#(i rewatched determination and passion tonight)
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adrien agreste THE loverboy of all loverboys. puts all other boys who love to shame. the day he learns to consistently identify his own emotions it’s all over for everybody
#(i rewatched determination and passion tonight)#he’s so. oh. oh i love him#boy of all time#the first half of season 5 is actually some of the best ml content ever#someone give adrien a feelings chart please. with visuals.#ml#anna rambles
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Someone Watching Over Me
Someone Watching Over Me
Pairing Dean Winchester and Y/N
So recently, I rewatched a bit of this movie and I cry every time I hear this song. It's one of my favorites and it reminded me of my mom who's up in heaven, who I miss so freaking much. So, I wanted to write a tidbit with Dean and Y/N to the lyrics of this song. I even cried writing it. Get tissues.
Title: "Someone's Watching Over Me"
Summary: After a particularly harrowing hunt that left Dean and Y/N battered and emotionally drained, they find themselves on the road, driving through the night in the Impala. The weight of their past and the uncertainty of their future weigh heavy on their minds. But as the radio plays a familiar tune, they begin to find comfort in each other's presence and the hope that someone, somewhere, is watching over them.
The night was inky black, punctuated by the occasional flicker of distant stars. Dean Winchester gripped the steering wheel of the Impala, his knuckles white, as they sped down the desolate highway. Beside him, Y/N sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window with a faraway look in her eyes.
The memory of their latest hunt lingered, a dark cloud over their heads. It had been one of those hunts that left them both battered and bruised, physically and emotionally. The pain was a constant reminder of the harsh reality they lived in. They had lost friends, faced unimaginable evil, and sometimes, it felt like there was no escape.
Dean glanced over at Y/N. She looked lost in thought, her face pale, and her eyes distant. He wanted to say something, to reassure her, but words failed him. It felt like they were teetering on the edge of despair, and he couldn't find a way to pull them back.
As the miles passed, Dean's fingers twitched on the radio dial. He absentmindedly turned it on, and a familiar song filled the car.
"I found myself today," the singer crooned, and Y/N's gaze turned to Dean. She recognized the song and its significance.
"Oh, I found myself and ran away," Y/N sang along softly, her voice tinged with sadness. The lyrics seemed to echo their current state of mind.
Dean didn't sing along, but he kept his eyes on the road and his grip steady on the wheel. The song continued, filling the Impala with its melancholy yet uplifting melody.
"But something pulled me back," Y/N sang, her voice growing stronger. "The voice of reason I forgot I had."
The car seemed to become a haven, a place where they could momentarily escape the horrors of their world. They weren't alone in their suffering. The song seemed to understand, to convey that they weren't the only ones who had faced hardship and darkness.
"All I know is you're not here to say," Y/N continued, her voice soft but steady. "What you always used to say."
The words hung in the air, unspoken but understood. Y/N glanced at Dean, and he met her gaze, the weight of their shared experiences bearing down on them.
"But it's written in the sky tonight," Y/N sang, her voice growing more determined. "So I won't give up, no, I won't break down."
Dean couldn't help but crack a small smile. Y/N's strength was a beacon of hope, a reminder that they had each other, and they were in this together.
"Sooner than it seems, life turns around," Y/N continued, her voice now filled with hope. "And I will be strong even if it all goes wrong."
Dean nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. The road ahead may be uncertain, but they would face it together, just as they always had.
"When I'm standing in the dark, I'll still believe," Y/N sang passionately, her voice filled with determination. "Someone's watching over me."
The words resonated in the car, wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Dean reached over and squeezed Y/N's hand, their fingers entwined as the song played on.
It didn't matter what people said. It didn't matter how long it took. They believed in themselves and in each other. They would continue to fight, no matter how hard the battles were.
As the song reached its crescendo, Y/N and Dean sang together, their voices intertwining in a promise of resilience and love.
"So I won't give up, no, I won't break down," they sang in unison, their eyes locked on each other.
"Sooner than it seems, life turns around," they continued, their voices strong and unwavering. "And I will be strong even if it all goes wrong."
"When I'm standing in the dark, I'll still believe," they sang, their voices harmonizing perfectly. "Someone's watching over me."
The song faded, and the world outside the Impala continued to pass by. Dean and Y/N didn't have all the answers, and their journey was far from over. But in that moment, they found solace in each other's presence and the belief that someone, somewhere, was watching over them, guiding them through the darkness.
Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, for their bond was unbreakable, and their love was a source of strength that could conquer any evil that dared to cross their path.
@deans-baby-momma, @jackles010378, @nancymcl, @deanwinchesterswitch
#jensen ackles x reader#jensen ackles#reader insert#jensen ackles fanfiction#dean winchester#dean x reader#reader fanfiction#supernatural rpf#Don't hate me for the tears
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I think S5e02 “Sorrow songs” is definitely one of my favourite episodes ever! This episode gives soooo much! There would be so many things to say about it, I could write / talk for days...but don’t worry I won’t 😂
First of all, this has been a very difficult week for me (and my family) and this episode was like a balm for my soul. I’d like to start with a couple of thoughts about the case (I know I rarely do, not because I don’t find them interesting, on the contrary I like mysteries and intrigue, but simply because on. my ramblings here usually I’m more focused on Jean and Lucien...am I to blame for that?😉) I don’t know if it is because of the emotional state I’ve been in, or because being a daughter, a mother and a wife myself...but I found it so very moving and poignant. I was so sad for that poor husband and little boy...and everything happened for a stupid misunderstanding, a lack of communication and Elizabeth’s assumptions that if her husband wasn’t willing to try for another baby, that surely meant he was having an affair. That made me think, honestly, about how easy it can be to misjudge even those we fancy ourselves to know better than anyone else...it’s so true, sometimes.
Well, that’s enough with the sadness! I think it’s best if we proceed with our lovebirds, shall we?😊
The first thing I noticed was that Lucien’s hair was still perfectly in place when he appears in scene to answer the phone and Jean comes down almost immediately (also no more hair net for her and I forgot to say I love her hair and selection of clothes in these first 2 episodes of season 5)....those two were up late 😄 I know it!
Second and that was a huge surprise PATRICK SHIPS IT!!!! I mean...first he sees Jean’s wearing a ring when she brings the tea tray and, well being the smartest person in the room she notices (obviously Lucien doesn’t...men!) and she flees the room to take it off. I felt bad for her because she was uncomfortable and embarrassed and she’s been through so much already, she doesn’t need to feel as if she’s doing something “wrong”...not about this. And then Patrick hinting not very subtly at people you’ve known all your life having secrets but of course Lucien still doesn’t get it. The next scene between Patrick and Jean actually made me cry, for what he says...because it reminded me of something someone told me a very long time ago!
Now I have a question for you, do they reveal why Jean is not wearing Genevieve’s ring? Or did I miss anything?
Then what do we have? Ahh yesssss....we have the scene I’ve seen hundreds of gifs about but never knew anything about!
I must confess I rewatched it 3 or 4 times because it was so glorious...what a kiss!!! Everything is perfect! Lucien entering the kitchen and Jean making hot cocoa (that was so sweet and homey) and he who is obviously interested in something else entirely than the cocoa, despite her robe. She responds passionately to the kiss, too but I get it...the Catholic sense of sin and guilt is there...she pushes him away (those hands tho...) even if you ask me she seems happy.He asks her to join him for something stronger perhaps (really Lucien what were you thinking? 😄) and Lucien’s face “now I really ruined my chance” is worth one million pounds. What happens next was another big surprise, I thought we had been gifted enough with the kiss, but noooo...Jean in her room looking at her reflection in the mirror. I found this another very emotional moment. It’s obvious she’s asking herself so many questions, after what’s just transpired between the two of them in the kitchen. When the time comes would Lucien find her attractive? It’s obviously been a long time since she’s been with a man and they’ve been dancing around each other for so long, and they’ve waited for so long to be together, will she be confident enough to show him how much she loves him with everything that she has, with everything that she is? And what about him? How will their first night together be? But then she takes all the strength she has and she goes for it! She takes the (probably new) white night dress from the drawer and she wears it, she even put make up on her face...I found it so sweet and Jean so very determined it really brought tears to my eyes...she’s such a wonderful woman! But then Rose sees her and she smiles because she’s understood everything and she doesn’t judge her, on the contrary I think Rose is happy for them but it’s too late and Jean loses her nerve and probably even thinks that was some sign from God, that they should wait until they’re married and the next morning she goes into confession...and I’m not even disappointed because she was so in character here.
The day after, when they are interrogating Tomas he says something about his relationship with Nadia...that he would have waited for her to be ready, that he would have never hurt her, well that really could easily apply to what happened the night before with Lucien and Jean. He respects her and he doesn’t push her if she doesn’t want!
The pine bark scene was probably the most hilarious thing I’ve ever seen and Lucien asking Jean if it works for the menopause and she just arches her eyebrows 😂😂😂 and when he drinks it...well Jean lock your door very tight tonight because if it has an effect on Lucien you should definitely be worried 🤣🤣🤣
And here we are...last scene. Another wonderful gift (I don’t know if I should be worried because it’s too much happiness in one go 🤞🏻) Lucien being a lovesick puppy with those big shiny eyes looking at her because she’s the most wonderful woman in the entire universe and he also recites old Romani songs (stop being so cute please) and our amazing Jean telling him she’s glad he has the amulet to look after him when they are not together 😭 and can we talk about the candlelight dance? Is there anything more romantic than the way he takes her hand, the way he holds her, the way they look at one another and that slow swaying together?
#the doctor blake mysteries#tdbm#s5e2#jean beazley#lucien blake#lucien x jean#my heart#my babies#the famous cocoa kiss#finally I’ve seen it too#i will go down with this ship
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Passion Warfare
Warnings: Violence, Sexual themes, Language, Smut, Angst
Word Count: 11087
Pairing: Alex x Reader, Bill X Reader
Requested: By @walkxthexmoon :). I hope you enjoy this piece. Thank you for being patient during this process!
Author’s note: This took awhile for me to finish. It’s been one the more challenging pieces to write because I know next to nothing about boxing. I wanted to make sure the sequence of events was as close to reality as possible, although there still may be some inaccuracies.
Summary: AU Alex Hogh Andersen and Bill Skarsgard are well known Scandinavian boxers. The two know nothing of each other until an encounter has them realize they both want the same woman.
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Today is the only day Alex hasn’t been in training. The two of you are watching his last boxing match on TV. Alex repeatedly states he needs to watch his matches over and over, to learn what he could have done better. He isn’t one to let things go when it comes to boxing. Anything he could improve on he was going to. Even when he has no upcoming matches he’s in the gym training close to every day. This isn’t a complete shock though, you’re ex-boyfriend, Bill, is also a boxer and it was the same way. You realize that if you are going to continually date boxers then your life will consist of always being second to the ring.
Unlike Bill, however, Alex is more flexible, understanding, giving you time and attention. Alex and you aren’t even dating and he makes time for you. Bill hardly ever did and the two of you dated for four years. You met Bill before he’d made it big. He wasn’t training much in the beginning then he won his first match and things went crazy from there. Bill blew up seemingly overnight. He went from fighting a couple of times a month to only fighting three or four times a year, to give him time to prepare. “You okay, Babe?” Alex questions, bringing you out of your thoughts.
“Yeah, just daydreaming is all. What were you saying?” Alex looks concerned but he lets it go. He knows if you aren’t ready to talk about something, there is no use prying.
“See right there, I should have put my weight on my left leg instead of my right leg. I wouldn’t have fallen back when he hit me,” he points his finger at the huge screen, rewinding the recording for what felt like the hundredth time.
You try to appear interested but you’ve heard this all before. It makes you nervous, knowing the relationship could take a turn, ending up how it did with Bill. “If you’d kept your weight on your toes, it would have given you more leverage to block, but also allowed you to maneuver out of the way.”
“See that’s why I like you. You don’t mind watching and listening to my critiques. Plus you’re able to give tips. No one else is ever interested in this. They all complained and always asked to be doing something else.” Alex rests a hand on your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. Though you would rather be engaging in other activities, you take any time spent with him.
“Yeah, I’ve been around it for so long that I’ve picked up on some techniques.” Alex knows your ex was a boxer but you’ve kept him in the dark about who it was. You made a promise to yourself to not tell him in case he ever met him or worse fought him.
“I remember you saying that before, but you’re with me now. I’m not going to be like him. I know I train all the time, but I still make time for you, right? I know there are times like this where we’re watching the last match so I can improve but we’re still together. How about we go out to dinner tonight? That little place on the corner is open late. They have the best Chinese food.” You shake your head yes, appreciating the gesture. He may not always have time, but he makes up for it with nice gestures and letting you know how much he cares for you.
The two of you spent the next few hours watching and rewatching his match. He virtually fills an entire notebook of improvements to be made. He would take them to his trainer, Leif, tomorrow so the two of them could come up with a game plan to incorporate the adjustments needed for Alex to become better.
By the time you arrive at the restaurant, the dinner crowd was slowly filing out. This made the dinner more intimate, able to focus on each other. Alex isn’t extremely well known but enough at least one person usually comes up to ask for an autograph when the two of you are out. Conversation flows freely, the two of you are able to talk about anything. Alex pays attention to the littlest detail when it comes to you. He grasps onto everything you say. “I love listening to you. I could listen to you talk about your passions forever. You invest your time into such important issues, it makes me wonder why you would ever put up with a simple boxer like me.”
“You’re not just a simple boxer. You care about important issues as well. And if you don’t think I feel the same way about listening to you talk about boxing then you’re mistaken.” You reach over to rest your hand on top of his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. The food was magnificent, you forgot how delicious food could be when it wasn’t frozen. The end comes way too quickly, however much to your pleasure Alex invites you to stay the night.
By the time you awoke he was gone, the first thing you do every morning is to make a cup of coffee. Alex had preset the coffee machine to have a cup ready for only a few minutes ago; the steam still rising out of the cup. He left a sweet note on the kitchen counter next to the coffee machine, “Thank you for spending the day with me yesterday, Doll. I’ll be back around three and I made reservations at your favorite place. Be ready by five, see you soon, have a great day.” The note is signed with the letter A accompanied by a smiley face.
Since today is one of the only two you didn’t have to work, you decide to get Alex a little present. The first thought you have is to grab his favorite dessert, for after dinner. However, since he was training you decide to get him another sweet treat. There is a lingerie shop a few blocks from you. You make the short trek to the shop, eager to find the perfect piece. Considering Alex’s favorite color was red, even his boxing uniform had to have red in it, you look for any ensemble with red.
Walking into the shop, the choices are overwhelming, so many colors and styles. You want a piece that is simple, but elegant. Understated is usually your go-to, although today you are feeling adventurous. Suddenly a dark, red ensemble catches your attention. It was simple with lace cups, flowy at the bottom, yet would accentuate all your amazing assets. He would never know it was under your clothes until he was getting ready to take them off of you.
Alex keeps to his word and is home by three. He looks worn out, you’re unsure if he will even still want to go to dinner or if the only thing on his mind was sleep. “You’re looking rough, tough workout?”
“Yeah, it’s been kicking my ass. My trainer wants to continuously get me into better shape for any upcoming fights there may be in the future. Let me rest for a bit, I’ll hop in the shower then we can head to dinner.” He throws his bag on the floor by the door. You knew it would be there until the next morning when he stuffed even more clothes into it.
“Are you sure you aren’t too tired? We could always reschedule.” Of course, you want to go however, you know the toll training has on his body. You learned long ago plans would inevitably be canceled more than kept. A moment of thought crossed his face but soon is replaced by exhausted determination.
“No, no I’m just needing a moment to relax. A massage might help,” a smirk spread across his face.
“You know if that happens we won’t make it to dinner. Now go take a hot bath.” He makes his way to the bathroom. You take this opportunity to change into the lingerie and the outfit for the night. You hope he invites you to spend the night again or at least accepts the invitation if it comes to staying at your place. Alex comes out not too much later looking like a new person. He practically looks as if he hadn't been training all day. “You look refreshed.”
“The bath helps, but probably not as much as a massage would have.” He winks always having to make a cheeky comment. He is never one to hold back when it came to sex or jokes about sex. Usually, he would make the comments at the most inappropriate times, only loud enough for you to hear.
“Maybe if you’re good. I’ll give you one after dinner.” Your eyes take in his entire body. It’s difficult not to stare when he is standing completely nude. He isn’t shy about his body, not that there was a need to be, he has a relatively perfect physique.
“Oh yeah? What do I have to do to get one?” He and you have slept together a few times that never stops you from being amazed at how good he looks. His body is defined from all the training, his muscles becoming more prominent by the day. “Helloooooo, you know it’s not polite to stare?” He says, waving a hand.
“Sorry, you just look so good. Dinner is a pretty good start, may add more stipulations later.” You throw clothes at him, signaling for him to get dressed.
“Well, that’s not fair. How am I supposed to be good if there are no guidelines?” He makes a show of nonchalantly putting his clothes on. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off of him. His playfulness is one of the many things you like about him.
“Life isn’t fair, you should know that. Now come on, let's go or we’ll be late.” He finishes getting dressed, and you know he isn’t done with the teasing. It would be an all-night event.
The dinner goes successfully, the conversation flowing freely, and the food is delicious. It’s a small hole in the wall joint that makes the best pasta around. Alex and you can barely keep your hands to yourselves. The two of you are sitting on one side of a quaint booth. Throughout dinner Alex keeps a hand on your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze here and there. As you suspect he skips dessert, knowing if he didn’t, it would mean an extra hard workout the next day.
Alex drives with one hand on your thigh. His skin is hot against yours. He always seems to have his hand touching some part of you. It feels peculiar to be with someone who is openly affectionate. You are used to a minimal amount of touches or caresses. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing, you aren’t the best at showing affection. He drives you back to your apartment, the anticipation killing you. He parks out front waiting for you to initiate, “Do you want to come in?”
Alex didn’t take long to say yes. It’s easy to see the lust in his eyes. Now you’re standing in the bathroom staring, hoping he likes the lingerie you chose. Although, you know Alex likes you in anything. He’s told you plenty of times you could wear a garbage bag and he would love how it looks on you. He was the type to just appreciate having an intimate moment together. When you finally open the door you see him lying on the bed propped up on his elbows, “Wow, you look…….exquisite,” he pauses before the last word.
“You think so? I picked red because it’s your favorite color.” You sit down straddling his lap, running your hands through his hair, watching as his whole body relaxes. Moving your hands to his shoulder, beginning to knead them giving him the much-needed massage. As you begin to stand up, Alex lets out a frustrated humph. “Take off your shirt and lie on your stomach,” you say motioning the action.
He doesn’t need to be told twice, turning until he’s lying face down. Grabbing the oil that’s set on the nightstand, you kneel on the bed so you’re straddling him. You generously pour oil on to his back, already able to feel how tense he was. Even though this is a foreshadow of the night's events, you want to do your best to make him feel better. You work slowly, making sure to knead every tense spot. “Ughhh, your hands are magic. I swear it doesn’t even feel this good when a professional does it. Have you ever thought about changing professions?”
Though you know he is only joking, it has crossed your mind a couple of times. Every single partner you’ve been with had suggested it to you. You did plan to massage his entire back, however, Alex couldn’t wait for the end. He flips you over about partway through, “Sorry Doll, can’t wait any longer.” You’re able to feel how hard he is and begins to grind while he’s on top of you. He presses you into his chest, trying to get as close as possible. The two of you spend the night getting your own type of workout that would have him extremely tired for tomorrow’s training.
You work the next couple of days, they go by in a blur. You and Alex talk a bit on the phone, just to check-in. You‘re excited to go see Alex train today, it is one of your favorite things to do, watch hot, sweaty men beat the shit of each other. By the time you get to the gym, Alex has already been training for three hours. You find Alex has been utilizing the heavy bag and speed bag. One to improve his speed the other to improve accuracy and technique. Currently, he is hitting the speed bag. His arms moving at such a fast pace, it was practically impossible for you to be sure how he could see the bag to hit it properly. Leif is giving improvements as he went, Alex taking and utilizing them promptly.
Two hours later, Alex is finished for the day, he tells you to wait while he takes a quick shower so he doesn't stick all the way home. You sit outside the locker room, scrolling through your phone until someone coming out of the locker room catches your eye. Doing a double-take, your breath hitched. It couldn’t be him, he is usually in Sweden, why would he be here in Denmark? You try not to stare, but your eyes are glued. You must have made a noise because the next thing you know, his eyes are locked on yours. You wish he would walk away without saying a word. The two of you haven't talked in months and now isn’t the time to do so. He doesn't seem to feel the same because he makes his way to you. “Hello, Y/N,” his voice is strained.
“Bill, what are you doing here?” Your heart is racing, what if Alex came out? How would you explain this to him? You’ve kept Bill from him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He isn’t one to not show his protectiveness over you; it would be even worse after finding out Bill was your ex.
“I train here now, closer to my new apartment.”
“You have an apartment here?” Shit, he even moved closer to you. It seems impossible to get away from him. Bill and you didn’t end on the best terms. “Why did you move here?”
“I moved because my trainer quit and I found out this place has the best trainers. I couldn’t just go to any trainer. They need certain qualifications. What are you doing here?” He is agitated, his jaw set, his nostrils flared, his hands were balled at his side.
“Just waiting on my friend. They train here as well.” You know that isn’t the whole truth, however, it isn’t a lie. Neither you nor Alex set a title for your relationship. Without a doubt, you know Bill wouldn’t accept that answer. He is never one to leave things alone.
“They...are you waiting on a boyfriend?” His fists clench even tighter, inevitably knowing his nails would be leaving marks on his palms.
“No, it’s not a boyfriend.”
“Then who?”
“It just...doesn’t matter. I don’t have to tell you. We aren’t dating anymore.” Now you are beginning to get angry. Who did he think he is? Acting as if you were still part of his life anymore. He didn’t have the right to know your life. He lost that right when he failed to put any effort into the relationship.
You shift from side to side, hoping Bill would leave before Alex came out of the locker room. It would cause even more problems than you’re already facing. Much to your dismay, Alex pops out seconds later.
He makes his way over to the two of you, “You ready to go? Who is this?” Alex knows who Bill is. He’s too popular for Alex not to know that he is also a boxer.
“I’m Bill and you are?” Bill’s voice is overly sweet although his facial expressions gave his true feelings away.
“Name’s Alex, how do you know Y/N?” He isn’t any better at hiding his emotions than Bill is. It makes you wonder if all boxers have that issue.
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Bill states.
“Pretty sure I asked you first.” Distain seeping through Alex's voice.
“I’m Y/N’s ex-boyfriend. We dated for four years. Surprised she hasn’t mentioned me.”
“Oh, she has, most of it not good I’m afraid.” It wasn’t necessarily true, you did speak about the good times you shared with Bill, however, you let Alex know upfront about your apprehensions of dating another boxer.
“Oh really?” Bill’s eyebrows raise in shock. You would do anything to disappear at this moment. You never wanted to have them in the same room together, let alone having a conversation with each other.
“Yeah, she’s much better off now. Anyway, we need to get going, don’t we Babe?” Alex slips his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. If either Bill or Alex could get away with it, you were sure either of them would throw a punch.
“Yes, yes, we have a lot to do.” The reality is Alex and you would go separate ways tonight. Though you know there would be a long conversation about the events of today. And you knew there is a high probability he is going to be very upset at the fact you never mentioned Bill’s name.
“Of course, I’ll see you around.” Bill gives a forced smile before Turning the other direction and walking away.
“He’s your ex? I’ve seen him here for the past couple of months. He’s here almost every day that I’m here and I’ve been training beside him, not knowing this is who you’ve been talking about all this time. I thought he was an arrogant bastard before. Now I know he is, all the shit he put you through.” Alex runs his fingers through his hair, giving the ends a little tug. He isn’t one for confrontation, outside of the ring of course. Although he isn’t able to hide his emotions, you know that he would never actually hit someone without being provoked.
“I’m sorry, I just thought it would be better if you didn’t know, for this reason. You’re in the same sport, you were bound to run into one another. And he can be a little cocky at times. Well maybe really cocky, but this right here is what I wanted to avoid.” Your voice squealing at the end, unable to fight your anxiety any longer. “Please can we just go.” Your whole body feels as if it would implode at any second, your entire body shaking.
To no surprise Alex takes you home, leaving you to think about the events over and over; wondering if there was any way to avoid it. Then you realize, nothing you did would have avoided this. If they hadn’t met today, they would have met at some point at a match.
You lay in bed until you’re unable to keep your eyes open. You knew you had to wait until your physical exhaustion overtook your anxiety-ridden mind.
Meeting Alex happened by accident. You went to the gym to find Bill, however, you ended up funding Alex. Seeing him in person was completely different. You kept up with all the up and comers, Alex being one of them. He stopped his training session just to come to talk to you. “Hello, I’m Alex. What’s your name?”
“I’m Y/N.” You were unsure of his intentions. Bill was nowhere to be seen. You hoped he didn’t come out anytime soon.
You couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesy line. “Sorry that was so bad, has that ever worked on anyone?”
“Got your attention didn’t it? So it can’t be that bad. You looking for someone might be able to help you find them.”
“Uh, just a friend, doesn’t look like they’re here though.” you hoped Bill didn’t pick this time to show his face. Maybe this was the sign you needed to not go back to him or more attempt to have him take you back. Alex is confident but hadn’t crossed the line into cocky. You awoke in a sweaty mess. Of course, your dreams are filled with the two of them. You couldn’t even get a break while asleep. Looking at the clock, you sigh in relief when you realize there are still a few hours to sleep. Turning on a podcast, hoping to take your mind in a different direction.
The morning arrives all too soon. You make your way to work thankfully it was a short shift. Meaning you would have time to go see Alex train for a bit.
The moment you walk in your heart stops, Bill is training next to Alex. All this time you’ve never seen him, now he’s appearing everywhere or so you felt. Walking over to Alex, he stops to greet you, “Hello Doll, how was work?”
“It was good, nothing exciting happened. Looks like you’re training hard. How much longer do you think you’ll be?”
“Maybe an hour or two. You can always wait for me at my apartment if you’d like.”
“I can wait. I like to watch, you look good when you’re all hot and sweaty.” There is just something so hot about seeing sweaty men that turns you on. It makes you wonder if that’s the only reason you continue to date men who are involved in extreme sports.
You watch as Alex gets into the ring with Leif. Leif was a former world champion boxer, now turned trainer after he became too old to compete. Both put on the required equipment, appearing determined. Leif’s fighting style is an out-boxer whereas Alex is a swarmer. Alex isn’t short, but he tends to be smaller than most of his opponents so he has to overwhelm them. He is very good at bobbing and weaving. He’s fast on his feet, easily able to evade most other fighters. Alex usually gets hit countless times before he can land a solid punch.
Alex invades Lief’s space, immediately trying to close the space between them. Leif, however, is more of an out-boxer, wanting to put more space instead of less. He easily steps out of Alex’s reach, returning to a defensive stance. Alex knows exactly the offensive steps to corner Leif. Alex backs into the corner letting Leif come to him. Leif steps forward, leaving enough space Alex would have to step forward to hit him. Alex keeps his gloves to his face, shuffling until he can throw a hit. He misses, this doesn’t stop him from pushing Leif backwards until he is against the rope. This gives Alex ample opportunity to land punch after punch. The two seperate, Leif informing him of everything he needs to improve on.
Watching him box is so sensual to you, the way he concentrates, the way he calculates moves. His strength and power showing through, making you want to jump him right there. Your shifting must have been noticeable because Bill caught your gaze, his mouth set in a straight line. Bill begins hitting harder, faster, knowing you’re watching. Your shifting worsens, the desire between your legs growing. Your mind wanders to both of their bodies pressed against yours the only thing on their minds is your pleasure. The two of them working together to make you feel nothing but pleasure. Their hands roaming your body, lips pressing against your skin leaving marks to be discovered later, A grunt pulls you out of your daydream. By the look on Alex’s face, you must have been staring at Bill.
Excusing yourself you head to the restroom to splash water on your face. The coolness doing nothing at first. The desire between your legs isn’t any better, no amount of shifting was helping. Sitting down on a bench, giving yourself a moment to get your thoughts straight. Time escapes you until a message from one of your friends pops up making you realize Alex should almost be done training.
Once you are done, you make your way back to the training area. Much to your relief Bill is gone. Alex begins to gather his belongings, giving you the side-eye. You watch as he gathers his gear, not once looking at you. Usually when he’s done the two of you make plans for the rest of the night. He doesn’t say anything but you know what he must be thinking, “I wasn’t staring at him,” You blurt, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
“ No one said you were.” Alex does his best to keep the irritation out of his voice.
“I was just daydreaming.” you sound defensive, knowing you’re giving your guilt away. “I...I…didn’t mean to. Alex, he and I dated for years, it’s still difficult to see him.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I don’t want to lose you to him. I like you Y/N.” This is the first time Alex truly sounds like he’s letting his emotional guard down. It’s enough to break your heart. This is the first time you realize how much of your past relationship you’ve brought into this one. From the start you let your apprehensions be known about dating another fighter. You can’t believe it’s taken this for you to understand. Alex has been fighting against Bill this entire time. If you didn’t let past things go this would never work out with Alex because you would never let your guard down enough for him to truly win.
“You won’t, Alex it’s...he was a part of my life for so long.” This situation is bringing up all your buried emotions for Bill. However, this is just what you need to work through the suppressed feelings. Alex is a genuinely kind person, someone you didn’t want to lose. “I’m sorry, I should have never brought my pain from my past relationships into ours. I know right now there is nothing I can say will make it better, but I am sorry.”
“I know Y/N, I know.” You remain quiet, letting the moment settle. The tension didn’t alleviate much, however, Alex drives to his apartment not willing to part with his routine. Many words aren’t spoken but that doesn’t stop the two of you from sharing one of the most passionate nights since you’ve met. Alex makes a show of letting you know the type of person you’re with now. A person who rarely puts himself above others, someone who never lets you forget how important you are to him. The night left you feeling more secure than you’ve felt in a while.
The next few days went by like usual. When you aren’t working, you are at home or with Alex. Before this you had failed to recognize the routine Alex and you have fallen into. It makes you feel empty when there’s deviance. Everything has been going smoothly until you are at Alex’s apartment on a Friday afternoon. The television has been on in the background for most of the day. Paying it no mind until Bill’s face came onto the screen. “I challenge Alex Hogh Anderson to a match for the Scandinavian Championship title.”
“That asshole thinks I won’t.” Alex jumps up from the couch, rapidly pacing in front of the television. “Knew I couldn't stand him, he thinks I’m scared. I’ll show him,” he declares, punching the air a few times, getting into his defensive stance. “He’ll wish he’d never challenged me.” Alex has yet to sit back down. The news keeps replaying the segment. After hearing and seeing the smugness of Bill’s challenge a few times, you shut off the TV unsure of anything to say. Alex took this as guilt from you, “You’re awful quiet, did you know he was going to do this?’
“Of course not Alex, I don't talk to him. The last time we spoke was at the gym. I know you can beat him, but this is exactly what he wants from you. He wants you angry, he likes to know that he can get under your skin. Don’t give him that satisfaction. He’ll never let you live it down, he’ll always have that power over you.” You’re still in shock. Bill had always been competitive and cocky, you just now realizing how much. The nerve he had to challenge Alex, only because you’re with him, making your blood boil. Did he think this would win you back? Part of you wants to message him, but you know it was useless. And would only irritate Alex more. Alex calls his manager to let him know he isn’t going to back down from the challenge.
On your way home, you wonder if this is worth it. Being with boxers is exciting, of course, but there always seems to be drama, no matter what. You don’t know how much longer you will be able to handle this. Is dating them worth this? You could find someone with a different profession, maybe a teacher. Someone who’s career doesn’t involve fighting or competitiveness. Although in your heart you know that would bore you to death.
Lying in bed you will your mind to rest. Nothing would be more satisfying than sleeping for the rest of the night. Thoughts of Alex’s answer float through. You can only imagine the anger that will seep through his press talk. Alex has an almost perfect public image, he’s very knowledgeable about the art of remaining composed just enough for the camera’s yet having enough showmanship to attract the eye of new potential sponsors. Images of Bill and Alex flood your mind. The thought of them fighting made you sick to your stomach. Deciding there is nothing for you to do at the moment, you grab your favorite book, knowing eventually it will help you fall asleep. Before you know it you awoke to a book flung onto the floor, your phone buried under the covers, and a sore shoulder from falling asleep in the most uncomfortable position.
You barely heard from Alex during the next few days. He’d send a text now and then, telling you he was training harder for the next few months. He promises you he isn’t upset however your gut is telling something completely different. Without evidence to support your irrational thoughts, you let the situation be for now. Bill messages you after the broadcast asking to meet and talk. You type and re-type a message a hundred times, yet no words seem right. Nothing good would come of meeting with him. If anything it would make matters worse. You know Bill would only apologize for the behavior then continue to not change. Bill tends to be impulsive and you are sure he is only doing this to attempt to get you back. He has learned something because he isn’t blowing up your phone. Bill used to be relentless, hardly ever letting things go even when you begged him.
After a week of little communication, Alex finally messages you stating they have a date for the match. It’s five months away, giving both enough time to prepare. You are nervous for Alex; Bill is bigger and has more experience. Both of them are competitive with a bloodlust for winning. The fight would not be easy for either, it would take a complete knock out for the other to win. Messaging back you ask if the two of you can spend time together.
A couple of hours go by before he responds. “I don’t have much time. I’m training once if not twice a day now. But I can squeeze you in. I feel bad for not seeing you lately. Would you mind meeting me at the gym? N’ bring an overnight bag. If you want that is.”
You respond with a simple, be there as soon as I can. Instead of packing your normal overnight back with extra clothes to change into after sex, you only pack the essentials. It isn’t that you don’t want to have sex with him, however, you know from the sounds of his training schedule, he would be lucky to stay awake for longer than a couple of hours.
Arriving at the gym, you take a few deep breaths to prepare yourself encase Bill happens to be there as well. Thankfully, Bill is nowhere in sight. Alex looks in even better shape than he generally does. His six-pack defined the lines sculpting a perfect shape. His arms are more prominent, the veins popping out when he clenches his fists. Even his jaw seems more defined, though you doubt it’s true. “Hi, Alex,” you keep your voice monotone, not sure how his mood is at the moment.
“Hello, I'm glad you could make it.” A smile breaks out across his face. His demeanor would have you thinking, nothing rocky has happened in the past few days.
“It’s quiet here today, generally more people are training.”
Alex must have read your mind because he goes quiet for a minute, “Yeah, Bill took his trainer to a different gym so we could train without the other seeing all of our moves. Both of us would have been too focused on watching the other to learn their style rather than focusing on bettering our own.” He goes back to punching the bag in front of him, hitting the same spot over and over. This has always been one of his best strategies, able to land multiple blows with force to the same spot.
You sit down, enjoying the view. Alex trains for the next few hours, you occupy yourself by scrolling through your social media feed, wandering the gym, and attempting to hit the punching bags as you’ve seen Alex do. It makes you laugh when you can’t hit the bag more than twice in a row. You know there would be no boxing career in your future. Towards the end of the session, your stomach lets itself be known. Leif and Alex look over both give a small laugh. “Sounds like someone is ready to go. Let’s end it here for today. No training for tomorrow, you need a rest day with these extra workouts. I scheduled a massage for you in the morning, take it easy. I mean it,” Leif states giving a side-eye to both of you.
Alex doesn’t clean up at the gym, wanting to get home as soon as possible. The two of you hop in the shower, you give him a mini massage of your own. Neither of you bothers to take Leif’s advice, by the time you are finished it was difficult to move. You can’t imagine how he must be feeling. It doesn't take much effort at all to fall asleep or stay asleep.
You wake up feeling more refreshed than you have in a long time. Alex is still sound asleep, snoring loud enough to wake the neighbors. Since it is the first time in a while you are awake before him, you decide to fix his favorite healthy breakfast. He stumbles out just as you’re finishing, “Mmm, smells delicious. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”
“ I know, but I wanted to. You deserve a day of rest and being catered to.” You sit a plate in front of him. He shovels a couple of mouthfuls in while still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “What time is your massage?”
“Eleven, I believe. It’s only an hour though then we can spend the rest of the day together.”
“What do you suppose we do with the rest of the day? I was thinking we could watch a couple of movies, maybe eat some popcorn, and just relax. I don’t want you to be too tired to train for the rest of the week.” Many more things pop into your head that you would much rather be doing, however, Alex needs to focus on his workouts to prepare for this fight.
“Sounds like a great day to me. This is delicious by the way.” By the time you finish cooking your food, he’s almost done.
“Thank you, now go hop in the shower before you’re late to the massage.”
“I would much rather you be the one giving me a massage.” He finishes the rest of his food before hopping in to take a quick shower. You clean the kitchen before taking a shower yourself so you can go to the store and grab a few snacks. You make sure they are healthy so he'll be able to eat snacks without feeling guilty.
Alex trains harder than you’ve ever seen him in the past couple weeks. Most days he is in the gym with only an hour or two break. While he’s gone you set up the living room for the most comfortable possible way to lie there all day. You hop in the shower before throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a large t-shirt.
He returns home, not much later looking somewhat relaxed. “How was the massage?”
“It felt great while she was doing it, but now I’m sore. I’m gonna get some ibuprofen. Then we can spend the day watching movies.” He moves slowly, you feel bad, wondering if he should just lie in bed instead of on the couch with you. Though you know either way he is still going to be sore.
The rest of the afternoon is spent watching a variety of movies. Everything from pure romance to the bloodiest scary movie. Although some movies go unwatched because the two of you are too busy catching up. You choose to stay the night, not knowing when the next time this will happen. It’s easy to get back into sync with the other as if your routine never strayed.
The next four months continue in this pattern. You see him maybe one night a week for a few hours. You do appreciate the effort and any time you can see him. Many times you think about going to watch him train at the gym, but didn’t want to distract him. Only once did you visit him while training, however, that was to only drop off some extra workout clothes. He gave you a quick thank you, see you later before rushing back to training.
Next week was the big press conference where Bill and Alex would trash talk, weigh-in, attempt to intimidate the other. Neither of them is the type of person who is easily intimidated. There is a high chance you are terrified enough for everyone. Alex could talk shit with the best of them, but so could Bill. The only difference was Alex was better at keeping his composure. Bill has a difficult time not showing his emotions on his face. This whole process was eating you up inside. You are with Alex but Bill is still important to you as well, though you hated to admit it. He was your first love and you’re unsure if you’ll ever be rid of feelings.
In the next few days, you feel as if you are going to jump out of your skin. Your anxiety was so terrible, hives began to break out on your legs. Great, you thought, just what you need, another thing to worry about. You’ve been using every coping skill available to you. Some worked more effectively than others. You can’t wait for this to be over until then you are going to put your focus on the positives. Alex invites you to stay the night, even though the two of you will most likely be sleeping.
The day of the press conference finally arrives, your nerves on edge. Alex leaves early in the morning, wanting to ensure he has enough time to make last-minute touches to his speech for the conference. You make the short drive to your apartment, giving yourself enough time to raid your closet. You want to make sure you have something appropriate to wear. Another part of you wants to dress alluring to throw Bill off his game.
You settle for a compromise between business and alluring. You pick a blue dress, Bill’s favorite color, that hugs your body perfectly. A small part of you is uncertain whether it’s the best idea to try and attempt this. There is a chance this could backfire and would anger Alex even more than he already will be. These last few months have been hell for the two of you. Alex barely had any time for you, you were even lucky to receive a message from him. It’s been a long, lonely road, one you hope to never go through again.
When you arrive at the conference, the place is already packed. The fans wait impatiently for it to begin. Alex makes sure to have a seat up front for you but off to the side so you aren’t grouped in with the fanatic fans. He knew how quickly things could become chaotic. You sit calmly, scrolling through your phone, answering the few messages from friends about the fight. Your best friend has been by your side, listening to you complain, talking you through the overthinking and doing their best to keep you sane. The stage is set so the moderator is in the middle of the stage with stools on each side. The closest two are where Bill and Alex will sit. Far enough apart the two wouldn’t be on top of each other, but close enough when things become heated, they could be in each other’s face.
Finally, the moderator comes out on stage, “Is everyone ready?” Almost the entire crowd screams “YES!” at the top of their lungs. Nervousness washes over you, your stomach instantly began to hurt. “Alright, alright, here they are. Bill Skarsgard, a two-time champion and Alex Hogh Andersen, a first-time contender!” They work their way up to the stage, each sitting on opposite sides of the moderator. Bill scans the crowd, his eyes becoming glued to you the moment he sees you. You’re able to see his breath hitch for just a second. Alex watches the interaction, a moment of displeasure crosses his face. Someone who didn’t know Alex very well wouldn’t even notice, but you did. He knew you only wore the dress to tease Bill.
The press conference is one of your most favorite parts of boxing challenges. There is just something thrilling about watching the two trash talk, doing their best to agitate the other. The conference starts calmly, however it doesn’t take long before the two can barely contain their disdain for the other. Every few minutes your eyes lock with one of them. The longer Alex sees you in the dress the more irritated he becomes.
Both give and take little jabs at each other. Before long the two are in each other’s faces, close enough you’re sure spit was hitting the other every time they spoke. Bill did some of the best trash-talking, that was until the very end. Alex let the crowd die down as the conference was coming to the end, “I would just like to thank everyone for allowing me the opportunity to be a part of this. I most want to thank my gorgeous girlfriend Y/N. You know her, don't you Bill? Well, maybe not so much anymore.” Bill’s face turns red, clenching his jaw, and tight fists at his sides. If there hadn’t been cameras and a thousand or more witnesses you’re sure Bill would have punched him right there. The crowd goes silent, everyone waiting for Bill’s response, however instead Bill walks off stage.
After the conference, you meet up with Alex for just a brief moment. The two of you sit in his car not saying a word. You decide to break the silence, “Really Alex? You just had to bring up the fact I’m with you know. There was no reason for that.” You know you shouldn’t be as pissed as you are, but you felt he crossed a line.
“Yes because I knew it would get to him. I couldn’t think of anything else at that moment. He deserved it, after all, he said to me. But you’re right I should have tried to think of another comeback.”
“I’m sorry, I overreacted. I know it’s hard to think on the spot when you're in front of that many people. This whole thing is ridiculous to me so it seems everything puts me on edge.” You grab his hand, rubbing your thumb over the back. The two of you spend the next hour talking about all the activities you’re going to do after the match. The one thing you agreed on is a vacation, it didn’t even matter where.
The match is finally here. You aren’t sure if you’re calm because your anxiety has passed beyond feeling anxious or if the fact the day finally here, you are excited for it to be over.
Alex messages you, “Good morning. Can’t wait to see you.” He must have gone to his trainer to prepare. Nothing would make you happier than being able to relax, Alex told you after this fight, he was going to take it, at least easy for him.
When you arrive, the only people there are the crew and the building personal and of course Alex and Bill. You walk to Alex’s locker room to see him and Leif going over last-minute strategies. “If he backs up, keep moving until he’s in no position but to fight. Don’t let him maneuver past you, his defense will be thrown off.”
“Okay.” Alex’s voice gave away his true feelings. There was a barely distinguishable shake in his voice.
“If that isn’t an option, try to stay back until he tires himself out. Use his strategy against him.” Alex shakes his head, looking focused.
“Hey, Alex.” Your voice is meek not wanting to interrupt them, but you doubt they would have stopped talking anytime soon.
“Y/N, you’re here early. Thought you wouldn’t be here until a little later.”
“Yeah, I just wanted to see you before the fight. I can leave and come back if you’d like.”
“No, no it’s fine. I’m happy you’re here.” He walks over, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in for a kiss. “I do have to prepare though. Can she stay?”
“No, I want all of your focus on preparing. Sorry Y/N.” Leif did sound genuinely apologetic. It makes you wonder if Alex had told him who Bill was to you.
“I understand, I’ll see you after.” Leif did inform you there is a lounge to sit in if you didn't want to leave. You decide to stay so you won’t have to fight the crowd coming in again. You sit down on the couch, grab your book out of your purse and begin to read.
A couple of hours later you take a break, checking your phone, ignoring all of the texts flooding your phone. You know most of them only want to discuss the fight. Getting on Twitter you see the championship is trending, everyone debating on who they thought is going to win. It’s split fifty-fifty; some thought Bill would win due to the fact that he has more experience. Several thought Alex would win due to his fighting style and determination.
The lounge remains empty, much to your enjoyment. You didn’t have the energy to talk with anyone especially knowing it would only be about who you thought would win. Only a few members of Bill’s team would know your relationship with him and would take too much energy to explain you’re here for Alex.
Around an hour before the match, you change into a custom made jersey dress. It’s red and black with Hogh Anderson on the back. You didn’t tell Alex about it, wanting to surprise him. You opt to go to the locker room for hopefully a short, encouraging pep talk. Alex’s eyes grew huge when he saw you in the dress. “You like?” You grin, giving him a little twirl.
He closes the space until you’re pressed into his chest. “Very much so,” he leans in to press his lips against yours. It’s as if no one was there besides the two of you. He pulls away first, “Now that’s what I call a good luck kiss. Sorry to cut it so short, but it’s almost time.”
“Of course, I’ll see you afterward. Good luck baby.” You whisper the last part in his ear.
Walking towards the arena you scan until you see Alex’s family. You and his mom converse, that is until Valter notices you are sitting beside him. “Hello Y/N, long time no see.”
“Uh...yeah, been busy.” Your brain pauses unsure of what to say. It crosses your mind to ask one of Alex’s family members to switch seats, but you aren’t going to let him get the best of you.
“I bet dating a boxer is difficult. Although you would know since you’ve dated two. Funny how you left one just to date another.” Heat shot to your face, is he really going to talk about this here. Bill let it be known you’d hurt him, but maybe even more than he let on.
“Really? Are you seriously going to talk about this now? It doesn’t even concern you.” Valter doesn’t seem fazed. He turns back to his family, acting nonchalant.
Soon Alex and Bill walk out of their locker rooms, followed by their teams. The crowd erupts in cheers. It takes a few minutes for everyone to settle down. The announcer, Jesper, stands in the middle of the ring, the crowd quiets down to a murmur. He faces the camera informing the fans in person and at home, the fight would soon begin. Alex and Bill are in their respective corners, both turn to face the middle, their teams hyping them up. “Welcome to the Heavyweight Championship of the World. In this corner, we have Alex Hogh Anderson.” Jesper reads off Alex’s stats, a mixture of boos and cheers arise from the crowd. “AND in this corner, we have the returning Scandinavian Champion, Bill Skarsgard!” Jesper then reads Bill’s stats from the previous year.
The referee then steps in announcing there will be twelve rounds, lasting three minutes and explains the rules to each contestant. Both appear focused, only one thing on their mind, winning. Alex and Bill stretch, jump and wait for the bell to ring. Shortly after the bell rings signaling the beginning of the first round. Alex makes the first move, trying to get Bill pushed into a corner, Bill maneuvers himself out of the way. Alex tries once more to no avail. Bill analyzes the situation waiting for the right moment to take his first swing at Alex. His fist collides with Alex’s left cheek, stunning Alex. The arena erupts in cheers, the excitement of the first hit landed. It doesn’t take long before Alex regains his composure, starting his method of attempting to corner Bill. He isn’t able to accomplish this before the round ends. They go to their corners, taking a break, their trainers reminding them of techniques.
The next few rounds continue in the same fashion. Alex and Bill, both get in their punches. They become more and more exhausted as the match goes on. There are many instances where it looks as if they are cuddling in the ring. It makes you giggle if only the two actually liked each other that much. Bill is usually the first one to push away, giving him the best chance of trying to catch Alex off guard and get a few hits in. This only works a couple of times. It doesn’t take Alex long to learn Bill’s strategy.
By the time the final round arrives the anticipation is killing you. Both have gotten their fair share of hits in. At this point, it seems to be anyone’s game. As much as you hate to admit it, you are surprised Alex has been able to keep up with Bill. The differences in strategies add a level of learning for both of them. They have to try and gauge the other’s next move though it’s different than what they themselves would have done.
Bill lands a few punches making Alex unsteady, blood dripping down his face. Alex dodges Bill’s assault for the next thirty seconds. Regaining his composure Alex comes back twice as hard, pushing Bill until he has nowhere to go but in a corner. Alex lands punch after punch. Bill is only able to block a few, his efforts to push Alex back appear useless. The timer continues to count down until only ten seconds are remaining. The crowd shouts along with the timer until it hits zero. When the bell signals the end of the round, Alex backs away, leaving everyone to see Bill’s bruised and bloody face. Bill slumps down unable to move. Alex looks more shocked than anyone.
Medical personnel and Bill’s team swarm to give him the appropriate medical attention. Once he regains consciousness they go to their corners, their teams help them rehydrate, take their gloves off, and wipe off the sweat. The energies exuding from either side are vastly different. Cameras are instantly in the ring, ready to interview them. They interview Alex first, giving Bill time to have his wounds cleaned. After the interviews are over, the crowd disappears slowly. You remain in your seat until there is almost no one left. You hope it’s enough time for Alex to have time to rest.
Arriving at the locker room, you’re surprised to see it empty besides Alex and Leif. The two are reviling in the win. Walking a little closer you can hear what they’re saying, “I told you that I knew you’d win. That’s your first knockout Alex and against a previous champion. It’s no easy feat. I’m proud of you Alex.” Leif hugs him, giving him a few pats on the back.
“Alex,” you announce wanting to get his attention, but not wanting to interrupt.
“Y/N, I can’t believe I won,” he says bewildered, making his way towards you. The two of you stay in the embrace not wanting to let go. It’s been so long since the two of you have had time to just enjoy the other’s presence. Leif excuses himself, letting Alex know they would celebrate tomorrow so he could have the rest of the night to relax. “I want to thank you, Y/N. You don’t know how much your support means. It’s one of the only things that kept me going. You know I’m gonna take it easy for the next few weeks and give you all my attention.”
“Alex, I’m just happy it’s finally over. I know the risks of dating a boxer. Of course, I was going to support you. I am happy you won.” You lean in to kiss him. You are happy he won, however, the relief of it being over overshadowed the win. He doesn’t seem fazed, not wanting anything more than to be with each other. “Here let me help you with your wounds.” He sits down while you gather the supplies.
He flinches when you first apply pressure. It doesn’t take long since most of his wounds had been tended to during the match. A soft knock causes you both to turn. Bill is standing near the door. “Hi, I just want to say congrats on the win and sorry for causing all of this.”
“Thanks, man. You did a great job, surprised I won actually.” You knew that had to hurt Alex to admit, but he was trying to play nice with Bill. The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating.
“I’m sorry for starting all this Y/N. I shouldn’t have challenged him just because I was jealous. I was upset about losing you, especially to another fighter after you said you didn’t want to date me anymore because training took too much of my time. I was having a hard time letting you go,” Bill says, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Thank you for apologizing. I’m just glad it’s over. I will admit the process was exhausting and the match was entertaining.” What you want to say is the match was provocative. The two of them fighting, their sweaty bodies pressing together. The imagery brought heat between your legs.
“Y/N?” Alex questions raising his hand in front of you. “You not staring at Bill again?” He asks smirkingly.
“I...uh…” You’re at a loss for words. There is no way you are going to be able to explain your way out of this.
“Again?” Bill appears confused, but also intrigued.
“Oh, yeah a few months ago before this all started. When you first began training at the gym. She blurted she wasn’t staring at you. Can’t help but wonder what goes on in her head.” You’re starting to panic, how are you going to get out of this?
“Oh did she. I bet I know what’s going on in her head.” Bill has known you much longer than Alex, giving you time to confess some of your deepest sexual fantasies.
“Oh yeah?” Alex stares inquisitively.
“She mentioned a few times a fantasy of hers was to have a threesome. I assume you already know about how hot she gets from watching us box.” Bill’s voice is laced with cockiness.
“She’s mentioned the latter, but never the first part.” Alex raises an eyebrow at you. The tension in the air soon turned from awkward to sexual. Alex makes his way over to you first, Bill follows soon after. Alex stands behind you, placing kisses to your neck. Bill is more hesitant waiting for permission from you. Giving him a reassuring nod, he shuffles forward placing a hand on your waist. Looking into his eyes feelings of lust come rushing back. Bill pulls you closer to him leaning down to kiss you.
Alex’s hand slips under your dress, fingers grazing over your covered core. Instinctively you tangle a hand in Bill’s hair, bringing back the last time the two of you were together. He follows Alex’s lead, bringing a hand under your dress to knead and pinch your nipples. You tug at the bottom of Bill’s shirt wanting it off, you want anything standing between you and the two of them gone.
They follow your hint, the three of you racing to get clothes off. You stand back looking at the two of them: cocks hard, dripping precum, their bodies bruised from the fight, their eyes almost black from dilation. Making your way to them, dropping to your knees, grabbing both cocks in each hand. Both men let out a slew of cuss words, their hands naturally tangle in your hair. Bill’s cock is long and slim, whereas Alex has more girth, both beautiful.
Quickly you move your head until your lips are almost touching Alex’s tip. You lick a long strip up his shaft, teasing, knowing he loves it. After a few short licks, you take him in your mouth until his tip is reaching the back of your throat. Your pace is moderate, not wanting him to come too soon. Popping him out of your mouth, you switch to Bill. With no hesitation, you take him into your mouth. It’s more difficult than you could have imagined trying to concentrate on two people at once.
Bill pulls you off of him, pulling you so you are standing. He attaches his lips to your neck: sucking, biting, sure to leave a mark. You’re so focused on him you fail to notice Alex dropping to his knees, only noticing when you can feel his hot breath against your thighs. Alex gives you no mercy, leaving many marks behind. Bill soon switches his assault to your breasts. The feeling is so overwhelming, you can barely keep your knees from shaking. Thankfully both of them have a grip on you.
With no warning Alex wraps his lips around your clit, sucking, using his tongue to draw circle eights. You feel fingers running along your pussy, collecting the quickly forming juices, though it isn’t until they’re slipped in, you realize it’s Bill’s fingers. Bill is still working on making as many marks as possible along your torso. Sweat begins to form on your forehead, a tightening in your stomach, you are grasping at the air. Your orgasm rushes over your body, both men holding you up until you regain your composure. Once they’re sure you can stand for yourself, they move away.
Alex searches for anything to throw on the floor. He finds and throws a couple of towels down, hoping to cover enough space to lie down without being on the cold floor. He lies down waiting for you to climb on top of him. You hover above him, so you can align yourself. A moan escapes your lips, loving the feeling of having him inside of you. You move your hips in circles, Alex’s hands resting on your hips. Your high is close approaching, so fast you almost forget Bill is standing there. “Come join us.” You whimper.
Bill looks unclear of where he should place himself. “I have lube in my bag,” your breathing is labored. A puzzled look crosses his face, but not for long. He digs in your bag finally finding it at the bottom applying a generous amount to his fingers before running a couple around your puckered hole. Bill inserts his fingers slowly, stretching you until he’s sure you’ll be able to take him. You’ve never been so thankful for almost always carrying lube in your overnight bag.
Alex stops thrusting so Bill can inch into you. Bill takes his time when he’s fully in neither of them move. You thought you’d felt fullness before with just one of them, this, however, is one of the most breathtaking sensations. “Please...move.” Your voice is weak and pleading. Alex thrusts first setting the pace of long, hard strokes. Bill attempts to copy Alex’s movements so they were thrusting at the same time.
The feeling of two cocks thrusting at the same time was euphoric. It’s nothing that you’ve ever felt before, practically too hard to explain in words. Their strokes switch to short and fast, Alex hitting that sweet spot inside of you each time. The two finally are able to sync, pleasure building, becoming too difficult to hold off. Alex brings his fingers to your clit, rubbing circles, applying pressure wanting to feel you come around them. Bill’s lips are pressing against you, surely leaving more marks.
Your second orgasm was approaching hastily, your body still tired from the first one. Your eyes are barely open waiting for the high to wash over you. Alex knows one thing that will get you off pretty much every time you’re that close, “Come for me Princess,” he feels your muscles tightening around him, “That’s it, come Princess.” You love being told when to come. There’s something powerful about someone else controlling it.
It’s your turn for a slew of curse words to escape your lips. Your second orgasm of the night hits you like a truck; your legs shake uncontrollably, your hands grasping at Alex’s chest, your walls clenching around them. Both keep thrusting through your high, you can tell they’ll come soon after. Bill comes first, his cock twitching, spurts of come filling your ass. Alex comes soon after, holding your hips to his.
The three of you lie there catching your breath. You would have never imagined this happening especially after the events that took place. You’re the first to move, gently sliding forward until Bill’s cock slips out of your ass. When you stand up, all you can feel is come dripping down your legs. Alex hands you one of the towels he’s been lying on. Once you’re cleaned up, you sit down on one of the benches. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that.” You say in a gleeful frame of mind.
“Me either,” Bill states. Alex gave an affirming nod. “So what now?” Bill asks, still processing the events.
“Well I don’t know about the two of you, but I’m starving,” you announce throwing your clothes on. They begin to clean up as well until there’s no trace anyone has been in the locker room, let alone had sex. Bill decides it’s best to home, not wanting to push his luck any farther.
Alex and you end up at his apartment and order food. You had planned to talk with him about the situation however you decide you're not up for that discussion right then. You replay the night’s events in your mind over and over. You don’t know where this leaves the three of you, but what you do know is having a threesome was more mind-blowing than you could have imagined. You fall asleep wondering what the future has in store.
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Marry me (Ivar/Reader)
A/N: Hi!💕 this is a small idea I had while rewatching Vikings with my mom and I decided to write it, in case someone would like to read it! It’s not very good and Ivar is a bit out of character, but I hope you like it😘
Warnings: A bit of smut, mentions of alcohol, Ivar feeling bad about himself :(, insecurities...
Words: 2189
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You smiled softly, leaning into Ivar's chair, looking at Ubbe and Margrethe. Even chuckled when Hvitserk stepped forward to give Margrethe away and deliver the ring into the Völva's hand and stayed in there, staring at Margrethe with puppy eyes.
The Völva wetted the ring with the blood from the previous sacrifice and gave it to Ubbe, who put the ring in Margrethe's finger, taking her hands softly.
"And so I name you man and wife" she said solemnly "And may the Gods bless you" she splashed some of the blood on their faces "And give you children, and may them keep the wolf from the door" she smiled softly, while finishing the ceremony.
Immediately, Ubbe pushed Margrethe closer to him, cupping her face between his hands and kissing her deeply.
You cheered and clapped happily, laughing when the bridal race was announce and Hvitserk pushed Ubbe before starting to run.
Ivar looked happy for his brother, but tried not to show it too much. You put a hand over his shoulder and bit your lip, looking at Margrethe dressed with a beautiful gown and a crown of flowers, smiling brightly as she watched Ubbe and Hvitserk run.
For a moment, you imagined yourself on her place, with Ivar putting the ring on your finger and kissing you passionately. A strange feeling grew inside your belly and you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling too widely.
You imagined your belly rounded and filled with Ivar's heirs, you imagined him teaching your children how to fight, and playing with them...
You looked away, your smile fading when you realized you would never have that life. Not with Ivar, at least, but you wouldn't want it with anyone else.
Ivar noticed your distress, being the observant and smart man he was, he had noticed your excited smile and your happy cheering during the whole ceremony, and then your smile fading and your eyes looking away. He could have asked you, but in that moment Ubbe won the race and everyone started cheering again, mocking Hvitserk.
You smiled apologetically to Hvitserk as he filled your cup for the third time that night, he just winked at you and ruffled your hair before walking to Ubbe to fill his.
Just when he was going to sit down again, Ivar whistled at him.
"Come here, boy!" he smirked as Hvitserk sighed and approached him "My horn is empty"
"Mine too" Sigurd smiled as he emptied his horn by throwing the liquid to the floor. Everyone laughed, including you, though you felt a bit bad for Hvitserk.
"However much we paid for this slave, I think it was too much, hmm?" said Ubbe.
This time, even Hvitserk smiled, as he walked to Margrethe to fill her cup.
"Let's drink" Björn raised his horn "To the newlyweds. Skål!"
"Skål" everyone raised their horns and drank. You took a small sip, having taking too much mead already.
Ivar left his horn on the table and resumed his eating, his other hand traveling down to touch your thigh softly. It was something he liked to do since you both were together. Every time you were sitting next to him, he'd put a hand on your thigh, to keep you close.
After the feast, you stayed around for a while, Ivar drinking with his brothers (even laughing with Sigurd and Björn, something you didn't see every day) and you chatting away with Margrethe and Torvi, braiding Margrethe's hair to entertain yourself.
Torvi was giving Margrethe some advice about married life as you stayed silent, focused on your task and only listening to her.
"Ubbe is a good man" Torvi smiled softly at her "You'll have a happy marriage, of that I'm sure"
Margrethe blushed, glancing towards the loud men, who drank as they remembered things about their childhood, embarrassing each other.
"I'm very lucky" she replied "He freed me and loved me even when I was nothing but a slave"
Indeed she was lucky. She didn't have one, but three Lothbroks, longing for her. Which once were four, before Ivar's attention diverted to you. You didn't envy her because she had charmed Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd, your love for those boys was merely fraternal. But you did envy her for the devotion they showed to her.
You loved Ivar with all your heart. He was your favorite person in the world and he made you the happiest woman alive, but though he was sweet and caring to you in his own way, he had other things in his mind. In that moment his priorities were avenging his mother and father, pushing you to a second place. You had forgotten the last time he had slept with you. Not fucking, you did that every single day -since he discovered he definitely could satisfy a woman, he couldn't get tired of it- but cuddling and sleeping with you, with his face buried into your neck and his strong arms around you, pushing your body closer to his.
You envied Margrethe for the way Ubbe and Hvitserk looked at her, as if they'd die to spend a single night with her.
"You're the only one left, Y/N" Torvi smiled at you, interrupting your thoughts "Not wanting to join married life yet?"
You blushed a bit, and bit your tongue before you could start ranting about how much you'd love to marry Ivar.
"I don't know" you muttered, looking away from Torvi "I don't think we are ready"
Torvi smiled even wider, almost if she could read your mind and know exactly what you were thinking.
"Why not?" Margrethe looked at you in awe. She admired you for being able to control Ivar, and for the way your mere presence could calm him down in a way not even his mother could "Haven't you talked about it?"
"No" you bit your lip "He has other things in his mind, and he'd probably prefer to marry some princess or the daughter of some Earl, after he's avenged his parents" you shrugged, trying to hide your sadness.
Torvi laughed, and you narrowed your eyes at her.
"My sweet Y/N, do you really think Ivar would marry some unknown princess? Honey, have you seen the way he looks at you?"
Margrethe nodded. She had noticed it too, even when Ivar pursued her. As a slave, she had learnt to be observant and her fear of the youngest Lothbrok made her wary of his reactions and moods.
She had seen how his attention would focus on you whenever you entered the room, how he was always watching you, touching you and being protective over you. Maybe you didn't notice, but he adored you, and both women were more than sure that Ivar wouldn't want to marry anyone but you.
"I... He looks at me like he does at everyone else" you frowned.
"Sure" Torvi raised her eyebrow.
Quickly, you changed the topic by asking Margrethe how was it to bed two Lothbroks at the same time, not that you were curious, but you needed to stop talking about Ivar and you or you would start crying.
Björn, Torvi and Sigurd left before you. Ivar and you stayed a bit more, until you yawned and put your head on his shoulder. Then he said goodbye to his brothers, wishing them a good night with a smirk.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" you asked in the way to your house, a small hut near the Great Hall. He just smiled softly and nodded. You knew he hated to sleep in his old room since Lagertha became queen.
Inside your home, you quickly lit a fire while Ivar got comfortable on your bed. He grunted and gasped a bit in pain, but the alcohol helped with the pain and he seemed much more relaxed than other days.
"It was a beautiful wedding, wasn't it?" you smiled softly, starting to undo your braids while sitting next to him on the bed.
"I suppose so" his voice was husky and sleepy as he moved to get closer to you, putting your hands away to help you undo your hair "Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, I really did" you sighed.
"Don't lie to me" he muttered, looking away from you "I saw you upset a few times"
"I wasn't upset" you furrowed your brows, turning around to face him.
Ivar's blue eyes fixed on yours, and he caressed your cheek softly.
"Be honest with me" he pressed his lips together "You'd like to be in Margrethe's place"
You opened your mouth to speak, but he interrupted you again.
"I'd love to make you the happiest woman in Midgard, Y/N, that's one of the things I want the most, but I understand you can't be happy with someone like me"
"Ivar!" you gasped "Don't say that! Why....?"
"You deserve a real man, Y/N, one that can walk, that can at least stand, someone whole... That can make you happy"
"Stop" you hit his arm angrily, he raised his eyebrow at you "Stop saying nonsense, Ivar, and listen to me" you sighed "You're right, I would love to be in Margrethe's place, but not marrying Ubbe or a 'real man', I would like to marry, yes, but if it's not with you, I don't want marriage anymore"
The surprise in Ivar's eyes broke your heart. You knew it was the alcohol talking, but to know he truly thought so low of himself brought tears to your eyes.
"Ivar" you softly pressed your forehead against his "I love you, you know that, and I understand you have more important things to do than marrying me right now, and I can live with that, but please don't ever think I would prefer to marry someone else because it's not true"
He smiled a bit, raising his head to look at you again.
"Do you really want to marry me?" his voice was slightly broken, and you kissed his lips softly before answering.
"Yes, Ivar, more than anything in this world"
"Then I promise you" he whispered "I promise I will marry you when I've avenged my father and my mother, when I'm king of Kattegat, I will marry you and you will rule by my side, as my queen" he was serious, with his hand cupping your face and a fiery and determined look on his face "And when I marry you I will be standing"
"You don't have to do that" you smiled "I don't care if you're standing or sitting, I thought you knew that" you shook your head.
"What have I done to deserve you?" he muttered before kissing you again, this time deeper.
His hands gripped your waist as he laid back on the bed, making you straddle his lap and lay onto his chest.
Ivar moaned into the kiss, making you smile as you moved your hips against his. His member was already hard when your hand travelled down his body, and he gasped, shutting his eyes harshly and cursing under his breath.
His hands were now caressing your ass, slowly traveling to cup your sex, making you tremble and moan.
He took off your clothes -well, ripped them- while you tried to undress him, caressing your skin with his rough hands, humming in pleasure when he felt your warmth under his fingers.
When you finally were able to take off his clothes, you pushed his pants down, looking at him as he bit his lip. Surprisingly, he didn't stop you, letting you take them off completely.
It was the first time he let you see his legs completely, and that made you tear up a bit, caressing his cheek softly and kissing him again.
"You are beautiful" you told him, smiling "I love you"
He blinked a few times before kissing you again, his hand tangled in your hair while the other one was caressing your folds.
He didn't waste any time and thrusted into you as soon as he was sure you were wet enough. Usually, he'd take his time, exploring and ravishing your body, but he was drunk and tired, and knew he wouldn't last too much.
He let you ride him at first. Sometimes, he would let you think you had control over him as you rode his hips. You didn't.
As you moved your hips, you moaned louder and louder, your legs shaking and your nails digging into his chest, making him groan and hiss.
When he had had enough, he flipped you on the bed too easily, putting your legs around his waist and thrusting into you roughly.
You moaned and cried out his name, even more when his hand found your clit and he started circling it with his fingers.
You came too soon for your liking, moaning Ivar's name. He couldn't contain himself anymore and came right after you, with your walls clenching around him.
You smiled at him, taking his face between your hands to kiss his lips softly.
"I love you" he muttered, his eyes already closed "And I can't wait to marry you"
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A Night of Stories
@rotgsecretsanta to @tenchikotheauthor Merry Christmas!!! I went and reread the books and rewatched the movie to try and get this done (hence part of the reason why it’s so late, the other part was that it was being stubborn). Hope you like it!!
Jack hid his soft snickers behind his hand before glancing around the corner again. Jamie and his friends had gathered around Mother Goose, or Katherine, to listen to the tales of the Guardians she had gathered over the years. But those snickers finally faded away as he glanced at Katherine’s face. She was looking so much better. She hadn’t looked good some time ago as children seemed to stop believing in her. Everyone figured it had to have been some devious plan put together by Pitch, but they hadn’t seen him for some time. But right now, that concern fell away from Jack like a snowflake from a cloud, he was filled with joy. After telling Jamie and his friends of Katherine’s plight, they insisted upon visiting her as soon as possible, and tonight was their chance. The mischievous twinkle in Jack’s eyes sparkled merrily, he had promised to leave and let the children listen to Katherin’s stories without interruption, as he often did, but that only allowed him more time to come up with another plan to get everyone to have some fun.
“So, what stories would you like to hear?” asked Katherine as she opened a large book and laid it flat across her lap.
“All of them!” shouted the children in unison.
Katherine chuckled. “Oh my, I can’t read all of them, there isn’t much time! Santa will be back soon to take you home.”
“Aw!” the kids moaned.
Jack sighed and shook his head before walking into their midst. “What kind of an attitude is that? You can come back and hear more stories.” He nodded at Katherine. “Why don’t you start at the beginning? I’ll keep an eye out for North.”
Katherine smiled. “Thanks Jack.”
He grinned at her. “No problem.” He flew off and Katherine began telling the children about how it all began, how the Man in the Moon brought them all together, how she met Nicholas St. North, Ombric, and the others, how they fought Pitch, how they nearly lost Jack, and how, together, they saved the world. The children listened with rapt attention and kept mostly quiet, besides a few questions from Jamie. But as the story continued and Katherine neared the end, she became increasingly worried. Where was North? The children really should have gotten back by now. Had Pitch made another attack and they were fighting him off, thinking the children were safest with Katherine at that moment? But how could that be? Pitch needed some years to recuperate from his most recent defeat. So, where was he? Katherine finished the story and closed the book. The children moaned.
“Wait a minute?” said Jamie. “Jack told me he was a human before being turned into Jack Frost. How could this Nightlight fellow have turned into him too?”
Katherine smiled sadly. “That is a story for another time. Right now, I think we had best find out exactly what’s taking North so long.”
“D-do you think i-it’s Pitch?” asked Monty nervously.
“No, Pitch needs a little more time than that to get his strength back and come up with a new plan.”
“M-maybe the Monkey King?’ asked Pippa, referring to one of Pitch’s henchmen that they just found out about and apparently hated the Tooth Fairy with a passion.
Katherine’s eyes narrowed. “Maybe, I don’t know.” She turned to the children. “Wait here with Kailash.” The children nodded before huddling near the large goose. Katherine gave a slight nod before walking towards the doorway. When she cleared the corner and was out of sight of the children, she pulled out a long, thin blade that had been hidden in her yellow coat. Cautious but determined, she peeked around the corner. Jack was nowhere in sight. Pursing her lips, she ventured forward stealthily. A noise seemed to come from the balcony. Heart pounding, she turned and ventured in that direction. Was it the Monkey King, or had North finally arrived? Not wanting to get caught unawares, Katherine kept her sword out, but she walked more quickly now. She placed her hand on the handle and paused, there was that noise again. Was that yelling too? She opened the door and . . . whoosh!!
“Jack! Bunny!”
“Oh knock it off you bloody show pony! Stay still so I can hit you!”
“But where’s the fun in that?” Jack laughed as a snowball whizzed by him.
“Ack! Bunny! You are not aiming right!” North threw a snowball, and it passed Jack right up. Bunny shot North a look before going back to throwing snowballs.
“Hey!” shouted Katherine. Everyone stopped and looked at her. Jack came down and stood in front of her.
“Oh, uh, hi! Care to join us? Oof!”
“Ha-ha, finally got you,” said Bunny with a huge grin on his face.
Katherine placed her hands on her hips. “Is this what you’ve been doing this whole time? Had me and the kids worried that something bad was happening!” She glared at them.
“Don’t look at us, it was all his doing!” said Bunny, pointing at Jack.
She did look at him. Jack threw up his hands. “What? I just wanted to give the kids a little more time to hear your stories.”
Katherine crossed her arms. “Well I think they’ve had plenty of time. They need to go home.”
“Oh, alright,” said Jack.
“Where are the kids?’ asked Bunny as they followed Katherine inside.
“I left them in Ombric’s library with Kailash.” She paused when they entered the library. “Oh my, and we have a problem.”
“What?” exclaimed everyone. Katherine merely pointed with a grin. The children were snuggled up to Kailash and all were sound asleep. Kailash rose her head when the Guardians entered the room, but went back to sleep when she saw who it was. Gently, carefully, the Guardians picked up the children one by one and carried them to North’s sleigh. They quickly brought each one home and put them to bed. Bunny, Tooth, and Sandy left from Burgess while Jack and Katherine opted to return with North.
Jack scooted closer to Katherine. “So, feeling better?”
She smiled. “Much better, thank you Jack.” She shot him a look. “Though, I would have felt even better had I known what you were planning.”
Jack grinned. “And ruin all the fun?”
“Fun?” said Katherine. “You seriously think letting us sit there and worry about you all is fun?”
“OK, you’re right, sorry, that wasn’t fun.” He shot her an apologetic smile. “But, it did work. I do promise to have a better plan next time.”
“Sure you will.”
“So, if there’s nothing else for you two to do, would you care to join me for some hot cocoa at the North Pole?” North was watching them with an amused raised eyebrow.
Jack grinned at North before glancing at Katherine. “That actually sounds like fun. What do you say?”
Katherine sighed, but she was smiling brightly. “Oh alright. Let’s stop by Ombric’s first to let Kailash know, and then we’ll head over.”
North nodded. “Sounds good.” He took out his snow globe, thought of Ombric’s place, and threw it. The sleigh disappeared into the portal, leaving sleeping Burgess behind, for the night.
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How I Fell in Love with Marvel
As a die-hard MCU fan today, it's hard to imagine where I would be and what I would be interested in today if it wasn't for my discovery of these fantastic movies. This is the story of how I accidentally saw my favourite movie to date, resulting in me finding one of my greatest passions today.
For context, before that day occurred, the closest I had been to anything Marvel related was having seen the original Spider-Man movies, 1 through 3, and I actually liked them (well, except for the obvious). A few years after that, I also saw Guardians of the Galaxy in theatres, which also happened to be on accident, as I was cottaging in a small county during the summer, and my sister and I were bored one night. However, Guardians wasn't enough to reel me in. If I'm being completely honest, it was never one of my favourite MCU movies (I even prefer the sequel over it). Not that it's not good, it was, but at the time, there was a lot of information thrown at me all at once that I didn't quite get because I didn't see any movies previous to it. Obviously, being young, stupid, and not that into that kind of stuff at the time, I didn't know I was supposed to.
It's also worth noting though, that before this accident I'm about to delve into occurred, I knew I wanted to be a Marvel fan. I had seen the Spider-Man movies and enjoyed them (although I didn't know that the MCU would differ from those, but anyways), so I knew there was a fairly good chance I would enjoy the others. Just the idea of these incredible fighters had always intrigued me, and it's probably why I enjoy video games as well. But I also wanted to feel like I was part of something, something bigger than myself. I was over my book phase, Gravity Falls had just ended, and I had finished all the Harry Potter movies... I wanted to find something else to love. But at the same time, I could never really find the time or effort to catch up on however-many countless movies were out at the time.
SO, without further ado, this is how I happened upon the MCU.
First of all, it was near the end of December 2017...yes, this took place just last year, I'm aware of how new I am and I only wish it could have happened sooner.
Anyways, my sister and I were staying at my cousin's for a few days during the winter break. We decided to go downtown for the day, which included seeing a movie. We hadn't bought the tickets ahead of time, but we were planning on seeing Coco - I had only heard good things, so we were all really excited. We get to the theatre, and one of my cousins goes to buy the tickets, while I wait with her three little brothers and my sister. Eventually, she comes back, only to tell us that Coco was sold out...big bummer for me. There was nothing else to see. My sister began complaining. My cousin then informs us that she had instead, purchased us all tickets for the new Thor movie...what? Her brothers seemed happy about it, and I decided to grin and bear it, but I gave my sister one look and knew I'd be sitting through one boring boy's movie. Whatever. I'd get it over with.
So we sit down in the theatre, we sit through the previews (I saw the preview for Black Panther for the first time, and ironically thought, "huh, that looks pretty good"), and the Marvel logo comes on. First impressions? Well, it was pretty cool. It was my first time seeing the newest Marvel logo, considering Guardians never had it.
Then it pans down to Thor, and he starts monologuing in his deep Asgardian accent, and I'm expecting it to be expositional and boring but...wait, it's not? It was actually pretty funny. The Surtur scene continues, and now first impressions are really kicking in... they were able to make it expositional and funny at the same time, and it worked well. Then the fight began, and suddenly, I was like...woah. These fight scenes are really good. Like. Really good. I found the camera angles made to follow the hammer very cool. Enemies were being taken out like dominos. Even Thor using his hammer as a shield against Surtur's fiery breath was literally a battle move I had doodled all the time! And now I was seeing it in front of me! Then, of course, his escape. I fell in love with the score instantly. The Bifrost aesthetic had me captivated. And from the moment the camera panned up into birds-eye view to read "Thor: Ragnarok", I knew this movie was going to be a bit more than interesting.
Suffice it to say, first impressions were good.
I won't go into detail about every scene like I just did, but I'll highlight the important ones that really made the movie for me.
Loki's introduction. Little did I know I'd be meeting one of my favourite characters of all time. His magical capabilities were revealed instantly for a first-timer like me, something I appreciated at the time I was watching. So was his relationship with Thor; not all of it, obviously, because there are many, many layers, but it was enough for me to determine that he was someone who had the kind of relationship that allowed him to act very jokingly, as seen while also being very jealous deep down, and expressing resentment (his desires of wanting to be King, making a stage production out of his own death, exiling his own father, etc). I could also pick up his immediate character traits fairly quickly - he’s funny, he's someone who practically embodies trouble, and he will always put himself first. It was unclear how much he truly did care for others, specifically his brother, but then again, it's been like that throughout most of the MCU anyways. I, of course, did not know why he was the way he was, but his personality had me intrigued from the very beginning.
The references made to past MCU movies. Believe it or not, I wasn't completely lost, unlike with Guardians. The reason for this was because it was presented in a way that made it so simple. For example, Loki faked his death. How do I know? Because Thor comes back to a stage production about it, but surprise! He's not dead. Another example is, Hulk and Thor always fight alongside each other. How do I know? "He's a friend from work". "Work" obviously being the Avengers (I didn't live completely under a rock, at least), and "friend" being enough to tell me that they were on pretty good terms the last they saw each other. Even the line "adopted" being enough to tell me that there was some deeper story behind why Loki is the way he is. It was small things like that that really set this particular movie apart, and sure, there were some references I didn't catch until seeing the previous movies ("Yes! That's how it feels!"), but it was nice to not always be in the dark about everything.
Valkyrie. Literally, everything about this character. I hadn't exactly been acquainted to Natasha Romanoff yet, so she was the first female badass I had ever had the pleasure of watching. From the moment she's introduced, you can tell she has a deep backstory. Her confrontation with Loki had me rolling when she beat the crap out of him, and then proceeded to throw a bottle at him shortly after. And of course, there's her entrance onto Asgard... enough said.
The last thing I'm going to mention goes out to the film's director, Taika Waititi, as well as the perfect portrayal performed by the actors, and that is the constant humour in the movie. Perfect example: “Get help”. It had me rolling. This is why I always consider it the most wonderful, yet coincidental incident because the truth is, if it was any other MCU movie, I wouldn't have been enticed enough. The movie was so damn funny, I must've laughed through half of it. Before I had seen it, I didn't know Marvel didn't take themselves so seriously. Or at least, I didn't know they didn't have to. I know now of course that that movie specifically was purposed to completely rebrand Thor in order to make him more interesting, and damn, did they do a good job.
So, that last point especially lingered as I left the theatre that day. I cannot express how much I thought about that movie for the rest of the night, which rarely happened to me, as it only happens when I watch something really good. The best thing I can think to compare it to was when the author of the journals was revealed in Gravity Falls (for those who have seen it). I even remember asking my cousin, "Wow, I had no idea Marvel movies were that good. Are they that funny in all the movies?". She responded, "Yeah, we should definitely watch the Avengers tonight", to which I agreed.
We watched Wonder Woman. I was highly unimpressed. Sorry, not a DC stan, never will be.
But when I got home from my cousin's, I did end up watching it. And then I watched Ultron. Then the Thor's. Then the Iron Man's. Then the Captain America's. I loved them all. I even enjoyed Guardian's 2 and Spider-Man: Homecoming, as I was hesitant about both. A few months later, I went back to the theatres to see Black Panther, just like I wanted to. With each time I watched and rewatched the movies, I fell more in love with the characters, I picked apart more from the storyline, made sure I knew every after-credits scene...started crafting my own theories for Infinity War.
And of course, little did I know, it would smash my heart to pieces not five months after I first discovered it.
And now, here I am, still obsessing over these movies, still undecided on who I could possibly like more, Thor or Loki, just as I felt from the moment I left the theatre for the first time. It's cool to think I found my passion on a happy accident, and it's weird to think that considering how happy it's kept me, what I'd be doing without it today.
#marvel#MCU#storytime#thor ragnarok#thor#loki#avengers#iron man#captain america#spider-man#guardians of the galaxy#origin#story#love
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Mistake; Journal 490
I committed quite a social gaff this evening. It started with checking in on V after noticing it had been quite some time since we last chatted. When she greeted me back, she mentioned not having been on F*cebook for several weeks. I responded that I get that and recounted the political discussion I had yesterday. We went back and forth a bit on what “all lives matter” essentially amounts to, and something V said about choices reminded me of my old philosophical rants about free will.
At this point, I had already been a bit riled up by recounting that political discussion and the “all lives matter” business. (To be clear, we both agreed that ALM is a shit response to Black Lives Matter.) Then I was reminded of a topic I’ve felt passionate about and discussed at length in the past, and I got carried away typing about it. V politely let me know that she wasn’t especially interested in debating it, especially since she had briefly mentioned earlier that she was tired. While I did apologize after recognizing that my rant was, indeed, quite inappropriate and thank her for bearing with me, I still felt quite embarrassed about it. Between getting riled up and the following embarrassment, I’ve actually ended up with quite a headache.
Another reason for that happening, as I actually explained to V, is that for some time now I’ve had a strategy for pushing past social anxiety: if I want to communicate something, just go ahead and do it without thinking too much about it. It’s served me decently well, but I went overboard with it for sure—ranting for many paragraphs as if I were writing here on my blog. While I still don’t want to needlessly hold back on communicating with people, I think it would make sense to make sure to check myself and take a step back before moving into a second paragraph in a message: take a moment to ask myself if it really feels appropriate. It may be more appropriate to start with shorter messages that someone could actually respond to instead of giant walls of text, and I could better determine if they’d actually like me to write at length about it (or just directly ask them if they’d be interested).
Week-to-Week
Anyway, the focus I set for myself last Monday was to deal with my healthcare business and to play Night in the Woods (whether or not I wrote about it). I successfully squared everything away with going out for that lab test, picking up my prescription, and setting an appointment (coming next week). I also managed to play some of Night in the Woods—quite an exciting segment I must say.
For this week, I think I’d like to focus on avoiding social media. As important as I think current events are, especially the uprisings that are springing up, seeing posts about it all over F*cebook and Tumblr has quickly been wearing me down. I may even avoid F*cebook’s messenger after tonight’s gaff.
To distract myself from things, I’d like to try to remember that dancing tends to help me a lot. Maybe I can try watching some new anime, or I can rewatch some old favorites. I’ve also still had Dune sitting around; I could always read more of that. Night in the Woods is still an option, of course.
But yeah, avoid F*cebook, avoid my Tumblr dashboard, and maybe unsubscribe from the news stuff on R*ddit. If not the whole week, at least for a few days.
And to clarify, I do support the uprisings that are going on. I’d love to be able to pay attention to it and engage in discussion and keep on the lookout for ways to provide more direct support, but it’s clear to me that it’s not very good for my mental health—not at this pace anyway. Later, I can rethink the way I engage with social media and news, but I need to reset myself first.
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The Voltrons- Heather AU- KeithxReader
Chapter Three- Fight For Me
(A/N: Ah the song that started it all. I've imagined this song with Keith ever since I first saw Voltron then was rewatching Heathers again. Also sorry this took a while I really was trying to work hard to make sure this was different from earlier fic I’ve posted of this, and I just had my wisdom teeth removed, so it was hard to write in the pain plus the loopiness. Hope you guys enjoy this though!)
(Y/N) was curious as she approached the empty table this guy was sitting at, she opened her mouth to start to speak before he interrupted her thoughts and spoke first,
“You shouldn't have bowed down to them. Like some sort of dog.” He scowled softly,
“W-What??” She asked, taken aback, it was a small shock that someone still would stand up to her,
“You clearly have a soul. That guy was your friend, they're all going to crush him.” He sat up from the table and began walking away,
“Hey! Wait! I didn't catch your name!” (Y/N) called, causing the guy to turn back and look at her through his mullet,
“That's because I didn't throw it.” He said as he walked off, causing (Y/N) to stare at him as he walked away. Something in her felt...different. Like she was never truly happy until this moment; Something just felt right.
From across the lunchroom, Kurt and Ram were watching in a huff,
“Who does that guy in the jacket think he is anyway!?” Kurt huffed, “That mullets so gay!”
“(Y/N) seems to be into his stupid act though.” Ram said with his arms crossed, not happy,
“Let's go kick his ass!” Kurt called as he walked up to the guy who now was sitting in the corner, “Hey sweetheart. What did your boyfriend say when you told him you were moving to Ohio?” He snickered, as the guy rolled his eyes and tried to ignore them,
“Doesn't the cafeteria have a no fags allowed rule?” Ran asked, as the guy sighed, finally having enough,
“They seem to have an open door policy on assholes though.” He responded, brushing part of his mullet out of his face and stood up, knowing what he just said was going to start a fight. Sure enough, Kurt and Ram came at him, but he was prepared for it. Students started to gather around excitedly,
“Holy shit
Holy shit
Holy shit
Holy shit
Holy shit
Holy shit
Holy shit
Holy shit
Holy shit!” They chanted, loving whenever there was drama, causing (Y/N) to look up from where she was. Her jaw dropped as she saw the fight that was ensuing, and she softly sang to herself,
“Why when you see boys fight
Does it look so horrible
Yet... feel so right?” She asked as she got closer to the crowd around the fight, “I shouldn't watch this crap
That’s not who I am
But with this kid…
Daaaaamn”
She fawned, as she slowly walked up to the crowd, to get a better look at his face and at the fight. It was pretty easy, kids automatically started moving out of their way for her now since she joined The Voltrons, she held her diary close to her heart as she slowly was singing to herself, as Ram and Kurt were getting their asses handed to them,
“Hey, mister no-name kid
So who might you be?
And could you fight for me” She sang, staring at him adoringly,
“And hey, could you face the crowd
Could you be seen with me and still act proud”
She wandered up closer to the fight, as suddenly everything paused,
“Hey, could you hold my hand
And could you carry me through no man's land”
She cried, as she held his hand that wasn’t busy punching Ram, loving the feeling of it, loving the feeling of feeling protected by it.
“It's fine if you don't agree
But I would fight for you
If you would fight for me”
She let go of his hand and backed up, as everything around her started playing again, but she was too busy imagining a world where they were together, kicking some ass and kissing passionately as they finish,
“Let them drive us underground
I don't care how far
You can set my broken bones and I know CPR”
She slightly leaned left, totally swooning as she sang that, imagining how the feel of his lips would be against hers,
“Well, whoa, you can punch real good
You've lasted longer than I thought you would”
Nobody had ever lasted this long against Kurt and Ram together, and she was totally into it, finding him incredibly hot,
“So hey, mister no-name kid
If some night you're free
Wanna fight for me?
If you're still alive
I would fight for you
If you would fight for me”
She finished her song as the students around her started chanting again as the fight was ending, with Mr No Name Kid as the clear winner,
“Holy shit
Holy shit
Holy shit
Holy SHIT!”
(Y/N) started to make her way back up to the stranger, before he and Kurt and Ram were all dragged to the principal's office, and The Voltrons started gathering around her to gossip about what just happened, before (Y/N) told them to come over after school to talk about it instead. She was much too distracted in thoughts of him right now to talk about anything else.
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Later that afternoon, (Y/N) and the Voltrons were playing croquet in (Y/N)’s back yard. It seemed perfectly convenient that all of them had color balls that matched the colors that they always wore, like some force perfectly planned this scene. Shiro rolled his eyes as he looked over at (Y/N),
“God. Do you always droll this much over guys? You were practically throwing your panties at the new kid,” He paused, and took a look around the house surrounding him, “And, judging by the look of this place, you can’t afford new panties.” He finished his sentence, as Lance and Pidge laughed, but it was more forced than natural laughter; After all, this was what they were ordered to do, Obey and follow all of Shiro’s cues.
“Oh come on, I don’t even know his name. I was just admiring his fighting style.” (Y/N) immediately replied, getting defensive.
“Righhhtt.” He said, as he walked over, and purposely hit his ball to knock Pidge’s off the field. “Your turn, Pidge.” He smirked as Pidge looked back at her ball with annoyance and walked over to it,
“Oh give it up girl.” Lance called out to her, but Pidge was annoyed and determined. She took a deep breath and hit the ball to bounce it off a tree, and through the hoop. Immediately everyone started to cheer for her, except Shiro, as she took a small victory.
“Come take a break, have some pate!” A woman called from a small garden table, causing (Y/N) to look up and smile,
“Sure thing mom! Be right there!” She replied as she walked up, Shiro walking behind her as he began to inspect the plate,
“This isn’t pate this is liverwurst…” He said, with disgust in his voice. (Y/N) shot a look at her mother begging her not to blow this for her. Mrs. (L/N) shined a fake smile,
“Yes, I’m aware. It’s a family joke.”
“Oh..haha. Verry funny.” Shiro shot sarcastically,
“So. Do you all have any plans for tonight?” Mr. (L/N) asked.
“We’re taking (Y/N) to her first big homecoming party~” Lance cooed from the background, causing Shiro to look at his Swatch,
“Speaking of which…”
“Right! Sorry mom, we have to motor if we want to be ready for that party.” (Y/N) called as everyone started to walk off, until her mother took her arm to hold her back,
“Hey..don’t let those populars change you.” She warned, “You have other friends. You have Hunk.” She spoke softly, causing (Y/N) to look down, still feeling horrible about earlier with him,
“Maybe-Maybe I want more to life than liverwurst and cooking mom…” She replied, as she pulled her arm away from her mother, and wiped her tears secretly. Forcing a brave face as she headed up to get ready for the party later.
#Mod Pidge#Fic by Admin Pidge#AU by Mod Pidge#Heathers#heathers crossover#heathers au#Shiro#Pidge#Lance#[ Keith x Reader ]#keith kogane
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After what is probably my hundredth rewatch of last night’s perfectly fitting ep and those painful spoilers that have emerged along with that beautiful preview for tonight, it got me thinking (and that’s probably not a good thing because when I think, my thoughts run wild so fasten your seat-belts kids, this is gonna be a long one.)
I’m sure we all had our dream wishlist for the wedding of the year ever since their clumsy and romantically heart wrenching proposal but the fact it ended up being the complete opposite to what we expected, imagined, or built up our expectations for makes the whole thing better… more enjoyable, compelling interesting, emotional and sincere in a way that falters my entire perspective if I’m honest.
This wedding is so important, not because it’s been planned for months and everything is ship shaped but because it’s far from it. It’s another desperate attempt and impulsive decision from Robert that truly comes from the pit of his heart, that is a well intentioned simple genuine act of pure love and devotion to give Aaron and Liv that last bit of happiness to hold on to before all their lives fall apart. It’s a gift to Aaron to have Robert all to himself on his last day of freedom, to give him that one special day to remember when times get tough. It’s about the three of them and it’s about the significance of family; choosing to focus on the celebrations and commemorations of unified love instead of dwelling on the impending doom because who needs upset and exhaustion when you can have symbolic and sentimental?
Out of all of Robert’s often idiotic, impetuous plans this is without a doubt my favourite. It’s the one that defines this entire journey they’ve overcome. It’s a mini highlight reel; full of nostalgia, throwbacks and little reminders that epitomises just how much they’ve grown and how far their characters have developed. It’s nothing flashy. It’s nothing like the superiority Robert used to crave. It’s messy, it’s comical and it’s unconventional but it’s them, it’s what they do best.
Robert just wants everything to be perfect, he’s so passionate and determined to show him he’s in it for the long run and to demonstrate just how much he cares because he believes he owes it to the man that changed his life forever but Aaron literally doesn’t give a shit?? Robert’s stressing out and riddled with nerves as the typical Dingle disaster strikes and the local pub - their home - the place it commends - looks like it’s being bombed by fairies in a woodland forest (which speaks for itself compared to the adulterous self involved narcissistic he was at his first wedding full of cloy traditions). They’re both surrounded by the most random decorations; from mouldy branches to a paper bee, to a polar bear and the grim reaper, to cake toppers that have them both as scrapyard workers as if that’s the only thing anyone’s ever known, to a god damn wellie that is gonna welcome Robert into a family that accepts him for who he is.
“However, wherever” Aaron doesn’t even consider that as a possible problem because even if they were to get married in a goddamn dustbin in a ditch somewhere, as long as he had his soulmate beside him, as long as he could get married to the man he does love and always has loved more than anything, the man who has authenticated their attachment over the past year, then that’s all that matters, that’s the only concept that means something to him. He really has honestly never been so sure about anything in his life.
The wedding being a surprise, last minute wedding that wouldn’t actually be legal is the best possible thing that Robert could have ever done. Aaron is so unsure of his future right now, he’s in the most treacherous situation and this is the security he needs. It proves Robert’s commitment, he’s not bothered about a piece of paper to certify the power of their love and he’s certainly not in the slightest bit ambivalent about Aaron’s stake in prison. He doesn’t even question not sticking by him because that comes natural to him. He’s staying, he’s reaffirming, he’s promising and he just wants Aaron to see that. Which he does, because this wedding is the concrete evidence.
Aaron being able to openly express his happiness, to exclaim that Robert is the one to make him happy despite all the trouble and hurt that is about to head his way in prison, speaks volumes. This is it. It’s finally sunk in. He really believes the strength of Robert’s dedication, he’s realised he would go to the end of the earth and back for him and this is what he can keep close to him as he faces a lonely and traumatic experience to follow. Robert won’t be there physically but he’ll be always in his mind and heart. Robert will have an empty space in his heart but he’ll know Aaron has grasped his every motive and that makes it, even if it’s just the slightest, bit easier to handle. Every word of the vows, every look in the eye, every smile, every tear, every thought, every laugh and every muddled mishap will be clutched with a firm grip. Aaron will know he’s loved and Robert will be right there when he bounces back from that dark patch because that’s the resilience they’re built up of.
Yeah, marrying so hastily without second thought is for Aaron’s benefit, it’s for Liv to know she won’t ever have to feel unsupported and isolated but it’s also for Robert. He’s always felt out of place, but here he slots right in. This pledge is for his own incentive, the reassurance that he’s always got this little unit to fall back on, be the leading family man he’s always wanted to be contrary to his dad’s disapproval. He can be their protector, their strength, their guidance. It gives him this legitimate authority where he belongs.
It’s both horribly heartbreaking and wonderfully groundbreaking but it’s right because this is their supplemental story, this is their glorified love, this is Robron.
#i went out last night and this is the only chance i've had to overload#probably not a great idea 10 minutes before /the one/#but i'll roll with it#robron#robron wedding#aaron x robert#aaron dingle#robert sugden#emmerdale#long post
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