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imaslutforwritingshit · 4 months

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oh my god you're like the only writer i've found whose requests are open rn

so basically ive been reading this rlly good book where the male protagonist is like rlly tall and super sweet and a hockey player and now i very desperately need ethan landry as that with like a short reader who maybe has some attitude

you can add smut (preferably) but if you can't think of anything for it it's fine!

OKAY

(Hockey Ethan Landry x fem. short reader, that ice skates)

(Part One- teasing, plot)

Sorry to the requester! This took a while like four months 😭 but luckily it’s skating season!

Ethan Landry ❤️‍🔥

Julie Weston 🤍

I started the routine again. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane. Wake up, grab my skates, go on the ice. I forget all of my problems when I skate, letting them fall under my feet as I rake the blades into powdery ice. Today, the rink is empty, given no one comes this early. It’s 5:00 in the morning, and if any person would be here right now, my guess is that they would be a sports player, considering how insane they all are.

Skating has been a part of my life forever, since I was a child, even. I don’t let myself think about how long it’s been, how much has changed. I just ride, to quote Lana, whose music I immediately put on, raising the volume of my AirPods to (almost) an extreme level. I begin the comfortable act of sliding my legs, bending my knees, then faster, until the ice is blending and whirling under my skates, and I am speeding in the rink, distracted by the music in my ears. I do a backwards spiral, grabbing my leg and twirling, then a backwards spin. I feel elevated, euphoric, and then, I feel a hard wall slam into my backside.

I trip over my skates, and fall to the ice, hearing my leggings rip from the impact. Groaning, I push myself up from my hands. Not blood, just a scrape on my legs. I sigh, and feel that my AirPods fell out of my ears when I had slammed to the ground. As I searched the ice for them, a low, gravely tone behind me scoffed.

I jumped, immediately turning unsuccessfully to meet the person. I stumbled, and straightened my legs out of fear, like a small deer in the wintertime. But no sheer amount of embarrassment could prepare me for who I saw behind me.

Ethan.

Ethan Landry.

When he met my expression, he smiled, his dark eyes glinting with the satisfaction of my surprise. His hair was messy, as if he had just woke up from bed, like me. He was wearing a black hoodie, and grey sweatpants, which seemed normal, but what stuck out to me was the hockey stick in his hands.

“I’m not gonna play with you, you know.” I stammered, pointing at the stick.

Ethan laughed smugly, and I swear I could’ve just slapped him then and there. He tapped the base of the stick on the ground. “Yeah? I was hoping you would.” He dropped his eyes to my smaller body, and I straightened my shoulders in an effort to be taller. “You certainly have the…build of a hockey player.”

I rolled my eyes, and huffed, grabbing my AirPods awkwardly in front of him. I could feel his stare down my back, and I really wished he wasn’t in direct view of my ass. I moved on the ice faster than I thought possible to get away from him, finding a corner where I practicing skating drills in an effort to sit with my thoughts. Ethan was moving a puck casually on the other side of the rink, and I made certain that he didn’t see me staring.

When I was in elementary school, Ethan Landry was every girl’s crush. How could he not be? With his dreamy eyes, his soft, tender voice, cute curls? I could remember every friend I ever had begging him for his number, or to sit with him during lunchtime. But no, not me. I saw who he really was. He was cocky, so much so that every time I walked by him, he would ask me if I was ready to admit I liked him. But I never did, and even if I would, he would never hear about it. Ethan would pester me, throw dodgeballs at my shoulder, tap my thumb repeatedly in 7up, until I glared at him, ultimately losing the game.

And I was fine hating Ethan Landry. I enjoyed it. I liked knowing that I was the only one who knew what he was- a playboy.

In 5th grade, I had a friend named Allie. She always tried to convince me to “confess” that I liked Ethan. She told me nobody could resist him, and there’s no point in me pretending that I didn’t like him. But it didn’t matter how many times I told her I wouldn’t. She already had a plan.

Allie wrote a fake love letter, filled with the grossest things a 5th grader would possibly write, or know about. Allie signed the letter with my name; putting it on Ethan’s desk the morning of English class. I will never forget the look on Ethan’s face after she told me what she did. It’s the first time I saw him blush.

Probably because Allie wrote, “I want to sleep with you,” in the letter, even if she didn’t know what that meant yet.

Needless to say, I never talked to that girl again, until she moved schools. And Ethan stopped bothering me after that. Only recently, in high school, the taunting and teasing has come up again. And with it, memories of 5th grade. I just need him out of my life. And the worst part is, he’s still just as fawned over, if not more, than before. Every girl I ever knew had once crushed on him. He’s gotten significantly taller, around 6’3, and his form filled out nicely after enrolling into hockey 7 years ago. I never went to any of his games, and honestly, I don’t care to. He’s not my friend, my enemy, or my lover. He’s nothing to me.

I took a break from skating, huffing over the side of the rink walls. I heard him skate over to me, and I straightened my body again, my heart suddenly faster. I didn’t dare look at him.

“Hey.” His voice was soft, hesitant. I ignored him. “Hey.” I only stared at him, feigning boredom. He gritted his teeth. “Julie, can I talk to you?”

“No.” I turned around and began skating on the ice. I heard Ethan groan behind me and follow my trail.

“What happened to us?” His voice was light, but the words cut deep.

I whirled around, putting my hands in my hips to seem like my fingers weren’t shaking.

“What do mean, us? There has been no us, there will never be an us,” I exclaim, skating backwards. “The last time I checked, the only thing you ever wanted us to be was the boy who makes fun of the girl, and the girl who loveeeddd the boy so much!” I mocked him, rolling out the word with an irritating gesture. I huffed in cold air, and whirled around for the final time, taking my time to exit the rink.

As I clanked my skates on the warm carpet of the bench area, I looked back, seeing Ethan’s eyes on mine. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down, and butterflies warmed my core. I forced my eyes down, and began disassembling my skates, stuffing them in the light pink bag I got for my 18th birthday.

“You know that I knew about Allie, right?”

His deep voice shocked me out of my state of pitiful thoughts. I shook my hair out of my face, and stared up, Ethan suddenly nearing the wall that separated the rink from the sitting area. I slid on my boots, and wiped melted water droplets from my pants as I stood.

“What?” My voice was weary. I just wanted to be home. School was tomorrow, and I would prefer to keep my Sunday Ethan-free from now on.

He stepped into the area, and sat down on the bench opposite to me. He was out of breath, red cheeked, with a smooth glaze of sweat gleaming on his sharp jawline. As he dusted off his sweats and kicked off his skates, he scoffed.

“I knew that Allie wrote the letter.” Silence filled the heavy room, only the heaters buzzing from afar the sound I could hear. Ethan finally stood up, black sneakers on his feet. He unzipped his jacket slowly, his eyes burning onto mine. As he stripped his body, I could see the muscles lining fabric underneath his shirt. I had to clench my thighs, bite my lip, not to go crazy.

Because, the secret was?

I’ve been attracted to Ethan Landry since the day I met him. And I’ve been trying, trying so hard to convince myself that I wasn’t.

He tugged on his sleeves, and casually zipping his bag as he talked. “She told me that she wrote it. And the reason that I was ignoring you after all of it wasn’t because I was embarrassed that you wanted to sleep with me.”

He stood near me, now towering over my frail body. I can’t believe how much taller he got, and he closed space between us, until I was up against the wall.

My nerves were burning, and his eyes were dark, fire pooling in his dangerously beautiful irises. He leaned in, his husky voice in my ear. “It’s because I was upset that you didn’t want to.”

My mouth dropped. “You were ten, and you knew what sleeping with people was?” That wasn’t on my mind. The thought that he would want me too… it drove me insane. I rubbed my legs together harder, pressure in my core.

Ethan laughed, but in a way that almost sounded painful. He leaned back, grazing my body with his eyes. “Jesus, not then.” His face suddenly got serious, as he rested his eyes on my hips, my breasts, and then my lips again.

“Now.”

My eyes opened wider than I could have imagined, and I gasped, letting breath open my lungs.

“Y-you want to sleep with me now?” I straightened my back, my eyes drilled into his.

His expression glinted with dark lust, a smile forming on his face as he took in my shock.

“Yeah.” He whispered, grabbing my wrist and sliding my arm over my head.

“Is that a problem?”

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theemporium · 1 year

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[1k] new challenges, old traditions becoming new and james potter spending christmas eve with his girl.

It had been a tradition in your family for years.

Every year without fail, the local Christmas Market would have an ice rink set up in the main town square for adults and kids alike to enjoy. But it wouldn’t be until Christmas Eve where your family would bundle up in thick layers and woolly hats as you made your way to the local ice rink to complete the family tradition of skating, shared hot chocolates and late night walks through the lit-up streets.

And this year was no different, except for the fact you had another person joining you this year.

Your boyfriend.

“I’m an athlete, baby,” James had boasted earlier that morning as you wrapped up in some warm, thick coats and cosy scarfs. “How hard can ice skating be?”

“You ride a broom,” you countered, though thoroughly amused by his confidence. “This is different.”

“Exactly, I have brilliant balance!” he grinned as his gloved hands reached for your face, pulling you into a sweet kiss. “It’ll be easy.”

“Ever so humble,” you commented, pulling away to reach for your own gloves that were lying on the table.

“Just you wait, your parents are gonna be so impressed with me,” James said with his chest puffed out. “They are gonna love me!”

James, for all intents and purposes, was no better on the ice than a baby deer walking on solid ground for the first time.

“You’re like Bambi!”

“Shut up.”

“It’s cute!”

“Please, darling, I already have so little dignity left.”

You couldn’t hold back the snort that left your lips as you glided towards him with an ease he was envious of. You reached your hand out, a tempting offer if it weren’t for the fact he would have to let go of the railings to take it.

James narrowed his eyes. “Not a chance.”

“Don’t you trust me?” you retorted with raised brows.

“I don’t trust a single bloody thing right now!”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s theatrics, skating closer until you were resting by the wall beside him. Your eyes took in the sight of him: the curls escaping under the brim of his woollen hat, the tip of nose red from the cold and small snowflakes melting into his tanned skin he somehow managed to keep despite the lack of sun during the last few weeks.

“C’mon, I won’t let anything happen to you,” you said as you rested one hand over his, gently trying to pry his hand off.

“That sounds like a fucking lie,” James grumbled but he didn’t resist as you took each one of his hands in your own, slowly pulling away from the edge. “Muggles are insane. This is insane.”

“James, honey, you ride a broomstick at high speeds, dodge balls flying at you from all directions and shove each other hundreds of feet in the air—ice skating is hardly the threat you’re making it tobe,” you said with a laugh, slowly making your way around the rink despite the muggles around you zooming past. “Plus it’s hardly just a muggle sport, there are plenty of witches and wizards who ice skate.”

“Bloody fools, then,” James huffed out, letting out a small noise of surprise when you started to speed up a little.

Despite all his huffing and whining, the confidence from this morning quickly returned and thus, James being James fucking Potter let his ego get the best of him.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna hold my hand?” you asked as you eyed him, just a little out of arm's length from him.

“Don’t phrase it like that, love,” James shot you a look, almost as though he was offended at the prospect of not holding your hand. Merlin knew this boy was one of the clingiest you could get (in the best way possible, of course). “I’m just proving I can do it myself.”

“If you say so,” you hummed, gliding ahead before you spun back to look at him.

“Like I said, I’m an athlete-–shit!”

Your lips parted with a sudden gasp as you watched the boy fall to the floor, his hands darting out in an attempt to break his fall. You watched as he let out a soft groan, a string of curses and muttered words whispered under his breath before he lifted his head.

“Are you okay?” The words were a little breathy as you slowly sunk to your knees before him, reaching out to gently cup his cheek, your eyes searching to see if he had hit his face off the ice or not.

“I hate this,” he murmured to you, looking heavily defeated.

“Who would’ve thought ice skating was the one thing James Potter couldn’t do?” you teased as he nuzzled his face into the palm of your hand. “My poor over-achieving baby boy.”

His eyes narrowed. “This is cruel.”

“I promise I won’t tell Sirius,” you said before offering your hand to pull him back onto his feet.

After that, James had refused to let go of your hand, even once you had made your way to the exit and slipped off your ice skates. Even on the journey back to your house to enjoy a homemade dinner, he never let go of your hand. And even when you had settled onto the couch in the living room with the rest of your family, James refused to let go of your hand.

“You know, we aren’t on the ice anymore,” you murmured to him as some classic muggle Christmas film played in the background. “You can let go of my hand.”

“No.”

You shot him an amused look. “James–”

“Nope, bad things happen when I let go of your hand so I am not going to let go of your hand,” he stated bluntly. “It’s simple logic really.”

You let out a snort. “You’re always so dramatic.”

James rolled his eyes. “I am being reasonable.”

“Did you enjoy Christmas Eve otherwise?” you asked him honestly, eyes softening a little as you shifted to look at him. “Minus the humiliating ice skating?”

James’ lips twitched. “I would go ice skating with you a million more times if it means I’m with you.”

Your eyes gleamed. “Really?”

“Really, baby,” he murmured and leaned in to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “Merry Christmas, love.”

“Merry Christmas, James.”

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pretendfan · 2 years

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{Wake Up Call}

(A/N In my defence, look at him your honour👀plus I’m horny ok there is no law against that, right…right?! I don’t know what this is, my apologies but enjoy😉see I can write short and to the point lol)

(Pairing)

Adrian Chase x Female reader

(One line summary)

Adrian loves it when you stay over for the night, especially when he can wake you up in his own special way…

(Words)

1,183

(Warnings)

18+ ONLY, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), sleepy morning sex, established relationship, consent is a given they love each other, adrian chase is a babe, female pronouns used

18+ ONLY

Adrian loved waking up beside you whenever you stayed round his place, seeing you curled up beside him your back arched against his chest there was no better place to be.

Especially when your ass was curved against his groin which meant he woke up aroused, hell he did that most mornings regardless but it was a lot more fun if you were here too.

Adrian feels his hard cock bounce against the crease of your behind which instinctively makes his hips jerk against you whilst a quiet moan falls from his lips.

Snaking an arm around your middle he places his right hand flat against your stomach, nuzzling his face into your warm neck which causes you to sigh in your sleep, as a smile spreads across his face.

Lazily spreading soft kisses down your neck Adrian pulls you closer towards him, sighing from the friction your underwear is giving his cock which was happily nestled between your ass cheeks.

Sliding his right hand lower Adrian skates his fingertips over your cotton underwear, following the curve of your pussy until he feels damp fabric which makes his cock throb incessantly.

Tracing two fingers slowly down your folds Adrian has to stop himself from groaning into your neck, as he continues to tease you at a leisurely pace.

Feeling you arch your back against his chest Adrian’s fingers increase in speed, then when he hears you moan softly his breath hitches as he rubs himself against the curve of your ass.

Hearing you gasp nearly ends him as he roughly moves your underwear to one side, sliding a finger into your soaked pussy as his lips send kisses down your bare shoulder.

Slowly waking up from a good dream, your eyes widen as you feel your boyfriend’s body pressed right you against you, his fingers doing something filthy which makes you gasp in delight.

“Morning sexy.” Adrian whispers in your ear which makes you sigh back happily.

“Mmm, what a wake up call.” You groan back wiggling your ass against Adrian’s hard cock which makes you bite your bottom lip.

Turning to face Adrian he grins down smugly at you as he glides another finger deep inside you, which makes you lean forward to kiss him hard your head falling back as he increases the speed.

“How’s that?” Adrian asks with that sexy grin still plastered across his face as he relentlessly drives two fingers inside you.

“Too good, I’m gonna-“

You cry out as Adrian removes his fingers from your pussy sinking his fingers into his mouth as he sucks them clean, groaning as he tastes how sweet you are he needed to eat you out.

Moving from beside you Adrian sits up on his knees than crawls over you until he is sitting in between your legs, hands clasping your hips hard as he pulls you closer to him.

“Need you to taste you again.” Adrian sighs grabbing at your underwear he roughly pulls them down as you lift up your hips and moments later he throws them behind his head.

Placing an arm across your stomach and another on one of your thighs Adrian opens his mouth wide and devours you, his tongue spreading your folds as he sinks it flat licking upwards to taste your juices on his tongue.

Instantly your hands grab at Adrian’s hair as he continues to fuck you with your tongue, causing you to groan deeply now fully wide awake feeling the first eruptions of pleasure starting low in your stomach.

Adrian moves his mouth to gently suck on your clit which causes you to arch your back up from the mattress but he pushes you down again trying to keep you still as you wriggle against him.

“You taste so fucking good!” Adrian cries lifting his head up to see your blissed out face that scrunches up when he uses two fingers to coax an orgasm from you.

“Harder!” You cry out as Adrian replaces his mouth on your clit sucking softly barely adding much pressure, which causes you to buck into his face.

“Cum for me, that’s a good girl.” Adrian moans into your pussy as he watches you come undone, green eyes pinning you to the bed as he felt your pussy muscles clench against his fingers.

“Fuck!” You sigh closing your eyes a sexy smile on your face, Adrian sure knew how to be a good alarm clock.

Adrian watches you in awe then drops his head to lick a strip over your pussy lips which causes your thighs to press together trying to push his face away from your overstimulated clit.

“Too much!” You tell Adrian who pulls a pouty face but seconds later he sits up then lays back down next to you in bed.

You turn and notice Adrian’s hard cock, following your gaze he smirks then pulls you on top of him as his grin transforms into a soft smile.

“Hi.” He smiles up at you as you glance down noticing not for the first time how beautiful your boyfriend was.

“Hi.” You grin back shyly then sigh when you feel Adrian rub the tip of his cock against your clit, then moving you closer he fills you up which makes you cry out.

“You feel so good, taking me so fucking well.” Adrian groans as he starts to rock slowly up into you as you wrap your hands around the back of his neck pulling him closer to you.

“I’m all yours.” You tell Adrian as he drops a kiss to the side of your lips then embraces you fully whilst he rocks a gently rhythm that has a teasing heat spreading up from your lower back.

Sleepy morning sex was your absolute favourite, Adrian knew this so he abstains from the need to thrust into you harder wanting you to cum on his cock, so he behaves and continues to glide slowly into your welcoming pussy.

You fitted so well around him that Adrian just knew you were made for each other, for this simple purpose to bring you pleasure and of course love.

Hearing your breathing quicken at the same time that your pussy throbs around his cock, Adrian cannot help but snap his hips into you faster hearing a low moan fall from your gorgeous lips.

“I’m close-“

You cry out as your orgasm sends you free falling causing you to shudder and sigh into Adrian’s open mouth as he thrusts once more and then joins you over the edge, whining as he sees you watching his face contort.

“That is my favourite thing-“

“I know, t-that’s why I did it I love you so much.” Adrian tells you breathlessly but it’s chased with a cute smile that makes you blush.

“I love you to.” You tell him sitting up to kiss him as he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer towards his chest where you bury your head.

What a way to start the day…

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herbalsingularitea · 1 year

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Holly Jolly (Chapter 14)

Summary - “Why?” she wheezed. “Why do you want me to see what you are now?”

He pulled her in closer, slowing even more to a leisurely speed as they skated over the moonlit lake.

“Because,” he started, looking wistfully into her face, “you are so much more to me now than you were before.”

Pairing - Bernard x Female OC

Word Count - 5381

Warning - This chapter is rated M for some mature themes

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Chapter 14 - Kiss Her Once For Me

Holly swallowed the last of her cocoa, the goat’s cream leaving a funky aftertaste that she didn’t entirely love. The overall drink was good, but she probably wouldn’t have it twice.

Bernard was already done with his drink, his fist supporting his cheek as he watched her. She waited for him to say something—it seemed like he wanted to. But he just kept silent, a curl at one side of his lip as he observed her.

“Well, that was fun,” she remarked lightly.

He hummed, then he lifted his hand to his upper lip, motioning in a way that indicated she had something there. Embarrassment colored her cheeks and she quickly brought a napkin up to get rid of the goat’s cream that had clung to her lip.

Soft laughter danced in the air. He was still watching her, fondness bright in his eyes. The red on her face deepened and she cleared her throat, pushing past the shy fluttering his eyes evoked in her.

“So, uh, what’s next? Skating?”

“If you’d like. Did you want to talk now?” he asked, brows raising. An uncertainty now tensed his posture.

Anxious eyes darted to the side, severing his consuming gaze from her. She examined the decorations around them, trying to find the right words.

“Well,” she started, “I was actually hoping we could talk while we skate.” She fiddled nervously with her empty cup. “It seems like we might have a pretty intense discussion coming up. It might be nice to have something else to do during it, y’know?”

“Nervous energy?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” she sighed.

He hummed again. “That’s fine, yeah. Let’s head to the skate hut.”

They gathered their plates and mugs and headed back towards the lake, stopping by the food table to place their dishes on the tray marked ‘dirty’.

The lake wasn’t far from the table, the hut situated between. Bernard pulled out a key and opened the hut so they could choose skates. Holly wasn’t sure what to look for, so he helped her find the right size and lace up.

At the edge of the lake, the candles that had been burning before were snuffed out, leaving them bathed only in moonlight and the faint glow of the barrier.

Bernard glided out in front, fluidly skating a figure eight before turning back to wait for her. Her ankles shook with the effort to stay upright as she inched out onto the ice, wobbling all the way. Her arms flew out to her sides to help steady her as she left the snow completely and started slipping across the opalescent lake.

Her eyes were fixed on her skates, watching as she carefully lifted one foot and then the other to pick up a little speed.

“Nice!” His voice was far away, the swishing sound of skates on ice circling around her.

She looked up at the praise, but started wobbling again once she did. She gasped and returned her focus to her feet.

“Well, that’s not gonna be any fun. You gotta be able to take your eyes off the ice, Holly Jolly!”

“It’s hard , okay? Like I said, I haven’t done this since I was a kid!”

“Come on, you can do it! Look at me.” The command came from much closer now, somewhere directly ahead of her.

“I can’t, I’ll fall!”

“No you won’t.”

Suddenly two large lovely hands were in her field of vision reaching for her own. She pitched forward in surprise at the unexpected sight, and his hands caught hers, helping her regain balance. He used the momentum of her slip to push back out into an easy glide. She held him tight as his backward motion pulled her forward even faster than before.

“You just need to get a feel for it first. Now look at me.”

She looked up.

He was like a vision of a winter prince in his fur hat and cloak, skating so smoothly, not even needing to look where he was going. She felt her legs straighten out as the wobbling steadied, the speed actually helping her with her balance. His body rocked as he lifted one foot after the other and she consciously tried to match his rhythm.

He smiled, his eyes sparkling at her almost as much as his cheeks.

She felt giddy as she beamed back at him.

“Ha! I’m doing it!”

“See? What’d I tell you.” His hands squeezed hers. “Ready to let go?”

“Uh, no, not yet please,” she said while chewing her lip worriedly.

“That’s fine. Whenever you’re ready. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Did they? Did he ? She thought back to those black and white pictures on his mantle. Now was the time to ask, she supposed. Now or never.

“Bernard?”

His expression sobered as he noticed her change in mood.

“Yeah?”

“Those pictures at your house, the ones on the mantle, y’know?”

His hands tightened around hers for a split second before relaxing again. The moon shone from behind him, hiding his face from her. His tone was carefully neutral as he hummed his answer.

“Mmhm.”

Her lip shook as she searched the dark shape in front of her for the familiar warm brown eyes that always brought her comfort when she needed it. But the shadow cast over him was dark and cold, unreadable.

“W-well, I was wondering, uhh…” She inhaled a steadying breath. “Um, there’s a person in those pictures that looks like you. And I was wondering, um, well—is that a relative of yours?”

“No,” he said, “not a relative.”

They were turning now, curving with the natural shape of the lake. Moonbeams cut into the shadows revealing the edge of a sharp eye, watching and waiting.

“Oh. Okay, so,” she gulped, looking over his shoulder, his stare too heavy to hold. “S-so… that was you?”

He paused before answering. The warmth of his hands burned hers and she couldn’t decide if the feeling was grounding or distracting.

“Yeah, Holly. They’re pictures of me.”

“They looked really old.” She was trembling again.

“That’s because,” his voice was soft and gentle, trying to ease the blow that was coming, “I’m really old.”

A hitched breath got stuck in her throat.

She had been expecting this, really, but now to be faced with it so blatantly—she couldn’t stop shaking. The motion traveled up her arms and down to her legs, unsteadily wobbling once more.

His skating slowed when it seemed like she might let go of him, but she held on, her grip tightening as she tried to will the trembles away.

Her hands still had a slight tremor, but her voice was still as she asked, “How old are you, precisely?”

Voice still carefully soft, he answered, “I can’t remember exactly, but I’m at least 1600 years old.”

She startled, her eyes coming back to lock with his now illuminated ones in astonishment. The smooth rosy face before her was calm, his bouncy curls swaying with the changing directions as they circled the lake. She was relieved to see he didn’t look as menacing as she’d imagined he would. For a moment, she feared he would be angry at her discovery, but no—he was still just Bernard, wasn’t he?

Wasn’t he?

“Breathe, Holly.”

She sucked in a breath with trembling lips.

“Are you an elf?” she whispered.

“Yes,” he answered, just as quiet. “You know where you are. You know what I am. You know what Morozko really is.”

“Stop,” she said, eyes closing briefly. “I do know, b-but stop. I can’t right now. It makes my head hurt when I think about it.”

“That’s perfectly understandable. Expected, even. Adult humans just can’t easily believe. Magic grows out of them and some sort of mental block goes up.”

She blinked. “Is that why my head’s been so foggy?”

His thumbs rubbed the backs of her hands soothingly, the trembles from before settling somewhat, though her heart still raced in her chest.

“Most likely, yeah. Human children don’t need to see to believe. But adults are different. Your mind is trying to protect you from all this. In the human world, this phenomenon works so well, we don’t have to hide anything about ourselves. Adults will just see what they want to see and their brains will fill in the gaps with whatever explanation makes the most sense to them. But you and I were going to be spending so much time together, I tried to at least somewhat hide what I am.”

“But you stopped trying. When we went up the mountain, you hardly tried at all,” she pointed out.

“Yeah,” he said, simply.

“Why?” she wheezed. “Why do you want me to see what you are now?”

He pulled her in closer, slowing even more to a leisurely speed as they skated over the moonlit lake.

“Because,” he started, looking wistfully into her face, “you are so much more to me now than you were before.”

“We’ve only known each other for less than two months, though!” she cried.

“So tell me you don’t feel it too, then.”

Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out.

She couldn’t tell him that. Because she did feel it too. And he knew it.

She searched his dark eyes; he didn’t exactly look surprised—just hopeful.

“Why is this happening, Bernard? I’ve never ever felt like this for someone before.”

“Me either.” His lip curled up at one end. “My heart’s bonded to you. I don’t have much say in it anymore.”

“So what, it’s destiny? Like soulmates?” She scoffed, her eyebrows pulling low at the idea. She never liked that part in stories, where people fell in love at first sight as if they never had a choice in the matter.

“Nothing so grand as that. But what we could have—it’s special. For my kind, love is so important. It’s not exactly rare, but it’s not common either. When one of us falls in love, it’s a kind of magic itself. The purest kind.”

“So you’ve magicked me into falling for you?”

“No!” He slid to a stop in the middle of the lake, hands still holding hers. “No.” His throat bobbed as he searched for words. “Actually, that’s why I wanted you to meet Judy—to make sure you weren’t magic dazzled into thinking you had feelings for me.” Wonder played across his face as he recalled Judy’s verdict. “But you aren’t. You see me, all my strengths and weaknesses, my successes and faults. All of it.” A delighted smile split his face. “And you like me anyways.”

She smiled back in spite of herself, his mood catching. “I do. I really do. I think you’re an amazing person, Bernard. B-but I don’t know about love quite yet-”

He cut her off, hands raising earnestly between them.

“That’s the thing, it’s not love! It’s just the probability of love. It’s not magic that made me have feelings for you. I grew to know and care about you and now I can feel the magic that’s being created from that bond in my heart and someday that will turn into love—for me at least.” He cringed at his own description, aware of how strange it must sound to a human. “It’s, uh, hard to explain, exactly. But my heart knows I will fall for you someday, so it’s preparing for that.”

“So in a w-way, you’ve got your ‘heart set on it’?” She tried to joke, but her voice wasn’t as confident as she’d hoped, a nervous tremor causing a brief stutter. She wasn’t sure what he meant exactly by all this, but at least he wasn’t confessing his love for her. She liked him—a lot. But love wasn’t a step she was ready for, especially after the revelation that he wasn’t human like her.

“Ha, hm, yeah actually. It’s exactly like that.” A small grin lit his face at her attempt at teasing. “Whatever you feel on your end—that’s 100% on you, though. I promise.”

“It feels so different, though! I’ve seriously never felt like this for someone before, Bernard” she said in a rush.

“Boy, you sure know how to flatter a guy.” His eyes crinkled. “But no, it’s all you. I’ve not exactly been abstinent in my life, but I swear I’ve never felt like this before either. I mean, obviously not, since my heart’s never even tried bonding with someone besides you. It’s… a little terrifying, honestly.”

“I still don’t get how ‘bonding’ is any different from getting to know someone and dating like normal.”

His eyes searched the air for a way to explain. “The difference is inherent to elves, I think. I can’t exactly speak for humans, but sometimes you get to know someone and there’s either a spark or there isn’t, right?” She nodded, watching his face closely. “Okay, so then imagine there’s that initial spark and you think ‘I want to know them’ so you spend time together. But then the more time you spend together, the more the spark ignites, until one day you realize you don’t have the ability to walk away anymore. You aren’t in love yet, but you know that’s where you’re headed.”

“It doesn’t sound very magical when you put it like that.” She squinted at him in confusion, still unsure as to the difference between that and what humans experienced.

“I’m trying to take the magic out of the explanation so you can understand it better,” he sighed. “It’s that, but it’s also so much more than that. My heart is the source of my magic. If my heart is making magic because of you , that’s very, very significant. Elf love is never one-sided. If an elf heart has bonded to another, then that other always bonds back.”

Her eyes widened and he rushed to continue his explanation. “But it’s not forced! It’s a mutual decision by both hearts. One wouldn’t bond without the other also wanting to bond. If someone feels a heart bond, then they can be sure the other person feels it too.” His shoulders squared as he leaned forward and squeezed her hands once more. “Let me put it this way: my heart trusts you enough to allow me to fall for you.”

His words were starting to come together in her mind. Whatever his heart was, it seemed to be a kind of independent force. Part of him, but not at the same time. It believed that she and Bernard could work out long term, essentially, so it was going ahead and… creating magic? Performing some sort of maybe-biological elf function because it was sure of this. Sure of her .

Whether or not she had the same kind of ‘heart’ he did was unclear, but his heart wouldn’t have bonded if she didn’t have something that responded to him with a reciprocal bond. Searching her own feelings, she found that a lot of what he was describing lined up with her own experience. She had liked him from almost the beginning, but what had started as physical attraction had soon transformed into affection—friendship and fondness. Every interaction they’ve had together brought her closer and closer to love herself. She also felt like it was inevitable at this point.

She just wasn’t as open to declaring it at this stage as he seemed to be. But from how he described elf bonds, it made sense why he’d go ahead and reveal himself. Humans might dance around each other for years at this stage of a relationship. But elves already knew if someone liked them back because their hearts made it obvious. It was essentially a promise. He didn’t love her. But he would, someday.

Assigning it a more straightforward definition like that did make it seem less daunting than if he’d said they were actually soulmates. She wasn’t sure how she’d have reacted if that was the case.

She snorted, feeling reassured for now. “So… no pressure?”

“None. If you don’t want this, then that’s okay.”

She worried her lip between her teeth, averting her eyes over his shoulder.

“But I know now, right? So what happens if I change my mind?”

A pained expression flashed across his face before he blinked and became solemn. “Then you’ll be dusted,” he said, hurrying to continue once he saw her disturbed expression. “No, wait—that sounds worse than it is.”

“Dusted? Like cremated or something? I’d say that’s pressure, Bernard!”

“No—it’s not like that at all. Listen,” he raised his hands placatingly. “‘Dusting’ is what we do to make humans forget the magical things they see sometimes.” His hands landed on her shoulders, rubbing down her arms lightly. “It’s to preserve our secrecy, but I promise it’s not harmful at all.” He shook his head to emphasize his point. “You’d forget about me and whatever part I’ve had in your life until now. All our work, the time we’ve spent together—you’d forget my place in it. You might be a little foggy for a few days, but that’s it. Your memory would fill in any gaps and you’d live your life normally from that point forward. And of course, our bond would be severed, but you wouldn’t even know it since you wouldn’t remember me.”

His explanation pacified her, but the whole thing still left a bad taste in her mouth. She didn’t want anyone to mess with her memories. It honestly sounded pretty invasive. She wouldn’t exactly be able to stop it though, if they decided she needed to be ‘dusted’.

She hoped it wouldn’t be an issue at all, however, since she had no intention of stopping what was developing between her and Bernard.

So he was an elf.

Everyone had their quirks, she supposed.

And yeah, she knew this was a pretty big pill to swallow. Even now when she dwelled too long on his inherent inhumanness, her mind would try to redirect to something easier, more familiar. It was hard to battle against her own instincts. But when she looked into his eyes, she couldn’t help but think—he was worth it.

An air of longing hung about her as she looked up at him, a shiver running through her at the way the moon reflected in those dark eyes.

“I don’t want to forget you, Bernard,” she whispered. “I don’t want to forget any of this. Not gonna lie, it’s… a lot. Actually, yeah, it’s terrifying. But… it’s a part of you, right?” He nodded, and she smiled shakily. “Then I want to know it—I want to know you . Every part of you.”

She slid closer, her hands traveling up his arms and over his shoulders to hover over his sparkling cheeks. After a moment’s hesitation, her palms cupped his face and he exhaled, his expression softening into something gentle and relieved. Her thumbs caressed the silvery flecks in wonder. He reached up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, the back of his fingers skimming along her cheek as he returned his hand to her shoulder. She sighed with trembling lips and his eyes locked in on the motion, brows tilting up.

“I meant what I said before; I would never hurt you, Holly. You’re safe with me.”

The scent of peppermint wafted across her face and she realized how close their faces were. The frosty mist had suddenly cleared, the moonlight illuminating them even brighter than before.

Holly looked into his dark eyes, heavily lidded, his thick lashes fluttering as his breathing hitched.

“I know,” she whispered.

His gaze flitted down to watch as her tongue lightly wet her lips. His eyes stayed there watching and her own gaze slid down to his lips—pink and full. His breaths turned slightly ragged and she noticed her own soft pants matching them.

Her heart thudded hard in her chest, and she was distantly aware that his hands had come up to frame her face as well. His face loomed closer, her eyes gently closed, and then—

Their lips met.

It was the barest hint of pressure; despite the slight scrape of his five o’clock shadow, his lips were unbelievably soft. He slid them against her own, slotting them into a better fit as he deepened the kiss. She remembered to breathe and was filled with the taste of peppermint and nutmeg.

His hands moved to angle her head and she felt his fingers stroke gently around the curve of her ear. It occurred to her then that her own ears were probably as novel to him as pointed ears were to her.

Which reminded her…

Her hands slid from his cheeks into his dark curls, the soft locks wrapping themselves around her fingers. She followed the line of his sharp jaw up to his ears until she touched his lobes.

He broke the kiss to take a shakey breath before claiming her lips again, this time running the tip of his tongue along the seam of her mouth. She hummed at the pleasant sensation and let her jaw fall open just slightly to catch his bottom lip briefly between her teeth.

The low rumble that came from his throat lit a fire deep in her belly.

Her fingers twitched up further along the edge of his ears. And they just kept going and going. The normal curve she expected from a human ear never came. Instead, she felt them twist up into a delicate point, and her thumbs automatically came up to rub the points curiously between her fingers.

He groaned deeply into her mouth, their kiss becoming more heated. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she gasped. She’d never been big on kisses like this before. The men and women she’d been with before had always kissed sloppily, their tongues stiff and demanding—eager to get to the ‘good part’. But Bernard caressed her tongue with his own until they were writhing together, pulling back now and then to flit it against her lips playfully before diving back in. His kisses were slow and sensual, like he was in no rush at all. Like he was exactly where he wanted to be.

Despite the cold air, she felt overheated. She continued to rub the points of his ears, the odd shape strangely enticing to her. She wanted to see them. She wanted to kiss them. She wanted to kiss a lot of parts of him.

But this was just the start to their unusual relationship.

Bernard obviously had no problems taking things slow and following her lead. She really appreciated that, because despite the wetness pooling between her thighs, she knew that she shouldn’t jump into this too hastily. She’d only just come to grips with his being an elf. She needed to adjust.

She pulled back and his lips reluctantly parted with hers.

God, he was beautiful.

His eyes were bright and piercing, his brows tilted up in an absolutely sinful expression of longing.

He was panting openly, clouds puffing into the air.

And those lips —red and shiney. Swollen from their passion.

Holly was sure her own face looked similarly debauched.

“Wow, you are good at that.”

He wheezed a short laugh, his composure coming back to him gradually. “You aren’t too bad yourself, there.”

His hands fell onto her hips, wrapping long fingers around her waist in a loose embrace. Her own hands stroked his ears from tip to lobe once more before retreating. His breathing stuttered at the sensation and she recalled how flustered he’d gotten when she first started touching his ears. She tucked that knowledge away for later.

Her fingers got tangled for a moment in the thick curls, but she twisted them loose easily enough. She pulled one spiraled lock playfully and watched it bounce back into shape with a giggle.

“I like your hair,” she sighed. “You’re so beautiful, Bernard.”

“I think you’re beautiful too, Holly. And your ears are adorable.”

“Adorable! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Are you kidding me, they’re so cute! So round and little. Absolutely adorable.”

“Sheesh, you would think that, you elf ,” she snickered.

He smirked, one hand coming up to tweak playfully at her ear. She squealed and wiggled out of his embrace, wobbly skating away to escape his ticklish touch.

He laughed and skated after her, deliberately staying one step behind her as they started making a loop around the frozen lake together.

Curtis pulled away from the playful nuzzling of the taller elf beside him.

“I think I forgot my luhkka!”

“Can it wait till morning? I’m sure it’ll be fine til then.”

“No, no, it was a gift from my family when I first left home. I need to go get it!”

“Well, if you insist, I don’t mind walking back with you, my dear.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. You go on up and get a fire started in the room for us so it’s nice and warm. I’ll be quick.”

Quintin gave him a quick squeeze around his middle, pecking him once on his round nose before stepping into the cottage and heading toward the elevators.

Curtis stepped back out into the snow and turned towards the wide deserted snow path leading back to the lake.

Their carriage had taken them to the nearby rentals. They had decided to get a nice little room on the top floor for the night. Curtis was new to this and so was Quintin, so he had no real expectations, but they wanted to escape somewhere warm for the rest of the evening at least. The walk back to Downtown Nord was long and cold, after all.

Curtis was 900 years old, not too young by any means. Quintin was only 400 himself. Elves usually reached maturity around 50, but as a species, they were so work focused that apprenticeships ensured romance and sexuality weren’t explored until they were 400-500 when most elves would be considered skilled enough to work independently. And then of course, elves didn’t usually become masters in their crafts until they reached the quadruple digits, so many elves didn’t make time for serious relationships until they were much, much older than Curtis.

And yet here he was with a cocky young elf man, considering something more when he was at the busiest epoch of his career. It was downright irresponsible. He wondered what Bernard would say about it.

He’d probably scold Curtis for wasting time that could be used for work.

He and Quintin were probably one of the youngest couples at the North Pole. At least, he thought they were a couple. He hoped they were.

He couldn’t wait to get back and find out, that’s for sure.

The carriages were empty, the drivers retiring for the night after the last group was carted out. He’d have to walk, but that was okay. It wasn’t too far.

He made relatively good time, he thought. Or maybe he’d been day dreaming of the exact shade of Quintin’s eyes and how similar it was to the needles on the pine trees he was walking by and had lost track of time. Either way, he blinked and found himself at the kotatsu pits near the forest.

And there on the table closest to the tree line was his luhkka!

He ran to grab it when an unexpected voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite little elf!”

“Jack!”

Jack, indeed. The legendary figure stood just beyond the tree line, strutting down the foot path like he hadn’t a care in the world.

Curtis picked up his forgotten luhkka and pulled it over his head before joining Jack on the path.

“You missed the party, I’m afraid. Everyone’s already gone home.”

“Not everyone,” Jack said coyly.

Curtis laughed lightly.

“Oh, I just came back to grab my luhkka.”

“Not exactly what I meant, but I’m sure we’ll get there,” Jack quipped, a frosted brow primly arched. Curtis opened his mouth, confusion tinting his face, but Jack plowed on. “Anyways! Your what-a now?”

Curtis blinked at the mercurial legend. “My luhkka! See?” He lifted the edge of it to show Jack, who sneered in distaste.

“Charming little outfit, I’m sure. You said you came back for it?”

“Yeah, from the cottages. I’m just heading back there now, actually. Quintin and I are renting for the night,” he said, affection creeping into his voice as he pictured the charming elf waiting by the fire for him.

Jack smirked, delighted. “That’s certainly a development! So you’re an item now?”

“Well, no, not exactly.” His feet shuffled along as he tried to keep up with Jack’s long strides. “I mean, maybe? Probably not, though. Elves in our position just don’t have time for serious relationships.”

“Well, some obviously do. Otherwise, there’d be no point to a Valentines Party, would there?” Jack pointed out.

They were reaching the top of the hill now, Jack’s gait slowing so Curtis could catch up.

“Sure, but those elves are older, set in their careers like Judy. Elves my age can’t afford to waste time on stuff like that,” Curtis explained matter-of-factly. “Bernard would agree with me. Romance should be the least of my worries right now.”

Jack stopped walking, suddenly whirling around to face Curtis. They were at the highest point on the path now, but it was hard to see past the misty frost that hung over the snowy landscape.

“Bernard is old enough, though, isn’t he? Arch Elf that he is,” Jack sneered, “there must not be anymore career goals to even achieve at his level, right?”

“Well, I mean, he could , but-“

Jack straightened, arms behind his back as he considered the little elf before him with a mischievous grin.

“So it probably makes sense then for Old Man Bernie to be cozying up with his human honey. He must not be as busy as I thought.”

Curtis sighed, exasperated. “We’ve already been over this, Jack, Bernard isn’t interested in some nasty human.”

“Everyone needs a tender touch now and then, Curt-o.”

“Not everyone .”

Jack’s icy stare bore down on him.

“So Bernie isn’t interested in that sort of thing, then?”

“Well, no, he is!” Curtis stumbled. “I know he’s been seen with a few elves before, but just casually, you know? There’s just no way Bernard would get seriously involved with someone, especially now when our Santa isn’t here. We have so much work we have to do—we’re barely keeping up! I’m stressed to my limit most days and I know he is too.”

Jack’s fingers twirled subtly behind his back, frost in the air condensing onto the tips as the air in front of them started to clear.

“Well, kid, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but your boss is currently canoodling with that human as we speak,” Jack purred.

Curtis tilted his head, taken aback at Jack’s declaration.

“What are you talking about?”

“See for yourself!” He inclined his head.

Just then, the icy fog completely lifted enough to give them a clear look down at the frozen lake.

And there, locked in a passionate kiss were Bernard and the human.

His stomach sank.

He couldn’t believe it. Bernard was kissing a human ? Of all creatures, he’d lower himself to that ? Curtis felt his lip curl in mild disgust at the sight.

“Doesn’t seem fair, does it?”

He couldn’t take his eyes off them. The longer it went on, the more his lips pulled down into an ugly grimace.

“What doesn’t seem fair?” He asked distractedly, still watching as the kiss deepened.

“Why, that you would agonize over whether you should get to see your new beau because of how busy you are, when Bernie here has been blowing off work to spend time with that .” Jack tsk’d in exaggerated sympathy. “It just isn’t right , if you ask me . Downright hypocritical , even.”

As Curtis watched the two figures still locked in a lover’s embrace down on the lake, he saw a tinge of red color the scene in his mind. His eyes narrowed as the human laughed and skated away, Bernard chasing after her, his own laugh ringing out into the night.

Curtis had never heard the Head Elf laugh before.

“You’re right, Jack. That isn’t fair. Not at all.”

#bernard the elf #bernard the elf x female oc #bernard the elf x oc #bernard x oc #bernard x female oc #tsc #the santa clause #my writing

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scentofdriedflowers · 2 years

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Pest in Training

Fem!Reader x Dad!Matt

Author’s Note: So this may be trash but I got the idea and needed to write it… for reasons @anastasiyaigorevnadobrodevskaya this is all your fault… so thank you ❤️ I’m also thinking I might make this a tiny little Dad!Matt series so let me know what y’all think

Warnings: Matthew being Matthew, cute children, hockey fights (??), baby fever, this is just super cute

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“Are you sure about this? He’s still so tiny!” You whine. Matt glares over his shoulder at you from where he is knelt down tying your sons skates.

“I’m almost this many momma!” Your son, Caleb, scolds holding up three tiny fingers. “I’m big!”

“Yes baby, I know, Mommy just doesn’t want you to get hurt. Skating is really hard you know.” You remind him as you frown worriedly at Matt.

Matt sighs dramatically as he finishes tying the tiny skates. Patting Caleb’s leg, Matthew stands up throwing an arm over your shoulder. “I won’t let anything happen to him. You’ve gotta let him start somewhere babe.” He smiles sympathetically, placing a sweet kiss to your cheek. You return the smile, though yours reflects the anxiousness sitting in your chest.

Your son, like Matt, is hell on wheels. The three of you often find yourselves in the emergency room, where Caleb always puts on a brave face as he ‘flirts’ with the nurses to ensure he receives his lollipop and Spider-Man bandaids. He was ALWAYS getting hurt, despite your constant reminders to him, and Matt, to be careful.

His complete disregard for his own safety, and his ability to move at an alarming rate, are certainly not the end of the similarities between him and his father however. As Caleb beams up at you from his seat on the dressing room bench, you can’t help but notice just how similar the two are. His big blue eyes that seem to always have just the slightest hint of mischief, his tiny smile that teeters closer to a smirk than you would like, his stupidly cute little dimples, and to top it all off; his mop of messy blond curls peaking out at you from under his helmet. He is just a tiny version of Matthew, and it warms your heart and terrifies you all at the same time.

Matt helps his tiny clone down from the bench, and you find yourself more emotional than you expected as he begins to hobble across the room toward the door. “Hold on to Daddy’s hand please!” You call out, already biting your lip anxiously.

“No Momma, I do it! See!” Caleb giggles, beginning to hobble a little faster. He smiles back at you over his shoulder, and you can’t help the groan that leaves you as Matt speeds up too. Though, as they both start laughing together, you can’t fight the smile that comes to your face.

The laughter however, stops abruptly as Caleb falls forward. You quickly launch yourself towards him, but Matthew stops you by placing a hand on your shoulder. Your whole body tenses as you wait for the seemingly inevitable wails that will soon come from son.

“I’M OKAY!” He grunts, pushing himself from the floor. Matthew laughs loudly, and helps Caleb become stable on his feet again. As fast as he was on his feet Caleb takes off running again, Matthew hot on his heels.

“SLOW DOWN!” You tell as Matthew scoops Caleb up in his arms. “MATTHEW TKACHUK!”

“Why don’t we show Mommy just how fast we can go?” Matthew smirks back at you, Caleb clapping happily in his arms as he takes his first step onto the ice.

You mumble to yourself about Matthew being a pest, pulling out your phone to take some photos and videos.

Matthew sets Caleb gently on his feet, and his legs immediately start to drift apart. Matthew holds him up though, and although you can’t hear him, you know Matthew is using his coaching voice. You can also tell, that he’s fighting back tears.

This moment right here is all Matthew has ever wanted. It’s all you’ve ever wanted for him, and the heartwarming scene playing out in front of your eyes, is making you quite emotional.

Your hands shake slightly, and tears fall down your cheeks as you try your best to focus your phone camera on Caleb as he takes his first few strides all on his own. Although you had your reservations, Matthew was right; Caleb was a natural.

Once you felt you had enough video, and enough crying, you made your way to the washroom to attempt to look less like you’d been crying like a baby for the past 20 minutes. As you made your way back toward the ice surface, you noticed Matt standing by the glass, holding Caleb in his arms.

“Are you all done now?” You ask leaning over the boards to poke Caleb’s nose which was now bright pink.

“No! I wanna show Mommy!” He was already giggling and judging by the groan Matthew lets out, you know you aren’t going to like whatever this is.

“Show Mommy what exactly?” You quirk an eyebrow at Matt, who smiles sheepishly.

“That was supposed to be a secret buddy, we talked about this!” Matthew whines, but sets Caleb back down on the ice.

“Watch Momma! Just like Daddy!” Caleb squeals, as you hit record on your phone once again. Matt shakes his head, but nods at Caleb to go ahead. “We fight?” Caleb yells, and you immediately cringe. Matthew nods, and you can’t help but laugh to yourself.

What happens next may be the cutest sequence of events you’ve ever seen. Caleb shakes his hands aggressively multiple times until finally, the tiny custom gloves Matthew had ordered him, fall to the ice. Then Caleb sticks his tongue out as he stares at his feet, focusing intently, as he begins to shuffle his tiny little feet towards his father.

When he finally moves the couple feet to close the gap between him and Matthew, Caleb grabs onto the bottom of Matt’s jersey with one hand and immediately starts punching with the other.

“CALEB MATTHEW TKACHUK!” You yell out in shock. He responds to your cries only by punching Matthew harder, and squealing giddily.

Matthew pretends to fall down in dramatic fashion, and Caleb throws his hands in the air to celebrate his victory. However it throws him off balance, and he falls onto his butt. He and Matthew are now sitting side by side at centre ice giggling at each other.

“Did I do good Momma?” Caleb asks, as you carefully walk across the ice towards them.

Mustering as much seriousness as you can, you place a hand on your hip and give him a stern look. “Caleb, just because Daddy does something doesn’t mean it’s a good idea, fighting is bad.” You lecture, sending a glare toward Matt. All the while, trying not to laugh at the whole situation.

“No Momma, fights are good! When you stick a friend! Right Daddy?”

“Stick up for a friend buddy, but yes you’re right.” Matthew chuckles, patting Caleb’s head and sending you a wink.

“Well sticking up for someone or not mister, that’s five minutes for fighting! Off to the box!” Picking Caleb up, you set him on his feet facing the open penalty box. He begins shuffling his feet, slowly making his way towards the box giggling the whole way.

Matthew skates up behind you and wraps his arms around you, resting his chin atop your head. “The kid can barely skate and you taught him to fight, seriously Matthew?” You scold.

“He can skate perfectly fine, and besides he will need to know how to stick up for his siblings soon enough.”

“Oh bold of you to assume we will be having another after the little stunt you pulled today Tkachuk. As if you need another little pest in training.” You smirk, turning your head so you can look up at him.

“Something tells me the next one will be more of rule follower like their Momma.” He smirks back, dimples on full display. Matthew presses a kiss to your lips that ends up being much more intimate than you’d like for it to be given the fact you’re currently standing in the middle of the rink. What can you do though, this man just knows how to drive you crazy in all the best ways.

“Is five over now?” Caleb’s voice snaps your attention back to where he is, sitting on the floor of the penalty box. It’s been about 30 seconds since he actually made it to the penalty box, but he’s too cute to make him wait.

“Sure is buddy! What do you say, should we go get some hot chocolate?” Caleb nods enthusiastically as Matt picks him up and the three of you head toward the canteen. “He’s your son.” You wink up at Matt.

You love your perfect little family. Your boys. Matthew’s words stuck with you though. Maybe it is time to start considering giving Caleb a sibling.

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The End

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Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: None Really, Some Bratty Sub Dynamics, Taehyung is a Loveable Dick

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything for you, sweetheart." Taehyung is quick to reply, as you skate several fluid loops around him, before coming to a spin stop in front of him, ice chips from your sharp blades dotting the bottom of his sweatpants.

You cock your head as you stare at him, making it look like you're really considering asking him a real question, and then you snipe out, "Have you always been this annoying? Or did I simply never notice because I spent so much time as a kid beating you at competitions?"

He has the audacity to smirk at your question, which has your insides doing a weird dance between annoyance and butterflies.

It's his turn to loop you a few times, skates scraping the ice, before he comes back around to face you, holding his hands out to you as he skates backward away from you, that annoying smirk still firmly in place on his face. "I dunno. I've never actually considered my charm to be annoying. So I'd say it's a you problem."

You roll your eyes and he laughs, picking up speed to loop around the ice rink as he calls out over the empty surface, "C'mon. Are we gonna talk or are we gonna practice the routine again?" He comes to a slashing stop in front of where you still stand, and it's your turn to get showered in ice chips. "I mean, if you wanna still beat people at competitions that is."

You exit the rink so you're standing on the opposite side of the safety wall from him, arms crossed over your chest as you try your best to glare at him.

Don't think about how his hoodie is starting to cling to the sweaty skin beneath, or the way his caramel eyes shadow over and look deeper beneath the floppy curls that have escaped the ponytail at the back of his head.

Oh god, no, don't think about any of that.

"I don't want to practice if it's with you." You snap back, watching him carefully to see how he'll react.

He takes a few short glides until the toes of his skates kiss the safety wall in front of you, and leaning toward you, fingers splayed, he grins and supplies casually, breath frosting in the cold air, "I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I'm your partner for this thing. So you have to practice with me."

You huff out an annoyed sigh which turns to crystals in the cold air between the two of you.

"I can't stand you."

He shrugs, and pushes away from the wall, pointing to the benches behind you where your duffle bags and gear sit strewn across the floor. "Then sit down."

You roll your eyes so hard you're sure you can see the inside of your head, and step back out onto the ice.

Maybe if you can manage to ignore him for the rest of practice, you won't have to think about seeing him again tomorrow.

Or the next day.

Or the days after that.

Dammit.

****

When you stomp into the rink a few days later, Taehyung is already on the ice waiting for you, skating warm up loops, looking completely and utterly at ease.

And you feel like you're going to burst into flames.

You step onto the ice in your tennis shoes, throwing your duffle bag to the side, hands on your hips, as you yell out, "I cannot believe you, Kim Taehyung!"

He glances over his shoulder to where you stand, all anger and frustration, and skates another loop, not even bothering to approach you.

"What are you talking about?" He asks casually, cheerfully, as if you're not about to end his life right here and now with a well placed skate to the jugular.

You sputter over your next words, so infuriated by his attitude that you can't think.

God, he just makes you want to shove him against a wall and tangle your fingers in his hair and-

"Did you just tell the person I was going to go out with that we're dating?" You settle for the only thing that comes to mind, anything to stop the way your previous train of thoughts was headed.

He comes to a stop in front of you, eyes innocent beneath dark curls, full lips parted. You can see the way his breaths have shortened-only slightly-with the warmup, the taut muscles of his chest stretching the hoodie he's wearing.

"I don't think you need any distractions." He supplies, tilting his head as he stares at you, white teeth coming out on display as he grins suddenly. "If you want to win, you know. And besides." He skates away again, leaving you stuck to the spot with fury. "We practically are dating aren't we? You spend every single day with me."

"That's not dating!" You screech out, wanting to strangle him, yet not daring to cross the ice to him on just sneakers. You reach out your hands and make claws, as if you can feel his throat beneath your fingers as you squeeze. "It's necessity!"

Taehyung laughs, and skates another loop. "Call it what you want, sweetheart, but you can't deny that I get most-if not all-of your time."

You stare him down, and he does another pass, before coming to a stop before you once more, several feet across the rink. He eyes you up and down, and a slight smirk crosses his stupidly handsome features at the sight of your sneakers. "You should get your skates on. It's time for our daily practice date."

Suddenly, something inside of you wants to challenge him, to call his bluff.

"Make me."

Taehyung's eyes widen at your unexpected words, but you don't miss the way they darken almost instantly, the dangerous tint that suddenly takes over the albeit innocent smirk from before.

He skates a step toward you.

"Make you?" He repeats, and the way his lips form the words has you suddenly regretting your decision.

You hold your ground and nod. "Yeah. If you're so sure we're dating, go ahead. Make me do it."

Taehyung skates toward you again, and you take a step back, because even with all your fake bravado, the look in his eyes is making you feel a little afraid, and more than a little excited.

Unfortunately, Taehyung is right, because as you step back from him, the worn out sole of your sneaker slips on the ice and you go crashing down onto your back in a flail of limbs and altogether ungraceful movements.

It takes you a second to realize that the shadow looming over you is Taehyung, on his hands and knees above you, a suddenly serious and worried look on his face.

"Are you okay?" He asks, slightly breathless, as if he had tried to make it in time to stop your fall.

"Yeah, I think so." You nod, and suddenly, all you can focus on is the butterflies in your stomach at how close he is, the worried look in your eye, all for you.

Taehyung was worried about you.

A bit of brattiness creeps into your expression, and Taehyung must notice, because suddenly his lips are tightening into a line, as you ask smugly, "Were you worried about me?"

"Please." He huffs, rolling his eyes, hands not moving from either side of your head, and you realize, with his knees on either side of your hips, that he is dangerously close to you.

Your gaze drifts down to his lips unbidden, and you watch as his eyes follow yours, tongue darting out to wet the outline of his mouth in an all too tantalizing motion.

When he speaks again, his tone is different, husky, leaving things unsaid. "If I take back that we're dating, will you please just put your skates on?"

"I'll put them on." You agree, fingers twitching at your side, aching to tangle in the lengths of his dark hair, now falling loose over his forehead and out of his ponytail.

"Good girl." He praises, and there's something in the way he says it that elicits a response from you, that has your stomach knotting in the most pleasant way.

"However." You hum, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear in a bold move. You don't miss the way his pupils dilate at your touch. "You don't have to take back that we're dating." The surprise that flashes across his face has you grinning. "I'd really like to explore that idea a little more. After we win of course."

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norimiya · 2 years

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Practice Makes Perfect

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Reki Kyan x Gn Reader

warnings: hospital mention and minor death joke. 734 words.

Loverboy! Chapter 6

Leaning on the rail you watch Reki and Langa discuss the race from last night, picking at your nails while you wait for them to finish. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, feeling immediate dread when Kojiro’s contact pops up.

“Hello?” You ask, holding the phone up to your ear as you glance at the two boys. “Kojiro?”

Silence fills his end of the line as he lets out a breath. “Hey, Y/n.” Is all he says after a moment, nervous coughs sounding every so often. “Um, Kaoru said you wanted to talk? Or something?”

You nod, although he couldn't see you, lifting your hand to your lips. “Yeah, yeah I wanted to talk to both of you, in person actually. I think it’d be good, uh, better than talking on the phone even though it’d be easier to just do that.”

“Oh, oh okay. Do you want to come by the restaurant then? You, me, and Kaoru can have dinner after hours.” He suggests.

“Yeah! Yeah okay, that sounds good. I’ll see you then, okay?”

“Mhm, Bye.”

You wait for the line to click before pocketing your phone, letting out a sigh before you walk back to the stairs– only to see Reki send Langa speeding down the hill with an unenthusiastic push. Reki jumps with excitement when Langa makes a perfect turn, his smile quickly fading when he doesn't stop.

“Langa, Langa look out!” He shouted, holding his head in his hands.

You took out your phone, taking a glimpse at the time. “Langa Hasegawa. Time of death, eleven thirty-five am.”

Your joke earned you a punch on the arm from both of them.

Now sitting on the ledge beside the bike racks behind the school, you watch Reki instruct Langa how to properly stand on the board, an amused smile crossing your face when Reki offers his hand.

“You got scared,” Reki said, stepping towards the board. “The second you put your second foot on, your center of gravity shifted.”

“You two make it look so easy.” Langa sighed, tossing his head back.

“Practice makes perfect.” You said, swinging one of your legs.

Reki turned to you, “Speaking of, since you took such a long break, you’d have to start practicing the basics again.”

“I can manage.”

He raised a brow, “You fell last time.”

“And you caught me.” You retaliated, leaning back on your hands. “I’ll be okay.”

He gives you one final look before he goes back to teaching langa.

Laying on the grass, you let out a huff when a stray cat steps on your stomach, nudging its head against your neck. Your hand reaches for it, scratching and petting its fur lightly.

“Having fun?” You (and the cat) look up at the voice, a soft smile setting on your face when Reki looks at you with a grin.

“Lots,” you reply, sitting up and picking the cat from your lap. “How’s practice going?”

He sits beside you, humming as your eyes trained on Langa’s (struggling) figure. “It’s going,” he chuckled. “I'm confident that he’ll get the hang of things, he just needs to get over the fear of falling first.” He nudges your shoulder with his, looking at you. “What about your practice? I didn’t miss all the bandages on your palms.”

You flip your hands over, multitudes of different-sized cartoon bandaids on your skin. “Abuela did this.” you laughed, “I scuffed my hands after bailing and she went awol, really I haven’t seen her react that bad since the accident.”

His eyebrows furrow, “The accident?”

You nod, “the reason I stopped skating was bad— I had to be hospitalized.” You mutter, rubbing your neck. “I said I stopped after shadow burned my board and that was it but you know, the reason I lost.” You shake your head, waving your hand in dismissal. “It was just a mishap in the factory, that’s it.”

You let out a yelp when his arms fly around you, breath stuttering when his body trapped yours between the grass.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He squeaks out, tucking his head into your neck. “I’m really glad.”

A hand reached to curl into his hair, the other resting on his waist. “Thank you, Reki.”

The feeling in your stomach isn’t unfamiliar now, though the heat and tingle you feel on your cheeks, and the rampant beating of your heart is something new.

A/n: next chapter will be a filler, the dinner with Kaoru and Kojiro!

Thank you for being patient with me <3

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eskaluminous · 3 years

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Heat Wave || Iwaizumi Hajime

Iwaizumi helps you cool down during a heat wave in the bar.

Words: 1.6k

NSFW⚠︎︎

Summer had come to California, the sun beating down on Irvine, heating the city to uncomfortable temperatures. Infrequent rains did little to cool the cramped, confined spaces between buildings, moisture turning to steam as it hit hot pavement, making the air muggy and humid.

In the bar, ceiling fans turned continually in every room, shifting the still, heavy air as much as possible.

It wasn't enough.

Giving up on sleep, you padded down to the bar in just your bra and panties. Iwaizumi was the only one home, and should he happen to get an eyeful, it wouldn't be anything he hadn't already seen and was eager to see again.

Glass of ice water in hand, you hoisted yourself up to sit on the granite bar while you drank. Bliss was chill stone beneath your thighs, cold liquid down your throat, and a frosty glass to run gently over your cheeks and forehead. After long moments you set the glass aside, gathered your hair away from your neck, and lay back to press overheated flesh to wonderfully cool granite from nape to knee. It was wonderful. You let yourself go boneless, and almost moaned at the sense of relief.

You were still there, legs dangling off the end of the bar, when Iwaizumi came in search of a drink half an hour later. His quiet footsteps faltered a bit when he saw you, but his voice was as composed as ever when he spoke. "Y/N? What are you doing?"

"Wondering if a ton of ice cubes or water could be used to cool the bar down again." You had been wondering that for a while.

He huffed a small laugh in response, and you watched him through your lashes as he reached above the counter for a glass. Brown hair were messier than usual in some places. Like you, he was stripped down in deference to the heat, wearing nothing but a thin pair of shorts. Muscles in his chest, thighs, and calves were clearly delineated in the dim light filtering through the blinds, and as always, you felt your pulse speed up and your toes tingle at the sight.

Closing your eyes, you listened to the chink of ice against glass, the sound of the faucet and the trickle of running water. "You couldn't sleep either?" you asked as he fixed himself a drink.

"I was sleeping fine. I woke when you came down here." And had remained awake, listening, worried and curious about why you were up and wandering the house.

"I hate you." The words were pouty, without any heat, and he chuckled again. You were not amused. "It's too hot to sleep!"

He made a sympathetic sound, then completely negated the effect by dropping an ice cube on your belly. "Maybe this will help."

"Hajime!" Eyes flying open, you rose up on one elbow in protest, but his hand stopped you, pressing you back down flat. Fingers light and barely there, he sent the cube skating across your stomach, drawing figure eights and random patterns, and – if you weren’t mistaken – a heart. You giggled at the thought, even as you relaxed under his ministrations. It did feel nice.

When the first cube melted, he pressed a fresh one into your hand, and you took over where he left off, dragging it across the curves of your breasts, the sharp jut of your collarbone. Your eyes had long since fallen shut when you felt him move away, and heard the scrape of a barstool across the floor. Eyelashes fluttering open, you found him perched comfortably on said chair, having shifted it to the end of the bar between your legs.

"What are you doing?" The question sounded breathy to your own ears.

He smiled, just the corner of his mouth turning up, and took a long drink from the glass in his hand. "Watching you."

You moaned, all the arousal you’d been studiously ignoring from the moment he touched you surging forward to demand attention. Tilting your head back, knowing it was teasing, you ran the ice cube along your throat even as you protested, "It's too hot for that, too!"

Palms, cool from the glass he'd been holding, curled around your ankles. "Are you sure?" His breath was light and tinged with chill as well, brushing your knee as he spoke. "Don't you want me to help you fall asleep?"

Slim hips arched of their own accord, and he took that for his answer. Fingers skimmed up your legs to curl around your panties, eased the scrap of fabric down until you could kick your feet free. Arching your back, you let him unfasten your bra next, then removed the garment yourself as he stepped away, moving behind the bar. "Close your eyes," he instructed, when your lips parted to ask what he was doing. Obedient and trusting you did, reclining naked as you waited. The sound of the freezer door opening, and the crack of plastic, told you he was getting more ice, and you shivered a bit in anticipation.

He didn't make you wait long.

The rim of a wooden bowl – the kind you used to serve peanuts – brushed your side as he placed it on the bar. The spill of water over ice let you know he was drinking, followed by the click of glass on granite as he set it aside. Then he was kissing you, lips cool and moist against your own, tongue unusually chill as it thrust inside to stroke yours. Your fingers raised to keep him close, and he obliged until the heat of your mouth warmed his. Again he drank, even as you heard his fingers dip into the bowl.

Dragging the ice over your skin in long, smooth strokes, he started at the well of your throat, giving you time to adjust to the near-shocking cold before teasing the more sensitive skin of your breasts. Down the valley between them, then up around the outer curves, spiraling inward to circle around your nipple. Rosy flesh tightened insistently, pointed and aching, and his drink-cooled tongue swirled around it, lapping up the melt the ice had left behind. He repeated the procedure on the other side, then closed lips and tongue around both your nipple and the sliver of ice that remained, sucking carefully, confusing your body with a mix of tingling cold and vibrant warmth. The only constants were pleasure and need, and you tangled your fingers in his hair, moaning his name, asking for more.

The next piece of ice he playfully chased with his tongue, nudging it down over your ribs and flat tummy to nestle in your navel, where he licked at it like an ice-cream cone. Long minutes later, when only cold skin lay beneath the caress of his mouth, he raised his head, hands stroking over your thighs to still their restless movement. Hooking an ankle around the barstool behind him, he pulled it closer and sat, shoulders between your knees, and your feet brushing his thighs. Then he reached for his glass, and drained it.

Eyes sleepy and dark with hunger and want, you watched, following the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed. Iwaizumi’s smile, small as it was, was wicked with promise as he set the tumbler aside, and brushed icy fingers, still damp from their latest searching foray in the bowl beside you, over the hot and swollen petals of your sex. You arched mindlessly into the too-cool touch, gasped as something frigid and long, cylindrical and delicate slipped inside you. Bottle ice, you recognized distantly, before his tongue stroked firmly between your folds, the tip nudging the ice deeper and stealing all thought.

Iwaizumi moaned and you shivered, both from the cold and the vibrations against you. Slender fingers dug into his shoulders, tugged hungrily at his hair as you hips circled minutely, trapped between cool stone and hot man. The blade of his nose slid against you clit, teasing, as he lapped at the mixture of melt and arousal between your thighs. When his tongue warmed and the ice was nearly gone, he searched in the bowl again, fingers returning to ease inside you, wonderfully chill. His mouth searched higher, cool again from yet more ice, and his bottom lip brushed lightly against your swollen bud.

The hottest thing in the room were his eyes, glowing knowingly as youcried out for more.

Arms boneless, your hands slid from his shoulders to clench around the edge of the bar, his glass and the wooden bowl both tumbling to the floor with your movement. Ignoring the noise, you arched, shoulders pressing hard into the granite beneath you, head back. Iwaizumi shifted a bit, thighs pressing up under your feet to give you more purchase, and it was impossibly perfect. You moaned and writhed and begged under the caress of his tongue, the slick, smooth, glancing strokes of the ice melting in his mouth. Inside you, fingers curled, beckoning you to come; and you did, mouth open but silent, throat tight.

When it was all over except the lingering shivers, he pulled your slack form from the bar and carried you upstairs. Your sheets were smooth and slightly warm against cool damp skin, mind and body content and drowsy. Still, you protested when he made to leave, was answered by another of his soft, almost soundless laughs.

"Tomorrow. I can wait." His knuckles brushed your cheek as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Get some sleep."

You smiled, and snuggled into your pillow as your bedroom door closed behind him. Sleep.

You suspected you were going to need it.

Idk but I like bars…

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vierschanzentournee · 2 years

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WINTER SPORTS SECRET SANTA 2021

‘Tis the season - snow is falling (I mean, not where I am, but it definitely is somewhere), children are writing their Christmas lists (and so am I, dammit), and most importantly of all, winter sports are back! I’ve taken over from the lovely @whereisyourpippinnow in organising a Secret Santa, and this year it’s not only for the ski jumping family but for all winter sports fans.

Which sports are included?

This Secret Santa covers:

Ski jumping

Nordic combined

Biathlon

Cross-country skiing

Alpine skiing

Freestyle skiing

Snowboarding

Essentially, all the FIS sports + biathlon! It does not include other winter sports such as luge, speed skating, or curling (they just felt like rogue choices without significant fandoms, but if you’re very angry about this then feel free to message me and I could add them), as well as figure skating and ice hockey (which have the opposite problem - they’re just too popular!)

What can I create and receive?

As part of this Secret Santa, you’ll make a gift for an assigned person, and in turn you’ll receive something lovely from someone else! There are a few options for things which you can make or receive - there are a few guidelines for each option in order to make sure that everyone receives a gift equivalent to the gift they gave.

Gifs (at least one set of at least six gifs - you’re more than welcome to create more, but that’s the minimum)

A fanvideo or fanmix (a fanvideo should be at least 4-ish minutes long, and a fanmix should consist of at least 10 songs)

Fanfiction (at least 500 words of writing - this can be across multiple shorter pieces or one longer one)

Fanart (at least one piece of 540px x 810px or comparable dimensions)

Edits such as icons or wallpapers (at least 9 icons or 3 wallpapers, or a comparable number for other kinds of edit)

What are the key dates?

The timeline for the Secret Santa is as follows:

Sunday December 4th: sign-ups open

Tuesday December 7th: sign-ups close

Wednesday December 8th: assignments sent out

Friday December 24th: gifts are posted!

What else should I know?

If you realise that you will be unable to fulfil your assignment in time, you must message me as soon as possible - I will organise a gift for your Secret Santa

Please tag your creations as #wsss2021 so that I can reblog them!

You are strongly encouraged, although not required, to send nice messages anonymously to your Secret Santa in the run-up to the 24th

You’re able to specify some favourite athletes or teams for each sport; you’re also able to specify anything you do not want to receive or create

If you need to ask your Secret Santa questions, or if there are issues such as them not having anon on, send me a message and I will contact them for you

If you have any other questions or concerns, you’re welcome to message me or send me an ask (my anon will always be on!)

How do I sign up?

Fill out this form by Tuesday December 7th!

#ski jumping #biathlon #nordic combined #xc skiing #alpine skiing #freestyle skiing #snowboarding #winter sports #wsss2021

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kj-1130 · 3 years

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Skating

Main Masterlist

December 23rd

It was another uneventful day at the apartment. You and your sisters were on the couch watching corny movies. Suddenly an idea popped into your head and you gasped. Kara and Alex both looked at you like you were crazy, waiting for you to share your idea.

“Let’s go skating!”

After much convincing, guilt tripping, the three of you made your way to the skating rink. You put on your skates and didn’t bother to wait for your sisters to get theirs on. You immediately made your way to the floor and held onto the railing considering you had never skated before. Or at least not that you could remember.

By the time you made it about halfway across the edge of the rink, Kara and Alex had caught up and started to give you some tips on how to properly skate. After about ten minutes, you started getting the hang of it and zoomed past Kara.

Alex started laughing at the gob smacked look Kara had before she as well took off and began chasing you. Eventually, the three of you started a race that Kara won. You honestly felt that she was cheating by subtly using her super speed, but you didn’t want to be a sore loser. Plus, it was all in good fun.

A limbo contest had started and you and Kara quickly made your way over and you may have cut in front of three, four-year-olds. You ended up beating all of them.

After skating for at least an hour, you decided to go to the restaurants and grab some lunch. You got some nachos and an icee which you had never tried before. The first sip was magical and you hurriedly slurped it down. When you finished it, you were on a sugar high. Your actions and speech were very rushed and you were itching to get back in the rink. You decided not to wait any longer and ditched your sisters to get back on the floor. By the time Alex and Kara finished their lunch, they found you curled up on the floor next to a bench. You crashed, and you crashed hard. They had to carry you back to the car and into the apartment.

#supergirl #supergirl imagine #supergirl x reader #superfriends #superfriends x reader #kara danvers #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers x baby danvers #alex danvers #alex danvers x reader #alex danvers x baby danvers #december series #winter series #skating

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parker-bucky · 4 years

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Snowflakes

(Spencer Reid x female!reader)

Summary: Spencer has never gone ice skating before so you take him out for his first skate

Warnings: none, just some fluff

Word count: 534

A/N: hey everyone !! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so I’d love to hear what you think of it. I know it’s short guys don’t come for me, gif credits to @toyboxboy

“Y/N, you know I can’t skate.” Spencer huffs, leaning against his desk. You had been begging Spencer to come skate with you. The first storm of the winter has just passed, the lakes frozen over in an icy chill.

“Then let me teach you.” You rest your hand on his shoulder. He grabs it and squeezes lightly. “I’ll be with you the whole time Spence, I’ll even buy your skates.” He smiles, his hair falling around his face.

“Alright Y/N, I’ll come.” You raise yourself on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek, a grin forming on your face. “I’ll pick you up tonight at 6?” You nod, waving goodbye as you exit the bullpen.

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Spencer pulls up to the small park, eyeing the frozen lake as snowflakes slowly fall from the clouds. You and Spencer get out of the car, bundled in warm clothes. Ice skates in hand, you walk down the small hill and sit on the bench next to the lakeside. Leaning down and taking your boots off, you slip on your skates.

You watch spencer lean down, forehead creased in frustration. Laughing, you crouch down and tie his laces. “Stand up slowly.” He stands, wobbling on the blades. Smiling, you guide him onto the ice.

“It’s simple Spence. You just push your feet forward. One after the other.” You let go of his hand and take a quick lap around the lake, smiling as the small flakes melt on your nose. He watches in awe as you twirl on the ice.

“There’s no way in hell I can do that.” You stop in front of him and hold out your hand.

“Won’t know until you try.” Grabbing your hand, he timidly pushes his feet forward. You move ahead, guiding him across the lake. He stumbles and gasps, catching himself on the ice. “You’ll get it, it’s okay,” sending him an encouraging look.

After a couple of minutes he lets go of your hand, sliding forward on the glossy lake. “There you go Spence, there you go!” He looks back and smiles, his eyes sparking in the sunlight.

He turns and starts a fast pace across the lake. He speeds up, laughing as his hair flows behind him. As you watch, you notice that he’s getting closer to you- and not stopping. “Y/N, I cant stop, Y/N!” He crashes into you, pushing you to the ground with an “oomph!”

You groan, his body smooshing you into the ice. “Oh god, baby are you okay?” He grabs your face, moving your head go face him.

“I’m okay Spence, it’s okay.” You watch his shoulders relax. Reaching for his rosy cheeks, you pull him down for a kiss. His lips softly touch yours, warmth spreading through your body. As he leans away, you watch as snowflakes land in his curls. He pulls you up into his arms, a small smile on his face. You rest your head on his chest, sighing in content.

“I love you angel, you know that right?” He mumbles into your hair, grasping your hips lightly.

“Of course I do Spence,” Gazing over his shoulder, you spot the last of the sunset setting in the west. “Of course I do.”

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #criminal minds #fluff #spencer reid fluff #ice skating #pretty boy #criminal minds fanfiction

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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In My Mind x 05

Firm foundations and sturdy hands

still crumble under tyranny

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"Where exactly are you taking me," you slur through toothpaste, spitting it in the sink before rinsing. It's still early, 8:45, but he's fast, putting on clothes in his room while you take the bathroom.

"Well you need clothes, I ain't forget."

"And hair products, a curling iron, satin cap, my own body wash," you add using his mouthwash. It's good he has extras of the basics. The bathroom door is cracked so he can walk in and hand you a stick of deodorant which you jam under your arms and set in an empty drawer with your toothbrush for your own. "Okay, v-neck come through."

Full business casual, he comes up beside you in the mirror brushing his shaved sides down and you walk out to put your shoes back on, wearing the same clothes from yesterday.

The way out of the building is just as smooth as the way in. You take a staircase to a display where his glossy burgundy BMW sits with tinted windows and custom tags.. his trophy.. and then you get in. He presses a button and you sink through tinted glass looking out at the view until you reach ground and the wall goes up behind you allowing him to back out onto pavement.

"I'll never get over that," you mumble looking through the side mirror to watch the opening shut. His own private entrance. A 'sky garage' he called it.

"Nia.."

"Hm.."

"What do you think about Black Wall Street?" He's driving somewhat normal now, only six miles over the speed limit and you haven't felt like you were going to fall through the door yet which is a plus.

"Black business, black mecca."

"It's been the pinnacle of black successful business. If you look at Tulsa, Jackson Ward, Durham.. We were at the height of self-sufficiency. We had bankers, builders, mechanics, electricians, cooks, shoemakers, tailors.... hairstylists. Anything you needed, you'd get from your own people and it worked! We were putting money in each other's pockets and building wealth with each other, taking pride in our blackness instead of tryna be the third white race... you know Asians are the second."

"I was with you until that last one."

"Nia, you know what happened to all them cities?"

"They were destroyed."

"By who? Did we destroy ourselves?"

"Boy. Who are you, Dr. Umar?"

"That's what you think?"

You touch the small black, red, and green beaded necklace with the wooden brown carved Africa pendent sitting in his cupholder.

"Umar Johnson is an ignorant misogynist who uses his platform to spread false information while robbing his followers. That's what you think of me?"

You blink. "No, I only meant the superwoke part."

"Unlike him, I have a Ph.D and I don't think AIDS came from gay black men, but it was intended to decimate the black population."

"I get it, don't compare you," you mutter watching the Oakland city views through your tinted window. People are out, strutting and power-walking on sidewalks and jogging across streets to work.

"Who destroyed our black wall streets?"

"White people," you sigh giving him what he wants.

"Never forget that the US National Guard united with White Nationalists in 1921 to bomb and shoot up the Greenwood District of Tulsa. They destroyed 35 blocks of self-sufficient black business, murdering an estimated 200 people and injuring more. This is what happens when you and I pull ourselves up by our bootstraps in this country. Jackson Ward? Socio-economic assault. They built a highway right through it and put their own businesses around it to undercut our efforts. They chased us out and sent us to housing projects then filled them with drugs. You see where I'm going with this?"

"I think I'm starting to."

"Nia, you've seen my dreams, you've seen where I've been. I've stood on both sides and seen firsthand how easy it is to infiltrate and decimate an entire city, a region even with the right intelligence and firepower. Hell, I've even pulled the trigger and I'm not proud, but it was a necessary evil for me to see that it doesn't matter how strong you build or how pure your intentions are. When a government decides that you've surpassed the ceiling of poverty they've designed specifically for you they'll wipe out a generation, drug you up, and restart you from zero. Do you understand how deep this goes?"

You finger the beaded necklace in your lap. Of course you understand everything he's saying, but what he's expecting from you is a different story and you won't agree to anything prematurely.

"Where's the end," you ask. How will he know when he's accomplished this great mission he's been on for most of his life? It's all he breathes. Will he even survive without the fight as his purpose? Keeping your silence, you watch his profile as he turns left.

"Africa. Africa was the start and it'll be the end, but in the meantime we need to provide legal and physical protection here, major city by city. We need safe houses, secured and armed.. built to withstand the force of a nuclear weapon."

"How will you manage that?"

"How long will it take is the question." Pulling up to a building standing among other buildings, this one is as big as a high school with lettering across the front reading Wakandan International Outreach Center. Temporarily, you put the fact that you're supposed to be shopping to the back of your mind. You've heard of this place on the news, but somehow you didn't put this together. He parks in front of some well manicured bushes in a space marked for the CEO.

"You're the CEO?" You look around at the cars in the lot, the WIOC bus, and to the people walking inside.

"You ain't know? Ms. See Everything?"

"If I saw everything, I'd have figured this thing out between us. Don't ya think?"

He steps out and adjusts his tie. He's got the grey v-neck sweater vest, the white collared shirt underneath. The navy chinos.. and the navy oxfords.

Getting out, you spin showing off the same outfit you've been wearing and his brows raise subtly as you walk in beside him. Immediately he's rushed with greetings from the three people at the front desk, two guys and a girl, all wearing black WIOC shirts with blue and purple lettering that reminds you of a 90s paper cup pattern. Very stylish and retro.

The girl with the baby face and two long feed-in braids, is reaching out, grabbing your hand to stamp with some sort of mallet which he gently blocks with two fingers on her wrist before it makes contact.

"Shakila, this is an affiliate," he stares. The girl straightens, backing up meekly and the guy to her right.. the one with a rougher feel and a troublesome glint in his eye can't be over 21, you guess. He rolls out from behind the desk and you see he's wearing all black roller skates with orange and green swirled wheels. They look custom.

"72 people in the building, boss, counting you two. Ghost and Slim out patrolling, say we gotta bluebird.. 5-0 campin at Fuller's they up to something but they been quiet..up there since about 8:15 this morning."

"Keep watching. Let me know if anything changes."

"Yezzir." He rolls off down the hall and makes a right, disappearing.

"Donnie, how you doin," Erik asks the man who's been reading a magazine, chillin. He's bald, light skin, and looks over 40. He's also as big as Erik! His muscles make his t-shirt took like a muscle shirt, it's tight, but it seems more of a personal style choice than an issue of not being able to get a bigger shirt.

Erik taps the desk before continuing down a short hall that splits into three and you walk alongside him, making a left when he makes a left and passing two young boys in the hall.

"An affiliate?"

"They thought I was bringing you in for assistance," he clarifies and your face scrunches. "But you and your salon might be interested in becoming affiliates after I give you the tour."

"Really? Wow.." This thing with him just keeps getting stranger.

"This is the women's dorm," he stops in front of a large expanded room, a space filled with about.. "Twenty beds, ten bunk beds. Forty women can sleep here with their kids. They call and we hold the spot or they show up and take it. That's all the beds we could fit in there but I'm thinking of expanding. The men's dorm is on the other side of the building. Don't worry, we have security. No incidents yet. Further down," he leads and you follow him down the clean tile hall. He takes you into another opening that says locker room.

"It's like a YMCA in here." You turn looking all through at the rows of lockers with actual locks, the showers, four toilet stalls, four sinks.

"There are 60 lockers, eight showers, eight stalls, eight sinks, two washers, and two dryers."

"Y'all water bill high." Looking back to him, he smiles and nods for you to head out into the hall again as you follow him. "This place is nice, if I didn't have my apartment, I'd try to stay someplace like this."

"It's our safe place for homeless kids and families or just people who need a place to be without having to look over their shoulder, wondering where their meal coming from or who's after them."

Pausing, you look around and Erik stops. This place is beautiful. He's even got the babies' art hanging on the walls making the place warmer.

"You good?"

"Yeah.. You know, I'd actually love to be affiliated with this place. I wanna donate. How do I do that?"

"I'm glad you asked, Nia. Keep walking with me. Let me show you the rest," he smirks, speeding up as he unlocks a door with his handprint that lights up blue.

"What the hell," you mutter staring between him and the door.

"Staff only entrance. Extra measure to keep the women safe on this side, if you wanna leave or come in, there's one way and you gotta get through security, that way you're only back here if you're supposed to be.

"Makes sense."

Through the door is another hall that's perpendicular to the one you just left. You follow him left and come to a large open cafeteria full of people sitting at tables, eating. Men, women, small children, teens, all black for the most part. There is a sprinkle of darker skin that isn't black. A mother with three young kids and then an old man.

"How do you get away with only taking black people? Isn't that 'discrimination'," you ask with air quotes. Not that you take issue with it, you're just curious. He laughs.

"When the colonizers come we just tell them we don't have the space and if there's an issue we have Donnie escort them out. We don't get governmental assistance, we're not required to run how they think we should run. We screen everyone who comes through and take who we think will benefit from our programs.

"Wow, I'm with it," you smile following him to the food line.

"Gone 'head baby," the older woman in front of him waves for you both to go ahead. He puts his hand on her back and kisses her cheek and the line ahead happily parts like the red sea letting the both of you through with a quickness. They love him. They genuinely love him. They also all have stamps on their hand. One woman is trying to pull her stubborn toddler aside and out of the way, but Erik sweeps him up and sits the boy on his hip, winking at the woman before passing you a white dish and grabbing two more.

"What you want lil man," he asks as he goes through each option fixing two plates. One (sausage links, grits, eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, pancakes, fruit cup) for himself and one (sausage links, bacon, eggs, pancake, fruit cup) for the kid.

Choosing a table, you sit with your plate (some of everything because it looks good) and Erik follows, sitting across from you with the kid and the two plates.

"I'll get the drinks," you offer heading back to pick up two glasses of apple juice, making it to the table before returning for one more glass and three straws. You pass them out and take your seat, mouth watering and ready to eat.

"Bow your head and close your eyes, please." You lower yours and wait.

"I don't close my eyes." He lowers his head and you say the prayer as the toddler reaches into Erik's plate grabbing one of his sausages. Erik doesn't look up but he shakes his head with a slow smile and you try to keep from laughing as you finish saying grace.

"Amen," you snort picking up your fork.

"This why I keep my eyes open," he points to the kid, shaking his head in humor. He sets the boy in the seat and hands him a piece of his own sausage. Looking over, you see the mom approaching with her plate and an apologetic smile.

"Lord," she sighs. She's pretty though she looks tired. "I'm so sorry, he's a handful, I know."

"Not at all," Erik smiles. She sits next to her son and he automatically starts pulling on her, saying "mama, mom, mommy," just busy, so she pulls him onto her lap to keep him still. They're both cute and remind you of Lia and her son, Jackson.

"This is Chyna.. and Orion," he palms the boy's head playfully. "Chyna, this is Nia," he nods digging into his plate.

"Hi Nia," she smiles and you reach out to take her hand, asking how she is. She's great but ready to eat, she laughs and for a while you all just focus on eating.

"Mommy," Orion starts and you understand 40% of what he just said. His mom entertains him with hums of "Really? Oh wow," as she eats, feeding bacon into his hands.

"You here for a job," she asks looking up and it's an innocent question.

"I'm here on tour of the facility, just lookin-"

"Nia is an affiliate and potential shareholder. We're in discussion," he interrupts.

"Oh okay..," Chyna's eyes widen. "So you're getting a feel of the center. Let me tell you why this place is so important," she says all humor gone.

"Me and my son have been here for the past few nights.. a few nights before that.. and then maybe a week prior." She looks to Erik and he nods.

"His father, Rashaad," she continues, gesturing to her son, "He died last month and didn't leave a dime. I talked to his family and my family and they told me I could sign over his body and the state would cremate him," she pauses, still in shock from it. "...But I couldn't do that..." Tears leak from her eyes and you look around for a napkin. She swallows, her eyes turning pink, and takes a breath. "Then there was the rent.. We hadn't paid it for the month and our extension was running out," she sniffs. "Well I had a funeral to plan, I couldn't let the state take him."

Orion, feeling her sadness, rubs her face to try to make her feel better and she tries to pull herself together.

"So ah-" she wipes her nose. "I took a chance and contacted the Wakandan International Outreach Center and they not only paid for the burial and the coffin, they sent a representative to the funeral for words of encouragement and I'll never forget that," she sighs. Erik keeps his eyes down to his plate.

"See, his daddy.. was a hood," she continues, eyes dead on yours. You know what she's talking about. You don't have to grow up in Cali to have family in the streets. "He was shot out there in the streets in a driveby...," she sniffs. "And you know.. people like to talk a lotta shit, but even if he wasn't nothing to nobody else, he was someone to me. I loved him."

"We're working on getting Chyna a higher paying job to cover her rent," Erik interjects giving her time to wipe her face.

"Yeah, they paid the rent for the month and they're paying next month. I'm taking the class on building a resume now. I'm still working at Ross, I'm just trying to do everything I can.

"You're doing a lot," you offer and Erik gestures for you to stand to follow him out. "It was good to meet you and hear your experience," you smile shaking her hand.

"Thank you, and I'm glad you're trying to help. We need more people like him," she points to Erik.

"Shit, don't boost me," he smiles. It's something he's done a lot since he's been here and you've noticed that his smile is something that brings so much peace and a sense of safety to these people. Still, looking at him you can see deep down there's a spot in him that isn't touched. It's full of rage and intense sadness that his smile can't cover. If only the peace he provided to all these people would reach him.

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