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Prompt: "What if we're wrong?"
Fandom: Fnaf Security Breach, Accidently Undercover
Rating: G
Warnings: mild anxiety
You took a steadying breath and stepped off the elevator. The top floor was much different from the bustling floors you had just left behind. People were always coming and going from the lower lobbies and varying facilities this complex offered; however, up here the corridors spoke of refinement and only people who were meant to be here walked them.
You were not one of those people meant to be here.
Adjusting your portable vac pack on theatrically sagging shoulders you walked calmly forward. A small cleaning caddy full of various small job supplies swung gently in hand as you move.
A group of suits and blazers suddenly exited a door a ways ahead of you. Their speech spilling from the doorway echoed down the empty hall towards you. They were talking idly about where the best spot for lunch would be.
Nothing important to your purpose here.
You resisted the urge to speed up, maintaining your casual and tired demeanor as you passed each other in the pristine hallway.
They didn't give you a second glance entering the elevator and letting the door close behind them.
You continued your ambling walk stopping only when you reached your target destination. It was a large room set up specifically for board meetings. Producing a swipe card you'd found in the left drawer of an unattended security desk you breathe a silent sigh of relief when the door opens.
Outside of your current soundtrack, you are met with the welcome silence of an empty room.
Time to get cleaning.
You started up the industrial vaccum, turning up your music as you attended to the already immaculate carpet. While doing this, you stooped under the table, making sure to linger around the large meeting table. Fighting with imaginary tough spots, at one point you placed a small electronic mic on the underside of the table top next to the inner most side of one of the legs.
In about an hour this room was booked for an outwardly dry meeting about annuals and next years projections. That wasn't all that was being discussed, though.
There were discussions planned to go down at this meeting with persons in attendance that the agency had a particular interest in at this time.
You continued to clean the rest of the room putting on a show for any eyes that may be drawn to you by the sound.
Thankfully, you were left undisturbed.
Giving the table a wipe with a cloth and whatever cleaning solution you'd jacked from that one janitors' closet you collected you things and headed for the door.
Collision.
You staggered back as a shirt and tie ran headlong into you. Papers went flying and you tumbled backwards as papers fluttered to the floor.
You weren't much of a reader but the now half empty file folder in the other person's arms sported an all to commonly seen word.
CONFIDENTIAL
The shirt and tie was still standing in the doorway, a stunned expression on his face. You recognized this guy from your mission briefing.
A rookie that had been making a name for himself with the opposition.
You widened your eyes. Apologies tumbled from your lips, as you began gathering up the papers that had fallen around you.
As you fluttered about, back half turned and gathering papers your enemy agent seemed to come to his senses.
"Don't touch those!"
With all the startle of a humble cleaner in a tv drama you drop the papers to the floor and wheel about, apologies beginning once again.
The suit waves you off and clutching your cleaning caddy you make a speedy exit.
He would count the papers and find them accounted for. What he wouldn't find was the bug now carefully secured to his person. You really had to shake the hand of the lab tech who managed to make one so unobtrusive and easy to deploy.
It was genius.
The folks in Comms would likely have their hands full for the next few hours.
Ditching your caddy back in the closet you were out the doors and three blocks away before the meeting was due to begin.
A new message.
Your earbuds chimed and with a tap to the right, you had the little automated voice rattling off the text.
It was from DJ.
You had been surprised when he'd asked for your number. Sure you had stuck around after close for a few nights now but the novelty of having someone ask you about your day had yet to wear off. You hadn't had anyone that close since...
"Agent Reverb, do you copy?" With a quick tap of your earbuds you respond to the comms channel.
No Sunflower today. The tired voice on the other end made you smile though.
"Agent Reverb, checking in. Good afternoon, Agent Puck."
"Hey, did you find the board room?" Puck asked.
Her and Sunflower were the two agents you spoke to most. You were still warming up to the idea of socializing at work but the last encounter with Puck in the break room had gone well. You smile and nod, even though Puck couldn't see the gesture.
"Mission accomplished. Your intel was good, as always. I even bumped into the rookie. Left a little bug for him too."
"That's great! I have some new songs for you, by the way." Puck added.
"Oh?" Your stride stuttered and you made a show of pulling out your phone as you stepped to the side of the walkway, looking at it. "Thanks, I'll...I'll send you a few back."
When the call ended you didn't start walking again right away. Instead, staring at the blank phone screen. Your reflection looking back at you, conflicted.
First DJ, then Puck. It felt nice to be able to talk, to have a connection with people beyond professional obligations. This city was different. Maybe you could afford to make a few friends.
"What if we're wrong?" Your reflection asked, brow furrowed.
Then the screen lit up.
Puck had sent the songs and just below it was DJ's message inviting you out to tonight's gig.
You started up the first song and took a breath.
"Won't know unless we try, Revee."
#fictober23#accidently undercover fanwork#fnaf djmm#secret agents#agent reverb#agent puck#under the eaves and moving to beats#under the eaves
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Peter Quince: ... and so everyone according to his cue.
Puck: What, a play toward? I’ll be an auditor;
An actor too perhaps, if I see cause.
III[i] A Midsummer Night's Dream, Shakespeare c. 1595
#a midsummer night’s dream#shakespeare#absolutely the most bizarre shakespeare play & not due to faerie presence#puck the agent of chaos showing an unexpected tendency; something disturbing happens to demetrius; a play within a play within a play#and an odd bit of philosophy explaining (correctly) how dark imaginings can be part of the most inocuous exercise
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BoB guys and who behaves the best to worst at airports:
Web- grew up rich, knows how to travel; has pre-check
Lip- meticulous packer, does everything to minimize pre-flight stress
Dick- Acts like the airport is the most important mission of his life and he WILL be successful
Babe- doesnt want to make the tsa person mad so he learned to be quick
Grant- a sweetheart, will do anything he is told by the people that work there
Toye- a bit grumpy an fussed during an airport gaunt but ultimately can grit his teeth and get through it
Guarnere- is a little rude to the tsa agent but can get through it
Gene- god take a fucking valium and calm down. If you don't unclench they WILL think you have a bomb up your ass
Speirs- Without fail packs some type of weapon and without fail is asked to step out of line to go answer some questions
Luz- too many bags, too many security line trays. Either pack lighter or get pre-check
Nix- consistently gets blackout drunk at the wolfgang puck express and misses about 70% of his flights
Lieb, Tab- no fly list ass mfs
#band of brothers#Its making me giggle so much tho like they would be the worst versions of themselves#eugene roe#dick winters#babe heffron#ronald speirs#lewis nixon#this is a shitpost#george luz#joe toye#joe liebgott#david webster
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idk if your taking requests but I’m in desperate need of more modern AU Jace fics. Maybe if he was a cocky hockey player with his giant dick I need smut 🙏
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Hockey player!Jace, Actress!Reader, fake dating trope, my not sly commentary about parasocial fangirl behaviors and pressure on women in high profile industries, she has honkers and he has a horse cawk match made in heaven, Jacey is a little sweet babey always, real kittycat eating hours, teasing, pnv!sex, v!fingering, fast burn, lots of banter :)
Taglist: @arcielee @aemonds-holy-milk @targaryenbarbie @valeskafics @fallingintoyourlilaceyes @fairysluna @sugarpoppss2 @lovelykhaleesiii
The contracts were to be signed today. Jace was to be in a PR ‘relationship’ with this break-out actress. He was a star himself in the NHL, winning the Hart Memorial trophy for being the most valuable player his rookie year. He played centre, covering the ice and passing to his teammates to make a goal. He got a huge deal in the aftermath.
Suddenly his world was much more glamorous.
He wasn’t sure who sucked whose dick but he agreed to dating the starlet. He flew down from Toronto to the upscale management office in New York to meet the chick. He’d heard her name, couldn’t put a face to it, and certainly didn’t look her up. The brunette hoped she was a looker like his manager said.
He was pleasantly surprised, shaking her manicured hand. Jacaerys grinned as he introduced himself, poorly hiding his leering gaze on her tight little body. The actress was smoking hot. He wondered if she would be down to fool around. He had no desire for romance outside of planned sightings. He wasn’t much into that at the moment. Jace dated his high school sweetheart Rhaena until he’d gone big time.
She didn’t acclimate to fame and his constant absence. Jace understood why she broke it off. When they were seen— reporters interrupted. Pictures of fan girls crowding around him surfaced all the time. She deleted her socials due to harassment. He was saddened but figured it was a sign to let loose. So let loose he did.
Jacaerys had fucked plenty of puck bunnies, professional athletes, and the occasional hook-up with famous names by now. His brother called him cocky, and his mother snapped to not let the fame get to his head. He listened, truly, Jace loved his family and wanted to make them proud.
But honestly? When he was accomplishing everything he dreamed of and the money was flowing in, Jace couldn’t help but feel a bit over-confident. He knew he was talented, handsome, and a good fuck. He’d learned from a young age that his…dick…was different. In layman’s terms, he had a horse cock. By God, he was proud of that thing too.
They sat down in adjacent chairs, waiting for the agent to come to debrief them on the terms of the relationship. Jacaerys' brown eyes flicked over to her bored face, down to her busty chest, and back up. She scoffed “You haven’t seen my tits on the silver screen?”
He grinned, asking “I don’t get around to movies much. Care to enlighten me?”
Her lips turned into a frown, posture stiffening up. The actress shook her head, pulling out her phone to text rapidly. She was likely talking shit. Jace prodded, “What? Am I missing something? I’m playing hockey year round babe.”
“I literally am up for a Golden Globe for leading actress in a drama,” she grumbled, “Apparently you don’t read either.” She turned back to type on her phone again, lips settling into a pout. The athlete was a little taken aback by her attitude. He liked it. It appeared she was used to cinephile sycophants and co-stars trying to get a piece.
He hummed a laugh, spreading out in the wide chair. They waited, her nails clicking on the cell phone beginning to irritate Jacaerys. He absently asked "You like hockey? It's pretty fun to watch live."
"I don't really pay attention to sports, I act year round babe."
Jace's eyes widened in surprise. She was a spitfire under the glossy hair and now placid expression. He knew better than to irk her more, his mother taught him to respect women. The athlete was drawn in, he wanted a reaction, the attention whether it was negative or not. He smirked at her, leaning over, "Why did you pick me then? Don't like hockey, don't seem quite fond of me."
Her own lips curled a bit, the woman tucking a loose lock of hair behind a jeweled ear. She stated, "I got a list, you were single and cute. Word on the street was that you were a bit nicer than who I am sitting with now. Don't worry, it won't be too long, you'll be back to railing your way through Toronto soon." Her smile was thin, a blank look to her eyes.
Jace's chest fluttered a bit, guilt seeping into his mind. Before he could apologize the door opened. A man in a suit briskly walked in, setting down some papers. He eyed the pair to ask "Ready for the terms?" They both nodded, and Jace noticed her frown grow deeper. Damn. He felt like an asshole.
"Alright Jacaerys Velaryon, you'll be 'dating' my client for three months minimum. If you two hit it off, good job, enjoy your relationship. You two must be seen in public at least bi-weekly, my client will be at your games, and maintaining PDA is required. I'd recommend going out with your friends and playing the part. We'll sign an NDA and get this show on the road. Sound good?"
"Sure."
"Can't wait," she deadpanned.
They scribbled their names and exited the meeting. The actress ignored Jacaerys as she left, answering a phone call, pointedly looking away. He eventually cornered her up to exchange phone numbers. The pair had to exit the building at separate times so as not to draw attention.
Jace decided to read up on his faux girlfriend for the flight home. The actress was talented, the same age as him, and booked for the year. He decided to shoot her a text, damned lingering guilt eating at him. The hockey player was soft at heart, always had been. He could play the part of a cocky athlete but he truly hated confrontation, upsetting others, and general dickishness. That was for his uncles.
"Sorry about being a dick. Going to watch your movie tonight. Should I start with your small role in that sitcom?"
His dark eyes raptly watched the typing bubble. It disappeared, reappeared-- finally a response showed up. She had replied with an emoji rolling its eyes. "God, please don't, I look like a freak. The movie is much better. Then you can tell me about my tits. Apology accepted. See you next week in Toronto, make sure to clean the thongs outta your place."
Jace grinned, excitement coursing through his veins. He ended up making a big show picking her up from the airport. He grabbed the luggage and put it in his new sleek car. A couple of people had stopped her, even Jace for some autographs. The brunette made sure to hug the actress-- pulling her in for a searing kiss. His hand possessively splayed across her lower back, fingers grazing her pert ass.
He opened the door to let her in the car, cameras flashing now. Jace leaned in to whisper, "I have to admit, you have a beautiful body." She flushed and pecked his lips again, shooting him a smile. The hockey player climbed into the driver's side and off they went. He snuck a look and added, "I didn't really find any thongs but everything is pristine, Miss Golden Globe Nominee."
"Good, Mister Hart Trophy Winner."
Jace couldn't help but smile. He enjoyed her banter while they headed to his place. The woman was witty and playful, her icy facade melting as he listened to her. Jace carried her bags into the luxury apartment complex, while she had a roller bag. He teased, "You got boulders in here?"
"I'm staying for a bit, need to be prepared. You can run around in a tracksuit and no one bats an eye. If I look like a slob the tabloids are going to wonder if I'm a drunk or something. You won't believe the 'inside sources' I apparently have."
Jace frowned, scoffing, "That's bullshit. They put so much pressure on women in the industry."
She gazed at him, eyes softened as she thanked him in a reverent tone. Jace felt his cheeks heat up. He was beginning to wonder if he was having a moment of weakness or simply struck dumb by her looks and powerful presence. "At the least, I'm not a model."
Jacaerys snorted. He's had his fair share of models. He assumed they were all a bit nutty from the coke, not the horrid pressure from their nigh-impossible standards of beauty to uphold. "Good point," he conceded.
She stared around his loft, lips quirking up. The woman placed her bag down and strolled to the huge windows overlooking the city. Casting a glance back at Jacaerys she marveled, "It's gorgeous Jacaerys. Much prettier than LA." He smiled and replied, "Wait until you see it at night, I never get tired of the view."
Jace liked the way she said his full name. Maybe too much. He felt his cheeks begin to burn again. His animal hindbrain tittered "How would she sound moaning that?"
Awkwardness settled over the pair, her turning back to look out the window. Jace stated, "I'll put your things in the guest room, it's got a big bathroom and all."
"Thanks hun," she hummed. She followed along to place the luggage down, flopping onto the bed. Her big eyes followed Jace's form as she commented, "I highly doubt you decorated the place but it's nice. Very...Feng shui."
"Mom did all of that, I do try to keep it clean. I fear she'll appear and scold me. You could lick off the floor at my place growing up."
"Ha! I wish! I'm cluttered as all get out."
Jace gave her a faux glare, "Better keep it tidy, babe."
"Uh-huh, sure, what's on the docket for today? I want a tour and a cocktail to cap it off at dinner."
"You mean the club?"
Jace couldn't stop his cock from twitching when she smiled at him coquettishly, sparkling teeth gleaming as she purred "Of course stud, let's see what the rake of the Maple Leafs is putting down. I wanna see you dance!"
Oh. He was in quite deep. Jacaerys Velaryon might have developed an infatuation faster than he could pass a puck.
They held hands walking around Toronto, catching lunch as he showed her the sights. They rested on a bench in a park, Jace's arm slung around her shoulders, their heads close together as they spoke. The pair of them stared at her phone, giggling. The actress read off the Instagram post, "Starlet dating hockey star Jace Velaryon?"
"They're quick with it, for the love of god don't look at the comments."
Her pretty eyes rolled, "They call me an industry whore, nothing new, let me see this." Her red lacquered nail clicked on the comments. She guffawed, lips spreading into a smile. Jace raised a brow and looked over. He shook his head in annoyance-- how could 'fans' of his be so angry? Wouldn't they want him to be happy?
'Please, this won't last a second.'
'Pr relationship so obvious.'
'Jaceeeee whyyyyy she's such a bad actress.'
"A Golden Globe nominee is a bad actress? God, don't listen to that nonsense," he grumbled, tightening his arm around her shoulders. She shrugged and clicked on a fan page of her own. Jace seemed to settle at the more uplifting comments. He laughed out loud at one, 'Loveeee get it mother!' Jace outright guffawed at the second one, 'Be careful babes, don't get split by his infamous horse dick!!!'
"I like my fans better. I'll have to check out your fan cams at some point."
Jace rolled his eyes, helplessly grinning. His eyes flicked to a camera shuttering. Ah great, paparazzi, he thought. The brunette was planning on intentionally kissing her. He glared at the person and sniffed, "Come on, let's head back to my place for a bit." She cooed "What? Don't want your pic taken Jacey?"
"Nope, we need nap time before hitting the nightlife."
"I hope we see Drake. That would be cool."
Jace laughed his ass off. When they got into the elevator he crowded her up, hands on her waist. She inhaled, eyes widening, full lips quirking up. He murmured softly, "You're so...I can't find the words." Her arms loosely linked around his shoulders, soft lips so close. She whispered, "Actions speak louder than words pretty boy."
Next thing Jace knew her legs were locked around his hips, the pair making out as he blindly keyed open the door to his loft. Kicking the door open, the brunette pressed her against the wall, mouthing his way down her neck. The actress' nails dug into his shoulders as she moaned, breasts heaving in excitement. He nipped at her collarbone, mumbling, "Lemme eat you out, fuck, please."
"Bed now," she demanded in return.
He deposited the beauty on his bed, wildly jerking at his clothes. She was shimmying off her leggings, the sweatshirt she borrowed hitting the wall. Jace climbed atop her in his underwear, grinding against her pussy, mouth latching back onto plush lips. She whined under her breath when he lapped into her mouth, calloused hands playing with peaked nipples.
They grew sloppy, Jace finally kissing and sucking his way down her tight body. He grabbed one of her legs as he sucked on the thin skin of the hip, dark eyes blown black with arousal. She gripped at his hair, breathless, "Fu-uck Jacaerys, please, please." Jace grinned, rumbling, "I gotcha baby, screw the club, I'll show you a good time tonight yeah?" He was hopelessly earnest, swollen lips hovering above her mound.
"Yes yes baby, want it all, please, you're killing me." Jace could lose his mind at the way her voice cracked into a whimper, brows pinching in agony. She even thrust fruitlessly upwards-- Jace's other hand keeping her hip pinned. He grunted, "Spread em' sweetheart."
He tongued at her engorged clit off the rip, hands digging into the soft meat of the thighs. The actress cried out, back arching all gorgeous, tits bouncing with the movement. Her hand tightened in his curls as Jace suckled, eyes watching every little move. He snuck his fore and middle fingers up and across her sopping slit, smirking.
He delved them into her cunt as his tongue joined, playfully lapping as the excess slick, moaning at her natural taste. She whimpered again, thighs tightening as Jacaerys crooked his fingers up into her g-spot, flicking his tongue upwards and back to her clitoris. He paused to groan, "You feel good pretty girl?"
She moaned his name and babbled nonsense, pussy throbbing and drenching his fingers. Jacaerys' smiled-- she moaned his name just as he imagined. He had a rhythm alternating between teasing jabs of his tongue and suckling on the bundle of nerves. She was growing frantic, tossing her hair around and practically howling in pleasure.
He sped up the pace, relentlessly working her pretty pussy until the darling shrieked his name, clenching his hair. Her thighs twitched and clamped around his head, body arched as she heaved and cried. Jace groaned at her gushing around his fingers, long lashes fluttering in pure want. He needed to fuck her, now.
He pulled down his briefs as she laid back, panting, pretty face dazed and flushed-- a light sheen of sweat had covered her naked body. He climbed atop her, pleading, "C'mon sweets, think you can take it? Take me? I'll give you another orgasm, too goddamn perfect not too, god."
Her lidded eyes widened at his cock. It was flushed and heavy, too heavy to do anything but hang between his impossibly toned thighs. The actress rasped, "Give it to me, I can take it, ease it in." She kissed the brunette open-mouthed and wet, shaky legs pulling up to cage his hips in.
Jace's breath stuttered as he guided the fat tip of his cock into her soaked pussy, feeling the stretch immediately. She clung to him, pouring herself into his lips, nails digging into his shoulder blades. He slid in another agonizing two inches, gasping, "Fuck you're tight."
She responded by sucking blooming marks into his tensed neck, eyes rolling up when the thick middle of his cock spread her wide open. "Jacaerys, Jacaerys, you feel so good- so damn big baby!" He kept pushing against the slight resistance, settling as deep as he could.
His brown eyes clenched tight, she was like a silky glove around his cock. Hazily he felt her stomach, eyes lolling around at the bump from his cock. She was mewling wetly at the junction of neck and shoulder, non-stop babbling about being so full. Jace panted, "Mm, yeah, lookit' you, stretched your pretty pussy out."
He began to fuck in earnest, chasing a high. Her cunt dragged and clung to his fat cock, ridged insides sending sharp arousal up his spine. Jace lost himself in the moment, mouthing at a pert nipple, heavy balls slapping against her ass. She cried and yelled, worthy of a fucking porno. He knew he wasn't going to last long. But the way she was practically shivering and fuck-dumb, slurring her words of nonsense, she was right with Jace.
"M'gonna cum baby, you on birth control?"
"Fuck me, jus' keep fuckin' me," she rasped. Plan B was always an option when her mind returned to non-mush. Jace kept fucking her as instructed, groans growing desperate and guttural. His balls were drawing up, aching from how needy he was to cum.
He kissed her one more time, swallowing her noises before pulling back to pant against her cheek, hips beginning to stutter. He snuck a hand down to her cunt, thumbing her clit. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better-- she shrieked again. A gush of her slick engulfed his cock, wet noises filling the bedroom. Jace cried her name, shoving himself deep and filling her up.
He might've sent her into another orgasm but Jacaerys was whited out from pleasure. All the athlete could do was pathetically groan as his cock twitched and pumped his heavy load into her cock, thickening the slick coating on his prick, collecting around where they joined. It was delightfully filthy. He came too with a deep inhale, sliding out with a mewl and flopping away.
Overstimulation was a common theme with the girls he fucked-- Jace knew to give some space in the immediate aftermath. It wasn't too long before she complained, "Why are you flopped over there? Get over here, you just fucked my brains out."
He grinned like a sap. How did she have yet another moment where he found himself deeper in desire for the woman. Jace murmured, "My bad, my bad, didn't want to overheat you or anything." She retorted, "I'm a cuddler Jacaerys Velaryon, you should remember that about your girlfriend." He chuckled, jerking her into his embrace, tucking a chin on her shoulder.
"They didn't lie about your horse dick. Hate to tell your fan girlies that cock belongs to me now."
Jace smirked, pressing a gentle peck to her skin, "It's all yours, believe me. They can find the next rookie of the year to be their online boyfriend."
#hotd fanfic#hotd smut#fic request#jace velaryon x reader#jacaerys velaryon smut#jace velaryon smut#jacaerys velaryon x reader#modern au#hockey player jace
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Kinktober day 5: Gun Play + Steven Grant
Steven Grant x SHIELD agent!Male!reader
Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 6 | Ao3
Summary: After taking a day off, you finally get to go home to your boyfriend, Steven.
(a/n: I MISSED YESTERDAY AND IT SHATTERED MY SOUL INTO A MILLION PIECES IM SORRY I WAS TIRED AND I FORGOT)
Warning: Guns, mention of reader killing and being shot at, reader is close with Nick Fury kinda, oral, hand job, surprisingly gentle sex, obedient Steven Grant, soft top reader, Steven talks to Marc but that's not really a warning I just wanted yall to know that my bbygrl was mention in this fic
Words: 2k
SHIELD has been sending you all over the world as of recently, you didn't complain, you knew your work was important, and the amount of trust you’d gained from Nick Fury came with a lot of off-the-books missions, mostly investigating SHIELD itself. You'd asked from a break, at least a day or so, to get your gear together after you gun, which has been through many, many mission, jammed on you mid encounter. It was embarrassing, luckily the only other people who saw it happen were either dead or in maximum security prison serving life.
Your boyfriend, Steven, wasn't home when you got there, mostly likely at work, or maybe Marc was out on his a mission. Either way, you waited for him.
In the meantime, you decided to finally take care of your gear, you'd brought all of the supplies from SHEILD headquarters before coming home, setting up at Steven’s desk, and moving the book he had lying on the table and a couple of papers into a neat stack. You started with your boots, scrubbing them, changing the insoles, making sure the outsole wasn't damaged beyond a bit of wear from years of use, then setting them aside.
Moving on to your vest, you picked out the metal fragment from the various bullets that had shattered on impact, replacing the aramid padding that- even though it has yet to show signs of any extreme damage- was starting to wear. The bruise on your stomach was proof of that, the vest stopped the bullet from piercing skin, but didn't lessen the impact as it hit you. You sighed, knowing that Steven was going to fuss over it the second he saw the festering bruise.
You moved on to you knives, still pretty sharp, but not as sharp as they should have been. Using the lanksy puck that you definitely were not supposed to take to sharpen a them. Carefully putting them back in their sheaths and reattatching them to your utility belt, which sat in a duffle bag with both your uniform and you newly repaired vest.
Finally, you moved onto the main event, you gun, which was still jammed, turning the safety on before completely disassembling it, staring at the pieces of your revolver on the table. You didn't worry to much about the the bullets, they'd be gone by your next mission anyway.
You took your time with this one, getting into every nook and cranky, blood, dust, and built up metal from the bullets, just a bunch of little things. Reassembly was purely muscle memory, your gun looked and felt brand new. You took the ammo out and dry-fired the gun, it sounded a hell of a lot better- and the hammer dropped without interruption, jam officially gone, you reloaded the gun and sat it on the desk.
It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, letting the tension slip from your shoulders with a sigh, practically melting into the seat, finnaly able to relax.
And as if he somehow knew that you were officially off duty, you heard Steven fumble with the lock, seemingly dropping the key, a small swear leaving him, before he unlocked the door. He walked around silently for a while, setting down his bag and heading to the kitchen, muttering to himself, or more likely Marc, as he was asking questions about the morning, what they ate for breakfast and where Marc had left the book Steven had been reading before bed.
It took him maybe five minutes to walk back there. He walked straight past you, not paying any attention and b-lining to the bed, to be fair, it was late and Steven wasn't exactly the most observant. You loved him though, so you let him lay there for a moment before calling his name.
He practuscally jumped out of his skin, getting caught in the mess of blankets for moment. Steven was on you faster that you thought was possible. Damn near tackling you, the chair surprisingly holding both of your weight and Steven situated himself in your lap, his legs drapped across yours.
“You're back! When did you fly in?” he asked, a wide smile on his face.
“About three hours ago, where’ve you been?”
He groaned, flopping down against you, his head on your shoulder.
“Job hunting, again.”
“What happened to the uh, what was it, the library, right? I thought you were having fun over there?”
“I was, but they cut the budget and I was new so they dropped me.”
“Aww,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair, “poor thing.”
He sighed, enjoying the contact after nearly a month apart.
“What about you, I thought you weren't supposed to be back for another two weeks?”
“I wasn't, but..” you grabbed you pistol off the table, you finger on the trigger even though the safety was on and you had no immediate target, “My gun jammed and I asked my boss to give me a day off in order to fix it,”
Stevens's eyes were glued to the gun as you spoke, appreciating every little detail and crevice it held.
You knew about Steven’s affinity for guns, well, you and guns, guns alone did nothing for Steven, but when you held them...
He got quiet, glancing at you only to see you staring back at him with a knowing look on your face.
“Im flying back out tomorrow..”you pointed the gun downward, nudging his legs open with the tip, he complyed without any hesitation. “…i was thinking you and I could-”
“Yes!”
You stared at the man for a moment, almost bewildered before remembering that you've been gone for nearly two months and he's probably been thinking about this since the day you left.
You hummed before saying, “Get on the bed, lay on your back, I want to see you.”
He grinned again, practically running to the bed, shrugging off his jacket and leaving it on the floor, laying down in the bed, hardly able to keep himself still.
You sat at the desk for a short moment, completely removing the ammo from the gun, double checking it to avoid any incidence, then walked over to Steve, who was practically vibrating in excitement.
Kneeling between his legs, you commemorated the image of him, so happy to be fully and utterly yours, to memory.
You pointed the gun on his chest, digging the tip into his shirt, watching his reaction intently, he ceased all movement, staring down at it, taking in the weight on his chest.
“Breathe, Steven.” you said when you noticed he wasn't.
He let out a long, shuttered breath.
“You know I would never hurt you? Right Steven.”
“Oh course..”
“Good, “ you slid the gun down, feeling where his ribs ended and sturdy muscle began. Stopping just below his belly button.
“Strip, slowly, I want to see you.”
He complied easily. Hands shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, just like you demanded.
“That's it, good boy..”
Shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, then moving down to his pants. Fumbling with the belt, getting it just before you could offer your help, he kicked his jeans down until they pooled on the floor below.
You stared at him, taking in his smooth skin and every sculpted muscle that you had no one but Marc to thank for.
Running the tip of your pistol lower and lower, running it over the growing tent in his underwear, he shuttered, a light gasp passing his slightly parted lips.
Dragging it across his waist, then down his thigh, Steven watched the gun just as intensely as you watched him. You let your finger hover the trigger, he swallowed hard.
You moved suddenly, lifting the gun to his head, right between his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard, he never hid how he felt, not with you, he felt like he didn't have to, or more accurately, he couldn't. You were an agent of SHEILD, you were trained to see through lies.
Moving your hand down ever so slightly, pressing the gun against his lips.
“Open.”
For the forth time tonight, he obeyed. Taking the tip in his mouth, then more, sucking and licking like the gun could feel it.
The effects it had on you were innumerable.
You hummed softly, adjusting your grip. You watched him, he seemingly never got bored, the imagined danger and thrill perpetuating him, eager to please cold steel.
You tugged slightly, and he let it go, lips wet with saliva.
The way he looked at you, his eyes low, cheeks flushed, breathing like he'd just run a hundred miles.
“You're being so good, Steven, so obedient. You must have really missed me..”
He nodded rapidly, “I missed you, I missed you so much-”
You shushed him, “I know, I know. I shouldn't have to leave you here, all on your own, I should be here to protect you at all times..”
He nodded along- you both knew that he didn't need the protection, but fuck it kept you here he’d be your damsel in distress forever.
Rubbing the wet tip down his chest, then right above his cock, tapping the trigger, watching him flinch at every move. He watched so intently, his breath shaky and loud, you were unpredictable, yet he couldn't wait to see what you did next.
Nudging the tip of the gun past the elastic waistband of his underwear, pulling them down.
Steven couldn't stay still, his brain and body running a million miles an hour. Slowly, you sunk down between his legs, your gun pressed right up against the center of his chest. You knew the position would get uncomfortable soon, so you decided to make this as quick as you could.
“Don’t move.” he didn't nod, or talk, just immediately playing along.
Taking your free hand, you guided Steven's hard cock, shiny with pre-cum to your mouth.
He was always sensitive, but your tongue had hardly even pressed the tip of his cock before he was a whimpering, whining mess. Hs adrenaline was spiked, of course he was more susceptible that ever right now. Taking him as deep as you could, feeling him press against the back of your throat. His hands balled into the bedsheets bellow, nearly tearing them in his hands.
Running your tongue on the underside of his cock, then swirling it around the tip, never taking your eyes off of him. His little whines growinh louder and more desperate.
You pulled away when you felt him start bucking into your mouth. Taking a short moment to wipe your mouth of both spit and pre cum.
You lifted slightly, wrapping your hand around his now perfectly lubed cock. Stroking him nice and slow, soft moans falling from his lips.
He whined your name over and over, obedience and his composure, the latter of which was had been already hanging on by a thread before you ever put your mouth or hands on him, waining. He loved nights like these when you were gentle but still so very obviously in control.
“Y/n- y/n, I'm so close, please, Love, please-”
You tightened your grip on the gun, pressing it harder into his chest, he moaned at the feeling.
You never sped up, watching him build up the his orgasm nice and slow, and when his mouth fell open in a long moan and his eyes squeezed so tightly shut you're sure he was seeing stars behind them.
Then- you squeezed the trigger. Nothing came out but Steven gasped hard like he’d been hit. His hips twitched up into your hand, cum pouring out all over your fingers. Even when that stopped, his orgasm still seemed to flow through him, his body drawn tight as he came down.
“Y/n..” he panted, “you're good, so good-”
Dragging the gun down, right into the pool of cum at the base of his stomach, then bringing it up to your mouth, licking it off.
“Come on, Steven, we're not done..”
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girl next door- q. hughes
quinn hughes x reader
warnings~ swearing, nothing else!
summary~ it's nice to have a friend :))
genre~ friends to lovers
word count~ 2.7k
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growing up next to the hughes family meant that there would never be a dull moment. i mean the first time you met the boys, you were outside building a snowman when a rogue hockey puck came flying over your head and killed your snowman’s head. quinn was the one elected to go get the puck back. he shyly walked up to you, and you were slightly on edge from having a hockey puck fly past your head, at a speed that made it stick in the snowman’s head
“are you okay? i’m so sorry.” the brunette boy came over as best he could with his ice skates still on. he looked to be about your age, but you were new to this neighborhood and had no clue who anyone was.
“yeah, i’m okay. i think.” you said looking anywhere but at quinn. “oh here’s your puck.” you shoved the puck at him, still not wanting to look him in the eyes. quinn felt so bad for scaring you like that, and so he vowed to make it up to you.
“my name is quinn, by the way.” he said, taking the puck from you.
“(y/n).” you confirmed and went back to fixing your snowman.
when school time came around and you had yet to make any friends; he stepped up. quinn invited you to all of his hockey games, and you sat together at lunch everyday. you became quick friends with jack and luke, but nothing compared to the bond you had with quinn. all that being said, you thought the friendship had some downsides. he tended to miss lots of days of school, which left you pretty lonely, and you believed he was scaring away any guy who liked you.
you had fallen for total chad type and had a big falling out, which prompted quinn to threaten to beat the shit out of him if he said one bad word about you in private or public. you loved that quinn cared for you, but you still wanted to find a guy while still in high school.
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the day quinn was drafted to the big leagues; you were there. the day you were accepted into umich; he was there. he promised to call everyday, but that was the one promised unkept. after a while you both just lost touch. you still texted each other birthday texts and some holidays, but it was now your last year of college and you didn’t text each other once.
after graduation, you were staying with your parents for a couple nights as your new apartment was getting ready. you would never forget the feeling of looking out your hold childhood bedroom window and seeing quinn in his driveway helping his mom carry in groceries. you just ran out the door.
“quinn!” your voice carried to him and turned to embrace you as you met him.
“(y/n)! oh god, i missed you!” he confessed, holding you for longer than friends probably should, but you let him.
“i missed you too! i have so many stories to tell you!” you excitedly said.
“i do too, but we are going to have to do it later. i have a meeting with my agent about some michigan photo shoot thing.” he confessed, staring at the ground. your eyes didn’t meet again after that.
“oh ya, totally! i’m actually really busy right now too…..” you trailed off staring back to your own house. you felt totally shut down by him. you understood he had a job to do, but with the lack of communication and everything else in your life; you couldn’t stop yourself from being disappointed. “i should actually get back to help my dad……..ya helping my dad. bye!” you quickly left not waiting to hear his own goodbye.
you spent the rest of the day sulking in your bedroom reading cheesy romcom book and throwing yourself a pity party. you had to be a fool not to see the feeling you had for him, but you didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good friendship (at the time). when a breakup happened in your book, you were quick to start crying. you hadn’t ever heard the voices of your parents and a guest downstairs, until the knock came to your door.
“come in.” you grumbled, wiping the tears from your face.
“what the matter, (y/n)?” asked quinn as he noticed the tears. he rushed to sit on the bed next to you. he rubbed your arm gently, as you cried harder after seeing him.
“i don’t know. i’m sorry for crying.” you said trying to stop yourself.
“you never have to be sorry for showing emotion. you don’t have to tell me, but i would like to help; what wrong?” quinn consoled you.
“you.” you mumbled.
“what did i do exactly?” quinn asked gently.
“you stopped messaging me, and i thought you never wanted to see me again.” you looked into his eyes as you said that, and saw him flinch a little.
“i’m really sorry for never answering you. i thought you had found a new life at umich.” he apologized.
“you didn’t even text me happy birthday this year. that really hurt.” you confessed.
“i thought you found a new guy.” he mumbled after a few minutes of silence.
“what? why?” you asked confused.
“you posed it a picture of you with some guy in a bar, and it looked like you were close with him. i just got really fucking jealous. i had wanted to be with you since high school and you never showed any interest back, so i freaked and just ghosted you. i am so sorry, (y/n).” he confessed his hand staling on your arm.
“oh, quinn!” you jumped on him pulling him into a big hug. “i’ve loved you since high school too. why do you think i went out with chad. i was trying to make you jealous and you seemed so fine with it… until the breakup.”
“why do you think i was so ready to beat his ass. i hated him for how he treated you and that he was the one to kiss you in the hallways and hold your hand.” he said into your shoulder, taking in the scent of your perfume/body wash.
you pulled back and look deep into his eyes, and leaned into a kiss. he closed the distance between you too and you swear fireworks shot out. the kiss was innocent and held years of wanting.
“i love you, quinn hughes.” your breath fanning his lips.
“i love you, (y/n) (y/l).” he said back to you, pulling you back into a kiss. you pulled away again.
“you are never allowed to ghost me like that again. got it?” you proclaimed.
“i would never dream of it.” he smiled and kissed you again; this time for a long time.
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hi! would you please do a dating seeley booth headcanon sfw/nsfw? i really love your work ❣️❣️❣️
Dating Seeley Booth Headcanons:
Paring: Seeley Booth x reader
Summary: just some headcanons about dating the toughest, cutest FBI agent I know.
A/n: some NSFW content is included so beware
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So you work at the Jeffersonian, I just feel Seeley is just attracted to badass smart girls, and that's what you are.
He can't help but love your nerdyness and you never sees to amaze him.
So you guys would be through Cam, she was your best friend and she thought you two would hit it off. That was true but what she didn't realize the age gap.
It's not bad and there's no reason to go into too much detail, but I feel like Seeley would indeed go for you the second he got the chance but I think he'd be insecure about his age.
We know he doesn't really talk about his feelings, but the thoughts about being too old would cross his mind. He's probably only like five years old so it's not a big deal, but when he sees you laughing with Lance he can't help but feel you deserve someone your age.
You got that thought out of his head quickly and reassured you wanted him and only him.
Of course it's now a joke to you two, now you can joke about it and your Friends do to.
“Hodgins, you call it daddy issues, I call it taking care of the elderly” you joked. Seeley spit his beer out not prepared for your response.
Now, let's stop being so down in the dumps and talk the good stuff.
Now this would be a friends to lovers, at first he was your best friend and your shoulder to cry on, but it didn't take long for you to fall head over heals for him.
You tried to ignore it and didn't want to really ruin your friendship, but you quickly found out he felt exactly the same.
He has no problem opening up to you, in fact if he wasn't to talk about the war or maybe a rough case he'd go to you. Your his 'Shrink' and it annoys Lance like crazy.
You wear his dog tags for luck, one time when he was off in another state for a case you wore them because you missed him. The it kinda turned into a good luck charm.
It made his heart swell with love when he found out, you didn't really think he'd be mad but you didn't know what his response would be.
“they look better on you anyways”
Being with and FBI/army man means you have a designated bodyguard, you never felt so safe than you do when your with him.
One of your first dates was a hockey game, that peaked your interest and you asked him to teach you how to play.
He's always there to catch you when your about to fall on the ice, and if he can't get you in time he'll fall too so you don't get embarrassed.
After awhile you guy just ended up sword fighting with the hockey sticks, he also kept the Puck you guys played with and he keeps it in his office.
Speaking of office, you can go in his when ever you want cuz he made a key for you.
If your cold you'll steal his goofy socks or his jackets, he had theses black socks with cute little aliens on them that he now only sees if your wearing them.
He gives the best bear hugs, you just feel so safe and warm in his muscular arms.
You love just being in his arms, there's no feeling better than that.
His arms or hands will he around your waist any chance he gets, he loves your curves and your body... He just wants to hold you all the time.
There's a lot of neck and forehead kisses being handed out by this man. He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and just trail soft kisses down your neck.
This man need physical contact a lot too. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, he's really just a big ol' teddy bear.
You joke about that, he can be so mean looking and tough but he's really just a big teddy bear.
“I'm not a teddy bear” he said trying to not to smile. You shook your head and held him tighter. “Yes you are, my big teddy bear”
He loves it when you curl up on his lap when he's working, he can't get enough of you running your fingers run through his hair.
He's a rough kisser, he's way taller than you so usually he hold your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.
He also loves forehead kisses, it's just such a soft and gentle gesture he loving doing. But I think he likes it when you do it more.
He likes laying his head in your lap while your on the couch, he finds it soothing when you run your fingers though his hair too.
He loves cuddles, if your in bed or on the couch he needs to be holding you. He loves it when he's laying in bed and your lying on top of his chest.
He also thinks it's cute when you just kidda space out and play with his tie while your in his lab waring for him to get his work done.
Seeley refuses to sleep unless you have fallen asleep first, he just needs to know your okay before he can have a good night sleep.
Most of the time he'll wake in the middle of the night and need to hear you breathe, or just make sure you’re safe beside him and unharmed.
your entire relationship is based on natural and domestic intimacy, you guys don't care where you are if you want to touch or kiss you will.
So like, I said he's super over protective, so that includes his driving habits changed drastically, he once drived like a maniac, but the first time he had you in the car he drove safer than he did when he took his divers test.
But when you guys got comfortable with each other his old habits came back.
He either drives like a maniac or a grandpa. There’s no in between.
“Jesus Christ, Seeley, we Are Not on a race track, why Are You Going so Fast?!!?!?”
You guys don't really fight, the only thing you fight about is when one of you is being reckless in your line of work. You hate how Seeley thinks he's Bulletproof and don't really care about the danger he's running into.
“You don't always need to be a fucking hero, Seeley.”
“I know what I'm doing, can you just trust me on that?"
“You'd lose your goddamn mind if I pulled even half the shit you do.”
“You’re damn right I would.”
You love doing undercover stuff with him, no matter what it is. One of your guys favorite ones was when you had to investigate a killing that was linked to an Elvis impersonator conviction. Seeley knows you love Elvis but the impersonators are questionable to you.
“this is like the worst and best thing that's ever happened to you” Seeley chuckled.
You guys just like staying in and watching movies or hocky. You got him into the marvel movies and now he loves them just as much as you do, he loves Moon Knight and you convinced him to dress up as Capitan American one Halloween.
Your Favorite show to watch is Supernatural.
You also like watching Family Feud and making fun off the dumb awnsers or just play along. “that's the naked grandma guy!”
Your like a mom to Lance and always getting on to Seeley if he's teasing your 'kid' top much.
“leave him alone” you said slapping his chest.
NSFW headcanons:
He finds it hot when you cuss, at first he was suprised to hear such nasty words fall out of your adorable mouth, but now he can't help but feel his pants tighten when he watches you pace around the room, speaking all kinds of disrespectful verbs and adjectives.
He has a tendency to grip the headboard when he's close to cumming.
there's alot of office sex with him, they're mostly quickies which aren't his favorite but he's never apposed to it.
He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.
Bondeg kink, handcuffs, his ties, belts, he'll tie you up with anything if your comfortable with it.
He love getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.
He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.
He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.
Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.
Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.
This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.
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NCT LIBRARY [ 💌 ] !
💌 NCT 127 ꜜ
skyline highlights! — (series; ongoing)
💌 MOON TAEIL
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💌 JOHNNY SUH
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💌 LEE TAEYONG
the course of true love — (long fic; work in progress)
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1, 2, 3 — (series; ongoing)
signed, agent zero — (series; ongoing)
💌 MARK LEE
pearls — (drabble)
20:20 pm — (timestamp)
the spiderweb theory — (smau series; work in progress)
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there's nothing left for you — (drabble)
remember summer days — (long fic; work in progress)
💌 HUANG RENJUN
new years day — (long fic)
two slow dancers — (drabble)
bygone days — (drabble)
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119 — (drabble)
21:29 pm — (timestamp)
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bring it back — (drabble)
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boyfriend texts — (smau oneshot)
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can't take my eyes off of you — (drabble)
junie — (drabble)
you have one new voicemail from! — (oneshot)
00:17 am — (timestamp)
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audere est facere — (long fic)
unapologetically in love — (smau oneshot)
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a day for love — (long fic; work in progress)
💌 PARK JISUNG
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to the one i call love — (long fic; work in progress)
💌 TEN LEE
boyfriend texts — (smau oneshot)
closure — (drabble)
parenting chronicles — (long fic; work in progress)
not now kitty cat! — (smau; work in progress)
💌 DONG SICHENG
pareidolia — (drabble)
💌 XIAO DEJUN
buttercup — (smau series; work in progress)
dal segno — (drabble)
all flights are delayed — (long fic)
r.i.p 2 my youth! — (long fic; work in progress)
💌 HUANG GUANHENG
dancing swords — (long fic; work in progress)
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01:09 am — (timestamp)
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for reference here's michael nylander's hockeydb
for my willy babes💕 here u go:
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STOCKHOLM — About 35 minutes outside Stockholm sits the place that always felt most like home for William Nylander.
It is the long-time offseason home of former NHLer Michael Nylander, and it’s where the Nylander family has been congregating every summer since William Nylander was a boy.
There’s the main house, the guest house and the barn where William practically lived from the time he was old enough to hold a hockey stick. It isn’t the kind of barn where you might house cows, horses and piles of hay. It’s nicer than that, William says. There are wooden floors and, as you might expect in a household of hockey players, two hockey nets.
William and his younger brother Alex would be holed up there for hours, day after day, every summer when they were kids.
Alex would play goalie and William would fire shots. Sticks would be thrown. Fights would ensue.
“But then after the fight, no matter what happened,” Alex said, “we would be best friends again.”
Then they might step and fire pucks on the shooting ramp Michael built in the yard by the soccer nets. After that, zip the 30 seconds it took to the nearby dock for a jump in the lake. Then, a visit to the sauna.
As boys, William and Alex would often make their way over to their father’s gym, where they would watch Dad go through his offseason workouts in preparation for another NHL season.
Then, the summer would come to an end and young William, and the rest of the family, would follow Dad back to North America. Somewhere in North America.
William Nylander’s life has been forever split between two worlds and two homes.
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Almost every fall, it seemed, Dad’s NHL jersey changed.
Which meant a new city, new school, new friends, new home, new minor hockey team and new hockey heroes for William (outside of Dad, of course).
William Nylander was born in Calgary while his dad was playing for the Flames. Michael was traded there from Hartford. He spent parts of five seasons with the Flames before they dealt him to Tampa Bay. Michael played only 35 games for the Lightning before another deal sent him — and the family — to Chicago.
Trades weren’t talked about in the singular, but rather, the “we.” Michael Nylander wasn’t getting traded. The Nylanders were.
William was just starting the first grade when the Blackhawks traded his dad yet again, after only nine games in the fall of 2002, to Washington. The Capitals flipped Michael to Boston not long before the 2004 trade deadline.
Michael signed with the New York Rangers not long before the 2004-05 lockout. After two seasons there, the family trekked back to Washington, where Michael signed as a free agent.
Over 17 years, Michael Nylander played for seven teams – none lasting longer than a 239-game run with the Blackhawks. He also suited up in Sweden, Switzerland, Russia and Finland, as well as minor league outposts in Rochester and Grand Rapids.
“Moving around – it’s been like that since I was born,” William said. “It’s just the way it was. And actually, every time we moved somewhere, we thought it was fun.”
Moving came to feel normal. The first week at a new school was nerve-wracking, but also familiar. So was making new friends in Chicago, Washington, and New York, the three spots that occupied most of William’s childhood.
It helped that William and Alex always had each other, along with four sisters. Alex was born in Calgary two years after William. They did everything together.
“Willy and Alex, they’re like stuck,” said Rasmus Sandin, the former Toronto Maple Leafs defenceman and a close friend of the Nylander family. “They’re together all the time.”
Alex says William is a little quieter than he is, a little less goofy, and more similar to their dad.
Thommy Nylander, Michael’s younger brother and William’s uncle, thinks William inherited his father’s mentality, among other things. Thommy trains William every summer (he’s also a chiropractor and often treats William) and said his thoroughness in preparation is very much like Michael’s.
“He’s so warm and a nice guy, but when you get to the gym, he’s very serious about working,” Thommy said. “He’s probably the best player, but he’s still doing the hours and he’s serious. He doesn’t want to waste time.”
Anders Sorensen, who coached William when he was a kid in Chicago, saw him do things that seemed beyond the comprehension for someone his age. Like the time William dropped the puck behind his own net and took off.
“What are you doing?” Sorensen asked.
“Well, we’re breaking out!” Nylander responded. “It’s a power play!”
He was unmistakably the son of an NHLer.
Michael would bring William and Alex around to the rink often. They thought it was the coolest thing imaginable, being there with Dad where actual NHL hockey was being played.
William would hop onto the ice with Alex and shoot pucks before practice. Then he would retreat, on Dad’s orders, to the ping-pong lounge. From there, they would amble over to the dressing room and inspect the sticks of their father’s teammates – stars like Tony Amonte and Doug Gilmour in Chicago or Jaromir Jagr and Peter Bondra in Washington.
When Michael played for the Rangers, the Nylanders lived for a time in Greenwich Village — about a half-hour’s walk from Madison Square Garden. William’s mother, Camilla, would walk the kids around midtown Manhattan before Michael’s games and then walk up the stairs into the arena.
The “green room” at MSG was particularly special.
“I guess it’s called a family room,” William said. “But me and my brother called it the green room. ‘We’re going to the green room!’ Go smash a Coke every period and watch the game.”
In the green room, they could sip as much Coca-Cola as they wanted.
“It’s like ‘Mom, can I have a Coke?’ ‘No. Today’s not Saturday.’ There you don’t even have to ask mom,” William said.
Their mini sticks were with them always. William and Alex didn’t need much to create a playing ground. A doorway for a goal was all it took.
That’s what made their house in Washington so thrilling: It had a big basement that was perfect for hockey. And because their dad just happened to play in the NHL, those games grew to include actual NHL players.
Fellow Swede Nicklas Backstrom visited the Nylander home for dinner frequently. Backstrom says he felt like another one of Michael’s kids. For William and Alex, Backstrom was their dad’s work colleague and also an honourary sibling.
At one Thanksgiving dinner, the Nylanders — with chef Michael doing the cooking — hosted Backstrom and his even starrier Capitals teammate, Alex Ovechkin.
Life amongst the stars was just part of the deal for William growing up. There was that one time he looked up in the elevator at MSG and saw Mario Lemieux standing across from him.
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Michael taught William the game. At first, he just let William and Alex play for fun. But as they grew older and more serious about the sport, he would instruct them on how to shoot, how to skate, how to do everything on the ice. They would watch, take notes and try to do it all the same.
“Growing up, we would follow him around and stuff, but it wasn’t like he was pushing us or anything,” William said. “But once we decided that we wanted to play, he helped us out a lot and pushed us in the right way.”
Dan Houck, who coached William when he lived in Washington, saw the same thing in him that he did with all the sons of the Capitals he coached. They all seemed to come fully stocked with a certain hockey intelligence.
William saw the ice just like his dad, Thommy Nylander says.
“William was front-row to some of the most dynamic offensive talents in the NHL,” Houck said. “I think that was formidable for him in his development as a player.”
Backstrom remembers watching William and Alex both play for a local youth team. “I knew they were special players, for sure,” he said. “They were dominant.”
“I always looked up to my dad and wanted to be like my dad,” William said.
But William never played much like his dad. Michael was a pure setup man. He didn’t have William’s power as a skater or shooter.
Sorensen wonders if William, raised on all those North American rinks, had more of a shooter’s mentality than his dad, who came up in Europe, where most players think pass first.
Sorensen coached William and his dad together for Södertälje in the Swedish Hockey League when William was 16 and Michael was almost 40. They would all chuckle at signs in the rink that said explicitly: “No parents allowed on the bench.”
Not only were they on the same bench, but often the same line, with William at right wing and Michael in the middle. During one game, William pleaded with his dad: “Pass me the puck instead of hanging onto it!”
Michael wasn’t an overbearing hockey dad. He even pushed his boys to explore other sports. He did like to ask lots of questions though.
“I call him ‘Wallander’ sometimes,” Sorensen said, referring to the fictional Swedish detective, “He’s always like, ‘Why is that? What do you think about that? Why did you do it this way? Why did you do it that way?’ He’s a smart man. He’s a very smart man. He cares for his family, he cares for people around him so I’ve always got along with him great.”
As Sorensen noted, it was usually Camilla who handled a large chunk of the duties when it came to getting William to the rink.
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Even as a youngster, the skill always popped with William.
Houck remembers the first time he faced William, when he was 10 and playing for the Greenwich Jr. Blues. Houck’s squad was a year older, but they still trailed by a goal late and pulled their goalie. The puck popped up and hit the stick of the “wrong” player — William Nylander. He calmly shot it down the ice into the empty net.
“Not many kids at age 10 would have the wherewithal [to do that],” Houck says. “If you miss that and it’s an icing, then the puck’s pinned in your end again.”
Sorensen remembers a select tournament in Toronto when William faced off against future NHLers like Connor McDavid, Josh Ho-Sang and Robby Fabbri. Someone came up to Sorensen and said: “This Nylander kid, he’s right up there with all those other guys.”
Michael was a little surprised when he heard about it: “They really think he’s that good?”
Houck’s primary objective when he coached Nylander was to ensure he didn’t stifle that skill. He wanted to let those gifts shine as brightly as possible, especially in key spots with the game on the line.
What sticks out most in Houck’s memory of William is how he loved the game. This wasn’t a kid who played because of his dad. It was the opposite with William, who would even sneak onto the ice with Alex’s team whenever he could.
“We always just loved hockey from the first time we ever played it,” Alex said.
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William still retreats to Sweden every offseason.
“Mostly what you miss about Sweden is the family,” he said.
The Nylanders are an especially tight bunch. Michael is one of seven siblings himself. It’s not uncommon for the Nylanders to make their way to Toronto. Thommy and his older brother, Peter, came to watch in April.
In his early years with the Leafs, William was announced at home games as hailing from Calgary. That changed a couple of seasons ago. Now, when he’s introduced, it’s “from Stockholm, Sweden.”
Stockholm became home on a more permanent basis at 14 when Michael’s NHL days came to an end and when William, with Canadian and Swedish citizenship, had to decide where he would play his hockey internationally. He and Alex both opted for Sweden. That’s when he and Alex could begin to enjoy the outdoor rinks in and around Stockholm and “play and play and play and never go home” as Alex remembered it.
For a long time, William stayed with his parents when he returned to Sweden in the summer. He’s since bought an apartment in Stockholm and invited Alex to live with him in the offseason. They take William’s two dogs for walks down by the water. They hit Ciccios for dinner or Brasserie Astoria next door, or Restaurant AG for a quality steak.
William will golf five days a week with Sandin during the offseason, forever finding space for a daily nap. William and Alex might have friends over and still William will dip out for his daily nap. “We both nap a lot,” Alex said, “but you’ll never see somebody who naps more than my brother. He’ll nap 365 days of the year.”
William is still trained at home by his dad through his Playmaker92 agency.
William and Alex will usually hit the gym around 8 a.m. By 10, it’s over to the ice with a much larger group that includes Sandin and his brother, Linus, for on-ice sessions lasting an hour and a half led by Michael.
Few, if any, NHL players are trained by their former NHL-playing fathers. Michael is known to be a master of the details, creating the kind of skill drills that only a former player of his calibre could.
Another bonus of returning home to Sweden for William is the chance to eat his dad’s cooking.
Michael has been something of a foodie dating back to his playing days. He prepares “gourmet” meals with a starter, main, and dessert. (Unprompted, Backstrom mentioned Michael’s excellent food.)
Sandin remembers a particularly delicious potato pancake and says the experience of eating a Michael Nylander meal is “like you’re going to a Michelin-star restaurant.”
That’s the thing about Sweden for William. It’s home. It’s family. It’s the place he could, and can still, always come back to. It’s the place where he’s able to find some distance from his hockey-playing life.
The days of hopscotching around North America have long been over. William has played the entirety of his career with the Leafs. Toronto has become his adopted second home. He rides the TTC to most home games these days.
He feels settled in Toronto, though, he adds with a big laugh, “With every year having a trade rumor.”
Two worlds. Two homes. Forever the life of William Nylander.
It’s how he was made.
#scooch over hughes & tkachuks. imma place the nylanders right up there with you🥹#this might be my most favourite willy article ever💕#william nylander#toronto maple leafs#team sweden#nhl global series: sweden#alex nylander#pittsburgh penguins#wbs penguins#michael nylander#hartford whalers#calgary flames#tampa bay lightning#chicago blackhawks#washington capitals#new york rangers#rasmus sandin#nicklas backstrom#alexander ovechkin#mario lemieux#i had a similar childhood moving around sm for dad's job. then fully settled in toronto as an adult. feeling real close to my bbgirl here🫶
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dad every day, coach on sunday: nolan moyle au
all credit to @power2myheart and her suggestion that nolan looks like a real estate agent
tani speaks: also this is an au and like if the teams and things don’t make sense just ignore it and pretend it does
“alex-james moyle, if you don’t come downstairs right now we’re going to be late!“ nolan yelled for his son. your husband was the coach of your children’s bantam team.
you helped your daughter load her bags into the car as your son ran out the door. nolan locked your front door and made his way to the car as you got in the passenger seat.
“you know AJ, back in michigan if any of the boys were late they had to find their own way to the rink,” nolan recalled. your son rolled his eyes as you prepared for the chaos of the rink.
once your family reached the rink, nolan gave you a kiss before heading off to get things ready for the game. your daughter, nicole, gave you a small hug before heading off to the locker room and your son just waved before walking with his friends.
“y/n!” you heard your name being called and turned to find nick blankenburg. nick gave you a hug and the two of you made your way to your seats by the glass.
after nick graduated from michigan, he had gone to play for the columbus blue jackets whilst nolan stayed to get his real estate certificate. it was in your senior year that you fell pregnant with AJ.
“hey blanks, is KJ coming as well?” you asked. it was tradition for nolan’s old teammates to come watch the first game of the season if they could. nick nodded “he and owen are on the way. i’m pretty sure briss is coming with bords and luca,” he added.
you smiled at him and nodded turning your attention to the ice. you watched as your children warmed up together and watched as nolan adjusted his tie. “has AJ been practicing the tricks i taught him?” kent asked as he and owen sat next to you.
owen came around and gave you a hug before urging kent to do the same thing. “of course he has, he wants to be just like his uncle kent,” you answered. owen explained that victoria couldn’t come because his daughter was unwell.
“the party has arrived!” brendan announced. trailing after him was bords, luca, mackie, mark and eddy. “duker and luke are in the parking lot. mini duker and mini hughes had a little bit of a shoving match,” mark explained.
it was clear to everyone in the group that luke’s son had the biggest crush on dylan’s daughter. but the two fathers would always deny the statement. luke’s son would do anything for duker’s daughter and she would get mad at him for helping her.
only once the game had started did dylan and luke come in with their children. dylan’s wife was pregnant with their second child and luke’s wife was working on another movie.
“woah is that little nicole? she’s really fast,” the boys mumbled as your daughter skated up the ice. “come on nicole.” “go mini moyle!” “go nikki!” your group cheered as nicole neared the net.
however, just as she was about the put the puck past the goalie one of the players from the opposing team checked her hard into the goal post squashing her shoulder in the process.
you watched as the same guy said something to your daughter as she cradled her arm in pain. your son was there in minutes shoving the guy away from his sister. AJ was never one to start a fight and win so when he dropped his gloves you knew this was going to be terrible.
“oh shit, AJ can fight,” brendan mumbled as everyone watched your son punch the guy. the referees were quick to break up the fight before anyone could land another punch.
the game ended with your children’s team winning and your son going to the box three times. nicole had joined you and the others in the stand after the first period she sat next to layla and enzo.
“hey nikki, how’s the arm?” nick asked your daughter. the group of you were waiting for nolan and AJ to join you for lunch. nicole didn’t look up from her phone as she shrugged “it’s okay uncle nick,”
when mark saw AJ he started clapping “look at my favourite nephew. he’s coming after my penalty minutes record,” he teased. AJ shook his head as he sat next to enzo giving the younger boy a fist bump.
nolan gave you a kiss before sitting next to you. “i think i might revoke mark’s visiting rights if AJ turns out like him,” nolan remarked. the boys laughed and continued talking amongst each other. ethan’s fiancee had joined you guys for lunch and the two of you were sat next to the children.
“nini, i swear if you don’t tell andrew what his cousin did i’ll tell him myself,” AJ announced out loud. everyone stopped their conversations and looked to your children. “who’s andrew?” nolan asked.
nicole glared at her brother before replying “no one dad. it doesn’t matter because nothing is happening,”
nolan gave nicole his dad stare but your daughter just turned to you. “mom,” she pleaded. “andrew larkin. he’s in nicole’s year and they’re just friends alex-james so don’t try starting things,” you warned.
“his cousin is the player that hit me. but he was trying to apologise before mr hot-head punched him,” she spat. when nolan realised who the kid was his face paled before he turned to his son “AJ i love you, but i cannot believe you punched my clients child. i have to see his dad tomorrow dude,” nolan groaned.
your son shrugged and continued eating his pizza as nicole returned to typing on her phone. the boys teased nolan about his meeting tomorrow until nick put a stop to it. no matter what happened captain nick always had to interfere.
ethan’s fiancee smiled over at you “i think it’s that time of year where we all go on a girls trip,” she suggested.
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An Agency Upturned
(Inspired by the beautiful people of the AU server! Enjoy!)
Puck was missing and the agency building was akin to a nest of angry bees.
This, in part was due to Headquarters handling the situation with all the grace off a wooden bat connecting with said nest.
Everyone in the building had been floored by their response. Or rather, their lack of a response.
AWOL?
That’s all they had offered up.
Just a single missive declaring Agent Puck of the Comms division AWOL.
No directives, no retrieval missions or counter intelligence operations.
Just business as usual.
There had been a raid on their agency building!
The unease was palpable. This building was supposed to be secure. A heavily guarded safe haven full of trained professionals.
But the sight of Puck's coffee mug and their over turned desk had left every agent feeling Vulnerable.
Someone out their knew where they were and last night they came in and could have accessed every sensitive piece of information this team had accumulated.
Except puck was good at their job.
In truth it was a small comfort seeing how She was still missing, but Puck had managed to lock down the servers and trigger a lockdown, securing the more sensitive hard copy Reports stored in the building behind more locks lasers and electrical fields than anyone could hope to disarm.
At least security here wasn't a total bust.
Puck was still missing though.
Reverb tapped the table top anxiously. The music in their earbuds wasn't hitting right. Frustrated, they removed them entirely and sitting them on the table, let out a long breath.
No music, but the room was anything but silent.
Raised voices down the hall demanded answers, hushed whispers spoke of just dropping their current missions entirely.
Sunflower had been sounding off ever since the news had broken.
Returning their earbuds to their rightful place, Reverb rose from their chair.
As an Agent, they may not be the type to scale buildings and never look back at explosions, but they were very good at finding things. At listening in, getting into places they had no business being in to set other agents up for the strike and right now they had more incentive to use those skills than ever before.
Tapping their left earbud twice the opened a private channel.
Thanks to Clockwork, even Headquarters couldn't listen in.
Not after what they'd done.
"Sunflower, this is Reverb." they waited for an answer.
When it came, the voice delivering the greeting was far too unhappy for their taste.
They kept walking, turning down a familiar hall that was even noisier than normal.
"I'm headed to the Lab, tell R&D they're next. I'm going out."
A hand on the door to the main Lab, Reverb waited for a particularly loud explosion to stop shaking the floor under their feet.
Yep. Whoever had attacked them last night had sealed their own fates. Every Agent was coming for them.
"We're gonna find her, Shine." Reverb ended the call and opened the door.
Time to join the chaos.
#Accidently Undercover Fanwork#Agent Puck#Homemade Blorbo thoughts#Agent Reverb#This idea stuck with me and I needed to write a little something#Accidently Undercover#HQ are jerks#Agents don't turn their backs on fellow agents#Agent Sunflower#Agent Clockwork#Agent Neon if your squint#echoes transcribed
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is it too soon to ask for some mock trades and analyses for Marner, Mo Rielly, and/or Tavares?
Not too soon, anon! Sorry I didn't get to you earlier, I've been working on this ask for about a week now, sorry it's taken so long! Let's take a look under the cut, shall we?
We're going to go backwards in this request - from Tavares to Rielly and last Marner. Bring up the drama and suspense, discuss what's easiest and move to harder topics later. Without further ado:
JOHN TAVARES: UNMOVABLE
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Tavares's contract is way too much money for his current production. He plays as a 2C and sometimes even 3C in Toronto's system. That's not a player you can pay 11 million dollars. Even if the "real price" is lower once his signing bonus is paid, it's still a terrible contract cap-wise. Additionally, Tavares's NMC makes moving him tough. It's been speculated that, even if him moving would benefit the team by allowing them to hold onto Marner, that he would not accept that proposition and would exercise his NMC to stay in Toronto with his family. It must also be considered that not many teams have room to add an $11m player who isn't playing to that potential.
This is probably one of the only trades I see making sense. Chicago is one of the only teams with the room to take on all $11m of that contract and not get an elite player out of it. We know they've been in the market for old men (see: the Foligno contract, the Hall contract, the Mrazek contract, the Perry contract...) and want players to play with Bedard in the short term. As such, you pay to dump Tavares's contract with Liljegren and a first. I don't think that's enough, but Toronto has no other good draft picks unless they add their 2026 1st. In both cases, you're hamstringing a potential retool at its knees.
Likelihood: 2/10. It makes sense but for Tavares's NMC. You'd have to strong-arm him to waive it. Additionally, the first(s) you give up are vital to a retool and could be used to trade for better players, not just the lack of players.
MORGAN RIELLY: UNFATHOMABLE
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Toronto needs good, puck-moving defensemen. Morgan Rielly is a good, puck-moving defenseman. Why are we trading him? What do I not see here? He has a full NMC for four more years, plus an M-NTC for the next two. Why?
Well. Um. Lemme think here.
Rielly is a left shot defenseman making $7.5m against the cap for the next six years. He's the only defenseman the Leafs currently have making more than $2m against the cap. That being said, there are questions about whether he's a true #1 defenseman or an above average #2.
To explain, let me pull up some JFresh cards of three #1 defensemen -
So we notice that Rielly is middling in EV offense WAR, bad at EV defense WAR, and very good at PP WAR. Karlsson is very good at EVO WAR, bad at EVD WAR, very good at PP WAR. Makar is middling in EVO WAR, good at EVD WAR, and good at PP WAR.
Past that, take a look at the microstats. Karlsson is only below average in entry denial rate, prevention of entry with possession, and hits; most of the rest of his stat sheet is bright blue, very good. Makar is only below average in d-zone retrievals (by one percentage point) and hits; past that, just about all of his stats are bright blue, very good. Rielly, however, is low on many microstat metrics, including primary shot assists, passes (yikes), and in-zone offense. This has led many to underline that he's not a "true" #1 defenseman in the way Karlsson and Makar are. Additionally, see the scouting report: he "plays too much" at 24:00 TOI, which is not #1 defenseman caliber.
All this being said, it still makes no sense to trade Rielly. He's your best defenseman by a country mile, you're in a contention window, and the rest of your defense isn't going to be able to replace that. The only way I see them moving off Rielly is if they pursue a top free agent #1 defenseman (Skjei, Montour) or someone who they believe can be a #1 defenseman (Ekman-Larsson comes to mind here). Unless they're going to try to trade for a top defenseman? No idea who would take that, though. Chychrun? But I doubt Ottawa would want to trade him to the Leafs.
Alright. Let's see a trade or three.
This is an idea where you're going Mittelstadt-for-Byram, Hall-for-Larsson, 1-for-1 trade. The difference between Rielly and Power is a little more significant, however; hence, I threw in some prospects on both sides to make it a little more palatable. Robertson is an NHL caliber player who's forced down the depth chart with the Leafs and could benefit from a team with fewer expectations and more chances for him to crack the top six; Kozak is a decent two-way player who could act as a third-line center; Hirvonen could probably will himself onto the Sabres' roster if his life so far has been any indication. Power gets a chance to be a true #1 without Dahlin in the way; Rielly acts as both a good "role model" and can play top-line minutes if needed.
Another 1-for-1, but one that's "easier", so to speak. Winnipeg has made it clear that Ehlers is on the trade block and that they're intending to contend for the near future. Rielly helps Winnipeg's defense, plus the term on his contract is enticing for a team that only has Morrissey signed past next season. Ehlers gives the core another top six winger to play with, one that's chronically underrated as well, and reduces the need to re-sign Bertuzzi and/or Domi. Here, however, you'd need to pursue a Montour or Skjei or other top defenseman in free agency.
This is a Gauthier-style trade that lets Toronto do what it really wants to - escape the cap hit of Rielly to be able to land a top defenseman in free agency. Attard is big, he's "offensive minded", and also he's very large. He seems to be a tweener at best from his career so far, but he may be able to thrive in the right system (and we know old-style hockey people like Treliving and Berube love their big defensemen). The picks get flipped later on for things like, you know, a goalie. Philly, for its part, picks up a player who is instantly their best defenseman.
Likelihood: 1/10. I don't think Treliving and company seriously want to move off Rielly. If the opportunity to upgrade presents itself, maybe, but I don't think Rielly is as "on the table" as they're saying.
MITCH MARNER: UNPALATABLE
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This is the big one. Marner's great. Nobody's doubting that. The problem is, Marner is expensive and projected to be expensive for the significant future. Additionally, Marner is, unlike Tavares, a player you can sell without having to pay for it. However, moving Marner means you either play Nylander with Matthews or play people like Bertuzzi and Knies with Matthews. Neither is optimal - Nylander has to drive his own line, especially without Marner, and Matthews needs a set-up man like Marner to unlock his full potential. Remember that one Quiz where they flat-out called Marner Matthews's superpower?
Let's take a look at trades before I go on too much about Marner's playstyle though. All of these will be assumed to happen after July 1, so that Marner's signing bonus can hit and the monetary payment for Marner drops significantly.
THE 1-for-1 trade. You thought the Rielly 1-for-1s were good, take a look at this. Nashville can afford the cap hit in full, would be able to give Marner top player time on a playoff team, and can move on from Saros by finally releasing Askarov from the Admirals. Toronto gets A Goaltender, specifically a top goaltender, which they are in desperate need of, with the possibility of extending him if they don't like what they're seeing from Woll or maybe Hildeby. It seems like Nashville is the foregone destination conclusion for Marner, but let's see some other ideas.
Toronto gets Binnington, who, despite being a... feisty player, is still a very good goalie, plus Faulk, who's a competent RHD to pair with Rielly, thus hitting their two biggest concerns. St Louis can clear a bit of cap here and picks up Marner, thus opening up Buchnevich even further for a trade to pick up assets. However, St Louis would have to grab a goalie as well if they intend on competing - Hofer is good, but not good enough to play 82 games a season. Maybe they can pick up Gibson at 50% retained, or maybe Martin Jones?
This is a fun one - Marner becoming the face of Utah Hockey. Toronto picks up a good offensive defenseman in Durzi and a solid, cost-controlled winger in Crouse, as well as what may be a near-first-round caliber 2nd and their own 2nd back. Utah is closer to contention - or at least wildcard playoff losses - than many of the non-playoff teams in the league. If not for that 14 loss streak (you know the one) they could have ended within striking distance of a wildcard. Marner might be what they need to get them there and is a clear upgrade on Crouse. Durzi's loss is compensated by the ability of Lamoureux to crack the lineup in a significant role.
Likelihood: 5/10. This seems to be what Treliving would want - to trade Marner off - but I'm not sure how feasible it really is. If I had to guess, I'm betting it's to Nashville, but the Utah idea is growing on me. It all depends if and how Marner waives his NMC.
Well! There ya have it, anon! Mock trades and ideas for all of Tavares, Rielly, and Marner. Sorry it took so long, again, and I really hope this answers your question!
If you enjoyed, drop a like, maybe reblog? It's up to you, though. Thanks for the ask, I really enjoyed working on it!
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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 12
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“They want us to record a demo?” Jeff asked for the hundredth time since the agent had talked to them.
They were in the garage they used for practice the next day. They still were on the high of suddenly having an agent. Something that they certainly wouldn’t have had without The Queen’s Crown.
“Holy shit!” Gareth said, his voice high from the excitement. “They want us to record a demo.”
“Hell yeah, they do!” Eddie said clapping a poor stunned Brian on the shoulder.
They sat in stunned silence for a couple of minutes.
“This doesn’t mean we’ve made it,” Brian said softly, barely above a whisper.
“No,” Eddie agreed. “But making a demo to shop around to all the labels is a hell of lot closer than we were two weeks ago.”
Gareth let out a shuddering breath. “I thought that song would do it for us, you know. That it would put us on the map.”
“Hey,” Jeff said. “It still might. We just have to knock the recording out of the ballpark too.”
“Think of it as a campaign,” Eddie suggested. “You found the magical item, now you just got to get to the final boss. There’ll be other adventures along the way, but we’ll get there.”
They all nodded.
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Steve was set to start his painting. Eddie was strewn out on a bed of red satin, his hair a halo around his head, his body beautifully stretched. Steve yearned.
He yearned to press his lips on the indent of Eddie’s collar bone. To taste the line where hip met leg. To run his fingers through those dark locks. To bring a flush to those pale cheeks.
Steve bit down on his lip. He couldn’t fuck this up. Not like what he did last year. He had to paint the whole thing. His face, his thighs, his cock. Steve couldn’t cover anything up or place anything in the frame that cover any part of Eddie.
Everything else? Was completely up to interpretation. He could Lucifer fallen from heaven (if you wanted to torture yourself with painting wings). He could be fair Lysander asleep from Puck’s flower. He could be from any myth, legend or story.
Steve had chosen Eros asleep when Psyche comes to him the first time. Because if there was anyone who fit the god of desire and love, it was Eddie.
He got to work on sketching Eddie’s outline. Choosing the scene carefully. And then when he was home he would work on painting the bed, using an old catalogue as reference for the four poster bed he wanted.
Every time Joyce walked by when he was painting Eddie, she would nod her approval and walk on.
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“Fuck, Chrissy!” Eddie cried, burying his face into the throw pillows on her sofa. “The way he looks at me makes it very hard not to get aroused. And I cannot get aroused. I’ve tried thinking of horror movies, cataloguing my band t-shirts in order of when I got them, or even Jeff in a tutu!”
She patted his head gently. “Is this beer, ice cream, or Chinese food freak out?”
Eddie raised his head thoughtfully. “Chinese food.”
Chrissy nodded and went to go make their order. She squeezed onto the sofa between his head and the armrest. She began threading her fingers gently through his hair.
“Do you think he’s doing it on purpose? Like to fuck with you?” she asked softly. “Or you think he has the hots for you so bad it’s leaking out all over the place?”
Eddie slowly sat up next to her and put his head on her shoulder. “I want to believe it’s the latter. But we really haven’t done much except grab the occasional coffee. We text and call all the time, but I don’t know what means.”
“Have you told him you’ve had a crush on him for awhile?” Chrissy asked. Her and Pearl spent most of their shifts together complaining about how their best friends were morons that kept making googly eyes at each other.
“No...” Eddie said with a sigh, dragging his hands over face. “Because of the nude thing.”
“What’s up with the nude thing that prevents you from going after what you want?” She shifted on the sofa to prop her head up on her fist, her elbow on the back of the sofa.
“It’s already hard enough keeping everything down,” he gestured vaguely below his waist, “but add actually knowing what he tastes like, knowing what his skin feels like under my hands, my lips, my tongue? It would take all of two fucking seconds of him looking at me with those bedroom eyes and I’d be harder than that god damn concrete floor.”
Chrissy giggled. “Yeah, I could see how that would be a problem. That’s the best part about being a woman, when we get aroused, it’s a lot harder to tell.”
Eddie scoffed. “Which also makes it the worst part about being a woman because then it means the other person is fucking clueless.”
“Mostly guys,” she agreed.
“Are you glad you’re a lesbian?” he teased, going into tickle her sides.
She squealed with laughter and batted him aside. “Knock that off.”
Just then the doorbell rang. “That’s our food. Saved by the bell.”
Chrissy hopped up to get the food and paid. She set their food on the coffee table and began going through the boxes.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Eddie said. “I could have at least covered the tip.”
Chrissy laughed. “Babe, you’re working part time as model and getting paid by the gig. Save your money. I get paid $15 an hour plus tips. Believe me when I say, I’ve got this.”
He kissed her cheek. “I’m glad the Queen’s Crown is working out for you, sweetie. You seem so much happier since you’ve started working there.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “And Diamond is thinking of hiring a third bartender things are going so well. It used to be that they only needed the one on week days and two on Fridays and Saturdays, which is when Diamond would step in and help. But with how well Garnet and I get on, we have more people coming in on the week days and we’re getting better tips, too. So Diamond wants to bring in a third so that Garnet leaves we’ll still have two at the bar.”
“Wow,” Eddie said. “I’ve been stuck in the same place for so long...” he spread out his hands, “I forgot what freedom was. We’ve been in the studio recording the last couple of weeks working on our demo to be shopped around.” He sighed heavily. “I’ve writing every moment I can. Hell, most of my best lyrics come from me just lying there for three hours. Well...the ones that don’t have Steve in them, anyway.”
Chrissy laughed. “Oh, I’m sure the lyrics that come from those classes are way to risque for radio.”
Eddie blushed and shoved hair in front of his face. “Shit, Chris. I don’t know.”
She ate her food thoughtfully watching Eddie push his food around. She nudged his shoulder with hers. “So what’s the real problem?” He looked up at her confusion. “I know you. There is something else that’s bothering you, love. You’re wound up so tight.”
Eddie shrugged. “I don’t know.” He set his food down and clasped his hands together, looking down at his feet.
She bumped him again. “You just talked about the freedom to write music, to get the chance to really do something with your life. But I don’t see it in your features, babe.”
“What happens to Steve if I do get a record deal and have to start touring?” he muttered mournfully. “What happens if we’re more than friends when we leave? I just feel torn apart. Having to chose between the life I’ve always dreamed, and my man of my dreams. I don’t know if I would chose touring with the guys if it came down it.” He threw his arms around her. “I would chose Steve every time and that scares me.”
“Oh.” She set her own food on the floor and wrapped her arms him. “Oh, sweetie. That’s why you have to talk to him. Because it sounds to me like those questions have answers only he can give.”
Eddie let out a sob. “What if the answer is that he doesn’t want to try because he doesn’t want to be left behind?”
She kissed the top of his head. “How would you be leaving him behind? Just because he stays in one place while you tour, doesn’t mean you’ve left him behind. It just means you’ve given yourself a home to come back to.”
Eddie looked up at her in awe. “Oh.” He snuggled in close. “You’re the best friend an idiot could ask for.”
She poked his side until he squirmed. “You’re not an idiot, Eddie. Anymore than you were an asshole about Steve. You can only work with the knowledge you have. And yeah, maybe some of your choices were pretty fucked up, you were able to move past it and become friends.”
Eddie let out a shuddering breath. And then another. “I love you, Chrissy.”
“I know, sweetie,” Chrissy murmured, kissing the top of his head.
*
“You wanted to know who Garnet is,” Jonathan snapped. “So that’s why we’re here.”
Nancy sighed. “Doesn’t this go against the bar’s rules or whatever?”
Jonathan threw his arms in the air. “I don’t care at this point. They all know who I am and I know who they are. Because shit happens outside of work sometimes and it gets revealed.”
Nancy rolled her eyes. “I’ll just go to the bar tonight like Onyx suggested.”
Jonathan furrowed his brow. “No. Absolutely not. Because if you do, you’ll get upset and if you get upset, you’ll make a scene and if you make a scene Diamond will ban you.”
It was Nancy’s turn to throw her arms in the air. “Can’t you just tell me who it is?”
“Because you wouldn’t believe him,” a warm, gentle voice said behind her.
She whirled around and gasped. “Steve!”
Steve smiled sadly. “Hey, Nance.”
She looked back and forth between Jonathan and Steve in shock. “He’s Garnet?”
Both men nodded.
“Pure coincidence,” Jonathan said. “I had been working at the bar for a year when we needed a new bartender. Steve came in with Robin and they were both hired.”
Nancy’s eyebrows shot up. “Robin works there too?”
“Yup!” Steve said with a smile. The smile slowly slid from his face. “Look. I know me turning out to be gay was hard on you. Especially with how it all came out. But just remember, I didn’t come out because I wanted to, it was because I forced to.”
Nancy buried her head in her hands, she looked up at him, anger sparking in her eyes. “If you hadn’t tried to be a hero...”
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t just hear you say that it would have been better for a girl to be raped and not realize I’m gay over what I did,” Steve snarled.
She opened her mouth to refute him but no sound would come out.
“I’m sorry it ruined your life, Nancy,” Steve said. “But it wasn’t just your life that was ruined. Do you know long it took for me me to walk down the street without people whispering behind their fingers? How long it took to be able to look at myself in the mirror because of the scars around my neck? I’m sorry I’m the reason you can’t trust Jonathan, but fucking hell Nancy, you aren’t as big as the victim you are making yourself out to be.”
Jonathan touched her elbow. “I didn’t know you felt this way. You need to talk to someone, Nance. That was some pretty messed up shit I just heard.”
Her lip began to quiver. “I didn’t mean that. I swear I didn’t. Because you’re right, that was so mess up.” She let out a shuddering breath. “The newspaper has someone...I’ll give him a call.”
Steve reached out and held open his arms to her. Nancy wavered a moment, looking to Jonathan. He nodded and she ran for Steve’s arms. He wrapped her up in a fierce hug.
“I’m sorry, Steve,” she whispered. “I’ve just been so angry for so long.”
He kissed the top of her head. “You’ve got a good boyfriend there, Nance. Take advantage of that, okay?”
Nancy nodded. “Okay.”
He gave her a brief squeeze and let her go. “I’ve got to get to class. But you take care of yourself, you hear?”
She smiled and let Jonathan lead her away.
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closed starter for @slccpover bc i’m her bitch .
it’s 6 o'clock on the dot when the first signs of an intruder begin filling the valmont residence with life : tinkling metals like cymbals echoing down the hall , the gentle pitter-patter of combined footsteps climbing the long staircase in cahoots , following a trail of muffled girlish giggles ( different voices mingled into a dissonant cacophony of feminine whispers ) . ‘ sshhh ’ hushes a distinct , male voice , standing out from its peers , breathy and suppressing tangible amusement . heavier footsteps . the front door only makes a sound as it’s shut --- alas , not as discreet as he’d hoped , sebastian is caught crossing the threshold of the wide arch in the dining room and promptly summoned by a stern , familiar : ‘sebastian’ . foolishly , he was hoping to avoid this encounter . with a disappointed sigh , he considers pretending he was dead for a minute before walking backwards , heel on heel , like a child caught red-handed , lips pucked and ivory skin covered in different shades of lipstick . “ [ ... ] yes ? ” beckons the younger valmont , blinking innocently in his failed attempt to charm his father .
“ did you think i wouldn’t notice an alfa romeo in the driveway this morning ? ” wouldn’t is a strong word --- hoped , maybe . “ ---- or that you can just storm in in the middle of the night now every time your mother casts you out , like this is a hotel ? ” sebastian sucks in a breath as rupert goes on and on like a child being scolded , hands tied behind his back . “ --- i didn’t wanna wake you . or god forbid , walk into something i can’t unsee , ” at that implication , those sharp bluebell eyes swivel to the chaos agent woman at the table , for the very first , but don’t linger . it’s a half-truth --- he also had no desire to grovel , ask for permission to stay in the place he grew up in , or make nice with lady medusa , who had done nothing but wreck havoc on his already barely tolerable home . “ besides , it was past your bed time . ” can’t stop his forked-tongue from taking that shot --- and earns a twitch of a contemptuous smile from his father . what else is new ? he still hasn’t addressed her . “ ---- well , if you’re gonna stay , ” rupert snatches the glass of orange juice sebastian was pouring for himself and takes it --- his mouth opens to protest but nothing comes out . “ you might as well help out . danica needs someone to go with her to the --- ” oh fuck no . his face probably says as much . “ ---- please say d'hondt . ” he doesn’t . “ my fiance , sebastian . ” sebastian crinkles his nose , sinking into a seat like he’s just been handed punishment . “ that’s my least favorite danica . ” he makes eye-contact again , almost pouting --- the base of his wrist squishing his cheek . “ why don’t you go with her ? ---- she’s your fiance , i’m sure she’d rather be there with you . ” for some reason . “ some of us have to work for a living , sebastian . ”
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I love the difference between these two “headshots” (neither really fit the needs of a proper headshot, I got these for free). The top one is the one my agents picked.
And these are the two I tend to use.
I do think the top one looks like I’m a gremlin about to eat your face, whereas the other two are a tough guy image that’s hard to sell at 4′11″.
Fuck it. I wanna show you more character-driven shots. All tough boi for some reason.
This one is cool, but I was legitimately so cold at this point I could barely hold the glass. I was actually shaking by this point.
Evil Puck.
Way more normal me.
Dean Winchester wannabe.
Look, I just think it’s funny that I haven’t decided on a type yet and stuck to it.
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Hello turtles, I'm agent John bishop from the EPF, I am tasked to take down these troublesome turtles.
Pests form another universe (dangerous capture immediately):
Donnie: @donvonryan
Leo: @leontheluxuriousone
Mikey: @mikey-the-mischevious
Raph: @raph-reign17
Other turtle? (Escaped): @riseleon
Cat thing: @valkyriefae1 ((DID IT WORK?!))
Idiots on the wrong side:
Casey: @thecassclan
Casey Junior: @hugzfromcaseyjr
April: @aprilthefiercequeen
Usagi!: @yokai-nerd
The future dangerous turtles:
Future Leo: @ninjas-greatest-weapon
Future Mikey: @marvelousmichelangelo
Future Raph: @b1g-raph1e
Future Donnie: @genius-othello
Other turtles and humans (not dangerous, capture them):
Alt Leo: @captain-ryans-no1-fan
Alt Raph: @im-a-turtle-with-anger-issues
Alt Mikey: @the-party-dude
Alt Donnie: @donniepedia-the-encyclopedia
Casey : @goongala-hockey-puck
My troublesome turtles: (capture ASAP)
Leo: @leos-katanas
Raph:
Donnie:
Mikey:
Luna: @the-multiverse-jumper
More turtles (pretty dangerous):
Ronin: @last-ronin (captured)
Yi: @genius-in-training
Who tf are these people? (Not worth my time)
Raph: @the-rager-ever
Donnie: @donnie-the-weeb
Mikey:
Leo:
April:
Keep and eye on these ones (could be troublesome):
Big mama: @bigmama10ffical
Repo: @repo-maniac
Allies or enemies:
Stella(???):@stella-kessho-reporting-for-duty
Alex(???): @smartass-opposum
Mj?(???): @traumatisedspider
Rosemary(???): @rosewater-n-rosemary
Karai: @karaiirl
Rena (oc)(???): @rena-hoshimi-at-duty
Cerulean (oc)(???): @the-frog-assassin
Weird ass thing:
Frankenfoot(???): @froot-by-da-frankenfoot
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Bishop answers
Bishop asks
John bishop
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