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thebluenoteblog · 4 years

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Consequences

Summary: If only you and Vince had met each other before you had met the people you were already attached to. Then maybe, just maybe this wouldn't be such a mess.

Player: Vince Dunn

Word Count: 4.9k

Notes: This is an old imagine that I wrote before I started my blog. I haven't had time to write anything the past couple of days and I really like this one so I decided to post it. I was a little hesitant because of the subject matter so I would like to say that I do not support cheating and I am in no way trying to glamorize it.

Vince pulled his pants back up and pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling you against him. “We just broke so many of our rules,” you mumbled against his lips. You smoothed your hands over the now wrinkled fabric of his game day dress shirt.

He pulled back with a smile, “Who cares?” He asked, “The whole team already figured it out anyway.”

“That isn’t a good thing Vince,” you said with a sigh, looking away from him and shaking your head. “You have Allison and I have Carter. It’s more than just us involved here.”

He nodded like he understood, but there was a frown etched on his face in place of the carefree expression that had been there before. There was nothing he hated more than being reminded that he had a girlfriend when he was with you, except maybe being reminded that you had a boyfriend. He definitely hated that more.

He moved in to kiss you again, claim what wasn’t his one more time before you had to leave and go home to someone else, someone who wasn’t him. However, you turned away with a heavy sigh when your phone started to ring. A familiar ring tone that he hated because it always signaled the end of your time together.

He had a girlfriend, but she was a student at the University of Toronto and rarely visited. It was different. Sometimes it felt like she wasn’t even a part of his life. You were a bigger part, that was for sure, and if he had met you before he had met Allison and you had met Carter, he knew you would be together.

But that isn’t how things had worked out. He’d known Allison since he was fourteen, and he was twenty-three now. Everyone was just waiting for them to get married. You and Carter had been together for three years, and he was a firefighter for god’s sake. How do you break a firefighter’s heart?

You placed a hand on his cheek and said, “We leave for a road trip tomorrow, then I’m all yours for a week.”

Then you were out of his arms and across the room, picking up your phone from where it had fallen to the floor after being knocked off your desk. You answered the call without waiting for his response. Vince tucked his shirt in and pulled his suit jacket on over it, then headed out the door doing his best to tune out the conversation.

He passed a guard he recognized in the hallway and pointed at your office, “Hey, can you walk her to her car when she’s ready? We just finished an interview and I have somewhere I have to be.”

The guard gave him a knowing look but nodded, “Yeah I’ll make sure she gets there safe.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” He paused, about to say something, then decided that at this point, silence was his best defense.

*********

You arrived home to find a freshly prepared meal sitting on the kitchen table. You smiled at Carter who stood in front of the candle lit dinner with a satisfied but nervous look on his face. “You know it’s after eleven o’clock, right?” You asked.

“I’m aware,” he answered as he pulled out your chair, the same place you always sat, “Now come eat.”

You slowly sat your purse down on the couch and took a seat at the table. He sat down across from you and said, “I just put it on the table about ten minutes after we hung up the phone, so everything should be warm.”

You picked up your fork and took a bite. As expected, it was delicious. Carter had always been an excellent cook and in the past three years you had been together, he had only gotten better.

“You’re home late,” he said, “Get held up working on a post?”

You nodded, “Yeah it’ll go up right before we leave tomorrow.” You said. It was a good post, and fans would love to get a behind the scene view of Vince. Though maybe in hindsight it hadn’t been such a good idea to interview him alone in your office after everyone had left for the night. This you would concede too. However, maybe… maybe you wanted it to happen.

Maybe only having him on road trips wasn’t enough anymore. You realized you’d zoned out when Carter laughed, “Must be some post. Can’t wait to see it.”

Yeah. Can’t wait.

You went about your meal and you were just about to excuse yourself and head off to bed after a long, exhausting day with whatever excuse you could think of when he said, “One more thing, (Y/N).”

You smiled patiently at him, it was after midnight and you had to be on the tarmac at noon. “What is it?” You asked.

He stood from his chair and dropped down to one knee in front of you. Your heart flipped in your chest and your stomach churned. Oh god. How much worse could his timing be?

“(Y/N), I know it’s late and you’re tired. I know you’re only twenty-three and your career is complicated, but I love you. I love you more than anything. I love you enough to make anything work. So, will you marry me?”

You stared at him quietly for a few heartbeats before you managed to squeak out, “Carter... Carter like you said I’m only twenty-three and my career is so complicated.” Vince. “I… Can I think about it on the trip? I’ll have an answer for you on the tarmac when we land.” Vince.

He closed the box and rose to his feet, “Yeah… yeah of course you can. That’s fine.” He shook his head, “I get it.”

Vince.

*******

You knocked three soft raps on his hotel room door and before your hand had even dropped, it was swinging open, and there he was, a pair of jeans low on his hips, the waistband of his underwear sticking out and no shirt. Classy. His hair was still wet like he’d just showered and the smell of his body wash in the room was so overwhelming it made you want to crawl into his arms and live there forever.

He pulled you into the room and pushed the door shut, then backed you up against the wall, “God I’ve missed you.” He whispered, lowering his mouth to yours.

You let him, for a moment you let yourself indulge in the kiss because god this was what you wanted. This was what you needed. However, you knew the ultimatum you were about to give him and lord where you terrified of how it was going to turn out.

You eventually pushed him back and turned your face to the side when he tried to come back for more which he took as an invitation to move to your neck where he licked a stripe over your collarbone, then nibbled the crook of your neck, careful not to leave a mark. “Vince…” You sighed, but it wasn’t a good sigh. It was a distracted, upset, I need to talk sigh and he could tell the second the word left your mouth that something was wrong.

He pulled back and looked into your eyes, his lips swollen perfectly, and his eyes concerned in a way that made you want to back out of this ultimatum idea completely. However, Carter had made your current situation unsustainable. Not that it was sustainable, ethical, or right from the beginning, but there was no way you could accept Carter’s engagement while your heart belonged to Vince. It wasn’t fair to you or to Carter.

That left the ball in Vince’s court.

“Carter proposed.”

Vince dropped his hands from your waist and took a shocked step backwards. You may have been imagining it, but you would swear that his face paled. “Did you say yes?” He asked.

You shook your head, meeting his blue eyes, “I told him I had to think about it.”

“Why?” He asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

You looked past him and out the wall of windows at the New York skyline. This was the part you were most nervous about. “I don’t love him the way I should.”

He just continued to stare at you with his brows furrowed, ignoring the way his heart jumped in his chest and forcing his mind not to get ahead of itself. “But… you’ve been with him for three years.”

“And I can’t marry him when I would rather be with you,” you said. There were so many more words you wanted to add. The way it felt wrong when Carter held you because Vince’s arms felt so right or the way sometimes kissing Carter felt like a betrayal to Vince and you had to remind yourself that it was the other way around. However, you couldn’t say those things, because just those words that you already put out there are crossing lines that the two of you had set when this whole thing started.

The words sat heavily between you as you waited for a reaction from him, any reaction at all.

Vince closed his eyes because, god he couldn’t think straight when he was looking at you. He knew you were waiting for a response and he knew what he wanted to say. Just hearing you say those words… hearing you say that you wanted to be with him for real, more than you wanted to be with Carter. That you would pick being with him over a marriage proposal, something that you’d wanted your entire life… it made parts of him happy that he didn’t even know existed.

But there was another part of his brain, the part that had been with Allison for nine years. The part that didn’t know anything else. The part that knew how disappointed his family would be if he ended things with her and he just couldn’t do that. He couldn’t end a nine year long relationship, one that started in high school, and immediately be seen dating the teams media manager. She would know. His family would know. It would break her. They would be so disappointed.

It didn’t matter what he wanted. Like you had said, there were more people involved here than just the two of you.

He opened his eyes and stared at your forehead as he said, “(Y/N), I can’t leave her.”

You nodded slowly and he could see the tears welling in your eyes, “Okay…” you said, “Okay, I get it. I guess I just… I was wrong though. I never should have put you in that position. I should have just come here tonight to break things off.”

His breath hitched, “You’re ending this?” He asked.

You looked at him like the answer should have been obvious, but the moment was short, and the effort was weak on your part as your eyes were still watery. “Carter is going to be waiting for my answer on the tarmac when we get home in a week. I’m going to say yes. This can’t happen anymore after that. Not when I’m engaged. Not after tonight. Not after what I said.” You paused, “Not after what you said. Besides, I can’t keep halfway loving him because I’m putting my heart somewhere else every time I go to work. It isn’t fair to anyone.”

He felt his stomach drop. You were going to say yes. You were going to marry him. He hadn’t considered that possibility. Five minutes ago, you had said that you didn’t love Carter. Now you were ready to say, ‘I do’? “You’re going to marry him?” He asked quietly.

You nodded, “Don’t you plan on marrying Allison? Why else would you stay with someone for nine years?”

Leaving him with all of that to think about, you turned and left the room, pulling the door shut quietly behind you.

*********

You were off the plane last, after all the players as was protocol for the media personnel. You did your best to focus your eyes on Carter, leaning against his truck parked toward the back of the crowd of cars. You also did your best to keep your eyes averted from Vince who was standing next to Jordan and his girlfriend who were giving him a ride home as they lived in the same apartment complex.

You made your way to Carter, fully aware of Vince’s gaze on your back as you walked to him. When you got there the first thing he did was pull you to him and press a kiss to your lips. A kiss that made a knot form in Vince’s stomach. But that was nothing compared to how he felt about what happened next.

The next thing Carter did was pull a small velvet box out of his pocket. It was black, not a Tiffany box or anything fancy like something that he would have gotten you, he noted, then immediately wondered why that thought had even occurred to him because the idea of proposing to Allison had never, in nine years crossed his mind. Even with her and his whole family prodding him.

Carter looked at you and asked quietly, “Did you have time to think?”

You nodded your head and smiled at him, “I would love to marry you, Carter,” you said.

He opened the box and slipped the ring on your finger. He gathered you up in his arms and spun you in a circle with your arms around his neck. The ring caught the sun and sparkled. It wasn’t huge, not like something he could afford to buy you, but it was pretty. Vince turned his head away, opening the car door, even as Cris attempted to make her way over to congratulate the two of you. Jordan stayed by his side, “You okay Dunner?” He asked.

Vince shook his head, “I just want to go home.”

Jordan seemed to get it, “Yeah man, sure thing.” He headed off to collect his misses and by the time he came back, Vince and his bag were already in the back seat staring out the window in the opposite direction of all the commotion.

*********

It was almost a month later and two road trips had passed without incident. Your mother and sister had jumped into the wedding planning with full enthusiasm, more enthusiasm than you actually, granted you were still fully convinced that given the chance you would drop the ring at Carter’s feet for a chance to be with Vince.

In short you weren’t sure you were doing the right thing by agreeing to marry him.

However, you were in too deep and now it looked like you were getting married to the man you loved the less of the two. As you lounged on the couch of your hotel room, contemplating this with a glass of wine in your hand and your kindle sitting unread in your lap, you gazed out the window at your view of LA.

You were mid train of thought when there was a knock on your door. Having absolutely no idea who it could be, you checked through the peep hole before opening it. Of course. A six-foot-tall defenceman who excelled at being the main source of trouble in your life. You would have left him standing in the hallway, but you were afraid someone would see him and though most of the players had the two of you figured out, the media side was a different story and that’s who you shared a floor with.

You would also be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t miss being alone with him. Talking to him. Being close enough to smell the combination of his cologne and shampoo and body wash. Everything. You missed it. You missed him.

He stood outside the door, ready to knock again when the door flew open and you pulled him inside. You pushed it closed quietly behind him and asked, “Are you crazy? The last thing we need is some reporter from the Athletic finding out about our affairs.”

His jaw worked for a moment before he responded, “I’m sorry. I had to see you.”

“Why Vince?” You asked, crossing your arms and jutting your chin out in that stubborn way that he loved. God you had so much fire. You had so much passion. You gave as good as you got. Whether you were debating or fighting or fucking. It was one of the things he loved about you.

And god was he realizing that he loved you.

He opened his mouth and closed it again, then decided on, “(Y/N), God (Y/N), I miss you. I can’t stay away from you. I can’t get you out of my head. All I do is think about you. About how fucked up everything is. I’ve been playing like shit half the time because I can’t focus.”

You shook your head, that stubborn set of your chin still firmly in place, “You don’t get to miss me, Vince. I gave you the choice to have me. I tried to pick you over him. I could be with you right now and then you would never have to miss me again. You made your bed. Now lay in it.”

Vince took a step toward you, placing his hand on your cheek, his eyes were sad, defeated. Underneath all the anger he could see that yours were too. “I’m so sorry.” He said, “I’m so, so sorry this is how we met. I’m so sorry this is how everything went down. I’m so sorry things weren’t different.”

You were blinking back tears now, and your defenses were mostly gone as you replied, “I’m sorry too, Vince. I wish things were different.”

He pressed your foreheads together and for a second, he considered making them different. He considered flying Allison out to St. Louis, so he could break up with her. Shitty? Yes. Shittier then what he had been up to for the past year with you? No.

Then he remembered all the reasons he shouldn’t. Now there was one more. The cold metal he could feel against his cheek where your hand was pressed. Seeing that god damned ring every day would be the death of him.

He didn’t know why he did it. Maybe it was because he missed you. Maybe it was because the ring was making him crazy and he wanted to feel like you were still some part his, even for a second. He ducked his head and pressed his lips to yours. You responded immediately, moving both your hands to the sides of his neck. He wrapped his around your back, pulling you tight against him.

The kiss was slow and loving. It said so many things that neither of you could.

Though eventually, before it could go any further, you pulled back and said, “I think you should leave.”

He swallowed and pushed down every part of him that screamed stay stay stay stay.

He heard the lock click as soon as the door shut behind him.

*********

Luckily, he got back on his game after a few ass chewing’s from Chief and extra practice sessions. The Blues were on a five-game win streak and he was feeling good after logging points in three of his last four games. He looked really good in comparison to the stretch of bad games he’d played with his head up his ass.

Not that it wasn’t still there.

He’d quickly discovered that the only thing worse than knowing you were engaged and seeing the ring every day, was hearing you talk about the wedding. He was taping his stick sitting on the bench, like he did before every morning skate. He had discovered quickly that you were sitting off in the stands behind him with one of the girls from the Blue Crew. You were interviewing her at first, asking her questions about what it was like to do her job. A few juicy things that fans would like.

God just your voice was enough to set him off balance. He fucked up the tape and had to pull it off and start again. It had to be perfect. Superstitious maybe, but it worked. Usually.

Then the conversation changed. The girl was apparently friends with you. Something he didn’t know. He guessed that there were a lot of parts of your life he knew nothing about. She asked you about the wedding and you started to talk about dresses and makeup and hair and bridesmaids. After about ten minutes (Vince had long since finished taping his sticks, he was now just torturing himself), you revealed, “Honestly, my mom and sister are doing most of the planning.”

Your friend asks, “Why haven’t you been planning it?”

You hesitated before answering, “I don’t know. I guess I’m just really busy.”

But Vince knew the truth. You still didn’t want to marry Carter. You still wanted him. He still had a chance. He thought about all of the pain he’d felt since the moment you looked over his shoulder at those damn New York city lights and told him that Carter had proposed. He didn’t think he would ever enjoy being in New York again. That city forever had a red X burned over it in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he realized, that if that moment, if losing you, was powerful enough to ruin an entire city for him, wasn’t that a love worth saving? Wasn’t that a love worth going to war for? Even if it was a war with his own family?

He thought about every shitty game he’d played because of how thoughts of losing you had consumed every moment of his life, waking and sleeping. He thought of the kiss you had shared just a couple weeks earlier. He thought of the tearful look in your eyes when he’d told you that he wouldn’t leave Allison; but had Allison ever once, in nine years, made him feel the way that you made him feel every day?

He knew the answer immediately.

No.

*********

Two weeks later the team arrived in Toronto as the second stop on their Canadian road trip after picking up a win in Winnipeg. Vince grabbed his key and made his way quickly to his room, deposited his bag and called for an Uber.

Not long after, he pulled up in front of Allison’s apartment building. He stood outside her door for a long time, not quite sure what he was going to say now that he was actually standing on her welcome mat. He’d rehearsed it a thousand times in his head over the past two weeks, but now? Now he didn’t know what the hell to say.

He reached up and knocked on the door. She appeared a second later, looking just as he remembered her. Comfortable. That’s what he always felt around her. Comfortable. Not passionate. No all-consuming love. She wasn’t the one that popped into his head when love songs came on in the car. She was just… comfortable.

She smiled a huge smile and threw her arms around him, “Vince, what are you doing here?” She asked. “I thought I was picking you up at the hotel in an hour.”

He swallowed, he needed to do this now. “Allison, we need to talk.”

She pulled back and met his gaze. It was obvious that she didn’t like whatever she saw there. “Do… do you want to come in?” She asked, stepping aside. “My roommates are in class right now.”

He shook his head, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” It felt wrong to walk into her apartment and act like nothing was wrong after what he had spent the last year doing. Especially considering what he was about to do right now.

She paled, “Vince, what did you do?” She whispered, a look of genuine horror crossing her features.

He looked down at his shoes, not able to meet her eyes. He never meant to hurt her. That was never his intention, and that’s exactly what he told her. She balked at him, “I’m so glad you thought of that before you what… cheated on me I’m guessing?”

He looked up, meeting her hurt eyes, “I’m sorry this didn’t work Allison. I’m sorry we put so much time into each other and this is how it ended.”

She stepped through the archway of the door, closer to him and placed a hand on his cheek, “Vince, we can get through this.”

“I don’t want to.” He said stepping away from her and pulling her hand off of his face. It felt wrong. She shouldn’t be touching him anymore, he had already decided that two weeks ago. Maybe he had decided it a lot longer ago than that, he just hadn’t figured it out yet.

Allison shook her head, tears coming to her eyes, “You’re in love with someone else.” She stated. A fact, not a question.

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

She turned and walked back into the apartment, shutting the door behind her. He heard the chain slide and the lock click, sealing him out. There was a finality to it. Like the last string had been severed. They were done.

He had just ended a nine-year long relationship for a woman who was engaged to another man. On paper, it sounded like a horrible decision. In his heart, he knew that he couldn’t have made a better one.

*********

You had the day off the next day, and it was still early when Vince knocked on your door. You were awake and ready for the day though, sitting on the couch in the room working on a graphic to post advertising the game the next day. You hadn’t been sleeping well, so you’d spent a lot of extra time working.

When the insistent knocks pulled you out of your zone, you closed the MacBook and placed it on the couch cushions beside you before making your way to the door. You already had a pretty solid idea of who it was. Sure enough, there stood the source of all your problems, looking good as ever with his eyes leveled on you.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

Why the hell not? You nodded and stepped aside for him to enter. He walked past you into the room and the door clicked shut behind him. “What are you doing here, Vince? I told you last time-,”

He spun so fast that he would have been dizzy if he wasn’t so in shape and cut you off, “I love you.” The words left his mouth in a rush and you were left standing with your mouth parted around the word you were in the process of saying, frozen in shock with wide eyes. After a second you closed your mouth and he continued. “God, (Y/N). I love you so much. I’ve loved you for a long time, that’s why I could never stay away from you even though I should have and now… Now I’m so glad I didn’t because even if you don’t say yes to me then I still have a years’ worth of memories with you even if I can’t ever tell anyone about them.”

You looked completely taken aback and he didn’t know if that was a good or a bad sign, but you said, “What would I be saying yes to?”

“I should have told you I loved you that night in New York when you asked me if you should marry Carter. But I didn’t and that will forever be the biggest mistake of my life,” He paused and grabbed your hand, the one with the ring on it, “I left Allison last night. She knows there was someone else, she could see it on my face, how much I love you, when she told me we could make it work.”

You sucked in a breath and studied his face, but he was staring at the ring on your finger with an unreadable expression.

“I love you too much to let you marry another man. Especially a man you said yourself you don’t love as much as you love me. I want to be with you, (Y/N). I want us to be together.” He looked up into your eyes and whispered, “Please take off that ring. And someday soon I’ll get you one, when it won’t be as much of a shock to everyone otherwise I’d have one right now.”

He waited, fully aware that he was holding his breath for a solid thirty seconds before you pulled your hand out of his. He felt his heart sink and shatter at the same time, but then something amazing happened.

You slid the ring off of your finger and placed it on the small table beside you, your eyes never leaving his. You still had a long, complicated road ahead of you, but for now all that mattered was that you had each other. For the first time you belonged to each other completely. After this road trip there would be no more sneaking, no more hiding. It would be just the two of you. Forever.

And there were a lot of things Vince was certain about, but one stood out as you pulled him down to kiss you.

He wasn’t going to wait long to buy you that ring.

Consequences be damned.

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captain-tch · 3 years

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All That I Can Give

summary: kiko is a struggling business owner, who gets thrown into the chaos of the borderlands. when she makes a mistake that will threaten her life, she learns just how far she will go to keep herself alive.

TW: DEATH, MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, MENTAL HEALTH, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, VIOLENCE

chapter 3: two truths and a lie

previous chapter

Kiko was sweating so hard she thought she wouldn’t be able to get out of her chair. She was praying no one would be able to see, but with all the eight players sat in a circle, she was certain they all had a front seat view to the perspiration building on her forehead.

In front of them all was a polygraph. From the frowns on some peoples faces, it was clear they were confused as to what it was, some of them even glancing at the foreign device cautiously. Still they followed the instructions from the bodiless voice to connect themselves to it. Kiko prayed it didn’t mistake the racing of her heart as a lie.

“RULES: ONE PLAYER WILL TELL THE OTHER PLAYERS TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE. WHAT LIE THEY TELL AND WHAT THESE TRUTHS ARE ABOUT WILL BE DISPLAYED ON YOUR DEVICES. IF YOU DO NOT TELL THE SPECIFIED TRUTH OR TELL THE LIE YOU ARE TOLD, THEN YOU WILL BE DISQUALIFIED. YOU CAN ASK EACH PLAYER TWO QUESTIONS. THOSE THAT CORRECTLY IDENTIFY THE LIE WILL WIN AND CONTINUE TO PLAY THE NEXT ROUND, UNTIL ALL PLAYERS HAVE HAD A TURN.”

Something about the word disqualified rang alarm bells in her head. Kiko watched the boy in front of her carefully, seeing how he flinched when the voice said this. It clearly wasn’t disqualification as Kiko knew it, but something far more sinister.

“YOU HAVE 30 MINUTES. GOOD LUCK.”

As soon as the voice stopped talking, Kiko’s phone flashed. All around the room her fellow players reached for their phones, reading the information displayed to them on the screen. She took a moment to gauge their reactions - a man in shorts raised a brow before putting his phone face down, glancing nervously at the person next to him, another man with glasses smiled, and the middle aged woman Kiko spoke to earlier was impassive. The teenage boy sat directly in front of her didn’t even look at his phone.

Taking a deep breath, Kiko read the information on the screen.

TELL A TRUTH ABOUT YOUR DARKEST TIME. TELL A TRUTH ABOUT YOUR FATHER. DO NOT TELL A LIE - PICK A RANDOM TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELF.

Kiko tried to control her expression. She tried to not betray the confusion running throughout her body. The rules were running through her head on a loop - maybe by telling only truths, she was misleading her fellow players. By default, even if the words she said were true, she was lying to them. Kiko suppressed the urge to gulp deeply. She tried to focus on the information instead, repeating it endlessly so she wouldn’t make a mistake and get disqualified.

Placing her phone face down on the table, she cast a glance around the room. Everyone was eyeing up the other players.

“Who goes first?” The man with glasses asked. He pulled on the collar of his shirt.

A girl Kiko hadn’t taken much notice of before piped up, clicking her heels on the ground. “Since you so kindly volunteered, why don’t you go? Then we can follow it around.”

Glasses man grumbled, but yielded none the less. Kiko stared at him carefully, watching how his hands kept tapping thin air and he kept licking his lips. “I’ve been committing tax fraud for the past five years.”

He paused, as if waiting for someone to egg him on. He relaxed a bit in his chair. “I married my wife even though I never loved her.”

Kiko sat further up in her seat.

“I hate it when the girl I’m fucking behind my wife’s back is on top during sex.”

A snort slipped past Kiko’s lips. Glasses sent her a glare, which she returned with a sweet smile.

“What questions should we ask?” Shorts man offered the room. No one responded.

Time was ticking and Kiko hated it. These people were sitting silently, as if expecting the answer to be handed to them on a plate. Time was money, a concept Kiko was far too familiar with. Before she could stop herself, she had directed a question to Glasses. “When did you and your wife get married?”

“18th October 1992.” He responded quickly.

At this, Kiko tilted her head slightly. Why would a man who claimed to have never loved his wife, remember the date they got married? Maybe the speed he responded wasn’t because the date was ingrained in his brain, but a sheer moment of panic. Either way, it seemed impossible to pluck a random date from thin air. Even if that wasn’t the date they got married, it clearly was a date of significance to him.

She turned to her fellow players, “Anyone else want to ask a question, or can I go ahead?”

They gestured for her to carry on. Egged on with this confidence, Kiko asked a final question. “When did you start fucking other people who weren’t your wife?”

He paled slightly. Head turned down in shame, he answered. “Four years ago.”

Kiko mulled the information over. The rules said that you had to identify the lie - but they never said anything about half truths. For him to have started an affair so late in the marriage, and to remember the date so quickly, suggested to her that he did love his wife once. By default, it was technically a lie. However with the way he reacted to about the fraud, she wasn’t sure that was the lie. He was nervous, but who wouldn’t be if they committed fraud? Maybe Glasses messed up on the delivery. Or maybe there was only one lie and Kiko was looking too much into it.

“I think his lie is that he never loved his wife.” Kiko followed her gut. The other players stared at Kiko, as if looking for an explanation. Sighing, Kiko explained the train of thought she’d had. It seemed to satisfy most of them, and nearly everyone bar one agreed with Kiko.

“Hold up, you’re going to blindly agree with this girl? You know she could be setting us up right?” The man in the shorts argued, pointing an accusatory finger at Kiko. “I don’t trust the newbie. I believe that the lie is that he committed tax fraud.”

With all the answers in, the disembodied voice made an announcement. “SIX PLAYERS ARE CORRECT. ONE PLAYER IS DISQUALIFIED.”

With those damning words, a beam of energy appeared from the roof. And shot the man in the shorts directly in the head.

Kiko shrieked, watching his body slump and fall off of the chair. A hole was burned into his head. His mouth was slack, his body robbed of the time to scream. His coffee coloured eyes were wide open. Kiko couldn’t erase the feeling he was staring at right at her. Her vision became misty, unable to rip her focus from the dead man she indirectly killed.

The player sat beside him didn’t spare the dead body even a single glance. Now, Kiko understood the blank faces, the dead eyes and the hopeless attitude.

To be disqualified, was to die.

The next five players passed in a blur. The lies were easy to spot from miles away, and having gained the trust of her fellow players everyone gave the same answer Kiko did. While it did provide her a sense of pride they trusted her so easily, the weight of the game lay heavy on her shoulders. Each time she pondered an answer, she saw the man in the shorts, how his face fell slack as the laser pierced his brain, ending his life.

She wouldn’t allow that to happen again.

But as they worked through the players and got closer to Kiko, she realised how fucked her team mates were. She didn’t have a lie to tell. They had been relying on her to identify the answers, and now they were going to do it alone. Someone was bound to die.

“Kiko, it’s your turn.” The middle aged woman gently reminded her. “Not to be rude, but we only have five minutes remaining. You better be quick.”

Gulping harshly, Kiko tried as hard as she could to not show any tells. The moment she showed a clear tell, they would latch onto it and believe that would be the lie. After years of training her face to face loan sharks and debt collectors, she composed an iron wall in front of her features.

She needed to tell them a truth about her darkest time. God, she wished she didn’t have to share this with strangers. Even her own brother didn’t know. “My dad went into hospital and I... I tried to jump in front of a train.”

Taking in a deep breath, she continued with a truth about her father. “My father died and left me with a lot of debt. I resent him for that.”

Lastly, the final truth. The truth that was meant to be a lie. She panicked, letting the first thing that came to mind spill past her lips. “I’m allergic to cats.”

Kiko watched her fellow players, seeing the answers she gave toll in their minds. They had less than five minutes now to decide on the answer. The weight of their deaths felt heavy on her heart and Kiko questioned why this wasn’t a hearts game, especially since she could feel her heart ache in preparation for the pain that was about to come.

“Why did you jump in front of a train?” The woman in heels asked. “Not exactly a great solution to the problem.”

Anger boiled off of Kiko. “Fuck off and shove your heels up your ass.”

“You need to answer it.”

“It...” Kiko glanced away from the woman, trying to shy away from her venomous gaze. Her voice was small as she revealed one of her darkest secrets. “It felt like the only option at the time.” Kiko stared at the woman, imagining how satisfying it would be to punch her. “Can you please stop looking at me as if I’m the scum of the earth?”

“I just hate it when people lie about things so serious.”

Kiko laughed darkly, shaking her head. “You’re one to talk. Didn’t you lie about murdering a man? I bet it was because you only got manslaughter instead.”

“You bitch -” The heeled woman was cut off by the middle aged lady.

“We only have 2 minutes remaining.” The middle aged woman smiled at Kiko, taking it upon herself to ask the final question. “Did you love your father?”

“With all my heart.”

“Then I’m sure he forgives you for feeling the way you do.” The woman looked at the fellow players. “I believe the lie is that she’s allergic to cats.”

All around the room, everyone started to list her lie. There was a variety of answers, with the heeled woman believing the lie was about her dark time. With each answer, Kiko felt her heart fall further. She stared at their faces, memorising the features of those she was about to murder, trying to push down the roaring wave building in her chest.

“My answer is there was no lie.”

Kiko’s head snapped to the boy sat in front of her. His face was young, with eyes old beyond his years. He was subconsciously rubbing the red stain on his shirt sleeve.

“ONE PLAYER IS CORRECT. FIVE PLAYERS ARE DISQUALIFIED.”

She managed to stomach her scream as five people got murdered before her very eyes.

“GAME CLEAR - CONGRATULATIONS.”

Kiko removed herself from the polygraph, keeping her gaze fixed on one point of the wall as she left the room. With a controlled ease, she stepped over a pair of heels blocking her way. She made her way to the entrance, ready to open the door and feel the air brush her skin.

“Wait!” The boy jogged behind her. In his hand was looked like a card, the seven of diamonds painted on it’s surface. “You forgot this.”

Kiko rolled her eyes. “What am I going to do with a playing card that proves I killed six people?”

“You never know when you might need them.” He offered the card out to her. Begrudgingly, she plucked it from his fingers, turning her back to him. “Wait.”

She took a calming breath. A storm was brewing inside her and her body was begging for it to be released. All this conversation did was build the intensity of the destruction.

The boy no longer looked like a boy, a memory of a dark time adding to his years. She could see in the way his eyes clouded and his lips downturned. “I know how it feels right now. Don’t make their deaths mean nothing.”

“What do I do?”

He gave her a sad smile. “You fight to get back home.”

“How?” She wasn’t sure at which point she relied on a teenage boy to hold all of the answers.

“You keep playing games. With this seven of diamonds game, you have a seven day visa. Play a game before it expires. You don’t want to find out what happens if it does.”

With those wise words, he clapped her shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze before pushing his way into the outside world. She followed him, watching him walk further away. As his shadow melted into the night, she wondered if she should have asked him to stay with her.

She didn’t even know his name.

She didn’t know any of their names.

Somehow now, with the ghosts of those she murdered haunting her, she felt lonelier than she ever had before.

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfic #alice in borderland fanfiction #aib fanfic #aib fanfiction #original character #fanfiction

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thenakedgingerwrites · 4 years

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Would You Rather [Chapter 1]

The guys laughed at my addition to game night but were, at minimum, sarcastically supportive to try. The weekly ritual of me and a couple of my friends from work consisted of beer and board games every Thursday.

Matt and Jim both worked on my team, sort of, while John was our boss’s peer. Honestly having John invited to these probably wasn’t the most ‘ethical’ thing but we all genuinely enjoyed each others’ company and all loved games. I didn’t think John’s presence would be an issue and it hadn’t been.

Oh, and me, Kyle.

Sometimes another guy, Robert, came but he was spotty. He worked near us but was usually busy with something or another. Tonight it was just the four of us.

The game I found was from one of my favorite online board game stores and included very little in the box. There was, believe it or not, a DVD for the instructions, some stacks of paper and pencils, what looked to be a scorecard for up to 8 players, and a baggie of different board game pieces (dice, little colored squares, some coins, and other loose garbage). Online it had pretty good reviews and promised to be a unique experience unlike any other.

So after the laughter of the DVD instructions and clear scam I submitted to, we popped over to the living room and put the disc into my xBox. Man was this video old. It looked like a DVD copy of an early 90’s VHS.

A man came on screen and welcomed us to the game of “Would You Rather?” I had personally played a game by the same name where you had to guess what the other players would answer. It was a cute quick game that spawned good conversation. I assumed this would be similar.

As the host went on, I started to feel a little tired. Long day at the office I suppose. I accidentally dropped my head for a second but came too quickly just as he got to the rules of the game.

“Each player should write 2 options on a piece of paper for another player to choose from. That player will then have to choose to do one of the options or lose a point. Each player starts with 3 points and the last player standing is the winner.

Please pause the video now and have each player write a card for each other player. Resume the video once that is complete.”

Matt asked, “So I write one option per paper?”

“No,” John answered. “I think you write both options on a single sheet and then do the same for two other sheets. So you have a ‘would you rather’ question for each person.” “Oh, got it.” Matt looked up to the ceiling and scrunched his face while thinking of his options.

I added a bit of my strategy out loud, “So, I want you guys to pass on these right? That’s how you lose points.”

“Oh, yeah,” Jim confirmed. “I guess they should be pretty hard then.”

“Well that’s pretty easy then, right?” Matt asked. “I’ll just make you get naked.”

“And who said I wouldn’t do that?” Jim joked.

The guys were all straight, to my knowledge. Maybe bi, who knows. Each of them were married though with kids, except Robert who wasn’t here. I myself was gay and I think they knew it but we never really talked about it. The idea of any of them getting naked was kind of hot I had to admit.

Matt was pretty short but proportioned so nicely. I found myself staring at his butt through the week. Jim was like the complete opposite: a walking bear. Probably 6’5” and big all-around. I’d be lying if I didn’t secretly wonder if everything was big. John was the oldest in the group, maybe late 40s, but in great shape for his age. He had started to get some salt in his dark hair the past couple years and it suited him well. I, myself, was pretty average across the board. I kept in shape but mainly due to diet. I only hit the gym a couple times a week at best.

Back to the game.

I scribbled down some would you rathers that were pretty tame; mostly embarrassing stuff even though I would have loved to write out explicit acts. I didn’t want to weird anyone out.

When we had finished writing ours down, we put them face-down in front of us. Matt and Jim had been snickering the entire time. I pressed play on the video to figure out more specifics on the rules.

“Ready to continue and start the game? Good! Don’t turn away and keep watching and listening to me. You may not have known, but you’ve been hypnotized from an earlier part of this video. Sorry about that, but we found it to be a much more exciting game this way.”

What the fuck, I thought. I wanted to turn to see the other guys’ reaction but I couldn’t stop looking at the screen. I couldn’t even speak.

“The game will go as follows. You’ll all put your pieces of paper in a bowl or hat and take turns drawing them until all slips have been taken. Which means it’s possible to get your own card. I hope you weren’t too hard on your fellow players…

Also, there’s no opting out. Tonight is about the thrill of learning what your friends or family really would rather do. Once you read the options, you have to pick one and complete it unless physically impossible.”

What the fuck?!

“The game is over once all cards have been read. That’s it! Two final little adverts before I let you get on with your night. Firstly, once the game is over all you’ll remember is that this game was really fun, so be sure to leave us a good review online. And secondly, while leaving us a good review, check out our other selection of amazing games for your next party.

And with that, this video will finish and you can begin the game. Youngest player goes first and will continue in that order. Have fun!”

Once the video ended I was back to myself but we all exclaimed the same things. What the fuck. What is this shit. Oh my god. Fucking fuckers. Holy fuck. Etcetera.

“Kyle, what the fuck man?! Did you know about this!?” Matt asked.

“No! Honestly! It just had good reviews so I bought it. I had no idea!”

Jim layered on, “and you didn’t think to look over the rules first before you brought us into this shit?”

“You saw me open it up with you guys! Why would I have thought this was a possibility?!”

There was clearly anger in the room. There was very little question in anyone’s mind that it was real because I’m sure everyone had tried to turn away or speak or something during that monologue and none were successful. That’s when a tingling started in my mind, forcing me towards my first move. I knew I was the youngest.

“Fuck.”

“Me too,” John said. “It’s like I’m physically getting pushed back towards the table to play.”

We all tried to fight it but couldn’t and walked back to the table with our slips of paper. I went into the kitchen to grab a popcorn bowl and brought it to the center of the table. We each threw our cards into it and I mixed them around.

“I’m so sorry guys.” Matt had anguish on his face. “I just wanted you all to pass on my cards.”

“Fuck! Same. Shit fuck fuck,” Jim said.

I mixed the cards around and pulled the first one out. It felt like I was playing Russian Roulette. I recognized Jim’s sloppy handwriting instantly and my eyes darted to him.

He just closed his eyes in shame.

“Piss your pants or put hot sauce on your dick.”

“Sorry.” Jim clearly was ashamed but I assumed we would all feel that and many other emotions tonight.

“I.. I get it. No sorries, Jim. I guess… I’d rather piss myself.” I decided to stand, for some reason. It took me like 30 seconds to start since it’s foreign to piss with your clothes still on but was finally able to let loose. The warm liquid filled around my crotch and went down my leg, darkening a path on my jeans as it went. Luckily I had gone before the guys came over but I was still one beer in and had some volume backed up.

“Not what I was hoping to do with my night but better that then getting an infection on my junk or something…” I sat back down.

We all knew each others’ ages, relatively at least, and knew that Jim was next. He scrunched his eyes, clearly not wanting to grab a slip but couldn’t really help himself. He pulled one out and yelled, “Fucking A!”

We were all silently looking at him as he read aloud, “WYR, I assume that means ‘would you rather,’” Shit, I thought. It was one of my cards. “Do a naked hula dance or eat a tub of mayonnaise.”

I think we all wanted to laugh but were all still intimidated by the night to come. I should make it clear that none of us had seen each other in any sort of undress. Matt and I went to the same gym but almost never were there at the same time and never in the locker room together.

“My answer would probably have been different, but I’m hoping the hypnosis was right and no one will remember this tomorrow… Fuck me. I’d rather do the hula fucking dance.”

Oh god! Jim was going to get naked? I honestly expected the mayonnaise, while gross, wasn’t that bad and I only had like a fourth of the container left in my fridge. It was a couple spoonfuls at best. Should I tell him?

The internal debate was immediately thrown away when he reached for the button on his jeans. He slid down his denim and then removed his shirt as well. Standing in front of me in just his boxers I was speechless. He really was bit everywhere. His gut was big and hairy, pecs were massive, shoulders, arms, legs, …bulge. I couldn’t tell too much with his semi-baggy boxers but a second later he shucked them to the ground as well.

Jim stood there covering himself with his hands with another heavy sigh. “Okay, here we go.” He raised both arms and started to do his, admittedly poor, attempt at a Hawaiian hula dance. I was curious why he didn’t keep one hand down to cover himself but perhaps it was this hypnosis shit or maybe he just didn’t think of it. Either way, I got to prove out my theory that he was indeed big everywhere.

Jim had a pretty big bush but even-so his soft cock was quite visible. I would guess 4ish inches soft and quite thick which sprung fantasies into my head about how big he would be hard. I imagined he was a grower and the impressive 4 soft inches would be a thick 8 when excited. I dreamed that I’d get the opportunity to see tonight.

He continued to sway his hips for a minute or so. His cock and hefty balls swinging back and forth as he did. I couldn’t turn away, for obvious reasons, but could tell the other guys were also watching intently. I’m positive they’re straight so I chalked it up again to the hypnosis power. Maybe we had to look? Maybe we had to do a lot of things the announcer didn’t make clear to us? The excitement was constantly rimmed with fear in my mind.

And like that, Jim declared he was finished, and turned around to dress. I got to see his ripe ass as well which was a wonderful, hairy treat.

“Nice moves, Jimbo,” John said with a smile.

“Haha, ass.” Jim said as he finished putting his shirt on. “I figure you guys won’t remember so why not? And I know Matty’s been wanting to see my big ol’ dick for a while now.”

“Shut up, Jim.” Matt wasn’t enthused. Maybe because it was his turn.

Without much ceremony or grandeur he reached in and grabbed a slip of paper and started to curse under his breath. “It’s one of my own damn submissions.”

John said, “Well isn’t that the best? I’d personally rather get all my own so no one else has to do what I wrote.”

“Yeah well John, I’m a fucking asshole who wanted you all to lose.”

It was true that Matt was the most competitive. Maybe it was a size thing, but he was always very competitive in all the games we played even if they were co-op.

“Would you rather suck everyone’s dick or send everyone at work a dick pic?”

“Oh…” John said.

“Yeah. Fuck me ‘oh’.” Matt wasn’t happy at all and I knew why. While our memories would hopefully be wiped clear from the night if he sent out a picture of his dick to everyone at work that would certainly be there tomorrow and would likely result in him getting fired or in the BEST case he’d get a huge warning and everyone would have a picture of his dick.

“At least you won’t remember?” Jim tried to cheer him up.

“Hard to find the silver lining in that with three dicks in my mouth, you dick.”

“Hey, you wrote it you dingus. Don’t get angry at us.”

“Fuuuuuuuck.” I could tell he wasn’t happy and was fighting it but whatever power this game had over us couldn’t be stopped and would push you towards the choice. “Get your fucking dick out, Jim.”

“Me first? Why?”

“Because you’re right next to me and I don’t fucking know or care. I just want to get this out of the way.”

Jim didn’t really protest further since it would be each of us one way or another. He unzipped his pants and lifted his butt off his chair to pull them and his underwear down a bit under his balls. He was still soft but did look a bit bigger than a minute ago.

“What if I can’t get hard?” he asked.

I answered, for some reason, “Something tells me the hypnosis will ensure we all cooperate.”

Matt got down off his chair and moved between Jim’s legs. His head actually blocked my view which frustrated me. I wanted to move around to watch but since John wasn’t moving I figured the urge was my own gay ones vs. the game. And if he was staying put I should too.

“Fuck me,” was the last thing Matt said before leaning in and taking Jim into his mouth. Jim let a little ‘ohh’ out immediately but then just leaned his head back. The sounds of a sloppy blowjob were obvious but at least Matt was using a lot of saliva. I really wish I could have watched the action. By Matt’s head bobs I’d assume he was only going down maybe 3-4 inches but was that because it was all he could take or because that’s all there was? Was Jim even hard yet?

Two minutes went by with just the sound of a wet blowjob and occasional moans from Jim. I was painfully hard and afraid that would be too ‘gay’ once it became my turn. Suddenly Jim shot his head back forward and looked down at Matt.

“Matt, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.”

Matt didn’t stop. I’m positive it was the hypnosis because there’s no way he would swallow but I guess the blow job was inferred to be ‘to completion’ mixed with ‘spitters are quitters.’

“Fuck.. ah fuck. FUUUCK!” Jim clearly shot into Matt’s mouth. Matt continued to bob during Jim’s sensitive eruption which lead to Jim’s body just convulsing. He didn’t push Matt off and instead rode with the waves of euphoria and climax.

It wasn’t until Jim’s convulsions stopped that Matt withdrew himself from Jim’s cock. “This is so fucking gross,” was all he said as he crawled under the table. That’s when I got to see Jim’s cock. Probably deflated a bit but still hard from the BJ he had just gotten, glistening with spit and remnants of his own semen. I was pretty spot on with my estimate. He was as thick as I expected and probably just shy of 8 inches now. His balls were pulled tight against his body still as he breathed heavily, eyes closed.

That’s when I noticed Matt’s hands on John’s leg. “Okay, dick hole, get your dick out.”

John obliged but stood up to undo his belt and jeans. He slid everything all the way down to his ankles and, most surprisingly, took off his shirt. “You don’t have to get naked, man!” Matt said.

“I know, but I like being naked when I get my dick sucked, you cocksucker.” He winked at Matt as he sat back down but I wasn’t really paying attention to their words. Sitting next to me, I could see all of John’s body for the first time in my life.

He was probably the most-fit out of all us. His body hair was limited but in all the right spots. Hairy pecs, a treasure trail that turned thicker as it roped down his torso, and a manicured bush highlighting a beautiful package. Nothing about John’s cock or balls was exceptional in dimension but man was it a good-looking dick. It was like what a well sculpted, realistic dildo would look like. I did notice that he shaved his balls though. John clearly took care of himself even now into his 40s, married, with 3 kids.

The other thing, of note, was that John was already rock hard. Perhaps it was the hypnosis or perhaps John was a bit more experimental than I thought. Either way, he was ready for Matt and Matt wasn’t enthused. I’m sure he wouldn’t be enthused either way though.

I won’t bore you with the struggles of a straight guy giving a blow job but in short, he couldn’t fit much in. The 3-4 inches was all Matt was capable of taking which is probably pretty good for a guy that’s never had a dick near his face, I assume.

While Matt sucked, John played with his own nipples. He moaned a lot more than Jim and even encouraged him by name. John wasn’t living in a fantasy, picturing his wife or something, he was living in the moment.

“Oh, fuck yeah Matt. Suck my cock. Mmmm, you’re so good at his man. That feels so good, Matt.”

I looked over to Jim quickly. He had put his cock away but his hand happened to be covering his clothed cock. Was he getting hard again? He was certainly watching the show.

The blowjob went on for probably three minutes before John placed a hand behind Matt’s head. “Here it comes, Matt. You’re gonna make me blow.”

In response Matt just greedily sucked, forced to give the best blowjob he could. John’s stomach tightened up and his balls retracted as he came. Based on his own convulsions I imagine he shot 5-6 ropes into Matt’s mouth. Unfortunately, since Matt doesn’t know how to deep throat he got to taste all of John’s spunk on his tongue before swallowing. Maybe I should teach him sometime, I joked to myself.

Then fear.

I just realized it meant it was about to be my turn and the embarrassment crept up on me. Sure, they hopefully wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow but how could I not still feel ashamed. I wasn’t some sort of exhibitionist.

When Matt finally let John’s cock out of his mouth John made no effort to redress. He just sat there, naked and still hard, looking over at me. “Your turn, buddy.”

Matt didn’t even have words at this point. He actually started to unbutton my jeans for me! They were still wet from my piss but cold and kind of gross to peel off. I decided, like John, to just remove them all-together with my underwear. I kept my shirt on but it felt much better to be without bottoms.

Matt looked at my dick, then up at me. My cock was pretty good. About 7 inches and average thickness? Maybe a hair thinner than average if I’m honest with myself but I like the shape. Straight as an arrow, unlike me.

While looking at me, Matt placed the head of my dick into his mouth. I was pleasantly surprised that Matt didn’t use any teeth. He still didn’t take much in but it really wasn’t a bad blowjob. Then again a warm mouth feels pretty good on your dick no matter what.

Perhaps due to the practice or maybe the hypnosis, Matt got a bit more into it. One hand rested on my thigh, massaging it lightly, while the other grasped me around my base. He started to jack me off a bit while he blew me. He probably just wanted me to finish quicker, actually.

Lucky for him, I did. Partly because it was a good blowjob but more-so fueled by the facts of what just transpired over the past 10 minutes I was ready to go. He maybe blew me for a minute before I shot. I’m not even going to feign embarrassment at that.

I may be relatively average on most things but I know that my dick is a bit above average length and I know I shoot well above-average. Typically I edge for a while before shooting which helps but even in my quick jack-off sessions I drench the toilet paper I use to clean up. Poor Matt had to swallow probably two tablespoons of my jiz and swallow he did. Even a bit leaked out of his mouth and when he unsheathed me from his lips he licked it up. Man was he committed.

I looked over at John after my climax and he was still naked, and still hard. Following his suit, I opted to stay naked mainly because the alternative was to put on wet, cold jeans. Instead I just scooted in further to the table to hide my own non-ceasing erection.

“So.. um,” John said.

“Please. I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to get this over with,” Matt said, back in his chair.

“I was just going to thank you, but fair enough. I guess it’s my turn then.”

John reached in and grabbed a slip. “Run to the end of the street naked or ask the neighbor for a cup of sugar in your underwear.” Another one of mine.

“Well,” John said, “that’s not so bad considering.”

“You’re damn right.” Matt added.

“I think I’d rather take my chances getting spotted running down the dark sidewalk then have to face your neighbors, Kyle. Especially since I don’t think my erection’s not going away anytime soon.”

John got up and walked over towards the front door, indeed being led by his cock right out in front of him. He had a dick like mine that pointed straight out. We all followed him to the door, me covering my own erection with my shirt, poorly. We knew he’d actually do it due to the hypnosis but general curiosity and rubbernecking meant we wanted to watch to see if he’d get spotted.

It was dark but my neighborhood has street lights so his pale body was still pretty visible. John made good time bounding down the 40 or so yards to the end of my block and back. I got to see his firm, squarish ass as he ran away and his bobbing dick and he ran back. I didn’t realize how hot it would be to see a guy naked out in public.

I couldn’t be sure no one saw him but at least no one came outside to yell at him. I had a breif thought of panic that if someone called the cops what would we do? Would we be able to stop the game to answer the door? What if we got arrested without finishing? Hopefully I wouldn’t find out.

When we were all seated I congratulated John on his ‘naked mile’ and he accepted the praise, laughing it off.

“I’m not sure why you’re so happy about all this,” Matt said, agitated.

“Well. I’m still pretty sure none of us will remember this so from my eyes nothing really matters. Plus I just got a great blowjob from this amazing cock sucker.”

Matt laughed a little, “Man, shut up.”

“Really Matt. I kind of wish you’d remember tonight. You’ve got a thing for sucking dicks.”

“You’re all gay!” Matt yelled. He couldn’t help but crack a smile though.

Jim added in, “alright, let’s please finish this. Kyle, your turn.”

“I know..”

I reached into the bowl and pulled out a slip. I saw the words before I read them out loud. I looked to Matt instantly remembering his last slip and he just grimaced. It was definitely his and was going to take tonight to a whole new level.

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lizzybeth1986 · 5 years

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Quick Thoughts on TRH Book 1 Chapter 6

• It's YEEHAW time everyone!

• And also raise a middle finger to logic as we see the MC wear something that she should have probably lent to the Platinum MC for a country performance, rather than for farm work.

• There's also the bit where she randomly takes a pregnancy test coz she feels nauseous (yes I know. It's plot related and is probably done to show a false negative. But you need to time these things, MC! The best time to look for a double line is closer to the time you're supposed to be having your period, if your period is regular).

• Screenshot Credits:

Hana: @pixieferry

Drake: @thefirstcourtesan

Maxwell: The Abhirio YouTube channel.

• These are the tags you can block if you don't want to see these posts: #long post, #trh quick thoughts, #trh qts, #trh qt reblogs.

• Drake has an AUNT? Please don't give me any more family members, I'm done dealing with the ones he already has.

• I'm wondering if Leona exists so that PB can do some serious retconning on Bianca's behalf. After all, when she appeared in the Drake playthroughs of Book 3, there wasn't much of a positive reception for her - with some players even saying that the MC should have a few choice words to say to her - and for good reason.

• Title: Home, Home on the Range

So whatever little knowledge I do have about a place like Texas is from films and pop culture, so this might not be new information to you but it is to me! 😁 So I'm probably going to be a gazillion times more excited about sharing it than you guys might be to read it! Bear with me for a sec.

From what I'm reading, "Home, Home on the Range" seems to a western folk song that's so popular it's considered an unofficial anthem in that region. Its origin was from a poem called "My Western Home" from a Kansas native called Dr Brewster M Highly, in 1872 (it was even made Kansas' state song in 1945?). The lyrics are very...Drake:

Where the air is so pure, and the zephyrs so free,

The breezes so balmy and light,

That I would not exchange my home on the range,

For all of the cities so bright.

Mostly a very idyllic, glorified portrait of country life. You find similar sentiments in Drake's diamond scene this chapter.

• Alternative Title: We Just Needed An Excuse to Use the BSC Soundtrack Twice.

• So we meet Bianca, Drake's mother, this chapter. If you married him this is the second time you're seeing her, and if you married anyone else this is the first time and you have no clue who she is until Drake introduces her to you. She also mentions in the Drake playthrough that this is not the kind of welcome she was hoping to give her son and daughter-in-law.

• We also meet Leona, Bianca's older sister and Drake's aunt. She's extremely unimpressed with this group of nobles and largely seems to blame the nobility in general for whisking away her younger sister, leaving her alone to manage the ranch?

• She pretends not to listen much to Cordonian news while talking to Liam, but seems to have the time to keep up with Cordonian gossip while talking to us - and luckily you can call her out on it too.

• She seems the type that likes a rebellious Duchess/Queen, going by her responses to the more sarcastic options from the MC.

Hmm. This scene does two things: one, it establishes that the ranch is facing financial problems, in terms of money and staffing, and two, it possibly may build up to why Bianca had to return to the States. Both I think might become important points in the coming chapters.

• Bianca seems intent on not letting her children know anything about the fraught situation at her ranch, but Leona is having none of it. You either do your work and do it well, or she will put you through your paces. Which is exactly what is happening with Bertrand now.

• The whole theme of "we need to get pregnant, and fast" returns with the presence of Savannah, who greets us with a very excited, sociable Bartie in tow. You can choose to either pick him up and pay attention to him, ask Savannah to figure out what he wants, or ignore him completely. Whatever you choose, the topic of you becoming a mother will come up (either she comments on how you're a natural, or she will tell you that you'll eventually be able to read your own baby's signals). Savannah now joins a long, long line of people who will talk to us as if we're already pregnant (her fiancé will join this list in a couple minutes too, don't worry).

• Speaking of parents, the sole dad of the (extended) group - Bertrand - is nowhere to be found. Bianca is all praise, Leona is Unimpressed™, and Maxwell is shocked that the guy who swore never to touch fowl again after witnessing a flooded peacock enclosure is now chasing chickens. The group overall can't believe it.

• Bertrand is, in fact, chasing chickens.

• So here's the other issue that will come up. Having eventually convinced Savannah that he is serious about her and Bartie, he now wants to win the approval of the family. Bianca is more than ready to accept him, Leona is...Unimpressed™.

• This sets stage for Problem 3 of the Goings On at The Walker Ranch: Bertrand is desperate for approval and Leona seems pretty set on not giving him that. So I'm pretty sure getting her to realize that Savannah's fiancé means business and there is actually something for her to respect about him - if not love - is pretty much one of the loose ends we will have to tie up in the course of the Texas chapters.

• Savannah's laid out some clothes for everyone, so everyone gets a 'country' look and a cowboy hat.

• Like always, the outfit options come with different reactions based on the LI you're romancing:

Liam's looks nice I think, Hana is pretty (I haven't the foggiest idea of what would on a ranch so I wouldn't know how feasible - or not - these two outfits would be), Maxwell looks like he's dressed for the ranch AND for winter and Drake looks okay (like...there's a theme or something with his outfits, like he needs to have a LOT of a particular colour. Denim on denim, brown shirt brown hat).

• While Liam and Esther collectively swoon over each other, Savannah is all shocked and like "you both know we're still here, right?". Uh huh, you had no problem fangirling over Bertrand's "stern but sexy eyebrows" in public but suddenly me flirting a little with my husband is too much for you 😑

A little too much??? Listen, Esther has worn a hat that looked like it swallowed a hundred smaller hats on the way and cried in JOY at the sight. She has COMFORTED a widowed grieving Queen Mother and STARED DOWN Hana's awful parents, all with that honking big hat obscuring her face. How does a tiny puny cowboy hat with a bracelet thingy around it even compare??

• In the kitchen, Bertrand continues his woeful attempts to make conversation with Leona by revealing just how little he knows about running a ranch. Leona is Unimpressed™ (Betrand: How are the crops? Leona: We have cattle 😑. Bertrand: Who...ate the crops? Leona: 😑😑😑)

• Leona's like the adult version of the Unimpressed Sikh Child in Bollywood Hogwarts:

• We get darkly roasted coffee to help us gear up for the day's work at the ranch, and it's quite...the mouthfull. If you succeed in drinking it, you get high on coffee, and if you react to the strong taste, Leona makes a smart-alec comment about how "her highness must have wanted a chilled latte" (I forget which drink she mentioned but something similar) or something. Wish there was an option to tell her "Bertrand didn't tell me about the stick up your ass" (callback! From which book? Guess!)

• You feel slightly nauseous on the way, which is a bit of a set up to the end of the chapter.

• We split up into teams. Liam and Maxwell help with getting the hay for the horses, Hana and Drake help with sorting the tack.

Liam is a quick learner (and learns stuff just by observing), Maxwell is confused between the interests of horses and dogs, Drake is even more confused at Hana's speed, and PB has forgotten that Hana has actually ridden actual horses and would actually have at least a working idea of what actual tack with an actual horse would look like. Sure she may not have MADE tack for those horses, but you can miss me with that "imaginary horse friends" bullshit.

• See Team TRR, this is what happens when you focus on nothing else but Hana's skills. Even you fail to keep track.

• We feed the chickens (and I can see what I think are shades of Hana's upbringing in the way she says "wait your turn! one at a time!"...with chickens).

• ...there was a "no royal pets" policy in the palace that Liam waived?? No wonder we could get a corgi and Penelope could bring her poodles to court as soon as Liam became King!

• Re: Liam talking about having stuffed animals rather than pets and stating that he and Hana were on the same boat. Et tu, Liam? HOW MANY TIMES DOES HANA HAVE TO TELL YOU GUYS SHE NEVER HAD TOYS.

• I'm imagining poor young Maxwell realizing that peacocks don't like hugs and now I'm sad ☹️

• So the set up to the group scene is that none of these characters have truly experienced the joy of cuddling cute pets. It's not much even by way of a group scene, just a cute scene where the MC can direct Tiny the little calf to cuddle all these sad sad people (pushed into embroidery lessons and diplomacy sessions as children!) and cure Bertrand of his cow-suspicion (cowspicion?). The more pets you have with you the cuter it is, coz the two corgis go about acquainting themselves with everyone - the cat, the cows, everybody.

• ROE REFERENCE! We see Jess and Blake spearheading a successful business as caterers and wedding planners (did Jess take coaching from Chaz's sister-in-law Carmen? 😁) and they leave it vague (as expected, since Jess' romantic relationship with Blake is determinant - as is the possibility that Liam and Jess could be related by marriage if the RoE MC chose Leo lol) whether they're romantically involved or not, but at least this way I know they're happy with their jobs!

• Apparently they'd catered at enough disaster weddings that they decided they could do a better job

• I have two questions:

1. Did Leo ever recommend Carmen? I'm guessing not since based on whether the RoE MC married him or not, he'd probably feel more comfortable recommending family/friends than someone who - in a different playthrough - probably never really met him.

2. Why is Liam helping Bertrand and Savannah with contacts for their wedding when we ended up doing most of the searching and finding ourselves?? 🧐

• BertVannah seem to want a mix of local and Cordonian traditions: Savannah wants to recapture her parents' wedding by riding a horse down the aisle, and Bertrand asks Liam to officiate, as a royal. Maxwell and Hana will be in charge of entertainment and decorations...and the MC should not move a muscle because Bertrand has already decreed us pregnant.

• Savannah's ex Chuck is a buff ginger, and an already insecure Bertrand is made even more insecure at the sight of him. Another on the list of things PB expects us to fix in the Walker Ranch. Drake owes me both in cash, fancy hats and a lifetime supply of free smoked BBQ ribs after all this. The kind of shit a pregnant royal is expected to do...

• Time for Drake diamond scene - which is a mostly fluffy scene that takes place close to a river nearby which has a great view of the sunrise and sunset, and a ride atop a kayak.

• Here's the important stuff you can get from this scene:

- Drake knows how to build stuff (we knew this already, but here Drake talks specifically about how he and Savannah would build rafts)

- Drake sucks at taking compliments, but Drake stans who saw their MC's intro to TRH already knew that 🤭

- You get to flex your paddling muscles. Drake is...Impressed™

- Lovely sunshine

- A cute story about how Drake and Savannah had a canonball contest at this river, and happy memories of his Dad being just their dad for once, not dad + King Guard

- Drake gets to talk about the mark his father left on him, and how carefree he used to be before Jackson's death

- You can revive the cannonball contest with Drake before you head back to the estate, and if you're married you share a passionate kiss. The writers went to great lengths to describe how passionate the kiss wasqqq

If you're married to Drake, this spot is described as 'romantic' and 'private', the MC makes a joke about being the "First Mate" of Drake's heart, the usual variations. Drake also mentions that he hopes to emulate his father's way of parenting once he himself becomes a father. I'm also guessing the story of how his father and mother used to visit this lake before they had children would have an implied added importance to a married Drake trying for a child.

Funny how the assassination attempt on Liam always ends up revolving more around what it did to Drake than what it did to Liam. Both in the original Book 2 Italian Restaurant Scene where it was first referenced, and here (Drake's restaurant scene is also the only scene that highlights how that particular attack affected Liam - if you don't buy this scene, the attacks are mentioned in a more offhand way by Constantine when we confront him, and Liam still doesn't have a word to say). Stop. What happened to Liam happened to him. Stop making it all about Drake.

• Also why does Drake keep insisting the MC helped him find Savannah? She didn't. He spotted the envelope. He saw the address. He deduced where in Paris it was and tried to check it out. The only help we could provide was convincing him to stay and listen to her, and even that was optional.

• The MC wakes up wondering if she's going to feel nauseous, which then leads to the realization that it could be morning sickness. That's the most random race to use a pregnancy test I've seen.

• The result is negative, and the LI wakes up to the MC telling them about the result of the pregnancy test. The reactions to the news are identical. They follow roughly this template:

I can headcanon that Hana is actually feeling and understanding the MC's pain when she says "that's not silly at all", but I won't. I refuse to do the heavy work for the writers.

• In any case, there are some guests, and only Hana seems to know who they are.

• My face as it goes from seeing Kiara, Olivia, Penelope and Madeleine (yes, in that order):

• Sooo it looks like this week we're going to have a clash of the country and the courtly. Uh oh. I don't see this ending very well...unless there's a deus ex machina coming our way.

• General Thoughts:

- This chapter is filler, as expected, but it's the kind of filler meant to set up the major problems in that place. And there's plenty hinted at in this chapter alone: solving the financial troubles of the ranch, the clash of cultures that will come with the court ladies being guests, winning over Leona, learning about Drake's and also Bianca's past, Bertrand's insecurities. It's going to take a couple chapters to untangle all that!

- My guess is that the MC is possibly pregnant, but got a false negative (esp if she's nowhere near her expected time for her period), and will probably find out during Bertrand and Savannah's wedding? IDK. Most people I know will wait to see if they get their periods first (I did that too, waited a couple days after the expected day just to be sure), because that's when your hCG levels are high enough to show in your urine sample. That was a waste of a perfectly good pregnancy test, MC!

- The variations are very few, besides the scene where they all get new outfits and references to the MC and her spouse by different people including Blake and Jess. Perhaps there may be an LI scene coming soon.

- I mentioned earlier that Leona may be there as a way for the writing team to retcon Bianca's departure, since in the original series all we are told us was that she "was...struggling" after Jackson's death and left for the States at some point, leaving her children behind. Not a lot of people were very happy about this and though she was portrayed as a positive character in Book 3 (Drake's playthrough), it wasn't convincing enough. Leona is possibly there as a way to soften the audience to Bianca, and perhaps to get us a plausible reason for her leaving without her children. I'm not sure what could justify not taking them along, but okay.

- So Drake in his scene tells us that they came to the ranch as kids, but there is that matter of Savannah having been there long enough at some point to have had a boyfriend. I'm wondering if she spent some time on the ranch while Drake had gone to college.

- Also...if that's what happened, why was France even an option for her to bring up Bartie if she'd been in touch with her mother. Why did France, a place where she had very few contacts or living experience, win out over a place she was familiar with and where she had family?

- Leona's very Drake-like...but with an actual job that she's probably good at.

- Leona's also going to be Unimpressed™ for the most of her time in this book, with her probably becoming a little more impressed towards the end. Told you she'd be The Unimpressed Sikh Child (if you still have trouble with this meme, it's a character from a Bollywood film about a magical school called Aabra Ka Dabra. Here's some additional context from desi comedians and former Pretentious Movie Reviewers Kanan Gill and Biswa Kalyan Rath to illustrate why Unimpressed Sikh Child is so awesome:)

"Stop trying to impress people. Impress people with how unimpressed you are." If that isn't what Leona is doing. One wry expression and that's all it takes for all of Cordonia's royalty and nobility to fall over each other to prove themselves to her.

- Leona is an ass but you've got to respect the way she plays that game.

- I hope the writers don't forget that Kiara and Savannah were...yknow...good friends. Given how badly she was treated in Book 3 (and the narrative treated her really, really badly. Like I'm pretty sure some of you might have no idea just how badly she's been treated), I have serious doubts.

- Will we get a Hana or Maxwell diamond scene next? A good one or mostly just fluff? Let's see.

- Will we get another flashback scene? Maybe. It's possible. Bianca would remember something.

- One thing I do know for sure is that there is going to be more of Perfect Angel Savannah and Bumbling Bertrand. I'm not looking forward to it.

• Next: I'll be doing TRR Book 1's QT for Chapter 6 as well! Hopefully it will be ready by Friday. As for this series...until next week, folks!

#long post #the royal heir #trh quick thoughts #trh qts #king liam #hana lee #maxwell beaumont #drake walker #texas walker ranch

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Puck it chapter 4 liveblog

btw @bipercabeth @jasonsmclean enjoy <333

under the cut because this is going to be long af

He doesn’t want Jason to think he doesn’t respect Annabeth, but he also doesn’t want to break his promise to her. But that promise is already broken. Jason already knows. And Percy really can’t handle the thought of Jason thinking he doesn’t respect women. “You have feelings for her, don’t you?” Jason asks, his tone a bit lighter, eyes a bit softer. Percy sighs and the words rush out of him on the exhale. “Yes I do Jason I’m so fucked please help.”

ME SCREAMING A LOT!!!!!!!!!!! they matter so much to each other omg. and Percy having loyalty to Annabeth even in this, I am DECEASED

A sigh falls past Jason’s lips; his shoulders deflate and he ducks his head with a slight nod. “I figured, but I also figured I need to say it straight up. I can’t get mad about you not telling me when I’ve been keeping this from you.” “Trying to keep this from me.” Percy takes a risk and grins slightly. “I’ve known for a while now. But I appreciate the honesty. I don’t want this to be something we fight over. We’re better than that.”

DARLING IDIOT CO-CAPTAINS WHO ARE BEST FRIENDS

That’s… a lot of ‘no’. But I respect the last one. I’m glad you guys prioritized, I guess. But you’re seriously okay with all of that? That’s gotta be a lot on your mind.”

“Yeah, I guess it is. But it’s worth it to be with her. Like, the sex is great, but she’s just so good to be around. I’m definitely saying it all wrong, but something just… pulls me to her? It’s hard to explain. She’s not an escape from everything, but she calms it all down. Like at the first party, I wasn’t doing well, and Annabeth gave me a way out. Then we just kept talking, and she was going to walk home alone, and I— one thing led to another.” Percy sighs and messes up his hair. “Sorry, I don’t mean to make this about me, but if we’re getting it all on the table, you deserve to know why.”

PERCY JACKSON IS IN LOVE WITH ANNABETH CHASE IN EVERY SINGLE FUCKING UNIVERSE

“Wow, we’re so fucked.” Percy can’t help but laugh. They’d realized their feelings within 24 hours of each other and still took an entire month to talk about it.

FIRST OF ALL THIS IS THE MOST HOCKEY THING IN THE WORLD AND WOW!!!!!!!!!!

“Should we pay him for his emotional labor? I feel like we should pay him for his emotional labor.” Jason jokes.

I CACKLED

“I accidentally rigged Secret Santa on purpose.”

OF COURSE YOU DID PERCY! OF COURSE YOU DID

“I knew you’d be mad if I rigged it just for me to get Annabeth, so I rigged it so you’d get Piper, too!” Percy holds out a fist, waiting for a fist bump. “You can thank me now or later, whichever you prefer.”

PERCY JACKSON YOU ARE THE GREATEST

Except Jason wants to be so much more than that.

Ever since the Halloween party, Piper’s been talking to Jason a lot more than she did before, and she talked to him a fairly decent amount before the party. Of course, she’d gotten so ridiculously drunk at the party that she ended up puking so she apologized profusely to him for putting him through that, even though he’d wanted to stick around. (Oh man, he’s sounding cheesier by the second when it comes to her.) Since she’d been so wasted, he doesn’t want to bring up the dancing to her, especially since he’s convinced she’d only danced so close because she’d been so drunk.

Still, there’s a tiny part inside of Jason that hopes maybe she’d been aware of her actions even though she’d been drunk.

Jason’s always been a rule follower. It’s a fact, plain and simple. He sometimes bends the rules when they’re unfair or unjust, but overall he doesn’t dare break them. Especially when it comes to hockey. He’s not one to defy his coaches or trainers or talk back to his captains (before he became one, of course).

But now with the stupid no dating rule, Jason’s tempted to defy his coaches, which scares the shit out of him.

LOUD LONG SCREAMING JFC JASON *SHAKES HIM* THAT’S SO FUCKING ROMANTIC I WANT TO DIE FUCK YOU BOTH

But the smiles and jokes have made him only want to break the rules more.

YOU LOVE HER YOU WANT TO MARRY HER YOU WANT TO HAVE HER BABIES

Annabeth swings a leg over Percy and leaves him stranded on her bed, his hands still fastened to her headboard. One second he was on top of her, kissing down her neck with the intentions of going far lower, and the next she had him flipped and restrained. Suddenly she was pressing down onto him and teasing him relentlessly, forcing him to beg for release (which she’d eventually granted, but only after making him beg). Annabeth and that damn tie.

oh my fucking god this entire scene was so fucking hot!!!!! also how’d you know that hockey and bondage is like a thing 👀👀👀👀

ajklfdsjfdsladsfjaklfsdajlkfdasjlk annabeth being jealous, annabeth tying him up, Percy with that satisfied smirk I just

So he pushes his heart out of where it had leapt into his throat and sits back down on the edge of the bed, pulling her into his lap as he slides back. She follows and Percy pulls her face to his, letting her set the pace and meeting her there movement for movement. If he can’t claim her as his, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t show her that he’s hers. - I WANT TO DIE

that’s all he wants right now. That’s all he’s going to want for a very long time. WELL I’M IN A GRAVE RIGHT NOW GOD THAT’S ROMANTIC AF

Matching with your boyfriend? That’s cute.” Annabeth says from behind him.

Percy turns to look at her, fully taking her in for the first time today. She’d followed the ugly sweater rule, but only barely. It wasn’t one of the gaudy or loud ones he knew would make an appearance tonight; instead she’d settled on a light blue turtleneck sweater with grey squares making up that classic Christmas print and setting off every different shade in her eyes. She looks more cute than anything.

Her eyes are fixed on his sweater, which is black with red details and the word ‘HO’ stitched onto the front. Percy feels heat flood his cheeks as he tries to play it off, but it’s only a matter of time until the entire team sees Jason’s matching ‘WHERE’S MY HO AT?’ sweater. - OK NO NO NO YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME!!!!!!!!!! THEY DEFINITELY MADE OUT EARLIER AND I WANT TO MURDER NO GIVE ME ALL THE FUMBLING FIRST KISSES OH MY GOD

“It’s a Rangers sweatshirt.” He says slowly. “You hate the Rangers.”

“To be fair, I still think they suck. Islanders for life and all that. But what do you think?” Her voice betrays her smug words. - THE NEW YORK RIVALRY I AM DEAD AND BURIED OH THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING ANNABETH

Annabeth doesn’t pull away or refuse him though, so he holds on for a bit longer than he should, one hand resting on the back of her head and holding her to his chest while the other finds her back. Her arms loop around his waist, her fingers lacing behind his back. Percy takes in as much of this moment as he can before she pulls away, because he knows he won’t be the first to do so.

When she does pull away, it feels almost reluctant. He lets himself believe that, cling to that for a moment as she looks up at him with those big gray eyes. And as she does, Percy realizes that he is completely and utterly ruined for anyone except her. - JFC I’M A WRECK

“You know at some point I’m going to need to see this on you.” - POST HAT TRICK SEX, I CALL IT

“You,” he can’t help the way he leans into her, far too close to be out in the open like this, “are impossible, Chase.”

“I’m flattered.” Annabeth scoffs. - THESE ABSOLUTE DORKS I LOVE EVERYTHING

As long as Annabeth is here, Jason’s ultimately edged out. - OUCH

“Bisexual people exist, Leo. ” - HE’S ALREADY SMARTER THAN ALL HOCKEYS EVER, SORRY JASE I LOVE YOU BUT YOU’RE TOO SMART FOR THE NHL

Thanks, captain.” She takes the cup back and takes a sip and Jason would be a dirty liar if he said he didn’t stare at her lips the entire time. - ME: DYING

The consequences might be worth it, though. - YES JASON GO AFTER HER

“I didn’t say it was for me,” is Reyna’s cool reply. - I LOVE EVERYTHING SO SO SO MUCH OMG REYNA GETTING A DILDO!!!!!!!!!

Before Percy can look at Annabeth, his head whips around and he settles his glittering green eyes on Jason. “I know what we’re doing tonight,” he stage whispers as he winks.

“Do you guys need condoms? Some lube?” Connor asks, lifting up his newly gifted bottle of lube and box of flavored condoms.

“Don’t worry. We’ve got a nice supply,” Percy responds, wrapping an arm around Jason’s shoulders.

“Percy, not in front of the kids,” Jason complains, and he’s not embarrassed until he sees Piper giggling behind her hand. - *BOUNCES* GIVE ME THE BACKSTORY - hockey fandom has corrupted me and now I ship them to a ridiculous degree *shrugs*

Inside the box lays a brand new hockey stick. When he says brand new, he means brand new. The paint is shiny and glossy and he can just imagine how it’ll feel when he uses it on the ice. It’s white, blue stripes painted onto the butt and the bottom of the shaft, just before the blade. On the heel of the stick, he can see GRACE 1 painted in red letters. It’s the nicest hockey stick he’s seen gifted to a college player. The only thing he can compare the quality of this is to NHL and Olympic equipment. - I LITERALLY SCREAMED OUT LOUD LIKE IN MY DORM A VERY HIGH PITCHED SCREAM PIPER MCLEAN PIPES BABES YOU GOTTA KNOW PLEASE

god every single one of the gifts just demonstrates how well they know each other, how much they love the other person already and I am in TEARS

Holy fuck, Piper did that. - MY REACTION SAME

the two California kids bonding over their warm state and the fact that they’ve found a home on the ice - say with me AWWWWW

“Jason.” She takes a step closer to him. “I want you to have it. You deserve it. You love hockey and…” She falters and she bites down on her bottom lip. “I wanted to give you something meaningful. I just didn’t have the guts to do it without using Secret Santa as my excuse. I’m just so lucky I got you.” - dfaslkdjfdsajlkdfsjaklkjdfslakljdsajlfsdkakljszdfjoirewaklcszioojewfkmflsiouearwjoweiofjfdwerijefojfeidljfiawfjcewuoirijffuiwoewjdkoeioewuoriwejafwK

THAT’S ROMANTIC AF PIPER

“Shut up.”

Before he can think straight, her arms wrap around his shoulders and she angles her face up until he feels her lips press to his. He doesn’t hesitate to bring his hands up to her hips, holding her there and soaking in the fact that this is real. Here he is, giving into the temptation, allowing his heart to win the ruthless battle over his head. All rationality and self-control go out the window as he focuses solely on kissing her. Her lips taste like peppermint and are just as soft as he’s imagined them, which also brings back the influx of memories of the persistent daydreams that’d plagued his mind for weeks. Yet every expectation pales in comparison to this moment. He feels like he could melt from the heat coursing through his body, engulfing him in a fiery embrace. - FALLS ON THE FLOOR, SCREAMS, COMBUSTS - god you guys write the romances so well, they’re totally unique and this was PERFECT

Nothing,” he lies easily. While he usually can’t lie to save his life, he finds this lie effortless. “She was just being a good friend, Percy. Nothing more.”

A look of disappointment floods Percy’s face. “Really?” he asks sadly. “Damn. I was hoping for a good conversation or at least a kiss. I’m sorry, man. That sucks.”

“Yeah.” Jason shrugs and tries to look crestfallen. “Oh, well. Rules are rules.”

“Right.” Percy shakes his head once and sighs. “Rules are rules.” - *buries head in hands* JASON I HAD HOPE FOR YOU, oh well I guess this does mean you can survive the NHL

If this is what Jason has to do to be with Piper, so be it. - OH FUCK

fklasfjslkdafjskldaajfklsd guys this was so fucking good and beautiful and perfect and the perfect mix of angst and fluff and I JUST WOW

#puck it #abby liveblogs #fic recs

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winryofresembool · 6 years

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EdWin ice skating AU, chapter 5.5

A/N: Tadah, here it is! And yes, you read that number correctly. The reason I’m giving this chapter that number is because it DOESN’T continue from where we were left off in chapter 5. Instead, I’m showing Winry’s point of view of the events between Ed leaving his hotel room and running into Winry at the gym in chapter 5. Also, let’s pretend for the sake of this fic that it’s actually normal for the skaters to hang out together :D Please enjoy, and remember that feedback is the only payment I get for this :)

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Next chapter: [x]

Words: 1929 (is this the longest chapter yet?)

Genre: this chapter probably goes under ‘general’.

Warnings: Ed’s injury mentioned but nothing else I think?

”I just remembered I need to be somewhere.”

Those were the last words Ed said before leaving Winry to stand alone in the corridor, entirely dumbfounded.

Winry knew that was the lamest excuse he could have come up with, since he had said only one day earlier that the hours after lunch were dedicated to rest. Besides, he didn’t seem like someone to forget his meetings just like that. Had she done something wrong? Had she pushed Ed too hard by asking him to tell about the incident? Those questions ran through her mind as she tried to process everything that had just happened.

“Winry?”

The girl turned around, seeing the dark-haired captain of Ed’s hockey team approach her.

“Huh?” She was still too confused to form proper sentences.

“Why are you standing there? Where did Ed go?” Roy asked.

“I… don’t know. But why are you here?” Winry tried to counter. “I thought it’s a habit of yours to take a nap at this time.”

“I had some plans but someone canceled on me…” Roy smirked like it was not a big deal. “Apparently they had forgotten they have a team photo shoot today. I thought I’d go out for a walk because I couldn’t sleep.”

“Why do I have a feeling I know who that someone is?” Winry smiled mischievously, glad to distract herself with Roy’s relationship issues instead of hers. “Why are you so mysterious about it, it’s not like you aren’t allowed to date female hockey players, right? Is she taken?”

“No, that’s not it… It’s just that our coach set us a no-dating clause for the Olympics – stupid, I know, but apparently he thinks we have more energy in the games if we don’t ‘go around sleeping with all the ladies we meet’ so I’m trying to keep a low profile…”

“What about the other players though?” Winry asked, trying to think about Maes Hughes and his Gracia instead of Ed. She and Ed weren’t even dating, they had just hung around a couple of times! “I mean, Gracia is getting married to your teammate pretty soon…”

“Somehow I have a feeling our coach doesn’t really care about them. Besides, Ms. Hawkeye’s (Winry didn’t miss how Roy mentioned Riza’s name for the first time) grandfather is a general manager on our team and I swear he knows everything. He would immediately tell our coach.”

“Wow. Touch luck.” Winry laughed.

“You are avoiding my question though,” Roy noted. “What happened with Ed?”

“I have no idea,” she shrugged, her expression turning back to serious. “He just left.”

“He didn’t say anything?” Roy raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“No, not really… He just claimed he had some place to be. He was lying, clearly,” Winry stated sadly.

“I’m gonna go talk to him,” Roy said suddenly.

Winry hadn’t expected this kind of reaction from him. Every time she had seen Roy and Ed together, they had been making fun of, borderline insulting, each other, and she hadn’t gotten a picture that they were close. But acting this way implied Roy indeed cared about his teammate more than he let on, as if he saw himself as some kind of a father figure to Ed.

“Wait… I don’t even know where he…” but she didn’t even get to finish her sentence before Roy was already gone.

Shaking her head, Winry decided she’d go out too to get some fresh air and to sort out her thoughts. It seemed almost as if Roy knew something she didn’t…

Suddenly it occurred to her that her first performance would be in only two days and here she was, thinking about something irrelevant. It wasn’t like her to get stuck into relationship drama like this. Luckily she’d have her next practice later that evening, and she’d get to focus on things that made sense, like spins.

After returning to her room to get her warmest and most water-proof coat, she headed out. She regretted her choice to take a walk pretty soon after stepping out of the hotel, because it was snowing and winding rather harshly. It made her thankful she wasn’t a snowboarder, cross country skier, ski jumper or anyone else who had to compete outside.

At some point she found herself in front of the arena in which Amestris’ hockey women practiced, wishing she had an excuse to go in. As it happened, she got one when Riza Hawkeye showed up by the door, apparently planning to get something from the team bus.

“Riza, hey!” she greeted happily.

“Hi, Winry! Why are you here on this weather?”

“I just needed to get out of the hotel for a moment… But I didn’t realize the weather was this bad.” Winry rubbed her neck awkwardly, a habit she had picked from a certain hockey player…

“Right… I hope it gets better soon, I don’t even want to think about how dangerous it would be to compete right now,” Riza noted. “Anyway, do you want to come in? We just had our team pictures taken, we are only having a short ice practice now before the afternoon break.”

“Sure, why not. My practice isn’t for several hours, Gracia’s with her fiancé right now and Rose and Paninya are probably goofing around somewhere so it’s not like I have other places to be…”

Winry suddenly realized she hadn’t really seen her fellow figure skaters outside the practice sessions during the entire time she had been at the Olympic venue and made a mental note to catch up with them when she got a chance. The girls were nice, but ever since Rose and Paninya started dating, Winry felt like a third wheel in their company, ending up spending more time with Gracia. But now that the hockey players were in the same area, both of them had become distracted, something she hadn’t expected at all before the Olympics. Well, she knew Gracia’s future husband was on the team, so she wasn’t surprised about her, but she hadn’t imagined herself getting interested in anyone. Even though she had known Ed in her childhood, she didn’t understand why she was suddenly so drawn to him. Still was, despite his weird behavior, she admitted to herself.

“Hey,” Riza pulled Winry out of her thoughts as she opened the arena door for her, “have you seen Ed today? He took my headphones earlier when his own got broken, but I haven’t gotten them back yet. And I enjoy working out way more when I can listen to something while doing it.”

“Um…” Winry started awkwardly, “I might have.”

“What’s that tone?” Riza immediately noticed. “Did something happen?”

“I was supposed to… have a meeting with him, but he left early.”

“Left early?” Riza asked. She crossed her arms on her lap, urging Winry to tell more. “Why?”

Winry was relieved she wasn’t asking why she had had a meeting with him. “I wish I knew,” she repeated the same mantra she had with Roy. “I asked him about something personal, and he started to answer but suddenly freaked out about something… and just left.”

Riza seemed to think about something for a while and then answered:

“Winry, I know Ed better than you probably realize. He used to visit me with one of his teammates who often looked after him because his father was always absent.”

Winry couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Riza’s obviousness but said nothing. The older woman continued:

“The men’s team works with us quite often, because hockey isn’t that big a sport in Amestris. That means I see him rather regularly, and I think he sees me as some kind of a motherly figure. He seems tough on the surface but has gone through a lot, and my guess is that whatever you were talking about triggered some bad memories in him, and he didn’t want to show you he was upset.”

“Oh. I mean, I figured it might have been something like that but hearing you confirm it makes me relieved.”

“He’s told you about his automail, right?”

“Yeah. Actually, that’s kinda why I was with him today. I asked him if I could take a look at it because as you know, I want to become an automail mechanic one day. Um…” Winry decided to ask the question that was bothering her, “do you know how he got it? I probably shouldn’t ask about this, but it was why he freaked out today.”

Riza seemed to consider her answer for a moment, observing her friend as she sat down on a bench to watch the practice. “It’s probably better if you know. I don’t know everything myself, but here’s what I know through Mr. Mustang.”

Winry smirked slightly. Now both Roy and Riza had mentioned the other one by their name without noticing it. Riza didn’t notice her reaction, instead continuing:

“Someone tried to attack his brother, and he went between them, taking a bad hit from a skate.”

“Oh my god.” The amusement on Winry’s face turned into horror and she covered her mouth with her hand. “That’s… awful… It’s pretty amazing he’s able to play after that.”

“Yeah. Unfortunately, that isn’t the only big obstacle he’s had to overcome, though,” Riza said as an afterthought, not realizing at first she was revealing too much.

“What do you mean?”

“Hawkeye!” Riza’s coach yelled suddenly, stopping Riza from answering. “We are having a practice here, it isn’t like you to just chat with other people when you should focus on hockey.”

“She’s right,” Riza sighed. “I should go. But hey, let’s talk more later.”

“You bet,” Winry agreed, smiling although she still felt a little troubled by Riza’s revelation. She watched as the older woman hit the ice and shoot the puck right in the top left corner of the goal net with accuracy that made justice to her last name.

Seeing Riza’s enthusiasm and hearing about the obstacles Ed had had to overcome to continue playing made Winry wonder why she had chosen figure skating instead of hockey. Maybe she had just found the chasing the puck part silly. Or maybe she hadn’t wanted to continue because hockey was a contact sport and hurting someone or getting hurt herself wasn’t definitely something Winry wished. Hearing what had happened to Ed made her flinch, and she couldn’t help but admire him for continuing playing despite all that. Of course figure skating had its own risks too (even more so on the mental side; Winry was constantly self-conscious about the fact that she was ‘normal sized’, whatever that meant, and busty instead of nearly anorexically thin like some of her rivals), but at least she wasn’t going to hurt anyone else when skating, spinning and jumping on her own.

Eventually Winry got bored of sitting around while the others were having “just a short practice”, which in reality meant a rather tiring looking session; the coach Armstrong didn’t go easy on her players even right before the Olympics. She waved at Riza to sign that she was off and decided she would go to do some training too; she may not have had access to the ice at the moment, but truth to be told, she hadn’t been spending as much time at gym as usual lately.

She was in the middle of her mental practice, going through her moves in her mind, when she reached the gyms the Olympic athletes used. When she realized who was coming towards her, she quickly forgot which jump she was going to go through next.

Edward.

#edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #fullmetal alchemist #ice skating au #my fics #oh and hints of royai too

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smollandtoll · 6 years

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HC: Open relationships are complicated when someone gets pregnant (OT3)

We like OT3 mostly because we can’t bear to just erase Nikita, also because Anna is smokin hot and we Get It. Even fic Geno would be so sad about it. We theorize a lot about THE PERFECT FIC where Sid and Geno’s relationship is always kind of wobbly and open because like We aren’t gay really so much as chronically monogamous and into each other and It would be career suicide to lock it down openly, and I’m so glad we’re on the same page.

(We fully acknowledge that it probably wouldn’t actually be career suicide now (...probably) but like back when they were little penguin babies before the days of You Can Play, it was; and those things are hard to unlearn or let go of)

So, anyway, Geno hangs out with Anna over the summers/they’ve been friends for a few years and when he goes back to Russia the open nebulous thing with Sid is really easy because they just have their separate lives and come back together in the season and everything is great.

Except Anna comes back with him to visit one fall and pregnancy just happens accidentally as it does (and did ...probably). There’s no real reason to panic, everyone is an adult with a (really well paying) job and time and money to spare. Most of all Anna and Geno sit down and both WANT that baby and that life together.

So Anna knows all about the on again off again relationship G has with Sid, because we firmly believe they are actually very good friends and have a healthy communicative relationship. So she definitely secretly thinks the two of them together are super hot.

Sid unfortunately does not speak Russian and doesn’t get 100% of this open communication so consequently gets all weird and irrationally jealous because Geno brings Anna to the states and sets her up in his house and goes to her doctors appointments, and talks about getting married because she needs a visa to stay in the states and being married makes hers a condition of his and it's ‘the right thing to do’, ‘babies parents should be married’ and he loves her he truly does etc etc.

But there is DEFINITELY some translation issues because Geno is probably too busy swinging wildly between OVERJOYED and TERRIFIED to explain (to both of them) that he fully expects Sid to co-parent with them.

Of course to make matters worse Anna is SUPER intimidated by Sid - he and Geno have so much history? And have this working relationship that she can never fully understand? - so her natural reaction to that is to act cool and collected and ABOVE IT ALL. In reality of course she's terrified.

She doesn't understand anything in this new backwards country and she can't even eat what she wants any more and Geno spends like 70% of his time with the most beautiful and talented and sweet man who shares his deep and unrivalled love for hockey so she is quietly freaking out.

Sid is freaking out quietly because Geno went and found everything that Sid Is Not and is now talking about putting a ring on it and he's like "Okay I guess I'm just yesterday's trash, that's cool, I always knew that, I guess my trophies will keep me warm." He probably gets VIGOROUSLY CANADIAN for a bit trying to comfort himself.

TL;DR: Everyone is quietly freaking out but acting like everything is Chill™.

Geno is the only one who is genuinely happy, if not puzzled. He keeps like trying to set up dinner dates and trying to getting the dating game going between them all and being confused about why Sid and Anna barely talk to each other when he's not in their immediate vicinity.

He knows that they'll end up best friends who gang up on him about everything. It’s so obviously to him that their personalities will be a good match and like they'll like each other and be scorching hot together ...and like throw a baby in there for them all to adore???

ENDLESS BLISS AHEAD the blinking exit ramp signs say, but for some reason he can't get anyone to take the exit with him.

It's only getting more complicated by the month, because Anna is getting like super visibly pregnant, and everyone knows she's staying with him indefinitely, and the word is spreading and pretty soon the media is going to catch on to what’s happening and by then keeping Sid on the same page is going to get slippery and awful.

He’s already just starting to get more and more intentionally distant, gracefully excusing himself and offering to babysit other teammates kids and having dinner at Mario's instead of with them and such. He's doing the Jon Snow Right Thing™ and manfully bowing out.

Leaving voicemails like : ...Sorry everything is really piling up. The season, eh? But you seem happy!! Keep it up, I’m so pleased for you, G!

Geno starting to really have had enough of it just like GET YOUR LUDICROUSLY PERFECT BUTT BACK HERE I WANNA SEE ANNA'S TEETH MARKS IN IT YESTERDAY.

Meanwhile Sid whenever even remotely cornered rambles like, I'll give you the best best-man speech, I promise, G. I'm really happy for you *FEELS HEART TEARING IN TWO WHILE SAYING IT*

Is silently pining Sid a thing for us? It is definitely a thing for us.

Anna gets on board with team OT3 with Geno first because she's the smart one obviously. Maybe Geno gets home drunk post-win one day and they’re on a couch with Geno’s head in her lap and he can hide his face in her belly and haltingly explain what he’s kind of been thinking. And once it starts making sense, some of the insecurities about Sid can start to dissolve. Also pregnancy has lowered her already fairly low threshold for dealing with Hockey-Player-flavoured Bullshit - she definitely knows she can only put up with Geno’s moods for so long, and him being so mopey about Sid is only making him even more annoying. She’s really starting to see the appeal of having another person she can tag off with, because Zhenya in a mood is a 6′4+ snappish thundercloud.

Anna: He's been dealing with your drama for a decade, Zhenya, we need him so my pregnant hormones don't force me to murder you. So, how are we gonna do this?

The only solution is basically one step short of tying Sid to a chair and forcibly explain the joys of polyamory to him. But like, you have to ease into things like that if you’re a normal person who wants a successful relationship (Anna). So she gets on board with them all mutually dating, and they start inviting Sid over to hang more. When Anna thaws Sid definitely starts to thaw as well, feeling like he’s welcome to hang out with them and Anna clearly knows he and Geno used to be a thing - they’re still familiar with each other all the time. Maybe a little more than Sid is strictly always comfortable with, with Anna watching them like that. But like, it seems like they want him around and he still does care a lot and Sid is a Good Friend™. So it continues like that for a few more months.

At some point Anna double checked with G like “...You did tell him he's supposed to be dating us right? It sometimes seems like he's trying to gently let you down?” and Geno replying indignantly with, “HE WOULD NEVER THINK THAT OF COURSE HE KNOWS US THREE ARE ENDGAME.” He somehow has completely lost the plot and didn't realize Sid didn't know he was part of the relationship at all.

We’re fairly certain it boils down to after the baby is born, Anna's like "I desperately need a bath and a nap and I don't trust either of you alone with my baby yet, so you must be together."

Sid: But I'm not-"

Geno: Hey is my baby too!

Anna just like SHUSHES them and hands them that lil teeny baby and then gives them both kisses and leaves.

Sid: I think your wife is actually losing it, she kissed both of us, not just you.

Geno would just turn to him with giant hands full of tiny baby, full of heartbroken confusion “You don't want to be WITH US ANY MORE????”

Then they devolve into whisper shouting to not disturb Anna/Nikita

Geno (paraphrased): OF COURSE SHE KISSED YOU. YOU ARE PART OF THIS FAMILY. YOU HELPED US MAKE THIS NURSERY SO BEAUTIFUL. YOU STILL HAVE A DRAWER OF CLOTHES, I WAS GONNA ASK YOU TO MOVE IN PERMANENTLY TO MAKE IT EASIER FOR YOU TO BE WITH NIKITA MORE OFTEN.

So then Sid realizes he’s actually been completely enwrapped into their relationship for months. Like none of the other guys even think its weird any more that he and G ride to and from the rink together. He hasn’t seen the inside of his own house in weeks. Anna’s moans a fews weeks ago when he was rubbing her feet were pornographic and he wasn’t imagining it that she was disappointed when he pulled away (probably to hide a mild chub).

BONUS:

Also we kind of love the idea that G and Anna are low key high key worried that their beautiful baby boy isn't going to learn English right with just them around and struggle in American school, but also he’ll be American and struggle culturally in Russia. Like they are settled in Pittsburgh and have no immediate plans to leave, their kid is gonna go to kindergarten not speaking proper english and be bullied or something!

Which is ridiculous, but like the kind of absurd thing you think about when you have a squishy jelly bag that relies on you for everything and you are two individuals who cannot master grammar.

So they're like "If Sid isn't there, he's going to end up speaking English badly and STRUGGLE." which is unbearable to think about so they keep Sid around, they tease him, just for his English skills.

#sid/geno/anna #sidgenoanna #OT3 #hockey rpf #headcanons from the icy void

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vikingpoteto · 6 years

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So here’s my piece for the @haikyuusecretsanta! A gift for @sit-on-my-cactus based on this post. Happy holidays!!

Title: Fated Pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru Word count: 7,308 Rating: Teen Warnings/Tags: Rated T for Language, Soulmate AU, Rivals to Friends to Lovers, Based on a Tumblr post Summary: Kentarou's soulmate mark is a grim one and he grows up afraid of meeting them. He decides he doesn't need a soulmate at all if someone named Dumbledore needs to die because of it.

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Kentarou had that mark on his wrist for as long as he could remember. He knew it wasn’t a regular birthmark, even though he couldn’t understand it. He didn’t bother asking his father about it, because his father was too much like Kentarou himself - barely used his words, never knew what anything was and grumbled all the time. Kentarou’s mother, on the other hand, was very informative. She would answer Kentarou’s questions without batting an eye. So one day, while his father prepared dinner and she washed the dishes, he asked her about the strange mark.

“That’s your soulmate mark,” she said.

“What is a soulmate?” Kentarou asked.

“A person that it’s destined to be with you forever.”

“Like mum?”

His mother’s lips curved upwards. She almost never smiled, but she would sometimes wear that soft look. Usually when she was around Kentarou and her husband.

“Not quite, kid.”

Kentarou looks horrified. “You’re not going to be with me forever?”

From the counter, Kentarou’s father chokes on his own spit. “Don’t say dumb stuff like that! Of course your ma and I are going to be there for you forever!”

And then he turned red like the beet he was cutting for dinner. Kentarou didn’t understand back then why his father would get red and sweaty so easily, but his mother looked somewhat amused at his reaction.

“They are going to be with you in a different way, Kentarou,” his mother continued as if she wasn’t interrupted. “Like your father is with me.”

“Oh,” Kentarou says and takes another look at his forearm. “What does it mean?”

“It represents the moment you’ll realize your soulmate is the one.”

“But mine is just a bunch of weird symbols!”

Kentarou’s father frowns. “Your soulmate mark are words?”

Kentarou nods and shows him his arm. “What does it say?”

“We can’t see it, kid,” his mother said. “Each person can see their mark only.”

“That’s not cool at all,” Kentarou said with a pout. “I want it gone.”

“It will be gone when you find your soulmate,” his father said. “Now come here and help me.”

Kentarou learns to read at school, but he still can’t tell what the symbols on his arm say. His teacher tells the class about kanji and Kentarou gets pissed at japanese for being so complicated. He has learned a lot about soulmates, mostly from television and manga. His friends at school talk about it often.

He learns that most soul marks are drawings or symbols - which kind of makes sense, since writing is a relatively new thing in human history and soulmate marks have existed since… well. Forever. His parents won’t tell him what their marks were, much to his annoyance. It’s common for people to keep their marks to themselves, since it’s a personal thing. As much as it is normal for people to put doodles of the mark as their profile picture in social media.

He also learns that everyone has a soul mark, even though not everyone marries their soulmate. Some people are just really good friends with theirs.

One night, Kentarou watches his father gasp as his mother walks into the room. “Your ma hasn’t been this happy in a while. I wonder if something good happened,” he says.

Kentarou’s mother looks the same to him, though. Serious face, dark clothes and tightly shut mouth. If you look closely, there is some sort of sparkle in her eyes, but Kentarou only sees it because he knows her since he was born. Later, she tells them she got a promotion at work and Kentarou’s father holds her hand in celebration. They are not like the couples on TV, all tight hugs and big smiles and love promises (for which Kentarou thanks God , he wouldn’t bear being the child of a disgusting couple like those) but they are perfect for each other in their own grumpy way.

That’s when Kentarou realizes that he wants his soulmate to be his spouse. He wouldn’t want to marry anyone that couldn’t understand him like that.

Soulmates were something to look forward to, something everyone seemed to want. Kentarou… thinks he understands. A soulmate is a person that is destined to be by your side. It doesn’t matter what. It’s someone that will understand you and be there for you. A best friend. A partner. Kentarou doesn’t admit it out loud, but he would like to have that, someday.

When Kentarou learns how to write “death”, his blood goes cold. Because it looks just like one of the kanji on his wrist. He still can’t read the entire sentence, but he doesn’t think having “death” related to the moment he’ll find out who his soulmate is can be a good omen.

He hides in his closet and tries to scratch the word out, as if making it disappear will change his fate. He’s been looking forward to meeting his soulmate for years. They can’t be dead, can they? He cries of anger and frustration until his parents find him. It takes a lot for them to get Kentarou to explain what was wrong.

When he finally admits it, his father takes him into his lap and squeezes him tightly, turning a pleading gaze to Kentarou’s mother. She tries to tell him not to take the message too seriously, it might have a different meaning. Soulmate marks are misinterpreted all the time and no one can be completely sure of the meaning, even after the soulmate is revealed and the mark disappears for good.

Kentarou wills himself to stop crying in front of them. They are clearly scared and worried. He doesn’t want to worry his parents anymore.

On that night, Kentarou thinks to himself he might have to live without a soulmate. It’s not unheard of. People that lose their partner way too soon. People that never meet their soulmate at all. Maybe Kentarou is one of these cases. If his mark represents the moment he finds out who his soulmate is, maybe he’ll figure out he’s in love in the worst possible moment. Kentarou imagines himself holding a stranger - he can’t quite see their features, but he imagines his soulmate must have soft hair and a pretty face - and the stranger is in great pain. They are bleeding out. Kentarou realizes they’re the one as their face turns pale and their eyes lose the sparkle.

(Kentarou watches way too much shonen anime, he can picture it perfectly.)

He bites back a new wave of tears and gets angry at the universe for getting his hopes up and then bringing him down so abruptly. He gets angry and he decides that he doesn’t want to meet his soulmate at all. He’ll never fall in love. He’ll never know who this soft haired stranger is and they will never break his heart.

Who needs a dumb soulmate anyway?

Not him.

Screw soulmates.

Kentarou is hellbent on not falling in love, ever. He knows that there are people who don’t. He tries not to get too close to people, because he doesn’t want to watch his best friend die either. How does that work, anyway? Can it be avoided? If Kentarou manages to not have friends or romantic interests, will his soulmate not die? Or they’ll die nonetheless, just without his knowledge?

Unfortunately, he’s not successful. He joins the volleyball team, because he loves the sport and volleyball can’t die in his arms. He makes sure to keep his distance, but it’s not as simple as it seems. A sweet boy named Watari keeps talking to him regardless of how many times Kentarou pushes him away. Their captain insists in including Kentarou in everything the team does, despite his protests. And a cute girl from the female volleyball team greets him with a smile everytime she sees him. She is pretty and has soft hair. Watari becomes Kentarou’s best friend. He falls for the girl without even trying.

He really has to work on his pariah skills.

Kentarou can’t help it when Watari becomes a part of his life, the two of them being in the same team and all that, but he avoids the girl often enough. His heart still races to the sight of her, but he keeps his distance. She doesn’t actively seek him. He graduates without a girlfriend and with a bitter heart.

“ Fuck ,” Kentarou barks

He manages to hit the ball in the last second, but not without losing his balance. Kentarou ends up falling on his ass after the effort to stop the ball from hitting him in the face. No one even thinks of laughing, however, because it’s Kentarou and everyone but the third years is afraid of him. Everyone but the third years and the motherfucker that served a ball right at Kentarou’s nose.

He is on his feet and marching toward the net even before Watari can ask him if he’s okay.

“You did that on purpose!” Kentarou accuses.

From the other side of the net, Yahaba Shigeru scowls at him. “We are in the middle of volleyball practice,” he says. “Are you accusing me of hitting the ball on purpose?”

“You threw the ball at my face and you know it, you little shit!”

“I am playing,” Yahaba says cooly. “It’s not my fault you can’t receive a ball properly.”

If it wasn’t for the net between them, Kentarou would have punched Yahaba’s stupid nose. He starts to go beneath it to do just that, but before he can do anything, Oikawa is there. Of course he is. Oikawa is a fucking pain in the ass that magically appears everytime Kentarou is about to give Yahaba exactly what he deserves.

“Now, now, what’s the issue here?”

“Nothing,” Yahaba says at the same time Kyoutani barks, “he freaking served a ball at my face!”

Yahaba gives Kyoutani a stern look. “You must have been the worst middle schooler ever.”

“Now, now,” Oikawa repeats gesturing annoyingly at the two of them as if that means something. “Are you hurt, Mad Dog-chan?”

“Of course I’m not. I managed to receive it. Only because I’m a damn good player.”

“If you’re so good, then it shouldn’t be an issue,” Yahaba says. “If you were actually paying attention to practice…”

“Just because I’m good enough to get your half-assed serves doesn’t mean I should be pulling your weight,” Kentarou says.

That finally gets a reaction. Yahaba’s face grows red with anger, which makes Kentarou feel good and bad at the same time. Good, because Yahaba Shigeru is a walking piece of shit and he needs to get knocked down from his high horse every now and then. Bad, because… Well. Kentarou isn’t sure. He just feels conflicted every time he argues with Yahaba.

“Enough,” Oikawa says, his voice unusually serious. Kentarou hates that both him and Yahaba automatically obey him. “Mad Dog-chan, if you’re not hurt, there’s no need to be angry, is there? And Yahaba is right, you should be paying attention. Also ,” Oikawa raises his voice when Kentarou tries to protest, “Kyoutani is right, Yahaba, you have more control than that. You shouldn’t be serving in a way that will get you a foul. Apologize and be more careful, will you?”

Yahaba pouts, but he doesn’t dare go against their captain when he’s being this reasonable. Instead, he side-eyes Kentarou and spits an “I’m sorry” before turning around and running back to his position.

Kentarou backs off before Oikawa says anything else, annoyed. Sometimes, volley practice freaking sucks.

In a way, it’s easier than middle school. He hates half of the team, so chances are none of them is his dying soulmate. He interacts mostly with Yahaba, Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Watari and… Well. Oikawa is too flashy for Kentarou to get along with him, so he isn’t afraid of their idiotic captain. Iwaizumi is amazing and all, but Kentarou doesn’t think they’ll ever be close enough. He’s still afraid Watari will turn out to be his platonic soulmate, but part of him already knows that it isn’t like that. Watari is his friend, sure, but a regular friend. Not a fated-to-be-with-him-forever friend.

And then there is Yahaba Shigeru, the outlet to Kentarou’s every frustration. It was hate at the first sight and he and Yahaba have been fighting over stupid things since day one. It’s safe to be around Yahaba, because Yahaba isn’t afraid of him and, despite him being annoying as fuck, it’s almost fun to antagonize him. It’s safe for Kentarou to be around people like Yahaba, people that can’t stand him, because they’ll never fall in love with him or be his partner for life.

It’s been a couple of years since Kentarou learned what his soulmate mark says. Most people have drawings, abstract symbols and weird shapes or random words to be interpreted – Watari himself once told Kentarou that his looks a bit like a cat – but Kentarou? Kentarou has a whole sentence.

I can’t believe Dumbledore is dead , it reads perfectly on Kentarou’s wrist.

First of all, what the hell is a Dumbledore? Is Kentarou’s soulmate a foreigner? What the fuck does that sentence even mean?

Kentarou is tempted to look further into it, but he doesn’t want to. Whatever situation in which he realizes he’s in love while someone else talks about death can’t be good. He’s decided a long ago that he would put an end in this situation by never meeting his soulmate. Ever. He will pretend that stupid ominous sentence isn’t there and carry on with his life perfectly soulmateless.

The thing about feeling safe around someone is that you get reckless.

Kentarou has been extremely careful not to get attached to anyone, because that might lead someone named Dumbledore to their death. However, he is a regular boy and he doesn’t think he could completely isolate himself and not get crushingly lonely. So he seeks loopholes.

It’s safe to be with Watari, since Watari’s mark is some sort of cat drawing and Kentarou is the exact opposite of a cat person. It’s safe to look up to Iwaizumi-san, because it’s common knowledge that Iwaizumi-san has already found his soulmate on his first year of high school, though he keeps their identity a secret for some reason.

And it’s safe to go around messing with Yahaba Shigeru, because Yahaba Shigeru hates him.

Kentarou should know better. He should have known better and yet…

Kentarou and Yahaba Shigeru stand in the hallway, each holding a bucket full of water. Neither of them thought the teacher would actually do that to them – such an old school punishment Kentarou thought it was just an anime thing – but that’s what they get for getting into a shouting match right before the first class of the day.

God, Oikawa is going to be a pain in the ass about this if he finds out.

The two boys stand there, stiff, both refusing to complain about the weight of the buckets, because the first to do so is obviously the loser. (Kentarou himself isn’t sure about what he would be losing, since he can’t quite remember why he and Yahaba have been fighting in the first place, but he sure as hell isn’t giving up.) Aside from muffled noises from inside the classroom, there’s nothing to break the tense silence.

Then, unexpectedly, Yahaba says, “did you hear that?”

Kentarou glares at him as if he’s being insane. Since when do they talk like polite human beings?

“Hear what?” He asks back petulantly.

“Shh,” Yahaba makes.

Kentarou gets irrationally annoyed by that – how dare Yahaba ask him a question and then tell him to be quiet when he tries to answer it? – and he’s about to start yelling at him again when he does hear it. A faint whine.

Yahaba carelessly sets down his bucket and heads to the windows. He lets out a soft gasp. Kentarou ends up following him with a begrudging, “what?”

“There’s a dog,” Yahaba says, pointing at the bushes on the ground floor.

Kentarou scowls and leans in, searching. It isn’t long before he notices a dirty little ball of fur in the middle of the leaves. It’s so small it could be a cat, except it’s got long ears. And it does not look like a cat enjoying the sun. They hear another soft whimper.

He puts down the bucket immediately and heads to the stairs.

“What are you doing?” Yahaba hisses. “We’re going to get in trouble!”

“What do you mean what am I doing?” Kentarou glares. “It is probably hurt, I gotta help him!”

Instead of threatening to rat him out to the teacher, Yahaba follows him.

“Didn’t know you were a vet,” he says.

“You got a better suggestion?” Kentarou shoots right back.

“No, I don’t,” Yahaba concedes.

The boys head downstairs without running into anyone – since everyone is in class anyway – so they’re able to rush outside without resistance. Finding the little fur ball is easy enough. They were right. It is a dog. A small, light brown puppy, so skinny it’s painful to watch, so dirty and weak it can be barely seen. It whimpers weakly when Kentarou and Yahaba approach it, scared.

“We do have to help it,” Yahaba says.

He walks up to the dog carefully, but with resolution, taking off his jacket to wrap the puppy with it. Kentarou had never imagined proper and prim Yahaba doing such a thing.

The thing about feeling safe is that that’s when you’re most vulnerable. On that afternoon, Kentarou’s most hated teammate Yahaba Shigeru becomes just Yahaba: the guy that helped him pick up a stray puppy and snuck out of school to get it to safety.

Their absence is noted and they get in trouble. They get yelled at by the teacher, the guidance counselor and even Iwaizumi-san. Kentarou would be relieved if those were the only consequences.

Saving a puppy together kind of changes your relationship with someone. Neither of them can take the dog home, so they build a shelter for it at the park. Kentarou isn’t sure how they establish that, but they end up taking turns on who feeds it and visiting it after practice more often than they should. Because of that, they have more and more civilized conversations in which neither is yelling. It’s almost as though they’re friends.

Except they still argue inside court because of Yahaba’s annoying adoration of Oikawa and Kentarou’s refusal to be a team player.

Then Interhigh happens and Yahaba slams Kentarou against a wall, lecturing him on his ways, and forces Kentarou to see things under a light he hasn’t considered before. For the second time, Yahaba shows a side Kentarou didn’t know – a strong, passionate side, the proof that Yahaba isn’t just Oikawa’s pushover, but has a determination of his own – and Kentarou can’t help but respect that.

They lose. It’s frustrating and painful, but it only makes them more determined to get revenge next year. When Kentarou sits by Yahaba’s side on the bus, instead of taking his usual seat next to Watari, they make a promise.

(That is the first time Kentarou notices that Yahaba’s face is prettier than he initially thought.)

When exams come, for the first time in his life Kentarou manages to forget about soulmates completely. Being a second year, the teachers are starting to pressure him into choosing an appropriate university and he isn’t so sure about what he wants. The volleyball club takes a break, which means Kentarou doesn’t have anything else to distract him.

(Except visiting the dog sometimes.)

Watari gets horrified when he sees Kentarou’s last grades and calls for an intervention. That’s how he finds himself sitting between Watari and Yahaba in a public library, cramming a week before the exams.

Much to Kentarou’s delight, Yahaba isn’t that better at studying than he is.

"This is bullshit," Yahaba says. "I'm never using literature in real life."

"Usually people say that about math," Watari says without raising his eyes from his work.

"Math is way more useful than this," Yahaba insists. "It keeps asking what the recurrent mention of Yoshiko's green eyes means. It means she had green eyes! Who cares!"

Kentarou presses his lips together tightly so he won't start laughing. He doesn't know why it is so funny to see Yahaba annoyed at something that isn't Kentarou, but it is.

"We should take a break," he suggests. "If I solve one more equation, I'll shove this book up Shimada-sensei's ass."

Now it's Yahaba's turn to hold back a snort, but he isn't as successful as Kentarou. For some reason, the fact that Yahaba finds his snarky comments funny is even more pleasant than the fact that now Kentarou isn't the primary source of irritation for Yahaba. Kentarou tries not to think too much about it and attributes any weird feelings he might be experiencing to the exhaustion of studying all afternoon long.

"Fine, we can take a break," Watari concedes.

Kentarou and Yahaba let out identical sighs of relief in unison as they close their books. The satisfaction in both of their faces is way too obvious and it makes Watari give them a judgemental look. Neither of them looks guilty enough, considering the fact that they should be very grateful. If it wasn't for Watari, they probably wouldn't have gotten any studying done.

"You know what would be fun?" Yahaba asks. "We could go to the park after this. Play something?"

"We are not supposed to be practicing," Watari reminds him. "If coach finds out we're playing right before the exams we're going to get in trouble."

"It doesn't need to be volleyball," Yahaba says. "It's just... to unwind a bit? We could play baseball or something."

Kentarou likes the idea more than he can say. They can even take the opportunity to visit the dog - that they wittingly have been calling Dog, under the excuse that they'll get too attached to it if they give it a name. However, he probably shouldn't stay out so late. His parents have been complaining that he doesn't spend any time at home recently - which might or might not have been caused by the amount of time he's wasting with Yahaba after class - and he promised he'd be home for dinner.

"I can't," he says, simply.

The betrayed look Yahaba gives him almost makes him change his mind - recently, he found out it's very hard to say no to whatever Yahaba asks - but, before he says anything stupid, Watari intervenes:

"Where will we get energy to play anything after this unholy amount of homework?"

Yahaba turns bashful. "Then we could do something else? Maybe go to the movies?"

Kentarou glares at him. Yahaba has been weird for a while now. It was him the one to suggest studying in the Public Library, claiming that it would be better for them to focus there, even though the school library would have been a more practical option. He's been jumpy and unfocused all afternoon. There's something up.

"What's the matter?" Kentarou asks.

"Nothing," Yahaba says, too quickly. "What's your matter?"

"Nothing my ass," Kentarou insists. "Why you don’t wanna go home?"

Watari gives Kentarou a confused look as if he hadn't noticed Yahaba's obvious weird behavior. Instead of explaining, Kentarou glares down at Yahaba until he sighs and admits:

"Fine. I just... My neighbor confessed to me."

Something inside Kentarou's stomach drops and he doesn't think he fully understands the words. A confession. A love confession.

Watari lets out an exaggerated gasp and leans over the table as if getting physically closer to Yahaba will help him absorb information faster.

"Your neighbor, you say? Is it someone I know? Do they go to Aoba Johsai?"

"Shhhh," Yahaba looks around to make sure no one is listening. "Yes, but you have to keep it a secret, okay? It's... You know Wei, from the basketball club?"

"That foreign student? I didn't know he was your neighbor."

"Well, he is and... He thinks... He said he thinks his soul mark might refer to me."

Watari makes a strangled noise and seconds later a librarian appears to give them a nasty look. Watari apologizes softly and fidgets on the same place until she goes away and he can press Yahaba for more details.

"And? You think he's your soulmate?"

"I don't know," Yahaba says. "He... He is kinda handsome and cool. I... He's obviously not in love with me or anything, but he said he had a crush on me for a while and he thinks... I don't know. He wants to try going out and see how it goes."

"What's your mark?" Watari asks eagerly.

"That's personal," Yahaba says, his hand flying to his own wrist - the same spot where Kentarou has his own mark. "But maybe..."

"What did you say to him?" Kentarou asks. His voice sounds weirdly tight.

Yahaba gives him a curious look and, when he speaks, he does it very carefully. "I don't know yet. Which is why I'm avoiding him."

"That's idiotic," Kentarou says. "You already told him you're not giving him an answer right away. What are you hiding for?"

"Kyoutani is right," Watari says. "He'll understand that you need to think about it."

"I don't know, all right?" Yahaba pouts. "I'm just freaked out. I mean, what would you do if you could meet your soulmate right now?"

"Touché," Watari says with a shrug.

Kentarou scowls, but decides not to say anything. What if he met his soulmate, indeed. There is no way of knowing who they are until some person named Dumbledore is dead and Kentarou doesn't like to think about it or what it implies. Instead of telling his friends about his worries, he moves his leg until his knee is touching Yahaba's.

He doesn't know why he does it. Something about the proximity between them makes him feel less uneasy. Yahaba doesn't say or do anything to acknowledge the small contact - perhaps he doesn't even notice it - but he doesn't move away. Maybe Kentarou is going crazy, but he can swear Yahaba's shoulders look less stiff after that.

Kentarou always feeds Dog on Saturdays, since the park is on his usual afternoon jog route. When he arrives to the park, however, he finds that Yahaba beat him to it.

And he looks absolutely miserable for someone playing with a dog in a beautiful afternoon.

"What's wrong with your face?" Kentarou asks.

Yahaba glares daggers at him. "What's wrong with your face ?"

Kentarou scowls back and crosses his arms.

"Fine," Yahaba sighs. "I went on a date with Wei today. And then dumped him."

Kentarou blinks. "Oh. What, your date sucked, so you came to Dog for comfort?"

"The date was fine," Yahaba turns his attention back to Dog, rubbing its belly. "But I didn't like it either way. I don't want Wei to be my soulmate."

Carefully, Kentarou crouches down next to Yahaba and watches Dog rolling around happily. It's none of his business, he thinks. Yahaba is his friend, sure, but he doesn't like thinking about soulmates and he isn't about to meddle into any of his friends' love life. He doesn't want to, shouldn't want to.

"Why not?" he hears himself asking despite everything.

Yahaba rubs Dog's belly five more times before he finally says, "he's not that fun to be around. I'd rather spend time with you than with him."

Kentarou's stomach does a weird flop. Only then Yahaba seems to notice what he just admitted and his face goes crimson.

"Th-that is, you're such a pain in the ass and I still prefer hanging out with you," he amends.

Whatever he says, Kentarou doesn't think his heart will stop racing anytime soon.

"Jerk," he says, elbowing Yahaba on the side.

" You're a jerk," Yahaba elbows him back.

Both boys turn their attention to the dog and decide not to talk about that anymore.

Kentarou's last year of high school feels different from the past years, for some reason. He has to study harder than he ever had and he throws himself at volleyball practice harder than he ever had. He's now the team's ace, so of course he does it. His new captain might be a pain in the ass, but Yahaba is much more tolerable than Oikawa ever was. Club activities are funner than ever.

His last year of high school passes on the blink of an eye and it isn't until the very end that Kentarou fully fathoms that it's over. He might get to join the volleyball team in University too, but it won't be the same. People at the university won't understand Kentarou's undying admiration for Iwaizumi-san. Watari won't be there. Dog won't be there.

Yahaba won't be there.

It isn't that he didn't see it coming. He did. He got tired of hearing teachers, classmates, underclassmen, his parents, the guidance counselor, everyone and their mom talking about how the end was near.

Still, Kentarou didn't fully realize what was happening until it did happen and it suddenly is graduation day.

Overwhelmed, he decides that no one really expects him to stay during the entire ceremony, so he looks for an empty classroom to take a breather. Months ago, he’d be able to hide for as long as he wanted, and no one would even notice.

Now, however, there is one person that is always paying attention to him.

“Why are you hiding here?” Yahaba asks.

Kentarou hides because he likes being alone. Sometimes, being around people gets just too tiring and he needs to get away from them for a while. Often he needs a break from his classmates and even most of his teammates.

The funny thing, though, is that he hardly ever needs a break from Yahaba. It's weird, because Yahaba is one of the most overbearing people Kentarou has ever met, but they somehow became inseparable. It's weird, because rationally Kentarou knows that he's only known Yahaba for three years and they've been friends for roughly one third of that time, but they just fit together inexplicably. If someone had told him that two years ago, he would have laughed at them, but Yahaba is his best friend. With all of their bickering and competitiveness and support and fun times and arguing and laughing and yelling, Kyoutani Kentarou and Yahaba Shigeru are friends.

So instead of telling him to piss off, Kentarou just makes a noncommittal sound. Yahaba smiles softly and walks closer.

"Don't you get lonely, Kyoutani?" He teases.

"You missed me that much?" Kentarou snarks back.

Rather than acting miffed as usual, Yahaba nudges at him lightly with his elbow. And then he doesn't move away. They stand side by side, their arms pressed together, both watching the wind gently blowing at the trees outside.

"We're graduating," Yahaba says.

"You don't say," Kentarou replies, which earns him a stern look.

It takes a couple of seconds before Yahaba tries again.

"Aren't you going to miss this?" he asks.

So apparently Yahaba needs to have a last cheesy conversation. Kentarou sighs. He decides to make a concession, just this time.

Not too much, though.

"No, I'm not gonna miss it. It was hell and I hate everyone here."

Yahaba doesn't say anything to that, so Kentarou starts feeling guilty for being a jerk. He huffs out an annoyed sigh.

"The club was fun, though."

Yahaba smiles softly. He looks unfairly beautiful wearing that melancholic expression.

"The club was the funnest," he says. "I wonder how it's going to be from now on."

"We're going to college," Kentarou says, "and we're going to play against each other and my team is going to wipe the floor with yours."

Yahaba snorts. "You wish! If you become their ace, then you got no chance."

Kentarou turns to him fully, his mouth opening in indignancy. Not even when their relationship consisted of arguing only had Yahaba said such a harsh insult. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Yahaba grins, satisfied with that reaction. "Your biggest strength is that you're a wild card, but I've been your setter for an entire year. I can read you like an open book."

"Fuck off," Kentarou says. "The hell you can."

"Yes, I do," Yahaba insists, now turning to him as well. "I know you, Kyoutani. Better than anyone else."

For some reason, Kentarou doesn't think they're talking about volleyball anymore.

And that's when he reaches for Yahaba's tie and pulls him down for a kiss.

When their lips touch, it’s overwhelming. It’s unsure and tentative still, but Kentarou feels it. Yahaba lets out a soft sigh and yes, more of that sound, please . He loops his arms around Yahaba’s slim waist, bringing him close and relishing on the feeling of their chest flushed together, the way Yahaba buries his fingers in the short hairs of his nape and kisses him back.

They break apart too soon, both boys too breathless considering how small and chaste the kiss was.

It felt so right that it takes a moment for Kentarou to remember that it isn’t supposed to be happening. Soulmates. Weird marks. Yahaba probably is fated to fall in love with someone else while Kentarou is destined to watch Dumbledore die, apparently.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” Kentarou hears himself whispering.

For a second, Yahaba looks hurt. First by Kentarou’s words and then by the memory of the mark he carries somewhere on his body. A mark that probably has nothing to do with Kentarou. The proof that whatever this is between them, it’s probably not forever.

“You wanna stop?” Yahaba asks.

What Yahaba wants is clear. The fact that he wants this as bad as Kentarou doesn’t make this any easier. Kentarou has always had a hard time telling Yahaba no, even back in their second year when their relationship consisted of sarcastic remarks and loud arguments inside the court.

“That’s the last thing I want, dumbass,” he hears himself saying.

Yahaba kisses him again and this time Kentarou doesn’t let him pull away. Their kiss, pretty much like everything else they do, is a competition. It’s rough and sweet, desperate and nice, forbidden and right .

University isn’t that different from high school, if you ask Kentarou. He is still part of the volleyball club. There are still annoying people in his classes. There are still people that fear him for no damn valid reason. Granted, classes are less boring, since now he gets to study something that actually interests him and is going to be of real use. Now he gets to live in the dorms instead of his parents' home, which is fun.

Kentarou is happy with the way his like has turned out, all things considered. If he had to complain about something, it'd be that he misses seeing his friends everyday.

(He won't, though, because he'll die before admitting something so embarrassing out loud.)

There's something fun about seeing Yahaba on the other side of the net, however. Having an actual excuse to trashtalk him without Watari telling him he's supposed to be nicer to his teammates. They don't get to play against each other, both being freshmen, but they get to exchange a few insults for old times sake.

And even better: after the game, while the others shower, they get to sneak out behind the gym to kiss and make up for the time they spent apart.

No, Kentarou will not complain about the way things are right now. He goes to sleep to Yahaba's good night text. They manage to find time in their busy schedules to meet at least once a week. Whenever they hold hands, whenever they lips touch, Kentarou melts in a little puddle of happiness, which is so disgusting it makes his skin crawl.

The thing is: he's happy. Yahaba looks incredibly happy, too. They never exactly talk about this thing between them. They're friends. They kiss, go on dates... But they avoid labels. Because dating someone is a huge risk. You're either that person's soulmate or you're not, and neither of them wants to burst their little bubble of bliss with that kind of pressure. They don't want to think about the fact that they'll either be together forever or that one day someone else will appear and they'll realize their mark means they're meant to be with someone else.

At some point, Yahaba becomes just Shigeru. The name feels right on Kentarou's tongue. It's easy for Kentarou to think he wants this to last forever when Shigeru leans against him and smiles. It's easy to just say screw it and kiss their intertwined fingers tenderly, enjoying the moment. When they're apart, though, there's always a small part on the back of his mind that feels anxious.

Shigeru never brings up his soulmate mark and Kentarou doesn't ask. Is it because he doesn't want to pressure Kentarou? Is it because the mark doesn't have anything to do with Kentarou and this relationship is just something temporary to him? He doesn't dare ask.

He's glad that Shigeru doesn't ask about his either. Kentarou would have a hard time explaining the moment he falls in love with his soulmate is related to some foreign guy's death. Some things are better left unsaid.

Kentarou is still shorter, but Shigeru likes to sit between his legs when they play video games together anyway.

“You missed an enemy,” Kentarou points out, resting his chin on the top of Shigeru’s head.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Shigeru says, “I was too busy trying not to die while these motherfuckers from every possible side while you smothered me to death in real life.”

“I’m not smothering you to death,” Kentarou says as he wraps his arms more firmly around Yahaba’s waist.

“You are doing it again,” Shigeru complains.

“Want me to let go of you?”

Shigeru tilts his head back to glare at Kentarou. “You know I don’t. Jerk.”

Kentarou laughs and leans in for a kiss. It’s sloppy and awkward in that position and Shigeru lets out a weird noise in protest that makes him laugh harder. They both hear it when Shigeru’s character dies, but neither pays attention to it. Shigeru breaks the kiss only long enough so he can turn around and face Kentarou.

Kentarou lets him straddle his lap and pulls him closer, because he can never get tired of this, of them. Every time he buries his fingers in Shigeru’s soft hair, every time they laugh together, he is sure that he couldn’t be happier, and yet—

“Kentarou?” Shigeru murmurs, his forehead still pressed to his. “What’s wrong?”

Kentarou didn’t realize he got suddenly tense. Usually when he kisses Shigeru, he manages to forget about those troublesome things.

“Nothing,” he lies. “Let’s go back to making out.”

“Kentarou,” Shigeru says in his captain voice. The voice he used to force Kentarou to play nice to people from other schools back then.

He sighs. “It really is nothing. It’s just—I really like you,” he admits.

Shigeru runs his fingers across the line of his jaw. “I really like you too,” he murmurs. “I wouldn’t say that that’s nothing.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Kentarou says, frustrated.

“I know. I know what you mean.” Shigeru glances at his left wrist. “I… I think about that too.”

“It sucks that there’s nothing we can do about it,” Kentarou says. “That we have no choice.”

“I don’t see it like that,” Shigeru says. “I think… I think the marks are there because we make a choice. No one can tell me what to do.”

Kentarou gives him a crooked smile. “That last part is partially true. Oikawa used to tell you what to do all the time.”

“I agreed with Oikawa-san about what I had to do, that’s different. Anyway, Oikawa-san isn’t here now, though I find a bit concerning that you’re mentioning other attractive guy when I’m literally sitting on your lap.”

“Jealous?”

“No, you dork,” Shigeru pinches him. “But hey, Kentarou?”

“What?”

“I am here right now because I choose to be. Okay?”

Kentarou is physically ill because of how disgustingly happy he is at the moment.

“Okay,” he says.

When Kentarou gets a text that from Shigeru that says “S.O.S.”, he doesn’t worry. He’s known Shigeru long enough to know he’s a huge drama queen. Not unexpectedly, the first text is soon followed by an overdramatic “come pick me up right now, Shinji is a monster.”

Kentarou doesn’t think any accusations of Watari doing anything wrong can be true, but he heads to his apartment to pick up his stupid boyfriend anyway. And by pick up he means just get there so they can walk together to Kentarou’s dorm and Shigeru can complain about whatever happened at Watari’s.

As soon as he arrives, Shigeru comes running towards him.

“You won’t believe what he put me through,” he says, adorably indignant.

Kentarou waves at Watari as he and Shigeru start walking side by side.

“I told him I had never watched a Harry Potter movie,” Shigeru tells him, “so he got all offended and we marathoned six of them. Six entire movies, Ken.”

Shigeru is rambling and Kentarou isn’t really listening. Instead, he intertwines their fingers – Shigeru barely notices it, so used he is with Kentarou touching him – and Kentarou watches as Shigeru’s expression changes during his rant. Shigeru, who is strong and beautiful and smart and determined. It’s stupid to get that riled up over a series of children movies, but there is Shigeru. Kentarou loves that passionate side of him.

Oh, he realizes.

Kentarou really loves it. Actually, he loves Shigeru. He is falling in love with him. Hard. That realization shocks him into going back to the present on time to hear Shigeru saying:

“…and the sixth one? That was bullshit. I can’t believe Dumbledore is dead.”

Kentarou gasps loudly. The words. Those are the words. A burning feeling comes from his wrist and he is sure this is the feeling of the words disappearing. Kentarou has finally fully realized he’s in love with his soulmate.

“What?” Shigeru asks, a hint of worry in his eyes. “I didn’t think you minded spoilers that much.”

“It’s you,” Kentarou says. “You’re the one.”

Shigeru blinks at him in confusion and then lets out a surprised gasp when he feels the burning on his wrist too. His own mark disappearing. He stares at his wrist in disbelief and then turns to Kentarou.

“That’s not how I imagined those words being said,” Shigeru says in awe. “Wait… This means you’re the one too. You’re- You’re my one! Like Harry Potter.”

“Shigeru, what the fuck.”

“Because he’s the chosen one, see?”

“God, I can’t believe you’re my soulmate.”

“Except that I am. Oh my God. Oh my God, Ken, you looove me.”

“Why are you teasing me about it, you fucking dork? You love me too.”

Shigeru smiles at him. “I really do.”

“You—” Kentarou’s stomach does a backflip. “You dumbass, you can’t just say it like that.”

“I might be a dumbass, but I’m your dumbass.”

“Shigeru. Just shut up and kiss me.”

“Yup.”

“Shigeru.”

Shigeru is laughing when he leans down to kiss his boyfriend.

Kentarou had that goddamn mark on his wrist for as long as he could remember. Probably even before J.K. Rowling decided to kill off that ridiculous guy in her books. It caused him a lot of anxiety and anguish in his entire life.

However, the mark is gone now. And it being gone means that there’s some mystic force out there saying that Kentarou and Shigeru can be happy together for the rest of their lives.

If he thinks about it like that, he doesn’t hate it anymore.

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Tyler Seguin #2

so this little imagine just kinda came to me, sorry i’ve been sort of shit with posting lately and i can’t find any inspiration but i hope you all liked this even though the end was horrible :)))

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It was the first official day of the teams off-season. Yet, here most of them were in Jamie’s backyard drinking some beers and splashing in the pool. Honestly you were glad Jamie and his wife, Katie, decided to have everyone over. It meant you actually got a evening off to sit and relax while slipping a martini and smiling as Katie rubbed her growing belly.

“I still can’t believe you’re pregnant,” you stated while bringing the straw to your lips and taking another sip. Katie was beaming back a smile before throwing a hand to you.

“I can’t believe you’re not,” she scoffed, “what has it been two years now, of lovey dovey crap from Seguin?”

“Almost three,” you sighed.

The fact Tyler hadn’t even proposed to you yet did make you a little anxious. But you were good at keeping your cool and not over thinking it too much. Instead you just kept loving the boy, only slightly hoping you’d be wearing a ring and having his last name one day. There was no rush. Somedays it felt like the past three years were actually three days, and you knew Tyler and you weren’t breaking up anytime soon.

“And he hasn’t proposed?” Katie’s friend, Lillian, questioned. Her face was twisted up while she gave you a surprised look.

You shrugged, “no,”

“It’s alright, Patrick didn’t propose to me for almost four years, had me on my toes,” Abby chuckled and sipped her martini.

“I’m not really, like concerned, we’re good,” you smiled at the small group of ladies. They all gave you a smile back, but you knew they were all still thinking about it.

Just then Abby’s youngest, Sadie, came up to you ladies and shyly asked her mom where the bathroom was. Abby got up and helped her little girl, as they walked away you caught yourself watching them a little too much. Having kids was a dream of yours. You wanted to be a mommy, and either have a little boy with Tyler’s ridiculous hockey skills or a daughter to spoil each and every day. Heck, your daughter could play hockey too! You stopped your silly fantasies from going on as you looked across the yard and saw your boyfriend walking up the patio steps.

As he caught your gaze, he smiled and quickly made his way towards you. Mirroring his smile, you looking up at him as he places his hand gently down on your shoulder - which you placed your hand over top of his and leaned into his touch. These little moments just happened so naturally, you didn’t even realize how lovesick you probably looked till you caught Katie’s stare.

“Did you need a refill?” Tyler asked as his eyes stayed glued to yours.

“Yes,” you nodded and lifted your empty glass, “please,” you added.

“I’ll be right back then,” Tyler said while leaning down and pecking your lips.

As Tyler walked off you looked over your shoulder and watched him, smiling to yourself at how good he looked even from behind - or especially from behind. Hockey bums were the best bums, Tyler’s being the best of them all of course. You were in your own world as Tyler walked through the open patio doors, that was till someone cleared their throat.

You wiped your head around and saw that someone was Katie, she was smiling slyly and tucking her chin down to give you a suggestive look. You felt your cheek heat up, she had caught you shamelessly checking out your boyfriend. Katie looked at her two friends that were sitting with us and lifted her hand up.

“See what I mean ladies?” She questioned.

“O-kay, Katie,” you rolled your eyes but she was quick to argue back.

“I mean it! If that stupid boy doesn’t propose soon I’m going to lose it,” she said.

You chuckled and just rolled your eyes again. But honestly, you were sort of in the same boat. Especially lately, with it being wedding season, and getting all these wedding invitations in the mail. Now with Katie and Abby and the others all agreeing that you and Tyler should already be engaged. You were biting down on your nails as Tyler returned, reaching around you to show the now full glass of wine.

You snapped out of your deep thoughts and smiled, “thank you,” you said.

“You good?” Tyler asked. You peered up at him while taking the glass from his hand. He had a bottle of water in his hand and was squinting down at you as the setting sun got into his eyes.

“Yeah,” you nodded and smiled.

“Good,” he said and leaned down to kiss your forehead this time. You kept smiling as he walked away and back to the boys.

After another glass of wine and the sun setting, everyone settled around the outdoor fire place and a buzz of conversation kept up with the group. Leaning into Tyler, you tucked your feet up and he helped you cover up with one of the blankets. As time went on you kept up with the conversation as much as you could, but soon enough you were listening to Tyler do more of the talking.

Tyler’s hand found it’s way into your hair, softly brushing through it with one hand while sipping his drink in the other. You toyed with the strings of his hoodie, staring up at him every once in a while as he checked on if you were sleeping or not. Truth be told, it was getting pretty tough to not nod off.

“I think we’re going to head out,” Abby said as she finished speaking with her eldest daughter. Seemed she was finished with whatever was entertaining her on that iPad she had been glued to.

“Did you want to go now too?” Tyler asked, whispering into your ear. You nodded and began to get up. “We’re going to go too,” he announced as everyone was saying goodbye to the Sharp family.

You got up and stretched before standing up and saying your goodbyes. Making sure you had everything, you said one last goodbye to Katie and then followed the Sharps and Tyler out the front door. Tyler was carrying little Sadie, having had scooped her up for a hug goodbye but she didn’t want him to let go. So he happily brought her right to the car, giving her a kiss on the cheek too before saying goodbye to Abby and Patrick again. You waved and followed Tyler to where to Jeep was parked.

Like most Stars players and management, you didn’t live too far from Katie and Jamie. It was only a mere year ago now that Tyler asked you to move in. It was different, switching from your small apartment that you shared with a roommate to the lavish lifestyle of Preston Hollows. Tyler’s nearly two-million-dollar house was intimidating for sure, but it was lovely and you knew immediately - due to the two extra ‘guest bedrooms’ - he had bought this to raise a family in while he lived here and played for Dallas.

“So are you booking flights for Brampton tomorrow right?” Tyler asked, absentmindedly tapping the steering wheel to the faint beat of the song playing on the radio.

“Yes,” you nodded your head and peered out the window.

“Candace has been on my ass about getting you into town,” Tyler chuckled.

“She’s excited,” you noted, “it’s her big day,” you added while chewing down on your nails.

“She’s going to be bridezilla and I don’t want to throw you into all that,” Tyler stated with another chuckle to follow. You didn’t find yourself laughing along, instead you kept staring out the window. It seemed this whole marriage subject just wasn’t going to just go away tonight.

It was eating at your mind. Honestly making you second guess everything all at once and here you were getting yourself worked up. Taking a deep breath, you shut your eyes and then titled your head up to look up at the roof of the car. You weren’t about to break your laid-back self for this. You were just going to be up front and honest with your feelings like you’ve always been with Tyler.

“Do you want to marry me, Tyler?” You asked, the question was burning your throat as it came up into the air between you. It felt like you were suffocating in the small space of the Jeep. After a moment, you tilted your head and looked over at where Tyler sat.

Tyler sighed and stayed focused on the road in front of him. His reaction really wasn’t helping your current mindset. You felt even more nervous than before, waiting for him to say anything is response. Or maybe you didn’t want to hear his answer. Maybe he didn’t want to marry you.

“Open the glove box,” he said.

You flipped from nervous to confused without a second to spare. But you did what he told you to, and pulled open the glove box in front of you. Swallowing, you looked inside as the little light came on. Everyone looked pretty normal, except sitting off to the right side was a deep red square box. Without even looking inside you knew what had to be inside. Your heart nearly stopped beating right then and there.

“I’ve had it for almost five months now,” Tyler stated, “I just didn’t know how to ask, or if you wanted me to,”

“Of course I want you to,” you spoke quickly after he had stopped. You were just that sure of it, of the future you saw with Tyler.

“Just not like this?” Tyler asked. You looked away from where the box laid to look at him now. He had his eyes off the road for a moment, a smile on his lips while he stared back at you. You chuckled under your breath and then looked back into the glove box.

“No, just like this is fine,” you smiled.

Tyler focused back on his driving again, you were getting closer to home now. Your mind was racing while you smile only grew. He was going to propose. He had bought a ring, five months ago, and he wanted to marry you.

“Will you just grab the box now,” Tyler chuckled. You shook your head slightly and reached for it, a little bit of nerves caused your stomach to flip as your fingers touched the velvet. You didn’t waste another moment before opening the square box and revelling the most perfect ring. Your man sure did know your taste. You smiled down at the medium sized oval that was held on by the silver band. Simple, but perfect.

“It’s perfect, Tyler,” you said just above a whisper.

You were admiring the ring that was wedged in the little box as Tyler pulled up into the driveway and shut off the car. You glanced up from the ring to see Tyler was staring at you, a smile on his face. Then he reached over the console and took the box from your hands.

“Come on,” he nudged you causing you to furrow your brows at him, “I want to do this even a little right,” he said.

He turned away from you and got out of the car, leaving you to follow his lead and get out as well. You hadn’t realized how light headed you really felt till your feet hit the driveway and you had to grip onto the door handle to steady yourself. Tyler moved in front of the Jeep, which made the motion-censored lights on the sides of the garage to turn on. You shut the passenger side door and took the few steps to stand in front of Tyler.

He looked into your eyes, smiling, before getting done onto one knee. If your heart wasn’t already beating out of your chest, it sure was now. Your eyes filled up with tears, covering your mouth with one hand you were suddenly feeling all the shock and overwhelming emotions that everyone tells you about. Tyler was proposing to you.

“Y/N,” he paused and lifted up the box to open it up and reveal that perfect ring, “will you marry me?”

Behind you hand, you were smiling, then you let it fall to your side and you opened your mouth, “yes,” you said.

You were both grinned as he took the ring out of the box and slid it onto your left hand. Then, as Tyler stood up again, you couldn’t contain yourself any longer. You threw your arms around him and stuffed your face into the nook of his neck. This was real, you thought while peering at the diamond on your finger behind Tyler’s head. Then he leaned back and was quick to seal the deal with a passionate kiss.

“Five freaking months?!” You questioned Tyler while smacking him on the chest. Tyler began to chuckle and took a step back with his hands up.

“I wanted it to be perfect!” He stated in his own defence.

And truthfully, standing here in your driveway with only the light from the stars above you and the lighting outside, it was pretty perfect. But with how much you loved this man standing in front of you, anything would be perfect. You grinned and took the extended hand into yours, letting Tyler lead you into the house. The same house where you’d be living for the rest of your lives.

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September 1

13 Going on 30 – A girl makes a wish on her thirteenth birthday, and wakes up the next day as a thirty-year-old woman. Starring Jennifer Garner.

Chocolat – In the 1950’s, single mother Vianne Rocher and her 6-year-old daughter move to the small French town of Lansquenet-sous-Tannes, where Vianne opens a chocolate shop, during Lent, across from the town’s church (and she’s open on Sundays). As you’d imagine in a small town, her wares are soon adored and consumed by the locals, but not without some resentment and opposition.

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Kinky Boots – Charlie Price faces the impending shut down of the Northampton shoe factory that his family has owned and operated for generations. Just when he feels that all is lost, he has a chance encounter with Lola, a flamboyant transvestite cabaret star. Lola’s desire for stylish, kinky boots for herself and her colleagues provides a glimmer of hope for the factory and its employees.

Life is Beautiful – It’s 1939 and Guido has come to the Tuscan town of Arezzo with his poet friend Ferruccio. With unabashed humor and joy, the two seek fortune and romance, ignoring the growing anti-Semitism and Fascist government that surrounds them. Guido falls in love with a beautiful young school teacher Dora. Unfortunately, she is already engaged, however he is not deterred and a fairy-tale romance ensues

Little Children – Sarah (Kate Winslet), a grad-school dropout is a stay-at-home mom to her daughter Lucy. At the local playground her routine is broken by the sudden return of Brad. Despite being married to gorgeous Kathy, Brad is going through his own malaise. Struggling to pass the bar exam, he is distracted by the lure of a touch-football night league. One day Sarah decides to approach Brad in the playground…

My Left Foot – My Left Foot is the true story of Christy Brown (Daniel Day-Lewis) who was born with cerebral palsy and learns to paint and write with his only controllable limb – his left foot. Paralyzed from birth, Brown is written off as mentally disabled and helpless. But Christy’s mother never gives up on the boy. Using his left foot, the only part of his body not afflicted, Brown learns to write. He grows up to become a well-known author and painter, and along the way falls in love with nurse Ruth McCabe.

Proof – Catherine (Gwyneth Paltrow) is a young woman who has given up a seemingly bright future in order to take care of her ailing father, Robert, a formerly brilliant mathematician who, in his later years succumbed to dementia. After he dies, Catherine’s closed-off world is invaded by Hal, a young mathematician who worshiped Robert, and Claire, her successful sister who fears that Catherine is too much like their father.

Grimm (Seasons 1-6) – A homicide detective discovers he is a descendant of hunters who fight supernatural forces.

September 7

Six Dreams – A brand new sports docu-series (Prime Original) which follows six individuals throughout their 2017-2018 season of LaLiga. The show is produced in collaboration with MEDIAPRO and LaLiga. Six Dreams will give Prime Video users an exclusive and unprecedented behind-the-scenes look at the famous Spanish football league following three players, two coaches and a club president as they navigate their way through their 2017/18 season. Each participant comes from a different team and offers a unique insight into the daily challenges and struggles of professional football at its highest level.

Wishenpoof (Season 2B) – This magical Prime Original follows Bianca is just like any girl…well, kind of. She has one teeny ability, “wish magic” – the power to make wishes come true. A Prime Original.

September 10

The Chorus – The new teacher at a severely administered boys’ boarding school works to positively affect the students’ lives through music.

Marley – A documentary on the life, music, and legacy of Bob Marley.

Project Runway (Season 1) – Heidi Klum hosts a reality series where aspiring fashion designers compete for a chance to break into the industry. Each week, a designer is eliminated from the competition after exhibiting their work in front of a judges’ panel.

September 14

Forever – Married couple June (Maya Rudolph) and Oscar (Fred Armisen) live a comfortable but predictable life in suburban Riverside, California. For 12 years they’ve had the same conversations, eaten the same meals and taken pleasant vacations at the same rented lake house. But after June talks Oscar into shaking things up with a ski trip, the pair suddenly find themselves in completely unfamiliar territory. Forever is an utterly original, insightful and poignant comedy about love, commitment and marriage, created by Emmy® Award-winning writers Alan Yang (Master of None, Parks and Recreation) and Matt Hubbard (30 Rock, Parks and Recreation).

September 15

Betty White’s Off Their Rockers – A hidden camera show where senior citizens play pranks on unsuspecting youngsters.

Copper – Set in the Five Points neighborhood of New York City in the 1860s, focusing on a rugged young Irish cop who is forced to navigate his unruly and dangerous immigrant neighborhood while interacting with the uptown Manhattan crowd and the black community.

The Neon Demon – An aspiring model, Jesse, is new to Los Angeles. However, her beauty and youth, which generate intense fascination and jealousy within the fashion industry, may prove themselves sinister.

The AVP (Association of Volleyball Professionals) Hawaii Invitational will come to Prime Video members to stream live on September 15th and 16th.

September 21

Pete the Cat – Based on the best-selling children’s books, Pete the Cat is a fun, musically driven series about exploring your world and trying new things, while being smart, accepting, and optimistic. Whether you’re making new friends or facing all of life’s ups and downs, Pete always finds a way to put a groovy spin on things. The series stars Canadian Jacob Tremblay (Room) as Pete the Cat, and musicians Diana Krall and Elvis Costello as his Mom and Dad.

Laver Cup – Prime Video is set to stream all Laver Cup matches live and on-demand to Prime members in more than 200 countries and territories in a landmark deal. The second edition of the Laver Cup will be staged at the United Center in Chicago from September 21st – 23rd. Roger Federer and Novak Djokovic will lead Team Europe, and Juan Martin del Potro, John Isner, Kevin Anderson, Diego Schwartzman and Nick Kyrgios are confirmed for Team World, with further player announcements to be made in the coming weeks.

September 27

Thursday Night Football – Prime Video will kick off its coverage of the National Football League’s Thursday Night Football games beginning with the Los Angeles Rams vs. the Minnesota Vikings on September 27.

September 28

Extrano Enemigo – Starring Ariel Award winner Daniel Giménez Cacho (Get The Gringo), Kristyan Ferrer (La Habitación), Antonio de la Vega (Club de Cuervos), Karina Gidi (Falco) and Fernando Becerrill (Sr. Ávila), Un Extraño Enemigo follows the story of Comandante Barrientos (Giménez Cacho), a brilliant man with a dark side that started from the bottom and now seeks to expand his power during a critical election year in Mexico. The captivating story is told across 8 episodes, with each installment juxtaposing the journey of Barrientos among key moments in the country’s history as well as historical figures of the time including ex-presidents Gustavo Díaz Ordaz and Luis Echeverría.

September 30

Martin Lawrence: Runteldat – After undergoing a number of personal crises, Martin Lawrence returns to the stage for a one-man show featuring stinging social commentary and very personal reflections about his life.

Starship Troopers – Humans in a fascist, militaristic future wage war with giant alien bugs in a satire of modern world politics.

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