I absolutely adore your blog! I wanted to draw these fellas to show my appreciation for you, you’re a really big inspiration for me!
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We can be an inspiration to each other!! AHAHHA I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR STYLE! GOSHHHHHH
Once again, I changed the prompts for the last few days because the original ones sucked, just fyi
This is Xahlia and @myeyesseeall stole him off me immediately. He is a Celestial (one of @peachie-momo‘s closed species) and basically embodies an entire galaxy, which of course his is shaped like a Chevron and named Ferra Nalis.
Requested by anons: Do you think you would continue the imagine Newbie with the entire team but eventually it ends up with you in a relationship with Evgeni ??
Part 2 for the Malkin one?
I would love a PT diaries- I think that would be such a cool series! Also, if you were to develop a romance, it would definitely help to have time together before going all in
I loved your Newbie Malkin so much! I hope you decide to add more to it!
A/N: I’m blown away by how much feedback I got from this. I’m really excited about the whole series; I want to write episodes with everyone on the team and make it a whole story where you need to read everyone’s episode to keep up (does that make sense?). Anyways, I hope I get just as much feedback as I did on the last one. Thanks for the support!
Word count: 1198
Warnings: nope, nope, nope. But READ EPISODE 1 FIRST.
“Good morning, (y/n)” I hear a thick accented voice coming from
“Morning, Evgeni” I answer, grabbing some therapy supplies from
“Geno” he corrects me and I turn around to look at him. He is
leaning on the doorframe, wearing black shorts and a tight t-shirt.
“Geno” I finally agree, “ready?”
He nods and walks towards the mat I have laid of him on the
floor. He is clearly limping and I frown.
“You are limping” I say and he looks at me in confusion.
“Excuse me, what?” he asks, sitting on the floor.
“You are walking funny” I try to explain to him.
“Oh yeah. It hurt” he just says and I give him a quick nod.
We start with easy exercises to warm up his knee. He hisses from
time to time, but he doesn’t let out a complaint and keeps listening to my
instructions and following them as good as he can.
“You good?” I ask him and he gives me a quick nod, his t-shirt
soaked with sweat, “don’t lie to me, Geno”
He chuckles at my warning and sits up on the mat before I help
“You aren’t menacing, (y/n)” he comments and I roll my eyes,
“I’m good, but it hurt a lot”
“Let me know if it hurts even more” I command and he looks at me
We use rubber bands on the next exercises and I’m pretty sure
Geno is on edge by the end of them. I guide him to the stationary bikes on the
very far end of the room. He sits and starts pedaling way too fast for his
“Hey, hey, hey… take it easy, Geno” I say, putting my hand on
his shoulder and squeezing a little.
“The harder I go the faster I’ll get bett…”
“The faster you’ll make it worse” I cut him and he shuts up,
slowing down his movements.
We settle into a comfortable silence. I control his heart rate
and speed while he focuses on keeping a steady rhythm. I decide to let him go
as long as he can, but when his muscles start to cramp I make him slow down
gradually until he finally stops.
“Good job, Geno” I compliment him and he gives me a shy smile,
“lay down on the massage table”
He looks at me for a second, trying to figure out if I’m being
serious or not. He has a ligaments injury, not fixable with massages.
“Your muscles are going to ache a lot” I explain, putting a hand
on his chest and pushing him to the table I set up before he got here, “I’m
just going to relieve the tension so they don’t cramp badly”
He doesn’t seem convinced, but does what I tell him and lays
down on his back. I’m about to ask him to pull up the legs of his shorts, but
he reads my mind and does it before I can even open my mouth.
“Thanks” I say shyly.
“You are welcome” he responds.
I pour some oil on my hand and start massaging his healthy legs.
His thighs are rock hard and I need to use a lot of strength to work on them.
I’ve always loved giving massages; feeling how the muscles relax under your
hands and how they flex when you press a certain spot.
“So… did you tell the guys about me?” I wonder, running my hands
up and down the sides of his thigh, working on unknotting his quadriceps.
“I did. They were pleased” he answers, turning his face to look
at me, “everyone but Sidney”
“Why?” I frown and he chuckles. The hand that was working on the
interior of his thigh stops at the edge of what would be uncomfortable and the
other one goes up to his hipbone and down again.
“I said that you were pretty and he said that I wasn’t
unba…unbe…unbi…” he stumbles at his English.
“Unbiased?” I try to help him and he nods.
“That. He said that he needed a second opinion” he sounds quite
offended and I laugh.
“I’m sure that the second opinion will say that I’m not that
pretty and that you are just too nice” I move to the injured leg and he hisses
when I apply some pressure to the spot right above his knee, “sorry”
“You American women always do that” he mutters and I give him a
quizzically look, “instead of accepting a compliment you try to tell us that we
He seems annoyed and I worry for a second that I have actually
offended him. I keep working on his leg, trying to be as gentle as possible, as
I think about what my next sentence is going to be.
“And what do Russian women do?” I settle for trying to figure
what he thinks it’s the right thing to do.
“They say ‘thank you’ and act confident. Men love confidence” he
explains to me, moving his hands, trying to make me understand his point of
“Okay… I’ll give it my best shot” I promise and he nods.
“Good” he says and he looks quite pleased with himself.
“So, you think the guys will like me?” and I sound so
unconfident that he gives me a dirty look.
“We are family. You will be family soon”
I stay quiet, thinking about what he has said. I have wanted to
work with the Penguins since I was thirteen and decided that I wanted to be a
physical therapist after my brother broke half of the bones on his leg after a
car crash. He had needed therapy, intensive one, and I’d gone with him and hold
his hand while he did his exercises.
By the time I’m done with his legs I’m sweating and my hands
ache pretty bad. Geno’s legs are stronger than any of the body parts I had had
to work on before.
“Let’s ice the knee for a little while and then you can go” I
inform him, repeating the same ritual as yesterday, grabbing the ice pack and
two bottles of water from the small fridge on the room.
He sits on the massage table and scots over to give me space to
sit. I secure the ice around his knee and then hop on besides him.
“How do you feel about going for a little run tomorrow?” I ask,
opening my bottle of water and taking a sip.
“Whatever you feel it’s best”
“You did quite good today, but I still think you are keeping how
much it hurts from me”
“It isn’t that bad” he assures me and I give him a look, but
don’t say anything.
After five minutes I remove the ice pack from his limb and help
“Take some ibuprofen if it hurts a lot and ice it before going
to sleep” I instruct him and he smiles, walking towards the door.
“See you tomorrow, beautiful” and I choke on the water I’m
“I…” he cuts me off.
“We’ll work on it” he says and I shake my head, a smile playing
on my lips.
People were still talking about Ghost King but not as much as they were talking about the party. It had been a week since then and still, all people seemed capable of doing was talking about the stupid party.
It was a constant buzz in Nico’s head.
The kid who got possessed was in the hospital still recovering both mentally and physically, yet a lot of people kept trying to interview him. Didn’t they have anything better to do? Didn’t they know he was still freaking out? That he was still trying to come to terms with what happened to him? The sad thing is that, maybe not all of them, but a good chunk of those people wanting an interview, did know all that. And yet they are still trying. Still pushing.
It made Nico feel sick.
So, all in all, Nico was having a bad day.
Reyna knew Nico wasn’t having the best of days, hell, even she wasn’t.
After the party had ended and after talking to the police, a neighbor had called because of the commotion, it was up to her and her brothers to pick up everything and clean as best as they could before they called their parents. Of course their parents weren’t happy, but they were glad not too many people got hurt. All three of them were grounded, which was understandable, and if that wasn’t enough, Connor somehow caught a nasty cold. So he was somewhat off the hook with their parents, still grounded, but their mom was kinda babying him.
So yeah, Reyna wasn’t in the best of moods either, but she was worried about the Italian. She knew he was angry and frustrated, but he looked more…empty than anything. Will tried his best to pull his somewhat-boyfriend out of his own mind but to no avail. But he seemed to understand how Nico worked and was content to just stay by his side in case he needed anything.
And Reyna appreciated that, she really, really did. Right now, Nico needed his space but he also needed someone to be around just in case. I suppose the best way to explain it would be that Nico needed space emotionally, he needed time to think, but he needed the physical comfort of someone being beside him.
Reyna has seen him like this before, when she found him at an old psychiatric hospital, the one where he got attacked pretty bad. He usually got over it quickly, but the other times he was like this, is because he got hurt, not anyone else.
But besides the whole incident, the school was also talking about a lacrosse player, specifically Mitchell. It would seem as though he had been wearing Connor’s Letterman jacket around today. So people were assuming they got together.
Reyna wished they were, but alas that hasn’t happened yet.
She shrugged to herself before gently leading Nico out of their class and to Demeter’s Garden where Will was waiting for them.
Mitchell was kind of having a crisis. He had accidentally worn Connor’s Letterman jacket to school. Yes, it was an accident! He had forgotten that Connor had given him his to wear at the party, so when he woke up that morning, he had woken up late and rushed to get ready. In the process of getting ready he grabbed the first jacket he could before rushing to school.
And now he was paying for it. Everyone kept asking him if Connor and him were dating. It didn’t matter how many people asked him, he still blushed and denied it, yet people still kept asking and asking and asking!
It wasn’t his fault he was in a rush this morning, okay….in a way it was, but It was also Connor’s fault. Mitchell had been worried about him and found out he had gotten a cold, so he called him last night to see how he was feeling, he sounded bad but Connor assured him that he was doing a lot better than a few days ago. And then they somehow got sidetracked and ended up talking until one in the morning.
So it was a group effort.
Mitchell was glad that Connor was doing well, his cough even went away so it was just a stuffy/runny nose and a slight fever he was suffering from. And since he was feeling better they decided it would be okay for Mitchell to go visit, which he was looking forward to.
He just had to get through the school day and then he would get to see Connor, and that was actually great motivation for when he had to deal with all the people asking him what wearing Connor’s jacket “means” and stuff.
Finally! It was the end of the day and Nico could not wait anymore. Once the bell rang Nico ran to Reyna and begged her to take him to her house to do a shprt investigation. Before this whole thing went down he knew that Reyna’s house was spirit free, with the exception of their deceased dog. So it didn’t make sense that a poltergeist was at the party, it didn’t make sense at all.
When they arrived at the house, they both realised that Reyna’s parents weren’t home.
“They’re working late tonight I guess.” Reyna mumbled.
Nico absentmindedly nodded before walking around the house and stepping inside the rooms. So far he hadn’t felt anything but he wanted to be thorough so he made his way upstairs. He could hear someone down in the kitchen and since he had just walked into Connor’s room he guessed that it was him probably making himself soup. Actually he was probably heating up soup that his mom had made him.
He gently closed the door behind him as Reyna passed by and said she’d be in her room if he needed anything.
Nico just stood there and closed his eyes, trying to sense something, anything. As he was doing so he heard someone coming up the stairs, actually two people. One was definitely Connor, and the other was….was that Mitchell?
They were getting closer, and now they were in front of the door.
What was Nico supposed to do? He didn’t exactly have an excuse as to why he was in Connor’s room, nor could he come up with one right now! So he did what he thought best to do.
He hid under the bed. And boy did he wish he picked the closet, he bet it would be cleaner than under the bed where he was joined by dirty clothes, empty and half empty water bottles, and various food wrappers, also some papers and textbooks.
But before he could move, the door opened and in walked Connor and Mitchell.
“Thanks for coming by.” Connor mumbled as he sat on his bed with a thud, thus effectively squishing Nico, who was trying not to make a noise.
“No problem, I figured you were lonely, and plus I brought back your jacket.”
“Ah, sweet! I was wondering where that was. I kinda forgot that I lent It to you.”
Nico wanted to laugh at that because Connor did not forget. He had been texting and talking to him and Reyna about it ever since the party. More so when Reyna sent a picture of Mitchell wearing it during school.
“Well then it’s a good thing I brought it. So you’re really feeling better?”
“Yup. But I wish I wasn’t practically drowning in used tissues. Besides that though I feel great. I’ll probably be at school tomorrow.”
“I knew you couldn’t stay away from me.” Mitchell joked.
Nico barely refrained himself from headbutting the floor.
“Of course I couldn’t,” Connor exclaimed. Nico could tell by his tone that he wasn’t joking. Was he going to confess? Right now? Nico was hoping not, he didn’t want to intrude on the moment. “ I like being with you.I like you.”
And there was the confession.
“I like you too, dork.” Mitchell chuckled and Nico could feel him sit in the bed as well. Obviously he didn’t get what Connor said.
“No. Mitchell…I mean….I like-like….you…..”
Oh god, Nico needed to get out of here! Now!
“I’m sorry, but I’ve been wanting to tell you, but I was scared of what you’d say and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. And I think I just did. And I’m sorry. Please ignore what I said-”
“No! I mean not no, I mean me too. I like-like you too…”
And there was the other confession. Nico didn’t refrain himself from hitting his head on the floor, but he did do it softly.
It got quiet ….
And the weight of both of them was shifting…..
Oh…oh no….were they kissing?
“I’m sorry! I know I’m sick but I just really wanted to kiss you and-”
“Do it again.” Mitchell whispered.
Well this was certainly not how he planned his visit to be, but Mitchell couldn’t be happier.
Especially when a red faced Connor smiled at him so fondly and was leaning in for another kiss. Mitchell leaned in as well and then they were kissing again. Just as soft as the the first had been. Connor’s lips were warm and a but chapped but they were perfect.
They ended up breaking the kiss when they thought they heard the door close.
“What was that?”
“Reyna probably went downstairs or something.”
Mitchell nodded before hugging Connor and burying his face in his chest. He couldn’t help but smile as Connor rubbed circles into his back.
“I’m really happy that you told me. I…I was scared too.”
“I’m happy I did too. So happy. You have no idea.” Connor murmured into Mitchell’s hair before he planted a kiss on it.
Meanwhile Reyna was trying to comfort an embarrassed Nico who was sprawled out on her bed and hiding his red face in her pillows.
“I didn’t want to see that! I feel so bad!” Nico mumbled.
“Well, it’s not like they noticed you. I think it’s fine, Nico.”
As a reply Nico made a long strangled noise.
That got Nico to stop and actually sit up. His blush was slowly dying down as he scowled.
“No. That’s the weird thing….if it didn’t come from the house then that means…”
“That means it followed someone here…. That means that someone has a poltergeist attatched to them and that is not a good thing.”
in Harry’s lap, the warm water surrounds us as the sweet bath scents fill my
nose. His eyes take me in, my face no doubt red, splotchy and wholly
unattractive, and yet there is nothing but happiness gleaming in his stare. He
wraps his arms around me, each hand resting on one of my hips as he pulls me
into him. I stare at him as he observes me and I note the change in his
breathing. He was calm, quiet, comforting a second ago when he ran his hands
through my now wet hair and assured me that everything would be okay. But now,
his fingers dig into the skin on my fleshy hips a bit harder than normal and
his breath comes in short hard pants. His raspberry lips are open slightly,
smooth and luscious.
I take him in in all his beauty, I can feel my skin getting hot. The entire
atmosphere in the room has changed. He is no longer sweet and helpful Harry,
and I am no longer hurting and broken me. Instead, the sexual tension is
palpable. I am aware of every breath he takes, every twitch of his gaze from my
eyes to my lips to the way my breasts swell as they’re pressed against his
chest. He is feeling the same deep seeded want that is rising in my gut and I
can’t help but bite my lip in anticipation. At that moment it’s as if I broke -
I signaled to Harry, though unintentionally, that I want him as badly as he
wants me and he does not even take a full second to respond. First, a face
splitting grin erupts on his face, dimples visible, pupils shot and before I
can register, he’s pushing his toothy grin against mine, our teeth clash as our
lips struggle between wanting to get lost in each other and being unable to
let a giggle tumble from my lips and fall into his waiting mouth before he
pulls me closer with a hard, determined and confident motion. The giggle
quickly turns to a moan as I feel his hardening length glide against my lips.
He lets his strong hands leave their nearly permanent perch on my hips in order
to tangle them in the damp hair at the nape of my neck. He pulls gently and I
tilt my head back obediently, leaving my neck exposed to his gentle, heated
kisses. His lips brush against my skin, and his teeth leave a gentle nip here
and there, marking my throat. Placing my hands on his taut shoulders for
balance and support, I begin to swivel my hips against him. His longing groan
vibrates through my skin and my own sigh escapes my smiling mouth. The control
we both have over each other is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. A well
placed kiss from him sends me into a tizzy, and a certain look or wiggle from
me will have him going wild.
my girl,” he moans, his deep voice echoing off of the bathroom
whine as I push myself harder against him, his heavy cock and appreciative
words making me want him more than ever. I lean forward, placing my
forehead against his as I grind down against him. We both begin breathing
heavily, our breaths mingling between our faces as my lips become slick with
want and he presses against me harder and harder. I moan into him when I feel
his tip brush against my clit, my legs quivering slightly. Harry brings his
hands to my face, thumbs brushing over my cheeks before slowly leaning in and
capturing my lips in his. His tongue dips into my mouth, releasing a whimper
from me. I wrap my arms around his neck pushing myself impossibly closer as he
kisses me deeply. I am subconsciously grinding and bouncing against him, my
body working without my mind’s permission.
love,” Harry murmurs against my lips, his hand lowering to give my hip a tap.
I lift my hips higher, separating our bodies briefly as he reaches between us
to line himself up with my entrance. He glides his tip back and forth along my
slit before his hips almost involuntarily buck up, entering me slightly. We
both gasp into each other as I sink down on him slowly, feeling the way my
walls stretch around him. We both let out a satisfied moan when I am fully
seated on him, his cock filling me to the core. For a moment, we stay still,
appreciating this feeling, breathing together and gazing into each others eyes.
After a moment, we both become impatient and he lurches forward, kissing me
deeply as he shifts his hips below us, grinding himself into me. I whimper as I
raise my hips off of him to the point of him nearly leaving me. Then, with a
moan, I sink onto him again. We increase the pace slowly, keeping our movements
smooth and calm, relaxed. He holds me close and I breathe heavily into his neck.
As we pick up the pace, our movements get sloppy and the water around us begins
to flow and splash. Our moans become louder, needier, more urgent and soon, I’m
absolutely bouncing on Harry’s cock, head tilted back as he leaves open-mouthed
kisses along my chest. I have my hands tangled in his short locks, pulling
slightly as I tighten myself around him and enjoy the long hot groan of
“fuuuuck” that flows across my skin.
Without a warning, Harry
grabs my hips, pulls me close, and begins to stand. I grip onto him tightly, a
shriek of surprise leaving my lips. He cracks a smile and giggles at me as he
lifts us both out of the water.
“Gotta get you in bed,
water’s getting cold” he laughs, kissing my cheek loudly.
“Hadn’t noticed,” I wink. “I
can get to the bed on my own, you know?”
“Yeah, but then I’d have to
let go of you…don’t wanna do that.”
“Fair enough,” I smile,
gripping onto his shoulders even tighter as he gracefully steps out of the tub
to my surprise. “How the hell are you doing this?”
“On a mission,” he replies
as he walks swiftly to the bed, not even letting his cock slip from my body on
the way there.
I can’t help but giggle as
our wet bodies tumble onto the bed, but the lighthearted mood goes just as
quickly as it came as he begins to thrust into me, his wet hair dripping onto
my hot skin as his movements go from timid to hard and strong. My laugh quickly
turns to a moan as he gives one particularly hard thrust and leans in to bite
my shoulder, groaning as I squeeze down on him.
“Fuck, just like that,
baby,” he groans into my neck.
I wrap my legs around his
waist, hooking my ankles and pulling him in closer. I use the leverage to rock
my hips against his, changing the angle and getting him even deeper than
before. He leans back, balancing his hands on either side of my head while he
pushes deep into me, eyes taking in my fucked out state. I reach up, entwining
my fingers with his and can’t keep my eyes off of where we are connected, him
thrusting into me with a newfound vigor.
“Like what you see, love?”
he asks, voice even deeper than usual.
“Fuck yes,” I giggle, clenching
down on him to emphasize my point.
He hisses in response and
thrusts impossibly harder and faster. I can feel the base of his pelvis dig
into my clit, giving it the perfect friction as he fills me over and over. I am
slick with water and sweat, but I manage to grip onto him tightly as my orgasm
nears. I feel him grow even harder and thicker inside me, his orgasm also
“Harry I’m…” I whimper.
“I know,” he grunts.
He lowers his torso back
onto me, putting his weight on me and I don’t mind. He is everywhere, filling
me up, covering every inch of my skin with his. His hot breath flows onto my
neck and ear giving me goosebumps despite my sweating skin. I can’t hold the
moans in as he grinds into me, hitting that perfect spot inside.
“Wanna come with you,” he
“Yes,” is all I can manage
“Fuck baby, fuck yes, just
like that,” he moans as I feel myself get even slicker and clench even harder
on his cock.
It’s as if my body wants to
pull him all the way inside me, eliminating any distance between us.
“Harry please, come with
me,” I whimper as waves of pleasure begin to overwhelm me.
“Coming, coming, coming,” he
nearly yells against my skin and I can feel him pour inside of me as my body
quivers and clenches as I’m pushed over the edge by the sensation.
My walls milk him for
everything he’s got and hold on tight, keeping him inside as long as possible.
“I fucking love you,” he
sighs, attempting to kiss my cheek but missing and kissing my ear instead.
“I love you too,” I giggle,
wrapping my arms around his shoulders and holding him against me.
We lay there in silence for
a few moments, him softening inside of me while we both catch our breaths. Our
bodies melt together, our breathing is in sync, and my walls keep hold of him,
holding onto those last waves of pleasure. I pepper kisses along his face and
forehead, and he stays still, kissing over and over in one spot on my shoulder,
too tired to move but not quite ready to dislodge his lips or his body from
“M’gonna marry you some day,
then your parents will just have learn to love me,” he whispers.
I let out a cackling nervous
laugh, shocked by his statement.
“What? Don’t you wanna get
married someday?” he asks, finally having enough energy to pull away and look
me in the eyes, concern lacing his features.
“’course,” I reply. “Just
didn’t know you did.”
I break his stare nervously,
the blush on my cheeks not completely caused by the intense sex we’d just had.
“Well I do. To you,
alright?” he asks, his confidence not completely believable.
“That’s alright with me,” I
giggle, reaching up to kiss him and emphasize my point.
“Good, then it’s settled,”
“So that’s how you’re gonna
propose?” I tease. “Bit lackluster for you, isn’t it?”
“I’ll do it right when the
time comes,” he laughs, burying his face back into the crook of my neck. “Gonna