Dean’s attention was pulled away from Charlie (who snorted
into her drink) when Castiel grabbed his arm.
“Uh,” Dean said, feeling like he was missing out on some
vital information. Castiel’s wide eyes were a little too bright and his cheeks
were flushed with pink, indicating that he was probably a little bit drunk,
though that still didn’t help clear up the situation.
“Come here!” Castiel dragged Dean by the arm across the
crowded room until they stood in front of a short brunette who Dean thought was
named Meg. Castiel wrapped his arm around Dean’s waist and squeezed him to his
“I told you!” he told Meg triumphantly. “I have a boyfriend!”
Meg looked Dean up and down incredulously. “You’re dating Dean Winchester?”
Starting to catch on, Dean put a possessive arm around
Castiel’s shoulders. “Yeah, he is. Got a problem with that?”
One for the always lovely, @loonylittlemoony. You asked me to stop attacking you…I have a problem with listening, I think. ;) Loads of love for you- Sar! x
(also… I’m not sorry about the cliche title, you’ll see why.)
You heard it before you recognized it.
It was a week ago, over morning tea. Harry had been in his usual seat at the island in your kitchen, one hand wrapped around his cup of tea and the other holding his phone while he swiped through his notifications. You were standing on the other side, sipping at your cup of coffee and thumbing through a magazine that come earlier that week.
Mornings were a peacefully quiet affair for the most part with Harry and you. After a good portion of it was spent with him whining and holding you hostage under the covers with him, you two would get up and get ready on your own pace. Popping in and out of the bathroom and bumping hips, the occasional pat to your bum as he walks by. Yet you always made time to share a cuppa before you were off on your separate ways.
At first you think it’s your imagination, or perhaps just a coincidence. Your eyes pause in their trail across the words for a moment, corner of the page caught between your index finger and thumb as you listen closely. You wait for the noise to sound again, but instead you hear the sole sound of Harry sipping his tea. You bite your lip and go back to the article.
When it happens again, though, twice in succession you look up with a frown.
You’d first hooked up with him 56 days ago. It was a party. Another one. One you shouldn’t have gone to, just like the 5 before that. The liquor rang strong in your veins and your body shuddered with sexual frustration as you watched him from across the room. He hadn’t noticed you until you made it impossible for him not to. You got real close to where he was sitting on a random couch and danced as seductively as you could. You knew your plan to get his attention worked when you were in the kitchen pouring another drink and he approached you.
“Y/N, right?” He asks, casually leaning back against the counter, which holds the red cup your eyes are still on. You know it’s him and don’t bother to look up- adding to the game.
When Ngozi posted this picture yesterday of young post-draft Tater “trying his darnedest to answer press questions in English,” I thought, “You know, I could make a play fic out of that.” Which is what led to the following 2700+ words about Tater and his ESL tutor.
Many, many thanks to @ktheunready for being my Russian authenticity consultant and beta!
Georgia Martin stood at the back of the media scrum and
watched Alexei Mashkov stumble his way through his post-draft interview, saw
the way his fingers kneaded the brim of the brand-new Falconers’ cap he’d been
handed for the initial official photos, saw the way his eyes widened and stayed
intently glued to whoever was asking him a question, like he was afraid he’d
miss some key bit of meaning if he blinked.
She pulled out her phone and made a call.
«No, Mama, I promise, my room is very nice. The family is
very nice. Everything is very…»
me guess, nice? »
Alexei sighed. «Yes.»
«You know I don’t doubt you, right, Alyosha? I’m not worried
you can’t do this. You will be fine.
But I know this is your first time to live in another country, with none of the
boys from your teams here. It can be… hard, sometimes. I know.»
«Yeah, Mama, I know. You told me.»
«Are you telling me you’ve heard the stories of my youth too
many times?» she asked in mock outrage.
«No, no!» he laughed. «Of course not.»
«Good. I should think not.» He could picture her face
exactly, and it made him smile. «I’m glad your host family seems nice, Alyosha.
I’m sure you will have many friends in no time.»
He flopped back on the bed again and stared at the ceiling. «I
«We’ll talk again soon. Love you, son.»
«Love you, too.»
He hung up and let his phone rest on his chest. He’d been to
America before. He’d thought he’d known what it would be like, that it wouldn’t
be so bad. Different, yes, but there would be so many interesting new things to
see, and new teammates, and he certainly knew how to play hockey. What he had
failed to take into account, apparently, was how exhausting it was to try to function in English all day. For a US
hockey team, the Falconers’ roster was shockingly low on Russian players, so
his host family was one of the French Canadian ones. To their credit, they did
speak some Russian, but it was hardly
enough to have a real conversation. Alexei felt like he’d been practically mute
My favorite levi trope is that he loves cats because i love cats and i love people being nice to cats and feeding them.
The vet nurse was cute.
He wore scrubs covered in colourful little cartoon animals
and his sneakers were lime green. He cradled cats with both arms, staring deep
into their eyes as he carried a one-sided conversation with all the gravity and
solemnity of a conversation between adults. He didn’t make his voice higher or
speak adorable nonsense. He picked them up and asked them, by name, how they
were feeling. He nodded, his sombre expression made more so by the frown that
would crease his brow.
“I heard, Grandpa, you had another belly ache.”
Grandpa slowly reached up one paw and placed it gently on ‘My
Name Is Levi!’s chin. The vet nurse nodded, thin lips puckered in thought.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Levi looked at Eren and it was amazing how his expression didn’t
exactly change but there was something else that shifted in his countenance.
Something that went from the subtle familiarity with which he handled Grandpa
to a sort of deadpan surprise.
“You’re not Mikasa.”
“No, um.” Eren wrung his beanie in his hands. “She’s on
vacation. I’m pet-sitting.” He looked nervously at Grandpa who had his paws curled
against his chest. He looked at Eren almost accusingly with big yellow eyes.
You did this to me, they seemed to say. There will be a reckoning.
“What happened.” Levi didn’t pose it like a question. He said
it like it didn’t matter; he wouldn’t believe whatever nonsense Eren came up
with anyway, he’d figure it out soon enough. He said it like he was on Grandpa’s
side already. Eren felt ridiculous. More than the early drive to the vet and
Mikasa’s inevitable wrath, he resented Grandpa for making the cute vet nurse
look at him like he was the world’s biggest idiot.
“He’s an indoor cat—“
“Right.” Eren looked down at his feet. Levi’s stare was
unwavering. “He ran out last night while I was putting out the garbage. I think
he ate something weird.”
The vet nurse sighed. He shook Grandpa a little in his arms.
A gentle reprimand.
“You, sir, know better.”
“I’m sorry. God, Mikasa is going to kill me.”
“This happens more often than you think,” Levi said. He
looked up at Eren with an arched eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”
Eren looked at him, startled by the bluntness.
“No, I’m single.”
Levi’s eyes widened and Eren only then realised his mistake.
“Ah!” They stared at each other, Eren in mortification and
Levi in shock. “Ah! No! Yes – I mean no! She’s my sister!”
Eren felt him shrink in on himself. The butterflies in his
belly turned into a flight of kamikaze’s plummeting devastatingly into his gut.
Then Levi smiled.
Just a faint upward tilt to the corner of his lips. His eyes
were laughing, though, and now he was actually looking at Eren properly.
“You’re Eren, right? Mikasa’s mentioned you before.”
“…Really?” To her vet nurse? “Why?”
Levi looked down at Grandpa and Eren had the nagging suspicion
he was avoiding Eren’s eye.
“You should ask her.”
“You scheming cow.”
“Hi, Eren,” Mikasa’s tinny voice said sweetly through the receiver. “The holiday’s going great, thanks for asking! How
“I panicked! I thought I’d killed Grandpa!”
“Arsenic couldn’t kill that dumb cat. He’s just a dramatic
old shit who’s just senile enough to enjoy visiting the vet. Did you meet Levi?”
And Eren could tell by the smug edge to her tone she knew everything already.
“I hate you. I’m never cat-sitting again. That was
mortifying, I’ll never live this down.”
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Winter snow fell down in front of your window. You watched below as they settled onto the road and sidewalks. It was beautiful.
As of now, you and Newt were staying with the Goldstein sisters and Jacob. The both of you had agreed to stay with them for a small vacation after all of the hard work you put into creating Newt’s book. You didn’t know where yours and Newt’s relationship would go after this. If you were just going to go back to England and stay there, or if you were going to stay with Newt and continue traveling with him.
It was hard to think about leaving him, but then again, he might not want you around.
He might just take someone else who is equally interested in fantastic beasts like you.
You loved the Goldstein sisters with all your heart. They took you and Newt in the last time you were in New York, and they even let you stay with them for your small vacation. You were grateful for the amount of hospitality they extended towards you and Newt, but you couldn’t help but be jealous of one of the sisters… Tina.
Newt and Tina had a special connection that nobody could deny. You and Newt were close, but you wouldn’t be so close if it weren’t for the amount of time you spent traveling with him. However, Tina has only known Newt for a couple of months, and she has already gained access to Newt’s case and his emotions. Meanwhile, it took you several months to be able to discover all of Newt’s case and even more time to really figure out his emotions.
Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. If anything, Tina probably deserves Newt more, and it’s not like he had any feelings for you anyways.
“Honey, are you ok?” Queenie’s voice suddenly broke through your thoughts.
You turned away from the window you were looking out of to look at Queenie. Her mouth was set into a gentle frown, her face showing signs of worry.
She reached out to you and touched your shoulder. “Now, don’t be thinking those negative thoughts, ok? You deserve love too, hun.”
Gently, you shrugged off her hand and stood up. You smiled a little bit and hugged her. She was so caring and so gentle. What would you do without her?
“Thanks Queenie. You’re so sweet.” You separated yourself from her and held onto her shoulders. “I’m just a little confused and all, but I’ll be ok.”
She smiled and gave you another hug before walking off to the kitchen. You sat down on the couch and started to think once more.
“We’re all going ice skating today, do you want to come?” Queenie’s voice coming from the kitchen.
“Oh, yeah of course. I don’t have any skates though, so I can just sit and watch.”
Queenie came back into the room with two steaming cups of hot chocolate. “No, no, no, I have an extra pair of skates that I’ve grown out of that you can use. It’ll be fun, I promise!”
You chuckled a little bit at Queenie’s cheerfulness. Suddenly, a loud crash and stomping noises could be heard from behind the guest room’s door. Newt and Tina crashed out of the room, hand in hand and laughing. They looked at you and Queenie on the couch.
“Queenie, you should have seen it! The erumpent got out of her enclosure and was chasing Newt all over the place!” Tina managed to laugh out.
Newt chuckled nervously, looking at you. You weren’t laughing, though. You were looking at Newt’s and Tina’s hands entwined together. You shouldn’t be jealous, it was really nothing. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous looking at them.
“Ah, yes, she just got out when I was trying to feed her. Tina found it quite comical.” Newt looked down at his shoes, trying to think why you looked so sad.
There was a loud silence filling the room. You were thinking of Newt and Tina, while Queenie was listening to the barrage of thoughts swarming through Newt’s head.
“Sorry if we were loud, um, Y/n… are you coming ice skating with us?” Tina asked.
“Oh, yeah I am. I think it’s gonna be fun.”
Another long period of silence filled the room. Newt let go of Tina’s hand and stood there awkwardly.
Queenie stood up and smoothed out her dress. “Well, I’m gonna go get ready now. Y/n, why don’t you come with me to try the skates on?”
“Sure.” You followed Queenie out of the room, all the while Newt watching the two of you leave while Tina also started to walk towards her room.
Newt stood there for a little bit, perplexed by why you looked so distressed before. He cared about you and seeing you like that really hurt him.
Deciding not to worry to much about it, he walked back into the guest room to start getting ready for tonight.
You had all just left the Goldstein’s apartment and picked up Jacob from his bakery. The cold wind nipped at your skin as you neared the skating rink.
Jacob and Queenie were walking in front of you, hand in hand and looking as adorable as ever. Meanwhile, Newt and Tina were walking behind you, laughing at each other’s stories and jokes. Leaving you as the fifth wheel.
Whatever, you weren’t going to waste this night moping about because of your feelings. Tonight you were going to live a little and have some fun learning how to ice skate, no matter how hard it may be.
Finally, you arrived at the rink. There were a few other couples skating around along with some kids. You sat down on one of the benches and started to get the skates on.
“Have you ever skated before?” You jumped a little when you heard Newt’s voice. You hadn’t even heard him sit down next to you.
“Never, but I’m hoping I can get the hang of it.”
“I bet you’ll do fine. You can always hold on to me if you need help.” You looked towards Newt to see a shy smile placed on his face. You smiled back and stood up on your skates, immediately wobbling and almost falling over until you felt Newt’s hands on the small of your back holding you up.
“I didn’t think you’d need help until you actually got onto the ice.” You could literally hear the smugness in his voice.
“Well I’m sorry I’ve never tried these torture devices on before.”
“Oh, so now they’re torture devices? Are you saying your feet already hurt when you haven’t even skated yet?”
You laughed and turned towards Newt on your wobbly feet. “Yes, quite frankly, they-”
“Newt, are you coming or not?” Tina yelled out. She was already on the ice along with Queenie and Jacob.
“O-oh, yes, I’m just finishing lacing up!” Newt looked at you. Once again, there was that sad look placed on your face.
“Are you ok? You seem to be quite distant lately, love.”
You shot your head up at that. You didn’t think he noticed anything, well you definitely hoped he wouldn’t notice anything. It was nice to know that he cared, though.
You smiled softly,”Yea, I’m fine, thank you for asking. Now, could you help me onto the ice?”
Newt smiled back before taking your hand and leading you towards the ice. Once you were there, you just stood there for a second before walking on carefully. Newt showed you how to start skating around and he also showed you how to stop. You had fallen multiple times attempting to stop. It was so much fun being able to just laugh at yourself slipping all over the place, and now you were even starting to get the hang of things.
“Ok, now just follow me. You can do it.” Newt was skating backwards in front of you so he could watch you and see if you were doing well enough on your own.
You continued skating until Tina came around and skated right beside you.
“Hey Newt, you want to take some laps around? I’m sure Y/n can do well enough on her own.” You frowned a little bit at that.
And with that, they both skated away, Tina grabbing onto Newt’s hand and whispering something into his ear. Totally leaving you where you were.
You skated around for a little bit, before stopping because your feet hurt. You could hear Queenie laughing at a joke Jacob said. Newt and Tina were still doing laps around the rink, hand in hand. There goes that nagging feeling in your head again.
Deciding that it was time to get up again, you stood up and skated onto the ice. However, you didn’t realize that someone was already coming up fast from behind you. That person was not able to stop in time before colliding into you, making you both fall over.
You let out a grunt before crashing onto the ice and right onto your elbows.
“I-I’m so so sorry, I didn’t see you coming onto the ice!”
You looked back to the person who hit you. It was a kid who looked extremely scared.
You smiled nervously. She didn’t know you were coming onto the ice, it wasn’t her fault.
“It’s ok, I guess I should also watch out for people.” You pushed yourself up and off the ice, all of a sudden feeling a harsh sting coming from your elbow. You grit your teeth and looked down at the ice. There, where you fell were two large droplets of blood. Another drop soon joining them.
You skated off of the ice and sat down at a bench to take a look at your elbows. Both of them had been badly scratched and it hurt when you stretched your arms out. You attempted to put some pressure on them with your hands but hissed and let go when they stung.
Queenie and Jacob were coming off of the ice to ask you why you sat down when they saw your bloody hands and elbows.
“Oh, sweetie, what on earth happened?”
“It was nothing, I-I just fell.” Suddenly, a loud laugh was heard from the distance. You looked up and saw Newt and Tina still skating, Tina laughing loudly at something Newt said. They hadn’t even noticed anything wrong or that you had gotten off the ice… they were undisturbed.
Tears started to fill your eyes. You felt unwanted and jealous all at the same time, a dangerous combination of emotions. Quickly, you untied your skates and put on your shoes.
Jacob put a hand on your shoulder, noticing how quickly you were trying to wrap things up.
“You okay kiddo? We can get some bandages for you and clean you up.”
Now you felt like you were ruining they’re night. You shouldn’t be burdening them like this.
Queenie looked at you sympathetically. She could hear all of your thoughts and she hated how you were putting yourself down so much. “Honey, no, you’re not burdening us. You got hurt and it’s not your fault.”
“N-no, I’m just going to go back to the apartment. I’ll see y-you guys later.” You looked up once more to see that Newt and Tina were still skating around, and they had even begun twirling each other on the ice.
Another wave of tears hit you hard. You grabbed your skates and ran out of the rink as quickly as you could, avoiding Queenie and Jacob’s yells for you to come back.
Ok, I actually feel pretty good about this one. I hope you guys like it too :)