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Kageyama had not been exaggerating in the slightest when he said the new room waiting for Shouyou was nice. It was nice; but so had the first one been. This new one, Shouyou would have said, was more accurately magnificent.

Now he could see why Kageyama had called it the summer room, as its true worth would be most apparent during those warmer months—for the room had a roof resting on the ornate marble columns lining its borders, but no walls. Like the pavilion, it was open on all sides, and looked out over the city and the surrounding hills of the countryside.

Shouyou did rest after his filling lunch, falling asleep easily in the enormous bed. He woke with the sun still high in the sky, about to begin its downward descent, and sat up, stretching and yawning.

Somewhat unsurprisingly, at this point, a servant seemed to materialize right as he thought of a question, and as they bowed to Shouyou, he rubbed his eyes and asked, “Where’s Ka—where is the villa’s master?”

“He is out taking his exercise,” the man replied. “Shall I bring you to him?”

“No, no…” Shouyou waved his hands. “I don’t want to disturb him!" 

"It would not be unwelcome,” the servant told him. “He instructed me to deliver you into his care, as soon as you wanted to go.”

“Ah…” Shouyou said, rubbing the back of his neck. He wondered what else being in Kageyama’s care entailed. “Then, I’m ready. I’ll follow you.”

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Hot Tub Anyone?

Happy Friday! Hello guys! This is the third part of the Hot Shower Anyone / Hot Bath Anyone fic. This was completely a anon’s idea, so thank you! I would love to hear from you if you see this :) Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, I got a little blocked on this one, but it’s finally done! Enjoy your weekends! 

Warnings: Read parts 1 and 2 which are attached above, smut kind of I guess like if you squint, implied smut, language,

using this gif again i am NOT sorry

Originally posted by winterdorito

As always, your enemy of an alarm clock woke you from your beloved slumber and with your usual groan, you fell out of bed and slapped the off button on your way by. It was the only defense you had against the morning and it made you feel better to hurt the clock the way it hurt you. Or to pretend that actually worked. 

After changing into the new bathing suit that had magically appeared on your bed a few days ago and grabbing your bag, you headed to the kitchen to grab some breakfast before heading down to the pool to do your laps.

You dragged your feet out of the elevator after it delivered you to the kitchen floor and crinkled your nose when you heard people speaking. Usually no one was up at this hour and you liked it that way. You loved your team, but hated any talking in the morning. 

“Morning, sunshine!” Tony yelled. 

“Why. Why are you so loud.” It was more of a statement than a question. 

You walked over to the counter where your stash of plums sat in a brown bowl. You took a juicy bite and felt Tony’s arm wrap around your shoulders. He kissed the top of your head and whispered an apology, something that would seem nice if you didn’t know he was mocking you.

“I hate to tell you this, kiddo, but the pool is closed today,” he said, handing you a paper towel to help with the plum juice sliding down your fingers. 

“Closed? What do you mean it’s closed? It’s our pool.”

“It’s only closed today, we’re get-”

“We’re gettin’ a hot tub,” Clint sang as he entered the room.

“A hot tub? Why?” You asked.


“SHHHHHHHHH! It’s the morning, hot shot. We’re supposed to be quiet until kiddo has her plum and swim,” Tony said.

You took another bite of your fruit and shoved Tony playfully. “But seriously, why do we need a hot tub?”

“Somethin’ about how you’re cold all the time,” Clint said.

“What?” You asked with a full mouth.

“We’re getting one installed so you can warm up after your laps instead of racing hypothermia on your way to the shower,” Tony explained.

“It was Barnes’ idea. He said you’re always freezing after you swim in the morning. That’s why he got you that new suit,” Clint said, pointing to you.

“Bucky got me this?” you said, looking down at the mystery suit.

“Yeah. He didn’t tell you? He had it specially made to be super warm. Somethin’ about seal fur,” Clint said, taking a sip of his day old coffee he had found on the counter. 

You looked at Tony for an explanation. He sighed and rolled his eyes at Clint. “It has two layers. The threads of fabric in each layer run the opposite way, so the water never touches any skin that’s covered by the suit.”

“He did that?” you whispered more to yourself than anyone else. 

“I had the SHIELD insignia put on the hip. That was my idea.”

You giggled, taken out of your surprised haze by Tony’s pride. “Thank you, Tony. It really makes it.”

“You’re welcome, kiddo.”

You had just finished your plum when you heard what sounded like the rest of the team walking down the hall to the kitchen. Natasha was followed by Sam and you heard Steve talking to who must have been Bucky behind them. You didn’t wait to watch them come in. You and Bucky hadn’t talked much since the whole bath sharing incident. You blamed it on shyness, even though you didn’t know Bucky to be bashful about anything. But you didn’t want to think about that right now.

“Oh, good. The gang’s all here.”

“Well, you did call a team meeting, Tony,” Steve said, pulling a stool up next to the counter.

“You did?” you asked.

“I waited until you were up.” Your look of confusion prompted him to explain. “You get grumpy if someone wakes you up.”

You breathed out a laugh and rolled your eyes. He wasn’t wrong.

“I wanted to invite you all to the party tomorrow to celebrate the installment of the new hot tub downstairs,” Tony announced. 

“I would think we’d be invited. We live here,” Sam quipped.

“Except you,” Tony said, pointing to Sam. “Everyone else, the party starts at 8. Please don’t be late or embarrassing.”

“We know (Y/N)’s excited, she’s already dressed for the party,” Bucky said, pointing to your bathing suit. Your rolled your eyes and held your tongue.

“She didn’t get the memo that the pool floor was closed today,” Tony defended. 

“Yeah, she was sleeping when Tony told us all,” Steve said, making chuckles echo throughout the room. 

“Why is everyone bashing my sleep patterns today?!”

“Not bashing, just stating a fact,” Steve said over his shoulder as he followed Natasha and Sam out.

“Ridiculous. I get eight hours of sleep. That’s what you’re supposed to get,” you mumbled to yourself as your pulled an over-sized sweatshirt out of your bag and slipped it over your head. When you emerged, the only other person in the room was Bucky.

“They’re just jealous you can get eight hours of sleep. They have to get up before dawn in order to make it to the early bird elderly special,” Bucky said, grabbing plum. 

You laughed, just happy he opted to stay in the room with you instead of taking the escape route. You didn’t like tip-toeing around him and you missed the friendly banter you two always shared.

“Nice suit. Looks warm,” he said, taking a bite of his plum, resulting in juice decorating his chin. 

You smiled and handed him a paper towel. “It just found its way into my room a couple days ago. It’s a great suit, someone put a lot of thought into it.”

Despite the clean paper towel, purple juice ran down Bucky’s chin in a stream. “Jeez, these are ripe, huh?” he laughed, wiping his face. You pointed to a spot on yourself and shook your head when he kept missing the mess. “Here,” you said, taking the towel from him and wiping his chin and cheek. “You’re a slob,” trying to combat the butterflies that took root in your stomach.

He chuckled and thanked you. “Well, it sounds like a mystery suit to me,” he said, bringing the conversation back around to avoid silence. 


“Well,” he said with a last bite, “Now that Tony’s “very important meeting” is over, I’m gonna go for a run.” He neatly tossed his paper towel rolled pit into the garbage and gave his mouth one last wipe with the back of his hand. “Wanna join? Since you can’t swim today.”

“Oh, no. I do not run.”

“Fine. I guess I’ll just be lonely then,” he said, leaning into you with a fake pout.

“Get goin’,” you said, pushing him away, making him laugh.

You watched him run out of the kitchen into the hallway and couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. However, you couldn’t stop the back of your mind from thinking about the hot tub. If it was his idea, maybe he didn’t enjoy being your personal heater as much as you thought he did. 

The rest of the day dragged by. You cleaned and did the laundry that was begging to be done, all the while thinking about Bucky and already feeling nervous about the party the next day, which you felt ridiculous about. There was no need to feel anxious about a party in your own tower. 

It was getting later, but you knew any efforts to sleep would be fruitless with the way your mind was constantly wandering. You decided to take this time to enjoy a book, sitting in a huge leather chair by the window in your room. Miraculously, you were able to stay focused as you ripped through chapter after chapter.  

A few hours later, you were about halfway through your book, your legs tucked up under you, the lights from the adjacent buildings shining through your window when your door opened without a knock.


The voice made you jump. When you looked up from your book and saw who it was, you rolled your eyes. “Bucky. Jesus, can’t you knock? What time is it?”

“Come with me,” he said, leaning on the doorknob, jerking his head in the direction of the hallway.


“Just come with me, doll.”

“But,” you muttered, hesitantly dogearing the page. “I’m almost done with this chapter.”

He lowered his head and breathed out a laugh with closed eyes. He opened your door all the way and jogged over to you. He gently took the book from your hands and laid in on the bed, careful not to loose your page. The next thing you knew, he was lifting you out of your chair and carrying you out the door and into the hallway,

“Bucky! Buck, put me down!” you whisper screamed, scared his shenanigans would wake up the team. 

“But this is fun,” he said grinning at you, as calm as ever.

“James Buchanan Barnes, put me down,” you said as sternly as possible, looking at how far away the ground was.

“Add a “Sargent” to that and I will,” he winked, pressing the button to call the elevator. 

“Bucky,” you hissed and slapped his chest playfully. The hard muscle you felt under your fingertips made you pay more attention to his arms all around you. Bucky was carrying you. You worked to hide your blush and the squeal rising in your chest as the elevator doors opened and he walked inside, still holding you.

“Alright, alright,” he said. He gently put your feet on the ground and steadied you. You immediately missed his warmth and strong arms around you. However, your longing was paused when you saw him push the “P” button when the elevator doors closed. 

“But it’s closed.”

“It was closed,” he winked, one eyebrow cocked high above the other. 

The ground stopped moving below your feet and the doors before you parted to show a ghostly quiet pool room. But now, to the right of the Olympic sized pool, was a large hot tub bubbling away. You also noticed the decorations already in place for tomorrow’s party. Tasteful tiki lights stood tall in every corner, as well as smaller lights hanging low just above the hot tub, mirrored in the water. Flowers paved the way on the shining tile floor and were piled around the walls of the tub and pool. 

You only realized you were staring when Bucky entangled his fingers in yours and started pulling you away from the elevator. 

“Tony said we can’t use it until tomorrow,” you said.

“Technically, it is tomorrow,” he said, looking at the clock on the wall.

You laughed, but you were still concerned, which Bucky picked up on. “Relax, he told me I could bring you down here early.”

“That’s uncharacteristically chill of him,” you laughed, taking a step closer to the tub and watching the lights reflect off the stirring water. 

“Well, it is your hot tub,” Bucky said, easily taking off his shirt by the back of its neck. His golden skin was pulled tight against the lines of his muscles and you watched them move like melted chocolate as he messily pulled his long hair into a bun at the nape of his neck. The next to go was his shorts, which he gracefully pulled off, folded and tossed in the corner on top of his shirt. 

He stood there, one eyebrow cocked high above the other in only his loose, white boxer briefs. When you didn’t move, he strolled over to you until his outstretched fingers grasped at the bottom of your over sized pajama shirt. “Would you like some help?”

“No, I got it,” you said, trying to remember what the hell you had on under these pajamas. 

He smiled kindly at you, nothing teasing or cocky hiding behind his grin, which made the tension drop from your shoulders. As he turned around and stepped into the tub, you pulled your shirt over your head to reveal a grey sports bra. You cursed yourself for not wearing something prettier, but you reminded yourself that you were planning to go to sleep before Bucky came into your room. And that things could be much worse since you did own your fair share of granny panties. 

He has seen me naked, you reminded yourself, as you pulled off your pajama shorts and quickly stepped into the tub. You situated yourself across the tub from him next to a jet. When you looked over to him, he had a sad looking smile on his face. You cocked your head to the side as if to ask what was wrong. 

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I messed this whole thing up.” His usual smirk was gone and he was watching the water swish and slosh around his fingers as he moved them side to side.

“What thing?”

“This.” He gestured to the both of you. “Whatever this is.” He sounded exasperated and you wished he would explain more. You moved to the other side of the tub and sat next to him on the ledge. Only when you grabbed his hand did he finally look at you.

“What’s goin’ on, Buck?”

Through his thick lashes and loose strands of hair, you could see his eyes shining again as the corners of his mouth turned up at you. “I’ve completely fallen for you and you have no idea, doll.” He laughed at your raised eyebrows and continued. “Every time I try to talk about it with ya, someone walks in the room or Tony throws a party or we’re on a mission. But it’s all I can think of to say around ya. That’s why I’ve been so quiet lately, sweetheart. I didn’t want it to slip out at a bad time.”

His fingers were gently running through your hair and rubbing your cheek as he spoke. His eyes floated over your face, like he was taking in your every feature, trying to memorize it for later.

“What’s goin’ on in that head a yours?” he finally asked.

You laughed and finally let free a wide smile you had been holding in. Instead of trying to explain all the happiness and relief you felt, you cupped both sides of his face and pulled him to you. You felt his soft lips smile and begin to play with yours as the kiss deepened.

His flesh fingers ran through your locks with care and held the back of your head while his metal hand slid around your bare back and pulled you closer to him. His smooth skin under your fingertips was practically burning. You pulled away and smiled when you saw his chest and ears turning a deep shade of red. Between the heated kiss and the hot water of the tub, you were both damp with sweat. 

“Let’s move this somewhere cooler, huh?” He said shyly.

He stood up and stepped out of the tub, his wet briefs clinging to his frame. He turned back to you and offered a hand to help you up. You followed him over to the edge of the pool, your small hand enclosed in his. A plan hatching in your mind, you cupped both side of his face and brought him to you for another kiss. When he was just distracted enough, you pushed him with all the strength you could muster until he fell over into the pool, yelling your name.

He emerged from the water to find you laughing, proud of your plan that made things between you feel a little bit more normal. “Well, are you gonna join me?” he asked, his hands swishing in the water to keep him afloat in the deep water.

You laughed lean off the edge, calmly diving into the water in the space next to him. When you floated back to the top, you placed your back against the edge of the pool, inviting Bucky to come closer to you. He balanced his hands on either side of you as you studied him with a smile plastered on your face. 

“What?” he asked, sensing that your mind was whirring.


He leaned into you. “Doesn’t look like nothin’,” he mumbled into your neck, placing kisses on your skin between the words. When he was done, he pulled away to look at you again, causing you to hold in a groan.

“I’ve fallen for you too, Buck.”

His smile grew bright and toothy, but you could only admire it for a second before he kissed your cheek. Running his nose from your jaw to your ear, he mumbled, “Good,” making your giggle. He made his way to your mouth and met your lips gently. His kisses were simple and soft as he held himself up in the water.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to hold the both of you up by the edge of the pool. Tilting your head, you furiously kissed him, growing impatient and more passionate. You could hardly hear his heavy breathing under your thrashing heartbeat. 

“Oh, screw this,” he said against your lips. He turned you around so you could grab onto the ledge of the pool and pulled himself up out of the water, sitting to face you. He pulled you up on his lap with ease, so your legs were straddling his hips.

Once again, his lips crashed onto yours and his hands found your hips, holding onto them tightly. Your fingers found his bun and freed his hair from the tie, tactfully placing it around your wrist and running your hands through his damp locks. Your work made him groan, which your felt rumble through his chest. 

Your fingers traced his skin, working to memorize every inch of muscle and scar by only touch. He pushed your hips around, and you felt his hard member between your legs. The thin fabric of your underwear did little to shield your clit as he rocked you back and forth.

Your whimpers evoked grumbling moans from Bucky’s mouth, only sending you spiraling down the hole with more speed. “Bucky,” you whined. “Let’s-let’s go-”

“Upstairs,” he finished for you.

You pulled away from him, the world slowly turning back into place and then stopping, your mind a little clearer. He was smiling at you with such fondness. He kissed your forehead and you climbed off of him and you both grabbed your things and messily threw enough clothing on to get you upstairs. 

He held your hand and led you over to the elevator which opened right away, ready to take you to your rooms. When you entered, Bucky swung his arms around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. You could feel his heart still pounding. “I love you doll.”

“You looked up at him and grinned. “I love you too, Buck.”


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anonymous asked:

At my old university there was a debate society known for arcane rituals involving swords, potent green concoctions drunk out of enormous goblets, stylized gestures indicating agreement or dissent, and of course a lot of silver-tongued sophistry. Somehow I feel like the Gentry would be right at home

my guy where did you GO

this whole elsewhere thing has prompted people to tell me the weirdest fucking things about their schools and i stg the comic doesn’t even begin to TOUCH on how bizarre some of it is. the comic is dipping its feet in the olympic-sized swimming pool of what the fuck, while from the sounds of it half the world’s universities are doing laps

A PokemonxHaikyuu AU where Bokuto is the League Champ.

Champion Bokuto never intended to use a Wailord in official league battles. But that goofy, gigantic smile just melted Bokuto’s only slightly less gigantic heart, and soon he was begging Akaashi to let him keep one at home as a pet.

Unsatisfied with Akaashi’s assertion that their pool is much too small, Bokuto consults with Pokemon Professor Kuroo who confirms, “No, an Olympic-sized pool cannot comfortably fit a Wailord.”

Nevertheless, Bokuto manages to catch himself a Wailmer, and Akaashi and Kuroo try to hold off its evolution for as long as possible. They last three weeks.

More from the Pokemon AU

Star Spangled Man with a Cramp

Prompt request: can i request a story? where the reader is like steve’s little sister and they’re all just hanging out at tony’s pool and she’s talking with Bruce and then tony or someone (not bucky or steve) come up and grabs her and throws her into the pool? but as she’s going through the air into the pool she yells that she can’t swim (cuz she can’t) and bucky dives into save her because he refuses to let steve lose anyone else?

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Reader

Warnings: none 

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt request!! Tags and requests are open. As always, thanks for reading!

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You sighed and pointed your sunglass-covered face toward the bright sun. It was an absolutely perfect day to be relaxing on a lounge chair in front of an olympic-sized pool. It made it even better when you got to use such a luxurious pool for free.

You squeaked as some cold water flicked against your warm skin. Pulling your sunglasses off your eyes, you gave Steve your best glare.

“Rude!” you exclaimed. You stuck your tongue out at him as he smirked and pulled off his shirt. You couldn’t help but grin at his choice of American flag swimwear.

“Now is that any way to talk to your older brother?” he asked before jumping in the pool.

“Older is right,” you muttered, leaning back against your chair.

Bucky snickered from the chair next to you as Steve surfaced as shook his head. “You know you love me!” Steve yelled as he began to swim laps. You merely shook your head in response.

A series of unfortunate events had led to your arrival at the Avengers Tower, and Steve was there for you from the very beginning. What started as a friendship had blossomed into a bond stronger than family. Tony liked to joke that your relationship with Steve rivaled his brotherhood with Bucky.

“You’re not swimming?” Bucky asked as he took off his own shirt and shoes.

You shook your head violently. “No way.” Swimming was not your forte at all. You preferred to lounge around and soak up the sun instead.

“Your loss,” Bucky said. He tied his hair up in a quick bun before diving in himself. His metal arm glinted under the water as he competed with Steve to see who could swim to the other end the fastest.

“Now what good is a pool if you don’t use it?” a voice asked from behind. You tilted your head back and found Tony staring down at you.

“I’m enjoying my view of the pool,” you replied coyly.

“Uh huh.” Tony ruffled your hair and you whined in protest.

“Leave my hair out of it!” you giggled, swatting his hand away.

Before he could make another snide comment, a shout caused you both to turn towards the pool. Steve was swimming lopsided, and his face was scrunched up in pain. He managed to make it to the wall and pull himself up. He laid on the concrete, clutching his leg.

“Argh!” he yelled, squeezing his aching muscle.

“Did Captain America seriously just get a cramp?!” Bucky yelled from the other end of the pool.

“Shut up!” he screamed back. He banged his head against the ground and sighed. “Mehhhhh,” he groaned. “This is the worst pain ever!”

You sighed. “Stop being so dramatic!” You got up and walked over to the whimpering super soldier.

As you knelt down to examine his calf muscle, you experienced a very strange sensation. The ground disappeared from under you as you were lifted into the air and tossed into the pool. Your jaw dropped open as the world seemed to fly by in slow motion.

“I can’t swim!” you screamed. At least, you think you screamed. Your ears were ringing so badly that you couldn’t tell if you actually screamed or if it was just in your head.

You hit the water with a huge splash and sunk to the bottom of the pool. You were so paralyzed by fear that you couldn’t make your muscles move to reach the surface. You were convinced you were going to drown at the bottom of Tony’s insanely expensive pool.

Just as you were saying goodbyes in your head, a pair of strong arms reached around you and began pulling you up. Fresh air never tasted so good, and you gasped desperately as the arms dragged you to the wall. You clung to a metal arm, and through the fog in your head you realized Bucky was your savior.

Steve reached out and yanked you up to the surface where you spluttered and coughed. “Y/N, are you okay? Are you okay?” He kept repeating the phrase as you took deep, shuddering breaths.

“I’m, I’m, I’m, f-f-fine,” you finally managed to get out.

“Y/N, I’m so-” Tony started. His face had lost all its color, and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Shut up!” Steve snapped. “She could have drowned, you idiot!”

You shook your head. “H-he did-didn’t know,” you coughed. “No water, okay?”

Tony nodded. “Okay,” he agreed. He held out his hand and helped you up. He guided you over to your lounge chair and wrapped a towel around you. Now that the initial shock had worn off, you planned on using this incident to your advantage for as long as possible.

“May I please have a glass of water?” you asked, giving Tony your best puppy dog eyes.

“Absolutely!” he exclaimed. He practically tossed your towel over your shivering form as he dashed into the Tower to fulfill your request.

Steve smirked and looked down at Bucky. “Thanks man,” he said gratefully, patting his best friend on the shoulder. “I appreciate you grabbing her.”

Bucky nodded. “I know how much she means to you,” he replied. He let out a soft sigh and looked Steve in the eye. “I just didn’t want you to lose anyone else.”

Steve’s breath hitched at Bucky’s statement. “I, uh…that, uh…” He trailed off and cleared his throat, tears pricking his eyes. “That, uh, means a lot, Buck.”

Bucky just grinned back.

“You two need to get a room.” Your voice cut through the air, and they both turned to you. The color had returned to your cheeks, and you shot both super soldiers a smile.

Steve smirked. “Shouldn’t you be recovering or something?”

“Here’s your water!” Tony shouted.

You dramatically leaned back and sighed. “Thanks, Tony,” you replied, weakly.

Bucky snickered. “Looks like she gets her dramatics from you,” he whispered.

Steve’s jaw dropped open. “I’m not dramatic!” he insisted.

“Uh huh, says the guy who got debilitated by a muscle spasm,” Bucky shot back.

“Excuse me?! That thing hurt!” Bucky backed away from the pool wall as Steve stood up.

“Captain America?” Bucky taunted. “More like the Star Spangled Man with a Cramp!”

“Why you-” Steve jumped in the pool and started chasing Bucky.

You rolled your eyes as you sipped your water. “Goofballs,” you giggled under your breath. But you couldn’t help but smile at your family.

You wouldn’t trade them for the world.

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Inhumans Part Six

Originally posted by lullabyun

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine,

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 6K

Summary: Inhumans are people born with powers, feared by most all over the world. Inhumans are often killed before the age of three or kept locked up and tested on. EXO is a rogue group of Inhumans who broke free and are now looking to free fellow Inhumans as well as get justice for their kind. However, with their powers come limitations. With these limitations, they sometimes need a helping hand.

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Prince On Every Tour: Purple Rain

After the We Can F**k leak and the spiral of simultaneous listening and sobbing, frustrated sighs and “It’s too funky” head bobs, I’ve decided that tonight would be a good night for this. I was gonna wait til my deluxe set got here, but it’s not coming til the 28th and I have a flight to catch the next morning. And I do not recommend scurrying around LAX as a zombie. Plus, @the-beautiful-1 and I will be attending The Revolution concert out here in sunny (sweltering) CA, the same day that the deluxe set will be officially released. The timing just seems right.



He is here yall. Prince. PRINCE. The megastar, the legend, the icon. Seven years and five albums in, he has finally, FULLY arrived, and fiercely so. He has arrived and has, if I may borrow from @just-prince-things, snatched our “proverbial wigs” (maybe even some real ones). 

He opens by telling us he’s come to play with us. And play, he did. Played with my entire life in a 2 hour show. He rises from beneath the stage amidst a cloud of smoke and a sick wind machine, wearing the most glorious white boa we’ve ever seen atop the moto jacket/fitted pants combo 2.0: paisley, paisley, and more paisley. We love it. 

He  immediately launches into Let’s Go Crazy while we are still collecting ourselves from him simply rising from the depths of the stage. Insane guitar playing ensues as he and Wendy verify that they, in fact, created the stanky leg. History, ladies and gentleman. Six minutes and twenty-two seconds in, jacket and boa have disappeared in a literal flash of light and we’re basically shirtless as a very funky Delirious plays. Thank you Prince.

His stage presence is that of 1999 but amplified times 100. As stated, I am firmly of the belief that he had “it” during the 1999 tour we just weren’t really that aware of how IT his it was. Here, he knows it, and we for doggone sure know it now. Who was that friend of friend playing that small club in Paris in a bikini? Because this is an entirely different man. This whole era is an “I told ya’ll so” from Prince to the rest of us. He is 100% in his element, he has mastered all aspects of Prince the artist, and everything that happens after this is literally him doing whatever he wanted to. Because he’d earned it. 

Dancing, while still very extra, is on POINT. He has perfected his mic tricks, his splits are here and not going away for the next decade+, he still is a ball of energy, even smoother and more graceful than 1999. That energy is infectious watching 30 years later, so I can’t even imagine what that room felt like. A room that is full of 50,000 people. 50,000 people that this 5'2 man in more paisley, lace, and makeup than I as a woman will probably never even see in my lifetime has, by a mere 26, completely and utterly entranced with every song, movement, look, you name it. Everything he was able to elicit from these huge crowds of people, night after night at such a young age reconfirms how truly magnetic he was. He is just as much the audience’s leader as he is the group of metallic, Victorian Prince look-alikes playing on stage with him. 

Now, we can argue about that description, but all those things are true. Be honest. It’s okay. We love them too, the final and most well-known iteration of The Revolution. We’ve seen yet another personnel change (hey Dez, don’t you like his band? …sorry couldn’t resist), yet the sound is even tighter. Demanding the stop on the 2 and then wanting 25 during the Possessed jam and them delivering it flawlessly is a testament to how much they’ve all grown as a unit. And if you’ve watched that rehearsal footage an unhealthy number of times like I have, you can attest to all the work they put into it. The addition of the horns (HEY SITH LEEDS ) really gives their sound a new depth that continues to evolve over the years (which I love - horns are phenomenal). Wendy fit like a glove and her comfort on stage being as young and new as she was is pretty incredible. She’s a ball of energy herself here, and her guitar skills are straight SICK. Plus Wendy got that funk.

The band’s dancing has mimicked P’s in it’s progression as well. The coordinated steps between Wendy, Prince, and Brownmark are nice to see and adds another fun little element to the show that we haven’t seen executed at this capacity yet. Even something as simple as the side to side from the entire band during the Possessed jam just makes you wanna groove a little harder. And umm…hello Baby I’m A Star steps? I meeannnnnn…

If 1999 was the emergence of daddy, Purple Rain was the 100 exclamation points after that statement that really drove home the idea. I typically don’t spend a whole lot of time with PR because, haven’t we all spent SO MUCH time here? But every time I revisit, I’m reminded why I love PR Prince oh so much. 

Favorite Number: 

This show was chock-full of hits and jams and grooves ya’ll. I’ll have to narrow this down. Just…hang with me through this.

First of all, Let’s Go Crazy was so good, it truly could’ve been a closer. To start a show off on that note is bold, because it left me thinking “well where else can he possibly go after THIS?” the first time I watched this concert. So many places Stephanie. So many.

Take Me With You was a fun time, and then it got to a place of incredible funk at the end and it deserved to be mentioned.

How Come was ALMOST my favorite number based upon the gif above, and that gif alone. I’m. Still. Growing.

God always holds a special place in my heart because it’s a beautiful song and his vocals ALWAYS stun me. Live versions are just….transcendant.

Clearly classics from this show: Computer Blue (such a life giving guitar solo, honestly), Darling Nikki (come through shirtless body roll, come THROUGH), Purple Rain (by far amongst the greatest guitar playing I’ve ever heard/seen in my life here), and of course the marathon that is Baby I’m A Star. So much funk ya’ll. There’s just so much funk. And he is relentless about it. It’s why I love him. Yes, tell me when I’ve had enough. And I’ll end that train of thought there. Bye.

When Doves Cry gets a mention for - you guessed it - the insane jam at the end. Almost every song on this show is tagged with a sick groove afterwards, making this show go on for much longer than necessary. But I welcome it all. Everyone jammed on this song. Everyone. And I Would Die 4 U is such an elating ditty as is, but live…fantastic. However, my favorite live performance of this song will forever be from the Landover show. I was on my FEET ya’ll.

The Beautiful Ones. RUNNER UP. Easily my favorite song off of the original PR album and THE BEST PEFORMANCE FROM THE MOVIE PLEASE FIGHT WITH ME ABOUT IT. But this performance was just, magical. First of all, we get graced with another boa, pink this time. And he comes out looking like a glorious, headbanded angel in another sparkly, paisley suit and the combination of all those things takes my breath away okay?!

But if I have to choose a number that edges out the rest of these, for me, it’s Irresistible B***h/Possessed. There are few things that bring me more joy than the live version of Irresistible B***h. It’s already one of my go-to’s, but the dancing paired with it during this show takes the cake. Then we have Possessed and the undeniable groove with the band that ensues added to it? Yeah. This is the winner.

(originally posted by @onlyprincegifs)

Favorite Outfit:
So many outfits in this one. So many moto jacket/matching pants combos in different lace and paisley iterations. I loved them all tbh. 

Honorable mention to the Computer Blue poncho/headband/lace fingerless gloves combo. The mess is brilliant. Also the glittery hooded cape/headband combo from Purple Rain. 

I really enjoyed TBO’s outfit because he looked magical and beautiful and maybe it brought a tear to my eye because I love him so much. BUT. I am going with the black, sparkly, lace-back-of-the-pants suit during Possessed as runner up. Winner is the all white lace number also with matching poncho and train during I Would Die 4 U. Again, headbanded angel made of pure light. He’s BEAUTIFUL ya’ll. And I wanna know who caught that shirt and if they still have it!

Still Would Rating: 

So like…I know lookswise not much changed between 1999 and PR. The hair got a bit bigger and the suits got a lot more lace and paisley. However I can always tell the difference. And for some reason 1999 Prince has an edge over PR Prince and I can’t quite place my finger on why. Anyway, he still gets a five. I just wanted to share that.

Overall Rating: 

Good GRIEF ya’ll. This show left me so tired. I am spent. I feel like I swam laps in an Olympic sized pool. And I watched this from my bed. How did ya’ll manage at these actual concerts? I mean, really. This show….was phenomenal. This is the height of his success (and I don’t say that to take away from any other era, this is just fact) and we clearly see why. What a showman. What an artist. What a musician. What a leader. WHAT. A. PRINCE.

PREVIOUSLY , 1999                                                   NEXT UP, PARADE

when you Can’t write

Slumps happen. Sometimes one right after the other. And they feel like the equivalent of trying to freestyle through an olympic sized pool full of maple syrup. Except the maple syrup tastes like failure

Here’s a secret about creative slumps. You can’t cure them. At least, there’s no magic cure that works for everyone. But you can fight them. How?

  • Consume the media you’re trying to create. If you’re a writer, read. You’re learning.

And if you don’t have time to read, or have lost your inspiration to even look at words on a page… (it happens, and it doesn’t mean you’ll never read again)

  • Write one sentence a day. Just one. It doesn’t even have to be the next sentence. Just write it down, one for every day you’re in your slump. 

If you’re lucky, one sentence will lead to another, which will lead to four more. Starting is always the hardest part. But even if you only manage that one sentence, that’s you putting in the work. You wrote. It’s a big fuck you to whatever’s currently sucking up your creativity. One sentence, and you’ll sleep easier. Because sometimes (a lot of the time) its the disappointment in your lack of productivity, the fear that you’ll never start making good things again that’s stopping you. 

Go write a sentence. Go read a book. Punch your creative slump in the face. 

themindpalaceinthetardis  asked:

I love Bear your soul, and absolute adore how you're writing Yuuri's first relationship and Nakagawa. I'm hoping you can write some Drabble of Yuuri showing Nakagawa around Hasetsu. Taking him sight seeing, his first katsudon, going to ice castle :) I live for their interactions! Thank you :)

Nakagawa bowed, a little surprised at just how small Yuuri’s mother actually was.  It was obvious to him that Yuuri had gotten his round face from his mother but slighter frame from his father even if he had to keep to a strict diet to maintain his weight.  Nakagawa knew it wasn’t fair that he could eat pretty much whatever he wanted and then some and maintain his weight. Sure in the off season he had to work for it harder, but Yuuri had to work all year long, on or off season.

“Yuuri has told me so much about your katsudon, Katsuki-san. I am looking forward to trying it.”

Yuuri’s mother beamed. “Such a nice boy. You swim, yes?”

“I do. I’m hoping that I’ll get to go to London for the Olympics in a couple of years.”

“Good! Swimming uses a lot of energy so I will make you an extra-large portion of Katsudon. Yuuri, Alexei-chan said you could only have a normal portion since Nationals is coming up.

Yuuri nodded, but smiled. Even though he wasn’t getting the full katsudon experience Yuuri didn’t seem to mind. 

“Go put your things up in Yuuri’s room and then try the hot springs!”

Before they could even turn the corner to go up the second flight of stairs there was someone calling Yuuri.


Yuuri’s sister was about his height, but her features were a little sharper like their father’s.

Nakagawa suddenly felt like he was under the spotlight.  Yuuri hadn’t told his family he was dating anyone and yet…

“Hurt my brother and I will hurt you.”

Nakagawa’s eyes went wide and he could only nod. He believed that she could without a doubt.


His sister just looked at him. “Am I wrong? No. I’m just glad that my room is on a different floor.” She glanced at Nakagawa and he felt like he was being appraised. “Not too loud though, you two, or mom will find out and then it’ll be lectures because of school rules. Dad probably won’t care as long as you’re being safe.”

Yuuri shoved a hand over his sister’s mouth. “It’s not like that!” And it really wasn’t. They’d fooled around a bit but…

Yuuri’s sister just laughed. A good hearted and amused laugh that left single child Nakagawa sort of wishing he had an older sister too.


Nakagawa was no stranger to katsudon. His mother never cooked it, but there was a little family diner type place not far from his house and occasionally he’d ordered their katsudon. He usually preferred dons with beef, but it wasn’t like pork was all that bad. Especially when fried. So that was the sort of katsudon that Nakagawa was expecting.

It was not the katsudon that Nakagawa got.

Even though the cutlet was sliced for ease of eating and was covered in sauce, it maintained its crunchiness, and his chopsticks – after breaking through the crust – could easily split the pork slices into even smaller bites. The crunch was perfection and the pork melted in his mouth. And the egg! How did the egg get to be so perfect? It was amazing!  Not to mention the rice. There was some sort of subtle flavor hidden there that kept even such a heavy dish feeling light on his tongue. Yuuri only smiled and refused to give away his mother’s secret.

“I’m coming home with you for katsudon every time you win a medal from now on. So no off podium finishes.”

Yuuri rolled his eyes at him.


Of course his boyfriend would think that the ice rink deserved to be on the same level as a ninja house when it came to touring Hasetsu. So Nakagawa wasn’t even surprised when they went in. He’d met Nishigori and his wife a couple of times (and it really was strange that Yuuri had married friends) but didn’t know a lot about them, so he was a little surprised to see them standing behind the counter talking.

“Nishigori’s parents own the rink.”

“Yuu-kun, you’re here! And you really did bring him.  Takeshi’s parents closed the rink for the afternoon so the ice is all yours for as long as you want until the hockey team comes at six to practice. Though you know their coach is a fan and would probably let you stay on even longer if you need the practice.”

The rink was smaller than the one Yuuri trained on at the sports plaza.

“How can you run through a routine if the size isn’t the same?”

Yuuri laced up his skates.  They were fairly new since Yuuri had gone up another shoe size. Sleek and black compared to the dull, worn, and clunky looking rental skates that Nakagawa had on.  “You adapt. It’s not easy, but plenty of skaters don’t have Olympic regulation sized rinks to practice on. It’s hard the first few times; you end up expending a lot of energy that you aren’t used to just to fill the space since it’s a requirement that you do. Even at the plaza, I usually only have half the rink, if that. I only get to do a full rink run through maybe once a session?”

Yuuri was just as graceful on the ice as off.  And he even managed to stay graceful while Nakagawa used the excuse of being on skates to cling to him. Nakagawa would never understand the pull of the ice, but even so he could see how happy it made Yuuri.

Tablet writing is weird. sorry for spacing issues. and unedited. Io is editing the next chapter…   

Hot Shower Anyone?

Hey y’all! There are many shower fics out there so I want to add mine to the bunch! I hope you like it. There may be a part 2 coming your way soon. Please let me know if y’all would like that! Thanks for reading. Happy Friday!

Summary: You learn you’re not the only one who enjoys hot showers after working out. 

Warnings: language, dirty-ish talk and almost nakedness

Originally posted by doesrogersknow

The sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway outside your room woke you up four minutes before your alarm would. You loudly groaned, rolled over in the bed and pulled the pillow out from under your head and plopped it on top of your face. 

Your efforts to drown out the sounds on the other side of your door were fruitless. Sam’s voice was muffled but you still heard him yell “Damn girl, are you just waking up or having a morning quickie in there?”

You shut your eyes even tighter, determined to stay in bed until your alarm woke you up as you planned. But you chuckled when you heard Steve scolding his friend. “Leave her alone. You know she’s not a morning person, Sam. Let’s go.”

You let out a sigh of relief when they walked away from your door. The peace didn’t last long though, because only a few seconds later your stupid alarm went off. Those four precious minutes of sleep were gone and you were pissed. You really had to talk to Tony about making the walls in the tower sound proof. 

Come on, you thought. If the guys were up and going already, you could at least get out of bed. 

You quite literally rolled your body out of bed, slamming your hand down on the clock as you passed it, and walked over to your dresser to grab your bathing suit. 

Every member of the team had their own way of keeping in shape. The guys ran, you swam, Natasha just was, and the others practiced their talents to keep their powers up to snuff. You were the newest and youngest member on the team and you had to work a little harder to keep up.

You grabbed a plum, your water bottle and the backpack that had all your workout stuff already packed, entered the elevator and pressed the “P” button. 

When Tony found out you used the pool at the local YMCA he scolded you and teased for a week before he had an Olympic sized pool put into the tower. “How dare you pay for a membership, and walk all that way, to jump in a dirty pool with a bunch of people” He would say. You had explained at least a hundred times that you like the Y, it was always clean, and you had gotten to know the morning crowd, but he wouldn’t have it. You gave in because having your own pool that you didn’t have to pay to use rocked.

You let your heavy eyelids close as you sat at the edge of the pool and put your hair in a braid to fit it into the cap. After stretching and putting on your goggles and ear plugs, you jumped in. 

The second your face emerged from the water you groaned. “So cooooooold.” You complained. 

You got to it and did your laps for an hour, as you normally did. You were awake now and jumped out of the pool with vigor, only to shrivel at the cold air touching your body. You needed a hot shower ASAP.

You didn’t waste any time getting to the elevator that would take you back to your room and its attached bathroom. The doors opened to the floor with the team’s bedrooms and you didn’t see Steve, Bucky, or Sam. You guessed they took a longer run than usual and you were excited to beat them to the shower.

You practically ran to into your bathroom, ripping off your wet bathing suit and turning the shower onto its hottest setting. As soon as the water was warm enough, you jumped in and let it roll down your back. Once your back was warm you turned in slow circles so your whole body could be under the stream of water that would slowly increase the temperature of your cold skin.  

The water was so hot you almost couldn’t stand it, so you distracted yourself by washing the chlorine out of your hair because it hurt so good. You watched the steam float off your body when you heard a voice.

“Sorry to interrupt your shower, Miss, but Mr. Barnes insists that I ask you to give his hot water back.”

It took you a second to realize what she was talking about. It registered in your mind that you didn’t beat the guys home and you didn’t see Bucky when you came out of the elevator because he was already in his shower. 

When you didn’t answer her, F.R.I.D.A.Y. said “Mr. Barnes enjoys his hot showers too, Miss.”  

You laughed at this and said “F.R.I.D.A.Y., please tell him he can wait his turn.”

You continued washing the pool water off your body when you told your ceiling, “I didn’t know you were in the bathrooms, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” You couldn’t hide that you were a little weirded out. 

“Only audio, Miss.”

“Oh. Okay.” That was comforting.

After you were satisfied with how hot your skin was, you turned off the water and opened the shower door to step out. 


You jumped out of your skin and almost slipped and fell on the floor. You were going to have to get used to her being in the bathroom.

“Yeah?” You were a little irritated now.

“I suggest you grab your towel, you are about to have a visitor. 

Confused as all hell you quickly wrapped your dripping body in the towel sitting on the sink and prepared yourself for someone to walk in that door uninvited. 

You watched the doorknob turn and before the door even opened you heard, “I was in there first-”

Bucky’s voice cut out and he looked at you with wide eyes. You watched his eyes move down your dripping frame until they hit the towel. What did he expect to see when he walked in your bathroom-

You thoughts stopped as your eyes focused on him. Your brain didn’t allow you to think about anything else but him and his dark, wet hair in his face, and the water droplets running down his toned chest and torso until they reached the towel hanging too low on his hips for you to not stare at, and his long fingers holding the white fabric together and his strong, veiny arm that brought you back up to the darkened blue eyes trying to see through the towel that was wrapped around your body. 

You saw his tongue quickly skid across his lips and a smile form under red, blush-filled cheeks. 

He finally broke the silence between the two of you. “I was in there first” he said again.  

“Well, I was cold.” It was impossible for you to be witty when he was staring at you with that look in his eyes.  

He slowly walked toward you, closing the door behind him, until his face was so close to yours you could feel his breath on your lips.

“Next time you want a hot shower in the morning, just join me.”

And before you could find the breath in your lungs to answer him, he disappeared out the door, leaving only the scent of his soap in your bathroom.

Part 2 Hot Bath Anyone? 


@usannika @whatsbetterthanfantasy @dontstopwiththelyin

Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (The Epilogue: Part A)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 3510

Warnings: Swearing?

A/N: I’m so sad that this story is over, as I’ve had so much fun writing it! However, hopefully this epilogue answers your questions :) thank you for all of your support and lovely feedback!!

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Post-draft Interview with Auston Matthews, June 24th, 2016

Auston is sitting down in front of a microphone, against the press-room wallpaper stamped with the “NHL Draft - Buffalo 2016” logos. He’s wearing a Maple Leafs jersey and hat. Calmly, he looks out at all the interviewers, his hands neatly folded around the microphone.

INTERVIEWER 1: Auston, first of all, congratulations. Can you tell us what it was like when they called your name out? How did it feel to put on the Maple Leafs jersey?

AUSTON: It was a really special moment for sure. Putting on the jersey was a dream come true; Toronto is such a storied franchise, and I’m really honoured to be a part of it.

INTERVIEWER 2: Auston, you had the chance to represent your country in the National Team Development Program for two years, which meant you took part in the prestigious training camp and world championships. What did that do for your development getting ready to go pro in Zurich and now with the Maple Leafs?

AUSTON: It was huge for me. I mean, these have been two of the best years of my life. You get so close with those 22 guys, and being able to win the world championships was just the cherry on top. Development-wise, in camp, you’re going up against the top kids in the country and Canada. You know, working out every day, skating and practicing against them. It’s extremely competitive but you meet some great people there, so it definitely helped me a lot in the long run.

INTERVIEWER 2: Now, the camp was not only for NHL prospects, but also for NWHL AND CWHL prospects. Tell us, what was it like going up against the girls? Did you feel like you had to play down to their level?

AUSTON: Not at all. There are some really fantastic female players out there who don’t get enough recognition. Yeah, the girls may not hit or play as physical, but good hockey is still good hockey.

INTERVIEWER 3: Auston, coming into the Maple Leafs, there’s a lot of young players - I believe you mentioned in a previous interview that you had the chance to meet Mitch Marner and William Nylander during that camp, who will both be your teammates for this upcoming year.

AUSTON: Yeah, Mitch and Will were at the camp. They’re both really nice guys, really special players, but um…I got to spend a little more time with Mitch because we roomed together, and we’ve become pretty close. So yeah, I think it’ll be really fun to play with those guys this year.

INTERVIEWER 4: What do you know about Toronto? What are you expecting?

AUSTON: Well you know, everyone there is extremely passionate - they obviously love the Leafs. It’s a great sports town with the Blue Jays, the Raptors, the Furies…so they’re very passionate, and it’s something you don’t want to take for granted. I’ve been told that when you’re winning, it’s the best place in the league, so that’s definitely something that I’m looking forward to.

INTERVIEWER 4: Thanks for your time Auston.

AUSTON: Thank-you.

You switch off your tv. You’ve re-watched Auston’s draft interview probably close to twenty times in preparation for today. It’s the first time you’re going to see him in person since the incident at camp, and you want to be ready.

The Furies and the Maple Leafs have decided to do a pre-season get-together to help promote youth and girl’s hockey, and so you’re going to be forced to interact with him.

There’s a knock on your door, and you open it to reveal a smiling Kasperi.

“Hey, Kappy!”

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Where’s Willy?”

“He’s waiting in the car outside.”

Will had been distant lately. Two weeks ago, while you were out drinking with Will, Kappy, and a couple of your mutual friends, he had kissed you.

It had been coming for a while now, you realize as you reflect back on the entire situation. Ever since draft day, when he had leaned in close to your personal space, Will has been dropping hints that he wants to be more than friends.

You love Will dearly, just not in that way.

He had taken it to heart when you rejected his advances that night, drinking himself into a drunken stupor. You ended up helping him back to his place, as Kappy decided to crash at a friend’s. He was so intoxicated, he hadn’t even realized you had brought him home, and complained to your face about how ‘stupid Y/N was for pining after Auston’. Least to say, Will was a little more than embarrassed when he woke up the next morning.

“It’s been two weeks - he doesn’t have to avoid me anymore.”

“Yeah, his ego’s still pretty bruised.” Kappy laughs. “It’s going to take him a while to come back from that.”

You sigh dramatically. “Guys and their egos. Should we go?”

Kappy nods and you step out into the hallway, making sure to lock your door behind you.

The car ride to the rink is silent and awkward, you and Kappy making light conversation while Will pointedly ignores both of you. When you get to the MasterCard Centre, you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You have every right to be here as Auston does. You will not let your history ruin your future.

“Ready?” Will asks. It’s the first thing he’s said to you all morning except for a mumbled, ‘hello’ when you first got in the car.

“Ready as I’ll get,” you reply, shouldering your bag containing your helmet, skates, and gloves. Will passes you your stick and you smile at him. “Thanks.”

To your surprise, he gives you a little smile back.

You all head through the sliding doors and into the wide main hallway of the rink. Immediately in front of you is an information table, where you’ve been told you have to sign in, and recieve your partner assignments. There are twelve groups of kids, and each group is on the ice for an hour with a Maple Leaf and Furie. You’ve prepared yourself for the possibility that you might have to spend three hours with Auston.

“Good morning,” the girl sitting at the table greets you.

“Good morning,” you reply. “Where am I supposed to sign in?”

“Right here,” she says, sliding a clipboard towards you and handing you a pen. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N. The last name’s Y/L/N if you need it,” you say, signing your name down on the paper.

“Y/N Y/L/N…you’re partnered with…William Nylander! If you’re not sure who that is, you’re supposed to meet your partner by your assigned rink in fifteen minutes.

“Oh, that’s alright. Will’s right behind me.” You step aside and Will smiles at the girl. She blushes bright red, starstruck, and he chats with her politely as he signs in.

You’ve both been assigned to work on the Team Canada ice, which is the biggest rink, given its olympic-size. Because of this, the girl has told you that you have the largest group of kids. Neither Will or you mind.

“So, I’m glad we got assigned together,” he says as you’re both walking towards the rink.

“Really? I would’ve thought the opposite, considering you’ve been ignoring me for two weeks.”

“Yeah, uh…” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I never got the chance to properly apologize for that. I’m sorry - for the way I behaved and what I said to you. It was uncalled for.”

You turn your head to look at him. “Will, it’s all good. Don’t worry about it. I understand why you were upset with me, but I still haven’t changed my mind if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“No, no. I just wanted to apologize. I was drunk, however that doesn’t excuse my decency flying out the window. Listen,” he takes a deep breath. “I like you, Y/N. But I get that you don’t feel the same way, and I respect that.”


“And I’d still like to be friends with you, if you’ll forgive me.”

“You thought I didn’t want to be friends with you anymore?”

Will looks down at his feet, his cheeks pink. “I thought you hated me.”

“Will, I could never hate you. Even if you shoot me in the head with a puck, I won’t hate you.”

“Hey!” he exclaims, pushing your shoulder lightly. “That was one time.”

“Yeah, and I don’t hate you somehow, so you have nothing to worry about.”

“So we’re good?”

“We’re all good.” You smile at him. “Will, you’re a special guy. Anybody would be lucky to have you, but unfortunately I’m not that person. I don’t want to lead you on when I know I can’t commit fully because I still have feelings for Auston. I wish I didn’t, but…”

Will nods. “I understand. I really appreciate that, too. Part of me is still upset, but the other part is thankful you didn’t pretend and go along with it. That would’ve hurt me more in the end.”

You can’t help the grin that spreads across your face. “Come here.” You open your arms and Will steps towards you. You hug him tightly. Both of you stay like that for a bit, thankful that you’re back on good terms.

You let go of him. “I’ll see you out there in 10.”

“See ya in 10.” He grins back at you.


Ten minutes later, you’re dressed in your Furies’ tracksuit with your helmet, gloves, and skates on. You grab your stick and a water bottle you just filled up and head over to Will’s dressing room. You knock on the door. “Hey, you ready yet?”

“One second!” you hear him call out, but then the door opens.

Auston’s standing in front of you, all dressed and ready to go.

You blink several times, trying to discern if you’re hallucinating or if he’s really there.

“Hey,” he says, his voice softer than you remember.

You stare into his brown eyes for several seconds before you realize you’re supposed to respond. “Uh…hi. Is Will ready?”

“Yes!” Will yells as he emerges from around the corner. You step back to let him and Auston through the door.

You start to walk with Will over to the ice to get everything set-up for the kids. Auston trails behind you.

“What is he doing here?” you whisper to Will.

“Apparently, since we have the largest group, and there’s an uneven ratio of Leafs to Furies, he’s been assigned to our group to help out,” Will grumbles back.

“Great,” you say sarcastically.

“Aren’t you so excited?”

“Oh, I’m just jumping for joy.”

Will laughs loudly, and you can’t help but glance back to gauge Auston’s reaction. He’s looking at both of you, but as soon as you catch his eye, he averts his gaze.

The three of you methodically set-up the cones for the first drill, not saying a word to each other. You’re hoping that the hours pass by quickly.

Instead of standing around and waiting for the kids to show up, you begin to skate laps around the rink, loosening your muscles. You concentrate fully on each step and extension of your legs, trying to perfect your stride. It’s something you’ll put an emphasis on when teaching the kids. Being able to skate is half the battle in hockey, and many people lack the proper technique.

After several loops around the nets, you hear the excited voices and squeals of children, and you stop by the boards to get a quick drink of water. Auston silently hands you a whistle.

“Thanks,” you say, and he nods before turning away.

The three of you skate to the middle and wait for all the kids to get on the ice before you call them over.

“Take a knee please,” you say, and immediately, all the kids drop to one knee, looking up at you with big eyes. Both Auston and Will glance at you nervously, hoping that you’ll start the introductions.

“Good morning everyone.”

“Good morning!” the kids respond in unison. The volume of their voices is impressive for how early it is.

“We’re so excited to have you guys here with us today. I’m Y/N Y/L/N, and I play for the Toronto Furies. To my left is Will..”

Will raises his hand. “Hey guys, I’m William Nylander, and I play for the Maple Leafs.”

“Hi William Nylander!” all the kids say back, and Will smiles.

“And, to my right is Auston.”

Auston nods, lifting his stick up a little. “My name’s Auston Matthews and I also play for the Maple Leafs.”

“Hi Auston Matthews,” the kids chorus.

“You’re that guy who got picked first overall, aren’t you?” a little boy asks excitedly.

Auston smiles. “Yes, the Leafs chose me for their first round pick. And I’m very happy they did, because that means I get to spend time with you guys!” Your heart warms at the adoring stares the kids give Auston, who are simply amazed to be in his presence. “So, who wants to play some hockey?” he asks.

“WE DO!” the kids shout, and you can’t help but grin. Their enthusiasm is contagious.

The first session flies by, the kids listening to everything you say and giving their best effort to follow the examples the three of you give them.

You keep sneaking glances at Auston the entire time. The kids absolutely love him, and your mind strays to a place you often thought about back when the idea of a future together was a possibility, rather than a distant memory.

Will skates up to you when there’s a break before the next group of kids come on the ice. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” you say, surprised that you genuinely mean it. As much as you resent Auston for what he did, you never realized how intensely you missed being around him, even if you didn’t speak a word to each other.


“Yeah. I have every right to be here as he does,” you repeat to him what you had told yourself earlier.

Will nods. “Good. I’m glad.”

The next session passes without a hitch, and the third one is going well until it happens.

A little girl is skating full-tilt around the corner when her edge gives out. She slides towards the boards, unable to stop herself. She reaches her hands out at the last second, trying to absorb the impact, but there’s a popping noise as her palms make contact with the boards. She crumples to the ice and doesn’t move.

When you realize that she’s not getting up, you blow your whistle. “Everybody to the middle - NOW!”

The kids immediately stop what they’re doing and skate to the centre of the ice. You rush over to the girl. She’s crying, her chest heaving up and down.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?”

She shakes her head no, her breaths coming in short gasps.

“Okay, okay. Just try to take a deep breath with me, alright? In and out. In and out.”

Gradually, the girl’s breathing slows.

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Allison,” she hiccups.

“Okay Allison, what did you hurt? Your arm?”

She nods, her eyes watery with tears. “My left one.”

“Can you try to make a fist for me?”

She tries to clench her hand but wails out in pain. “I can’t, I can’t. It hurts too much!”

You twist your head around, and see that Auston’s skating over to you.

“Will’s gone to alert the girl at the front and see if there’s a medic on-site. Do you think she needs an ambulance?”

You nod. “I’m pretty sure her wrist is broken.” Turning back to Allison, you try to keep her calm. “Alright, sweetheart. Auston’s gonna call an ambulance, and then we’ll get you to the hospital where they can check you out. There’s this super cool machine where they can see your bones, do you know what that’s called?”

“Uh-huh. It’s called an x-ray. My teacher told us about them in science class.”

“That’s awesome. Do you like science class?”

She nods her head furiously. “I love science. But I also love gym.”

You continue to make small talk with Allison, trying to keep her mind off the pain in her arm. Eventually, Auston skates back over to you.

“Hey, so I sent all the kids back to their dressing rooms. A couple were quite concerned, but I told them that the ambulance was coming soon and she’s going to be okay, and then they calmed down a bit.”

“Alright, thanks Auston.” You smile at him and he smiles back.

The sound of the door opening echoes through the rink, and Will and a man in a medic’s uniform step onto the ice.

“Here comes the medic now,” Auston says, quickly skating away to help Will safely bring the medic to Allison.

The medic shuffles over, holding onto both Will and Auston for support. “Hi there, I’m Greg.”

“I’m Y/N, and this is Allison.”

“Okay.” He crouches down so he’s level with Allison. “Hi miss Allison, I heard you hurt your arm, but I’m here to help make it better.”

“I think it’s broken,” she says matter-of-factly. “I can’t move my fingers because it hurts.”

“Alright, let me have a look at it.” Greg gently pushes up her jersey and unwraps her elbow pad. He presses down along her arm, testing to see which part causes her discomfort.

After Greg’s done looking her over, he turns to Auston, Will, and you. “I’m almost a 100% certain it’s broken, however we’ll have to do an x-ray to know for sure. When is the ambulance supposed to get here?”

In the distance, you hear sirens wailing. “That must be it now,” Will says. “I’ll go help the rink staff get the doors up.”

In a matter of minutes, the ambulance is through the doors, and the paramedics have strapped Allison onto the stretcher. They lift her up and hoist her into the back of the ambulance. Through the traffic of paramedics hurrying back and forth, you manage to give her a thumbs up and she grins in return before the back doors close. Then, the ambulance peels out of the arena and disappears.

“Wow,” Auston says.

“Wow is right. I hope she’ll be okay.”

“She will. The way you went straight over to her and kept her calm was incredible. She could have really done some damage to her arm if she was thrashing around.” He looks at you with soft eyes, and you blush.

“Well, I just tried to make sure she was distracted so she didn’t feel the pain,” you explain.

“You did an amazing job. I wouldn’t have known what to say.”

“It wasn’t that hard, really. Anyone could’ve done it.”

“Underestimating yourself, as always,” Auston says fondly, shaking his head and smiling. You feel the overwhelming urge to hug him, to kiss him - to just touch him, but you push it down. He made it pretty clear when he left that he didn’t want you anymore. The thought makes you feel like crying.

“Thanks,” you say, your voice short and clipped. You can’t spend another second around him, otherwise you’ll break. You thought you could handle seeing him, but all it’s done is stir up painful feelings and make you sad again.

You skate away, collecting your water bottle from the bench, but he follows you.


“I have to go. I want to make sure that Will got in touch with the girl’s parents.” You turn away from him. When he reaches out and grabs your arm, you swat his hand off you. “Auston.”

“Y/N, please,” he begs. “We need to talk.”

“What’s there to talk about? You made it pretty clear at camp that you wanted nothing to do with me.” You skate over to the door, trying to ignore him.

“No, that’s not…that’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean, then?” You cross your arms over your chest, giving him a challenging look. “Go on, tell me. I’m really curious to see how you’re going to try to explain this.”

Auston stays silent.

“That’s what I thought.” You step off the ice and march over to your dressing room.


“What? You have an answer now? Well, too bad. You’re a year late.”

“Y/N, I love you.”

You can hear the blood rushing through your ears. “What?”

“I love you.” His brown eyes are honest and sincere, his expression completely open. “I love you, and that’s why I had to leave.”

You blink a couple times, staring at him. “That’s the most bullshit thing I’ve ever heard,” you say, and push open the dressing room door, before slamming it shut behind you.

You wait a few minutes, your ear pressed against the door, until you hear him leave. Then you crumple to the floor and begin to cry.

[Epilogue: B]

i’m  not  too  good  at  the  whole  sappy  thing  so  i’m  just  going  to   keep  this  part  short  and  sweet   :   thank  you  all  so  much  for  welcoming  me  back  into  the community  after  my  hiatus  &   for  one  thousand  of  you  liking  me  enough  to  stick  around .

FIRST  &  FOREMOST  ,  a  shoutout  to  my  faves  @riddletold  /  @toxinlove  &  @smogulous ,  without  whom  i  likely  wouldn’t  have  had  the  confidence  to  revamp  harley  in  the  first  place .  ily  xoxo

CERTIFIED  NUTSOS  ,  even  if  we  don’t  speak  ,  i’ve  got  enough  love  for  y’all  2  fill  an  olympic  sized  pool  &  wanna  be  bffs  with  you  all .

@longlocked  /  @etaliia  ,  @fionahs  /  @nutsos  ,  @deathrisen  ,  @purrsuasion  ,  @griefdriven  ,  @teenhero  ,  @sarraqum /  @antiiquities  ,  @heroscar  /  @skullmotif  ,  @quinn  ,  @stillcominback  /  @liifegambler  ,  @strlings  ,  @astralord  ,  @lovedfalling  ,  @killerblonde  ,  @seraphsylph  ,  @bratprinced  , @wingbreaks  ,  @websavior  ,  @cyberyond  ,  @ivyworn  ,  @clownin  ,  @scarestress  @psyclownsis  ,  @naturetorn  ,  @sansavis  ,  @broodingbird  ,  @crimefright  ,  @killmcnger , @warblossomed  ,  @gothamcartel  ,   @galasymph  ,  @battleruin  ,  @lionswrath  , @cluefound  ,  @riddleth  ,  @pyrrhist  ,  @turnedink  ,  @purposebound  ,   @foughtevil  ,  @coldpixie  ,  @godslayings  ,  @lanakne  /  @truthwrote  ,  @nchntrss  ,  @igam  ,  @saviourse  ,  @trickshotd  ,  @lifewilled  ,  @wasthelamb  ,  @detectivecowl  ,  @valesker  ,  @snowodes  ,  @davidnolan  ,  @girllorn  ,  @ndgrs@ignte  ,  @shescreech  ,  @xaedificare  ,  @kaleiidoscopehearts  ,   @playsvulgar  ,  @jennifercheck  ,  @furyrule  ,   @diarykept  &  generally  just  everyone  i  follow  because  i  know  i  forgot  people .

the greatest thing happened at my beer league game on Sunday, you guys

so it’s a 10:45pm puck drop and we’re playing on the Olympic-size rink, which is a brutal combo, and in the middle of the 3rd period, (probably around midnight) one of my d-men yells something at me

can’t hear what he’s saying, but D is physically tougher than wing and he looks wrung out, so I’m like, “what, you need to switch positions? sure, man, I can take the blue line no prob”

he’s like “no, I said DO YOU WATCH ANIME”


“I can’t remember this one character’s name,” and he’s dripping sweat, panting for breath, “Studio Ghibli, like, the one in all black with the white mask”

I’m like, “No-Face from Spirited Away?”

“YES. I knew you’d know! look, see that woman in the stands?” he points at one of about three people who showed up for this game, wrapped snugly in a dark blanket with her pale face peeking out. “doesn’t she look like that?”

“can we maybe…” I say, encompassing the ice with a sweeping gesture intended to convey the hockey we are not playing

“right, yeah!” he says, like he forgot there was a game happening

and then he sends me this in an e-mail at one o’clock in the morning:

fluid motions ii

Originally posted by grape-joon

characters: min yeri (oc), jeon jungkook, min suga (brother) and more!

pairing: college!jungkook x oc

genre: fluff, angst, mature themes (drugs, swearing, eventual smut)

chapter 1/2/?

word count: 4.2k

summary: starting afresh at Seoul National University, driving her passion for swimming forward, Yeri has attained the sturdy course of Sports Ed. as her four-year study.

During Yeri’s first week, it’s trouble at home but nervous glances and sweaty palms as she meets bio-engineering student Jeon Jungkook, who is currently living on campus. Jungkook was everything the perfect male college student was. Tall, lean, smart, not necessarily on the football team but he was something that Yeri almost yearned for.

The only problem was keeping this whole thing a secret from her asshole, drug-addict brother, Min Yoongi.

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Can’t-Miss NYC Eats for the Newly-Made New Yorker (Part 1, Manhattan)

“As the college application season comes to a close, thousands of students around the world have decided that New York City is where they want to live and learn. For the unfamiliar, New York City has a tendency to overwhelm. And with more than 20,000 restaurants and eateries spanning the five boroughs, it can be difficult to determine exactly where and what you want to eat. So, I’ve compiled a list of what I believe to be some of New York City’s best spots to grab a bite. Bear in mind, this list is catered to college students who can’t afford to dine at four-star restaurants. 

  • Eataly: 200 5th Avenue, near Madison Square Park and the Flatiron Building. This gourmet market stocks a myriad ofItalian specialty goods, as well as conventional and exotic produce, homemadebreads and pastas, fresh meat and seafood, several sit-down restaurants, arooftop brewery and bar, and a café that serves homemade gelato and bakedgoods. One can easily spend an entire afternoon in Eataly, but be warned: thisbastion of gastronomy is not always the most frugal option.
  • Dominique Ansel Bakery: 189 Spring Street, SOHO:Home of the famous “cronut,” this bakery specializes in complicated Frenchdesserts, but also offers sandwiches, salads, soups and ice cream. You cannot go wrong with anything on the menu here.
  • Momofuku Milk Bar: 251 East 13th Street: one of David Chang’s many NYC institutions, goodies from this eccentric sweets shop have probably appeared on your Instagram feed a few times. Most flock to the Milk Bar to try their “Compost Cookies,” “Cereal Milk,” “Crack Pie,” and cake truffles. This bakery also offers cake-making classes, where you yourself may learn how to recreate some of their famous desserts.
  • Levain Bakery: 167 West 74th Street, a healthy walk from Barnard and Columbia! Levain lives up to all the hype. Anyone who knows anything about NYC knows that Levain is THE place for cookies. And these aren’t your average, rinky-dink little Chips Ahoy—cookies from Levain are big, chunky, and full of flavor. Levain also sells freshly-baked breads and pastries, but the cookies are what put this bakery on the map.
  • Doughnut Plant: 220 West 23rd Street, Chelsea. Head here for creative takes on the standard breakfast treat that are guaranteed to satisfy. Flavors rotate and differ based on location (they have many outposts throughout the city,) but frequent favorites include tres leches, carrot cake, and chocolate blackout.
  • Rice to Riches: 37 Spring Street, Nolita. If you’ve ever lamented the underrepresentation of rice pudding in the New York food scene, I have good news for you. Rice to Riches is a one-of-a-kind rice pudding bar offering seasonal and year-round flavors, as well as unconventional toppings, such as chunks of toasted pound cake. Buy yourself an 8 oz. “solo” bowl, or bring 10 friends and tackle the 80 oz. “Moby” bowl.
  • Veselka: 144 2nd Ave, East Village: You might not have expected to find a Ukrainian diner and coffee shop on this list, but hear me out. Veselka is a staple of the East Village frequented by celebrities and commoners alike. The restaurant is open 24-hours, so you can get handmade pierogis and Eastern European specialties such as stuffed cabbage and potato pancakes at 3AM after a long night of uh, studying. Lovingly prepared soups, breads, and pastries are also menu mainstays.
  • Magnolia Bakery: 401 Bleecker Street, West Village. Chris Parnell and Andy Samberg love Magnolia’s cupcakes, which are quite good, but this bakery’s true claim to fame is the banana pudding. Let me tell you, if I could fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool with any single item, I would fill it with Magnolia Bakery’s banana pudding.
  • Big Gay Ice Cream Shop: 125 East 7th Street, East Village. As if you didn’t immediately fall in love with this place based on its name alone, BGIC has some of the best ice cream in the city. Their best-selling cone, the “Salty Pimp,” consists of creamy soft serve vanilla ice cream with dulce de leche, sea salt, and chocolate dip. It’s absolutely divine, but every single item on their menu is a revelation. Lines are long in the summer, but if you’re lucky, some friendly drag queens will keep you company as you wait outside the store. No, I’m not kidding.
  • Russ & Daughters: 179 East Houston Street, Lower East Side. R&D is a traditional appetizing store that opened in 1914 to cater to Jewish immigrants. This does not mean, however, that you have to be Jewish to enjoy their legendary smoked fish and bagels. Though you may wish to convert once you try one of their signature sandwiches. Don’t miss the homemade babka and rugelach, either.
  • Katz’s Delicatessen: 205 East Houston Street at the corner of Ludlow, Lower East Side. I don’t have to tell you about Katz’s, because chances are, you’ve heard of it before. Yes, Katz’s is a little bit expensive, a little bit cliché, and a little bit tourist-y, but their food makes up for all of this. The pastrami, corned beef, and brisket sandwiches are a religious experience.  Just make sure you order your cold cuts on rye with a schmear of mustard, because any other preparation would be an adulteration of the highest magnitude.
  • Shopsin’s General Store: 120 Essex Street, located inside the Essex Street Market. I’ve got four words for you: “macaroni and cheese pancakes.” I’ve got three more words for you: “glazed doughnut sandwiches.” I’ve got six million more words for you, because the menu at Shopsin’s is more than 900 items long. But be forewarned, it’s very difficult to get a seat, your party cannot be more than four people, and it’s not unlikely for customers to be verbally assaulted while they eat. Don’t you just love New York?!
  • Vegan Divas: 1437 1st Avenue. Okay, you probably haven’t heard of this place and you’re probably wondering why I’ve included a vegan boutique cafe on this list when we all know that butter and eggs make the world go ‘round. But Vegan Divas holds a special place in my heart. I first discovered this cafe and bakery in 2012 after I was displaced from my Long Island home by Hurricane Sandy. Okay, I wasn’t displaced, my house was fine, but we had no power and I was hella bored. So there I was, wandering aimlessly around the Upper East Side desperately searching for a wifi signal when their dainty blue awning somehow caught my eye. I’m not a vegan, I’m not even a vegetarian, but for some reason, I felt compelled to go inside. And I am so glad that I did! Vegan Divas offers a wide variety of low-calorie baked goods as well as salads, sandwiches, breakfast items (their granola is stellar) and beverages. The tofu chocolate mousse, chocolate chip cookies, double chocolate brownies, lemon raspberry muffins, olive oil corn muffins, and cinnamon sugar doughnuts are so insanely delicious that you won’t even remember that they’re devoid of animal products. I don’t have a bad thing to say about this place. The way to my heart is with anything from Vegan Divas.
  • Ellary’s Greens: ellarysgreens 33 Carmine Street, West Village. “Health food” restaurants aren’t typically what you’d recommend to a friend who’s seeking out New York City’s essential eateries, but Ellary’s Greens is a sentimental favorite of mine. It’s where I fueled up before participating in my first LGBT rally (which took place around the corner at the Stonewall Inn). It’s also one of the few restaurants in a city that prides itself on pushing the boundaries of gluttony and gastronomy where you can get a delicious, hearty meal that won’t leave you belly-up in a pool of drool on the bathroom floor. Kidding, of course, but the truth is that anyone can make something yummy using butter, bacon, cream, and eggs; only an adept chef can produce food that is both tasty and nutritious without relying on those aforementioned culinary crutches. Ellary’s Greens is fit for meat-eaters, vegetarians, pescetarians, and vegans alike, with many dishes that cater to the lactose and/or gluten intolerant, as well as an array of housemade baked goods and freshly-squeezed juices. I recommend the tofu curry, any of the salads and vegetable sides, the “zinger” shot, and the avocado chocolate mousse. If eating healthy ain’t your speed, try the bacon mac & cheese… I hear it’s pretty good.