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ivyglow · 3 years

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I don’t want you like a best friend - Andre Burakovsky

A/n: Sooo, I wrote this as some kind of gift to my best friend because she loves Andre and she was trying to get me on his train (I guess she did?). She’s always hitting me with “no but you should definitely write about Tito/Andre”. Here’s your piece @skarsgardswiftie I hope you like it! <3 I love you sm Also, a huge shout out to @sebs-aston for proofreading this with such an attentive eye! You’re amazing, liv!

Requested: yes / no

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: brief mention of alcohol

Summary: you’re friends with Andre, but things are about to change after you create a TikTok account and start doing challenges that may lead to news between you and your favorite hockey player.

When it comes to capturing a moment you’re usually the person your friends think about, not simply because you’re always carrying a camera -mainly because of it-, but because you’re great with what you do -either photos or videos-. That’s also why your Instagram profile has more followers than an ordinary girl would and it’s the only place people can find you -besides e-mail-. However, that changed when your best friend -Callie- convinced you to create a TikTok account. You, of course, hated it, but she had the perfect opportunity -you were a bit tipsy, all your friends around, sunny weekend and so it goes.

“Mikko, do you think I’m pretty?” You direct the camera to his face while looking expectantly.

Saturday evening rolled around, the hot weather forcing your friends either to the inside of the pool or under the sunshade and their hands busy with cold drinks. It was a happy day, everyone was around, and you were enjoying the vacation. You had met half of the Hockey team as soon as you moved to Colorado and Erik, your and your brother’s hometown best friend decided you needed to know his crew and the city around. Six months later and you knew pretty much everyone and everything.

“Of course I think you’re pretty” he gives you a confused look before you turn to Tyson giggling.

“Josty, do you think I’m pretty?” you ask and he looks straight at the camera “I would give you 5 out of 10 cause you’re bro.”

You laugh and turn to Andre this time.

“Andre, do you think I’m pretty?”

He seems taken aback by the question and unlike Tyson, he stares at you. “Of course you’re pretty.”

You keep to your task and last but not least is Nathan, he’s sitting at a table while working on some drinks and you take him by surprise by jumping in front of him. “Mac, do you think I’m pretty?”

He rolls his eyes playfully and turns his attention to you for some seconds before looking at his drink again, “I would one hundred percent date you if you were not my sisters’ best friend”

And then your time is over.

“So you’re a tiktoker now?” Erik sits beside you and Nathan just as you uploaded the video. He raises his eyebrows and you roll your eyes lightly, “you know I hate TikTok, but it’s fun, so…”

“She’s gonna end up famous there too”, Andre announces leaning his body on the table and motioning for Nathan to refill his drink. Your eyes roam on his big hands grasping the red cup, his cheeks red from the sun, and the way you could see his dimples when he smiled at you, his hair messy in a cute way.

“Why do you think that?” now he has three pairs of curious eyes staring at him.

You almost chuckled when his point finger scratched his chin. His skin glowing, “I mean, you’re funny and cute…cute girls get famous on TikTok” he reasoned.

“Is this your best, Burki?” Erik asks and for the way his lips were tight against each other you knew he wanted to laugh.

“C’mon, let them be,” Nathan said after giving the blond American a new cup, and before you could ask what was the matter Callie was calling you at the door.

Your best friend started a rant about how she was going to get Chinese take-out for dinner and when you told her she should get Thai too -because it was Andre’s favorite- she started another rant about how you should tell him you’re in love and how it was cute the way you two functioned but also annoying. All you could do was savor your drink and mentally play a Taylor Swift song while she went on, “I mean it, y/n! Just tell him already…”

“Have you seen Andre?!” you whisper-scream to her and Callie sights rolling her eyes, “what about him?”

Swallowing the last sip of your drink you start to draw doodles on the glass with your fingers, “I’m just y/n, he’s Andre Burakovsky”. You usually were not insecure about your looks, but it was Andre, and the fact that he was a famous and good-looking hockey player made you question how in heavens he would like you back. Hell, you were not even sure how you two ended up in such a close friendship, he always being so affectionate and listening to everything you had to say. Your friendship seemed like the most you could take from the interaction. You knew he was ‘just Andre’ too when all your friends were gathered, but being ‘just Andre’ was as amazing as being Andre Burakovsky the hockey player.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met, y/n, and I don’t mean considering only your looks, but everything. You’re funny, smart, and always so attentive with everyone, you listen to everything and always have nice things to say, don’t you ever doubt your value, you hear me?” Callie’s words make you sit up straight in the stall and your eyes water.

“In my defense, this is not me crying, this is tipsy me having an emotional moment”, you joke and it’s seconds before the two of you are laughing the way you used to during a John Mulaney show.

…

It was night when you unlocked your phone only to find a bunch of notifications from TikTok, some of the comments from fans about how happy the boys seemed, but most were about the way Andre looked at you when you asked the question. According to the most liked comment “this is clearly a friends to lovers, mutual pining, unaware love and slow-burn situation” which made you giggle but also replay the video a dozen times trying to figure out if there was really something there and you were the unaware one.

Needless to say, you weren’t able to reach a conclusion, but it felt different when you excused yourself to take a shower after spilling wine in your shirt and you felt Andre’s eyes on you all the way to the stairs. His hands on your shoulders felt heavier and the way he was attentive whenever you needed a refill or wanted a bite of food seemed more intimate and caring than ever.

Hitting the shuffle button, you chose your Taylor Swift playlist before entering the shower. The cold water cooled you off a bit, it was almost like washing out part of the alcohol in your system, but your tipsy mind kept finding evidence that Andre liked you back.

You went through your clothes finding a floral summer dress and sipping on your wine while brushing your hair. Your body was still feeling hot and at this point, you didn’t know if it was from the sun on your face or the alcohol in your system, but when you heard the first notes of “Dress” playing you knew you were going to do something stupid, especially because your cell phone was one arm away. If someone asked you where the idea came from you wouldn’t know what to answer, and usually thinking about how you didn’t have an answer was enough to make you give up on some stupid ideas...not this one though.

Reaching for your phone you unlocked it and walked to the body-length mirror in the room you were sharing with Callie. It took less than 2 minutes to snap a picture and send it to him and it took him less than 1 minute to answer it.

‘Woah’

‘You liked it?’ you sent back

‘Yeah, you’re looking good, cutie’ he answered just as fast, before sending a red heart emoji.

‘I don’t want you like a friend’

‘and I only bought this dress so you could take it off’

It was the exact line Taylor was singing when you reached the send button. You saw the dots appearing and disappearing and your body sobered up even more than before.

“Fuck!” you almost voiced. How would he look at you after this? Could you pretend you confused him with someone else? Of course not, he was the only Andre you knew! And everyone knew better you were not the bold flirty type.

That was it, your secret was spilled just like your wine on your shirt earlier, but now you wouldn’t be able to clean off the stain.

Would he believe it if you told him it was a prank to your new TikTok account?

You were lost in your thoughts before three knocks on your door startled you. And there he was when you pushed the door open. Standing with his hands inside his pockets and his hair still messy, he stared at you. It took maybe five minutes before he spoke, but it felt like an eternity considering his intense eyes studying you.

“You’re looking even better this close” for some reason his voice is low like he didn’t want anyone to hear and pop the bubble of the moment.

You feel your body getting hotter, pretty sure your face is turning even redder, so you reach your hands to both of your cheeks. That gets a giggle out of Andre and you instantly move them to your back, your eyes now staring at his bare feet.

All you wanted to do was bury yourself on a rabbit hole until Andre lost his memory, or you lost yours. You were thinking about the possibility of a secret society -Alice in Wonderland style- inside the rabbit hole that you could live in forever when Burki extended his hand, his palm facing you, silently asking you to put your hand in his. So you did. And it was only a blink of an eye before his body was closer, almost touching yours.

“You’re not that drunk, are you?” he questioned.

You shook your head no and he moved his hand to your waist as a message that maybe -and only maybe- he wanted to be close too. So you moved your right one to his large shoulders.

“I’m glad you’re not drunk…”

“I’m just a bit hot and bothered” and dying out of shame! You screamed inside your head.

“Oh sure you are”, he replied with a small smile playing at the corner of his pink lips. Your brows raised in confusion and before you could ask, he answered, “hot. You’re hot”.

“Does it mean you’re gonna take my dress off?” you have no idea when you got so bold, but Andre seemed amused with everything.

“No, not tonight. You’re not drunk, but you’re a bit tipsy, I don’t want to start things like this” his fingers are in your cheekbone and you lean into him. “I’m gonna kiss you though, can I?”

His lips, so different from his hands, were soft and hot. They found yours timidly, exploring the space while his body welcomed yours closer, he took his time before his fingers were in your hair and his tongue caught your lips.

It felt good.

Like never before.

For some seconds you wished to be able to capture the moment and save it forever. Repeat it in your head every day.

Andre played with the strings of your dress, slipping it off your shoulders and you got into your tiptoes to peck his lips one last time.

“So...I take you really liked the dress?”

“I actually like you, the dress is a bonus” he shrugs and you giggle before finding yourself wrapped in another kiss.

#andre burakovsky #andre burakovsky imagine #Colorado Avalanche #hockey imagine #mels writing #nathan mackinnon #tyson jost #erik johnson

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txdoroki · 3 years

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todoroki taking care of you when you’re on your period

fem reader but i dont think i rlly used pronouns so

two fairly large writings in the span of 24 hours?! damn who am i?!?!?!?! i don’t know myself i don’t know myself-

also dedicated to @frxggie 💗 ily ☺️

content warning: throwing up, sickness (duhh whatd you think this was about :P ), talk of periods

you threw your head back over the toilet, the sensation of vomit rising in your throat once more. your felt miserable, your consciousness fuzzy from how nauseous you were. the leftover bile in your mouth pressed against your gag reflex, and you retched again as your throw-up filled the toilet.

your period usually wasn’t this bad, but your cramps had been horrible this time around.

today was only the second day, but you guessed it’d be fairly long this time. the past week has been filled with you getting teary eyed over even the smallest things.

last night you cried because you didn’t have any penne pasta, and your boyfriend rushed to the store to get some. you ate that pasta with the biggest smile on your face, only for around 20 minutes though, before your cramps had you trying to nap on todoroki’s lap, desperate for the pain to go away.

the night before last shoto walked in on you sobbing over the fact that you bent a spoon from your icecream, it still makes you tear up to think about.

even a few hours before you threw up, you were crying on the phone to shoto about how you suddenly remembered that some cats are in shelters. it took a full hour for you to stop crying.

your emotions were running simply running wild right now, which was okay.

you pressed your cheek against your hand and sighed, not wanting to touch your face to the toilet. you wished you had that heating pad shoto had bought you a few weeks ago near you, it always helped.

“darling, are you okay?” you jumped when you heard your boyfriend’s concerned voice behind you, “are you done vomiting? or do you need to stay here?”

“i think i’m done, i’m really sorry, shoto,” you began tearing up, biting your bottom lip to try and discourage the tears that were forming in your eyes, “i don’t want you to feel like you have to take care of me, i can be by myself if you want to hang out with deku,”

“you’re not bothering me, love, it’s okay,” he kneeled next to you, rubbing your back, “do you feel well enough to walk to the bed, or do i need to carry you?”

you nodded, trying to stand up on your own, but your knees immediately locked, your legs felt like they were jello.

you began crashing down, grabbing onto your boyfriend’s toned arm to not hit your head on the floor. he scooped you into his arms, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist and your arms to wrap around his neck.

he carried you to your shared bedroom and set you on the bed, wasting no time in laying next to you and bringing you into his arms.

“i’m sorry you’re feeling bad, is there something you need right now?” he searched your expression for any sort of pain or discomfort, cocking his head when you roared with a fit of giggles and smiles, “what.?”

“you’re so sweet, sho,” you guided his face towards yours and kissed him, the kiss soft but meaningful, “i’m alright, no need to wor-” you gasped when your cramps started back up, instinctively curling into a tight ball to try and squeeze away the pain. it never worked, the ball more comforting than anything.

“y/n, do you need pain medicine?” he ran circles with his hands over your back, watching to see if you’d say yes. when he saw the small nod, he slowly got up from the bed, careful not to shake it too much, and walked to the medicine cabinet.

he returned only a moment later, holding two small pills for you to take. they took around half an hour to kick in, so in the meantime you were curled up next to his side with a heating pad pressed to your stomach. you were both watching john mulaney on netflix, he always cheered you up. it was practically a tradition at this point to watch his shows when you aren’t feeling well.

after around forty five minutes of snuggling with your boyfriend, sleepiness began to overcome you. when he saw you yawn, he wrapped his arm around you and put a pillow in his lap so you could sleep comfortably.

“it’s okay, darling, you can go to sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up,” he cooed, caressing your cheek softly.

you dopily smiled up at him, warmth filling your body. you loved him so much, he was such a sweetheart.

“i love you, honey,”

“i love you too, darling,” he kissed your forehead, “now quit fighting sleep, you deserve some rest,”

when literally anyone asks if i’ve ever written fanfiction- LMAOOO

over my dead body will ppl i know find this account (ง︡'-'︠)ง

#todoroki fluff #todoroki x reader #todoroki imagine #mha todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki comfort #m.favs

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fakeloveaskblog · 3 years

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Greetings from the void, Remington Siest, I have been summoned in your stead—

Oh, it's you! We've already met! Right! Uh, Remus's nonbinary demon friend again, this time coming from the shadowy corners in your room that you never look to. My apologies for that little scare, it's my day job you see, and someone else did summon me to you; old habits die hard, yadda yadda. How have you been? How are you liking that Raccoon plushie I sent?

Now, as for what's been requested of me *sounds of paper shuffling* hmm, ok, yeah, that's easy! Remus adores you, can confirm! Both him and Janus love having you as a friend and while I cannot speak on Remus'd behalf on the matter I can say that Janus is absolutely smitten with you (on a romantic sense) beyond a shadow of a doubt! He doesn't and will never only want you for your body, or leave you if you were to reject any advances he may yet put forth, so you can rest easy on that issue!

Oh. *hears what Remy has to say to their summoner before the message sents* Oh my. *starts to panic* Seems things are worse than I thought. I have. No idea what to say that wouldn't make this any worse! Where's the person who cheers you up and sents you nice text messages when you need it?! Ah, guess if they're not here this falls to me until they do get here? Uh, darn the timer's running out, um.

Remy… you are amazing and a great person and your friends love you for you, and you alone, not just your body, you! (Remus is ace for crying out loud!) Other than the obvious… now, we don't have time to unpack all of that, but…! *quickly sents a link to a social media app on Remy's phone* So. *John Mulaney voice* Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you? Because it sounds like he sucks and I would totally kill that guy for you!

(U!Virgil, emotional abuse)

Remy: "Oh girl I am loving the raccoon! I sewed him a lil like hoodie so now he like reminds me even more of my boyf. I have-"

They forced in a sharp breathe through their teeth while their whole body trembled from pain. The plushie was pressed close to their chest as they laid in bed. All the blinds were rolled down because any and all light would bring them a migraine right now.

"I haven't like....been doing too hot...I...It's like....a lot right now"

They took a few moments to really listen to your message. (How good that all demon messages came with an automatic playback function)

"...Jan does seem so sweet...and Rem makes me feel all warm...maybe you’re right" They buried their face into the soft fur of the plushie "I want Jan to like hold me like all the time. He's so soft"

(A part of them still felt doubt. Sweet guys had left them before. They tried to press the doubt deep deep down until they couldn’t hear it anymore)

"I really hope Jan like texts me about hanging out soon. Like shopping or eating at some resturant or like going out walking or whatever. I just wanna like talk to him. He seems like tots a good listener right? Would be like good to vent to I guess...I kinda want to...I trust him. I think....I shouldn’t vent....I shouldn’t”

The door opened. The small amount of light coming in made them whimper and hide down under the blanket. Virgil came in. He hunched down by the bed.

“You feeling any better?”

“Bitch look at me. I’m dying more than a 70′s fashion trend!! Oh woe me!”

He kissed them on the nose before taking out a pill from one of the medicine bottles on their bedside table. Remy immediately tensed up.

If they took that pill then eventually the bottle would be empty and Virgil would have to pay for another and they wouldn’t have any way to make it up to him because they were useless and couldn’t work and could barely even be used properly and he would probably tell them himself how horrible of a burden they were and they were probably supposed to refuse or he would get mad and-

“You need it” He had a soft look in his eyes.

“I’m fine babe!” They spat out in panic.

Virgil grabbed onto their jaw and forced their mouth open. The back of their head got pressed down into the mattress. It hurt. They knew he would just sigh back how Everything hurt to them if they said anything. They grabbed onto his wrist to try and force him away, they couldn’t. He wasn’t strong but they were very weak.

He pressed the pill down into the back of their mouth. “Swallow” He kept their mouth open until they did as told. “Good. Was that really hard” He muttered sarcastically.

Their whole body was still so tense it ached “Please babe you just sounded like a laughably pathetic daddy dom”

Virgil fiddled with his hoodie strings like he always did when he got flustered “I Uh didnt’ mean to. Gross. Eh. Dinner’s almost ready by the way”

“Don’t burn the stove down” They teased.

“Shut up you smartass”

“You wish”

“Idiot” He said jokingly before kissing them. He left to check so the stove hadn’t actually burned down.

Remy painstakingly turned to look at you. They pressed the plushie closer. The medicine started to make them drowzy. It did that sometimes.

“My boyfriend doesn’t suck...he’s sweet. so sweet” They mumbled out “Most days he’s so sweet. Like today. And on bad days he just like doesn’t lie. He just says the truth..he gets so anxious about me leaving him....isn’t that like kinda romantic...him being so desperate for me to not leave he just...he just says stuff...and yells...and.....and it’s sweet. He’s so sweet”

They kind of wished Virgil would always be either sweet or honest. It made them so stressed to never know how they had to act. At least their dad never made them stressed like that. He was always angry. That made it easy

Remy gripped onto the stuffie harder. They hated when their brain made connections between his boyfriend and-

“He loves me. He just like loves me so much. All that stuff that sounds bad it’s either ‘cause he’s trying to make me stay, like I would leave or someting, or- or ‘cause it’s true”

....But....But they’d thought the whole thing about how no one else would want them except for their body was true...but if Janus didn’t....then it wasn’t true....Remy couldn’t help but wonder if-

The door opened again. Virgil came in with 2 bowls of black bean soup. The silly wondering was quickly forced away from their thoughts.

He sat down on the bed next to them and set the bowls onto the bed table they had for bedridden days. He gently put his hands on their back and neck to help them sit up. When they whimpered he kissed them.

“I’m not hungry” Remy muttered.

“Beanie you are”

They could eat on their own but they didn’t say no when he used the spoon to feed them. It made them feel pampered and it made him feel needed. Double win.

“Babe this tastes horrible. just saying as like a warning” They said after finishing half the bowl.

“Like you could do any better” He pressed a playful kiss to their forehead.

“Oh yeah definitely! I just put the ingredient in! And then the like water! and then it’s done! Easy!!”

“Woooow. Wish I’d thought of that”

They smiled “Yeah that’s why you’ve got dick for brain. Bitch”

He simply snapped his finger into their forehead in reply “Wanna watch a horror movie?”

Remy got bored by horror movies and Virgil easily got anxious by them even though he loved them so really he was if they wanted to make out and cuddle to avoid looking at the film.

“You akready know I want to”

They didn’t look which movie he picked. They’d already cuddled up to his side and pressed their head to his chest. He moved his arms around them so he could eat his soup while the movie started.

It was so nice. They could hear his heartbeat through his hoodie. He was so sweet. They were so horrible.

They didn’t deserve it. They didn’t deserve it. They didn’t deserve it.

#thanks for the ask!!! that must have taken you some time to write <3 #ask #remy sanders #unsympathetic virgil #sanders sides #obsessed with how your ask makes the implication that remy has a tumblr

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kakakakashi · 4 years

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hiii! could you possibly write some hcs for adopting a child? i don’t really care for which characters bc i love them all tbh but my favorites are kakashi, tsunade, and naruto himself! i see a lot of pregnancy type hcs and as much as i love a good breeding kink pregnancy is not for me. obviously it’s up to you if you’re comfortable writing this though!

Omg, this is so sweet? I’ll gladly write these, especially because I personally don’t want children, and I also love a good breeding kink, so I totally get where you’re coming from there. Adoption is something that I wish Naruto would explore more because I think there’s so much potential there. I know, I personally headcanon that the only reason Iruka didn’t adopt Naruto was because he asked Hiruzen, and Hiruzen forbid him from adopting Nart. Also, half of the village is orphans, so wtf is up with that? And like everyone just ignores them? Like… how do you just do that? Anyway, let’s get into this.

Kakashi

Kakashi is terrified of having kids.

I’m sorry, but you don’t go what he goes through without developing a fear that you’re gonna pass all that shit down if you happen to have a baby.

He also believes he’d be a completely incompetent dad who his kid would resent.

He also doesn’t want his kid to go through what he went through when he lost his dad.

Not to mention, he never knew how to be a kid, so he knows he’d never be able to relate to children.

Tbh, he’s really just a mess, and he doesn’t want that to have any negative impact on any child ever, so he distances himself from them.

Why else do you think he makes kids do the bell test?

They’ve got like… a 0.01% chance of passing.

And the only reason he ended up with Squad 7 was because Hiruzen basically volunteered him to be their leader without asking him.

*John Mulaney voice* “This might as well happen”

Anyway, when you bring up kids, the man astral projects the fuck out of there.

Like, sure, a roll in the hay where he talks dirty about getting you pregnant is one thing, but you’ve talked about that, and you both know that him actually getting you pregnant is out of the question for both of you.

Even when you bring up adoption, he’s just dissociating.

Until you suggest an older kid.

And he snaps back, thinking to himself “Oh… that doesn’t sound so bad…”

He’s had a bit of a trial run with Team 7, and he’s aware of the mistakes he’s made.

He knows what he’d do with his own kid, and the concept of his own kid sounds nice to him.

He wouldn’t only have to be the disciplinarian. He wouldn’t have to worry about bringing the kid on missions. He could just… be a dad who could chill with his kid and play with the dogs while you lounge under a tree…

And suddenly, the idea of kids doesn’t scare him anymore. It almost makes him excited?

So, he asks if you can talk about it more for the next few years.

And you just smile and nod.

Tsunade

You bring it up after Kakashi replaces her as Hokage.

You guys have been through so much, and you both kind of just want a break from the action, passing the torch to the next generation.

And you’ve both been thinking about adoption separately, especially Tsunade after growing so close to Naruto.

You’re talking one day about how you want your new quiet life to be, and you’re talking about kids.

“I know we’ve never discussed the details of us having children… but what about adoption?”

“You were thinking about it too?”

You two just smile at each other for a bit before Tsunade hugs you tight, and you just cling to her, peppering kisses along the side of her face.

You guys decide to adopt a youngin because you’re mostly retired, so you have all the time in the world to give to a small child with more needs.

Lil baby Senju is literally your life now.

You’re the “LET ME SHOW YOU 5,000 PHOTOS OF MY KID THAT I KEEP IN MY WALLET! I HAVE MORE IN THE CAR HOLD ON!” couple.

Tsunade came from a big family, and she’s secretly always wanted a family, but it never seemed to be in the cards for her, and it always left her feeling empty.

So, when she’s got you and baby Senju, she’s on cloud 9.

And after you start falling into routine, she’s the one to suggest “Let’s have another.”

You guys adopt another youngin because, again, you’ve got the time whereas some people don’t.

There’s at least one girl. I just feel like she wants to raise a strong little girl to help make positive change in the world.

And when you come home one night to find the three of them asleep on the couch with a book on Tsunade’s lap, your heart just… bursts with happiness. Like, this is your life? How lucky are you?

You guys are just a cute and sweet little family.

Naruto

The fact that he doesn’t adopt in Boruto is bullshit tbh.

Sorry.

He literally went through so much as a child because he was an orphan, and having Iruka in his life changed him so much.

He wants to be someone’s Iruka-sensei.

He also doesn’t want any child to experience the pain he went through, and after knowing Gaara, he doesn’t want any kid to feel like him either.

I like to think Naruto really stepped up care for orphans when he became Hokage.

He established nice orphanages, and always stopped by to see the kids with you.

And there’s this one kid who’s just as hyperactive and goofy as he was at that age.

And he and Naruto just click.

One day, you and he are walking home, and you notice how Naruto’s demeanor gets more glum the farther away from the orphanage they get.

“Naruto…” He looks at you, your words breaking him from his trance. “I know we’ve talked about kids before… and you seem so happy whenever we go visit the children… I know you have a special bond with (*insert kid’s name here*)… and I was just thinking… maybe it’s time to add on to our little fam–”

Naruto’s already picking you up and spinning you around.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, Y/N! Thank you! That sounds perfect! We’ve gotta go tell Iruka-sensei! Come on!”

He immediately drags you towards Iruka’s apartment.

And Iruka’s so happy and proud.

He’ll cry when Naruto tells him “I want to be someone’s Iruka-sensei and give them a family, lik you gave me.”

And you adopt the kid, and you bring your kid back to the orphanage all the time to play with his friends, and you all have family dinners together and you’re all basically a little family who stay connected even after the children get adopted and new kids come into the family.

It’s just a really lovely little family with him and you and all your unofficially adopted children and your one officially adopted kid.

And, he’s not a deadbeat dad like in Boruto because HOW the fuck is that NOT completely ooc of Naruto? Just… HOW?!?!

#naruto imagines #kakashi x reader #tsunade x reader #naruto x reader #cherry has ideas sometimes #Anonymous #cherry posts about ninja nerds #100

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himboskywalker · 4 years

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So here's something I've been thinking, especially after the new chap: from the beginning, I expected all the confessions to come from Anakin. But so far, Obi-Wan is the one Disclosing, with Anakin biting his tongue and holding out. Obi has put himself in compromising positions several times by telling Anakin things literally no one else knows, and has really made himself vulnerable while ol' Ani is keeping his cards covered. It's an interesting expectation flip. Much To Think About

I think the fandom most often assumes that Obi-Wan is closed off and Anakin is a colander of feelings leaking all over the place but I very much see it the opposite. Like don’t get me wrong,I very much think Obi-Wan is stoically like *John Mulaney voice* I keep my emotions right here *gestures to chest* and one day I’ll die but between the two of them he’s so much more open about his current emotional state in their dynamic then Anakin. Like sure Anakin butchers some sand people and has a full emotional breakdown over it but he literally never told Obi-Wan. He doesn’t tell him about his deepest struggles with the dark side and he never tells him about Padme. Meanwhile Obi-Wan is openly admitting to having been in love with Satine and being all I’m proud of you Anakin and these are the things I’ve struggled with Anakin.

I think they both feel very deeply and are both emotional but Anakin is better at expressing his “in the moment” emotions and Obi-Wan is far better at expressing his soul deep ones. Anakin is so free and open to show his affection,to Obi-Wan,to Padme and Ahsoka and Rex and R2,but he never tells anyone about his deepest struggles and fears,not even Padme. And while Obi-Wan is far more contained about what he feels in the moment,he’s also far more able to be like,these are the things I believe,and this is what drives me and this is what I fear or struggle with. Basically Obi-Wan is very good at mindfulness and Anakin just bleeds surface emotions and moods.

I’ve tried to (not saying I have successfully but I’ve attempted) to mimic that characterization with how their reveals go and how they communicate with one another. It’s been game plan from day one that Obi-Wan would reveal first,just as it is in canon. Anakin is so weighed down and drowning in his fears that even when he is presented with everything he wants he still can’t let go of that terror ingrained in him since infancy. I wanted this to mirror his dreams with Padme,like dude,you have everything going for you right now,don’t let your fear misconstrue and warp the situation. I’ve also tried to be mindful of him being far more open of his affections during the scenes,just as Anakin is in canon. I wanted that same dynamic that he has with Padme where he wears his heart on his sleeeve and is just so obvious about how he pines and he doesn’t care. And Obi-Wan,who a lot of people I’ve had comment has been too mean lol,is very much gauging and evaluating their interactions while also trying to control himself and guard himself. But it’s Obi-Wan who,like in canon,is far more able to say,this is who I am,this is what drives me or what I’m afraid of.

I think we see Anakin’s super emotional scenes,like with his mother and the sand people,or these moments in the Clone Wars and then his full breakdown in RoTS and we see him openly cry and be just a train wreck. But I think we also often forget that Obi-Wan is not privy to these moments until the very end. He never saw Anakin’s anguish on Tatooine,never saw him anguish over his dreams,and never saw him anguish,except in small and unintended moments,over his inner darkness. Anakin is not good about opening up about his fears and I think this,at its core,was his truest mark of defeat. It wasn’t his all consuming fear that led to becoming Darth Vader,but his inability to work through it because he kept it bottled up and shoved in the depths of himself and didn’t share it with others. He let his internally kept fear guide his actions and that’s what is happening now in cmwia. Anyway that’s simply my interpretation of it and so that’s how I’ve based my own characterizations with the reveals!

#conceal me what i am #my fanfic stuff #asks #character analysis

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senpaibackthefuckoff · 4 years

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Best Parts of John Mulaney’s Sack Lunch Bunch Special

- “I don’t like kid shows now, but I did when I was a kid which means they used to be better.”

- Brought to you by a GoFundMe based on a lie.

- “My dad is Marlin Jackson of the Jackson 5″ “Oh, Marlin Jackson. I have no questions about him.”

- “Who knows who voiced her husband and/or brother?”

- “What you know about real life could fit in a thimble on the thumb of tiny Jiminy Cricket.”

- Just that entire algebra segment: the eyepatch, John Mulaney’s awkward dad interjections, the ominous lighting and vaguely ominously snapping children, “Dad did you rehearse this,” that explanation that totally cleared up how algebra saves your eye.

- Topics covered in rapid succession: death, schizophrenia and mental illness, therapy, the inability to eat any food other than macaroni aka a plain plate of noodles with a little bit of butter

- “I would call this thousand year period the Mulanium.” “Oh.” /judgmental silence/

- Girl Talk with Richard Kind.

- “Oh are you not - “ “No, I am not on the group text.”

- “I was just wondering...it sounds silly...do they?” *cut to song ‘do flowers exist at night’ with dramatic 80′s love ballad visuals.

- Literally all of the fears. All of them. I can’t even list the good ones, because they’re all great.

- “When I was young, volcanoes made me really nervous.” “Where did you grow up?” “Baltimore.”

- The ridiculous ‘games’ between segments with weirdly specific obscure trivia.

- “Last June, I saw Paul Simon and Martin Scorsese at Coney Island. They were stacked onto each other’s shoulders under a trench coat, trying to sneak on the Cyclone.” “Did it work?” “Nah, they got busted. ‘Cause they made Paul the head, and he can’t talk, so inside the coat you just hear this chattering on about Frederico Fellini” I don’t know why, it just made me laugh for 20 minutes.

- Annaleigh Ashford listing off some Too Real reasons for crying. Alex, to the camera: “and also this whole time I’m wearing my dad’s fancy scarf and my heelys!”

- Whatever the fuck Jake Gyllenhaal’s segment was, that entire thing was gold. The accent that disappeared when things went wrong, the train conductor/toy soldier/xylophone outfit, the interaction with the cat, “I should have spent time setting up some props that make noise”

- “Noooo, that was my clarinet!” “It landed on a truck full of pillows that was passing by only then.”

- The children calling John Mulaney Mom and Jake Gyllenhaal Dad, a ship for which I now must write copious amounts of fanfic.

- Jake Gyllenhaal’s deranged dangling mustache.

- Anna Mulaney making an appearance!!!

- honestly just the entire thing was great, and I need him to make more of these.

#john mulaney #john mulaney sack lunch bunch #sack lunch bunch #john mulaney special #god why is he so funny #comedy #the list got too long and I had to erase some

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harryissuchalittleshit · 3 years

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For the headcannon/prompt thing: could you do anything happy with angelina and george? Everyone always writes them as depressed and unable to love each other and I just really see them as being happy together.

Oh boy, I just finished my George/Angelina fic today, and I love this prompt! I’m going to give you a snippet of what I’ve been working on, and let me tell you, I personally believe Angelina regretted going to the Yule Ball with Fred and wished that George asked her, and George wishes the same. Why would they get married and have children if they didn’t love each other?? Anyways here’s a scene I wrote of there wedding!

“I love you,” George told her, as he flipped her veil up. She was crying, but smiling at him, perfect.

“I know,” whispered Angelina as she squeezed his hand. “I love you too.”

George stared at Angelina’s face, unable to look away as the officiant talked and talked and talked, explaining away all of their pain and sorrows and sadness. He didn’t want to hear their story in a new way, he had lived through it already, so did Angelina.

“George,” said Angelina and he blinked, “vows?”

They had chosen to write their own vows, to say what they wanted to each other. But every time that he had sat down to write, he just stared at the parchment or doodled little hearts.

“I love you Angelina,” said George and he suddenly wished that they weren’t surrounded by everyone they loved and it was just the two of them. “And I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you. You’re smart and funny and the most beautiful person I have ever met. You make me laugh and smile every day, even when I don’t want to. You love me even when I don’t love me, and every day with you has made my life better.”

He paused, not knowing where he was going, but just feeling every word in his heart.

“I promise that I won’t leave my socks on when we go to bed because you hate it, and I promise to do the dishes when you make dinner. I promise to kiss you every morning when we wake up, and I promise to tell you ‘I love you’ every night before bed. I promise to make you laugh at least once a day, and I promise that the jokes won’t be good either.”

Angelina giggled and George reached forward to wipe away a stray tear, before kissing her cheek.

“I promise to love you through it all, Ange. There will be a lot of ups and downs, we will be sad and happy and hopeful and devastated, we will be hurt and we’ll hurt each other, but I promise to be there through it all. As long as you have me, I will have you.”

“That’s tough to follow up Gee,” whispered Angelina and George smiled.

“I love you too, George,” said Angelina, loud enough so everyone could hear, and there was no weepiness in her voice, only strength. “You have always managed to make the bad feel better. You’ve always managed to make every bad day into something good, even if it was making me laugh in the worst moments of my life. You’ve always made my life just a little more, a little more fun, a little more funny, a little more happier, even when I didn’t want it. And somehow, even when I’m falling apart, you manage to make it easier, you managed to make me laugh and smile and feel just a little bit better after we lost Beth. You came to my mama’s funeral with flowers a trick wand to make me smile, and you crashed my grandmamma’s funeral and held my hand because you knew I needed you.”

“You make my life better and I’ll never be able to repay you,” continued Angelina, her voice never breaking or wavering, and her smile never leaving her face. “So now it’s my turn to make a few promises. I promise to sing in the shower, because you like it when I wake you up that way after overnights. I promise to do the dishes after you make dinner. I promise to laugh at the jokes that you think are bad, even though there not. I promise that I’ll kiss you every night before bed and tell you that ‘I love you’ every morning.”

She paused and George squeezed her fingers, he wanted to hold her in his arms and never let her go. He wanted to kiss her and hold her and not give a damn about what their guests and family thought.

“I promise to love you George,” said Angelina, wiping at her own eyes. “I promise to always love you, we’ve already been through the worst, so I know it can only get better from here. I love you, I will always love you, and I’m so happy that it’s always been you and will forever be you.”

George was faintly aware of the officiant talking, the only thing that mattered was exchanging their rings and holding Angelina’s hand.

Tick…tock…tick…tock.

Angelina’s lips felt so warm and familiar and perfect. He knew there were a hundred different things he would change about the day, but this moment, this very moment, was not one of them.

She was no longer Angelina Caralynn Johnson, instead she would forever be Angelina Caralynn Weasley.

His wife.

George Weasley is straight up the type of person the scream, “that’s my wife!” ala John Mulaney style about Angelina. And I honestly love that for them.

Send me a Weasley and I’ll give you a fic, a couple of head canons, or my thoughts on canon vs fanon

#harry potter #george x angelina #george weasley #angelina johnson #head canons #family #wedding #vows #marriage #john mulaney #ask game

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nyisles · 4 years

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Magic in the Hamptons

Part Five

part one | part two | part three | part four

Player: Mathew Barzal

Words: 3k

Warnings: language

Notes: long long long long overdue, but i’m too critical of my writing which makes it so hard to write something i feel is good enough for y’all.. But please leave feedback. It makes writing all this feel worth it! also it’s hard to write angst???

As soon as your foot was set through the door of your apartment you peeled off the islanders t-shirt. It just made you feel dirty and used. You really wanted to be ok with this and not be upset, maybe you were overthinking your relationship/ friendship/ whatever-ship this was with Mat? Though replaying past events in your mind, you didn’t understand how he could’ve possibly thought inviting his ex-girlfriend to the game was a good idea and it did really seem like the two of you were going to be exclusive, it seemed like he was spending all his free time with you. You both were in contact every single day, how could he have possibly had time to do this to you? It honestly didn’t matter anymore. Changing into sweats, you washed your face trying to get rid of the redness from all the tears you’d let out on the ride home. You just needed to cool down and process things. Flicking on netflix, you settled on watching some John Mulaney special, you were on the market for a pick me up that actually made you laugh out loud.

Maybe ten minutes into the special you heard your apartment door buzz, you weren’t expecting any company and it was already past midnight and you didn’t order any take out. Going up to your buzzer, you pressed the ‘talk’ button. “Hello?” you questioned, pressing the listen button to hear the mystery guest had to say. “I just want to talk.” Your heart dropped into your stomach hearing the male voice. “So talk.” You said to Mat. There weren’t any voices he could’ve been confused with. You just wanted to know why he was here and not with Whitney, or more importantly at his own apartment. “Face to face, (Y/N).”

Letting out a sigh, you had no idea why, but you pressed the unlock button letting him into your building. Realizing you had a minute or two to yourself before he was able to climb up the stairs in your walk-up, you headed into the kitchen taking out a wine glass and filling it up to the brim. Taking a huge gulp before the knock on the door interrupted you. Behind the door was Mat looking awfully disheveled. His gameday suit was now missing the blazer, and what was formerly a crisp white button down was now a wrinkly wine stained mess. At least you both were on the same page about having a tall glass of wine before you spoke. “So can I come in or are you going to make me stand here?” He said plainly. No smile, no anger in his voice either, his eyes did look tired, but to be fair the boy had just played a professional hockey game. He seemed completely indifferent to the situation. No words exited your mouth, you just stepped to the side opening the door a bit wider so he could make his way into your apartment. Normally he makes himself comfortable on the couch in your living room but he just paced around a little unsure of where to go. Looking at your kitchen counter he let out an uncomfortable laugh seeing the wine, “Looks like we both had the same idea...” he trailed off scratching the back of his neck.

“Cut the bullshit.” was the first thing that came out of your mouth. It was so honest that it almost took you by surprise. If Mat being here brought anything good into your life, at least it was a little bit of a backbone. “What are you doing here? You don’t understand what ‘leave me alone’ means?” You said moving into the kitchen, leaving him to follow behind you.

Looking back you saw his jaw clench, “If I recall your text it was ‘don’t contact me’ which can be interpreted a little differently.” Mat said starting to get a bit angrier in his tone, probably because of the way you were acting, but he deserved it. He really made you look stupid in front of a large group of people you were still getting to know, most of your interactions were while you were intoxicated. Mat had to realize you were in a vulnerable state, he had brought you into his world, and then he did that. “And by the way, have you ever thought about how you embarrassed me?” You were mid-sip of your wine when you choked a little bit, not believing one word of what he was saying. You embarrassing him? All it took was that one little sentence to completely get you in your head. You understood you didn’t quite fit the bill of what a WAG looked like or acted like or how they always came through to games in head to toe designer. Or maybe you embarrassed him in the way you were acting - as if the two of you were a couple? You were unsure, but it quickly made your eyes burn, feeling another round of tears just ready to go. “If you felt that way you should’ve just let me stay home.”

“If I had known that you would just walk out on me, I probably would’ve.” it’s when he said that the tears started to roll down your face. His face didn’t even show any sort of remorse when he recognized what he said struck a nerve. This wasn’t the Mat you knew. That Mat you’d grown to like so much was much softer, he’d make you laugh at any opportunity and contrary to what he’d let his friends know, he was sensitive. You’d seen him tear up during the episode of the office when Jim and Pam got married. “So you’ve come over here to make me feel worse?” You said quietly not feeling as strong as you had in the beginning of the conversation. “You can leave now, you win. You’ve made me cry… a second time in 24 hours, okay?”

“I just want to have one honest conversation with you.” Mat said, grabbing the wine glass of your hand and putting it down on the counter looking directly into your eyes. It was the first time his hazel eyes had pierced your soul in a way that made you uncomfortable. This was the first time his gaze made you feel like you weren’t in your own home, but some strange alternate universe. “I’m fucking mad, you know why? I invited this girl, who I thought was cool to come hang out with my friends and I on an important night for me to then make me look like a fucking criminal after.”

You let out this startled laugh, “Which girl are you referring to? Me or your ex? Because I don’t remember thinking that I was going to be part of some bachelor episode fighting for your attention. Stupidly enough, I thought things between us were going to turn into something.”

“Yeah, well you sure as hell fooled me too.” Mat spat out.

“You realize how fucked up in the head you are for inviting two girls to the game, don’t you?” you said, raising your voice, wiping away some of the tears, now letting your sadness turn into anger. You were flopping back and forth between emotions and it was exhausting. “Am I some sort of joke to you? Just a friend who you kiss when your girlfriend is out of town.”

“Fuck this, I’m going home. Keep feeling bad for yourself, (Y/N). It’s pathetic.” was all that Mat could say as he looked around at everything in your kitchen except for you. “You won’t even let me talk” He said while you let out another laugh, this time exaggerated and loud and full of disdain, you picked up your wine glass taking another large sip, finishing off whatever was left in the glass. “You should be with the girl you flew in from out of town, Matty. She was so thrilled you left her ticket that I’m surprised she let you get away.” you said, doing your best to imitate her voice when you said his name, it still rang so clearly in your head. You could only imagine Whitney being in the passenger seat of his car right now, waiting for this conversation to be over so the two of them could go out on some fancy date at a fancy restaurant where he’d take someone who wasn’t so embarrassing. Maybe that’s why most of your dates had just been at each other's apartments.

“If you really think that I did that to you then you’re right. I have no purpose in coming here. You don’t know me at all.” Mat said, he made his way back to the front door of your apartment seeing his clothes in a messy pile. You could see him roll his eyes giving them a kick further in the corner, “You should wash them before finding a way to give them back to me.” and with that he left, slamming the door behind him.

- - -

You hadn’t spoken to Mat for a week, and in hockey season that might as well have counted for a whole month between the home games, away games and travel time. To be fair you hadn’t planned on speaking to him anytime soon, you did though have your friends keep tabs on Whitney, who they reported was on a flight home the morning after the game. What you did know was that the Isles had been on a bit of a losing streak, and it didn’t even bring you the joy you thought it might knowing Mat would be pissed off. You did get a sweet text from Grace inviting you out to lunch though you politely declined saying you were feeling a bit overwhelmed from a busy work week. What you didn’t expect was another buzz at your apartment door. “It’s Meg…” “And Grace.” “And Syd.” You heard the three separate voices, which honestly made you a little bit uncomfortable. You could pretend you weren’t home, or you could tell them you were feeling sick, but both options just felt wrong to a group of girls who’d done nothing but try to make you feel welcome into their group. It was practically an obligation not to leave three pregnant women standing in the chilly october air, so you buzzed them in.

“We come with gifts” Megan said when you popped your door open seeing them with brown take away bags from your favorite sushi place. It was all so odd to you knowing that these girls had taken you in a little too prematurely, because surely you were finished with Mat. He had made that very clear the night he left your apartment. He didn’t want much to do with you, and there wasn’t much you wanted to do with him. He’d played you since you’d first met him at Sydney’s wedding. The first strike was him not texting you for weeks, the second being the time Tito interrupted your date to talk about Whitney, the third being the home opener. You had no more chances left to give. Weren’t the early stages of talking to someone supposed to be fun and easy? You’d had the same amount of fun times and dates as fights which was ridiculous. You weren’t made to be some athlete’s girlfriend and Mat had kindly reminded you that during your fight when he called you embarrassing. When you recounted the events to your friends you left that part out, you didn’t want to even bring it up, it just hurt too much. There were a lot of slight digs that you didn’t want to bring up because they hit differently.

“If i’d known you girls were going to force lunch upon me I would’ve met you at the restaurant instead of making you all walk up four flights of steps.” speaking softly you invited them in to put the bags down on the coffee table in the living room figuring you all could eat there. “Well we have a lot of catching up to do, so this works.” Sydney said bringing in more bags of food, placing them on the table, as Grace held up a bouquet of flowers. “From Mat” she said softly. You gulped, taking them from her, putting them on a side table plucking out the note. “I guess we all have a lot of catching up to do.” you muttered opening up the card beginning to read it aloud. “These don’t even cover half of how sorry I am. I’m -” you stopped reading aloud and silently instead.

‘These don’t even cover half of how sorry I am. I wasn’t honest with you and I'm miserable thinking of everything I said. I wish I could re-do that conversation at your apartment. Sounds stupid, but it’s even stupider making some florist write out this card. Please call me. - MB.’

“He’s right, he really is miserable.” Meg said, as you looked up at her, Grace shot her a glare. “Megan… we didn’t read the card.” You couldn’t help but to smile, it felt better having them here as opposed to your other girlfriends. Your girlfriends didn’t quite get it, and they didn’t know Mat. They didn’t understand how in such a short time you had become so connected to Mat and how that was ripped away from you in minutes and a fight that was so meaningless and led to no real resolution.

“Well the flowers are lovely, but I don’t think I want to call anyone.”

“Just think about it. We can all agree Mat wasn’t himself, it’s fucked.” Grace said, “Now let’s just eat, I’m tired from all those steps. I gotta refuel.” The girls managed to spend the rest of the lunch not pestering you so much, just discussing upcoming halloween plans, babies, and how to get you to go to lunch with them more often. It was refreshing and honestly quite nice.

- - -

It's been another week, and another month in hockey time. Ever since the girls had come to your apartment with their ulterior motives of getting you to talk to Mat, he had stepped his game up. The poor boy had tried to call your cell phone at least five times within the past two days. He managed to sprinkle in some creative ‘miss you’ texts without being so blatantly obvious. Didn’t matter though, as fate would have it you’d find him in a place you least expected it. Right in the middle of a grocery store, with Tito. The two of them laughing in the baking aisle as you watched Tito try to decide between two different boxes of cake mix. You wanted to turn around and run. Leave the cart full of groceries but you’d accidentally bumped into someone else’s cart trying to make the u-turn out of the aisle. “Shit” you mumbled, avoiding eye contact even though you felt their gaze burning into the side of your face. Hearing footsteps behind you and his voice calling out your name you politely turned around. You needed more self restraint. You watched him pick up his pace stepping in front of your cart, gripping onto it so you couldn’t roll it away. “I’ve been calling you. Texting too...”

“I don’t really have much to say.” speaking softly staring down at his beat up stan smiths that used to sit at your front entrance because he insisted that his mom raised him properly and he wouldn’t track his mud around your apartment. Slowly raising your gaze you noticed how different he looked since the last time you’d spoken. He just looked exhausted, the dark circles around his eyes a little bit more prominent. You’d recognized that the team was moving into a more game heavy part of their schedule so you tried to excuse it as that, and not the fact he was sending you late night texts trying to fix something that seemed too broken to repair. “I just… don’t have anything to say to someone that thinks so poorly of me.”

“(Y/N)” he said, taking in a deep breath, you couldn’t tell where he was going with this, and you knew he didn’t even know where he was going to go with this. He’d already groveled through the card and voicemails. “You know that’s not true at all. I have no problem making a scene in this store if it gets you to let me talk to you for just ten minutes to explain.”

“You might embarrass me in the way I embarrassed you.” was all you could say. God, his insults still stung and bringing them up again as you stood in front of him only made your eyes start to well up again. Embarrassing and feeling sorry for yourself, just as he had originally thought. Moving closer to you, he placed his hand gently on your upper arm that was still holding onto the cart. You wanted so badly to pull away, but he felt comforting. Normally with other guys you never had such trouble blowing them off, but everything about being with Mat felt different and maybe that’s why it hurt so much to be betrayed by him. “I think… no, I know my worst trait is speaking out of my ass. Now when can we talk, maybe privately? You deserve a hell of a lot more answers than I was able to give you before.”

You shook your head looking anywhere other than his eyes that were dead set on you. Biting your lip you just shrugged, “Your place? I do have some shirts to return.” He nodded finally getting what he wanted. Pulling you close by the arm he was holding onto he kissed the top of your head. It wasn’t meant to be flirty, just something he’d done to try and comfort you. You were bothered by how the affection didn’t bother you, it didn’t make you feel any better about your situation, but you also didn’t want to claw his eyes out. “I’m leaving for some away games tomorrow, but I’ll text you later, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll be around.”

#mat barzal #mathew barzal #mat barzal imagine #mathew barzal imagine #new york islanders #new york islanders imagine #hockey oneshot #hockey imainge #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

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