#the left is normal clothes and right is like hot weather or whatever

[agztsuma]

They're so scrunkly

#hi guys. me again #pitches tent in the pip tag #sp goth kids #sp pip #pip pirrip #pip pirrup #sp pete #pete thelman #same situation as last time keep it movin #mike makowski #sp mike #south park #south park fanart #really like the outfits i made for pippington theyre so slay #the left is normal clothes and right is like hot weather or whatever #summer fun yippee #my art #goth pip #<- propaganda successful #romeo and juliet parody episode w the goth kids and vamp kids + mike/pip would be so funny

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Daisy Dukes - Simon "Ghost" Riley*Fem!Reader

You're going out with some old friends to the beach, and someone is jealous.

This one is SFW but Part 2 will be 18+ (incoming)

It's 3 a.m. now so there might be some mistakes but I'll make sure to fix them in the morning :)

“You sure ya gonna wear these?”

You raised an eyebrow when you stood at the front door, hearing Simon’s voice coming from behind.

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” You asked.

His eyes narrowed, scrutinizing you from your head to toe, and back to meet your gaze. “You wear too little.” 

“Simon.” Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you sighed “This is normal, okay? No one wears a long trouser and a T-shirt to the beach, and definitely not when the weather is hot as hell.”

Simon wanted to tell you to change your clothes, he knew that once you stepped on the beach, you would become a lamb in a bunch of nasty wolves, especially when you looked so perfect — hair tied up into a high ponytail, white bikini on top only covered by a semi-transparent blouse, and that bloody daisy dukes, he glared at how it cupped your ass in such a charming way that would make all men crawl on four legs and drooling, and he wanted to poke their damn eyes even if he was just imagining now.

But, you were right, he couldn’t find a persuasive reason to tell you to change to other clothes.

so he sighed, walked to your side, and kissed you on your lips.

“then be careful, okay? Picked ya up at 9?”

“Sure, love you!” You returned the kiss and left your home with Simon’s gaze lingering on your back.

Simon waited anxiously at his car and kept looking at his watch while his left foot tapped at the floor. It was 9:05 now, and he still hadn’t seen you show up at the place you told him to pick you up.

He opened his phone, you and his chat stayed at 2 hours ago, which he told you he would arrive on time and you replied to him with an “okay!” rabbit sticker.

You weren't someone who would break your word, then why haven't you shown up yet? Were you all right? What if you get attacked by some fucking pervert? What if some crazy terrorist took you hostage and he couldn’t save you in time? What if...

Thousands of concerns rushed through his mind, making him more worried than before. He must calm down, his rational self told him, if you were in danger, he would know, and you weren't alone, you went to the beach with your old friends.

Well, what the rational part of him said was right, but when things were related to you, he just couldn't help but become overprotective.

When the watch showed that it was 9:10 now, and he finally couldn’t just stay here and wait for who knows how long without knowing your safety, he saw a familiar figure being supported by another person.

He quickly walked towards them, almost running, and he saw your arms wrapped around one of your girl friends’ shoulder, eyes darting and barely walking in a straight line, and when your eyes stopped on him, your face beamed up, and waved your arms in a big motion.

He didn’t notice he was holding his breath until he exhaled deeply once he saw you smile at him like an idiot, adorable one though.

“Simon ~ My handsome ~” You throw yourself into his chest, pawing at him like a crazy kitten. You are intoxicated obviously.

“Sorry, we played some beer pong and she lost almost every one of them, so she drank over 5 bottles of beer.” Your friend said in an apologetic tone.

Simon looked down at you clinging onto him like a koala, and sighed.

“Alright.”

but he was aware of how your other boy friends, standing behind the girls who supported you, watched your body with dirty eyes but shifted to intimidated ones when they noticed him glaring at each of them with his death stare.

Didn't want you to be exposed in those bastard’s eyes any longer, he quickly manhandled you into the passenger seat while you were mumbling some nonsense sentences.

On the way back to your home, Simon watched you sing along with whatever the music was playing on the radio, your hair was a little messy compared to when he saw you in the morning, but he still found you extremely beautiful, even prettier than usual with the red smeared at your cheek due to the alcohol.

but his mind quickly reminded him how your male friends looked at you with those perverted stares — just like what he presumed before you went out — and he wanted to punch them in their faces and bark at them till they never dared to look at you in that way.

At least you were safe, he reassured himself and turned the steering wheel to drive into the garage and park the car.

You were quiet now, but from the stupid grin on your face and the blurry eyes glued to him wherever he went, he knew you were still awake.

and when he dragged you out of the car, you became a clingy koala again, and he had no choice but to pick you up, struggling with the key to open the door with one hand, and put you down on the couch.

but when he was about to leave and get a towel for you, you pulled his arms, with a strong power he had no idea why you still had when you were so drunk, making him fall onto you with a grunt.

“Simon...I miss you so much...” You trapped him with all your limbs, and he pulled off a little to see your face, only to be pulled back into a lustful kiss.

Fuck, your body was feverish, and your soft lips were hotter than usual. You kissed him with a giddy passion and opened your mouth obediently when he returned the kiss, tongue slipped into your mouth and danced with yours sloppily.

Breaking the kiss, he nipped at your bottom lip and snarled at your face.

“Do ya know how I worried I was when ya didn’t show up? How jealous I was when your fucking friends looked at ya in such a dirty way?” He looked at your body, the blouse has already been thrown by you to god knows where before he dropped you on the couch, and at this angle, he could see how the bikini pressed your tits together wonderfully and showed your cleft to him. “and ya know how I want to just pushed you onto the dining table and fuck you till you couldn’t go out with your friends?” 

Your smirk only became more mischievous when you heard what he said, and you pulled him down again, voice deep, and pressed your lips to his ear.

“I don’t know, Simon. How about you show me then?” 

and who was he to say no to you?

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley imagine #cod imagine #female pronouns

[stellar-imagines]

WINTER 2022 SPECIAL: ❝#15 with Zoro.❞

[ Fandom: One Piece ] [ Characters: Roronoa Zoro ]

「#15 ❝Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that.❞ with Zoro.」

RORONOA ZORO

The moment an island came into view, Luffy and Chopper were the ones who were the most excited over it. The three of you wasted no time getting off the ship the moment the island came into view ― that was after Nami reminded you to ensure that Luffy does not do anything stupid and make sure that the island was safe. Chopper seemed to be quite excited, loving the cold winter weather. On the other hand, Nami had you and Luffy put on something warm. However, since you never really expected to run into a winter island, you did not have much to protect yourself from the cold. Before you left the ship, your boyfriend had stopped you before you could join Luffy and Chopper.

"Are you going out with only that?" Zoro points out at your clothing. You tilted your head in response, twirling around in your outfit.

"What's wrong with this?" you asked. Sure a sweatshirt and a skirt with boots will not be enough to fight the cold but it was still day time and the sun was up high. Despite it being a winter island, you didn't feel too cold and believed that what you're wearing now will be more than enough to keep you warm.

"You're gonna get sick. Nami said it might get colder later at night."

"I'll be fine! I'll see you later!" you kissed Zoro on the cheek before following Luffy and Chopper who were already waving you over and pointing at places they want to go to.

That was hours ago. Zoro should've insisted you change your outfit or offer you one of his coats to avoid the current predicament you're in. Just as Nami predicted, it became colder and it was now snowing heavily. You were resting in the infirmary, Chopper was in the kitchen with Sanji preparing something warm for you to eat that will hopefully make you feel better. Zoro takes a seat on the chair next to the bed you were laying on and studies your expression for a while. He pulls the blanket over your shoulders and ruffled your hair. You groaned and whined in response, weakly pushing his hand away from your head.

"Stop messing with my hair, Zoro....." you grumbled.

“Seriously, I told you that you would get sick going out like that." Zoro mutters, his arm reaching out to your face, caressing your face gently.

He found himself sighing when he felt your warm face as you leaned into his touch, melting into the warmth of his hand. His hand then pulled up and was placed against your forehead, making you let out a sigh. Even with the fluffiest blanket, your body was still cold and he was starting to get a bit concerned. You look out a loud sneeze that made Zoro flinch and reach for the box of tissues on the bedside. He helps you wipe your nose and dispose of the tissue while you grimace at how your nose itches. Zoro then reaches to hold your hand, which was still cold. It was an indication that your temperature hasn't returned to normal. 

"Sorry, I must be a bother―"

"Shut up. You're not a bother. I'll go get whatever the shitty cook is making for dinner." he interrupts you abruptly.

You smiled gently at his words and he kisses your forehead before leaving you alone in the room. It didn't take long for Zoro to return with a tray that held two bowls of ramen and two cups of hot tea. Since your hands were still cold and numb, Zoro had to feed you. After scarfing everything down, the two of you put away the dishes into the sink together. It was still a little cold but it was much more bearable now that you've eaten warm food and had a warm, fluffy sweater on.

"Mhm, Sanji always makes the best food!" you commented with a bright smile, watching Zoro put the bowls onto the drying rack.

"Complimenting another man when I'm right here?" Zoro mentioned casually, stopping right in front of you.

"Jealous?" you teased.

"Shut up and go to sleep." Zoro lightly bonks your head.

"Only if you come to bed with me." you stand from the bench and extended a hand out to your lover who sighed.

Zoro grasps your hand gently and you begin to drag him toward the direction of the crow's nest. He watches you with a small grin, finding it cute that you were so excited to be dragging him to bed. Aside from Zoro's workout equipment, there was a mattress and blankets on one side where the two of you slept together. You let go of his hand and immediately dove onto the mattress, letting out a happy sigh. You patted the empty space to signal him to join you. Zoro joins you without a second thought, lying down on his side as you buried into his chest.

"Well, you're awfully clingy tonight." he comments with a smirk.

"I don't see how it's a problem." you giggled.

"Because it's not." he replied, resting his head atop of yours, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing you closer to his body. As you continued relishing in the warmth from his body and the blankets, sleep overcame you. Zoro stayed awake for a while, rubbing your back gently.

"Goodnight, [First Name]." 

Total: 918 words Published: 29.12.2022

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[stray-kaz]

Hold Me Close, Don’t Let Go : a Billy/Four x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Billy has been “Four” for a while now, but you still miss him when he’s gone. This time, it’s too much and you need to be as close to him as humanly possible.

Warning: Adult behaviour. Watch your step.

The rasp of the key in the battered lock pulled you slowly out of an uneasy doze, yellow light reaching down the hall outside of your bedroom. Familiar footsteps made the carpeted floor creak and the heavy sound of a backpack hitting the floor forced your heavy eyes open wider, your heart beginning to drum hard behind your ribs.

By the time the bedroom door opened all the way and the man you couldn’t sleep for worrying about stood framed in the light, you had pushed the covers down and flown to him, knocking into his chest and sending him back a step or two. One arm snagged him round the waist, while the other hand inched down to his left wrist; you sighed in relief as your fingers traced over the familiar worn leather cord, the etched silver coin laced to it as normal.

“Hello” Billy said quietly, having recovered from your greeting. “I missed you, too, baby.”

You felt him under your hands again, for the first time in weeks. He was no dream, he was solid, a little cold from the weather outside but warm underneath it. Leaning into him, your chests pressed firmly together, you felt your heart beating in strange places: at your fingertips, behind your eyes, and most notably, between your legs.

It had been weeks since he had kissed you, held your hand, moved in you through the weeping dark.

You laid siege.

There was no time for softness or tender touches as you kissed him with force, dousing his muffled words of surprise as water douses a candle flame. Desperate hands yanked at the arms of his jacket, the hem of his t-shirt, clawed at his belt buckle. A gasp left your own mouth as your fingers brushed over smooth, hot skin, abdomen twitching under your touch.

Billy tried to calm you, protesting between fierce kisses that all but bruised his mouth.

“Hey...Wait...Babe...I’m covered in blood and I haven’t showered in days...Hold on...Babe...”

He let out a surprised, muffled mmff when you kissed him almost hard enough to draw blood and finally got his arms out of his jacket. Billy was wordless as you tugged his torn and blood streaked t-shirt off over his head, leaving his blond hair tousled and his light eyes wide. You tossed it into the corner of the room before kissing a burning path down his chest and stomach; he stared as you unlaced his boots and heaved them over your shoulder, one after the other.

“Baby, seriously, what is going on?” he asked you, baffled by your onslaught even as he accepted whatever was happening was going to happen. “You’re in pajamas, darlin’, and I’m filthy. I had to - I had to shoot someone yesterday... What are you doin’?”

You still said nothing as you fought with his belt buckle until it hung open and you could drag down his zip, before taking a step back and stripping right in front of him, shimmying out of your plaid pajama pants and kicking your underwear away. Billy’s gaze dragged up from the apex of your thighs to your face just before it disappeared briefly under your pajama top, and then dropped to your newly bared chest.

He softly said your name, but it was as if you were deaf, solely focused on ridding him of his remaining clothes. He stepped out of his cutoffs obediently, still watching your face, concerned by the naked frenzy in your eyes. When you pulled his underwear down his legs, he toed them off, then looked at you again, waiting. In spite of everything, his body had responded to your need and the sight of yours exposed. He would do everything you desired and ask questions later.

He knew you well, loved you well, knew what you liked. But that didn’t in any way prepare him for you shoving him down onto the bed, against the shaky headboard. You were not pushy or dominant in lover situations, but you climbed into his lap, gripped his shoulders with bruising fingers and sank down onto him with no warning.

And then, the moment he could go no further, you slumped against his chest and sobbed, trembling hands rising to tangle in his hair. Billy’s shock subsided as he finally understood, your heat grasping onto him as tightly as your hands had just been. He felt your tears drip onto the skin of his chest and slowly stroked up and down your back, settling his chin on top of your head.

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay” he hushed you, fingertips now drawing quivering patterns over your skin. “I’m alive. I came home to you. Shh, babe, everything’s fine. I’m here. I’m right here with you. See?”

Billy leaned back slightly and tilted your chin down so you could glimpse where your body joined with his, your softness lined up perfectly with his hard.

“I’m here, darlin’. Feel this?” he murmured.

He thrust very gently up and was gratified to hear your quiet, shaking moan and feel your breasts against his chest as you collapsed again. You nudged the slope of his neck with your nose as you pushed away to look shyly at Billy, your face filling with heat as the reality of your actions caught up to you. There was a dark bruise spreading under his left eye and a shallow cut across his collarbone, all marks from the last mission. His lower lip was swollen from your teeth.

“I missed you” you told him, barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry. You weren’t ready for me to jump you like this.”

You tried to get off him, but his fingers pressed into your hips, holding you in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, and brushed a gentle kiss onto your lips. “Now that I’m here, I have no plans to go anywhere else.”

You threaded your fingers more slowly through his hair, palms bumping against the shaved fuzz at the back. Eyelids fluttered closed as Billy kissed you again, slow and careful, as he gently kneaded your hips and moved you over him in tiny circles. He leaned up to graze his lips against your earlobe.

“I’ve never seen you so needy for me before” he murmured, making sure not to overwhelm your already heightened senses. “It’s hot, but are you okay? You had no foreplay, nothing. You’re not in any pain?”

You shifted in his lap, testing your inner muscles for discomfort, and saw his eyes narrow with pleasure.

“No” you mumbled, splaying your hands across the backs of his shoulders. “I just -”

You cut yourself off, biting your lip in silence. Billy raised his eyebrows and lightly danced his fingertips over your inner thighs, tickling you. You squirmed, fighting back a smile.

“You just what?” he demanded, grinning. “Come on, babe, give it up already.”

You sighed.

“Want you” you admitted at last. “I just want you, Billy.”

He leaned in again and buried his face in your neck; you felt his flushed skin against your own as he wrapped his arms around your back, drawing you as close as he could.

“How do you want me, babe?” he muffled in your skin.

You closed your eyes as you felt his teeth drag across the top of your shoulder.

“Everywhere” you admitted.

Billy huffed out a laugh and bit down, eliciting a low moan and a tight twitch of your hips.

“Hold on” he warned, and you gripped him tightly, letting out a slight shriek as he raised you up a little and tipped you onto your back, your legs falling open.

In spite of how hard your muscles were grasping him, the movement had shaken him loose, and when Billy pushed back into you, your eyes rolled and he watched proudly as your jaw went slack, all heat and melting limbs.

“Missed me that bad, huh?” he panted, nosing along your jaw to your ear. “Or did you just miss this?”

He punctuated his last word by throwing his weight behind his hips, slamming so hard and deep your vision swirled black for a split second. He grinned as your breath hitched and you stammered, struggling to speak through the pleasure.

“Billy” you whined, anxious, your hands scrabbling across his back, his shoulders, desperate to gain purchase.

You finally grabbed onto his blond hair again, as he raised his head and met your gaze.

“Yeah?” he groaned. “What is it, babe? Tell me what you want.”

He watched your eyes flare and knew he was gonna be done, knew you were ruining him just as much as he was ruining you. He sat up a bit and glanced to each of his shoulders as your legs hooked over them, sinking him even deeper into you. He set his jaw tight, the blue of his eyes almost all gone.

“Harder, please” you gritted out. “All you’ve got.”

Billy couldn’t suppress the moan that tore out from deep in his chest as he did as he was bidden, each thrust sending you both nearer to oblivion. He wrapped his arms around your legs, moving harder and faster, how he knew you liked it. Sweat dripped into his eyes, but he didn’t take them off you as you shook  and bowed underneath him.

“Good girl” he groaned, watching your eyelids flicker and cheeks flush at his praise. “You can take it.”

Without warning, you brought your legs down and wrapped them around his waist, changing the angle again. Billy bit his bottom lip hard as he fell against you, dragging in and out of you with slow precision.

You pulled on his hair, scraping your fingernails over his scalp as you frantically arched your hips to meet his, a fraught desire to be one with him spilling hot tears over your lashes and vining around him as tightly as you could, thighs aching as they snared his hips and battled his movements.

Then, at long last, Billy’s blunt hips slammed home and he slumped, his chest sticking to yours as you traced your fingertips down and up his spine, finally feeling full and close enough, even as his warm weight smothered you down into the mattress. 

Billy breathed shakily as he eventually lifted his head to look you in the eye, his own still blown wide. He kissed you unsteadily.

“You tryin’ to kill me, woman?” he asked, smiling as you blushed.

“Sorry” you mumbled, turning your head away.

“Don’t you apologise” he chastised, kissing your cheek to tilt your head back to him.

He slowly eased out from between your thighs and sat back, his gaze straying all over you. He reached out a hand to push your damp hair back from your face.

“But I do need a shower” he remarked. “And so do you. Come on.”

Billy helped you off the bed, hiding a faint grin when you stumbled a little on quivering legs and had to lean on him.

He turned on the shower water and eased you under the hot spray, wrapping his arms around you from behind as he stepped in after. After a while, you turned in his hold to look up at him, noticed the faint pink streaks of old blood washing off his skin. There were fresh cuts on his chest and upper arms, fresh and deep enough to eventually become new scars.

He watched you examining him, could almost see your heart become heavy. He pressed a finger beneath your chin to tilt it up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes.

“Oi” he said firmly. “I’m fine. There’s nothing that won’t heal soon, I promise you. I’m okay, baby.”

You sighed and nestled into him, your cheek pressed to his chest, his chin on your head, shower water streaming down on both of you.

“Billy?”

“Yeah?”

“Have I told you lately that I love you a lot?”

He chuckled.

“Yeah, you have, babe. But I’m always happy to hear it again.”

#6 underground #6 underground fanfic #billy #four #6 underground four #billy/four x reader #four/billy x reader #liss writes #billy/four #four/billy x female reader #billy/four x female reader

[thru-the-grapevine]

A Spoonful of Sugar

Pairing: Baker!Yuta x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff and absolute silliness

Word Count: 1717

In hindsight, you should have looked up your alternate route to work before just randomly picking one. But then again, how were you supposed to know that the new route would also have a bakery? Trying to curb your addiction to baked goods was going to be more difficult than expected. 

However, you would not be true to yourself if you didn’t at least have a quick peek at this new discovery. If therapy taught you anything, it was to follow your passions. And this morning, your passion just so happened to be whatever that delightful smell was.

So, you pushed open the glass door and made your way inside the warmth of the shop. Immediately, your senses were delighted with the smells of baking bread and freshly brewed coffee. In front of you stood a small, but packed display counter full of muffins, breads, pastries, and all manner of sweets. 

The menu behind the counter was handwritten a little messily, but still readable as you poured over the coffee and tea options. Oh, this was both a brilliant idea and an absolute mistake. There was no way you weren’t leaving without at least a blueberry muffin and a cappuccino to go. 

“Can I get you anything?” A voice jerked you out of your daydream of how wonderful a muffin sounded right about now. You looked over to the cash register where the most handsome man you’d ever seen was giving you a cheerful smile. 

He was also the last man you’d expect to be working at a cute little bakery had you encountered him on the street. His dyed red hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, revealing his dark brown roots. His ears were covered in earrings, and you spied several tattoos visible where he’d rolled up his sleeves. His clothes were dark and artfully ripped, a striking contrast to the pastel yellow walls around him, and the floral apron he wore. 

Oh, you were staring. Oops. You cleared your throat. “Um, yes! I’d like, uh, a blueberry muffin and…” you trailed off, eyes back on the drink menu. 

“If you like tea, the green tea latte is a personal favorite of mine,” the man said. “And I promise it’s not just because it’s my specialty.” 

Did he just wink at you? He definitely just winked at you. You coughed and mumbled, “Sure, I’ll try that.” 

The man grinned. He packaged your muffin and drink for you, rang you up at the register, and waved as you left the store with a, “Thanks! Please come again!” 

You were in such a daze the rest of your walk to work that you nearly walked right past the office building. Hoping none of your coworkers saw you, you waddled back to the building, flashing your badge at the security officer, saying, “Morning, Steve.” 

He wished you a good morning too, and you joined the throngs of people dressed in their best work clothes waiting for the elevator. Finally remembering you spent money, you took a sip of the green tea latte and had to stop yourself from exclaiming out loud. It was good! Normally, this type of drink wouldn’t be up your alley, but this one was delightful. You couldn’t wait to try the muffin. 

Once at your desk, you unwrapped the muffin and sighed happily as you breathed in the sweet smell. It only took one bite for you to decide you would definitely be going back to this bakery. The muffin was incredible, and somehow paired perfectly with the green tea latte. Maybe Mondays weren’t so terrible after all. 

The next morning dawned cold and rainy. The perfect morning for a piping hot coffee and a warm pastry, you mused. Naturally, despite the horrid weather, you found yourself walking to the bakery once again. 

And once again, you were greeted with the cheerful smile of the handsome worker, his hair once again pulled back in a messy ponytail. You couldn’t help smiling back with a shy wave. 

“Same thing as yesterday?” he asked, leaning on the counter. 

You shook your head. “I want to try something new. But thank you for the tea recommendation yesterday. You were right, it was amazing!” 

The man beamed. “You won’t find a better one anywhere! They’re a Yuta exclusive,” he said with a wink. 

You turned your head away just in case you were blushing. Couldn’t have him seeing that. But still, you were pleased. He told you his name. Yuta. 

All throughout your meetings, your mind drifted to Yuta. Even long after you’d finished your coffee and strawberry pastry, you heard his voice in the back of your mind. 

This worried you. After all, you had a career to focus on! Drifting away to thoughts of some pretty man who happened to know how to bake during important meetings was not like you in the slightest. You prided yourself on your impeccable work ethic, always striving for perfection, sometimes to the point of near exhaustion. But thanks to you, your department flourished. And for your efforts, the bonuses came frequently. You couldn’t complain. 

And yet, there you were, drifting into Yuta’s bakery every single morning. And every single morning he greeted you with a bright smile. When the weather was terrible, he made your warm drink as quickly as he could.

“You need to warm up your hands!” he would always exclaim. You didn’t mind. You had to admit, the attention was nice. 

Even when there were other customers in line, Yuta would have your green tea latte ready to go before you could decide on your morning treat. And every time you asked, Yuta had a recommendation. 

You weren’t sure if it was a coincidence, but you noticed some of your favorites becoming more regular in the display as well. No, surely this was a coincidence. They were probably some of his best sellers, so it made sense he’d make them more frequently. 

As the holidays approached, and the weather grew colder and grayer, you were grateful for the cheerful bakery and its warm goodies. Some mornings, you could barely get out of bed. Only the thought of a hot drink and a sweet treat could get you going. And maybe the thought of seeing Yuta helped a little. Maybe. 

You couldn’t help your attraction to him. He always seemed so at ease, so comfortable in the world, as if he could ride any wave life threw his way. 

You felt like his opposite: always dressed in professional clothing. It was a little stiff, but you believed in making the best first impression with your clients. And your world required deadlines and perfect reports. Yuta’s world was sugar and cinnamon, colors and laughter. Yours was spreadsheets and formalities. 

No, your silly little crush was just that: a silly little crush. Yuta was merely a polite worker, intent on making a profit with his business. You weren’t even sure he knew your name. 

One particularly frosty morning, Yuta decided to prove you very wrong. 

Your visit to the bakery started like any other. You ordered your drink and pastry (the cinnamon rolls smelled delectable). Yuta was cheerful as always. 

But as you went to check out, Yuta stopped you before you could pull out your card. “Today is on me,” he said. 

You took a moment to register his words, your attention focused on his hand covering yours. Was it warm in here? “Huh?” you looked up at him. 

Yuta smiled. “Today is on me. And… well…” You had never once seen Yuta hesitate. The man was always coming up with something to say, exuding confidence. But now he was almost unsure, looking away from you and fiddling with the hem of his apron. “I wanted to ask you… if you’d like to, well, I wanna take you on a date.” 

A date. 

A date. A date. A date?!

“I don’t have a whole lot of money, but I was wondering if you’d like to come over and, well, help me taste test? I have some ideas for the bakery, and you always seem so enthusiastic?” 

You stared at him. He wanted to bake for you. For you?? Feeling your heart speed up, you realized you hadn’t said anything. Poor Yuta was looking at you nervously, hopefully. 

You opened your mouth to respond when the front door slammed open. You jumped, turning instinctively to see a man in a mask, holding a knife as he stalked toward you and the register. 

Before you could react, he grabbed your arm, shoving the knife at you threateningly. “Gimme all your money, or she gets hurt,” he snarled at Yuta. 

Yuta’s eyes were wide, but he held his hands up. “Okay, okay, hang on,” he said carefully, moving to the register. 

Remembering him telling you he didn’t have much money, rage filled you. So you did what any sensible woman would do. You grabbed the man’s arm, placed your foot against his, and flipped him over. He cried out in surprise as you took the knife from him and stood on his chest with your full weight. “Don’t move,” you said coldly. 

You looked up at Yuta who was staring at you, mouth wide open. “How-” he started.

“Yes, I know martial arts. I have a stressful job. I had to unwind somehow,” you said defensively, a little embarrassed that you did all of that in your pencil skirt. 

Yuta’s open mouth formed into the widest grin you’d seen him do yet. “I would very much like to kiss you now,” he said dreamily.

You flushed. “That’s very sweet of you. Perhaps you should call the police first,” you gestured to the man groaning in pain beneath your feet. You were sure your heels could not be comfortable. Oh well. 

“Oh yeah,” Yuta said, turning to the phone. “But like, seriously, will you go on a date with me?” he asked before punching in the numbers. 

You hid your face behind your hands. “Yes, of course I’ll go on a date with you! Please, this is so embarrassing,” you mumbled. 

Yuta’s twinkling laugh would echo in your ears throughout your entire work day as you watched the clock, begging for it to move faster. After all, you had a date.

#yuta x reader #nakamoto yuta #nakamoto yuta x reader #yuta x you #nct yuta #nct yuta x reader #nct yuta x you #nct one shot #yuta one shot #yuta fluff #nakamoto yuta fluff #nct fluff #admin rae #rae writes #rae's fluff #dont talk to me about this man #he is too much for my tiny brain #also i would like him to bake me sweets

[toutallyahoe]

cold ,, swtcw

requested by: –

pairing(s): cody x male reader

word count: 1190

warnings: cursing (kriff), hints of [name] being a slut, inaccuracy of the star wars franchise (?)

a/n: if you think my only knowledge of star wars are in tcw series (im legit in s1e8 lol), through memes, and people tearing down the sequels in yt is going to stop me from writing for these bitches then... clearly you dont me at all

i only know cody in the s1e5 “rookies” and i already love him *sobs*

but anyways, dont be surprised if im horny over these fuckers. you know how i am lol

Cody let out a breath as he rubs his hands together in a pathetic attempt to warm himself. It was rather useless as no matter what he or anyone would do, it is freezing cold. Even in wearing an armor that was equipped with an enhanced heating system built in it that specializes to combat a cold and harsher climate like this one, it still was cold.

By the Maker, what he would do for a cup of hot caf (coffee) right now... or just be out of this godforsaken planet really— but, for some reason, Jedi Master Obi-wan Kenobi and Jedi Knight [Name] [Last name] were sent to scope the planet that almost had a similar terrain like the planet Orto Plutonia for something.

Why did the council even send people to a cold planet again, when the last one ended up as a bust as there were no signs of life? Cody does not know. All he knows was that the council still urges the two Jedis' to go and see if there is something to be done with the planet. And so, they brought their squad with them. Cody doesn't know if he would have preferred for him to be assigned to work with the 501st Legion at the moment or not.

Don't get Cody wrong, accompanying the Nova squad was a joy since the Nova squad wasn't as... headache-inducing to work with unlike the 501st and Cody got along with the Nova squad captain, Sixer, well enough— not to say he doesn't get along with Rex. But Sixer wasn't as... reckless as the captain of the 501st. The Nova squad was a group that could get the job done and was under General [Name].

And that was fine... for the most part.

"Commander," Cody immediately straightened his form as he saluted at the man he was happening to think.

"General," Cody greeted as he saw [Name] wave off his salute. The clone couldn't help but look at the Jedi's clothes, or for a better word, lack thereof.

"Sir, aren't you cold?" Cody couldn't help but asked as he eyed [Name] who, unlike everyone else, wasn't bundled up in clothes that were appropriate for the weather. Kriff, even General Obi-wan Kenobi was dressed up because of how cold it was! And [Name] was right here, just casually wearing his normal Jedi robes. It both made Cody worried and envious.

A deep chuckle left [Name]'s lips at that. "Cold? Not at all," [Name] said with a smile, rather amused the Jedi was like the clone commander shouldn't have asked that question. "Why? Are you cold, commander?" Cody did not miss the mischievous tone of the man. Frowning underneath his helmet, Cody sighed.

"Not everyone is blessed with genes to combat intense weather like this, sir," Cody said as he rubbed his hands again as a way to comfort and warm himself. Again, it was a futile attempt. Oh to be blessed with Zabrak-like resistance to the harsh climate and rough terrain. Cody was rather envious of [Name] right now.

"Do you need something, sir?" Cody asked, immediately trying to distract [Name] from whatever Jedi was going to say upon realizing something. Cody saw [Name]'s smile grow bigger, seeming to notice his envy, and Cody was reminded that [Name] was a Jedi... the man most definitely felt his emotions through the Force... kriff...

"Ah, nothing really," [Name] says, already knowing what the clone was doing and he seemed to feel some small mercy to not bring it up. [Name] looked at Cody and the clone commander felt a shiver down his spine. Cody was sure it wasn't from the cold weather. "Just wanted to say you look rather adorable in your snowsuit," [Name] complimented. His words would have been fine if he didn't continue. "Although you are far more adorable without it," [Name] teased as the clone froze on his spot.

Cody was rather thankful he had his helmet on as he can feel his face heat up from such a comment. Cody knew that comment was far from innocent, not from the gaze the Jedi was sent toward him. After a second of gathering his composure, it was only the that the clone commander felt a sudden horror upon the realization of what [Name] was implying and that they weren't the only ones there. Letting out a cough to gather himself, Cody looks around to make sure no one would have heard [Name]'s words as he then looked back at the Jedi and glared although it wouldn't be noticed with his helmet.

"Sir, that was highly inappropriate," Cody said as the clone can see [Name]'s amused smile at his words. "And might I remind you that General Kenobi is here?" He hissed. Cody hopes Obi-wan wasn't close by to feel in the Force... or something on whatever kriff these Jedi's had to know whatever was going on with him and [Name] because it would be both their heads if so. Cody can already feel the headache creeping in on just that thought.

"Master Kenobi left."

"... what?" Cody said dumbly as he stared at [Name] who looked amused by his genuine confusion. Since when did Obi-wan leave? And did that man seriously just leave them here on this ice of a planet??? Was that why he had heard the sound of a ship taking off earlier???

"He got called to assist Skywalker and left not too long ago, commander," [Name] had chuckled as he explained. "Did you not hear him call out to you? Master Kenobi said about you being in charge when my squad and I plan to go out to see whatever is out here later."

"My, it seems like the cold is getting to you, commander," he teased as [Name] watched Cody be embarrassed at his words as well as just not paying attention around him. He can easily sense the clone commander's embarrassment in his force signature, and it was honestly adorable. If only he can see the clone's face without that helmet.

Turning his heel, [Name] decided to go back to the tent that was set for him to occupy. "Going to rest for a bit before me and my squad goes out," [Name] said as he left. Although he paused his steps for a second to turn his head and smile at the clone commander. "I might have an idea how to warm you up though. You know where to find me, Cody."

Cody couldn't help but shudder at the Jedi calling him by name. Even after the times he gets called by his chosen name, Cody isn't used to it when it comes to [Name] calling him. Maybe it was because of how that man had said it that made the clone commander feel something indescribable every single time. It also helps [Name] call him by name most often when they are... alone...

"Ah kriff," Cody cursed as he looked in the direction where [Name]'s tent was. "Might take you on that offer, sir," Cody whispered to himself with a sigh.

#the clones makes the brain go brrr #male reader #x male reader #star wars x male reader

[hydropyro]

The Fiddler Went Down to Faerûn

Chapter 1: Johnny's Arrival

Chapter Text

"Four, three, two, one—" Johnny opened his eyes, expecting to see the near-empty side parking lot of the local grocery mart, but instead of cracked tarmac and gravel, his boots tapped on cobbled stones as he took a shocked few steps back.

"Ma'am?" He called out, searching around himself. Behind, he saw a gruff-looking man, who quickly averted his eyes and continued on his way down a separate, cobbled path. The 'voodoo' woman was nowhere to be seen.

Johnny figured it was early morning or late afternoon, telling by the angle of the sun. He readjusted his instrument case on his shoulder and started toward the sound of a crowd.

Tall grass blocked his view for a good hundred yards before Johnny stepped out of the brush and could look down on a bustling little town. He gave a low whistle. That lady hadn't been lying. He'd been sure she was taking him for a ride, but whatever she'd done had worked. He just hoped it was worth the money he'd given her for her 'spell'.

Johnny continued down the cobble path. He'd seen paths like that in movies, like them old French ones his Nana liked. Looking at the buildings as he drew near, he supposed it was possible he was somewhere in Europe. He'd never been outside of the States before, not even to Mexico. Really, other than a short trip a little ways into Florida, he'd never left Georgia. Never'd needed to.

Europe was nice -- if a little smelly. Johnny wrinkled his nose. He'd mucked out plenty 'a barns, but something about the smell struck him as a little more 'outhousey' than 'barny'. It wasn't unbearable, though he worried for a moment as to whether Europe had flushing toilets. It was nearly the 80's, so he figured they'd have to by now. And it wasn’t that he had a problem using an outhouse – his Nana and Papa had one out at their cabin. He’d also been out camping and fishing enough times to be familiar with doing his business as God intended out in nature – but in a city he didn’t figure that was a good idea.

As he walked, now in the midst of the odd little houses and stacked buildings, people were looking at him quite odd. He waved at a few, but they rarely returned the gesture, instead looking almost offended.

Johnny pulled his ballcap down tighter and lowered his eyes. Europeans were a bit different. Not only their behavior, but he could hear a whole slew of conversations happening around him and hardly understood a word of any of it. They also looked odd, which he really hadn’t expected. He just figured they’d look more or less like Americans.

Most were pretty regular, other than their clothes that made them look like they’d stepped right out the pages of a Charles Dickens’ story, but some were tall with pointed ears, and others were half the size of a normal person despite their otherwise looking and sounding like adults.

Maybe the Hapsburgs weren’t as unique a case as he’d been led to believe—

His mother’d taught him that if it weren’t something that could be fixed in fifteen minutes, and wasn’t hurtin’ nobody nohow, to keep his trap shut, and so that’s what Johnny did. He continued to offer kind smiles if anyone met his gaze but didn’t go out of his way especially to engage with anyone.

The weather was nice. Warm, but not too hot, and the air was drier than he was used to. Even as he stepped out onto a boardwalk, lined on either side with buildings despite being suspended over some body of water, it wasn’t too humid.

He figured he must be in England. He’d seen an old illustration of London Bridge in school. It, too, had homes and shops spanning it on either side. And, the accents were right, as far as his unaccustomed ears could tell. That would also explain the few people he’d seen dressed up like hulking lizards – this must have been some kind of cultural festival, like a ‘Ren Faire’

That would be exciting. Though he was on a bit of a mission, it was self-imposed, so he could take the time to catch a jousting tournament if he could or see some soldiers in a reenactment. He’d seen a few Civil War reenactments – but knights were definitely cooler.

Johnny sauntered up to a friendly-looking man that had been trying to sell fresh produce, it seemed, to passers-by, speaking English. “Howdy – erm – mate,” he tipped the bill of his hat some. He’d never ‘a thought of a man as ‘beautiful’ before, but there wasn’t much different a way to describe him – other than his Hapsburg ears, which Johnny did his best not to stare at.

“Hello, my fine—” the beautiful man turned his attention to Johnny, and his friendly smile became a slight frown. “—ly dressed fellow.” He reached out with a hand and gingerly pinched a wrinkle in Johnny’s t-shirt, his too-wide eyes even wider now with surprise.

Johnny took a step back, laughing politely to try and mask his discomfort at the stranger’s grabbing and clear sarcasm at his appearance. “Yea, sorry about that. I was just buckin’ some bales before I ran into town, and my truck’s still a bit dusty from – well – I haven’t had a chance to wash up yet.

“I didn’t know this’d be a whole thing.” He looked around at the other people bustling about the narrow street.

“You are – an interesting character,” the Englishman said. “I’m sure I haven’t seen you before?”

“No, sir,” Johnny took the man’s still somewhat extended hand and gave him a firm shake. “M’name’s Johnny. I’m from Georgia, USA.

“I was actually hopin’ you’d know of somewhere I could grab a bite? Maybe a Coke?”

The Englishman said nothing and maybe even looked a little offended.

Johnny chuckled again to try and keep the mood light. “Sorry, I don’t know the local ‘lingo’. Is there somewhere I can buy some dinner? It’s gettin’ kinda late, so maybe a hotel?”

“Food and drink?” He pointed over Johnny’s shoulder. “There, and a bed, too – if that’s what you were asking.”

“Thank you kindly, sir.” Johnny tapped his fingers to the bill of his hat again and turned, crossing the narrow street. A wooden sign hung out front of the wooden, shiplap building, but he couldn’t read the squiggly text. He was pretty sure that American English and – well – English English used the same alphabet – but maybe not.

The interior was quite dark and it took a moment for Johnny’s eyes to adjust. There were a few people around, sitting at tables or standing near one another in quiet conversation. A woman stood nearby behind a counter with hair that could have made even Dolly jealous.

“I’m guessin’ this here’s a ‘pub’?” Johnny put an arm on the counter and gave the woman a polite smile.

“A weary traveler, busted and bruised. You come for sustenance. No – decadence.”

“I don’t know much about decadence, ma’am. I was just hopin’ for a Coke – Pepsi’d be alright. An’ I’m not sure what folks here tend to eat, but a sandwich’d be good, if you’ve got one.”

Her eyes filled with the same sort of confusion as the beautiful man’s had, and Johnny was at a loss.

#baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #raphael #raphael bg3 #fanfiction #fanfic #Raphael is in my head again and it’s getting weird #Charlie Daniels Band #Yea #I did it

[lazarettta]

We'll Be Sick Together

Summary: Bianca is sick and Sasha takes care of her.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: fluff

“Babe!” Sasha called the moment she entered the apartment that she shared with her wife while they were in Orlando, Florida for the time being for work during the pandemic. She tossed aside her mask for washing later and went further into their apartment. It was nearly seven in the morning, and Sasha knew how much of an early riser her wife was so the absent smell of coffee and eggs from the kitchen was immediately missed. “Babe?”

Sasha kicked off her running shoes by the front door and carefully placed them on the shoe rack that Bianca insisted that they have. Though Sasha was always careful that they didn’t decorate the apartment too much because it was temporary and they had a whole house elsewhere. 

Sasha walked into the kitchen, parched after her morning run—she normally ran during the evening time when she wasn’t working. But Florida weather proved that the ass crack of dawn was the better option, and dragging herself out of her comfortable bed and out of the arms of her very warm wife was difficult. The kitchen was empty and there was no evidence that Bianca had gotten up at all since she left. 

Sasha grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and left the kitchen to go to their bedroom, a little surprised to find the giant lump still in the middle of the bed right where she left her. 

Deciding to just let her lover sleep in, Sasha gathered some clothes that she wanted to wear for the day and went into the bathroom to take a shower and whatever else she deemed necessary to hog the bathroom, including all of the hot water. 

45 minutes later…

Sasha stepped out of the bathroom feeling like a new woman but that good feeling turned into a slight frown when she saw that Bianca barely moved out of her spot in the bed. Sasha would’ve panicked had she not been able to hear the gentle snores coming from her wife. The same woman who swore that she never snored a day in her life. 

Sasha walked around their queen sized bed and sat on the edge, gently pulling back the comforter and sheet so she could get a better look at Bianca. Almost immediately Sasha was on high alert—Bianca was still asleep but she looked far from peaceful. She was frowning in her sleep, no doubt grinding her teeth (a nasty habit they were still trying to break) and she was sweating, damn near soaking the sheets through to the mattress. 

“Oh baby,” Sasha sighed, placing a gentle hand on Bianca’s cheek and Sasha winced at how hot Bianca was running. “Shit.”

Sasha got up and left the room, quickly going back into the kitchen to find the thermometer that she had purchased on a whim one day. She found it still in its package and she nearly cut her damn finger off trying to open the package with a knife. There were a million things going through Sasha’s mind right now, though the biggest one was that her wife more than likely has the virus and by association she did as well. 

Sasha would have to call work later but right now her top priority was suffering in their bedroom. Sasha placed the thermometer on the counter and began shuffling around the kitchen with a one track mind. She didn’t think Bianca would be up for much eating but she made toast and oatmeal, and whatever Bianca didn’t finish she would.

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Bianca was hot and she kicked the sheets and covers off of her overheated body. She was only wearing her boy shorts and a tank top but her tank top was soaked through. Bianca knew she was probably gross and that should get up to shower before her wife came home. But her muscles were too achy and she was feeling more than a little dizzy to actually move properly. 

Bianca was drifting in and out of a fitful sleep, unable to really tell reality from her dream world, but Bianca’s eyes flew open when she felt a cool hand on her neck and saw her wife sitting next to her, looking down at her with concern. 

Bianca groaned, just opening her eyes she felt exhausted, “Sasha, you’re gonna get sick, go away,”

Sasha shook her head, frowning softly as she took the thermometer away, “Don’t worry about me baby, you’re burning up.” 

Bianca was too tired to respond and to kick to the blankets back off when she felt Sasha fixing them back over her legs. “Sash, I’m hot .”

“I know,” Sasha whispered, combing her fingers through Bianca’s dark hair—watching as she slowly reopened her eyes, “You think you can eat a little toast?”

Bianca swallowed roughly and nodded, “Work?”

“Don’t worry about anything,” Sasha responded as she leaned over to get the toast and oatmeal she made, “I’ll take care of it, baby. Just try and eat with me, okay?”

“Rather eat you.”

“You did, two nights ago,” Sasha replied smoothly as she stirred the oatmeal, helping it cool down, “And you did a wonderful job.”

The way Sasha answered so casually with a hint of sarcasm in only a way that she could brought a tiny smile to Bianca’s face. From the corner of her eye, Sasha saw it and mentally patted herself on the back. “Do you think you can sit up, B?”

Bianca opened her eyes again to see that Sasha was looking at her with a small smile and nodded. Though it was harder than she thought it would be in her current state, thankfully Sasha was there to help her. And soon enough Bianca was resting against the pillows and being spoon fed the best oatmeal she’s ever tasted—she could’ve just been starving to death as well. 

Sasha sat the near empty bowl aside and gave her a wife a quick once over when she saw Bianca rubbing her stomach beneath her tank, “Do you feel like throwing up, B?”

Bianca shook her head and slowly laid back down on her side with her back to her wife, it was the most comfortable position she could be in. Sasha kissed the back on Bianca’s shoulder and left the room to clean up the mess.

Bianca was drifting right back into a fitful sleep before she was startled awake yet again when she felt weight settling in the bed behind her and a familiar arm wrapped around her. There was a time where Bianca would’ve made a joke about Sasha trying to be the bigger spoon but now she was just trying to pull away.

“Sasha no,” Bianca groaned tiredly, “Don’t wanna get you sick! And you have to work tomorrow!”

Sasha rolled her eyes lovingly not bothering to point out that she more than likely already has whatever her wife did. And that while more concerned than she was upset, Stephanie scheduled them both a doctors appointment and put them on leave immediately. 

Though instead, Sasha just tightened her hold on her wife and snuggled closer, and shushed her, “Don’t worry about me, honey, I’m fine. Try to go to sleep, okay? Relax, let me hold you.”

Sasha moved to make sure that the cover was nowhere near her wife since it seemed to do nothing but agitate her, and just used the sheets and her own body to keep Bianca comfortable. It seemed to work because her wife stopped protesting and soon settled into a deep sleep. 

Sasha continued to rub Bianca’s arm as she laid behind her, slightly propped up—contemplating how she was going to get her sick and stubborn wife to the doctors for testing. But for now, Sasha was just content on taking care of her and making her feel better.

FIN

#wwe superstars #wwe imagines #wwedivas #bianca belair #sasha banks #sasha banks x bianca belair

[kansaisdragon]

𝙾𝙱𝚂𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE. An amalgamation of cigarette smoke, aftershave, cologne, and as a takoyaki chef, there’s inevitably the smells of the ingredients he works with that will linger; while the former is inevitable, sensitive to scents himself he does make an effort to cover it up to the best of his ability. This is one I elaborated on more in this post here, conveniently enough.

HOW THEY SLEEP. SLEEPING POSITION. SCHEDULE. ETC… Being simultaneously an early-riser and night-owl with an abundance of energy to burn, he doesn’t actually sleep much, and when he does the position can range from fully sprawled-out to curled up. When he does sleep he tends to be on the heavier side as a sleeper, and he has a tendency to move a lot in his sleep, as if he can’t keep still even when he’s completely unconscious.

WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY. Surprisingly, he mentions attending karaoke on his own just to stay up to date with whatever’s popular at the time. When it comes to his own tastes, however, there’s he borders somewhere between rock and  .  .  .  Well, country fan Ryuji is too much of an inside joke with friends not to include.

HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND GETTING READY EACH MORNING. He isn’t one to stick to a strict routine outside of maintaining general hygiene. The longest he’ll take in the shower is when it comes to looking after his hair, as, given he’s been bleaching it for as long as he can remember, religiously at that ( enough to keep his roots from ever showing if he can feasibly help it ), it requires a lot of treatments just to keep from being completely damaged. Outside of basic hair care, he showers, shaves ( another thing he’s meticulous about, as, he doesn’t like his stubble showing through ), and beyond that, it’s just a matter of getting dressed. 

FAVOURITE THING TO COLLECT. He isn’t one for clutter or keeping unnecessary material possessions as a whole, but one thing he does note canonically is that he owns a collection of swords ⸺ katanas, to be specific.

LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED. Right-handed.

FAVOURITE SPORT(S). I feel like “baseball” is the easy out to this given its popularity in Japan as well as Ryuji, again, canonically mentioning being a fan of Shinada’s in RGGO to the extent of chasing the poor guy down for an autograph despite being told “NO” ( nevermind Shinada being a one-hit wonder ). Athletically-inclined as he’s been his entire life, there was never a particular sport he’d indulge in besides baseball, given how little his peers would interact with him if it could be helped, and even then that was limited to solo sessions at the batting cages. It’s the one sport he followed through his younger years, and he damn well was on the edge of his seat during the Nagoya Wyvern’s game versus the Tokyo Gigants back in 1997.

FAVOURITE TOURISTY THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELLING. As seen per RGGO’s The Golden Dragon’s Wanderings, the primary thing he will focus on whenever acting as a tourist ( even if, in this case, he and Han weren’t necessarily meant to be tourists ), is to try the local specialties. Food is something he enjoys immensely, so it tends to be his go-to when it comes to visiting anywhere new.

FAVOURITE KIND OF WEATHER. Hot weather; not too hot, but anything on the warmer side where the sun is out and there’s not a cloud in the sky. Which, quite frankly, is ironic given he tends to run hot as is, but for him, nothing beats the feeling of the sun’s rays beaming down on and warming his skin. That, and for all his love for his unnecessarily gaudy jackets, he does enjoy being able to go out without/wearing lighter clothes without running the risk of getting cold.

WEIRD / OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE. Although “death” is very much a normal, conventional fear to have, it’s less the prospect of death itself that scares him and more the notion of dying too soon to something mundane. If he dies, he wants it to be a grand ordeal. He wants to go out as he lived, fighting to the very end. The thought of being bedridden in his final moments makes him genuinely uncomfortable; which, in his survival AU, makes the period of his recovery after losing his arm and nearly his life a living hell to him.

THE CARNIVAL / ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL. Anything that relies on brute strength is the easy answer, but in regards to something less expected ( AKA making this one up on the spot ): he’s surprisingly good when it comes to Virtua Fighter and Super Hang-On, Although the latter does come from extensive practice back in his youth, it’s by sheer dumb luck that he’d became as good at Virtua Fighter as he is.

Tagged by: @sixthxchairman  Tagging: You!

#》✱ ⸺ ( OOC .ᐟ ) #》✱ ⸺ ( ABOUT .ᐟ ) #》✱ ⸺ ( DASH GAMES .ᐟ ) #i think my problem is I can't come up with hcs on my own #and they all stem from the tiniest random tidbits canon provides outside main story

[earlgreydream]

doubts.

| loki x reader | fluff |

anon requested. loki kinda degraded sub!reader and she scrunches up all tiny and sobs afterwards because she thought he meant what he said

cw: slightly smutty, slightly angsty

You begged Loki to let you come, fighting against the magical restraints your dom had placed around your wrists and ankles. 

“Oh, you want to come so bad you’re crying? You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?” Loki sneered, the words sending arousal pooling deep in your belly, even though you fought against it. Your body jolted at the slap administered to your inner thigh, a pained cry escaping your lips. 

You’d been acting up and testing Loki’s patience, which is what earned you this punishment, your pleasure being dangled in front of you, just out of reach. You’d broken his rules, and he’d had enough of your attitude. 

“Come now before I change my mind,” Loki’s tone was dangerous, and the pressure inside of you shattered. He followed your lead, finishing inside of you before he pulled out and made the restraints vanish. 

As the pleasure wore off, his words echoing in your mind, You desperate, pathetic whore. You’re so fucking filthy, have you no shame?

Loki stood off of the bed, going to run you a hot shower. As soon as he’d stepped away, a sob tore through your chest, your shoulders heaving as you cried. You curled up in a ball, feeling small and alone on his massive bed. 

Loki heard you crying, and he felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. He abandoned the shower and ran to your side, kneeling down on the bed. You looked so tiny and fragile, folding in on yourself. His chest ached when he heard your soft sounds and saw the way your hands trembled as you tugged at your hair, trying to self-soothe. He reached out to pull your hands away, wanting to keep you from anxiously tearing the hair from your sensitive head.

“My darling-” his voice cracked when you jerked away from him. You hiccuped on your broken sobs as they wrecked you, emotion flooding every last thought and turning you into a mess. 

Loki’s magic sparked around you, cleaning you up and leaving you both in loose clothing. The green shimmer surrounded you, Loki’s fruitless attempt to touch you without frightening you. It was warm, and seemed to buzz with its own life, but didn’t make you feel any better. 

“My darling, have I hurt you? Tell me whatever is wrong so that I may fix it,” Loki begged, wanting nothing more than to pull you into his arms. 

“Don’t touch me, please,” you tried to catch your breath, wanting to get your keys and leave. 

He sank back, giving you space. His eyes were concerned and sad, and he fought against the urge to pierce into your mind, ripping the truth from you. The door vanished from the wall as you tried to run out, and you whipped around to face the god, who was kneeling on the bed and looking wounded. There was no exit, Loki keeping you contained to the bedroom until your devastation was resolved. 

“Y/N, I won’t let you leave when you’re so upset. You cannot drive safely. If you wish, I can take you anywhere you want to go,” Loki fretted, and though you knew he was right, you only grew more and more upset. 

“Come to me, darling,” Loki opened his arms, the authority in his voice making you comply. You knew this was a fight you couldn’t win. You’d end up in Loki’s arms confessing your pain whether by his will, or your own.

Your sobs broke his heart, and he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down into his lap. He held you firmly, and eventually your struggling subsided as you let yourself weep against his chest. 

“Please don’t make me pry the truth out of you,” Loki begged softly into your hair. He didn’t want to add to your pain, he only wanted to fix it. He was very aware that sifting through your mind to take your private thoughts was something that made you feel extremely violated. He wanted you to tell him on your own, but he wouldn’t let you keep such heartbreaking secrets from him. 

“Y-you... did you mean what you said about me? That I was pathetic, and d-desperate and a whore?” You sobbed out, stammering over your words.

“Oh, oh my goodness. My darling, I am so sorry. I never meant any of that. I thought you understood I just said it in the scene... please my love, I adore you more than all of the stars. Never think you are not the most perfect, beautiful, eloquent, and lovely person in my eyes. I love you, I will never say such horrible things again.” Tears flowed freely down Loki’s face. You were startled, unused to seeing raw emotion from him, especially not guilt. It hadn’t occurred to you that the words Loki had spoken were just part of the scene, part of the sex you were having. He wasn’t typically fond of degradation, but he was experimenting in the moment, never expecting it to be received as genuine. 

There was no room for doubt in his words. He meant his love then, and he would spend the rest of his life proving his love to you.

His strong arms cradled you against his body, trying to hold you together.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry,” he breathed apologies like a repetitive prayer.

You listened to his heartbeat, letting the rhythm slow your racing mind. Your sobs eventually subsided, calmed by the steady circles of his hand on your back.

“I forgive you,” your lips moved against the underside of his jaw.

“Please always stop me, tell me then, if anything at all makes you feel even the slightest bit unsafe. I never want you to feel this way again, certainly not at my fault,” Loki begged, and you nodded before burying your face back in him.

“Do you still love me?”

“I love you the most,” you promised.

Loki talked you into staying the night, doting on you to the point you were almost smothered. His magic conjured everything you wanted, even in the back of your thoughts.

“Do you want to go get some?” He asked, and you turned, tilting your head in confusion.

“To Paris. For the macarons.”

“You’re reading my thoughts,” you sighed softly, but a smile graced your expression as you kissed him.

“No, I’m sleepy. Maybe tomorrow?” You asked, and he nodded, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you back to bed.

You situated yourself in his arms, your back against his chest. His larger frame shielded you, wrapping you in safety and warmth. You slept soundly with him, the pain and uncertainty from the afternoon long gone and replaced by his love.

The smell of coffee rose you out of your sleep. Your eyes took a few moments to adjust to the soft light spilling in through the windows, and you sat up, suddenly realizing you weren’t in Loki’s bedroom at his apartment, where you’d fallen asleep.

“Loki?!” You called, and he leaned in the doorway.

“Good morning. I didn’t mean to frighten you. We took a short trip in your sleep. We’re at my Paris flat.”

You smiled, stretching your arms above your head as you yawned. Loki put a coffee in your hands, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“If I cry will you spoil me more often?” You teased lightly, and he shot you his signature dom look of warning, making you shudder.

“It breaks my heart to see you cry, my darling,” Loki’s tone was apologetic, guilt still left over from the day before. You squeezed his arm as you sipped your coffee.

“I’m okay,” you swore, earning another kiss from your lover.

“Mm. Finish that up and we’ll go to the patisserie down the street.”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled, happy you were cheered up and back to normal. He moved his fingers and a pretty sundress appeared hanging on the back of the washroom door for you, delicate white flats placed below.

“Dressing me up like your little doll?”

“Careful, or I will dress you, after I get that attitude in line.”

“I love the dress. And I can put it on by myself,” you apologized, pecking his lips before walking to the bathroom.

You returned in the sundress, a white beret adorning your head along with it. You relished in the bright smile Loki rewarded you with. In a shimmer of green, he was dressed in pastels that matched your own. You loved to see him in casual clothes instead of the Asgardian armor he frequently wore, and he indulged you for this small Parisian vacation. 

“You look stunning, my darling.”

Giggles erupted from your lips, making Loki’s heart soften. He dipped his head down to kiss you, making your nose scrunch up in the cutest way that he loved. His long, slender fingers folded with yours, holding your hand as the two of you made your way out of the flat and onto the bustling street. You were thankful for the sunny weather, greatly improving your mood from the rough night in New York’s rain. 

“Feeling better?”

“Much,” you nodded.

“Let’s get some crepes. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, Loki.”

The young god pecked your lips before pushing you inside of a patisserie. 

“Salut,” the girl working called to the two of you as the bell clinged on the door.

“Darling, what would you like? We can take some macarons to go,” Loki asked, pointing to the pastries behind the glass.

You chose a few, and Loki rattled off your order in French to the shopkeeper, taking the bag from her and moving you to sit at a table in the corner for your crepes. 

“Can we stay in Paris for a couple of days? Just us, not any of the distractions from New York,” you asked, leaning your head against his shoulder and accepting the bite he fed you. 

“Most certainly.” He kissed the sugar off of your lips before the two of you left for a park with your snacks for later. Loki held your hand as you walked along a low stone wall beside him, your eyes level with the extra height. 

“Y/N, you must know that you are so, so terribly loved.”

You turned and snaked your arms around his neck, looking deep into his crystal blue eyes.

“I do not doubt your love, Loki.”

#earl grey loki #loki fanfic #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader smut #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #marvel #avengers #loki smut #loki fluff #dom!loki #soft!loki #female reader

[girls4keigo]

A Bird Whisperer’s Guide to Fighting Villains and Falling in Love | Hawks x Hero!Reader

Summary: Hawks needs help to defeat an upcoming hero attack in Tokyo. What better hero to ask than the one he’s been crushing on for months

Warnings: F!Reader, Hero!Reader, Fluff, Cursing

Reader plays hard to get. Reader has a nature quirk and can control natural elements and talk to animals. Reader is a popular hero

a/n: hi! this is my first post i hope you all enjoy! :)

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You sighed, trying to keep your composure while talking to a bunch of big name heroes. The fundraiser events that your agency made you go to were unbearable. Standing around for hours listening to the most mundane heroes try to impress you with their line of work. But hey, if it helps boost approval ratings I guess it’s not that bad.

For the past year you’ve slowly been climbing the ranks of the hero world. With a powerful quirk and unique fighting styles it was hard to go unnoticed. By now you were familiar with how the industry treated female heroes. It seemed as if the general public cared about anything but your hero duties.

It was all love, relationships, “Who are you dating?”, “What’s your skincare routine?”

You honestly didn’t expect any different but geez, it sure did piss you off. And now that you were in the top 3, you weren’t expecting any of it to die down. Might as well just get used to it.

You continued to chat when suddenly your ear twitched as you sensed a certain birdie approaching.

Oh God.

“Hey. Mind if I steal ya away for a little?” Hawks’ signature smirk appeared on his face as he approached you.

Hawks seemed to really be latching onto you for quite some time, well since the new hero rankings were announced. You were on your way to surpassing the number 2 hero and had gained a lot of notoriety in the past couple of months. 

He was clingy for sure, always play flirting, inviting you to lunch, showing up at your agency unannounced. It was obvious that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you. You’d be surprised if he admitted to actually having feelings for you. Well, not that you cared anyways. Your job was to save civilians, defeat villains, and do things that any other normal hero would. Love was simply not on your agenda.

Holding back a heavy sigh, you complied and stepped off to the side with Hawks.

He seemed delighted by your decision, using his feathers to fetch you a glass of champagne off of one of the caterer’s trays as you two walked over to the bar area.

“So your agency makes you come to these lame things too, huh?”

You didn’t answer, not very interested in the direction that the conversation was going in.

“You look nice.” He bit his lower lip, dragging his eyes vertically across your figure.

“Thank you.” You replied, taking a sip of your champagne.

After you both had made your way over to the bar he instructed his order to the bartender, asking you if you wanted anything and keeping the same dumb smirk on his face when you denied.

“Rarely ever see you in a color other than green. I mean, I guess it’s your entire thing but I really dig this red look you’ve got goin’ on” He mused, as he watched the bartender carefully make his drink.

He wasn’t lying. He’s been eyeing you since you walked in, you look good.

“What do you want, Hawks?” You asked, visibly annoyed.

“Damn.” He chuckled, “Small talk isn’t your thing, noted.”

You side-eyed him, getting impatient with his overly relaxed demeanor.

Catching the hint, he got straight to the point. “There’s some trouble going on in Tokyo.”

Now you were intrigued. You took another sip of your champagne, “Petty villain attacks like always, isn’t it?”

You turned towards him, he got a good look at your face before he answered.

Fucking pretty, he thought to himself.

“That’s what I thought at first but it’s getting harder to believe that as I do more digging.” He looks around before inching closer to you, trying to keep his volume to a minimum. “The League is planning something big next week. The ‘Rain of Terror’, they’re callin’ it. They’re trying to ease the amount of big attacks in the city to let our gaurds down. And frankly, I think it’s working.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “How do you know all of this?”

“I’ve got connections,” Was all he said, with a shrug.

Ok, whatever. You’ll confront him about that later. “And this ‘Rain of Terror…’ what does it entail?”

“Bombs.”

“Shit,” You muttered.

“Big ones. Huge ones, actually. I don’t know how the fuckers did it but they found a way to make these huge, bioengineered clouds that ‘rain’ bombs.”

You grew uneasy. Raining bombs? Over the entirety of Tokyo? The amount of destruction it would do to the earth, to civilians, made you panic. Hawks sensed your uneasiness but continued anyways, “I want us to team up. Your quirk would be useful with the entire controlling nature n’ weather thing.”

He loosened up from his serious expression, talking a bit louder and showing a teethy smile, “Plus I think we’d make a pretty good team. I’ve already got a plan so we’ll meet up at yours tomorrow.”

“As in my house? Why not anywhere else?” You questioned.

“Well,” He grabbed his drink and used his free hand to rub the back of his heck, “This isn’t really the typa thing we can talk about in public. Mass hysteria, panic, that type of thing. And my living situation is pretty…complicated right now.”

You felt a small tap on your shoulder, followed by the voice of your high school aged sidekick. You turned to the younger hero. “Uh..Y/N? It’s time to go. I gotta be back by 11.”

You sighed before turning back to Hawks.

“Kids and their curfews, right?” He commented.

“Fine. I’ll have my agency send you my address. Don’t come during the day.” That was the last thing you said before finishing your drink all in one quick sip and making your way to the exit. You could feel his eyes on your backside until you left the venue. And the singular scarlet feather rushing in front of you to open the car door for you was really the cherry on top.

You rolled your eyes.

“Woah.” Your sidekick mused, “He seems to really like you. You should give him a chance, he’s hot.”

You giggled at her comment, “He doesn’t really like me, y’know? He flirts with every female hero.”

—

You heard a slight tap on the window leading up to your balcony. You already sensed him flying towards you when he was about a mile away, but your bedroom? Reluctantly you walked over and opened the sliding door.

“Never heard of a front door?”

“Well that’s no fun, is it?” He said, displaying his signature smirk. You looked cute out of your hero clothes. Hair tied up and messy, and in big comfy clothes.

Adorable, he thought to himself. He walked in as if it was his own befroom, slipping off his shoes, gloves and jacket and placing them in the corner of your room.

“Make yourself comfortable I guess.” You deadpanned at him, “And we’re still going downstairs anyways.” He shrugged.

He couldn’t help but be taken aback by the layout of your room. There were plants in almost every corner, on every shelf. Vines growing on your walls, half read books strewn across your bedside table and dresser, your pet birds of all different shaped and sizes flew freely around your room, chirping every once in a while. “So you’re a bird whisperer, huh?” He said, looking around.

“I’m an animal whisperer.” You said, “That’s kind of like my entire thing.”

He let out a hearty laugh before making his way out of your room.

“Tea?” You asked, heading towards the kitchen as the winged hero made himself comfortable on your couch.

“Sure.” He picked up your remote with one his feathers, flicking through the channels.

He turned his attention to you a couple moments later as you took a seat across from him at your coffee table, setting down two mugs of green tea.

He explained his plan carefully, paying close attention to all details and pausing for any questions you might have. You had to admit, as much as an annoying asshole this guy could be, he knew what he was doing. You could tell he plans his strategies very carefully, as much as he likes to come off as lazy and laid back to the general public. He was a damn good hero. And you hated admitting it but he was right, utlizing his speed and your ability to control weather, it wouldn’t be all that hard to stop villain attacks.

Hawks also couldn’t help but admire you. You seemed attentive, always paying close attention to detail and asking a lot of questions. I mean he already knew you were good at your job, watching some of the viral videos of your fights with villains.

—

When the day finally came, it went as smoothly as planned, of course with a little bumps along the way. Still, the few civilians that were hurt only had minor injuries, and you and hawks made it so only a couple bombs hit the ground.

You, Hawks, and some other minor heroes who had joined mid-battle regrouped to talk about how to resolve the collateral damage.

“It’s not too much to be honest, I’ll have it all repaired by midni-“

“Wow! What an incredible display of courage from Hawks and Mother Nature, currently sitting at number 2 and number 3 of Japan’s Hero BillBoard Chart!” A loud reporter exclaimed, accompanied by a camera crew.

Of course.

You tried your best to ignore and keep talking to fellow heroes until a microphone was shoved in your face. The face of the reporter gleamed as she talked to you. “Tell me Mother Nature, how does it feel working with number 2 hero Hawks?” You winced at the question, but answered nevertheless.

“Hawks is a  diligent hero with a lot of experience under his belt despite being so young. It was great working with him.” You answered, forcing a smile on your face.

“There’s speculation that you two planned this together..is this true? How were you able to predict this attack? More importantly, are you two dating?” Those questions hit you like a truck.

“Um..no comment.” Was all you could answer with.

Nevertheless, the reporter persisted, “Well there has to be something going on. It’s just my opinion but you two seem perfect for each other.” She giggled at the camera, “Please! The public is dying to know!”

Before you could even muster up an answer to the reporter’s overwhelming question, a giant scarlet wing came between you and the reporter, blinding both her and the camera from your view.

“Hey. She said she doesn’t wanna talk about it. Let’s respect personal boundaries, yeah?” Hawks said in a nice but slightly defensive tone.

You blushed, looking up at him. As nice we he was trying to sound, he looked angry. And damn right he was. How dare they talk to you like you’re no more than just some D-list celebrity? You’re a fucking hero, who cares about dating speculation when you just saved Japan’s largest city? And how dare they ask questions about him when you were the one doing most of the work. He was enraged, and it was his natural instinct to protect the thing he cared for.

Before you knew it, he latched his arms around your waist, pushing you into his chest.

You were flustered. “What are you-“

“Let’s go.” Was all he said before flapping his wings, sending you guys soaring through the air.

You held on to him for dear life, damn was he fast.

Hawks smirked to himself, feeling your rapid heartbeat against his chest. You were trying your best to hide your blushing by burying your face in his neck, granted that probably made it worse because he could already tell by how hot your face was.

God, she’s adorable

As soon as you two landed on top of a building, you pushed him away as quickly as possible.

He chuckled, putting both of his hands up in defense, “You’re the one making this awkward y’know? Plus you owe me for saving your ass.”

You were angry. Was it because of the downright rude questions that the reporter asked you not too long ago, was it because you knew tabloids would be posting all about you and Hawks for the next couple of days, was it because you were..warming up to that damned bird?

And then you started. “Just so you know, this..us..is not a thing. It will never be a thing. I wish you’d just stop flirting with me all the damn time. Just move on to the next female hero. I actually don’t care what you do. Just leave me alone. I don’t understand why you have to be so clingy, it’s annoying.”

Hawks did nothing but smile, listening to you ramble.

“You know…I-“ He interjected, only to be interrupted by you.

“And geez, you’re so goddamn entitled. I owe you? I don’t owe you anything. I didn’t even need your help. You’re no different from any other guy, you’re fucking insuffer-“

Hawks shut you up with a gentle kiss on your lips.

Oh.

“You talk too much.” He said in a low whisper, before pulling on your chin to kiss you again. You kissed him back, resting your hands on his chest, completely indulging in the moment.

Fuck. Your knees were weak. As much as you wanted to keep going you pulled away, blushing furiously and refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Oh? So now you’re shy?” He chuckled, pulling you closer to him. He tried to catch your gaze but you just moved your head away from him each time.

“Someone might see us. This is bad,” You were able to muster out.

“You’re so fucking cute.” He said, making you blush even more. He continued, “I don’t flirt with you for no reason, y’know? Sure, sometimes it’s just to tease..but I think you’re amazing.”

You felt like you were melting in his arms. Unable to find the right words, you panicked. You were gone in seconds, manipulating the wind so it could carry you back home, the same stupid blush unable to leave your face.

“Call me!” He yelled.

That damn bird.

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[nugnthopkns]

if everything could ever feel this real forever

word count: 4.3k

warnings: explicit!fem reader, cursing, alcohol consumption, allusion to sexual content (nothing explicit but minors please be aware!)

recommended listening: everlong | foo fighters

a/n: broke down and wrote for ratty matty. alternalty titled four times matthew thinks you’re the one and one time he knows (4+1′s are fun to write, pls don’t fight me). also pls ignore the fact i don’t know how airports work, i’ve only ever flown domestically lmao

Matthew feels different when you’re around. 

You don’t turn him into a completely different person. He’s still himself – an absolute pest at times – but more genuine. With you he can feel everything deeply, say whatever’s on his mind without the fear of being judged. It’s the best kind of different, and he wouldn’t change it for the world. His teammates constantly ask him when he’s going to lock you down; put a ring on your finger and change your last name, but he needs to be sure before he makes such a big commitment. 

one

It’s the beginning of July, and you’re sweating buckets in the back of an Uber. The driver has the air cranked, but nothing seems to alleviate the heat. You know it will be worse in St. Louis so you do your best not to complain, but it’s hard. Taking two weeks off to visit your boyfriend in his hometown sounded like a great idea, but reading the weather forecast has you re-evaluating the trip. 

Your phone lights up in your lap, and you eagerly unlock it. It’s a text from Matthew. Have a safe flight. Text me when you land. Tayrn will be there to pick you up – Brady and I’s on-ice got extended. I’ll see you when I get home. Love you. 

Though you wish he could be the first person you see when you touch down, you understand that his job comes first. Besides, your re-unification will be more private this way. I get to see the best Tkachuk first, fuck yeah you reply, before following it up with Love you too Matty. See you soon. 

Soon after sending the text you arrive at the entrance of Calgary International Airport. With a polite thank you to your driver, you grab your suitcase and head inside. The working air conditioning answers your silent prayers and you feel your body slowly return to a normal temperature. Check in is fast, and before you know it you’re breezing through security. A slightly nervous traveller, you’re at the gate earlier than you need to be. The plane doesn’t take off for another two hours. You don’t mind the wait, listening to a couple of podcast episodes and grabbing a snack at the lounge before boarding. 

The five hour flight passes in the blink of an eye. St. Louis is busier than Calgary, and it takes you longer than you thought it would to get through customs. Once passed immigration and at the baggage carousel you let Matthew know you’re safely inside the city limits. You grab your obnoxious suitcase – a bright red thing with a giant Flames logo that Matthew thought would be funny to give you – and set out to find Tayrn. She’s easy to spot, waving a giant poster with your name on it. Abandoning nearly all airport etiquette, you rush through the crowd to see her. Over the years she’s become a little sister and close friend, and you really wish you could see her more frequently. 

“Y/N!” Taryn squeals as you wrap your arms around her. The pair of you embrace for another moment or two before making your way to her car. Neither of you can stop talking, so excited to be in each other’s presence.

“It’s so nice to be back,” you sigh. “I really do like St. Louis.” 

Tayrn giggles. “You’re just excited to see Matthew.” 

Though she isn’t wrong, you swat her bicep in faux annoyance. “What? Can a girl not enjoy a nice Midwestern city?” You push your sunglasses up onto the bridge of your nose before continuing. “Besides, I only came here to see you. I see enough of Matt at home.”

She rolls her eyes but extends her arm so you can fist bump her. With a quick look to make sure the way is clear, Taryn exits the parking spot and heads in the direction of your temporary home. The open sunroof allows the wind to whip through your hair and you struggle to tame it enough to put it in a ponytail. One Direction blasts from the stereo, and you join Taryn in screaming the lyrics until your lungs hurt. Being on vacation, even if it’s only to St. Louis, is so freeing. You don’t have to deal with work deadlines or friendship drama. All that matters is spending time with Matthew. 

When you pull into the Tkachuk’s driveway it’s empty. It’s Thursday afternoon; Chantal’s at work, Keith is golfing with friends, and the boys are at the rink. You take a few minutes to unpack, filling Matthew’s drawers with your clothes, before joining Taryn by the pool. St. Louis is just as hot as the city you left, and the travel has left you feeling below average. A quick swim is sure to be the perfect remedy. 

The water is the right kind of cool, and alleviates any stress you were possibly feeling. You’re properly in vacation mode now, lounging on pool floaties and gossiping with Taryn. An hour later when Matthew returns home you’re in basically the same position. Stepping out into the yard he sees you urging Taryn to turn around so you can place sunscreen onto the one spot she missed, laughing all the while at some ridiculous celebrity rumor she’s telling you. Seeing you get along so easy with his sister, and the rest of his family, makes his heart swell.

In the couple of months you’ve been separated, Matthew’s thought a lot about his future. Specifically about his future with you. When he closes his eyes he can see it clearly: the two of you married with children and a dog, living in a house in the mountains and loving life. It’s idyllic, and even though he knows you’d say yes if he asked you, Matthew still can’t bring himself to do it. There’s something in the back of his brain telling him to wait until he knows with absolute certainty that you’re it for him.

Not wanting to be separated from you for a minute more, he snaps out of his daze and scurries over. Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pressing a kiss to the base of neck, he relishes in how you mould to him immediately, not even questioning who it was. 

“Welcome back baby,” Matthew mumbles into your skin. 

With a chuckle you wriggle slightly in his grasp, allowing yourself to face him. You press a kiss to his lips and it feels like heaven. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, you suppose, because you could stand here kissing Matthew your the rest of your life and be happy. 

“Hi Matty,” you giggle against his lips, parting from him only to rest your forehead on his and twist a curl around your finger.

From somewhere inside the house you hear Brady yell,  “Jesus Christ, you two, get a room.”

Without taking his eyes off you, Matthew replies, “Fuck off Brady!”

two

The energy inside the Saddledome is electric. It’s the Flames’ first home game in nearly a week, doing an east coast road trip and sweeping every team they faced. Six games later the team is on a nine game winning streaking and are hoping to keep it going. You know how much it matters in this moment – the playoffs are fast approaching and all points they can tally up are needed. 

You had decided months ago to buy rinkside tickets for this game, planning to surprise Matthew. He loves when you sit in the regular crowd, cheering and spilling your beer like any old fan. It’s humbling for the both of you, and honestly you enjoy it. Though you love those in the Better Halves box, you were a hockey fan before dating Matthew and sometimes like to enjoy games by yourself. Plus, your friend was supposed to be in town and join you at the game, and you figured she’d like to experience how insane the area is firsthand.

So you do your best to quickly shimmy around those blocking your seat, beverage in hand. It was all you could do to get to the rink on time, sitting in the dense downtown traffic for nearly three quarters of an hour after rushing out of work. You wanted to make it before warmups started to make sure Matt knows you’re there supporting him. No one really bats an eye at you, which you’re thankful for. In no way are you notorious, but it wouldn’t take a die-hard fan long to recognize you. Sitting down and letting a soft sigh escape your lips, you carefully place your jacket over the seat beside you. At the last minute your friend had to cancel her trip to Calgary, leaving you solo. With a quick look at the clock you see that warm up will start in just under a minute. The players begin to step onto the ice as you sip your beer. Matthew is yet to notice you but you don’t take offence. He’s in the zone and most likely won’t realize you’re sitting right in front of him until halfway through the third period.

“Look daddy, it’s Matthew Tkachuk!” you hear a young boy shriek in excitement. “He’s so fast, I want to play just like him.”

You turn to look and see two rows above you there’s a father and son, who looks around eight. He’s wearing a jersey identical to yours, and from the sounds of his excited chattering it’s his first game. Seeing the young boy so happy to be here, to see your boyfriend, has your heart swelling. You want to make this a game he’ll never forget.

“Hi,” you smile at the father. “I don’t mean to intrude, but I know Matthew quite well. Would you like me to get his attention so your son could meet him?”

A shocked expression makes its way onto the dad’s face, but he doesn’t react negatively. “You’d do that?” he asks. “Riley loves Matthew. Wants to be just like him.” When you nod, he lets you approach the boy. 

“Hey there Riley, I’m Y/N,” you say, smiling and extending a hand to him. “I’m a special friend of Matthew’s. Would you like to meet him?”

The boy looks at his father tentatively, and only once he nods encouragingly does Riley respond to your question. “Yes please.”

“Why don’t you come down here with me and we’ll get his attention?”

With a little help from you, Riley climbs over the seats and plops unceremoniously beside you. You help him straighten out his jersey before beginning a conversation. He tells you he plays in a local youth league and wants to make it to the NHL one day. When prompted, you explain to him that you work a boring office job that you love even though it makes you angry sometimes. It’s all very formal, but after cracking a few jokes you get him to loosen up.

Matthew, still not having noticed you, begins to skate along the boards in your direction. “Watch this,” you whisper-yell to your newfound friend, “I bet he’ll jump super high.”

As soon as Matthew passes your spot you bang on the glass and scream his name. Sure enough, his skates lift a good three inches of the ice and he shrieks. Teammates around him laugh and the look on his face is priceless when he discovers you’re the culprit. 

“Babe!” 

You smile. “Matty, this is my new friend Riley. He wears number nineteen just like you!” A glance at the boy lets you know he’s starstruck, and your eyes lock with Matthew’s. 

He leans down and rests his hands on his knees, at eye level with the child. “Hi Riley,” he begins. “I’m Matt. I like your jersey.” 

After that, Riley’s a tap that won’t turn off. He details every bit of his day to Matt, and even though their voices are muffled a bit from the glass they get on like two peas in a pod. Matthew is great with children and doesn’t shy away from having legitimate conversations with them. He talks to them like they’re people, which is something you admire about him. The warmup time runs out, but before he heads back to the dressing room Matthew hoists his stick over the glass, giving it to Riley. The younger boy beams and waves goodbye. You blow Matthew a kiss, which he gladly returns, and turn your attention away from him as his figure retreats. 

“Is he your boyfriend?”The question makes you laugh.

“Is it that obvious?” you ask, to which Riley just shrugs. 

“He called you ‘babe’, and my mommy calls my dad that. That means you’re in love,” he says as though it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. 

Matthew cannot pay attention in the locker room for the life of him. He’s trying really hard to listen to everyone’s hype speeches, but his mind keeps wandering back to the interaction you shared during warm up. You looked so happy watching him interact with the boy you found god knows where within the arena. It’s then he realizes he wants to watch you act like that for the rest of his life. He wants to see you bring excited children to meet him because you have the power to make their nights. His suspicion is confirmed when he steps onto the ice and looks in your direction, finding you and Riley pressed up against the glass cheering loudly.

three

The Giordano’s are hosting an end-of-season barbeque before everyone scatters into the wind, and you’re going to be late. No matter how much you reminded Matthew of what time you had to leave he still started getting ready as you were finishing up. This typically wouldn’t be a big deal, but he has recently started taking care of his curls, and the routine eats up a lot more time than he anticipates. 

“Matty, are you almost ready? There’s going to be no parking!”

His footsteps echo off the hardwood floor as he comes towards you. “That’s what you’re worrying about, baby? Parking?” Matthew laughs, pulling you into his side and kissing the crown of your head. 

“Yeah Matt, I am. You know I have parking anxiety.”

“I’ll drive then,” he says sweetly. “Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve driven us. Have some fun tonight.”

The short drive across town is full of laughter. Neither of you are great singers, but it doesn’t stop you from belting out lyrics at the top of your lungs. At some point Matthew breaks out a rather terrible impression of Axl Rose and you just have to post it to your instagram story. Captioning with a simple microphone emoji, you slip your phone back into your sweater pocket. Though most certainly warm enough to spend the entire evening outside, Calgary currently has a bit of a proclivity for wind, and you’d rather be prepared. Outside of Mark and Lauren’s house Matthew finds a spot and parallel parks with ease.

“Shut up,” you mumble, poking your tongue out at him. 

Matthew ruffles your hair in retaliation before jumping out of the vehicle, booking it around to the other side so he can open your door. He isn’t slick about hiding his intentions, grabbing a handful off your ass before leaning down to kiss you. Though you’d much rather stand in the cul-de-sac and make out with your boyfriend, you both have appearances to keep up. You get him to stop being a pest kong enough that you can enter the party and pass him off to his teammates. 

You congregate with some of the other girls in the corner of the yard, and enjoy a drink while the sun sets. It’s fun to gossip with them, to catch up one final time before most of them leave. You’ll be staying in Calgary, job tying you down for the foreseeable future. The only thing that’s better than spending time with your friends is glancing at Matthew from across the space. 

He’s enjoying himself, glass of water in hand. When he offered to be the designated driver he was serious, and he took the shit the boys were giving him in stride. Though you’ve only had one gin and tonic and can’t feel the effects of the alcohol, you’re glad he’s staying true to his word. The heightened water intake makes his skin glow, and you’re having a hard time staying focussed on the story Lauren is telling. He catches you staring and shoots you a dazzling smile. Tired of keeping your distance, you excuse yourself from the conversation and saunter over to your boyfriend. 

“Hey Y/N,” Noah says breezily, raising his glass to you in mock salute. You wrap your arms tightly around Matthew’s waist.

“Hanifin,” you smile. “I’m really sorry to do this, but I need to pull Matt away for a quick second.”

No one in the group is the least bit surprised. The two of you have a reputation for being young and in love, sneaking off often and doing everything that entails. Once the two of you are alone you rest a hand on his chest, dangerously close to the button of his shirt. You then move kissing along the underside of his jaw, pressing your body closer to his to ensure he gets the point. 

“Needy baby?” Matthew tries to smirk, but his voice wavers when you reach the junction of his jawbone and earlobe. 

Declining to speak, you continue your actions until he’s just as desperate to get home as you. Though you try to be sneaky as you exit through the back gate, you won’t be surprised if you wake up to a few crude text messages. You’re too far gone to care, solely focussed on showing your boyfriend how much you love him. 

The entire ride home Matthew can barely focus on the road. Not because you’re doing anything particularly risqué, a few too many close calls have put you both off of initiating things in the car, but because he doesn’t ever want to stop sneaking away from events with you. It’s exhilarating in more ways than one, and he hopes the feeling never goes away. Being with you, his best friend, is something he wouldn’t trade for the entire world. So what if he gets chirped by the boys for having precariously placed marks on his back.

four

September brings a chill to Calgary, but you couldn’t feel warmer. Matthew is due home this afternoon after nearly four months of being away. Of course you visited him in St. Louis, and he even flew back to the city once, but the two of you were mostly separated. Your shared apartment felt cold and lonely without him to annoy you, so you had spent as much time away from it as possible. No longer do you have to fall asleep with Matt’s side of the bed stone cold. 

Though you know he likely won’t care, you’re nervous about the new decor. In an effort to make yourself feel better in Matthew’s absence, you completed some home renovations. Most are superficial, like a new sectional and an ungraded home speaker system, but you had redone the entire kitchen after scrolling through pinterest. The cabinets are a bright yellow, and the walls are a warm cream. Subway tile has also replaced the previous backsplash. You’re quite proud of the way it looks – doing pretty much all of it yourself and only calling your dad when you really needed help. 

You spend much of the morning not doing anything productive, pacing the hallway back and forth. It’s nerve wracking and exciting to have Matthew home. Things will go much smoother with his presence even if he can sometimes be the most annoying person on the planet. You force yourself to eat a small meal before continuing to wear holes into your floor. He’ll arrive in a matter of minutes, and you’re practically vibrating with how much your legs are shaking. 

A key twists in the lock, as though it’s a Pavlovian response, you bound towards the front door. Not even letting him step over the threshold you wrap yourself around him as tightly as possible. Matthew giggles sweetly, and you swear it’s the best sound you’ve ever heard. Tears flow freely down your cheeks and soak through his shirt. In a very ungraceful waddle Matthew carries the both of you inside your home and shuts the door lightly. 

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Matt asks, obviously concerned because this is more emotional than any homecoming you’ve ever had. 

Through hiccupping sobs, you stutter out, “I painted the kitchen cabinets yellow and you’re going to hate them. And then you’ll want to break up with me but I won’t be able to take them with me.”

“Woah woah woah, slow down baby,” he soothes, rubbing circles on your back. “Why am I going to hate it?”

When you can’t come up with a justifiable answer, he knows your anxiety just got the better of you. Repositioning you slightly so you’re tucked into his side, Matthew walks through the apartment to see the kitchen for himself. He’s blown away by its beauty, and he can see just how much work you put into it. The room is so much brighter and inviting – he can’t imagine having any other kitchen now. 

Once you ramble off an apology for being so dramatic that he won’t accept, the two of you settle into the couch and start a reality television marathon. It’s a tradition that both of you take very seriously, and though he’d never admit it to anyone but you, Matthew looks forward to watching the outlandish dramas. The night is quiet, with you getting through quite a few seasons of Desperate Housewives, and at some point you fall asleep on Matthew’s chest. He knows he should gently move you off of him, start to unpack his bags, but he can’t tear himself away.

He can’t help but stare as you snore softly. There’s nothing Matthew would like more than to spend the rest of his life relaxing after coming home to you. If he’s being completely honest, St. Louis doesn’t feel like home as much anymore, and he finds himself counting down the days until he can return to Calgary. Matt supposes you’re the defining factor, and even Antarctica would feel like home to him if you were there. He never wants to lose that feeling. 

+ one 

There’s ten seconds left on the clock. Ten seconds until the Calgary Flames will become Stanley Cup champions. You’re holding your breath – you know a lot could happen in such a short amount of time. The lead isn’t as wide as you’d like it to be, only one, and you squeeze Taryn’s hand tightly. Everyone in the friends and family box is just as amped up as you. If the choice had been yours, you’d be sitting in the stands of the Saddledome, but in event the Flames win you need to be with everyone else if you want to join the team on the ice. 

Matthew carries the puck up the ice, and you audibly gasp. At the last second, a Bruins defenseman is blocking his view of the net. Not letting the scoring opportunity go for his team, he snaps a pass backwards to Elias Lindholm. A nano-second later the puck is in the back of the net. You possibly scream the loudest of anyone in the box, jumping into Brady’s arms excitedly. 

“Holy shit, they’re going to do it,” you whisper, and Brady nods enthusiastically. The clock now only has two seconds, and there is virtually no way the Bruins can make a comeback. 

You untangle yourself from your boyfriend’s brother and approach his parents. “How exciting is this!” Chantal gushes. 

“So fucking exciting,” you say honestly. “Listen, I want to talk to you about something.”

The Bruins’ head coach is halfway through his timeout, so you have to talk fast. You explain that you want to hang back while the family celebrates with their son and brother. Keith and Chantal try to argue, but you insist. You want them to be the first people to greet him as a Stanley Cup champion. 

A horn signals the return to play, and you return your attention to the ice pad below you. Everything seems to move in slow motion; all you remember is the final whistle being blown and getting crushed in a group hug by everyone else in the room. Your voice goes hoarse from screaming, and tears stream freely down your face. 

The party continues for a short time in the box, but then you’re being led through the arena and out onto the ice. Nodding in the direction of Matthew, you urge the Tkachuks to greet him. You congratulate other members of the team, snapping candid pictures of everyone to share in the group chat later. So many families will treasure the photos that you can’t bring yourself to stop, trying your hardest to grab everyone. 

Once enough time has passed for Matthew to properly be congratulated by his family, you make your way towards him. Wasting no time, he skates over and lifts you off your feet. Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, and if you weren’t so proud you’d have reservations about sticking your tongue down Matthew’s throat in a packed arena. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you whisper against his lips. “My champion.”

Matthew blushes profusely at your words, and you can tell he likes them. “Couldn’t have done it without you supporting me,” he responds, leaning into your touch as you rake your fingers through his hair. 

While you celebrate with the rest of the team, holding babies and snapping pictures, Matthew realizes he can’t live without you. No one else will fit into his life as perfectly as you. There’s no one he wants besides you. Matthew makes a mental note to go through your jewelry box in the morning to get your ring size. His mom always said he’d know when someone was ‘the one’, and now he understands what she meant.  

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Update: The Raven and the Songbird

Chapter 3

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Four days.

Four days of training with no sign of Azriel.

Four days of the pitying side-glances from Nesta and Cassian when she arrived to the ring to find that he still wasn’t there.

Gwyn gritted her teeth and peppered the post with blows from her fists and feet. She hated pity. She didn’t want it. They knew it, too. It was all she could do not to scream at them, and part of her wondered why exactly she hadn’t. A few weeks ago she probably would have. Her scowl deepened.

She punched harder.

As much as she’d denied it to the general and her friends, she was acting differently. She wasn’t upset about being spurned by a male. She had never had any claim on Azriel, never had any expectations. She was not a female that would allow a male to have power over her emotions – her very being – like that.

But she felt like she had lost a friend, and not due to tragedy or death. She had lost a friend by their own choice. She wasn’t sure how to handle that.

Had it been pity that made Azriel placate her? Is that what he had done? She’d told him that she missed him. It was true, and she had never questioned uttering her truth to anyone.

He hadn’t returned the sentiment.

Perhaps it had been pity, then. He had said what he knew she wanted to hear, enough to get her out of his hair…

“NO,” she scolded herself through her panting. Gwyn would not allow herself to go down that road. She did not need pity from herself, either. She was strong and capable and confident. She was a Valkyrie.

The dull ache in her knuckles distracted her from her rushing thoughts and the sun beating down on the training ring. It was hotter than she could remember it ever being since she’d started training – so hot that Cassian had allowed the trainees to forego the Illyrian leathers in favor of lighter, cooler clothing. A year ago the idea may have terrified her, but she had fought Illyrian warriors in nothing but a nightgown, so she graciously accepted Nesta’s offer of the light blue linen tunic that bared her shoulders and lightweight leggings. Gwyn was grateful for her friend’s consideration, even though she knew the sun would likely end up burning her rarely-exposed skin.

Another distraction. For the best.

“Gwyn.”

The priestess started as the general’s voice boomed from behind her. She turned her wide eyes to him and saw an eyebrow raised at her.

“Cassian?” She had grown increasingly comfortable with him in the months since his and Nesta’s mating ceremony. She had spent a considerable amount of time with both of them, and while she still used his title, it was usually in jest and banter. He had become a friend, something of a brother, perhaps.

“I said you need to take a break.” His eyes shifted to her hands before returning to her face. “Water. Now. And take care of those hands.”

“I’m fine -“

“You will take care of them or I will sideline you for the rest of the day, Berdara,” he spoke sternly, every bit the weathered veteran and general of the most feared forces in all of Prythian. He had mischief in his eyes, as per usual, but there was something that darkened them.

Concern.

“Yes, general,” she drawled before muttering under her breath as he walked away, “Mother-henning busybody.”

“What was that, Berdara?” he challenged over a broad shoulder.

“Nothing!” she sing-songed back to him as sweetly as she could muster, lest she not sound convincing. His wings flared slightly as he paced away, and she waited until he was halfway across the ring before she stretched out her arms in front of her to survey the backs of her hands. The fabric wrapped around her hands was stained crimson across her knuckles where her skin had surely cracked open. In multiple places.

She hadn’t even noticed.

Gwyn uttered a low curse, scowling to herself, and stalked over to the table where Nesta and Emerie were watching her. Her sisters. Regardless of whatever this storm was that she was experiencing, she knew that she was not alone. That was the greatest comfort.

“If I were you I’d save some of that aggression for someone who actually deserves it,” the eldest Archeron offered, eyebrows raised. “What did that post ever do to you anyway?”

Gwyn scoffed, looking back at the padded wood that she had been battling for Mother-knew how long before glancing at her bloodied hands. “I think it still came out on top, anyway,” she grinned, and began peeling the fabric away. Emerie passed her a basket of gauze, ointments, and clean wraps as Gwyn lowered herself to sit cross-legged on the ground.

“You… uh… you were really in the zone there, Gwyn,” the Illyrian female said as she knelt beside her. “Are you sure you’re okay?” The copper-haired priestess looked at her friend, warmth blooming in her heart when she saw the concern written across her tanned face.

“I’m fine,” she smiled brightly at Emerie and then looked up to Nesta. “I promise.”

“Regardless,” Nesta answered as she sat down with her. “Save a couple of those shots for that idiot Spymaster. That’s what I’m doing.”

Gwyn managed a laugh before returning her attention to her stinging, bloodied hands. She hissed as she dabbed ointment over where her skin had split before laying gauze over the freshly cleaned wounds. Maybe she would save a punch or two for Azriel, if she ever even saw him again.

Or maybe she would just continue to savor the distraction of the pain.

~~~

Punching something until her hands bled had proven to be an effective distraction during training.

And again that night, when her demons had chased her out of bed for the third time in five days. She hadn’t told Nesta and Emerie how bad it was getting since Azriel had chosen to remove himself from her life. They were already worried, and it was something she would need to learn to manage on her own, anyway. At least she could still go to the training ring, work herself to bone-numbing exhaustion, and then collapse into slumber for a few precious hours.

Azriel was never there.

And while punching and kicking until she was bruised and bloody bought her some reprieve from her nightmares, it was not conducive to her work in the library. Her swollen fingers could barely grasp her quill.

Definitely weapons tonight, then.

She paused, feeling her eyes prickle as she realized her assumption: that she all but planned on being unable to sleep yet again.

What a mess she had become.

Regardless of what potential may have existed between her and Azriel before, what tore at her was the loss of a dear friend, a confidant. He had seen her darkest days and nights and had never run away from her. She had tried to ignore it the first night she had sensed him in the archway to the training ring before he retreated back into the House. But he’d kept retreating, again and again.

And now he didn’t approach at all. She hadn’t even sensed or scented him in the House, ever since that day he’d assured her that they were friends, and that things would go back to normal. What a foolish hope that had been.

“Gwyneth, girl, where are those books I told you to fetch? I sent you for them hours ago!” Gwyn winced as Merrill’s voice carried through the stacks. She had known it would only be a matter of time before the elder priestess found her. To an outsider, Merrill’s voice would have sounded pleasant, but the Valkyrie heard the venomous threats underneath. She put down her quill and rubbed her eyes as the beautiful white-haired female approached her, eyes gleaming with malice.

“I apologize, sister. I have been struggling with this transcription.” Indeed, the pain in her hands had caused her to be much slower than usual. “I’ll retrieve those books for you immediately.” Gwyn moved to push herself from the table when Merrill’s soft tanned fingers yanked her bruised hand to study it, her grip like a vice. The teal-eyed priestess winced.

“Poor little Valkyrie, can barely even write her own name,” Merrill scoffed. “Perhaps I should replace you, Gwyneth. Nobody has use for a foolish girl who is too broken to look out for herself.”

Gwyn pulled her hand back, the pain forgotten after the words that lanced into her soul. It was a ‘gift’ of Merrill’s, knowing exactly what to say to cut her to the quick.

“Can’t sleep without someone to coddle you, so instead you resort to brutality. Poor excuse for a Valkyrie. Poorer excuse for a female.” How could she know?

Gwyn rose abruptly, tears stinging at her eyes. But she would not let them fall in front of the witch. “I’ll go get those books now,” she managed to rasp, before retreating into the stacks.

~~~

That night she hadn’t even tried to sleep, the scholar’s dagger-like words twisting in her chest. Merrill was right, wasn’t she? For all Gwyn had done, all that she had overcome and accomplished, she was falling apart. She was adrift, uncertain of where to turn. Nesta and Emerie would never turn away, of course. But Azriel…

It had been different with him, she didn’t know why. But the gaping wound left in his absence was proof that maybe the necklace had meant more than she cared to admit. So had not being the intended recipient. It hurt.

Losing him hurt.

And even though she had realized that day that she wouldn’t have his heart, she had hoped that he would be willing to continue with the friendship they had built.

But she had lost even that.

Gwyn burst through the door and into cold rain, steam rising from the training ring as the droplets hit the stone floor still warm from the daytime sun. She stood there for a moment, letting it wash over her. Her robes grew heavy with water but she barely took note as the downpouring cold soothed her aching hands and soul.

Robes swished as she moved to the center of the ring. She sat down and hugged her knees to her chest. Closing her eyes, she tilted her chin up, allowing her tears to fall and mix with the rain that had dulled her usually vibrant hair to a drab chestnut.

Just breathe. Let it be and breathe.

She didn’t know how long she had been there, letting the storm wash her clean, when she felt him. She had always been able to sense him, shadows or no. She faced forward, determined not to turn toward him, lest he see how weak she had become. So she simply gathered her courage and spoke. It sounded steadier than she had expected, much stronger than she felt.

“Hello, Azriel.”

~~~

He wasn’t surprised that she knew he was there. She always seemed to know, and not just because his shadows were traitorous bastards who would tend to attract her attention – seemingly on purpose.

Gwyn always seemed to… sense him.

And, if Azriel were ever honest with himself, he would probably admit that it was the same for him. She had a presence that he was drawn to.

Constantly.

The restraint that it had taken to stay in the townhouse, maintain his home base there as he fulfilled his reconnaissance missions in Vallahan and the human lands – it was wearing on him. He’d barely slept in the last week, throwing himself into his work and training when the darkness and shame kept him awake in the night. The guilt was a festering wound inside of him.

He’d told Gwyn that they were friends. That things would return to normal. And then he’d run from her like a fucking coward.

Azriel. Spymaster. Shadowsinger. Death Bringer. The lethal dark of the Night Court had run from a 29-year-old priestess who loved nothing more than to smile and laugh, whose only crime was caring for him. Five centuries of training and death and calm calculation had not prepared him for her innocence and trust. It was dangerous.

The shadowsinger stared at her rain-soaked form huddled in the middle of the training ring, shadows curling around him – begging him to go to her. Even without the moon her skin seemed to glow. It was pinker than usual, likely due to her training underneath the midday sun. His gaze drifted to her hands, long fingers wrapped under her knees. His eyes narrowed as he spied the discoloration of her skin and cracks over her knuckles. He’d assumed that Cassian was exaggerating when he had told him that Gwyn was beating herself bloody, taking out her emotions on every piece of equipment available to her.

That knife of guilt twisted in his gut.

His brother had been waiting outside his room when he’d returned to the townhouse the night before, leaning on the doorframe casually with crossed arms.

“So this is where you run off to when you have too many feelings?”

Cassian had never been known for his tact.

“I’m working, Cassian. It’s quieter –“

“Cut the bullshit, Az. You and I both know that things are quiet and that your spies can more than manage their assignments.” Azriel growled and barged through the door, Cassian on his heels. “And you and I both know that this has nothing to do with your responsibilities to the court and has everything to do with Gwyneth Berdara.”

The shadowsinger halted, suddenly finding the navy silk sheets on his bed very interesting. Anything to avoid looking at the other Illyrian in the room. No matter what mask he slid over his emotions, Cassian could see right through it. Always.

He shook his head and tore his shirt off over his arms, stalking into the bathing room without acknowledging what the general had said. “I’m exhausted, Cassian.”

“Then listen to what I have to say, Az. You listen, then I’ll leave.”

He turned back to his brother, Cassian’s hulking form taking up most of the doorway. The dim fae lights of the bathing room cast shadows that sharpened the angles of his face. His usual mischievous glint had been replaced with resolution and concern. The shadowsinger sighed and motioned for Cassian to speak before turning to lean his hands on the refreshing cool porcelain of the bathtub.

“She’s working herself until she’s black and blue and bleeding. I’ve had to threaten to sideline her twice this week, just so she’ll take a break and tend to herself. Sound like anyone you know?”

Azriel could only sigh and hang his head. Of course it did. It was exactly what he always did to work through his frustration, to battle the demons that chased him out of bed too many nights. It was the reason she had found him in the training right that first night, the beginning of that friendship he’d told her he would uphold.

“I know you, Az. I know you feel guilty for upsetting her. I know what you see inside yourself. But you need to give yourself more credit, and Gwyn, too. Whatever this is, it’s hurting you both. So stop getting in your own way and be honest with her. Both of you can have what you deserve.”

The spymaster didn’t answer but raised his head to gaze at the moonlit garden through the window. He imagined there were lovely summer blooms and leafy vines slithering around the pane of glass – a lovely view for a relaxing summer bath. Cassian’s wings rustled has he turned to leave.

“If you can’t get your shit together and come back to help with training I need to know. The advanced females are having to sacrifice their progress to help with the novices. If I can’t depend on you to be there, I’ll need to find someone else.”

Azriel let out a sardonic laugh. The general knew just how to play him, like a fucking fiddle. He could never stand a jab to his dependability.

“I’ll be back next week.”

It was that conversation that had brought him to the training ring tonight, only to find the copper-haired priestess sitting in the cold rain. Even through the downpour he could smell the salt on her cheeks.

“What brings you here tonight?” he asked, like a useless fool. He knew the reason. Azriel was not the only one with nightmares.

“Same as usual, Shadowsinger.” Gwyn’s voice was tight. “Fourth time since we last spoke.”

He inhaled sharply. It had only been six days since he last saw her, in this very spot. “I thought they were getting better.”

“They were.”

They were.

Those two words hit him like a physical blow, but the white hot brand against his soul was the implication – the words she hadn’t spoken in that voice that was too shaky and small for the Gwyn he knew.

Her nightmares were getting better. But now… worse.

He had done this.

His absence, his cowardice, his stupidity, his darkness. It was his fault. He’d ripped his support away because he was a coward, unable to forgive himself for something her generous heart had forgiven almost as soon as it had happened. She had assured him of that. The sincerity had shone like stars in her incredible eyes. But he hadn’t accepted it. She had considered him a friend, and he had abandoned her to face her darkest memories alone.

Azriel’s eyes stung with the understanding, the wretched self-loathing, and he dared a glance again at those gentle hands he longed to hold. Bruised fingers and cracked skin.

He may as well have put those marks there by his own scarred, cruel, sadistic hands.

“I thought – maybe I just hoped – that I’d find you here one night.”

He swallowed the threatening emotions and could only manage a rasped, “I had work to do.”

“Of course.”

She saw right through him. She always had. Panic and guilt and grief rose like a tidal wave within him. He could never forgive himself for this pain he had caused her – a Carynthian warrior trying to hold herself together in the deluge. He would not forgive himself for the tears that she’d shed, the pain that she’d put herself through to cope.

I miss you, Azriel.

The shadowsinger took a shuddering breath.

Cassian was right. Gwyn deserved so much more than he could ever give, ever be. She was light and joy and he would not let his darkness snuff her out. He was broken, soulless, and cold – death on the wind. The terrible things he had done, would continue to do, would make even the strongest warriors flee in terror. He would not bring any more blood and fear and pain into her life. She deserved happiness and joy, and he deserved suffering and the dark.

They would both get what they deserved.

“You should get inside, Gwyn. The rain is cold and you’re soaked to the bone. Get inside, warm up, and get some rest.” Azriel had no idea how he’d managed that cool, detached voice when his chest was cracking open, allowing the shadows and shame to flood into him. He watched her form, swallowed in waterlogged robes. Everything about her seemed less vibrant in that moment.

“Yes. I will. Soon.”

He waited a moment longer, and when she made no move he stepped back into the stairwell, letting the night cover him. He dared one more glance over his shoulder, heart splintering when she lowered her head to her knees, shoulders shaking.

Azriel bolted down the stairs then, knowing that facing the 10,000 steps down to Velaris would be nothing compared to facing the gut-wrenching sobs he pretended he couldn’t hear.

~~~

Gwyn knew that he could probably hear her, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter.

So she let herself cry – full choking sobs – into her knees. But she didn’t cry for Catrin, or her lost innocence, or for Sangravah. For the first time in a long while she cried for her – this pain, heartbreak at losing someone who had become so dear to her and being powerless to stop it.

Tomorrow would be better, she knew. She had overcome far too much to let this break her. She would survive this, maybe even be better for it.

But tonight she would cry.

Because for the first time in over a year Gwyneth Berdara did not feel strong.

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[myreygn]

What even is college?

summary: Yaku develops unhealthy studying-patterns when the final exams as well as college applications get closer and closer and as his friend and captain, Kuroo feels obliged to help him relax a little.

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The knocking on his door almost startled Yaku enough to make him drop his pen and he rubbed his eyes with an exhausted groan. “Yeah?” God, his voice was all raspy.

“Yakkun? It's me, can I come in?”

Kuroo. Shit. But honestly, what had he expected, not answering any calls or text messages? Yaku leaned back for a moment to regret not simply having sent back an “ok” or a “cant rn, text ya later”, because of course Kuroo would get worried and of course Kuroo would show up to check on him, then he took a big sip of his energy drink in the irrational hope of making himself look a little less tired. Stale. Gross.

“Sure.”

Yaku examined his friend as he entered, or at least the little he could see of him in the dimmed light of the room. Jeans, sneakers, a plain black hoodie. Simple clothes, but they looked pretty fresh and Yaku didn't even want to think of the loose shirt he himself had been wearing for... three days straight? Approximately? Urgh.

“Woah, what's with this darkness, Nosferatu?”

Before the Libero could protest, Kuroo opened the blinds and the bright winter sun light falling in hurt his eyes. The beautiful weather made everything even worse. What time was it again? He turned off the desk light and squinted through the eye-burning brightness at his friend. Messy hair as ever, but at least it looked fluffy and soft, probably freshly showered. Yaku scoffed. Jerk.

“Gosh, you really look like the dead.” Kuroo threw him a mildly concerned glance before turning around again to open the window as well and alright, that did it, the line was crossed.

“What the hell are you doing?! It's fucking cold!”

“Yeah, and your bat cave fucking smells, I can't even breathe. When was the last time you actually left this room?”

“This morning.”

“Did you go the bathroom?”

“I did.”

“Did you get food?���

“I did.”

“Don't lie to me. Whatever you're doing, it can't be more important than eating.” Kuroo leaned over the backrest of his chair to take a look at this books. “What are you doing anyways?”

“Studying.” Or at least he tried to do so. He wasn't really sure about how much of the science stuff he read during the last four hours actually stuck to his brain. Had it been four hours? Three? He still didn't know what time it was. “For college applications.”

“Ah, okay, I see.” Kuroo looked down at him in an almost lurking way and Yaku didn't like it. “You misspelled mitochondrion six times in six different ways on this page alone.”

“Oh, gimme a break.”

“How long have you slept last night?”

That was a very good question. One in which he had no interest answering, or at least answering honestly, because he had already awakened the concerned captain and he really didn't need the reproachfully concerned captain on top of that.

“Uh, I don't know, seven hours?” Minus four and it would've been remotely close to the truth.

“What did I tell you about lying?”

“What did I tell you about opening the window? It's December!”

When he tried to get up, Kuroo pushed him back into the chair with ease (Was he really that limp? Embarrassing.) and tilted his head in that cocky way that could drive everyone absolutely mad. His usual lazy expression wasn't there, instead Yaku was met with a dark stare right into his soul. Creepy.

“Tell me how long you slept and I'll close the window.”

Oh no, he didn't like this at all. Normally he would've just brushed all of this off and pushed Kuroo away, maybe even kicked him and then they would've put on a summer-vibe movie, because Kuroo was a pussy who froze at ten degrees and everything below, and made some hot cocoa. However. He really didn't have the energy to push anything away right now, not to mention lifting his leg, and he also didn't have time for a goddamn movie. Actually, he didn't have time for Kuroo as well. Why was he in here?

“Fuck off, you're not my mom.” Not his strongest comeback, but he had to work with what he got. “Who even let you in?”

“Your mom. Now it's your turn to answer a question.” The captain literally towered over him. Never before had Yaku been so aware of how tall that damn kid was. “How many hours, Yakkun? Just give me a number that is not the amount of liters of energy drinks in your body.”

“69.”

Kuroo just sighed. “Oh Yakkun.” Then, suddenly, he pinned him lightly in his chair and his hands were on Yaku's sides, squeezing and scribbling up and down his torso.

The Libero busted into giggles immediately and he didn't know what was worse; the actual tickling, his incapability of holding back, even though he wasn't that ticklish on his sides, or the fact that the pinning was completely unnecessary for he couldn't have pushed Kuroo off if his life depended on it. Which it did. He was too exhausted for this, he wouldn't be surprised if he just dropped dead.

“Nah- Kuroo! Noho!”

“No can do, buddy. You still haven't given me an honest answer.”

“I did.”

“You suck at lying, did you know that?” Kuroo's moved his hands up a little, making Yaku coil up in his seat as good as possible – anywhere, just away from those awful hands! “Come on, just tell me. I won't be mad, I promise.”

“C-close the window, then I'll tehell you!”

The tickling stopped and Yaku heard how Kuroo moved away from the chair. This was his chance! He jumped up and tried to make his way to the door, only to be grabbed from behind and pulled back just before he could reach for the doorknob.

“Come on, seriously?” The captain shuffled around a little, pushing textbooks and paper out of the way, then Yaku was dropped on the bed and Kuroo towered over him once more. “Dude, that was so sad.”

The Libero looked to the side; the window was closed. Was he really that slow? Had Kuroo really managed to fully close the window and catch him, even though the way from the window to the door was twice as far as the way from the desk to the door and yet... alright, maybe he should really go to bed. But he couldn't-

“Waah! Kuhuroo! Don't, dohohon't!”

Kuroo smirked down at him, prodding his hip and scribbling over the skin that had been revealed by his ridden up shirt, making him twist from side to side to try to avoid the tickling fingers. “You know how to make it stop. Just tell me. How many hours?”

“Suhuck my- three! Oho myhy gahahawd, threhehee!”

“Three hours?” Kuroo moved his hands away from the Libero's ribs  and clicked his tongue. “That's super unhealthy, you know that, right? You have to take breaks.”

“E-easy for you to sahay!”

Kuroo furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

“Nohot everyone is aha genius, you prihick!”

Yaku gasped for air heavily when the tickling stopped again and turned his head to the side so he wouldn't have to look at his friend. He hadn't meant to say what he just said, but who was he kidding, he was tired and the tickle attack only added onto his exhaustion.

“What are you talking about?”

“I have to study, okay? I know you're taking college prep classes and what not, but I'm not on that level, I can't allow myself to strut around and annoy my friends when I should be studying!”

Okay, maybe he was also a little mad. Mad at Kuroo, mad at himself, mad the school system and oh shit, his voice was breaking. Kuroo's weight vanished when his friend climbed off of him and he was pulled into a tight hug.

“Hey, hey hey hey, don't cry, okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset, I'm really sorry. I just...” Kuroo chuckled nervously. “I get it, okay? You think this is the best way to get through exams, but trust me, it's not, holy shit, it's absolutely not! You got time, alright? And you can't just pull through without taking breaks and stuff! It's 'Eat, Sleep, Repeat', not 'Cry, Die, Repeat'.”

Yaku choked out a laugh and dried his tears a little. “I know... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. You work hard too, I get it. I just... I can't fail these damn entrance tests, I just can't, I have to... I have to...”

“No, you don't.” Yaku squeaked and fell back on the mattress when Kuroo's fingers wiggled into his sides once more. “Don't give me that face, you know I'm right. I have to study to get into a good college, but you can easily get a scholarship, Yakkun. You're a kickass Libero!”

Yaku blushed, giggling harder as Kuroo latched onto his ribs once more. He would've rather died than admitting it, but there was a happy feeling settling in his chest and for the first time in forever, he felt pretty relaxed. “I- shuhut up!”

“Never.” Kuroo grinned, visibly catching on his friend calming down. “Even if you don't get into the college of your dreams, so what? What even is college anyway? You're smart, talented, you're a hard worker and you learn really fast! You can start your own business, you can travel the world, Yakkun, you can do anything! Don't stress yourself so much over stupid college.”

“K-Kuroo – stahap! Please!” Yaku felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes, from laughter this time, and his stomach began to ache from laughing too much. He really was exhausted.”

“Not until you admit it. Repeat after me: 'I can do anything'.”

“I cahan do ahahanythihing- Kuroo!”

The captain smiled softly and took his hands of Yaku's hips to gently rub his back when he sat up instead.. “See? That wasn't so hard, was it?”

“You suck.” Yaku breathed heavily and Kuroo waited patiently until he regained his composure. The Libero blushed a little more and almost didn't dare to look him in the eyes, but when he did, they were warm and soft. “But I... I guess I really needed that, so... thank you.”

“I'm always this kind, Mori-kun.”

“Shut up. And then leave, I'm going to bed.”

“Oh no, you're not, not until you take a shower!”

“Okay, okay, I get it, I'm gross.”

“You're disgusting.”

“Yes, thank you for your input, Tetsurou.”

“My pleasure.”

“Get out of my house.”

Yaku chuckled softly as Kuroo dropped a curtsy and weakly threw a pen after him. Maybe not answering any calls and messages hadn't been the worst idea after all. He yawned. Nothing could beat the idea of going to sleep though.

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[yamagucji]

HQ boys with a s/o insecure about their skin

request: Hi! I’m a new follower here! <3 I really like your work so I wanted to ask can I have a request for a gem! S/o or gn! s/o (whatever u like) feeling insecure about their skin because they have skin problems like they itch their skin a lot that creates rashes all over and they have to use multiple medications to try to get it back to normal because they look at their partner or the people around them who has pretty beautiful skin with kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima kei, and akaashi keiji! (I’m sorry if this got too long <3) - @mooniinn

ft: kageyama, tsukishima, akaashi x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of insecurity. uses petnames

KAGEYAMA took some time to learn about your condition, but eventually eased in to the point where he’d be the one to apply cream on your skin. “i just wished i had nice skin like the others,” you mumbled one day. the small dallops of cream felt cold; kageyama dabbed them carefully with his fingertips. he stops after the fourth dallop. “why? it’s already pretty,” he says nonchalantly. “but look at it, tobio.” “so?” he doesn’t quite understand all the fuss. you shouldn’t be comparing yourself to other people, when he already loves you as you are. the motions of his fingers continue again, this time lathering the cream in soft, circular motions. “hey, this cream... it’s not to make you pretty. it’s just to make sure you aren’t hurting yourself. so — ” he cleared his throat. “don’t put your head in the gutter. you’re pretty as is.”

TSUKISHIMA noticed the way you were covering up your arms and legs, even in hot weather. he didn’t question it until he caught the little expressions on your face when the two of you passed by a group of young people at the mall. “something wrong?” tsukishima asked a few moments after, only for him to receive a nothing at all from you. he stands by quietly when you pick out semi-revealing clothes only for you to sigh and put them back. “hey, i think that’ll look pretty on you,” he spoke. “but kei...” “what?” you’re forced to talk about it. “it’ll show my skin and — i don’t know.” you know full well, and so does he. tsukishima has you by a hold of his hand, going back to all the pretty clothes you put back. “you like these, right?” he says without further explanation. “let’s go get them — and you better wear them, you’ll look great either way,” he mumbled the last few words.

AKAASHI’s kisses felt like feather against your skin. a type of warm that was reassuring. “you don’t feel confident about your skin?” he mumbled, looking up at you with soft eyes. “they’re beautiful... i don’t think it changes your worth at all.” though, you contested against him. “but it’s not — it doesn’t look good, keiji. and people always stare at me because of my skin.” it broke him, hearing you talk so lowly about yourself when he thought different. “then, why don’t we try and get you to be more comfortable with yourself? don’t pay attention to them, they’re not relevant.” this time, he pulls you towards him and left a kiss on your forehead. “i think you’re beautiful. but i know that doesn’t change the way you think about yourself. so i’ll be here to help you realize that. okay, angel?”

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[pottersfia]

putting on an act | hp x fem!reader

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warnings: it’s pretty long (for me at least), barely looked over sorry, swearing, fluff, tension😁😁, mention of sex, angst at the end, NO CHO SLANDER‼️‼️

prompts:

5: “DONT COME IN! WE’RE UH- HAVING SEX!”

20: top of head kisses

48: “Ugh our kids are gonna be awesome”

a/n: he looks so hot in this gif bye

through this endeavor, harry had noticed something; you’ve never been on a date together. he figured it probably seemed weird from an outsiders point of view, no one (not even ron and hermione) knew how your relationship started. one day you were known as best friends and the next you were locking hands anytime you were in view of others.

he was honestly nervous of the idea. was he really taking you on a date because of cho or because of you? but on the other hand, it could be an opportunity to somehow strengthen this fake relationship. it was a perfect excuse, if anything it’d be more proof to other that you were actually dating.

you woke up on a saturday morning to the sun shining on your face. you got up, lazily and got ready to go out for breakfast in the great hall.

“good morning, sleepyhead.” harry said to you as you sat next to him.

“good morning.” you yawned and leaned your head in your hand, eating your food.

“today’s a hogsmeade day, hopefully you didn’t forget.” you smiled at harry’s words, glad you’d have a chance to get out.

“you’re right, it is.” you replied.

“i was thinking we could go on a date.” you looked up at him, slightly taken off guard.

“really?” you asked. harry nodded.

“we could go to honeydukes then somewhere else, i don’t know whatever you want.” he said as he turned back to his food. you smiled, the idea of being on a date with him sending butterflies to your stomach.

“yeah, we could go to the three broomsticks and out by the lake after. the weather’s pretty nice today.” he looked back at you with a smile and nod.

“sounds excellent.”

“what sounds excellent?” ron’s voice was suddenly heard as he and hermione sat down.

“we’re going on a date today.” you told them.

“so i’ll be stuck with ronald the whole time?” hermione exclaimed.

“hey! i’m pretty good company if i do say so myself.” he replied.

“keep telling yourself that.”

you and harry laughed at their bickering as the conversations carried on.

you were currently sitting with harry at the three broomsticks, each enjoying a butterbeer.

“you’re telling me you’d want five kids?” you laughed and so did he.

“it’s just a thought, realistically maybe two or three.” he replied.

“i agree, my kids will at least have one sibling.” you nodded. “what would you name them?” harry thought for a moment.

“well i’d definitely want to use my parents names somehow, even if it’s just a middle name.” he said. you smiled.

“i have a whole list of names.” you said.

“of course you do.” he laughed and so did you. “ugh, our kids are gonna be awesome.” you felt your face heat up at the comment and let out another small laugh as you went into a few moments of comfortable silence.

“so, um, how’s the cho situation going?” as much as you wanted to forget any of this was about someone else, you felt obligated to ask. you wanted to know where his feelings were.

“oh, right uh,” he looked up and saw cho enter, how ironic. they shared a quick moment of eye contact and a smile. “ok i think? we’ve only really talked a few times. i don’t know what i’m supposed to do at this point.” you looked between harry and cho with a sigh, taking your last sip of butterbeer.

“why don’t we go now.” you said, harry looked at you and smiled. he stood up and held your hand, walking out with you.

the two of you laid out on a blanket by the black lake, sun shining on your skin and the sound of yours and harry’s soft laughter in the air.

“do we have anymore grapes left?” harry asked you. you sat up and looked at the bowl that sat between you two. there were only two grapes left. you grabbed one of them and looked down at harry.

“open up, potter.” you said. harry sat up and raised an eyebrow at you.

“y/n, we both now your aim is rubbish.” he said. you scoffed and place a hand over your chest in mock offense.

“ouch that one went right to the heart.” he laughed at your act and gestured for you to throw the grape at him. you threw the small fruit and watched as he stared at it with his mouth open just for it to bounce off his forehead and into the grass.

“oops?” you said and you both fell into laughter. you looked at the bowl again and grabbed the last grape. “one last grape left.” you held it out to him. he went to take it from your hand but you pulled away. he looked at you and you shot him a playful smile. he reached again but failed.

the act turned into an all out war filled with teasing and laughter. that was until you stretched your hand up over your head and not realizing how close you were, harry reached for it. in an attempt to move your hand backwards you ended up falling over harry following suit and catching himself on his hands. your laughter stopped as you realized the position you were in. harry was hovering right on top of you. his eyes met yours and his breath hitched as he was unsure of what to do.

the moments you spent staring at each other felt like hours. your mind was racing until you snapped yourself out of it with a nervous laugh.

“uh, harry?” you practically whispered.

“r-right, uh sorry about that.” he said as he sat back up. you sat up, trying to collect yourself after what just happened. you looked at harry to find he was staring blankly at you. you smiled and ate the grape that was still in your hand.

“what-” harry realized what you did and you laughed at his reaction. the two of you laid back down in your previous position, staring at the darkening sky. you lingered in silence.

you could’ve sworn that in the moment you noticed harry checking you out. the image ran back in your head and you noticed how you stared down at your lips. was it possible he actually liked you? he was being pretty distant from cho. you needed to find out for yourself.

harry was conflicted. practically the whole day he had let his mind wonder on to the idea of being with you but it was always interrupted by reality. at the three broomsticks the presence of cho snapped him out of it, during the picnic “date” your teasing and comments that he interpreted as friendly banter interrupted it, and just now the moment you shared being cut short interrupted it. all he wanted to do in that moment was lean down and kiss you but he couldn’t. he would never do something to ruin your friendship.

“if i’m being honest, being in a relationship is a nice change from being single.” harry’s words interrupted the silence. you turned your head to him.

“really? why’s that.” you asked, amused. he shrugged.

“i don’t have to deal with the constant weird tension around other girls. most of them have backed off.” he turned to look back at you.

“ok mr. chosen one.” you laughed. “you’re welcome for helping with your female attention problem.”

“ok, when you say it like that it’s weird.” he laughed back. you shook you’re head, sitting up.

“it’s getting pretty late.” you commented. harry sat up too.

“yeah.” he stood up and so fid you. he picked up the bowl as you grabbed the blanket, folding it in your hands. you turned back to harry with a small smile, looking up at him.

“thanks for spending the day with me.” harry smiled back. he took a step closer to you and kissed the top of your head. your face heated up.

“n-no problem. you’re great company.” you held his hand and the two of you made your way back to the castle that is hogwarts.

•••

it was sunday night and the infamous weasly twins had the idiotic idea to throw their normally done on friday common room party.

you had to admit you were looking pretty good. the time you spent with harry on saturday really seemed to boost your mood so you wore your favorite outfit and let loose with your friends, get a little tipsy, and dancing the night away.

harry was practically drooling over you. it was one of the rare times he let himself really look at you. he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face.

“oi, mate we exist too, ya know.” he felt the person tap his arm and looked back to see seamus with a cheeky grin. ron, dean, and neville shared the same look as they stared at him.

“what?” he said. they laughed and shook their heads. harry suddenly saw you walking towards him.

“harry!” you practically screamed.

“hello y/n.” he chuckled.

“you need to stop being a boring wallflower and dance with m-” you tripped a bit over your feet and spilled whatever was in that cup of yours on yourself. “oh no!” you exclaimed.

“godric y/n, uh,” he grabbed the cup away from you. “why don’t you get changed into something else, there’s a big red stain on you.”

“yes i can see that.” you whined. harry put an arm around your shoulder and led you to your dorm room. you opened the door and fell on your bed.

“ugh it’s so comfortable.” you sighed. harry laughed and kneeled next to you.

“do you wanna ho back out there?” he asked you. you sat back up and nodded vigorously. “get changed then.” you nodded again and went you your draws to get something new. without thinking twice, you began undressing.

“woah woah, y/n! i’m still here.” harry quickly turned around. you laughed.

“oops.” was your only comment. suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Y/N! ARE YOU THERE?!” you heard one of your friends calling for you. you covered your body with the clothes you held, you and harry sharing panicked looks.

“u-uh YOU MIGHT NOT WANT TO OPEN THE DOOR!” you yelled back.

“YEAH D-DONT COME IN! WE’RE UH- HAVING SEX!” harry yelled after you, instantly regretted his words. you looked at him in disbelief and he shrugged.

“oh, I’LL BE GOING THEN, um SORRY!” they yelled back.

“really? we’re having sex?” you questioned.

“it was the first thing i thought of!” he replied. you shook your head.

“i bet you’d like to fuck me, huh?” you smirked. harry’s eyes went wide.

“what?” he asked. you laughed again as you opened your bathroom door and closed it to change.

•••

eventually you and harry got back to the party. you promised him you wouldn’t drink any more and went back to dancing.

after a while you found yourself sat down on a couch, listening to your friends nonsense conversation. in the corner if your eye you saw harry walking out of the common room. this was your chance. you stood up and followed him. you were going to ask harry about his feelings, maybe even confess your own. what’s the worst that could-

and there it was.

you saw harry kissing someone. but it wasn’t just someone, it was cho. you were in shock. you knew to cho’s knowledge he was in a relationship, but cho wasn’t what bothered you; it was harry. any hope that he liked you back was down the drain.

cho opened her eyes for a brief second and that’s when she saw you. she instantly pulled away. harry looked at her confused then followed her gaze and saw you. you looked like you were gonna break down in tears.

“y/n,” harry said. you ran away.

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