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nab1wuzhere · 1 day ago

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Magnetic

“You wouldn’t look at me.”

“I saw plenty.”

“In my eyes.”

“…Does it matter?”

summary:

Bakugo Katsuki, No. 3 Hero in the charts, massive amounts of tan girls, always invited to galas, events, and even award shows along side his peers, but he has never once gotten a dating scandal in his whole career.

Has never even looked in a woman's direction. So you can be certain he won't change his actions when artist Y/N is invited to sing at a private Christmas Gala hosted for hero's to celebrate the season and a year well done of duties...right?

Singer, artist, model Y/N, has it all. Looks, wealth, awards, friends, family, and boyfriends.. her music revolves around her relationships and past relationships along with her mental health that she speaks about through her music. She gets asked to gigs almost every day but few are lucky to book her, when her team gets a request for the Christmas Hero Gala which is highly exclusive, she immediately agrees to entertaining the hero's, excited for the night she doesn't realize she caught a certain man's attention in the back of the crowd..

• slow burn - secret pining - romance - bold Y/N, shy Katsuki - vice versa - celebrity!y/n x aged up!katsuki

• following contains, eventual smut, mentions of suicide, alcohol, mental illness, heavy party scenes and probably more !

• 18+ only!! this is your warning

• the rest of the celebrities mentioned in this series i do not take credit for, and the songs mentioned all writing ownership belongs to them! i do not take credit except for this fan fiction!

!! just a friendly reminder this is all fake, simply my imagination placed into writing !!

Chapter one

intro

After Kirishima left Katsuki alone in his hotel, Katsuki much to his dismay went through a whole social media dive on Y/N. Research, is what he told himself when he scrolled through her Instagram. Photo dumps from her and her friends, including a few actors Katsuki was familiar with, a picture of her dog, Bell, a candid photo of her in the studio, headphones placed on her head.. 'She's pretty' he thought but quickly brushed it away.

Yeah, Katsuki was extremely private when it came to his love life, so what? Was that a crime? Not at all, he had a disgust for the media and he sure as hell didn't want strangers all up in his personal life, it's how he has always been even from his UA days.

All of a sudden his phone started blowing up from the group chat he had with his friends. Kirishima sent a video from some Hollywood website, headlined "Y/N seen getting off at an airport in Japan". the video showed Y/N in a baseball cap wearing all black and a few bodyguards surrounding her, screams were blasting from his phone, flashes bouncing off her as she walked keeping her head down.

"For fucks sake.." Katuski scowled at the video, where's the humanity in following someone around? God he hated paparazzi.

Buzz Buzz.

Shitty Hair - OH GOD! this was today! she's here in Japan!

Raccoon Eyes - EEEK! I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW, WHAT DO YOU THINK SHE'LL WEAR?!?!

Bob Head - oh god! that's a lot of pap.. i hope she's okay :(

Nerd - Yeah.. I'm sure someone like her is used to it but, wouldn't that get a little draining?

He hated to admit it, but Deku was right, shit, having people scream your name everywhere you go has got to get tiring.

Shitty Hair - yeah, I'm sure it is tiring, but that's what you get in that industry, hell guys even we get that

Shitty Hair - …but seriously, I think she's gonna wear black

Pump Legs - She's definitely wearing red

Raccoon eyes - I SECOND THAT!!!!!

Shitty Hair - NO?!?

Shitty Hair - Katsuki! what do you think?

- i’m not participating.

Dunce Face - the obvious answer is green

Pump Legs - Wanna bet?

Shitty Hair - KATSUKIIIIIII

- white.

Shitty Hair - WHITE?!

Bob Head - waaaiiiittt cause i can see it..

Aaaand that was Katsuki's queue to exit the group chat, he scoffed to himself and was just about to go shower but curiosity got the best of him. He groaned before googling her name. Pictures and articles popped up of her when one of them caught his eye. "BREAKUP?! Y/N and Cole Malter’s 1 year relationship comes to a CLOSE" Katsuki's interest was peaked and he clicked on the link, scrolling down pictures of Y/N at red carpets were displayed, a tall guy with black hair and a cocky look in his eye was seen standing next to her. A very obvious grip on her waist. Katsuki narrowed his eyes and thought, ‘Who even is this guy?’ before realizing he was an actor on a popular sci-fi show Deku was once talking to Sero about during one of their movie nights. He could tell immediately this Cole guy was an asshole, just by the way his lips curved up into a smug grin and again that tight possessive grip on Y/N's waist. Katuski glanced over at Y/N trying to read her expression but was only met with a bright smile that creased the corner of her eyes a little.

Scrolling down on the article, according to a source Cole's very “open” drug addiction was one of the reasons for the split. A video was attached bellow showing Y/N and Cole late at night in LA by a crosswalk, Cole was clearly drunk out of his mind as he threw himself on her while laughing. Y/N's face was anything but happy. You see her shaking her head at him before turning him as she spoke, Cole throws his arms up in a defensive way, but Y/N keeps at it. She moves her hands in a expressive manner as Cole lights up a cigarette, seconds later he puffs smoke directly in her face..

Y/N stands there no longer speaking and turns back in front of her with a blank expression on her face, Cole laughing, no remorse shown. The video ends there.

Katsuki scrolls to the comments,

user62946: omfg it's so obvious he's high on TOP of being drunk.

y/nforpresident: what an ASS. I would've dumped him too.

maggieisabbi: when I see stuff like this I always think if people were dropped on their head as baby

reply/user72048: LOLLLLLL

kentuckyfriedchicken: didn't he just get out of rehab too??? how long has this been going on

deluluisthesolulu: I feel awful for her, my partner for 3 years was a druggie, by far most draining experience EVER. glad she got out when she did.

Kastuki shut his phone off after reading a couple more comments. A pang of sympathy rushed through him for her, he immediately clocked it and shook his head, he has no relation to her, tomorrow night will be the first and last time they ever crossed paths.

"Why do I even care?"

Y/N was awoken by a knock on her door, her manager, Crystal and long time best friend came through after announcing it was her. Y/N groaned dramatically when Crystal pulled the curtains open, the sun stinging her eyes immediately.

"CRYSTALLL."

"Wake up hun, we gotta get you ready for tonight."

Y/N's eyes opened at that, when her team got a request for her performance a month ago she was thrilled to say the least, she loved gala's and being able to have more domestic performances like she was just another girl with a voice.

"Uh?? Hello!! Yes!", was the first thing she said when Crystal pitched the idea to her.

Y/N was a big fan of the heroes and felt like her dreams were coming true when she realized she would meet some of her favorite ones! Not realizing they were just as excited to meet her.

After an hour of hair she was now sat down on a high chair, her makeup team working away their magic, she texted her mom letting her know how the preparations were going. A text came up from Cole, Y/N stared at it her stomach swarming with anxiety, she swiped the text away not even bothering to read what he had texted. With a deep breath she shut her phone off and focused on getting ready.

"Was that Cole?", Crystal asked with a hint of worry.

Y/N shook her head, "Doesn't matter, when I go back to LA I'll deal with him then.."

Cyrstal stayed silent, fiddling with her bracelet, "Just.. be careful? This isn't the first time he's come crawling back and-"

"I've got it handled Crys."

"-No I know it's just.." she sighed looking deeply into Y/N's eyes, "guard yourself, don't succumb back into what he wants."

Y/N extended a hand, holding Crystals hand with a small squeeze, "I won't."

Crystal smiled, “Good, now chop chop people we have to be out the door and on our way to the venue in less than thirty minutes!!”

Y/N smiled, Crystal completely back on manager duty, her mind went back to Cole, thinking about the last in person conversation they had.. Cole was almost on his knees asking her not to leave him, but she was too tired to continue on with him and his actions, she didn’t care about her image, if Cole needed her by his side during his recovery out of his addiction she would, and she was, but he just wasn’t meeting her halfway, and in the end the only person getting hurt was her.

“Hey babes?”, Kelly, her makeup artist spoke up, “I’m intrigued, who are you most excited to meet tonight?”

Y/N was pulled out of her daze and smiled brightly, “Now there’s a question I want to be asked! ..Hmm, honestly? I adore Red Riot, his quirk is so coool!! His whole friend group seems like such sweet people”

Crystal jumped in, “Oh yeah, i read somewhere they all went to the same hero school, UA or something”

Kelly nodded, “Yeah the top 3 hero’s are in that group as well… gonna be completely blunt, that Shoto hero…? Such a good looking guy”

Y/N snickered while Crystal laughed, “Oh my gosh let’s talk about it, that guy you mentioned Y/N, Red Riot? He could do whatever he wanted to me and I’d thank him”

“Haha-! What the hell Crystal?!”

Crystal and Kelly laughed along with some of the other staff working who overheard the girls conversation

After Kelly stopped laughing she asked, “What about you? Who do you find attractive from all the hero’s?”

Y/N shook her head, “No way in hell am i answering that-”

“Awww come onnnn!”

“No!”

“Please?!”

Y/N sighed, a small smile betraying her, “Uhm.. well Dynamight’s pretty cute-”

A squeal from the two girls pierced Y/N’s eardrums, “Oh my god shut up both of you! Aren’t we on a time crunch? I’m still with the same unblended concealer I had five minutes agooo!”

Crystal shook her head grinning before clapping her hands and ordering people around, Y/N smiled as a giggle escaped her and Kelly.

“Isn’t Dynamight the really loud and brash one? I heard he once cussed out a reporter on live television”

Y/N nodded, “Yeahh.. but that reporter did ask him a really stupid, out of the box question, so i think it’s completely valid”

“Yeah but doesn’t he like hate is fans or something? Anytime he’s at fan signs he always look so miserable”

Y/N pressed her lips, “You know he once saved two children from an apartment complex that was on fire and was about to crumble within seconds? He even helped an old lady at the grocery store cross the road because she was afraid to make cars stop for long just so she could go?” she paused for a moment, “Does he sometimes come off as loud? aggravated? mean? yeah, but so do we, that man has seen things and experienced things we couldn’t even imagine,” she ends with a shrug, “I’m just not convinced he’s truly like that”

Later into the evening Y/N was behind a secluded corner, preparing herself as she was about to go on stage and sing for the heroes she peaked out a curtain to see everyone gathered around, shes preformed in front of filled to the brim stadiums, always feeling confident beforehand and right about now she needed some of that confidence.

This was a more domestic appearance, they didn’t come here to see her, she came here to be the one to bring on a show for them and bring it well.

“You are 3 minutes till entrance Ms Y/N”, spoke out a tech staff that was helping for the night, she thanked them and noticed they were still lingering, “Is something the matter?”

“Oh! No- no i just- well, could i get a picture?”

Y/N smiled, “Of course!”

She finished up with the staff and began to take deep breaths to ease her stress

Suddenly microphone feedback rang in the air and a rough voice spoke out, it was All Might, one of the greatest hero’s about to make a speech.

“Ahem, hello everyone good evening, it’s good to see everyone here and thriving.” applause erupted, “As you know this year was filled with its challenges, hardships and struggles.. a lot of you have been placed in situations where some of us couldn’t handle. Some were forced to make difficult decisions, some of us easy ones.., but at the end of it we completed what we chose to do, and that was make the world a safer place.” applause filled the room a second time, “Now, it is time to relax, celebrate the holiday season, enjoy friends and old faces we haven’t seen in a while and most of all, pat one another on the back for yet another great year of hero work!!” some heroes let out whistles and cheers

“Now i won’t bore you any longer and skip to the part i know we all.. have been waiting for, ladies and gentlemen! Please give a loud and warm welcome to the woman who is by far the voice of this generation.. Ms Y/N!!”

Y/N’s heart felt like it got squeezed at the lovely compliment given to her, All Might stepped off the stage and the lights going completely off, a few gasps let out, she walked out onto the stage, careful not to trip, standing in front of the mic stand, her iconic jeweled microphone in her hand.

Flash

The lights came back on in an instant revealing Y/N standing in a beautiful while shimmer dress, her curled hair draping down her back, her cheeks rosy, her eye shadow glittering from the lights, a smile peaking out from her glossy lips.

“Heroes how we doing tonight!?”

Applause was not hesitated the minute she spoke. As the music began to play, a familiar christmas chime filling everyone’s ears, Y/N looked around the crowd seeing everyone’s faces and smiling before her eyes locked on dark red ruby ones, the eyes no doubt belonged to him.. Katsuki Bakugo.

authors note:

never in my whole time of being here on tumblr would i ever think i would have the guts to publish something, and when i finally do it received a lot of love and attention! (at least in my eyes)

seriously all the love from the intro made me so happy and i’m glad you all love it!! as requested here is a taglist! comment if you want to be added as well :}

ps. look out for a moodboard i’ll be posting! ;}

@d1orhaz3 @stoned-anime-babe @yjploum @penguinsravioli @mutsu422 @anonymity-222

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castillon02 · 5 hours ago

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Tim reviews Jason's operations management and makes a suggestion.

"Your first move: hire a head of sanitation," Tim said.

"You think a janitor's gonna solve my suddenly-successful-startup problems? What, by sweeping them away?" Jason rolled his eyes.

Tim steepled his fingers. “The good news,” he said, “is that your drug distribution and community norms enforcement hierarchy is very clear. You also have people doing marketing, program management, HR, facilities, and admin. Your system of rotating duties when people get injured isn’t bad—people generally benefit from cross-training—but you should formalize the top positions and compensate your new leadership team. Including sanitation.”

“Sure, sure, I'll just tell one of my guys their job is to be head shit-scrubber instead of a badass neighborhood protector!" Jason threw up his hands.

Tim raised his eyebrows.

“It’s bad enough getting them to clean up a crime scene when they’re on my literal shit list! A couple of them thought that lighting the building on fire was an easier way to get it to stop smelling bad and having DNA. Guess who had to add five new slides to his powerpoint about evidence disposal?" Jason glared.

Tim grimaced. "I had an intern in the office who thought that he could just throw trash off his desk for the cleaning staff to pick up."

He and Jason shared a commiserating look that silently said, We were both stupid enough to work with the League of Assassins, and even we wouldn't do that.

“Anyway," Tim continued, "since you're dealing with...that...you can just hire an outside party. Lots of people in Gotham know how to clean up dead bodies and keep their mouths shut. I can advertise the position and send you the likeliest candidates for an interview. I’ll have to incorporate you, of course, but I’ve had the paperwork ready since I got back from the Middle East.”

“Incorporate me?”

“Red Hood LLC, technically."

Jason's breathing became calculatedly even.

"Once you’re legit in the eyes of the law, we can work on squaring away everyone’s taxes and keep you from getting Capone’d.”

“I’m as legit as one of Two-Face’s two-dollar bills!”

“Yeah, but when you’re an LLC, all your crimes are white-collar crimes, and no one cares about those.” Tim shrugged.

“...Pretty sure that’s not how that works, bud.”

“It’s how the court of public opinion works. And if anyone tries to say that Red Hood, CEO of Red Hood LLC, and Red Hood, notorious vigilante, are the same person? Tell them to prove it. So what if you have the same outfit? It’s a free country and people can wear what they want. And if they ever get your DNA results, Oracle says no they didn't.”

Jason tilted his head and started smiling. "You want Red Hood to be the Scarlet Pimpernel and Percy Blakeney. At the same time."

"The more blatant you are about it, the better. Rub elbows with Gotham's elite and tell them that you can't imagine why someone would let a Crime Alley vigilante ruin their ability to wear a red hood as a fashion statement, but in your company, people have spines. Especially when they're job creators. If you play your cards right, red headgear will be back in fashion."

"And then?"

"And then," Tim's eyes gleamed, "you start selling merch."

"Oh, shit." Jason's smile turned into a full-on smirk.

"On a sliding scale, of course."

"Those nepo babies are gonna pay me so much money to look cool."

Tim smiled. "And that's how hiring a head shit-scrubber is going to mitigate your high growth and cash flow problems."

#castillon writes #batfam #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #is Tim also doing this because he wants backup at fancy galas. maybe!#is he also ALSO doing this because then Red Hood will hire local artists and it will give Jason and Damian an excuse to Bond Over Art #could be!#is he also also ALSO doing this because he wants to see Bruce's face #definitely #is he also also also ALSO doing this because Hood's crime scenes smell bad and Tim's the one who has to investigate them?#shhhh. listen. it's a service to all of Gotham at this point.

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wernher-von-brawny · 8 hours ago

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I don't refute any of this, but I keep seeing everyone miss one big — hyu-u-uge, even — central point of Trump: he's a celebrity.

He's been a famous villain since the 80s, being hated on by Spy magazine, bragging on Letterman about "unloading" his first wife, and playing J.R. Ewing from behind his game-show desk on the Apprentice.

The American public has been trained for decades to see him as a TV character, and to understand that, as a TV character, all the horrible things he says and does have the same fictional weight as Wile E. Coyote trying to kill the Road Runner.

I ask you to consider the possibility that “Leopards Won’t Eat MY Face” voters are simply too brain-dead to understand the difference between showbiz and governance, or the personal consequences that may follow.

Yes, there's a moral culpability to supporting Trump. No question.

And there is no doubt that there are plenty of his supporters who are actual, informed and consenting racists, Nazis, white supremacists, and other flavors of conservative.

But to claim that ALL Trump voters — let alone half of America, which is like, 150 million people — made a full-throated and conscious commitment to evil, is to ignore the impact of decades of conditioning by American media.

The mass media have spent decades hypnotizing the American public into a mental fog. They've been trained to disconnect what they see on TV from actual, physics-based reality.

And as a result, rather than look at policy proposals and historical cause & effect, many — if not most — simply choose a team in the election, and wait to see how it plays out on Game Day.

So, are all Trump voters damned to hell? Well, barring a deathbed repentance, probably yes. Sorry, I don't make the rules.

But they were damned less by intention than by stupidity. They were damned, in my opinion, less by a personal commitment to white supremacy, and more by an inability to distinguish fiction from reality.

Give them 25% responsibility for their vote, but for a goodly portion of Trump’s 80 million, about 75% of the fault lies with a media, education system, and political system that has intentionally inflicted intellectual malnutrition on the population for sake of ratings, population control, and a myriad of other sinister and malicious reasons.

Or at least, that's what I choose to believe. It helps me sleep at night.

Heartbreaking.

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experimentalmadness · 2 days ago

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The Last of Regret

A little Emmrich/Rook fluff near the end of the game. I thought a certain moment could have used some more power so I gave it a go. We do love seeing a slightly more disheveled and panicked Emmrich, after all.

I'm being a bit vague on details because it contains massive endgame spoilers if you haven't finished the game. Suffice to say. If you want some good Emmrich and Rook hurt/comfort and angsty fluff, I've got what you need.

There was no air here.

No sound. Not even the whisper of wind.

All color had lost its saturation.

There was no warmth, nor was it cold. And still Sivan shivered, hugging herself. This was not like the rest of the Fade. And this was all there was. All that there was ever going to be. Forever. One long endless looping staircase with only the dead for company.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, eyes closed. She couldn’t feel if she was crying. Her heart hurt, but all sensation had lost its bite. She wished she could cry. Or scream. How long had she been walking in circles?

Varric told her she had to let go. She had to accept what had happened, but how could she when this was all her fault? She should have stopped Varric from confronting Solas, she should never have sent Harding out with such a small team, and Bellara….she hadn’t been fast enough. She should have caught her, should have chopped off the blight tendril before it had snatched her away.

Too late now. She was just some stupid city elf up against literal gods. Why did she think she could win? She was never good for anything. She’d failed Varric, failed her own city, failed…oh no. No, she couldn’t think of Emmrich. Not now. If she thought about him she’d sink to the ground and never get up again.

C’mon kid, what did I just say?

”It’s too hard!” She cried. “I’m not ready!”

No one’s ever ready, but you can’t stay here.

Varric wasn’t really here. It was only in her head. All of it had only ever been in her head. Stupid, stupid; should have known Solas would play tricks on her. Should have seen it coming. But the part of her that could hear Varric knew he was right. She couldn’t stay here. Even if she couldn’t defeat the gods she couldn’t fade away in this prison. A clean death, a good death in a fight, that was the way to go. Not disappearing like this.

As if tugging her boots through swamp mud, Sivan made herself climb the endless looping stairs. She did not look up. It would be Harding’s face again, Varric’s, Bellara’s, even her own parents’ and she couldn’t face them. Couldn’t let them see her like this. Failure, worthless, mistake…

I thought I felt it over here!

The sound was far away. “Lucanis?” Just another memory, another lie.

It’s faint, but he’s definitely on to something.

”Neve?”

Sivan stopped, looking around. But the expanse was as gray and devoid of life as ever. Maybe that was all there was. Echoes. But her heart stirred.

The Fade is distinctly thin here.

”Emmrich?!” There was no mistaking it that time. She had heard his voice. Bright, with his usual encouragement, but with a note of unmistakable panic that sent her running up the rapidly forming fade-steps. “Emmrich!”

Did you hear that?

That was Davrin! She could hear them! It wasn’t just the hollow sorrow eating her alive.

The Fade shimmered ahead and Sivan felt air in her lungs for the first time. A sheen of white glinted against the gray. Just like the small Fade tears she had seen so many times before. There was hope here, fragile and wild and oh it was so good to feel something, anything outside of the crushing regret.

She went running into the white tear and the solid arms that caught her.

I’ve got her!

We’ve all got her. Pull!

Sivan spilled out into the bright light. Her heartbeat resumed in her ears, the blood in her veins moved again, and she could feel. Everything. The colors of the Lighthouse almost made her shield her eyes. Her lungs felt as if they would burst.

But she was out.

On the crumbling courtyard stones.

And she was certain she was alive.

“Rook!” Davrin laughed in astonishment and it was such a good sound, such a pure sound.

It was then she realized the arms around her had not let her go, but were in fact squeezing ever tighter. “Darling, my darling…”

Sivan wrapped her still nerveless arms as tight as she could around Emmrich. He was real. Her hands went over the back of his coat, up to his jaw, her fingers skimming through his gray hair. He was here. She kissed him even though she knew how particular he was when it came to public displays of affection. She didn’t care. She had to feel him, had to make sure this wasn’t another one of Solas’ endless tricks.

He returned her kiss with such fervor she was grateful she was already kneeling on the cobblestones. Her eyes spilled over with tears. He crushed her to him as if needed to check if she was as much a reality as she herself doubted. She didn’t care if she couldn’t breathe.

“Think we could give ‘em some fucking privacy?” Sivan could have laughed at Taash’s words but her mind was far too jumbled. Everything was so bright, so loud, so solid.

But Emmrich was all warmth and safety and familiarity. Already he pressed light kisses against her cheeks, the tip of her nose, under each eyelid, and with each she felt a little more real. “Extraordinary as ever, dearest,” he said softly. “Only you could return from the very Void itself.”

“A prison,” she gasped, trying to order her thoughts. How to even begin to explain? “For the gods. Solas…he…”

”Breathe,” Emmrich commanded gently, a hand on either side of her face. “Slowly.”

His dark eyes were welcoming, guiding—was he crying? She flailed in a poor attempt to reach out for him again, but he held her still. His chest rose and fell in a deep rhythm that she felt compelled to mimic. The tightness in her lungs eased in pieces. Emmrich brushed the curls from her eyes and when she felt less like she was choking she let herself relax against him, tucking her head under his chin.

“Darling, should I take us inside? You would be far more comfortable if—“

”No,” Sivan said against his coat, burrowing as deeply as she could, curling around herself. “Stay. Please.”

”But you’re shivering.”

”No’m not.” Her teeth chattered.

“Rook, it is a delight to have you contradict me again, even though I admit I have no desire to let you go as yet,” Emmrich said with a laugh that sounded so tired, so grateful. “I thought that I might not…that—to have the last things we said to one another be that horrid argument…”

Sivan reached up and placed a tentative finger against his lips. “Love you too much to care about that.”

“What?”

Her dear man looked so shocked. And how Sivan adored those looks of bewilderment when she would sneak in a compliment here and there. His tear-stained eyes went wide. “Was scared to say that before, too,” she admitted. “Everyone I ever loved, they’ve…”

It was his turn now to stop her thoughts from spirling. The blanket void of regret was going to be hard to shake, Sivan realized with a pang.

Emmrich hushed her, his fingertips skating down her cheek. She knew when he was studying her. His deep look of intent and awe stilled some of her shivering. Perhaps she shouldn’t have said it so suddenly. Stupid! She should have planned it out better. Made some sort of occasion out of it as he no doubt would have.

“Say it again, dearest. Please.”

His faint, pleading voice undid the last string of regret tied about her heart. Sivan smiled. “I love you.”

Emmrich swallowed up her words with a kiss that nearly knocked her backwards. Heat pooled within her as she tried to match him. This, oh this was never something she would ever take for granted. The sterile edges of what that prison had done to her sloughed off.

“To think you lost only to hear you say that,” Emmrich said as Sivan rubbed her forehead to his, taking comfort in simply sharing the same breath. “You truly are indomitable, Rook. One of the many reasons I love you, too.”

Her face hurt from smiling. When was the last time she’d heard those words? When was the last time anyone had ever loved her? Ghosts now, all ghosts, but Emmrich was here. Alive. And wholly hers.

“I think I can stand now,” she said. Her body was still shaking, but from something other than grief.

“Then I will help you up, my love.”

#Emmrich Volkarin #emmrich x rook #DATV #Sivan Mercar #I am sick over this man #I am deeply unwell and everyone else needs to get infected

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soli-nepenthe · 2 days ago

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Searing Touch (rewrite/divergent)

characters: Sylus/fem!MC (though can also be read as GN. 2nd per. POV)

genre: angst/comfort/slightest hints of fluff/vague ptsd?

warnings: angst, mild use of profanity, injury, slight religious reference./ minor allusion to No Way Out story.

word count: ~ 2600!

author's note: This is just my self-indulgent take on how the story could have gone as I felt MC and the banter in the original was disjointed and disappointing. After Sylus's sacrifice, he deserved better treatment than what he got. Hopefully, I amended some of those faults with this attempt. I hope you all enjoy reading!

Somewhere in the Northern District, Linkon City.

Sylus’s Apartment.

It was 3:00 AM by the time you decided to give up on sleep.

What should have been an infernally tedious Monday night had haphazardly turned sideways.

In theory, it had been a simple surveillance and retrieval mission – nothing outside of your hunter’s repertoire. According to your team’s intel, it was a clean smuggling setup with two main parties….

Hours later, you sat in the dimly lit living room of one of Sylus’s secure hideouts, still fretting over the small details of how you mishandled the evening. Sleep evaded you now, as it sometimes did, whenever you felt overwhelmed. If the mission wasn’t an outright failure–it was due to his interference. And the reason you could still mull over it—well, that was also because of him.

Closing your eyes, you recalled the terrible impressions shard by broken shard – the oppressiveness of the white smoke from the stunning device as it blotted out your surroundings to the staccato of gunfire from different directions, and then the weight of his body rolling over yours as he shielded you from further harm.

You knew the reasons why he waved off your concern of going to the hospital, but still, you worried for him. Without question, he had gambled his life for yours. And you felt miserable and thankful all at the same time. Of course, the life of a hunter straddled the border of life and death on any given day, but this was the first time a routine mission without Wanderers would have cost you greatly.

You recognized that your thoughts were starting to take a dangerous turn….

There was no comfort in a “what if”.

Rising from the couch, you went to look for where he might be.

All three bedrooms turned out to be finely furnished but devoid of his presence.

The sound of running water behind a closed door soon drew your attention. Getting no response from knocking, you ventured to turn the knob anyway.

He had his back to you when you entered, the steam curling away to reveal bloodied rags and gauze littered about him as he blindly struggled to clean his wounds.

Another anvil settled heavily on your heart at the desperate sight.

You blinked back the stinging sensation building behind your eyes and clawing up your throat, trying to find that sangfroid you had always prided yourself on. Turning to find a light switch on the wall, you pressed it, where it automatically raised the blinds to the only window in the bathroom.

Cool, silvery moonlight poured in, bathing half of his naked torso, his pale body now emulating the appearance of sculpted marble. The only difference, of course, were the scars and open wounds–your own personal Saint Sebastian.

“Sylus…let me help you.”

“Ah, kitten. I…I had a feeling…. you would come around.”

His voice sounded strained though you could tell he was trying to be jovial, perhaps for your benefit.

The lights above the vanity flared brighter once you found the right switch.

“Tell me, what can I do to help?”

He fumbled with the gauze in his hand, dropping the roll into the sink.

“Think….ugh…you can help me…take out this shrapnel?”

Out of habit, you nodded, knowing that he couldn’t possibly make out your gesture of assent. Taking the tweezers carefully from his hand, you guided him to sit on the edge of the tub while you made a quick assessment of the items you would need from the open first aid box.

Your knowledge of wound care was rudimentary at best, but you decided that you would do all that you could if it would ease the deep furrow of his brow or erase the grimace he tried to disguise as a cavalier smile.

After rinsing your hands and prepping the tweezers, you resolved to keep in mind Zayne’s advice regarding situations like these— a level head will serve you better; try to always be calm.

“Stay as still as you can. And move only when I tell you to. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Very well.” he rasped, uncharacteristically obedient. “Wish I could…appreciate the sight of you as my personal nurse, heh.”

Apart from his pained but steady breaths, removing the pieces of shrapnel and cleaning and bandaging the wounds was slow, silent work. You half-expected him to playfully chide you for being so grave and meticulous in your ministrations, but sensing the seriousness of your intent, he did nothing to break the fragile stillness that encompassed you both.

You only hoped that your efforts would help him self-heal faster.

It was almost the same that time too…

Your hands had almost faltered on the last wound—a particularly nasty one–but despite how nervous you felt in suturing the gash, he encouraged you instead of pushing you away. Though you shared a small history together from varied run-ins these past few months, no one could deny that you both had been through quite a lot together. The vulnerability he showed you now was worlds apart from before.

As you finished cleaning up, you tried to regain some sense of equanimity back, if only to string together a few commonplace words.

“All done. You…should be fine. I hope.”

Without meaning to, you stumbled backwards in the direction of the sink, but he reached for you with his good arm before your back could hit it. He pulled you to the safety of his warm body.

“Kitten, you’re shaking.”

He was looking down at you, his expression twisted in concern for you.

“I’m sorry. Maybe…maybe things are starting to catch up to me now.”

“Come with me then.”

You weren’t sure if it was just muscle memory or if his sight had returned to normal, but he led you with little difficulty to his bedroom. He sat you on his bed.

“I’ll get you some water.”

“Are your eyes better now?”

“I can make out shapes in the shadows, more or less. Don’t worry your pretty head about it.”

As you waited, you took note of the twinkling city lights from his bedroom window where they suffused the room with a weak, ghostly light. The moon was hidden now by dark wisps of cloud. From up here, it was hard to believe that such a beautiful view could hide a sinister web of greed and lawlessness…

Once he returned, you took long sips of water from an ornate glass meant to hold liquor.

When you were done, you set it on the nightstand next to the bed.

“How are you feeling?” The kindness in his voice had tears welling up in your eyes.

That honest question alone had always been and would always be your undoing, no matter who asked it.

“Ahem, well…less thirsty,” he sat close to you, extending his good arm to rub small but comforting circles on your back, “but mostly repentant. And thankful, of course.”

You rubbed away the tears that had annoyingly come in full force now, despite your wish to hold back the deluge of emotions.

“I’ve told you this already,” he reached out with his wounded hand to catch your tears, “...don’t ever feel ashamed to be yourself in front of me. Cry all you want. You need to.”

“I don’t know…how….how can you be so…?”

You paused, failing to hold in another sob.

You understood his point about catharsis. But logically, it made no sense to you how the person meant to comfort was now being comforted. There were so many things that you had wanted to say, things that he needed to hear from you, but something inside held you captive from uttering a word.

Unsure of why, he seemed to you like a bright flame amidst the shadowy dark. A lifeline you could hold on to. For a long moment, you pressed a hand against the solidity and heat of his form before tracking a path from his throat all the way down the palimpsest of his body. Each barely-visible scar that marred his skin was a memory. Your fingers traced over the faint lines and uneven contours of wounds that didn’t smoothly heal. No doubt there was pain and fear for each trial he lived through…and he faced each one alone, hadn’t he?

He did nothing to impede your movements, his even breathing hitching a little as your hand drifted up, finding the surge of blood fluttering rapidly under your palm. There was no scar here. No marker that indicated this place where you had hurt him once, albeit unwillingly.

Funny thing.

Your vision blurred with hot tears as you clung to him, finally allowing yourself to have a good long cry.

He was enduringly patient with you.

“I’m…I’m so sorry, Sylus.”

The solemnity of your name falling from his lips emboldened you to say more.

“I truly am grateful. Not just for tonight. But to have you in my life. I mean it.”

You felt his body tense slightly against yours before pulling you closer in a half-embrace, a moan-like sigh escaping his lips. He settled his chin atop your head, breathing in your scent.

His voice was above a hushed whisper when he decided to break the silence.

“Rest now. I’ll stay for as long as you need.”

He moved the both of you near the headboard, entwining your fingers with his as you settled into a more comfortable position against him. In the wakeful hours where insomnia would normally be a torment for you–nothing of the kind happened this time around. A mysterious feeling of peace seemed to quell all your worries and doubts when he held you in the shelter of his embrace.

You were safe. You were both safe. And more importantly, alive.

In no time at all, you drifted into the blessing of a dreamless sleep.

Somewhere in the Northern District. Linkon City.

Tuesday. 1:15 PM.

The sensation of something golden and warm brushed against your eyelids, stirring you from sleep. A chink of sunlight had managed to slip through the now drawn curtains. You awoke to find your companion had long since left the bed, but not without propping your head with a pillow and covering you with a knitted blanket that smelled faintly of vanilla. Checking your hunter’s watch, you noted the time and the voicemails that awaited your attention–they were all from Captain Jenna.

Fuck. Of course. Headquarters would want a full report concerning all the details of the botched transaction. Your vigilance had faltered. Pride before the fall, indeed. You raked a hand through your disheveled hair.

With a heavy sigh, you steeled yourself for the unpleasant conversations that would follow.

Unlucky missions like last night, though few and far between, truthfully made you question whether your purpose had been misplaced. And yet, there was no room to entertain self-doubt, not when you had duties to attend to. Once you tied up these loose ends, you would check in with Sylus, and not merely for an update on the smuggled goods that he assured you his people would take care of.

There was something heartening in finding him preparing a late breakfast –more like brunch– for the two of you in the open kitchen, seemingly back to his old self. He was humming a pleasant melody when you walked in. You inwardly prayed he had gotten some form of rest.

“Morning…er, Good afternoon, I mean.”

He slowly turned to face you, his lips crooking into an easy smile. A real one. You much preferred him like this.

“I take it that you’re okay now?”

The lilt in your voice was hopeful as you followed him to the café-style breakfast nook where he plated Belgian-style waffles, an assortment of fruit and cream, honey and jam, along with a pot of steaming coffee and an assortment of teas. The gold trimming on the china glinted in a welcoming way as it caught the afternoon light.

“As good as new, thanks to you.”

He even turned around so that you could appraise him, his motions free from any semblance of stiffness or pain.

“I’m so glad.”

His garnet eyes twinkled with mirth as they beheld yours.

“Actually, I have.… something for you–” he gestured to a black suitcase on the coffee table in the living room, “it should help you neatly wrap up your investigation. I hope.”

It dawned on you yet again how much you owed him for his help. More than likely Luke and Kieran were also involved; you would have to make it up to them as well. As if reading your mind, he stifled the apology that was on your lips.

“If anything, I bear some of the blame for not being honest the moment I contacted you…”

“What do you mean?”

Your hands grasped the back of the chair in a small attempt to brace yourself.

“Last night was an ambush. My sources confirmed that. Unfortunately, misinformation can have its consequences. And I was worried…so worried that I couldn’t let other people deal with it.”

The notion that you were fed tampered information or that you were made to believe that the assignment was nothing more than standard fare as far as protocore smuggling was concerned had not even crossed your mind. As the leader of Onychinus, his information network had to be extensive, and as such, it was easier for him to ascertain traps….including the one meant for the Hunter’s Association last night.

His unexpected presence was far from being the nuisance you deemed it was the moment you heard the husky notes of his voice through your earpiece. An illicit deal in the cover of night in the hinterland of Linkon’s borders (yet across the river from the N109 zone’s jurisdiction) was beneath his notice. And yet, he came, for you.

Just for you.

Your hands gripped the back of your chair harder, your gaze locked on his own.

“I’m selfish. I’d rather risk exposing my weaknesses when I protect you than see you injured.”

“Sylus…”

“It’s not enough to make amends, but will you stay a little longer, and share a meal with me before you go?”

He offered you his hand in earnest supplication.

Somehow gathering enough composure to walk up to him, you cradled his hand in your smaller ones.

“Of course. I can make some time for you.”

He bent forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger there before reluctantly pulling away.

“Wonderful. Shall we?”

While the food he prepared smelled sweet and enticing, making your stomach gnaw in actual hunger, all you could do was stare at him, quietly reflecting on the significance of all the small details. It wasn’t surprising when he finally noted the intensity of your steady gaze, elegantly setting down his cup of coffee on the table. Maybe he did have some kind of otherworldly presentient ability in that protocore eye of his, because at the moment you thought it, he extended his right hand across the table.

Without hesitating, you delicately weaved your fingers with his. Despite the desire to be mindful of his bandages, he flexed his fingers about yours, as if testing the give of your hand against his. There was no feeling equal to it; all you knew was that your heart felt lighter than it had in a very long time.

Normally, you would have considered your current actions as reckless and unprofessional, but in your view, trading away this rare fragment of time with him would have felt more than just criminal.

Whatever the fallout might be, you would handle it in some way or another, like you always did.

For now, all that mattered was the present, and the things that passed between you as you enjoyed each other’s company on a not-so-everyday Tuesday afternoon.

END.

author's final notes:

There are probably a thousand directions this could have gone, but I hope no one minds the heavy dose of angst and comfort combination. This is just how it seemed to unfold for me as I wrote this. It's just a little sad that MC treats him better as a cat butler in the event than in this story....

Once again, to reiterate, this was very self-indulgent take.

Anyway, thank you so very much for reading! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed it! Have a lovely day!

(NB: * Please don't feed my work into AI. )

#my writing #lads fanfic #lads sylus #love and deepspace sylus #love and deepspace #angst and comfort

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disneytva · 2 days ago

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Team Spidey joins forces with Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur to stop Green Goblin's dino-mech. Diamond White and Fred Tatasciore reprise their roles as Lunella and Devil Lafayette from the Disney TVA series.

"Moon Girl And The Dino Dilemma" premieres TOMORROW on Disney Jr. and Disney+.

“That’s the Marvel universe that that fans have loved for generations. I knew a lot about the Moon Girl project from being the exec for Marvel on it, and I just thought, hey, we’re doing a season about Dinosaurs, How great would it be? How do we not include Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur and introduce that character to a slightly younger audience?” ---- Harrison Wilcox EP and Showrunner of Spidey And His Amazing Friends

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loulovingho · 4 hours ago

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ok lou being on swat is enough to get me a lil interested but if u have time would u mind giving me some info on the show in general? also are there more hot people i can go heart eyes over other than lou..... 911 drew me in with henren/chim/athena (and later maddie and also albert............... sorry to buck and eddie sdfkhsdf no shade to them, they're pretty too!) all being hotties to me AND the initial promise of getting to bucktommy was what drove me to watch (until the breakup stopped me lmao im waiting to see how the plot is handled before i get invested again). will i be well fed with swat. also how hard can i headcanon lou's character as bisexual if i watch.... (ill still probably do it anyway if nothing is confirmed for him. bi rights for me <3)

Listen, everyone on swat is hot. It’s a bisexual’s dream. I just finished season 1 last night so I don’t know the new people that are part of the later seasons, but I love every single character. They’re a great team that cares about each other, and also cares about the police being held accountable for what they do. Many episodes in the first season discuss police brutality, prisoner mistreatment, white supremacy, etc. it’s really refreshing for a cop show.

And, so far, besides Rocker being a pretty princess (which is technically canon because another character does call him princess later on lol) you can pretty much make up whatever you want. His wife is never seen after season 1 and everyone has already decided they’re divorced cause she’s an idiot 😂

#swat #donovan rocker #lou ferrigno jr #sorry I didn’t go into detail about each character that would have been so long

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anonymousewrites · 2 days ago

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Apple of My Eye Chapter Three

Eventual! Harry Hook x Child of Snow White! Reader

Descendants x Reader

Summary: Just as friendship develops, love does, too, with the VKs.

“She did Jane’s hair, too, and Fairy Godmother’s not happy about it,” complained Audrey, crossing her arms. “I can’t believe she’s giving everyone makeovers whenever they want! And Ben doesn’t see the harm!”

“I think people are trying to get quick fixes to insecurities instead of working through them,” said (Y/N), frowning. “That’s never good for self-image.”

“Exactly,” said Audrey. “It’s gateway magic, and soon it’ll be the lips and the legs and the clothes and then everyone looks good and where will I be?”

“That’s what you care about?” said (Y/N), raising an eyebrow. “How you look compared to everyone else?”

“Obviously,” said Audrey. “That’s what matters.”

(Y/N) turned and walked away from Audrey. Unbelievable. Everyone was either hating the VKs for existing or using them to solve the problems they didn’t want to face themselves.

“This is a nail-biter, folks!” said the announcer as the tourney game raged before them. “There’s forty-seven seconds left on the clock. We’re all tied up. The Sherwood Falcons, two. The Fighting Knights, two. What a game between Auradon’s fiercest rivals.”

(Y/N) cheered with the rest of the crowd for the Knights and their friends. Mal was surprised by the energy and clamor around her. Evie was bouncing on the balls of her feet, hollering with (Y/N).

“As the teams get into their huddles and take up positions along the Kill Zone,” said the announcer. “The dragoneers have been laying down a withering hail of fire. And now a substitution by Coach Jenkins. He’s bringing that hothead Jay in from the Isle of the Lost and that little guy Carlos who can barely hold a shield.”

(Y/N), Mal, and Evie cheered for Carlos and Jay as they took the field.

“Knights!” cheered the team as they readied themselves.

“When they break from their huddles, there’s going to be a big moment here,” said the announcer. “And the tipoff is ready.”

“Come on, come on,” said (Y/N), bouncing on their toes.

“I thought you weren’t competitive,” teased Mal.

“About looks? No. This? I want to kick their butt,” said (Y/N), grinning.

Mal laughed, and Evie grinned.

The whistle went off. “Here we go!” said the announcer.

“Long pass goes to jay.”

Jay grabbed it and took the ball down the field before pitching it.

��Jay dishes off to Prince Ben.”

Ben hit it farther down, and an interceptor ran in. Carlos blocked him.

“Nice little block by Carlos.”

Carlos jeered and danced around the fallen opponent’s body. Evie, Mal, and (Y/N) laughed at his proud antics.

“He does a little dancing jig in the opponent’s face. And now Jay gets the ball back. Here comes Jay.”

Everyone grabbed each other and watched anxiously. A dragoneer fired, and people tensed. Jay jumped and easily evaded it.

“Jay, hurdling maneuver at midfield.”

“I’m open!” shouted Ben.

“Jay makes a nice pass to Prince Ben through the Kill Zone.”

“Jay!” Chad barreled into an opponent.

“A big block by Chad! Prince Ben moves over wide, gives it back to Jay. He’s in the clear!”

Jay swung.

“A shot!”

Everyone groaned as it was blocked.

“Oh! What a save by Philip, the Falcons’ goalkeeper.”

The Falcons took the ball back down the field towards the Knights’ goal.

“Let’s go, guys!” shouted (Y/N). “Come on, Ben! Let’s go, Jay, Carlos!”

“Come on!” shouted Evie.

“Twenty-three seconds. You could cut the tension with a sword,” announced the commentator. “The long ball is played to Jay. Jay, great time, great leap. And a great interception by Jay.” They were moving back towards the Falcons’ goal. “Big block from Chad. Jay dishes off to Prince Ben. And then Carlos with a big block, goes down.”

“Ooh,” Evie and (Y/N) winced. Mal glanced at them, amused.

“Jay through the Kill Zone, picks up Carlos. He’s being hammered by dragon fire.”

Jay was using Carlos as a prop to dodge.

“Jay, hurdling maneuver at midfield. He’s in the clear. The ball goes back to Jay. He passes to Prince Ben with an assist from Carlos. He shoots! He scores!”

Cheers went up from the team. (Y/N) clapped and whooped. Mal covered her ears as Evie joined them while everyone grinned and shouted.

“Prince Ben has won it! What an unselfish play by Jay! What a team! Incredible! And it’s the new guys, Jay and Carlos, who set up the prince for the winner! What a victory! An absolutely wonderful end to one of the best games ever!”

The players came off the crowd and were greeted excitedly by their friends.

“The winners of the—”

“Excuse me.” Ben took the microphone. “Excuse me. Can I have your attention, please?” Everyone quieted and looked at their prince as he got up on a podium. “There’s something I’d like to say.” He cleared his throat. “Give me an ‘M.’ ” He made an “M” with his arms.

“M!” said everyone, copying him.

“Give me an ‘A.’ ” He put his arms at his sides.

“A!” Everyone followed his lead.

“Give me an ‘L!’ ”

Everyone did an “L.” Mal’s jaw dropped open, and Evie and (Y/N) looked at her, Evie with excitement and (Y/N) with surprise.

“What does that spell?” said Ben, a giant grin on his face.

“Mal!” said everyone. Mal looked mortified. Audrey looked horrified.

“Come on, I can’t hear you!” said Ben.

“Mal!” shouted everyone.

“I love you, Mal!” said Ben. “Did I mention that?”

(Y/N) let out a laugh of surprise as they smiled. Ben was definitely feeling bold.

Audrey’s jaw dropped open, and she stalked away from the celebration.

“Give me a beat!” said Ben.

Doug started up the band, and everyone began to nod their heads and tap their feet with the beat.

“Oh my god,” said Evie, grinning ear-to-ear.

“What is up with him?” laughed (Y/N). “I never knew he could be so head-over-heels.”

“Right?” said Mal, clearing her throat.

(Ben) “Did I mention that I’m in love with you? And did I mention there’s nothing I can do? And did I happen to say, I dream of you every day, Well, let me—” (All) “Shout it out loud!” (Ben) “If that’s okay, hey, hey!” (All) “Hey!”

Evie and (Y/N) teased and grinned at Mal, whose cheeks were red with embarrassment.

(Ben) “If that’s okay.” (All) “Hey!”

Ben jumped down from the podium and began to lead the cheerleaders and players in a dance.

(Ben) “I met this girl who rocked my world like it’s never been rocked, So now I’m living just for her, and I won’t ever stop, I never thought that it could happen to a guy like me.”

He winked and fell down.

(Ben) “But now look at what you’ve done, You got me down on my knees!”

The other players fell down dramatically, and Ben bounced up.

(Ben) “Because my love for you is ridiculous! I never knew!”

Carlos and Jay jumped up.

(Carlos and Jay) “Who knew?” (Ben) “That it could be like this! My love for you is ridiculous!”

He danced around a microphone as everyone cheered and danced along with him.

(Ben) “My love is r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s!”

(Y/N) and Evie grabbed each other’s hands and spun around as people mimicked the letters.

(All) “R-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s!” (Ben) “It’s—” (All) “Ridiculous!” (Ben) “Just—” (All) “Ridiculous!” (Ben) “And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss!”

He blew a kiss, and Mal’s eyes widened, and she let out a surprised laugh. (Y/N) and Evie mimicked kisses playfully, and Mal rolled her eyes.

(Ben) “Well, did I mention I’m in love with you? And did I mention there’s nothing I can do? And did I happen to say I dream of you every day? Well, let me—” (All) “Shout it out loud!” (Ben) “—if that’s okay, hey, hey, Yeah! If that’s okay! (All) “Hey!”

Ben spun with the microphone and a large grin.

(Ben) “I gotta know which way to go, come on, give me a sign, You gotta show me that you’re only ever gonna be mine, Don’t wanna go another minute livin’ without you, ‘Cause if your heart just isn’t in it, I don’t know what I’d do.”

He fell back into his team, and they threw him back up.

(Ben) “Because my love for you is—” (All) “Ridiculous!” (Ben) “I never knew!” (All) “Who knew?” (Ben) “That it could be like this! My love for you is—” (All) “Ridiculous!” (Ben) “My love is r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s!” (All) “R-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s!”

(Y/N) and Evie made the letters with laughs.

(Ben) “It’s—” (All) “Ridiculous!” (Ben) “Just—” (All) “Ridiculous!” (Ben) “And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss! Come on, now! Ho! Oh, yeah!”

Everyone danced and clapped to the beat.

(Ben) “Yow!”

He took off his jersey to leave just his protective gear.

(Ben) “Alright!”

He balled it up.

(All) “Hey!”

Ben threw it at Mal, and she caught it. A smile spread across her face.

(Ben) “Because my love for you is ridiculous!” (All) “Ridiculous!”

Ben got onto the shoulders of the mascot to pretend to ride a horse like a valiant knight. Mal laughed at the ridiculous (haha) sight.

(Ben) “I never knew!” (Carlos, Jay, Evie, and (Y/N)) “Who knew?!” (Ben) “That it could be like this! My love for you is—!” (All) “Ridiculous!” (Ben) “My love for you is r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s!!”

He got onto some cheerleaders’ shoulders, and they threw him into the crowd. They caught him and put him on his feet.

(All) “R-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s!”

Ben bodysurfed towards Mal, who rolled her eyes with a giant smile.

(Ben) “It’s—” (All) “Ridiculous!” (Ben) “Just—” (All) “Ridiculous!”

Ben landed in front of Mal and grinned.

(Ben) “And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss! Come on, now!”

The song ended, and everyone clapped. Ben leaned in for a real kiss, and Mal nervously put the jersey between him and her. Still, she had a blush on her cheeks from surprise, embarrassment, and, understandable, nerves. A confession like that would get such a reaction.

“I love you, Mal,” said Ben. “Did I mention that?” He smiled softly and put a hand around her shoulders. Mal smiled slightly at the motion.

Audrey ran up the steps of the bleachers, grabbed the microphone, and interrupted the moment (as per usual). “Chad’s my boyfriend now!” Chad grinned, and Audrey tried to look smug despite her anger as she looked at Ben and Mal. “And I’m going to the coronation with him. So I don’t need your pity date.” She kissed Chad.

Evie narrowed her eyes, and (Y/N) sighed. Audrey was so obsessed with her reputation. And people got hurt because of it. They touched Evie’s shoulder, and Evie relaxed slightly.

“Mal!” Ben wasn’t even distracted. “Will you go to the coronation with me?”

“Yes,” said Mal, smiling.

“She said yes!” shouted Ben, and everyone cheered.

“Let’s go, Ben,” said Jay, saving Mal from more attention. “The team’s waiting for you.”

“Yeah,” said Ben, staring at Mal.

Jay pulled Ben away.

“Bye,” said Mal.

“What a victory,” said the announcer, recovering his microphone. “Finally winning the trophy back after so many years.”

(Y/N) and Mal exchanged looks as Evie, upset, folded her arms.

“I feel really sorry for Audrey,” said Mal.

“You do?” said Evie.

“Yeah,” said Mal. “I feel like if she were talented like you, and she knew to how sew and knew beauty tips, that she wouldn’t need a prince to make her feel better about herself.” Evie smiled slightly.

“Especially not one who can’t keep up a conversation,” said (Y/N). “If she were like you, she’d have interesting people around her because they actually like her.” Evie smiled a little wider.

“I guess I am kind of cool,” said Evie, putting her hands on her hips. “Thanks, you guys.”

“And there he is!” said the announcer as a player was lifted up with the trophy. “Jay, the most valuable player!”

(Y/N), Evie, and Mal cheered.

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matchagirliris · 3 days ago

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for the event I'd love to try beach volleyball and enjoy a blue lagoon vodka slush with Kiyoomi

hii i’ve been waiting for someone to pick beach volleyball omggggg

we hope you enjoy your time here at evara resort have a good day!

It’s a sunny day by the beach a little windy but perfect, you lounge on a beach chair it was in front of the beach and right next to the beach volleyball area as your sipping on your blue lagoon slush trying to enjoy your much needed solo vacation after all the work stress, as your eyes land on the volleyball match that was taking place your eyes can’t help but wander on this 6 foot something of a man with dark beautiful curls absolutely crushing the other team. As they stood there to take a small break he catches you glancing at him, you turn away immediately in embarrassment because now you look like an absolute creep. That was until you glance back at see his friend who was a little bit shorter than him and had blonde hair pushing him in your direction almost as if he was egging him on to speak to you, but you didn’t think much of it, so you decided to stick your nose in a book and enjoy your time at the beach after reading for about 5-10 minutes forgetting the situation that happened not that long ago until you see darkness hover over you “i like that book how far along are you” the figure asks sounding a little nervous, after you look up you notice it’s the guy you were staring at now even more embarrassed than you were before you say “uhm i’m barely 5 chapters in” looking at him noticing his two moles that look super unique “ah i see can i take a seat next to you?” he asks. “yeah of course” you say now sitting up on your seat instead of laying down in the position you were before, to say the least as you and kiyoomi (you figured out his name a little after that) were speaking about the book and getting to know each other you see his friend giggling at the bar with a ginger and a silver and white haired man, but kiyoomi didn’t care he was more so focused on getting to know you.

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blushingteddy · 3 days ago

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Precious Things: Chapter 1

Plot: Rio visits Westview after The Hex comes down and finds Agnes O'Conner in Agatha's stead. She must team up with an unlikely ally to help get her wife back and confront the past to make sense of the future ahead. (Agathario x Rio/Mrs Hart unlikely friendship)

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The beep of machines is a reliable monotone to measure the accrual of time to it’s exact and precise end. There was a knack, in her experience. A correct moment that was neither a heartbeat early nor a single beat overdue. The strangely comforting taste of artificial banana pudding felt as good a place as any to ground her overworked thought processes. Rio blew out her cheeks and straightened her criss-crossed ankles, elbows dug into the arm rests, prodding the plastic spoon around with marked disinterest.

She was putting off the inevitable.

Largely, because Agatha had been putting off the inevitable - for such a long, long time. The Scarlet Witch had taken the Darkhold. Agatha finally vulnerable. The dark magic that had shrouded her all of these centuries had lifted like a veil. Rio could feel that Agatha hadn’t run or attempted to evade the inevitable this time.

Perhaps she was finally ready.

“I imagined you differently.”

Rio stopped moving the plastic spoon.

The ghost of a smile tugged up her lips, because they always imagined her differently, whether she came in one form or another—friend or foe—all of it was subjective, always it was some other version of her they had imagined and built up in their head. Ink black linen shrouds and milk white bones. Deep green aspen leaves ornately woven into clothes with spun spider silk stitching, rust coloured gold, dried sea moss for beading. Rio laughed quietly, amused on private levels, she was never dressed correctly for the occasion.

Her lips tapered down into a serious expression. “Do you want to finish this?” Rio glanced at the frail elderly man drowning in his blankets and wires. “You always think you know how banana pudding tastes until you’re eating it, and then you realise it doesn’t taste like bananas at all. It tastes like something else. Something pretending to be a banana. Strange, right?” She angled the dessert toward him.

“Will there be banana pudding where I’m going, or…” His voice was a strained murmur - the whites of his eyes a dull cloudy colour. He gestured his finger downward.

Hell.

Rio’s expression gave nothing away.

She said nothing in response and idly scraped the spoon around.

“Not the time or place for that conversation, got it.” He nods perceptively. “Jill. Will she be there?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“Kinda hope she isn’t.”

“Trust me, I know that feeling better than you think I do.”

“You do?”

Rio smiles, nodding slightly, and with that the tension breaks.

He draws a laboured breath. “Were you human once? You look…” Rio watches him gesture her up and down.

From the corner of her eye, the hospice nurses offer discrete, confirming nods. The kind that never require further conversation. Rio resists the sudden urge to show him her face—her true face—in response to his prying. The staff all knew when Rio visited. They knew when she left. She was a regular in this neck of the woods, a person they could feel in the air like the scent of perfume - invisible and entirely distinct. She didn’t like to trouble them anymore than they troubled her.

Sometimes, they caused her trouble.

But never the hospice nurses.

“I don’t know if there’s banana pudding. And there’s been a lot of Jills, far too many to remember. And I think you know I’m not here to talk about myself, don’t you?” Rio levels at the elderly man. “I’m here to do my job.”

“Do you enjoy your work?”

There isn’t time for this - the back and forth.

The question amuses her nonetheless.

“Not particularly. I punch-in, punch-out, I do it very well, if that gives you any comfort. Did you…have a job like that?”

“Yeah, I wish now I hadn’t.”

“Well.” Rio pushes out her cheeks, slightly exasperated. “Too late for regrets.”

“Everything…hurts.” He looks at her tiredly. “Can we take the pudding to go?”

Rio likes that.

That makes her smile.

“Sure we can.”

A deep peaceful sigh left him - he was finally ready.

Expectantly, the elderly man extends his weathered hand toward her. His fingertips graze against her fingertips, wrinkly and warm, ready to be taken away from this place despite the fear of her never leaving him for a moment, as though with the lightest tug of his wrist he could rise from the bed, light as a feather, and Death will take him for a long scenic walk to the next place beyond this world.

Rio took his hand gently.

“Hold this for me a sec.” Rio precariously rested the banana pudding cup on his collarbone. She took the blade from her thigh, haphazardly tossing it round to catch the handle, then quickly stabbed his chest several times as though jabbing a hot pen knife into butter. “Thanks.” She flipped and holstered the blade - the soul collected.

She let go of his limp wrist, allowing it fall down against his stilled chest in a thud. The alarms bleeted loudly into the echoing long corridor - then the cries, always the cries of concerned family and visitors with no further business that concerned her - Rio left and thought nothing of their distress.

They always imagine her so differently.

Express delivery only, Rio had a busy night ahead.

She had to be in Westview come sunrise.

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Deep and dark was the persistent endless night. The entire mountain fell upon her in a storm of heavy jagged rocks and unbreathable, thick sharp dust that scraped her skin and stung her eyes as it slowly settled. The stagnant heat of harsh beating sunlight, somewhere out there beyond the persistent constant dark, was how Wanda kept track of the time. In the evenings, the cool air brought damp cold mildew which coated the boulders pressing every inch of her body, and the water droplets struck her forehead from a single crack above in awkward unpredictable rhythms. The first night, she willed her survival.

Perhaps Kamar-Taj would pity her once Stephen explained the condition of her maddening grief. He would save her, of course. He had to save her. He was a hero. The Sorcerer Supreme, the protector of earth, the lone sworn sentinel against magic and mystical threats out there between the darkest shades of reality. And what was she?

Who was she if not a hero?

A woman relentlessly tormented into madness.

Perhaps this was the condition of all villains, Wanda decided.

The third night came, the sound of scraping rocks and movement disturbing her tomb above finally greeted her ears. She strained into the noise, welcomed it like a friend, then thought of her sons and felt her heart retreat backward in shame. The fourth night, the digging grew louder, and tears carved across her dry scabbed lips. Wanda clung to life like a leech. She hungered to survive. Lame, broken, disfigured and dying, she fought with insurmountable will to save herself—to persevere against the mountain.

Until she heard the faint howls.

The hungry snarls of scavenging pack animals disturbing the sediment above.

Wanda went slack, still, quiet and madder than her body could contain. Nobody was coming to save her. She closed her eyes, summoning her scarlet, imagining herself provoking wefts of bright glorious red from her palms, how the dust and sheets of rock would explode outward around her. She would rise in a tide of chaos, fire and glorious red—bright, burning scarlet.

But nothing came.

And Wanda wept and finally wished for Death.

“I have waited so long to say these words to you…” A woman in a crown of obsidian black glass laid beside her as though she had always been there. “Hello, Wanda Maximoff.”

She is there but not there. She is contorted around the jagged rock, her body stretched like ribbon strewn around each obstacle, more viper than woman—more creature than person. A dull green light exudes from her, bright enough to make Wanda wince and turn her cheek, but she feels sharp nails slip along her belly, her ribs, calling back her attention. She smells petrichor and…

Fermenting fruit, rotting cherries, the kind her step-father would stew and seal tightly in jars stacked neatly under the dank kitchen sink, and how the pungent smell of spoiled black cherries and sugar separating into alcohol would puncture their home as the jars were filtered months later, how she would slip into bed with Piotr and cradle his ears when their step-father drank to much of it, how their mother would place herself in front of the bedroom door like a barricade and bear the brunt of it.

A voice rumbles low like an earthquake, “Look at me.”

Wanda obeys instantly, terrified and without other choices to make.

Her fear delights Death.

Wanda’s voice frays with inactivity, “You came. I imagined you so…”

“Differently. Mhm. The name’s Rio.” She cranes her neck to get a better look, assessing the damage. “Your hips are shattered. Pretty nasty cranial bleed. Traumatic amputation at both knees, yuck. Your elbow is broken in…three places? That must be”—her eyebrows go upward in amazement, her head nodding enthusiastically—“Pretty painful, huh?”

“Please make it stop?”

“I will.” Rio smiles. “In time.”

Wanda watched in horror as the faint dull green smog begins to fade like the flicker of a dying candle. “Where are you going!”

“You took something special from me.” Rio stares down at the Scarlet Witch. “Somebody I have loved very, very much for centuries, Wanda. I don’t like it when people take my things.”

“Don’t leave me here!”

“Then tell me how to lift the spell?”

“The spell?”

“The nasty little hex you trapped her in for the last nine months!” The woman rears forward with maddening grief in her eyes. “Give her back to me and then we can talk about your mortal soul.”

There is no further explanation needed, Wanda understands perfectly well, knows exactly who Death is referring to. Agatha Harkness. She doesn’t know how to admit the truth—how to tell her the only answer she has to offer.

“You don’t know how to lift it.” Rio closes her eyes. “Well, Wanda, until we figure that out? I’ll know exactly where to find you. That’s what you said to her, right?”

“Please don’t do this.” Wanda lurches forward. “Please! Please take me with you, I’ll help you! I swear. Please…please you have to take me from this place!”

“I said I would take you, didn’t I?” Death plays with the tip of an ornate knife. “You just have to suffer for a little bit first. Agatha would like that. Let’s circle back in a few days. You’re not going anywhere, I’m sure you’ll be available,” her voice and light fades away.

#agathario #agatha harkness #rio vidal #Agatha x rio #Agatha and rio #Agathario fic #agatha all along #lesbian #femslash #top agatha #bottom rio #agathario eventual smut #agathario smut #agathario hurt/comfort #gay Agatha harkness #gay rio vidal #rio is the father

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ateez-himari · 3 days ago

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[241113] GANGSTER OFF-DUTY

[NEW MESSAGES FROMM HIMARI]

[AM 1:09] Ice on my teeth on my, white teeth ✨ Atiny, are you ready for the comeback ? It's one of my favorite concepts

[AM 1:09] I like the pink hair too! 🩰My hair was already bleached grey for the concept photos so I figures that I might as well try another color

[AM 1:10] Omg yeah! My outfit was so cool...I felt like an actual crime boss when I put it on for the first time. I mean a lace bustier and Versace suit jacket ? Come on

[AM 1:10] I actually made the lariat necklace myself because I thought it would go well with the deep v-neckline, the rings were mostly gifts from Donatella

[AM 1:11] Ahh you guys noticed ? It's true, for the first time since our debut I'm the main producer on all tracks and I'm so glad our team trusted me so much

[AM 1:12] I know, I cried too when Sannie oppa sang 'Enough' on Leemujin Service (I went with him to the recording)

[AM 1:12] It's a very personal track because the lyrics are speaking to the version of myself that was in pain, so it's practically raw, kind of like my lines in 'Mist'

[AM 1:12] When I was recording the demo for the members, the 'God Damn' wasn't written into the song, it just came out naturally because of how I felt and I kept it in

[AM 1:13] I watched Arcane too, Yunho oppa and I binged it last night! I can't believe they let me make the song 'Paint The Town Blue' for them...

[AM 1:13] Yeah, singing in English was challenging but I think it turned out well! You can't really hear my accent that much since I practiced for a long time

[AM 1:13] You're right there's a lot of side projects that Tiny didn't know about ㅎㅎ But they'll stop for a bit, since I work in the music industry it's not always good for my hearing to be around noise constantly, so most of what's going to come out has been recorded before my hiatus

[AM 1:14] My instagram caption...? 🤔It's just a random sentence I don't know why you guys are looking into it so much

[AM 1:14] Ohhh! I didn't know that was part of G-Dragon sunbaenim's hidden tracklist now I get why everyone's been so suspicious of me lately

[AM 1:14] It would be nice to work with him...Too Bad I'm on external work break 🐉

[AM 1:15] Right now ? I was just reading a book that RM oppa sent me before I decided to talk to Tiny, then I'm making dinner for our dorm

[AM 1:16] I was originally supposed to room with Jongho oppa and Wooyoung oppa, but then they realized no one in the third dorm could cook so they moved me there

[AM 1:17] ㅎㅎI just saw someone say that they made Viktor attractive in the new season, you're right...the emo phase hit him well

[AM 1:17] Of course my boyfriend is way more attractive, there's no comparison 🤧But a girl can have her fictional crushes you know...

[AM 1:18] I'm so happy someone noticed! They put small grills on my canines because they look like little fangs, so it made them even cooler

[AM 1:18] Nuh uh I didn't steal the lip chain accessory from the MV set, I just borrowed it to take some pictures afterwards

[AM 1:18] I wasn't trying to tease you guys with it 🥺Just make a spoiler that no one would think twice about until the video came out I'M SORRYYYY

[AM 1:19] I sooo wasn't naked in that instagram post...I just wasn't wearing pants, there's a difference. But the members never wear shirts anyway!

[AM 1:19] Did my brother tell you guys to reprimand me about this ? Well for the record tell him to stop showing his tits off on my feed 🤧

[AM 1:20] Well...no I'm not wearing any pants right now...but it's my sleeping outfit! My underwear is really cute though it has a little ribbon! I got them yesterday with Mingi...Seonghwa oppa wanted to come until I told him what I was shopping for

[AM 1:20] Of course I'm not drunk! The boys talk about their underwear all the time so I'm gonna talk about mine 😤

[AM 1:20] One second, I'll show you guys where he is...I just got out of the shower a few minutes ago and found him like this, I'll have to wake him up to eat soon

[AM 1:20] Oh, this is Kyo. He's a stray I brought home not too long ago and he usually sleeps in my bed, even when Mingi's here

[AM 1:21] I didn't do much today, I just went to see a few industry friends, got some painting and sketching done...even with dance practice it's one of the most peaceful days I've had in a while

[AM 1:21] You're right, not working feels great ㅎㅎ Anyway, I need to get started on dinner now Tiny, I'll talk to you guys very soon!

[AM 1:21] I'll do my best during our promotion schedules so be ready ♡ Love you so much, kisses!

Translated from Korean by Google

#ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez 9th member #ateez extra member #ateez female member #kpop oc #HimaSocial♡#HimaFromm♡

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jackethockey · 2 days ago

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Whole lotta love

Summary: Matthew Knies, a burly forward for the Toronto Maple Leafs, finds himself irresistibly drawn to a mysterious woman at a bar, only to discover she's none other than the sister of his team's legendary captain, Auston Matthews. The two embark on a passionate, secret affair that intensifies with every stolen moment. When the truth comes out, the locker room's dynamics are shaken, and the brothers-in-law face a tense standoff. However, as their love grows stronger with each challenge, the team begins to accept their relationship, and the couple's bond becomes an unshakeable force, redefining what it means to be a family both on and off the ice.

Warnings: heavy smut, fighting, explicit language, detailed sex, kissing, stripping, oral (f! receiving) p in v, wrap it before you tap it!

Word count: 5,466

You've been cooling, baby, I've been drooling. All the good times baby, I've been misusing. Way, way down inside, I'm gonna give you my love. I'm gonna give you every inch of my love.

Matthew Knies, the burly, charismatic forward for the Toronto Maple Leafs, strutted into the bustling bar, a fresh victory against the Boston Bruins still resonating through his bones. The atmosphere was electric, a heady mix of sweat, beer, and the sweet scent of victory. His teammates roared with laughter, recounting the night's triumphs, the echo of their boisterous voices bouncing off the wooden walls. Matthew's piercing blue eyes scanned the room, looking for something—or someone—to celebrate with. That's when he saw you, a vision in blue and white, your eyes sparkling like the ice under the stadium lights. You were leaning against the bar, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you sipped a whiskey, your long legs crossed in a way that made his heart race. He hadn't noticed you at the game, but here you were, a tantalizing mystery amidst the sea of fans.

As he approached, your gaze met his, and the air between you crackled with an undeniable chemistry. "You're not a typical Leafs groupie," he quipped, his voice deep and gravelly.

You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Is that what I look like to you?"

"No," he said, his voice dropping to a murmur, "you look like the kind of woman who could handle a man like me."

The conversation flowed as freely as the alcohol, each of you peeling back layers of the other's personality like the layers of an onion, revealing something raw and real. The attraction was palpable, a magnetic pull that neither of you could resist. Before the night grew any later, Matthew leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, and whispered,

"How about we take this celebration somewhere more... private?"

With a nod, you grabbed your jacket and followed him out into the crisp, cool air. The city was alive with the echoes of the game, the distant cheers of fans still celebrating. But all you could focus on was the heat of Matthew's hand on the small of your back as he guided you to his penthouse suite, a place that screamed success and masculinity with every step.

Once the door closed behind you, the tension in the air thickened. He looked at you, his eyes dark with desire, and you knew what was about to happen. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, his mouth crushing down on yours in a kiss that was as fiery as the passion that burned between you. You melted into him, his strong arms holding you tight as your tongues danced together, a prelude to the passionate symphony that awaited in the bedroom.

Matthew's hands roamed your body, exploring every inch of your curves with a hunger that was almost feral. You felt his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against your thigh. Your hand slipped down to grasp him, feeling the heat and size of him through his pants. You gasped into his mouth as he broke the kiss, panting with need.

"You want this?" he asked, his voice gruff.

"More than you know," you breathed, your voice husky with desire.

And with that, he swept you off your feet and carried you into the bedroom, the promise of a night of unbridled passion hanging in the air like mist before a storm.

Matthew's penthouse was a testament to his success, with sleek, modern furnishings and a king-sized bed that looked like it was made for sin. He laid you down on it, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to strip away your clothing, revealing your body to him piece by piece. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched him, his muscular frame moving with a grace that belied his size. He kissed you again, his mouth moving from your lips to your neck, leaving a trail of heat and desire in its wake.

His hands found your breasts, tweaking your nipples until they were tight buds of pleasure. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as he worked his way down your body, leaving kisses and gentle nips along the way. When he reached the apex of your thighs, he slid your panties to the side and touched your clit with the tip of his tongue.

The sensation was exquisite, a jolt of electricity that had you bucking against him. His eyes remained locked on yours, a silent question in their depths. You nodded, unable to form words, and he plunged his tongue into your pussy, licking and sucking until you were a writhing mess of pleasure beneath him. Your fingers curled into the sheets as he worked you closer and closer to the edge, your orgasm building like a crescendo. And when it finally hit, it was like nothing you'd ever felt before, a wave of ecstasy that crashed over you and left you gasping for air.

As you lay there, panting and trembling, Matthew looked up at you with a smug smile, his face glistening with your arousal. Without wasting a beat, he stood and stripped out of his own clothes, revealing his rock-hard cock that bobbed with excitement. Your eyes widened with anticipation as he climbed back onto the bed, his muscular body hovering over you. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on with practiced ease, his eyes never leaving yours. "You ready for this?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

"More than ready," you murmured, your voice whimpering.

With one powerful thrust, Matthew entered you, filling you up completely. You cried out, your body stretching to accommodate his size. He began to move, his hips pistoning in and out with a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, and you could feel his dick hitting all the right spots, making you clench around him. He took your nipple into his mouth, biting down gently as his hand found its way between your legs, his thumb circling your clit. The combination of sensations had you spiraling towards the edge again, your pussy tightening around his cock like a vice.

Matthew's breathing grew ragged, his movements becoming more erratic. You could feel the tension building in his body, and you knew he was close. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. "Cum for me," you panted, your voice a desperate plea.

And with a roar, he did just that, his cock pulsing inside you as he filled the condom. He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving, his heart beating a wild tattoo against yours. For a moment, you just lay there, lost in the aftermath of your shared passion. And then, reality began to seep back in, and you realized that this was just the beginning of something intense and unforgettable.

As the haze of pleasure slowly lifted, Matthew's weight shifted off you, and he discarded the condom before pulling you into his arms. Your bodies, slick with sweat, stuck together in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. His heartbeat thundered in your ear, a rhythmic reminder of the intimate connection you'd just shared. You snuggled closer, feeling a warmth and comfort that was as surprising as it was welcome.

As the night grew darker, your whispers grew softer, sharing secrets and stories that painted a picture of who you were outside the walls of this penthouse. Matthew listened intently, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your bare hip. You felt a strange sense of vulnerability, laying bare your soul to this man whose body you'd just explored so intimately. But with each shared word, a bond grew, a bond that was as real as the tangible connection between your bodies. His hand found its way up to your face, cupping your cheek as he leaned in for a gentle kiss. It was a moment of tenderness that took you by surprise, a stark contrast to the raw passion that had consumed you only moments ago.

"Stay," he murmured against your lips, and you found yourself nodding, not ready for the night to end.

You curled up against him, your legs intertwined as he pulled the covers over you both. His strong arms wrapped around you, cradling you in a way that made you feel cherished. The steady beat of his heart lulled you into a peaceful slumber, your mind swirling with thoughts of what the morning would bring. Little did either of you know, this night of passion would be the start of a whirlwind romance that would shake the foundations of not just your personal lives, but the very fabric of the Toronto Maple Leafs' locker room dynamics. But for now, all that mattered was the warmth of each other's embrace, the promise of more to come, and the sweet oblivion of sleep.

The next morning dawned with the light peeking through the blinds, casting a soft glow on your tangled limbs. Matthew stirred, his eyes opening to find you still nestled in his arms. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of you, your hair a wild mess and your cheeks flushed from sleep. He kissed you gently, savoring the taste of you still lingering on his lips. You blinked awake, your eyes meeting his. Matthew's eyes searched yours, his mind racing back to the whispers and rumors he'd heard in the locker room, the subtle resemblance in your laugh, the way you held yourself with the same poise and confidence that defined your brother, Auston Matthews, the hockey legend. He'd seen the family photos in the media, the shared features that hinted at your kinship. And when you spoke of growing up around the rink, the stories of a protective older brother who'd pushed you to skate faster and shoot harder, the puzzle pieces clicked into place. The realization that you were indeed Auston's sister had hit him like a slapshot to the chest the moment he'd found out, but now, in the tender light of morning, all he felt was a profound connection that transcended the boundaries of friendship and team loyalty.

"You're not just any woman," he whispered, his voice a mix of awe and trepidation. "You're Auston Matthews' sister."

He watched the understanding dawn in your eyes, a silent confession of the truth he'd suspected all along. But instead of retreating, you leaned in, your breath warm against his skin, and the intensity of the situation only served to deepen the bond that had grown between you during the night of unbridled passion. Matthew knew that the path ahead was fraught with potential complications, but as he kissed you again, he couldn't help but feel that destiny had placed you in his arms for a reason.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of stolen glances and secret touches, every encounter between you and Matthew charged with an intensity that could melt the ice rink. Whenever you weren't together, your thoughts drifted to the feeling of his rough hands on your body, his teeth grazing your neck, and the sound of his growls as you brought each other to the brink of ecstasy. It was a thrill that neither of you could resist, and yet, the secret weighed heavy on your hearts. The looming shadow of Auston's reaction loomed in the background, a constant reminder that this passion could come at a cost. But as the days turned into weeks, the chemistry between you grew too potent to contain, and the inevitable finally happened—Matthew saw you at a game, your face lighting up as you cheered for your brother's team. The shock in his eyes was palpable, but it quickly morphed into a fiery possessiveness that sent a thrill down your spine. He knew the risks, but he also knew that the connection you shared was too strong to ignore. And when the game ended in another victory for the Leafs, the electricity that crackled in the air was about more than just the scoreboard—it was about the unspoken understanding that you were now bound together by something more than just a one-night stand.

As the final buzzer rang out, signaling the Leafs' victory, Matthew couldn't help but scan the stands, his eyes searching for the familiar sparkle of your blue and white jersey. There you were, standing up, your hands clapping as you cheered for your brother's team. His heart raced, knowing that the moment of truth was upon them. After the game, he made his way to the locker room, his nerves on edge. He saw Auston, the team captain, surrounded by a crowd of reporters, his face a mask of triumph. Matthew took a deep breath and approached, his eyes locked on yours over the sea of bodies. The moment Auston spotted you, his expression shifted from elation to confusion, and then, as his gaze fell upon Matthew, to something much darker. The tension was palpable as the reporters dispersed and the locker room grew quieter.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Auston's voice was low, a clear warning.

You stepped forward, a blush staining your cheeks, and announced with a hint of pride,

"I'm with Matthew."

The words hung in the air, and for a beat, there was silence. Then, the locker room door slammed shut, and the reality of your relationship was out in the open, ready to ignite a storm of emotion and drama that neither of you could have predicted.

Auston's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching as he took a step towards Matthew, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

"How could you?"

The words were a knife through the air, slicing through the jovial atmosphere of the locker room like a hot blade through butter. Players and staff members alike stopped in their tracks, the sudden tension palpable.

"Auston, wait—" Matthew began, but it was too late.

The team captain's rage was a force of nature, and nothing could stand in its way. Before he could get another word out, you found yourself being pushed behind a wall of teammates, their arms outstretched to keep the two men apart.

"Get the fuck away from her!" Auston roared, his body shaking with the effort to restrain himself. The room was a blur of confused faces and concerned whispers as the reality of your relationship hit him like a slap in the face.

Matthew's own temper flared, but he knew better than to let it show. Instead, he held up his hands in a placating gesture, his jaw tight with frustration.

"It's not like that," he insisted, but the words fell on deaf ears.

"It's exactly like that," Auston spat back, his eyes blazing with anger. "You're one of my teammates, and you're fucking my sister!"

The chaos grew, the air thick with testosterone and unspoken accusations. Coaches and other players jumped in, trying to calm the situation, but it was clear that the bond of brotherhood had been stretched to its breaking point.

With a heavy heart, you realized that the only way to diffuse the situation was to leave. You slipped out from behind the barricade of bodies, grabbing Matthew's hand and pulling him towards the door.

"Let's go," you murmured, your voice shaking.

Together, you stepped into the hallway, the slamming of the locker room door echoing behind you like a gunshot. You leaned against the cool wall, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

"I'm sorry," Matthew said, his eyes filled with regret. "I never meant for it to go down like this."

You looked up at Matthew, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"It's not your fault," you whispered, trying to reassure him. "We knew this would happen eventually. We just have to figure out what to do now."

His hand tightened around yours, a silent promise that he wasn't going anywhere.

"We'll tell him the truth," he said firmly. "How much we care about each other, how good we are together."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. As much as you feared Auston's wrath, you knew that hiding in the shadows wasn't the answer. It was time to face the music and hope that the love and passion you shared with Matthew was strong enough to conquer the storm that was brewing. With a sigh, you pushed off the wall and looked into Matthew's eyes, drawing strength from the intensity of his gaze.

"Let's go talk to him," you said, your voice steady despite the quaking of your insides. "We'll face this together." And with that, you marched back into the lion's den, ready to fight for your happiness against all odds.

As you both stepped back into the locker room, the tension was thick enough to cut with a skate. The teammates who had been trying to keep the peace stepped aside, giving you and Matthew the space to confront Auston. The captain's eyes bore into you, a tumult of emotions playing across his face—fury, shock, and something akin to betrayal. But before either of you could speak, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving you to stand there, the weight of his absence like a leaden blanket.

Matthew's jaw clenched, his muscles coiled with the need to follow and explain, to fight for what you had together. But you knew that pushing the issue now would only make things worse. So, with a heavy heart, you turned to him and whispered,

"Let's give him some space." The nod he gave was tight, but he understood.

Over the next few days, the air between you and Auston remained charged with unspoken words and accusations. The team felt the strain, their captain's mood casting a pall over their camaraderie. You and Matthew had to sneak around, stealing moments together when you could, the secret of your relationship becoming a burden that grew heavier with each passing hour.

One evening, as the team was preparing to leave for a road trip, Auston cornered Matthew in the hallway outside the locker room.

"We need to talk," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo through the empty corridor.

Matthew took a deep breath and nodded, bracing himself for the confrontation he knew was coming. He knew he had to be honest with his friend and mentor, no matter the cost.

"Look, Auston," he began, his voice firm but respectful, "I never meant to hurt you, or to disrespect you."

Auston's expression remained stony, his fists clenched at his sides.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Knies?" he ground out, his eyes flashing with anger.

Matthew took a step closer, his own hands balling into fists. "I'm not just doing anything," he said, his voice low and even. "We're in love." The word hung in the air like a bomb, ready to detonate at any moment.

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched from a distance, hoping that the truth would be enough to bridge the gap that had formed between the two men. But instead of softening, Auston's features hardened even further. "You don't love her," he spat. "You're just using her for a good time."

Matthew's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing. "That's not true," he said, his voice a low growl. "I care about her more than you could ever know."

Auston's laugh was bitter and cold. "You think I don't know what's best for her? You're just a fucking rookie, playing with things you don't understand."

The two men stood there, the tension between them growing with each passing second. You knew you had to intervene before things got out of hand. You took a deep breath and stepped forward, placing a hand on each of their arms. "Guys, please," you begged, your voice trembling. "We can work this out."

But Auston's rage was a force to be reckoned with. He shrugged off your touch, his gaze never leaving Matthew's. "This isn't over," he warned, before stalking away, leaving you and Matthew in a tense stand-off.

The silence was deafening as you both tried to process the situation. "I'm sorry," Matthew said finally, his voice tight with emotion. "I never wanted to cause trouble."

You looked up at him, your heart aching. "It's not your fault," you murmured, though the doubt in your voice was clear. "We just need to figure this out."

Matthew nodded, his jaw set in determination. "We will," he said, pulling you into a fierce embrace. "We'll show him that we're good for each other."

Together, you held onto each other, drawing strength from the warmth of your shared love. But in the back of your mind, you couldn't shake the feeling that the real battle was only just beginning.

With the echo of Auston's footsteps fading down the hallway, you and Matthew stood in the tense silence of the corridor, the weight of his words pressing down on your shoulders. You could feel the tremble in Matthew's arms as he held you tight, his heart thundering against your chest. "We'll give him time," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding in your ears. "He'll come around."

Matthew kissed the top of your head, his voice a gruff murmur. "I hope so," he said, though the doubt in his tone was unmistakable. "For now, we have to keep this under wraps until he does."

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I know," you murmured. "It's just hard."

He pulled back to look into your eyes, his own filled with a fierce protectiveness. "I'll do anything for you," he said, his voice a vow. "Even if it means keeping us a secret for a little longer."

The promise in his gaze was enough to steady your nerves, to give you the strength to face the days ahead. You leaned up to kiss him, a soft brush of your lips against his that spoke volumes of love and reassurance. "Thank you," you whispered against his mouth. "For fighting for us."

With one last, lingering kiss, you both stepped back, the reality of your situation crashing back down around you like a tide of cold water. The team was watching, the whispers had already started, and the road ahead was fraught with challenges. But as you looked into Matthew's eyes, you knew that no matter what the future held, you had each other, and that was all that truly mattered. With a deep breath, you slipped away, leaving him to join his teammates as you headed out into the cold night, your heart a tumult of hope and fear, love and determination. The battle lines were drawn, and now, it was just a matter of time before the full impact of your secret was revealed.

As the days passed, the tension between you and Auston remained a constant presence, like a thick fog that refused to lift. Matthew played each game with the same fiery passion, scoring goal after goal, but the joy was tempered by the knowledge that every victory was tainted by the secret you shared. In the quiet moments before practice, you could see the strain etched on his face, the burden of his love for you weighing heavily on his shoulders. Meanwhile, Auston's icy demeanor grew colder, his glances at you in the halls more piercing than any slap-shot. Yet, despite the unspoken hostility, the bond between you and Matthew only grew stronger, fueled by the stolen kisses and whispers of love shared in the shadows.

Each night, you lay in his arms, talking of a future where you could be together without the fear of repercussions, where your love didn't have to be a secret. And every morning, as the light of day painted the city in shades of hope, you held onto that dream, knowing that together, you could face any storm that came your way.

The weeks dragged on, each game a silent battleground of unspoken emotions. The whispers grew louder, and the glances more furtive as rumors began to circulate. It was only a matter of time before the truth came out, and the anticipation was a constant throb of anxiety beneath the excitement of every victory. Yet, in the sanctuary of Matthew's penthouse, you found refuge in his arms, your love a beacon that guided you through the storm. The passion between you was as intense as ever, a fiery escape from the frigidity that had settled over the locker room. One evening, after a particularly grueling game, Matthew held you close, his breath warm against your neck. "We can't keep hiding forever," he murmured, his voice heavy with dread.

You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know," you whispered back. "But we'll face it together, no matter what happens."

With a sigh, he kissed you tenderly, his hand tracing the curve of your waist. "For now," he said, his eyes dark with need, "let's just enjoy what we have."

And so you did, losing yourself in the warmth of his embrace, the feel of his cock pressing against you as your bodies melded together in a dance of passion and desire. His hands explored every inch of your skin, worshiping you with a reverence that made you feel like the only woman in the world. And when he slid inside you, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you and the sweet symphony of your lovemaking.

The intensity of your love-making grew, each stroke a declaration of the love that neither of you dared speak aloud in the harsh light of day. Matthew's cock filled you completely, his movements as fierce as they were tender, his eyes never leaving yours. You clung to him, the sound of your bodies slapping together a rhythmic symphony that drowned out the whispers and accusations of the world beyond the bedroom door. With each moan and gasp, you climbed higher, the tension in the room coiling tighter until it was almost unbearable. And when you finally reached that shattering peak, your orgasm ripped through you like lightning, leaving you trembling in the aftermath, your pussy pulsing around his dick.

He followed close behind, his own release a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building. As he collapsed on top of you, his heart hammering against yours, you both knew that the storm was coming, and there was no shelter strong enough to shield you from the tempest of emotions that awaited. But for now, wrapped in the warmth of his arms, you found solace in the knowledge that you had each other, no matter the cost. And together, you whispered sweet nothings into the dark, the sound of your breaths mingling like the promise of a love that would not be denied.

The days grew shorter, the shadows of doubt and fear stretching longer across the ice as the inevitable approached. In the locker room, the tension was so thick it could be cut with a skate blade. Matthew played his heart out, each game a silent plea for understanding and acceptance. And as the whispers grew to shouts, as the truth began to crack through the veneer of secrecy, you knew that the moment of reckoning was upon you. You watched from the stands, your heart in your throat, as the final buzzer rang out, signaling the end of yet another victory. The team skated over to the bench, but Auston remained on the ice, his eyes locked on yours, a silent challenge that sent a shiver down your spine.

As Matthew emerged from the locker room, sweat-soaked and weary from the battle on and off the ice, you took a deep breath and stepped forward. This was it—the moment you would lay your hearts bare before the world, no longer hiding behind the facade of a stolen love. You reached out for his hand, feeling the tremble of his love and fear, and together, you faced the storm, ready to fight for the love that had become the most important thing in your lives.

The moment you stepped out of the shadows, the locker room fell silent. The air was thick with anticipation, the eyes of his teammates boring into them like the sharp edges of their skates. Matthew squeezed your hand, his gaze never wavering from Auston's as he approached. "We need to talk," he said, his voice firm but steady.

Auston's eyes narrowed, the fury in them a stark contrast to the love that burned in yours. "What the fuck is going on, Knies?" he demanded, his voice a low snarl.

Matthew took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest. "We're together," he said simply, his eyes flickering to you, finding the strength in your gaze. "We're in love."

The silence that followed was deafening, the only sound the distant echo of the empty arena. You could feel the judgment and accusations in the air, the weight of their stares a physical pressure on your skin. But you didn't flinch, not even when Auston's fist connected with the locker, the clang echoing through the tense space. "How could you?" he roared, his voice filled with a mix of rage and disbelief.

Matthew's jaw clenched, but he didn't back down. "Because she makes me happy," he said, his voice low and fierce. "And I make her happy. That's all that should matter."

Auston's eyes flicked between the two of you, the realization of the depth of your feelings crashing over him like a tidal wave. For a moment, it seemed as though the world had stopped, the only things moving the frantic beating of your hearts. And then, with a sigh that seemed to deflate him, he stepped closer. "Look," he said, his voice tight with emotion, "I just want what's best for her."

You stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm. "And that's exactly what Matthew is," you said softly. "I know you're angry, but please, just give us a chance."

The muscles in Auston's jaw worked as he stared at you, his eyes searching. Then, with a nod that seemed to come from somewhere deep within, he pulled you both into a tight embrace. "If you hurt her," he murmured into Matthew's ear, "I'll end you."

Matthew nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "I won't," he promised. "I love her too much."

And with those words, the storm began to dissipate, the first rays of understanding breaking through the clouds. It would take time for the team to accept you, for the whispers to fade, but you knew that with Matthew by your side, you could face whatever the future held. Together, the three of you stepped into the light, ready to embrace the love that had been hidden for too long.

The initial shock of the revelation slowly gave way to a tentative acceptance among the team. Matthew's unwavering commitment to both you and the game became a silent testament to the depth of his feelings. Practices grew tenser as whispers of your relationship spread through the NHL grapevine, but the bond between you and Matthew only grew stronger with each shared glance, each stolen touch. The guys on the team, though initially skeptical, began to see the genuine happiness you brought to their usually stoic comrade. Auston, though still wary, stood by his word, watching over you both with a protective eye that slowly softened into something resembling approval.

Together, you faced the media's relentless scrutiny, the leering glances, and the snide comments, your love a beacon that burned brighter with every challenge thrown your way. Through it all, you remained steadfast, your love an unshakeable force that began to melt even the coldest hearts. Each victory, each shared smile, brought you closer, proving that love could not only survive in the rough-and-tumble world of professional hockey, but it could thrive, rewriting the rules and redefining what it meant to be a family on and off the ice.

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bellamer · 2 days ago

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Every time I talk about the 4B movement I get a TERF in my mentions and like…. Yeah no this shit isn’t doing it for me and I will continue from now on to not support it or mention it because

1. that shit isn’t taking off in America anyways no matter how hard white feminists want it to. Every time I see one talk about it it’s giving when Haley was trying to glaze the Roller Derby girls in American Dad and then Haley was revealed to be the bigot and at least the roller derby team was open to Steve possibly being trans.

2. TERFS basically run this shit is something they won’t tell you so if you associate with it you associate with TERFS

3. I care about trans people, black ones especially, more than I’ll ever care about white TERFS because black trans people and black queers will care more about me more than a white TERF ever will

So like yeah. If you’re a TERF, I wish the worst on you. If I see you in my mentions I’ll block you and your musty “we are the daughters of the witches you couldn’t burn” merchandise.

#4b movement #anti terfs #fuck terfs #i support black trans people #and black queer people #black tumblr

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rottenherbs · 1 day ago

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A Promise worth keeping // D.M x reader

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: Fluff! Mention of injury, blood.

Summary: At the final quidditch match of the season, you take a serious blow enshrining a win for Slytherin; but a certain blonde haired seeker makes sure to check on you in the infirmary.

Author's note: listen i… I literally don't know about this one lol but I had an hour to kill before work so whyyyy notttt.

Much love, Saige

// Requests open! <3 //

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The silence made your stomach churn. This was it, the final moments of the final quidditch match of the season. Your aching muscles remind you of the vigorous fight that got you to this very play. Your green robes have seen better days and the slice against your brow bone twitches under the fog. As the crowd stays transfixed, a whistle is blown and the game returns once more.

Flying around ravenclaw students, you bump and weave with your bat hitting bludgers towards the rivals. Your eyes continuously check on your house seeker, Draco. You had to work together as a team to finish the game strong and you notice his movements change and become more precise as he catches sight of the snitch. As the ravenclaw seeker mimics Dracos movements, you send a bludger straight towards him, missing only by a small margin. A sigh escapes your lips as Draco’s hand grips the snitch in victory right as you get knocked off of your broom and hit the ground blacking out immediately.

Your eyes flicker open for a second before shutting quickly, noticing you're surrounded by students and teachers alike. The ground was cold and the sound of the students echoing faintly. In and out you come from consciousness as someone grabs your body and carries you off of the pitch.

“Shhhh” a gentle voice whispers. You couldn’t make it out, but a glimmer of white blonde hair was the last thing you saw before passing out once more.

Like a dream, the incident replayed over and over. A nightmare of a scenario but you could recognize the end of the game as a victory for slytherin. Even in your state, a smile creeps over your face as you are cared for in the infirmary.

Yes, Draco was the one to bring you to care. While all of the students celebrated the house cup final for slytherin, He pushed past professors and students to check on his team mate. The sight of your body lifeless shook him to his core. A pain swelling inside his chest, but as he saw you open your eyes and show signs of life, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Get out of the way!” He shouted angrily, throwing his broom to the side. His hands push you to lay on your back examining the injuries. No visible broken bones but blood was coming from somewhere. A low growl from behind brought him back to reality. Snape stood to the side whispering some conjunction of spells and the blood ceased to pool, color coming back to your cheeks. If almost bringing you back to life. Draco looked back at Snape for only a moment, trying to get a sense of approval to move you. Snape nods his head and Draco’s arms sneak under your body lifting you easily. He could see your chest lift and drop with each shallow breath trying to keep you steady. An overwhelming sense of protection enveloping you as he holds you tight.

It took around half a day for you to be fully awake and yourself again. The pain was minimal with the help of madam pomfrey's spells and tonics. She tried to retell the story to you how you got there but was interrupted by the doors of the infirmary opening with a slow creek. Draco walks in with his hands behind his back, eyes slightly bloodshot.

“I'll be right back dear.” She says to you quietly, leaving just you and Draco alone. He takes a few more steps towards you before speaking.

”That was a hell of a fall you took.” He smiled softly down at you.

“Had to make a hell of a finish.” You joked looking back at him. Something was different about him. While yes you were teammates and practiced heavily amongst each other, it was the first year you made the team and often you just kept to yourself, letting Draco lead and accomplish what he needed. It wasn't until this moment that you could recognize the softness behind his eyes. There was no fight to win, no points at a stake, and none of his goons next to him bolstering his ego. It was just… Draco.

”Honestly I came to check in on you, and give you something.” His hands stayed behind his back as he sat lightly at the edge of your bed. You sat up and cocked your head to the side.

“Is that so?” You said playfully, but groaning slightly as your movements were a bit too fast for your abilities. His eyes widened and hands came from behind him attempting to tell you to slow down.

“Alright don't get too eager.” He laughed as you leaned back in the bed. A glimmer of gold held in his right palm.

“Is that?” You started noticing his hands. Albeit they were pale and slender, his hands calloused and strong concealed the gift.

“It’s the snitch. From our game.” His palm opened revealing the small metal ball. Your eyes widened. Typically the won snitch stayed with the seeker who had caught it, it was tradition and a personal trophy that was kept in honor of the match.

“Draco.” You whispered.

“Please.” His voice was low and almost demanding. He held it out waiting for your hands to take it. You sheepishly hold out your own hand and he places it gently, lingering his fingers over yours.

“This game meant a lot to me. And you really mean a lot to me.” His eyes were not wavering. Your heart was fluttering, overtaking any pain that was left in your body and replacing it with anticipation.

“I was really scared. For the first time… for you. You fight like no one on the team and I hope you recognize that.” His hand continues to stay in yours, only the snitch in between. You nod slightly as he grips your hand and raises it to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on top of your hand.

“I'll make sure to come back and check on you. I promise.” Draco whispered. You couldn't respond but the look in your eye told him everything he needed to know. He squeezed your hand and got up from the bed, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles before turning and walking away. You were dumbfounded in the interaction, realizing how different you saw him before today. The way he walked with his head down, his hands flexing nervously as he got to the door. He turns just before leaving and sends a wink your way, making your cheeks flush with color. Just as the door closes, leaving you alone, truly alone, you fiddle with the snitch in your hand smiling to yourself. Your thumb resting on your knuckles mimimincing Dracos touch, almost wishing you could turn back time.

Later that night Draco kept his promise. He arrived just after supper, entering the infirmary in more casual clothing, some new bandages on his arm tending to the wounds he got himself at the game. His smile was more confident and his stride showed that. Once he closed the door behind him, you made eye contact and smiled sweetly up at him. The thought that someone would visit you, let alone the dark horse of the slytherin house, was a dream.

“You’re back.” You say sitting up.

”I'd never go back on a promise.” He says arriving at the foot of your bed. You nudge towards the chair placed next to you inviting him to sit. He takes the hint and gets as comfortable as he can in the small wooden stool.

“You’re looking better.” He notes. “You look… more like yourself.” His eyes looking over your face and hands. Taking in how your hair cascades around your face, framiling it softly. The cut on your brow bone is deep yet almost heroic. It showed your power and he could see that. He loved how much you endured in the game, the love for the sport seemed almost to match his. An escape to the school, to the cliques. Just the air, the broom, and a goal.

“I’m sorry we’ve never properly spoken before this. Seems unfair to start after you hurt yourself so badly for the game.” His eyes meeting yours, the sincerity in his words took you back. It never bothered you that he was busy most of the time. It was natural, he was himself and you were just you.

”Hey you're a popular guy.” You laugh trying to make light of his notion.

”Still you deserved more from me. As a leader and a teammate.” He says, his hand grazing yours. Your heart fluttered and looked down quickly to both of your hands.

“I can handle a rough game.” You say back to him, trying to keep your face stoic and unrevealing of your true emotions. He can see right past that, smiling softly at you.

“Yeah. That's what makes you special.” He starts, clearing his throat. “To the team, you are irreplaceable.” His hand envelops yours. Taking a moment to make sure you understood what he meant.

“Draco -“ You say looking at him. The silence of the room was astounding, the thumping of your heart echoing in your head. Before you could respond, he leaned in inching closer to your face. His hand gripping yours tighter. You squeeze in approval as he closes the gap between you. The kiss was soft and short. Just a small peck but it lit up the entire room. He leaned back trying to see your reaction praying that it wasn't too much too soon. You open your eyes to see him, just before closing them again and kissing him. His hands move to hold your face and kiss you deeper. The moment lasting a lifetime.

You break the kiss, looking back into his eyes.

“Do you think ill make the team next year?” You chuckle smiling slightly, hands entangled with his.

”I’ll make sure of it. I promise.”

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #quidditch #Quiddich beater #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin #slytherpride #slytherin x reader #Draco #malfoy family

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