#i honestly have no words for this video it gave us one of most beautiful Harry&Louis moment but also this whole video is just pure vibes

[hoovesandfloorpaws]

this post made me look for the source video from 2011 and OH MY GOD, how did i forget James Corden was there, too and that there's so much baby 1D in that video?

my heart weeps at Louis absolutely fonding it at 2:31 while reaching for Harry to come join him dancing and the video editor knew what they were doing with that slow-mo during that spin :3

i'm dying at them dancing with James Corden at 3:00, that is so freaking cute hahaha. i honestly forgot that James has known them for so much longer than when they were at his show.

also is Louis trying to do the breakdance turtle at 3:43? xD

and they make Zayn do it, too at 4:29 lmfao what is this video it's so fucking funny sksksksks

it gets better, at 4:51 they form a freaking CONGA LINE *wheeze*

also this never-ending shot of just James' back as he's LEAVING via escalator at 6:13 i'm dead

my favorite YT comments:

yes, i did, AfraidOfTheDark04, yes I did 😌

[eds6ngel]

Hello love! Could you do a Steve x Munson!reader?? I want like protective big brother Eddie and love sick Steve and reader I think it’d be so cute! Btw you’re so talented and I absolutely adore you and your writing 💘💘💘

of course i can my love! and thank you ever so much for the compliments, it means a lot to me <3

warnings: fem!reader. munson!reader. no physical appearance mentions so r could be biological or adopted sibling. swearing. a lot of comedy. fluff. comfort. a love confession!! [1.5k].

You started dating Steve at the beginning of ‘85. Your Uncle Wayne had taken a great liking to him, Steve being extra polite when you first invited him around to dinner with your family. When he called it a night and headed home, Wayne closed the door with the words: “He’s a very good kid, Y/N.”

But, there was one person who wasn’t fond of your boyfriend at all, and that would be your brother, Eddie.

Eddie was a prime victim of Steve’s ‘King’ era, recklessly getting bullied by Steve and his friends at the time. So, when you eventually broke the news that you were seeing Steve, it’s safe to say your brother did not take it lightly.

Eddie actually stopped speaking to you for a good day and a half, and then sulked around you for the remainder of the week.

He had eventually gotten used to it, Steve acting nice enough when you invited him over and Wayne wasn’t home. But, just because he was used to it didn’t mean he liked it. If anything, he despised it.

So, instead of leaving you two alone when he would come over, he would become extra annoying.

And boy did he enjoy it.

“Hey, Wayne?” you ask, walking into the living room where he was lounging on the couch. “Is it alright if Steve comes over tomorrow night?”

“Course it is darlin’,” he replies, signalling over to your brother, “But, I am out for the night, I have a shift. So, you should really be asking Eddie.”

“Yeah, whatever…” he mumbles, not looking up from his Heavy Metal magazine, obviously listening in to the conversation between you and Wayne.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you say optimistically, “Thanks Eds!”

You skip back to your room, running to the phone so you could let your boyfriend know, unaware of the conversation that was happening in the living room.

“You gotta accept who they are son, you can’t be sittin’ here all grumpy any time she brings up the poor boy.”

Eddie sighs out frustratedly, “He’s an asshole Wayne. He bullied me for two years!”

Wayne looks up from his newspaper, “Has he bullied ya recently?”

Eddie pouts his lips, avoiding Wayne’s gaze, mumbling out a “No.”

“Exactly boy,” he replies, “He’s obviously changed, people can do that. Your sister wouldn’t date him for no reason.”

Eddie shakes his head, groaning out, until a little idea pops in his head. An idea that he could accomplish tomorrow.

You and Steve were sat on the couch, snuggled up to one another, some cheesy horror flick on the TV which Steve had rented out from Family Video.

“How’s your week been, beautiful?” Steve asks with a smile, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Not bad, Mrs. Click only gave me a B- on that damn History homework, again! Like, I really don’t understand what this woman wants from me, honestly,” you softly laugh.

“Babe, I think you forget that I get a C in every class, so anything above that is incredible to me,” he tangles his hand in your hair and presses a kiss to your cheek, “I’m proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you too,” you whisper back, “Grades are technically just a reflection of the teacher’s working. If most of your kids are failing, technically that’s your fau—“

But, your sentence gets interrupted by the loud sound of clashing from behind you, Eddie shifting through the cupboards to grab something.

“Hey Eds,” he looks up at you, “What are you doing?”

“Oh, I just fancied a grilled cheese, so I thought I’d make one,” he smiles.

“You know Wayne left that soup in the fridge that Mrs. Johnson gave to us. You just need to heat it up,” you remind him, your patience wearing thin.

“Nah, I don’t feel like that,” he looks between the two of you, innocently saying, “Oh, I won’t interrupt you guys. You just keep being cutesy and all that shit.”

You sigh as you snuggle back into Steve’s side, trying to focus on the movie. But, you could’ve sworn Eddie was being extra loud on purpose, slamming the fridge door shut and throwing the frying pan on the stove.

It went all quiet for a while, the low sound of sizzling being the only distraction in the background, silent enough for you and Steve to focus back on the movie.

However, that was until Eddie called to you, “Hey Y/N!”

You roll your eyes as you turn around and look behind you, “Yes Eddie?” you ask with a sarcastic smile.

He signals you to come over with his arm, “Would you say this is cooked enough?”

You pinch your forehead with your fingers, “When it’s golden brown, it’s cooked Eddie.”

“Yeah, but what is ‘golden brown’? Just, get your ass over here.”

You groan out as you get up from your seat, stomping over to Eddie and looking down at his food sizzling away in the frying pan.

“Eddie, you haven’t even flipped it over yet,” you stare at him with a deadpan look.

“Oh yeah, so I haven’t,” he smiles back at you, a smile you wanted to wipe right off of his face, “See, this is why I need you sis. Where would I be without you?”

You walk back to the couch, mumbling under your breath, “Away from me, that’s for sure,” laying completely on top of Steve as he wraps his arms around your back, yours around his neck as your face squishes into his chest.

Although you can’t see, Eddie’s frustrations are growing. How did that make you two even closer? Eddie smirks to himself as he thinks of something that would definitely get you to move away from Steve.

You haven’t looked up from the screen in over five minutes. With the grilled cheese sizzling away behind you, you believe Eddie has everything under control for once. That’s until you smell the sense of burning behind you, followed by the loud blaring of the smoke alarm.

“What the fu— Eddie!” you yell, leaping off of the couch, Steve covering his ears with his hands at the loud noise as you turn the hob off and move the frying pan onto the worktop.

Eddie returns from the bathroom, you yelling at him, “What the hell were you doing?”

“I needed a piss!”

“Well, you can’t just leave food unattended!” you shout, smacking the smoke alarm with your fist, knowing from experience that the worn out item died down from doing that motion.

“Jesus,” he holds his hands up, “I’m sorry.”

You huff as you head back over to Steve, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as you say, “I’m heading to the bathroom, okay?”

He nods as you exit the room, leaving just him and Eddie alone, Eddie assembling his burnt sandwich, although he didn’t mind, since it got you away from Steve.

But, maybe this was worse, because now he was stuck in a silent atmosphere with his former bully.

Steve speaks up, “I’m not going to hurt her, y’know?”

Eddie doesn’t look at Steve as he continues making his sandwich, “What?”

Steve turns around, looking at Eddie in the kitchen, “I said I’m not going to hurt her. I’m not like I used to be. King Steve died a long time ago.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t believe that,” Eddie mumbles back, throwing his grilled cheese on a plate and heading towards his room.

“Dude, wait!” Steve yells, getting up from his seat and jogging over to him, Eddie turning his back as he leans against the kitchen countertop, “Look, I know why you don’t believe me, hell, I wouldn’t either.”

He sighs, “The reason Nancy Wheeler broke up with me is because I didn’t care about her problems. When she needed me most, I wasn’t there. I don’t want to be that again for your sister, man,” Steve admits. “I love her, I can’t lose her. I’m not like I was before, I’m not friends with Tommy and Carol anymore, I couldn’t give two shits about popularity, all I care about is being a good boyfriend to your sister. And all I ask of you is to accept that because if you started dating my sister, I would accept it in a heartbeat.”

“You love me?” you whisper as you come out of the bathroom, looking at Steve with a loving gaze. You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he cups your cheeks, “Yeah baby, I love you.”

You smile, your insides burning alive at the confession, “I love you too.”

Steve sighs happily as he slots his lips in between yours, the two of you sharing a soft kiss, expressing all of your love and admiration for each other.

Eddie slides past the two of you and heads to his room with his food. Did he 100% believe Steve had completely changed? No. He was still pretty convinced that the old him was buried away in there somewhere.

But, was he undoubtedly in love with you? Yes. And although he feels protective of you after everything the two of you had been through together, the one thing he could let you do is be happy with your boyfriend.

You deserved love, and he wasn’t going to take that away from you.

i really hope you enjoyed this fic! i had a lot of fun writing it <33

[tjwritesfanfics]

Universe Eleven *Newness*

Pairing: Paul/Reader

Summary: Being new parents isn’t easy, but there is no one else Paul would rather be doing it with.

Rating: Slightly sad, but nothing big

Words: 906

Every Universe Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Love is two people who don’t give up on eachother.

When you found out you were pregnant you were over the moon. You and your husband, Paul, had been trying for the past few months and you were scared it would never take, but after seeing the positive lines on the pregnancy test you couldn’t stop the tears.

Paul has been the best father ever.

When you were pregnant he would go out and get you everything you were craving. He would read every single book on pregnancy, giving birth, and being a new parent. If it involved you and your little baby girl, Paul read it.

Every doctor's appointment, Paul would be there. Hell even when you started your lamaze classes, he would make sure he was there. He may have almost fainted at the videos they were showing about childbirth, but it was sweet that he was there.

Then came the day your little girl was born. It was a Wednesday and you called Paul at work, sending him into a panic when you told him your water broke. He rushed back home, the to-go bag already packed and by the door since you both knew it could be soon, and hurried you into his car.

It was a crazy next few hours, but eventually you gave birth to your baby Laila.

“You did so good, baby.” Paul kissed your forehead while the nurses tended to your baby. “I am so proud of you.”

“Here you go dad.”

Paul turned to the nurse to see they were handing him Laila. He weakly smiled, arms open for his daughter. “Hi Laila. You are so beautiful. Look babe, she’s got your eyes.”

Paul brought Laila over to you, love pouring out of every inch of him. You laugh weakly. “No silly. She definitely has your eyes.”

“I promise you. I am going to take such good care of my girls. I love you. Both of you.”

And at first he made good on his promise. Not complaining when Laila cried at night and when it was his turn. Always happy to change her dirty diaper. Helping around the house, making sure you were comfortable, taking care of Laila.

Paul really did want to go all in on being a new dad, but even he was only human. Over time he slowly stopped being as caring. Groaning loudly when Laila cried, trying to get out of his turn to check on her, passing her to you whenever she used her diaper, and not being around as much.

It was almost as if he stopped caring.

This went on for a few weeks before you confronted him about it.

After putting Laila to bed, you sat in the living room, waiting for him to come home. You were waiting a good thirty minutes before he finally came through the door.

“You’re late.” Paul frowned as he shut the door. “You said you would be home to put Laila to bed. Paul, you promised.”

“I was just out with the guys. Martin was telling us about some date he went on with this girl. He wanted to celebrate.”

You knew Paul was close to Martin, seeing him as his own brother, but when he promised you thought he would actually follow through on this one.

“But you promised.”

Paul groaned and ran his hands through his hair, obviously agitated, but not wanting to start anything big.

“Okay I’m sorry. I promised, but I’ll be better next time, okay? Better?”

“What’s going on with you Paul?” You stood from your place on the couch and walked over to him. You could tell when he was getting tired and overwhelmed. If he was getting tired of being the sole driving force of taking care of your daughter all he had to do was talk to you, but instead he was just driving himself away from you. You took his hands out of his hair, holding them at your sides while you rubbed your thumb over the back of it. “Talk to me. Please.”

Paul knew he couldn’t hide his feelings from you for much longer. Honestly he didn’t know why he didn’t just talk to you in the first place. You were the most understanding person he’s ever known and it wasn’t like you wouldn’t listen to him.

Taking a deep breath, he rested his head on yours. “I’m tired.”

“About?” You hum, happy he was finally letting it out. “You can tell me.”

“Since Laila was born I feel like I’ve been running myself into the ground. I know I promised I would take care of your girls, but I’m tired.”

You lift your head to kiss his cheek, his nose, and finally his lips, making sure to pour all of your love into every press against his skin.

“Paul. My sweet sweet Paul. You have been so good to me and Laila, but you are only human, baby. You also need some rest.” You look him in the eyes, wiping away the tears that were forming in his eyes. “I don’t mind helping more, you know I don’t. You don’t have to take everything onto yourself.”

Paul nodded. “Okay.”

Paul wrapped you into his arms, squeezing you tight against his chest. You were right. You always were. Being a new parent was hard, but the last thing he wanted to do was navigate these waters with anyone but you.

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[artzychic27]

Hello. I ❤️ your blog especially your science kids. May I see where one of them calls Marinette out like how Quagmire does it. Sorry for the awkwardness. This is my first time typing to somebody. 😊😊

Yes, honey! Yes! I have been waiting for this!

Simon, my favorite Irish tech geek, take the stand!

Marinette: Well, you don't need to look for somebody new. I'll hang out with you guys.

Marc: Yeah, you know, I don't think that's gonna work out, Marinette, 'cause of the whole Simon thing.

Marinette: What Simon thing?

Marc: Oh, you know, just that he hates you.

Marinette: Simon hates me?

Marc: Hates you.

Marinette: I... I don't get it. Why... why wouldn't Simon like me?

Marc: Because he thinks you're annoying. Like people who never shut up about their pets.

—

Marinette: Hey, Simon, what a coincidence. You and me just runnin' into each other. How, how ya doin'?

Simon: Fine.

Marinette: So… *Noticed Simon’s aunt at the checkout* Is that your mom? She’s beautiful.

Simon: That's my aunt, Marinette. My mother is dead to me, as is my father, and I hope they rot in their prison cells.

Marinette: Oh, God. I'm... I'm really sorry.

Simon: I got a cousin who beat her husband. Wanna ask me about her, too?

—

Alya: Hey, what are you getting all dressed up for?

Marinette: I'm treating Simon to a night out.

Alix: Really? I thought he hated you. How'd you convince him to go?

Marinette: I tricked him. Sent him a phony card. He thinks he's going on a romantic date with Denise.

Myléne: But instead, you're going to show up.

Marinette: You got it.

Rose: Yikes.

Juleka: That's a recipe for disappointment.

—

Marinette: I'll bet you got... how do those things work?

Simon: What? My music videos? How does a music video work?

Marinette: Yeah.

Simon: … You want me to sit here and explain to you how a music video works?

Marinette: I don't know. Yeah.

Simon: You want to maybe just go?

Marinette: Simon, come on, I'm really trying hard here.

Simon: Who asked you to try hard?

Marinette: Nobody, but all... I'm trying to establish a friendship with you. All I've done is try to be nice to you, and you still don't like me. How can you not like me?!

Simon: … Okay. I'll tell you…. You are the worst person I know. You simped after Adrien while you were dating Luka and while Adrien was dating Kagami. The guy was writing you a song, gave you his favorite guitar pick, gave you free therapy, and that was how you repaid him? And to add insult to injury, you rubbed your love for Adrien right in his face. And you're so insensitive. You basically tried to kick Luka out of Kitty Section and make Adrien the lead guitarist? What the fuck? And what really bothers me, is you pretend you're this perfect girl who can do no wrong when all you are is a hypocrite, liar, and a word that’d make the Priest blush. Yeah, I lie; who hasn’t? At least I come clean about it in the end. I don't go on about how I hate liars and then stalk Lila trying to lie her way into Adrien’s pants, and then brag about how I’m some perfect angel trying to look out for everyone. You’re not a perfect angel. You’re a spoiled little, manipulative brat. You use those stupid dough eyes, tears, and sob stories about how much you love Adrien to get people to go along with your stupid plans. God, you make me sick! And you only delude yourself by thinking you're the greatest thing since slice bread, when you’re honestly just as bad as Chloé and Lila. Actually, you know, I should have known Denise didn't write me that note. Yeah, they actually have the guts to say things to my face without stammering like you do around Adrien when you’ve known the guy for almost a year! And I think what I hate most about you is your hypocrisy when it comes to Adrien’s love life, how he "deserves better," how Chloé is a spoiled brat only after Adrien for his looks, how Kagami is too controlling. Well, what have you done to prove that you’re not like them? I’ve only heard you obsess over his looks and “perfection.” Never heard you once talk about interests that Gabriel doesn’t force on him. You wanna get to know the guy? Talk to him! And, by the way, knowing Lila is a liar doesn't make you Jesus Christ. Yeah, I know about the Lila situation! And I don’t care! You wanna basically ruin your relationships with your friends by screaming in their faces, “Lila’s a liar!! Believe me, because I’m better than her!” Go ahead! Who the hell are you to act as if though you were in the right? Your impulsiveness in trying to expose her got you expelled, which isn't nearly as bad as how you treated your parents! Did you ever pay them back for what was meant to be a family trip to Shanghai? But you know what? I could forgive all of that, all of it… If you weren't such a bore. That's the worst of it, Marinette. You're just a sad, pathetic bore… *Sighs* Well, see ya, Marinette. Thanks for the fucking steak. *Leaves*

[dearest-and-nearest]

I just realised yesterday was my channel's birthday. I made edits before that, but they were in different style, made mostly for my friend and I don't like them much, they're not exactly mine.

And since it would be strange to post an edit made 6 years ago while i barely understood how to use Premiere and almost skipped the school trying to upload it, here's a few edits I'm really proud of and you should watch them instead

This two were made for my most favourite visual novel for a long time, Demonheart. This novel literally saved me as a writer, because I had a hard time: I wrote a fic which was ignored by fandom for almost 2 years already, I was burning out very quickly and tired of trying to promote it and failing. So my friend convinced me to finally play and oh my god, this was exactly what I needed.

I played it completely very fast and then went for nwn1 mod (a first version of plot), played it, read dialogues in toolset, wrote a fic (here it is) and finally decided to make an edit. I never used visual novels as a base before, so this was hard and exciting at the same time

First one is more messy, but more fitting with lyrics of song. Second is more accurate and professional, but anyway, I'm proud of both of them

This one is not in style I usually doing now, but in style i used to make edits. It's about my Hawke, Aretha, her rivalmance with Anders and their tragedy.

Da2 is my favourite part of serie (like it's hard to not consider dao as classic, but da2 is more alive for me, more low and dark sometimes) and especially because of rivalry. I'm in love how different characters act depending on your relationship, how they change depending on that and how actually many variations there are in game. I really recommend everyone to try rivalry at least once. Maybe without romance or even with non-romancable companion like Varric or Aveline, but try. It really get understanding how and why characters are where they are. And because of rivalry I feel how much lighter Varric was written in the next games

Before Glassred became my main char, I had another pair. Their names were Rilliane and Zilveig. Tiefling and Half-Drow, Chaotic Evil and Neutral Good. They hadn't started with that alignments, but coming to them during the whole game

Honestly, I created them long before release and they changed during ea just like game was. Rilliane was a Bhaalspawn (not Dark Urge! Just a descendant of some random Bhaalspawn, she had so little of god's blood in her that it was almost nonexistent. But the main word is almost), Zilveig just a shy nervous girl, who was haunted by her past and self-hate. I tried to write a fic about them, but couldn't handle no feedback and dropped it before all guns shot.

So, here's a video about Rilliane's love triangle. Shadowheart loves her, Rilliane loves Astarion and in my plans Astarion was going to use her to have more power. They both see her pretty close: as a saviour, someone valuable, but while Shadowheart admires her beauty, Astarion wants to destroy this girl. So yeah, had many plans, but couldn't handle them properly

This is some kind of tribute when I finally gave up with their stories completely. Song is russian, but I added English subs, so you can understand it anyway!

This one was made based on one of my most favourite films, Flesh+Blood. Heavily recommend it to everyone, the chemistry between main couple is something. I found out that same actors also were in another movie, The Hitcher. Even through they had only one common scene there and were heavily antagonistic, I didn't care and made an au with reincarnation.

There's not much to say since this films are old, but I really, really love them and heavily recommend to everyone. Really, watch, you won't be disappointed

One of my latest one. This song is one of the most fitting for the whole ME trilogy and I think true and heavy renegade is really underrated. Most of fandom play as paragade, but what can be more fun than commit a genocide before breakfast?

You can see how my skill upgraded and evoluted and I'm proud of it. Maybe I'm not perfect and probably I am, but I'm learning. I'm making better videos and I'm happy I can do that. So thank you for reading this post! Hope you liked all these edits!

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

favorite k-pop group tag game!! thank you for tagging me @cosmicdreamgrl @jkvjimin & @hvseoks 🤍🤍

who is your favorite k-pop group?

bangtan, ofc

which member sparked your interest first?

jhope! i couldn’t take my eyes off of him when i watched performances! he glows!!!!!!

who was your first bias?

seokjin <3

what makes them your current bias?

is this question worded correctly? lol jin is still my bias (there was a moment after watching some run bts where it was yoongi but i returned to my roots). what makes me a jin bias? WELL [unfurls scroll] no i’m just kidding, i wish i was better at putting it into words let me try!!!!! besides being the most beautiful man in the universe, I love his sense of humor and I love someone who can make the people around them happy and find joy and laughter in all situations and I feel like he does that so well in this group. he’s also so unabashedly himself it’s refreshing, and i love that he’s a bit of a wildcard and honestly keeps a lot to himself, we love a mystery. he’s just the epitome of chaotic GOOD and works so hard and loves and cares for everyone so much…… seokjin is so comforting for me to watch because i see myself in him and i just have a lot of love in my heart for him okay???? 🥲 tldr; when i see him i get the zoomies

who is your bias wrecker?

yoongi and jhope

which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/bias wrecker?

taehyung (deep sigh)

when did you first discover this group?

dec 2021 is when i started going all in. for no particular reason, i just really enjoyed watching their videos and laughing with them during what was a hard time for me. i had bwl on old playlists at that time but didn’t dig any further back then, silly me lol

have you ever been to one of their concerts?

i was soooooo fortunate to be able to see yoongi twice on his dday tour 🥲 i had SO much fun at it too, i hope i can see the whole group one day 🥲 but my favorite part was getting to experience it with @aprylynn and also meet @kithtaehyung 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 i love the connections the most and he gave us that thumbs up!!!!!!! like i just. screaming people with everyone in that room is high up on my favorite moments of life list

what are some of your favorite songs by the group?

omg, what would be my ult faves????? DIMPLE of course, ego, silver spoon, run BTS, mic drop, love maze, home, boyz with fun, life goes on, autumn leaves, spinebreaker (this should open the next tour imo) & cypher 3

i’ll tag: @livelocks @rjshope @ugh-yoongi @senor-hoberto @raplinenthusiasts @starcatching @vrainydays @lesbiansuga @sevencoloredstar @thisfuckingdeadlife @jinstronaut @epiphanytear @btsiu (& those mentioned 😘 & you if you’re reading this!!!!!)

[lilover131]

Clear Card Chapter 75 Analysis

Omg, Chrissy posting a chapter analysis in a reasonable amount of time! It’s like a Christmas miracle in July! Now that I am mostly moved into my new place and am in a better place emotionally, I actually have the time to sit down and get this done quickly! I apologize for the delays the past two months, and I appreciate y’all being patient with not just that, but the lack of posts in general. I know I’ve been more quiet than usual for sure, and I’d like to get back to being more active on here.

This chapter was really fun in a lot of ways, but we also get a nice cliffhanger that isn’t entirely surprising. But nonetheless, I’m hyped and so ready for future chapters! Without further ado, let’s dig into chapter 75!

As usual, I will start off by talking about the color page. Omgggggg, I love this one. CLAMP gave us the colors for these new outfits immediately (the fanartists are grateful), and I love the similarity to this and the cover for chapter ____. Syaoran still has a serious expression, but certainly looks more serious than emotionless like the Kaito black cat version. And Sakura is actually smiling in this one as opposed to her almost confused expression in the previous chapter. The moon seems to replace the gears for the most part here, and this is symbolic as the moon itself becomes very important in this chapter! We also have Kaito’s clock face in this image, which is important for obvious reasons.

The chapter itself begins with Sakura revealing her Dream wand. It is not familiar to anyone of course, but Sakura stated to have found the key alongside her star key, and she felt it was important to use this one, especially as she and the others could sense that this was made with her magic. It seems logical to all that this staff existed prior to the world being rewritten.

 Tomoyo advises both Sakura and Syaoran that the ear cuffs they are wearing are transmitters that will allow them to talk to each other. Moreover, they can be used to send audio and video to her tablet. Nakuru is impressed by the technology, but I never cease to be amused by Tomoyo’s never ending desire to capture literally everything on film. Hahahaha.

 Sakura then pulls out the FLY card and uses it on Syaoran, which sprouts the wings that we’ve become familiar seeing on him. However, this is a surprise to everyone else, who of course doesn’t remember any of this from the previous timeline. Also, CAN I JUST SAY HOW HAPPY I AM THAT WE STILL GET WINGED SYAO?!! I was honestly a little depressed thinking we wouldn’t see any more of that. Lol. Kero asks why Sakura is using the FLY card on him and what she will do for herself. Sakura states that Momo told her that there were other cards that haven’t disappeared, and she calls upon FLIGHT (yay!!!). FLIGHT is honestly probably the best card of the Clear Cards, so I am stoked to see this card particularly returning. It is the only one from this deck that has really shown clear emotions and personality, and it’s so cute!!

 Eriol seems impressed and through Nakuru’s phone can see the new card. He can tell it is made from Sakura’s magic and Kaho mentions that it is also Sakura’s summoning circle. With that, Sakura steps up to Akiho and asks to borrow her pocket watch for a bit. She willingly passes it along and claims she will be right back before she and Syaoran fly up into the air.

 The couple has a beautiful scene in the sky with the moon in the background, and Sakura thanks Syaoran for coming along. He thanks her in return, but specifically for saying that he is her favorite person in the world. OMG, HOW CUTE CAN THESE TWO BE, SERIOUSLY?! I could not help but gush for a moment and just felt a warmth in my heart. But I absolutely love what Sakura says next. She says that when she found out the world had been rewritten, she thought to herself that if she had something to say, it was important to say it, because then even if the world was rewritten again, the words would still have been said and would live in their hearts. This kind of explains why Sakura has been a little more assertive in what she wants to say in the past few chapters, but I also think this is an important and beautiful message in general for everyone. We should all say what we want to say while we can, because they will live on in our hearts no matter what happens after.

While Tomoyo, Kero, Suppi, Nakuru, and Yuki are watching on the tablet, Touya speaks alone with Akiho. He tells her that despite Sakura’s flaws (which are hardly flaws but just silly teasing remarks), that she always carries out the things she says she is going to do. So if she has promised to find Akiho’s missing person, then she will. He is likely saying this to Akiho so she will be reassured that everyone will come out of this safely. So all they have to do is wait for Sakura to call them…together. He gives her a little pat on the head, and this is just such a sweet little moment between brother and sister.

 Meanwhile, the rest of them are watching the ‘livestream’ of Sakura and Syaoran and just caught the cute interaction between the two. They comment on how livid Touya would’ve been if he had heard the conversation, and Kero and Suppi find themselves starting to pity Touya as a result. Lmaaoo. I guess it’s a blessing he didn’t overhear any of it.

 Sakura and Syaoran are up in the air and discuss how they will go about finding Kaito, and Sakura says that she feels power inside of it, but that it doesn’t belong to anyone she knows. They come to the conclusion that it must belong to ‘the one who is missing’ and that it will lead them to him. Syaoran summons his rashinban and tells Sakura to place the pocket watch on it. She does as asked and Syaoran uses his locating spell. This has been a spell established in the original series as something he could do. In the Sakura card arc, Syaoran attempted to find Eriol via the coat he left behind on the feverish Sakura, and he mentioned this spell when Sakura transformed the SHADOW card at the school to locate Tomoyo (he couldn’t in the end since they didn’t have anything left behind by Tomoyo). The way the spell works though is that Syaoran can locate a person with an object of theirs that is left behind, and I’m so glad we finally get to see him use this spell successfully!

However, the result is rather unexpected. The rashinban shoots out a beam of light that points directly towards the moon. Syaoran assumes this must be a mistake because there are traces of moon magic in the pocket watch, and that perhaps this is why it is pointing towards the moon. This is logical, however Sakura then advises that his tracking spell is actually correct, and that what they are seeing isn’t the real moon. Syaoran is naturally confused by this, but Sakura acts immediately by summoning the SWORD card and slices right through the illusion. 

This seems to open up a portal to where they want to go. Watching from England, Kaho and Eriol are commenting on how magic of this level would have taken the combined power of many sorcerers, but that Sakura was able to see right through it within seconds. She has certainly grown powerful, but Eriol states that this was not power she grew unconsciously but rather through sheer will. If she wants something done, her magic will guide her and do what she wants. It’s a good thing Sakura is such a pure and good human being. Can you imagine what someone with evil intend would do with that kind of power? Makes me shiver thinking about it…

 Sakura and Syaoran have no idea what awaits them on the other side, but nonetheless they bravely go in together and without hesitation. The space they enter almost looks like a crazy Salvador Dali painting with warped clock parts all around them. I think this space symbolizes Kaito’s ‘time’. His lifespan is now a bunch of warped clock pieces that are broken apart (this is my theory at least). The beam of light from Syaoran’s rashinban continues to guide them, however where it ends is certainly unexpected. At the end of the light is...the dragon (the one we’ve seen from Sakura’s dreams) curled up asleep within a gyroscope of sorts. It seems to be trapped, and due to the light pointing at it, reason would deduce that the dragon is Kaito’s current form (likely a result of the curse put upon him by the Association and Akiho’s clan). Now, many of us have had theories that the dragon would ultimately turn out to be Kaito due to the dragon symbols that appeared in the corners of the ‘storybook’ formatting of his past as told by Momo. However, there was never any certainty until now. I can’t say I’m surprised, but I’m glad that we finally are getting some answers.

The only thing we need to know now is…well, what happens now? What will happen if they free and wake up dragon Kaito? Will he be violent and cause destruction? Will he remember who he is? And naturally…how in the world do they get him back to who he was? My current theory is that he will escape and enter Tomoeda, just like the first dream Sakura had about Kaito. I also believe that initially he will not remember who he is and cause destruction, but that Akiho will be the one to bring him back to himself. I also still think Syaoran will have some role here as CLAMP seems to have implied it, but we’ll see exactly what that is. I am extremely excited though to see where this goes, and I anticipate major drama in the next chapter! Let’s gooooooooooooooooo!!!!

[casspurrjoybell-27]

In a Heartbeat - Chapter 42 - Part 2

*Warning - Adult Content*

Simon

I sucked in a breath, realizing that it was probably because of Nicole that Xavier felt that way here.

The guilt and shame of keeping her secret for this long hit me full force, knowing that Xavier needed to know.

I felt like this was the only chance I'd get, the most appropriate time to tell him.

After all, he did spend his time to help me by being here, it was only right I helped him and told him the truth.

He picked up one of the bouquets near Nicole's plaque.

"That and Helen's are always the best. She picks each flower carefully, strategically placing them in a beautiful arrangement and then wraps it with such care and every single one was different every time."

But it was such a massive thing to tell someone, that I wasn't even sure where to begin.

And no matter how much I felt Xavier deserved to know, there was no telling what his reaction would be.

Would he be mad, sad or accept it?

Xavier was always level-headed compared to his brother's but would he still feel the same after I told him?

Xavier smiled at me before pointing at my plaque.

"She always saved her best for you. It would always be bigger and she'd often write letters all the time for you."

I didn't want to ruin that smile of his but I was feeling that opportunity slipping away by the second.

So I reached out a hand, placing it gently on his knee, looking at her stone.

"You would've liked Nicole," I said to him.

"She loved to garden with Helen. She would've loved this garden too."

He frowned.

"I honestly hadn't seen her very often, you two were always so busy. I was friends with your brothers though. I used to play video games with them all the time."

"No," I told him.

"You would've really liked her."

I couldn't look him in the eyes, instead, staring at her name through the tears.

Xavier shifted, placing his hands gently on my face to look at me.

"Are you alright?"

I shook my head, trying to avoid his eyes, knowing I'd definitely turn into an awful mess.

I sniffled, before apologizing profusely, adding...

"Please don't hate me."

He scoffed.

"I could never hate you, Simon."

I couldn't tell if it was the sobbing or the start of a panic attack but I was having a hard time breathing, I wasn't even sure if I could even tell him now at this point.

I could feel him pull me into a hug but I pushed at his chest until I finally gave up, resting my head in the crook of his neck.

I know it was wrong, trying to seek comfort from him but I wasn't sure I could do it now.

"I've got you," he cooed.

"I'm here."

"I'm sorry," I mewled over and over.

"I'm so sorry."

He rubbed small circles along my back, before saying...

"Why do you feel sorry? You don't have to apologize."

I shook my head, before pushing at him slightly.

"It's all my fault."

"No, it's not. None of it was, Simon."

I gulped, trying so desperately to get my breathing under control but everything was just weighing me down again.

Sounding more and more like a plea, I repeated...

"Please don't hate me."

He gripped my arms, pulling me back slightly to look me in my eyes.

"What's wrong? How could I possibly hate you?"

'Now or never,' I thought to myself.

If I couldn't manage to tell him, then I was sure that it would just make things worse for him later.

So will all the courage I could possibly muster, through all the tears, I told him.

I couldn't look him in the eyes but I told him, as quiet as my voice came out.

Those five dreaded words that had unknowingly haunted me and caused so much pain for him all those years but I said it.

"Nicole, she was your mate."

It was unbearably silent waiting for his reaction, complete fear coursing through me at what his reaction would be.

I wanted to believe that he'd be understanding, that he'd tell me it was alright but I knew that that was something terrible to find out.

To know that you had been searching for nearly two decades, only to know that she had died in front of you so long ago.

So even in his arms, I knew that his reaction, no matter how negative would be warranted.

After all, I had known this long without telling him, without telling anyone.

I first noticed his body tensing, aside from that, he hadn't moved, hadn't said anything but my flight response was kicking in and I so desperately wanted to hightail it out of there and as the silence kept on, I could feel the panic hitting me full force.

I was shaking terribly, my teeth chattering from the violent tremors, as I pulled my arms into me.

I wanted to disappear and flee from him all at once.

I felt so disassociated from my body, murmuring...

"Please don't hate me," over and over through shallow breaths.

My body was failing to listen to me, as the fear seemed to claw at every single organ in my body and then I could feel Xavier standing up then and a different fear was growing.

He was leaving.

He was going to leave me here.

I didn't care if he kicked me or punched me but I gripped onto his pant leg, trying to hold him here.

"No," I cried.

"Please don't leave. Don't leave me. I'm sorry."

He still hadn't said anything and I wasn't even sure of what scared me more, his silence or his desire to leave, to walk away like I wasn't suffering too.

It didn't help that this situation was feeling all too similar and as unreasonable as it seemed, it felt like Vince tossing me aside again when I told him about us and again when I pleaded with him to stop hurting my family, to at least let me stay in the pack.

I had begged him just like I was begging Xavier, clutching onto his arm and leg, hoping that he would at least listen, to at least have some sympathy.

All I could hear was myself pleading with Xavier over and over until he finally broke his silence.

"I-I just need some time, Simon. Some space, please."

He sounded so heartbroken and now I wasn't sure if I did the right thing now.

I had hurt him, I hurt Xavier.

Not only did I push him away but now I was for sure having an attack, everything so dizzy and painful.

My mind was spiraling and at that point, I was so far gone, so lost, that I wasn't even sure where I was or what I was doing.

'It hurts,' I wanted to shout, wanting somebody to help me.

'Please, it hurts.' 

[francescaswiftsblog]

Hiii i am Francesca! I love Taylor Swift. In my mind she is my bestfriend and I will make her my bestfriend and I will meet her. I love her personality and the way she articulates words. I am obsessed with reading her old blog posts and I wish Myspace was still active because it would be so cool to see her continue to blog her life. I am 18. Some similarities between Taylor and I are, we both were born on the 13th (her december and me august).We also share the same lucky number. People may say “oh you are saying 13 is ur lucky number because it’s hers” and you can believe what u want but it was my lucky number before I even knew it was Taylor’s. It was the date I was born and I was born on a Friday so Friday the 13th. We both love playing guitar and we were both born in Pennsylvania. She is a sag and I am a leo so we are very compatible which is how I know we would be bestfriends. I cannot wait till she does meet and greets again. I know I will meet her.

Anyways it is Father’s Day so happy Father’s Day to all of the fathers. I woke up so early this morning and I was sooo tired because I was up really late watching Taylor swift edits and the rookie. The rookie is such a good show I love it. I go through shows really fast which is why this show is good because each episode is so long and there are a lot of seasons. I wanna write music but it’s so difficult. My friends and I used to write music but that was forever ago and I wanna start again. I went to my grandfathers for the morning for Father’s Day and I laid out in the sun for a while. I got Starbucks on the way home. I cleaned my room a bit and then I napped because exposure to the sun makes me exhausted. I then had to wake up again because I was driving my siblings and I to my dad’s house for Father’s Day. I’m at my dads house currently and just chilling on the chair while my siblings talk. I am expecting dressers tomorrow which I am super excited about because I have SOOO many clothes and they do not fit anywhere and my other dresser is broken. I was looking for my Taylor swift red tour concert shirt last night but it is nowhere to be found. There are two things that could have happened: my sister stole it.. 😡 or… I accidentally gave it away when I was going through my clothes. I’ll just get a new one eventually plus many more from all of her tours.

I have to wake up early again tmr so I plan on sleeping early tonight. There are so many things I wanna buy but I only have $170. I need…well more so want… a new purse. I also want some new necklaces and bracelets and jewelry. I also want some essentials like new lip balm, lip gloss, some vitamins, makeup remover, and face stuff like panoxyl and snail mucin.

There’s this thing where Swifties don’t remember most or all of the eras tour. I am experiencing that. It feels like I wasn’t even there. Which sucks but at least I took a ton of videos so I can try reliving the experience. People say it’s like they blacked out the whole time or part of the time because there are parts they just cannot recall and if their weren’t videos they would not have believed it happened.There were also people where after the concert, the brain tried convincing themselves it never happened. I am just blessed to have been in the same place as TAYLOR SWIFT. I will make it my life mission to go again. Every time I see her, whether it’s a picture or edit, I get emotional. Honestly. I don’t know why. I just love her so much. She is such a good role model and she is beautiful and her music is so good.

I’m planning on getting a tattoo of the number 13. I was gonna get matching ones a couple months ago w my friend but idk if we are still. We were planning on doing that because 13 is also her lucky number but like me, it’s not because of Taylor swift dw. She’s not even a fan of Taylor swift (which I do not understand tbh).

Anyways these are all my thoughts for now. I’ll post again later if I have anything new to say. I need a journal to write all my thoughts down but until I find the perfect one I will continue to write my thoughts here. I will actually end up writing in my journal and then posting what I want out of my journal. No one is gonna follow this and I don’t want anyone too. This is just for me when I get older so I can look back on it and remember what I thought about on a certain day. It is a good way to see my growth.

Lovealways

Cesca💜

June 18th, 2023

[astranva]

Vogue Beauty Secrets

Word Count: 2.1k

Category: Fluff

Warning: Nothing

Summary: Actress!Y/N does the Vogue Beauty Secrets video, and Harry decides to help.

a/n: i mixed my own skincare routine with a bit of some of hyram’s alright, don’t try these unless you consult a dermatologist and know your skin type. 

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Y/N Y/L/N (and Harry Styles)’s Guide to Dewy Skin and Everyday Makeup | Beauty Secrets | Vogue

“Hey, Vogue!” You waved with a beaming face and a grin, “It’s Y/N Y/L/N and I’m really excited to share with you my,” you leaned into the camera, cupping your hand around your mouth, “Secrets,” you whispered. 

You were in your bathroom, camera prepped up by the mirror. In a light blue robe and a tousled bun, you began talking to the camera, “I woke up not long ago, it’s a lazy day today and I honestly have nowhere to be at today, but I’ll still show you what I do,” you said, “Some skin caring and minimal makeup and all that.” 

“First thing is some skin caring,” you said, “I’ve always been into skincare, but I had a lot to learn. Like, I definitely went through some bad reactions to the craziest trends back then and some DIY masks and all that,” you paused, “Big no, by the way. Natural doesn’t always mean it’s good because these stuff aren’t, like, made to go on your face most of the time,” you explained, “And with being on set and traveling all the time, and like, so much makeup being put on my face for the screen, I have to make sure I’m maintaining a healthy skin,” you said before holding the cleanser up, “I’m currently in London so the weather’s been drying my skin so bad, so I’m going to use the hydrating cleanser from CeraVe.”

You put some on your hands before beginning to gently apply and massage it onto your face, “I like to massage it well on my face so that it gets rid of any excess products from the previous night and also to like, wake my face up,” you said as you massaged before washing your face. 

It was as you were drying your face that the door on the left behind you opened, and Harry was seen entering in a robe that matched yours but only his was purple. 

“I’m recording,” you laughed as you glanced back at him. 

“I want to watch,” he said, “I’ll be quiet.” 

“You’ve watched me do that a million times.”

“Too bad,” he smirked, “What did you do? What step is next?” 

“Okay so apparently, I’ll be joined by this man who doesn’t know anything about personal space,” you joked to the camera, “I cleansed my face. You tell me what my next step always is.” 

“Moisturizer?” He asked, looking at you.

You shook your head, “Not yet.”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, “The-Oh! Toner.”

“Good job,” you nodded with a smile, “Okay so for the toner, I like to use Paula’s Choice BHA solution,” you held the grey bottle up before dropping a few drops on your hand and patting it on your face, “I tend to break out a lot, so this just gets rid of the bacteria that causes these breakouts.” 

Harry hummed, just standing beside you with his arms across his chest as he watched you. 

“Are you just going to stand there?” You asked him with a chuckle. 

“I already washed my face,” he smiled. 

“Have you moisturized? Applied SPF?” 

He gave you a sheepish look that made you shift your weight on one leg, looking at him, “You forgot the SPF, didn’t you?” 

“It just means you’ll apply it for me,” he attempted, giving you a childlike smile. 

“You’re awful,” you joked, “Okay, what’s my next step?” You asked him. 

“Definitely serum.” 

“I’m so proud of y-No, never mind, you forgot to apply SPF.” 

“I thought we were going to stay in bed all day, I’m sorry.” 

“We still get some sunlight,” you said, “Not a lot but you can still see it.” 

“You’re right.” 

“I know I am,” you mumbled, holding up your serum, “I like to keep my skin hydrated all the time, so I’m going to use the hyaluronic acid from The Ordinary first,” you opened it, held up your hand as you used the dropper to drop some of the product on the tips of your finger, “And I make sure I don’t let the dropper touch my skin at all,” you said before glancing at Harry, “You remember why?” 

“Because it can pick up on any bacteria and it’ll go into the product and it might go bad.” 

“I taught you so well,” you said dramatically, pretending to sniffle as you patted the serum on your face, “This is actually something I learned from watching videos. I used to like putting the dropper on my face because it just, I don’t know, it looks very cool,” you laughed slightly, “But not anymore.” 

“Remember when I was doing your skincare routine for you one time?” Harry asked a little quietly, with a smile on his face, “And I did that. Like I held the dropper to your face and just put it there,” he laughed, “And you went ‘no, no, please don’t do that’,” he shook his head, mimicking you. 

You giggled, “You were so freaked out, you thought I was allergic, even though you were using my products.” The both of you chuckled together before Harry turned and washed his hands. 

“Let me do that again,” he said, “Hands are clean. Hand the job over.” 

“You know that was supposed to be my video, right?” You joked, “You’re stealing my moment.” 

“We are the moment,” he joked, pointing between the both of you, “Okay, next step is another serum after that one dried,” he said more so to himself, “We’re going to follow with the niacinamide.” 

As Harry patted the product on your face, you spoke, “I love niacinamide so much. I think it’s a selling point for me with any product, like I see niacinamide and I just feel like it’s a good product but I have to stop myself from buying any product like that without sending it to my dermatologist first,” you said, “And I’m a huge fan of The Ordinary. I think it’s because I don’t feel comfortable with spending like, hundreds and hundreds of dollars or pounds or whatever on products that will give me the same effect of an affordable one, you know?” 

Harry hummed in confirmation. 

“All products?” He asked, engaging you in a conversation. 

“I wouldn’t say all the products I use are affordable, but most of them are. Some other I wouldn’t also buy on my own if a friend hadn’t recommended it or something, you know? Like someone I trust would tell me they tried this really good product and it’d be a little on the pricier side, then I’d like to try it,” you explained. 

“Yeah, I understand,” he stepped back, “It’s a good thing you shop responsibly.” 

“Thank you,” you said quietly smiling up at him, “Okay, what’s next?”

“Eye serum because it makes you feel like you’re brighter,” he said, looking at the counter to pick up the product before showing it to the camera then looking at it himself, “This is Skyn Iceland brightening eye serum,” Harry read. 

“True,” you said, “You remember that technique I showed you for eye care?” 

“What technique?” He asked quietly, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows, “Which one?” 

“How to put any eye product on,” you helped him. 

“Ah,” Harry smiled, “Using the ring finger because it’s the most gentle.” 

“I’m honestly so impressed,” you laughed, hands reaching to clutch to his robe, “If I can, I’d say yes to being your girlfriend again right now.” 

Harry grinned, carefully dropping the serum on his ring finger then rubbing his two ring fingers together, “Look up,” you did as instructed and he gently and very carefully patted the product under your eyes. 

“You’re being so gentle,” you mumbled, still looking up. 

“It’s a sensitive area, bare with me,” he replied. 

Harry took his time with the eye serum, being careful as he patted in the product. 

It was a surprise to both you and the fans who watched the video when he bent down, leaving a kiss on your forehead in one swift and quick motion that lasted less than a second, but at the sound of your giggle and the both of you beaming, everyone knew they hadn’t imagined that. 

“Next step is,” he said, looking at the camera as he held up your moisturizer, “Moisturizing,” he announced, “We both use the same moisturizer, w-Not the same one, we each have one,” he clarified, “It’s the Youth to the People Adaptogen Moisturizer,” he said, “It’s really good.” 

“We never use anything with scent in it,” you said as Harry began to gently massage the moisturizer on your face, “I don’t feel like I need to smell like blueberries or something anyway, as long as I feel clean and refreshed.” 

“Me, too.”

“Yeah?” You smiled, “Harry likes to use a gua sha after his serums,” you said, “Like massage it on his face. I don’t always feel up to using skincare tools to be honest.” 

“Do you want to use one now?” Harry asked. 

“No, it’s okay,” you place a hand on his chest. 

“You like to cool a jade roller, like, occasionally,” he said. 

You hummed, nodding, “It feels so nice. Especially after a night of being on set and continuous shooting,” you moved the other hand as you talked, “And sometimes when I wake up and my face is just too puffy, I like having a cool roller like, on standby for moments like that.” 

“They do feel good,” he nodded, patting your face, “Done.” 

“Okay, final step,” you looked up at him. 

“SPF,” you both said in unison. 

“Alright,” Harry sucked in a breath, holding the yellow tube of sunscreen up, “We both use–I feel like I really don’t need to say ‘we’ because nobody asked me about what I use,” he laughed, looking at you. 

“No, it’s okay, I’m sure everyone wants to know,” you smiled. 

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” he smiled, wrapping one arm around you and bringing you close to his chest in a side hug, “So, we both use the Dr. Dennis Gross sunscreen, with the SP5 50.” 

“It’s a little on the pricey side,” you pointed out, watching as Harry applied a generous amount of it on his fingers, “But it’s just great. It leaves no white cast, and it was my dermatologist who recommended it so I feel better about products when a professional approves them.” 

“That’s how I feel about you,” Harry said.

“Like what?”

“I trust your recommendations,” he explained, “You know my skin better than I do.” 

“Why are you being so cute today?” You joked, looking up at him as he applied the sunscreen on your face. 

Harry scoffed, “I’m cute everyday.” 

“No, you’re a pest,” you teased, “Like you basically broke into my video.” 

“I’m treating you with facial massages and this is how you show appreciation,” he joked, “By showing none at all.” 

“I’m sorry, you’re right,” you closed your eyes, tilting your head up more towards him, “Thank you for joining me today.” 

“Are you indirectly kicking me out?” 

“You’re going to go out after applying sunscreen on yourself because I need to do my makeup.” 

“I can do that for you. You know I’m good at applying makeup.” 

Your eyes widened, “Yeah, sure,” you nodded sarcastically, “There’s no way I’m letting you near my face with any makeup product.” 

Harry laughed, bending down a little, “I won’t argue with that one,” he grinned, “Okay done,” he stepped back a little, “Did you say I’ll apply sunscreen myself?” 

“Yeah?”

“You don’t even want to do it for me?” He feigned shock. 

You laughed, “Oh my God, you drama queen,” you groaned, washing your hands, “Bend down a little.” 

Harry was like a kid as you applied sunscreen on his face, a permanent smile on his face as you worked the product on his skin. “Feels nice.” 

“Yeah?” You smiled, “If you cook tonight, I’ll do your night skincare routine.” 

“I cooked yesterday,” he raised his eyebrows and watched as you shrugged at him, “Fine, but can you use the gua sha?” 

Comments: 

username: these two are two one of the most famous people right now but watching them in their robes, joking and being so smitten with each other like that felt so nice and a reminder that like…they’re just normal people 

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username: if my partner isn’t this interested in my routine like harry is with y/n then i don’t want it 

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username: SHUT UP THIS IS SO DOMESTIC WE WANT A PART 2 

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username: PLS THEY’RE BOTH SO IN LOVE YOU CAN SEE IT SO WELL

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username: Loved the simple makeup look so much and I love how Y/N uses affordable brands! Lots of love!

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Accidents Happen Part 2–Joe Keery

Part 1

Reader's POV

I woke up, my head pounding. The lights were bright and there was this annoying beeping sound. I turned my head to see my manager half-asleep in the chair next to my bed.

"Jeff," I mumbled. He bolted awake and turned toward me.

"Y/N," he said, relief coming through. He scooted closer to me, unsure of what to do. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," I whispered. "And my head won't stop spinning."

"I'm gonna go get your doctor," he said softly. "Maybe he can get you something for your head."

He hesitated before leaving my hospital room. The next few hours were filled with tests and questions. Eventually, the pain medication kicked in and I could barely keep my eyes open.

"We should let her get some sleep," the doctor said as he checked my pulse.

The next few days went like that: I woke up to doctors, continually poking and prodding at me. In between each interrogation, I had visitors. Ryan, Shawn, Joe, the stunt coordinator, make-up team, hair team, and anyone else I've worked with on set came by. The people who came the most were Ryan, Shawn, and Joe.

I was in the hospital for three days before I was finally released. I was cleared to go home but I wasn't cleared to go back to work. I spent the rest of the week in my apartment with Jeff constantly visiting me. The first night I was home, he refused to leave. Even though I told him I would be fine, he slept on the couch.

I woke up the next morning to Jeff, Joe, Ryan, and Shawn in my kitchen. They stayed that whole day. That one day stretched to the rest of the week. I soon caught on to the fact that they were taking shifts. They each took turns spending the day with me.

On day two when I almost passed out walking from my bedroom to the bathroom, they started insisting on having someone by my side 24/7. They were worried that I'd get annoyed but I thought it was sweet that they were so protective of me. The night before I was able to go back to work, Joe brought over dinner.

"I have to ask," he sighed, in the middle of dinner, "are you sure you're ready to come back to work?"

"Joe," I sighed. "We've gone over this. I've been cleared by the hospital doctor, the set doctor, and even the stunt coordinators. I'm fine."

"I know you say that but. . ."

"Hey," I cut him off. "I'll be fine."

"Just," he stuttered, "promise me that if you start to get. . . anything, you'll let us know so we can take a break."

"I will."

                                * * * * *

When the video got to the right spot and Joe got to his mark, I said my next line.

"Wow," I sighed, "those two were young and dumb."

"Geez," Joe gasped. "So we're breaking and entering now?"

"How does it feel working for a galactic black hole of frozen shit?"

"You have to leave. I can't talk to you."

"Shame will have that effect."

"No, Millie," Joe sighed. "I mean I can't talk to you. I can't even see you. I'm literally focusing on background objects because looking at your lips move violates my NDA and it could get me fired."

"Aw," I fake pouted, "fired by Antwan, the guy who stole our work?"

"No, he bought it and then he shelved it. Alright? You're living in the past. You are stuck. You gotta move on."

"How can I move on? How can you? Antwon swiped our AI engine to use in his dumb shooter."

"Did he, Millie? Because honestly, I'm not so sure. Our game was complex and beautiful and interesting, and Free City, it may be popular, but it's so idiotic, it makes me want to cry."

"Then stop defending him and help me beat his ass."

"Millie, I'm. . ."

"Come on, Keys," I recited. I was about to say my next line but the room started to spin. I opened and closed my mouth, struggling to remember the words.

"He stole. . ." Suddenly, my knees gave out.

"Y/N!" Joe gasped as he instantly caught me.

"I'm sorry," I said shakily.

"It's okay," he said gently. He tightened his arms around me and led me over to a nearby couch.

He sat us down, his arms still wrapped around me. People ran over to us and started asking me questions, but I couldn't focus.

"The room won't stop spinning," I said weakly under my breath.

"She needs to lie down," Joe spoke up.

"He's right," Mandy our set medic said gently. "Joe, why don't you help me take her to her trailer? I'll look her over there."

"But we should. . ."

"He's right," Mandy interrupted the stunt coordinator. "She needs to rest."

"Come on, Y/N," Joe said gently.

He stood us up, not letting me go. My knees gave out, but Joe tightened his arms around me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered again as I leaned against his chest.

"It's alright," he whispered. "I got you."

                                * * * * *

I stayed tucked into Joe's chest as he led me through set and to my trailer. He opened the door and led me inside. He gently helped me sit on the couch. He knelt down in front of me and reached up, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"You okay?" He whispered.

"I don't know," I stuttered. "I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that," Joe chuckled. "Have you eaten anything today?"

"I. . . I think so. . . But I don't really remember."

"How about this? I'm gonna grab an assistant and have them get us some lunch. Okay?"

"Joe. . ."

"Y/N," he cut me off. "You need to eat something."

By the look in his eyes, I could tell that he wasn't going to let this go. I bit my lip and nodded. He sent me a smile, slightly hesitating before he got up and poked his head out of my trailer. I heard him catch someone's attention and got them to grab us lunch.

When he came back, I played with my hands. Joe sat next to me and reached over, softly placing his hand over mine.

"How are you feeling?" He whispered.

"A little embarrassed."

"Why?"

"Because," I hesitated. I sighed before opening up to him. "Because how can I be an actress who shuts down whenever a stunt goes wrong?"

Joe scooted closer to me, tightening his hold on my hands. "Not every stunt goes wrong," he said gently. "And your's wasn't a simple stunt. You fell and. . . Just because you got a little scared and hesitant, doesn't mean you shut down."

"What if I can't do this?" I stuttered.

"Y/N," Joe whispered, "you can do this. There's nothing wrong with how you're reacting to the accident. Just because you're reacting at all doesn't mean you aren't cut out to be here."

"But. . ."

"Accidents happen, Y/N. Sometimes you can't avoid them."

"I don't remember."

"What?" He stuttered.

"I don't remember what happened," I finally admitted to someone.

"Did you tell your doctor?"

"No," I whispered, looking down at my hand still intertwined with Joe's.

"Y/N," Joe said under his breath. "You need to. . . You have to tell someone. The doctors. . ."

"Will tell me that it's going to take time," I interrupted him. "Besides, I remember everything leading up to the accident. I just don't remember what happened."

"What all do you remember before?" Joe asked, sounding slightly weird.

"I remember getting to work," I started to list off. "I remember getting hair and make-up done. I remember. . . Wait, did we talk?"

"We did," he said, clearing his throat.

"I don't remember what we talked about," I said slowly.

"We talked about the stunt," Joe explained for me. "You were nervous and I tried to convince you to talk to Shawn and maybe put off the stunt."

"I clearly didn't," I scoffed.

"No," Joe chuckled awkwardly. "You thought you'd be fine. Was there anything else that you remember?"

"No," I shrugged. "Should I remember something else?"

"No," Joe said, slightly clearing his throat. "There was nothing else."

Part 3

[astaroth1357]

Brothers React to the MC Looking at Them Lovingly

This is a personal experiment. This is the very first time I've written one of these with a goal in mind, "Make them fall in love all over again." It's a tall order. I hope I succeeded. 🙏 Special thanks to @a-chaotic-dumbass for picking the mood for this one!

Intro:

We all know that look. The one where one person stares at another like they just realized they're the only thing in the universe and they're in fucking awe of it. The kind of look that tells you they're utterly enthralled by that other person and just can't get enough of their presence. That look. Yeah, the brothers just got that look out of the MC.

Let's warm some cold hearts, everybody.

Lucifer

Lucifer was always beautiful. Always has been, as an angel or a demon.

A morning star is one that outshines all the rest. It stands out when the other stars have dimmed, holding onto its luster in defiance of the sun. 

There couldn't be a truer title for Lucifer to have. Not the horrors of war nor the fires of Hell could tarnish his radiance in any way…

But there were moments, like right then, where the MC caught a glimpse of a different sort of Lucifer.

His brothers would often only see the uptight Lucifer, the practiced visage of perfection that he tried so hard to keep up… 

But after a long day, when he thinks he's alone, he retires to his room to listen to his music and the difference is astonishing.

There's something so entrancingly calm about him… How the light of the fireplace flickers and dances across his alabaster skin to the subtle slouch of his posture. His face no longer marred by creases of stress and frustration… 

And his expression is so pure… So tranquil and at peace… Beauty without effort. A shine that can't be ignored. A morning star, in the truest sense of the word…

It took awhile for Lucifer to see the MC leaning against his doorframe.

They were staring at him with the oddest look… Smiling like they were enraptured by something, but he didn't have a clue why. He was just sitting there…

So, naturally, he turned to suspicion.

"Am I really that amusing…?"

Frankly, he wasn’t prepared for the little laugh they let out in response.

"Mm? No, no... I'm just always so amazed by you, is all. I'll leave you to your music..."

Having thoroughly ruined the mood, the MC then turned to leave. But Lucifer was already upon them before they could step away, wrapping his arms around their waist and letting contented hum escape his chest.

"Going so soon…?"

Apparently he appreciated the compliment.

Mammon

He didn't have to do it.

When Belphie bumped into one of the House's vases, shattering it against the tile, he didn’t have to take the fall for it.

It wasn’t connected to him at all. He could have stayed quiet and no one would have pointed a finger at him for once.

But he did.

When Mammon set his phone down on the table, MC knew instantly that he had lied in the chat.

He was with them the entire day, he didn't have the time to accidentally break a vase. He hadn't even gone down that hallway all day...

But he said something anyway.

And he didn't even look fazed. He didn't turn towards them seeking approval nor did he look irritated that Belphie didn't speak up. He didn't curse at himself for doing something so self-sacrificing either...

When Mammon leaned back into the cushion of his couch, the MC saw something truly remarkable on his face… A smile. A small one, sure, but relaxed… 

Assured in his own actions. Confident in his choice and accepting the consequences… undeserved, and likely thankless, they may be.

A genuine, serene smile…

Mammon wasn't sure what he expected to see when he turned to the MC. Probably confusion or disbelief that he, the Great Mammon, could be so selfless.

Definitely not the awed, lovestruck look he got...

"G-gah!" He panicked slightly and pressed himself back against the armrest of the couch in shock. "Wh-... What'cha lookin at me like that for??"

When the MC didn't answer after a few seconds and just kept staring, he honestly didn't know what to do. Were they broken or something??

"Oi, MC! I asked ya wh-Hey wait a minute!!"

He made a noise between a yelp and a shout when the MC leapt forward and latched their arms onto him. What had gotten into them??

"U-uh… MC? MC?? Damnit MC, answer me already!! Or at least stop squeezin so tight!!... MC!!!"

Leviathan 

To anyone else, it was just Levi being Levi.

He had finished a new episode of his latest animated obsession and he had to share it with someone. Anyone would do, but the MC was always willing to lend an ear.

Something about Levi really changes when he talks about his passions… It's like he comes alive in a whole new way.

He speaks at a mile-a-minute, but that's because he's so excited the words fly from his mouth. 

Some part of him is always bouncing, be it his leg or body. Sometimes even his tail will swish and curl behind him like an ecstatic puppy. And his eyes… 

Citrine pools that glimmer and dilate from the exhilaration of it all. It's his little world and anyone can see he's thrilled to be sharing it. 

You'd never know he was shy. You'd never think he'd look down himself. You'd never guess that he hid himself away… Why would someone so full of passion and life ever want to? Some things are just too beautiful to keep hidden...

Levi had only gotten six minutes into his latest rant before he finally registered how the MC was staring at him…

This man has seen enough shoujo to know what that look means and it shut him up sooo quick. If anyone else were in the room they would have seen a beet-red Levi desperately trying to hide his face.

"M-MC…! S-top staring at me like that…!!"

"Like what~?" 

He didn't have to look at them to hear the teasing lilt in their voice.

"MC…" He peeked out from behind his fingers to see them still staring and covered himself up more vigorously. "Stoooop…!!!"

But secretly? He wished they'd never stop. His cheeks may have been red from embarrassment, but his heart was trying to hammer its way out of his chest to hug them itself. Hell, he'd have happily given it over to them if they'd asked…

Please just let those loving eyes be for him and him alone...

Satan

Soft isn't exactly a word anybody would use to describe Satan, least of all himself.

His anger was quick to spark, his strength was nothing to scoff at, and even his smiles were nothing but plastic for nearly all of his existence…

Nearly.

The MC learned surprisingly quick that there was one thing that could bypass all of the hidden ferocity to Satan's personality. Something that could make him melt like butter in the summer sun…

Satan had always looked a little cute when he was reading. He was easily at his most expressive when engrossed in a thrilling story or deeply intrigued by something he found between the pages of a book…

But watching Satan read about cats, as he was right then, was really something else entirely.

Maybe it was the way his emerald eyes would sparkle or the lopsided grin he just couldn't hide as he would scan the pages about the playful habits of Bengals or the relaxed nature of Ragdolls…

Maybe it was the sheer impassioned dedication he took the subject, pouring countless hours into collecting and memorizing every fact he could from their diets to coat maintenance.

Or maybe it was the sheer fact that anytime he saw a picture of kitty in-print he looked like a besotted schoolgirl drawing hearts around her crush in a teen magazine.

Really, who's to say? But to the MC, it was proof that under all that anger, there was a tender, loving center even for the smallest, softest creatures…

Satan automatically snapped his book closed when he saw MC watching him from behind a bookshelves. Caught red-handed…

He knows exactly how he looks when he's doing his research internally squealing over cat pictures so he tries to do so in private...

He was about to sputter out a defensive explanation but then he registered their face…

He'd seen that look described in stories, romance novels mostly, but he'd rarely seen it in action… and never once leveled at him with such intensity…

Not to be cliche, but frankly his heart skipped a beat.

Satan forgot about his book briefly and got up to close the distance between them, tilting their chin up to keep their eyes on him.

"Like something that you see, Kitten?"

"You could say that…"

He laughed at their attempt to play coy, but let it slide just this once… Easy to do with them looking at him so amorously.

Asmodeus 

Asmo is a very popular demon. Someone so free ought to know quite a lot of people, after all.

And, of course, he had plenty of fans. He made DevilTube videos, hosted radio shows, fashion designed, and even modeled.

So it wasn't very surprising when a young demoness stopped him while he and the MC were out shopping. It wasn’t the first time he had been asked to sign autographs, but this meeting… it was different.

It was clear to them both that this girl was shy. Though she held out the paper, her eyes stayed firmly on the ground and she stumbled on her question… She likely a fan from afar, but everything about her seemed meek… unassuming.

Most people would have just gave the autograph then went on with their day. The interaction could have taken five seconds at most… but not Asmo.

He asked her name… where she was from, how she was feeling, her favorite foods, outfits, makeup, you name it. All with investment.

It was amazing to watch the shy young woman slowly open up, getting more bright and cheerful with each passing question until it evolved into a healthy conversation.

When their little meeting finally wrapped up, he gave her back the paper (now signed) but also fished out a bottle of perfume from among the mountains of bags he was carrying. He gave it to her and wouldn't hear anything to the contrary, he could always buy another.

None of his brothers ever gave Asmo enough credit for his giving nature… even if he had his own way of going about it. Though he cared so much about image and his ability to shine, he never hesitated to make sure that the people around him shined too...

Asmo waved to the fan as she scampered away and was about to  apologize to the MC when he saw their face…

The man knows this look well. He's seen it a billion times, though it was particularly cute coming from them.

"Awww MC! Taken by my beauty are you~?"

He was about ready to kiss their cheek when they responded.

"No, not your looks, Asmo… with you."

… Oh.

It was very rare to see Asmo speechless, but for a few seconds his mind seemed to take in their words… letting them fully sink in before his heart utterly melting.

Oh MC… His sweet MC!!

Asmo ended up dropping the rest of his bags just so he could properly litter his human in nuzzles and kisses, the both of them humming and giggling in delight despite their shameless PDA.

Of course it would be his MC to see that part in himself… Who else would take the time?

Beelzebub 

Food is a precious resource to Beel. For him, it's a lifeline. A good meal could save him from the brink of starvation…

But that still doesn't make him incapable of sharing from time to time.

He and the MC were walking back to the House after getting takeout from Hell's Kitchen. Beel hadn't even waited until they left the restaurant to start eating his share, spilling the smell of fresh food into the air around them…

Things were going fine on their route back until they heard whimpering behind them…

A hellhound puppy, not quite old enough to bear its fangs, seemingly followed them as they were walking… It looked like it had been out for some time and eyed their food with hungry eyes, but weak posture. Who knows when it last had a meal?

The MC was about to tug at Beel's sleeve and say something, but their demon was ahead of them this time.

A casual observer might have gawked at the sight of Gluttony kneeling down to offer such a lowly creature a sandwich. But the MC knew better. When you spend your whole life hungry, nobody more than you understands that kind of pain in someone else. 

This reaction wasn't out of character for Beel, it was elementary.

And when the puppy finished its meal and covered Beel's cheeks with appreciative licks, he just laughed and scratched behind its ears. Amethyst eyes looking more relieved at its health than disappointed he lost some of his lunch...

Food was Beel's lifeline, but kindness is what made him who he was…

When the pup finally scampered off, Beel looked over at the MC to tell them it'd be alright and saw their face…

He wasn't really sure what they were staring at… Did he have something between his teeth again?

"MC? Are you okay...?"

They laughed at him for some reason but pulled him in for a hug so they must have meant well.

"You're so sweet, Beel…"

Beel's never one to refuse a compliment so he just hugged them back, beaming.

"Thank you, MC…"

Belphegor 

To say that Belphegor tended to be on the melancholic side would be an understatement… It wasn’t that he was incapable of expressing joy, it was just harder for him to do than most. Not helped, of course, by his tendency to keep his true feelings vague and hard to pinpoint.

But on those rare occasions where he was overjoyed… Belphie could really be something special…

The MC and Belphie were attending one of Beel's games and it was a tight one… Both teams had spent most of it tied and Beel's team was running out of time to overtake that slim margin.

Belphie had always been a supporter of his twin's athletics, but this time it was tense even for him. He kept on the edge of his seat and didn't even nod off during the breaks like he normally would… The MC could just tell how nervous he was for Beel…

But right as the time was about to run out, Beel made a last minute score and sure, the whole field erupted, but Belphie? Belphie hollered.

The normally sleepy and mellow demon was on his feet in an instant and practically shredding his vocal chords in excitement. If his tail had been out, it would have been beating against the bleachers like a war-drum. And his expression?

Belphie's smile is said to stop hearts for a reason. When he puts his all into a grin it's almost like he ascends to Heaven once more, as pure as an angel's choir and as warm as a summer's breeze… Nothing in his eyes but pride and adoration for his beloved twin brother.

Truly, a heartwarming sight to behold…

Belphie didn't calm down until the rest of the crowd settled and was about to point out Beel's skill to the MC when he noticed their face.

… oh no… Why do they look so sappy…?

"You really love your brother, don't you?"

Belphie quickly hid his thoughts behind an irritated frown and plopped back down in his seat… but that didn't shield them from seeing his pink cheeks.

"Of course I do. What kind of question is that?"

He debated just joining Beel on the field to hide his embarrassment when he heard them snicker back.

"Yeah, you're right… Don't mind me."

Oh he minded. He minded a lot that he let his carefully veiled image slip like that. But thinking back to that smile on their face…?

Maybe being a little open wasn't so bad after all...

[harleysarchive]

Among You and Me - Corpse Husband x reader oneshot

Fandom: Corpse Husband, youtubers Warning: Swearing, me being in a good mood when I wrote it so a happy, positive reader, alcohol, hangovers, comfidence boost Pairing: Corspe x reader Summary: You got some extra confidence after having a couple of drinks and write a message to Corpse during his live stream, he answeres you messages and everything continues from there.

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A/N: I was in a super good mood when I started to write this and it shows, I’m sorry if it’s annoying and I don’t know if it’s shit but yeaah. Enjoy! :D

You were watching Corpse Husbands stream among us and was just having a good time. You had had a couple of drinks before the stream so you were in such a great mood. You melted every time he laughed because he couldn’t do the card swipe and just thought of how adorable he was. In your intoxicated mindset you got a confidence boost and opened the stream chat and also instagram. In the stream chat you donated 10$ and wrote “you are the most adorable person on this planet and you deserve the world! Thank you for exciting, love y/n” and hit enter, and also doing the same on Instagram on private messages.

He won’t see that, you thought to yourself and turned on some music to match your good mood and after a while forgetting about your stream that was on. Some days life is just great!

You had fallen asleep and woke up with a hangover, all the positive feelings you had yesterday were gone and now you just wanted to stay in bed all there with some aspirins. Looking at your phone seeing that nothing interesting had happened. You were scrolling through your feed on instagram and saw that you had an unanswered message. You opened it and saw that it was from Corpse.

You flew up in your bed and were staring at your phone.

I can’t believe he answered me, you said. Your hands were shaking and you were too nervous to open the message. Maybe he was annoyed with you for messaging him. Nooo he seems like a nice guy so I don’t think he is.

You opened the message and it read:

“Thank you for your kind words! I saw your donation and the message, means a lot 🖤”

You buried your face into the pillow and screamed for all that you were worth. He answered. You also felt ridiculous for reacting like this but there is no hindering the fangirl when she is out.

Your fingers were shaking but you wanted to reply so badly.

“Thank you! I can’t believe that you actually answered or noticed my message, it made my day honestly. Can’t wait for more content from you!” You hit send and left the bed. You had things to do today and if you were home you were only going to look at your phone all day to see if he would answer you. So to not get tempted you left your phone at home.

You came back to your apartment in the afternoon and we’re dying to check your messages. So you unlocked your phone and went straight to messages. Nothing. You felt a pang of disappointment but you tried to not dwell on it. He had probably many girls messaging him how much they love him and so on. You went to the kitchen and started to cook some dinner. But when you were preparing some vegetables you got a ding from your phone. You went over and saw that you had a message on Instagram. From Corpse. Your heart first stopped and then sped up like crazy. He answered you again! Wtf?!

“That's so kind of you to say, thank you! There will be a new stream tomorrow :)”

“Omg I’m gonna die” you said. Well if you died now you would be okay with it because you had been noticed by Corpse not once but twice.

“Yay can’t wait! I will be glued to the screen!” You answered and immediately felt embarrassed by your response.

Two days later you were waiting for the stream to begin. You had bought some of your favorite ice-cream in honor for tonight. The stream started and you heard Corpse say multiple times that he was super nervous and a shitty impostor. You felt your heart melt for him, he is so sweet and precious. You donated money to him and wrote “you don’t have to be nervous, you are doing great! It’s super entertaining! Love y/n” and hit send. You saw your donation in the chat.

“”you don’t have to be nervous, you are doing great! It’s super entertaining! Love (y/n)” thank you (y/n), that means a lot to hear right now. And I remember your picture from Instagram. Nice to see that you are watching the stream.”

The ice-cream you were about to eat dropped to the floor and you just sat there with an open mouth. He remembered your picture. HE FUCKING REMEMBERED YOUR PICTURE!

The rest of the stream was a fog in your memory because you were still stuck on the moment that he remembered you from your profile picture. Nothing could top that. Nothing. When the stream ended you turned of your computer and were of to bed. But there was no way in hell that you were going to fall alseep after something like that. Your phone lit up again and you saw that you had a new message from instagram. You opened up the app and it was from Corpse!

“I hope you liked the stream today :)” he wrote and again your heart raced like crazy. 

“I did it was super entertaining to watch! I think you are an incredible impostor.” you hit send. Not long after you got a reply.

“Thanks, I am very nervous during the streams and I hope that is not annoying or it bothering those who are watching it.”

“Not at all, well at least for me. I think it makes you more genuine when you confess that you can get nervous even though you are a big youtuber 😊”

 “Well I’m not a big youtuber... but it’s nice to read all your kind words in the chat. It makes me happy.”

“I’m glad that we can help you feel better, and I mean every word I’m sending you.”

You saw that he started to reply, but you had to go to sleep so you turn off the phone and closed your eyes. Surprisingly enough you fell asleep quite quickly, and woke up by the sun hitting your face. Fall has jsut begun and the leaves were turning every beautiful colour of red, yellow and orange. When you brain had woken up more you remembered that Corpse had started to reply to your message. You quickly grabbed your phone and went on instagram. A new message, 8 hours ago. 

Shit, you thought and opened it. It was just a smiley face and nothing else. A little disappointed but then you saw the conversation that the two of you had had. You actually talked to him and he had replied instantly. Your brain must’ve given you some weird confidence and stable fingers at that moment. You didn’t really know what to reply so you just let it be and you didn’t want to annoy him with spamming his dm’s either - but you really, really wanted to.

Corpse POV.

Another day and another sleepless night. That is just my life right now. But the streams helped them make it a little less agonizing. Especially the nice comments I get from everyone and the conversation I had with one of the fans. What was her name again? (Y/N). Right. I wonder if she has answered my message.

I opened up instagram and opened our conversation. Read but no answer. To be fair I only sent a smiley to her. But... Why am I feeling so anxious that she left me on read?

“Yooo, care to hang out today?” Dave sent a message. I answered with a sure and locked my phone and waited for Dave to arrive to my house. But my mind kept on going back to why she didn’t answer me back. Well I know why, but I didn’t like that the conversation were over so quick. 

Dave entered my house and we hung out for a while but he could sense that something was bothering me.

“Hey man, you okay?”

I snapped out of my thought and looked at him. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Except from the usual shit.”

“You sure? You seem a little... lost in thoughts perhaps? Is something bothering you?”

I took a deep breath and shook my head.

“Not even the kind girl from your streams?” he asked with a knowing smirk on his face. I lost all the colour on my face. HOW DID HE KNOW?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Not even that you recognized her picture from instagram? Like that you haven’t talked to her there?”

Fuck...

“Who is she?”

“A fan that contacted me and were very kind with her words. And I replied to her and after that we have been messaging each other here and there... but she left me on read last night so I guess that’s over...”

“What did you say to her?”

“I sent a smiley because I was too nervous to say anything else.”

Dave made the biggest and loudest face palm. It must’ve hurt his head. 

“You idiot... You can’t expect a reply if you only send her a smiley...”

“I know, but I got nervous.”

“Are you following her?”

“No... Not yet at least.” I said and took up my phone again and went on her profile. It was private. Of course. I hoovered over the follow button but I didn’t dare to press it. Dave gave me a thumbs up and I pressed the follow button. 

Your POV.

You were watching a Among Us highlight video on youtube when your instagram told you that you had a notification. You opened it and saw that Corpse had requested an invite to follow your profile. CORPSE WANTED TO FOLLOW YOU. Holyshitholyshitholyshit. What is even happening?! Of course you accepted it and you started to type a message to him. 

“Welcome to my little boring world. Hope you like what you see 😅”

You could see him typing something.

“I very much do ;)”

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this and I couldn’t stop. It was difficult to get started but after that it was fun :D 

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[a-singleboat]

His Shirt

Word Count: 1533

A/N: I literally have no excuse, but I’m back!

Request: Can I request something where the reader and Shayne have been seeing each other for a little while and she unknowingly wears one of his shirts to work and the whole day goes by like normal but towards the end of it, someone like Noah or something ends up questioning it like “how has no one noticed this, or mentioned it all freaking day?!” And Shayne gets shy about it but the reader just laughs it off and it’s all cute and fluffy af💕💕- Anon

Over quarantine, you’d seen very little of any of your friends and coworkers. Working from home was tough, especially since you and your partner had just made the decision to move in with each other a week before the entire country had been submerged into a lockdown that stretched over a few months. The days blended together and eventually dragged on, which made you excited to return to work if anything. 

The morning of your official return, you woke up extremely early, not having been able to sleep the night before due to pure excitement. You wanted to get back to filming, to doing all the things you did before going into quarantine, you missed the hustle and bustle of set life. 

You were dressed before Shayne was, throwing on a button up from your shared closet as well as a pair of dark-wash jeans that only felt a little tight at the waist. You weren’t concerned, seeing as you were never really on the skinny side of fitness, you figured it was just early morning bloating that would go away as the day went on.

“Are you driving or am I?” you asked, bouncing on the balls of the feet as you waited for Shayne to pull on a thin jacket. It wasn’t fully winter yet but it also wasn’t cold enough to constitute a full coat. You had a thinner track jacket on as well, the zipper zipped only part of the way up in your hurry. 

Shayne paused by you to pull up the zipper the rest of the way before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Calm down,” he advised, pulling his mask on over the bottom half of his face. “We still have to grab breakfast before heading to the offices, Courtney asked if we could stop by that bagel place by us she likes.”

“Is it even open?” you asked, patting down your pockets to make sure you had everything. Once you were sure you had your phone, keys, and wallet, you then realized that you had completely forgotten your purse inside. You whirled around to head back inside when Shayne handed you the black bag, a knowing smirk on his face. 

“They’re open for pickups only,” he told you, pulling your keys from your pocket, “and I’ll drive, I don’t feel like getting pulled over by the cops today.”

“I’m not that bad at driving,” you tried to defend yourself, hurrying after him as he walked off to the parking lot. “I just take the speed limit signs as suggestions but that doesn’t mean I’m bad at it.”

He didn’t respond, instead holding the passenger seat door open for you. His action was answer enough. You slid into the passenger seat and buckled in as he shut the door tight, running around to the other side and sliding into the driver’s seat. 

“What are we going to tell them when you roll up driving my car, huh?” you questioned. “Our friends know we moved into the same apartment because it was cheaper as roommates, not because we started dating. If you roll up driving my car they’ll have questions.”

“It’ll be fine,” he tried to parlay your worries. “Besides, if you’re that concerned about it I can just say you had a headache or didn’t feel like driving after we got to the bagel shop. Not the end of the world.”

You sank back into your seat, coming to terms with the fact that Shayne was not going to let you drive. He pulled out of the parking lot as One Direction played softly in the background, the aux cord trailing from its socket to the connector on your phone as you dictated what you listened to on the way to the bagel shop. 

Shayne got out of the car when you got there, heading in to pick up the order you had called ahead for on the way there. He was back before Temporary Fix ended, handing the bagels over to you as you switched over to Alec Benjamin for the rest of the ride in. 

You ate your bagel on the way in, putting the vegetable spread evenly over the toasted bread and eating it as Water Fountain played. You held out a bit of your bagel, silently asking if Shayne wanted any. He took the bite, smiling when he realized you accidentally got cream cheese on his cheek. You reached out with a napkin and wiped it off before finishing the rest of your bagel. 

You arrived at the offices shortly after, unplugging your phone from the aux and exiting the vehicle. Luckily, no one was outside to see the two of you enter the building. You would say you were walking a little too closely for it to be considered friendly, especially during a pandemic, but everyone knew that the two of you were close friends anyways. Walking close together wouldn’t give anything away. 

“What do you have to film today?” you made small talk in the elevator, getting to your working mindset. You knew what you had to do, film a gaming video with Ian, Noah, and Courtney, as well as take a look and collaborate with the writers on a new skit idea for when production went back to being fully up and running. It would be a short day for you, which wasn’t ideal but at least you got some camera time.

Shayne looked up from his phone. “I’ve got the meeting with the crew and then some gaming videos, I think. We’re also planning for the Christmas video soon, so I’ll probably be with Wardrobe for most of the day.”

You hummed as the elevator doors opened, Shayne tucking his phone away and then sending you a wink. You felt your face burn hot as you scrunched up your nose. You reached up to fix your mask as you waited for the elevator to go up to the main office floor, heading straight for your desk where a pack of Lysol wipes and a temperature gun were waiting. 

Proactive, you thought, using the wipes to clean off the surface of your desk before finally setting your things down. You took your jacket off, draping over the back of your chair before sitting. You had about thirty minutes before your call time so you checked your email and went over a few of the new safety regulations that were put in place for filming.

The most notable were the fifteen-minute COVID tests you would have to take before and after each section of filming, meaning you couldn’t enter or exit the filming area without a negative test. Honestly, that was a good thing if any. At least the company cared in that way. 

Filming took up the rest of your day and when you finally finished with your writer’s meeting, it was six pm. Not as early as a day as you would have hoped but you’ve definitely stayed in the studio for longer so you weren’t going to complain. 

You were sitting at your desk as you waited for Shayne to finish up his meeting, casually chatting with Noah to pass the time. You were sharing one of your quarantine stories when Shayne walked in, heading straight for your desk with his things already collected. 

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, adjusting her jacket. “Also, what do you want for dinner tonight because I was thinking we could have lasagna but if we want lasagna we have to stop by the market on the way.”

You laughed, pulling your jacket on. “I could go for lasagna.”

Noah looked between the two of you, slowly connecting the dots. He pointed at you, a grin on his face as realization crossed his features. “That’s Shayne’s shirt.”

You looked down, realizing that, yeah, you were wearing Shayne’s shirt. You looked over at Shayne who’s cheeks were as red as a tomato. He started stammering, offering reasons as to why you were wearing his shirt. 

You just shrugged, quickly thinking for a way out. “The laundry must have gotten mixed up. Not the first time I’d accidentally worn his shirts.” 

 Noah gave you a look that read that he didn’t quite believe you. But he let it go, taking note of Shayne’s red cheeks and your flustered looks. He smirked, patting your shoulder as he got up. 

“I’ll believe you for now,” he said, leaving the two of you to stew in your minor embarrassment. 

“How long until everyone knows?” you asked Shayne who looked only mildly mortified that Noah was the first to find out. “We weren’t even keeping it a secret either… I’m proud of us anyhow.”

“I guess that means we don’t have to worry about who sees us now,” he said, looking on the bright side. “And yeah, keeping it a secret any longer would have been kinda dumb, wouldn’t it have been.”

You headed to the elevators, linking your arm through Shayne’s. 

“Not excited for the fans to find out, though.”

Shayne looked at you and then looked back at the opening elevator doors. “We don’t have to tell them. It can be Smosh’s little secret.”

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[youryanderedaddy]

Love Fuel

Summary: You were Jason’s first love before you broke his heart and rejected him. It’s all your fault that he can’t move on.

Tw: female reader, obsessive behavior, incel behavior, nice guy behavior, self - hatred, threats of non-con, implied non - con, implied masturbation, bullying based on appearance (not reader), deregatory language, kidnapping, misogyny, generalizations, stalking

this is a hot mess but its 1 am and i am tired, ik that incels are bad irl (obviously), but this is fiction and I kinda wanted to explore the dynamic and shit. 

Everyone used to call him JJ or The-Big-Jay back in high school. Well, most of the time his classmates weren’t really calling out to him or even talking to him, the names were whispered behind his back, after he had just passed the hallway, or on bad days - right to his face. The jocks, these dumb motherfuckers, would beat him up, mock him for whatever stupid reasons they had chosen to use as an excuse to torment the smaller and weaker. The popular girls would giggle like brainless bimbos as Kyle or Brad or any other football player stole his glasses or continuously punched him in the guts until he threw up all over the floor. Even the nerds, the kids at the bottom of the school hierarchy, messed with Jason from time to time when they wanted to feel the oh - so desired rush of power they so rarely managed to experience. 

Looking back, Jason could see why his classmates hated him so much - he was everything that society deemed as wrong and unattractive. He was thin, pale, “scrawny” as the others called him, on the shorter side, and on top of that the teen was terribly shy and introverted, never having the guts to stand up to his bullies or even tell someone about the abuse. The male spent most of his free time at home, playing hours upon hours of video games, watching anime and reading books he was simply too young to understand or look critically at. As he grew older, the man began to view the world as it trully was - a dark, miserable place that ate up sore losers like him. Men were primitive and foolish, which somehow managed to soften their faults. Women, on the other hand, were  calculative and manipulative, greedy and sinful. His whole life they had done nothing but reject him when he needed love and support the most. Of course, there were many other reason why the brunette detested the weaker sex. In his eyes women were evil two - faced sluts, showing off their bodies yet acting innocent and hurt once someone finally decided to use them for the only thing they were actually good for.

But you Jason hated the most. You reminded him that no matter how much he hated the outside world, he would always hate himself the most. He had to admit you were pretty, painfully so, with a perfect little body to match your looks and a sweet sugary smile that almost deceived him years ago. As much as the man regretted his weakness, he had fallen right into your trap at the time.

You weren’t the most popular girl, but you had your fair share of friends, all nice and loyal like puppies. You weren’t the smartest either, but unlike the other stupid giggling sluts you always tried to do your best. You were beautiful just like them but you were actually kind to the pathetic bullied kid no one else bothered to acknowledge even existed outside of being a punching bag. You always asked him whether he was alright and often took him to the infirmary when he looked paler and sicker than usual. You talked to him as if he was a normal human being and despite the initial doubt, Jason appreciated it. 

It was the last day of your senior year when the teen finally gained the courage to confess. He was shaking the whole time and by the end of his little speech there were small tears in the corner of his eye. You were the first girl the male cared about, the first one to show him kindness, to offer him friendship without asking for something in return. You were the only one who could make him feel deserving of love, worthy of affection. And then you took it all away in a matter of seconds.

“I am sorry, bud.” You had said that day after giving him a  half - hearted hug and an apologetic smile, that started to seem more and more like a mocking grin the longer the teen started at you. “I already have a boyfriend, but I am really flattered. I am sure that you will find a lovely girl once you start college.” You had added quickly, cheerfully, rubbing the salt all over his wounds, honey dripping from your plump red lips. He had wanted to kiss them, bruise them, bite them until your stupid lying mouth was filled with blood. Obviously you didn’t have a boyfriend or he would have known by now, he stalked your social media religiously after all. Even if you had one, he probably treated you like shit. And how could you even suggest him finding another woman? As if he wanted any of the stupid money - grabbing sluts out there. As if some of them could replace you.

The boy was too furious to form a proper response besides “Fuck you, bitch”. His cheeks turned red and he didn’t realise that the bitter words had escaped his lips before he could stop them, then his legs took him far away from that shithole of a school. He didn’t manage to see your reaction before running away but it didn’t matter anymore. You were just like the others. 

***

That day Jason swore to show you just how small and insignificant you had made him feel. He wanted to see you crumble, cry and beg for forgiveness, desperate for his love but never good enough to get it. The man formed a plan to change himself and come back for you once he had erased each and every trace of his past. The brunette came to terms with his terrible social anxiety and decided that he needed to gain social abilities more than anything. That’s why, as much as he dreamt of working from home as a boring programmer with an even more boring, but flexible working schelude, the male chose to study something that involved a lot more human interactions. The next step was to hit the gym for the first time and get a monthly subscription. It wasn’t hard to see that females nowadays liked brain - dead athletes with defined jawline and cheekbones, toned chests and strong muscled bodies, so if he wanted to impress you, he had to look his best. It wasn’t easy at first - it felt like everyone in the fitness salon had their eyes on his weak frame, laughing and pointing their fingers at his imperfections, but things gradually got better as time went on. The trainings became easier to get through and from time to time they even helped the man forget about his loneliness and nihilism. 

Jason soon returned to his old habbit of spending hours looking through your accounts - Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, he knew all of your usernames, each post, every picture and text. He couldn’t believe how much of a desperate attention whore you had become over the years. The male remembered you in your long brown skirts, cozy sweatshirts and pure-white shirts, all the gray buttons closed to the very top, blushing, laughing, smiling like the adorable Goody-two-shoes you were. Now you were smirking seductively in every photo, overconfident and vibrant, flaunting your tits for every man to see and wearing tight little dresses that barelly covered your ass combined with heels so high and sharp they could be used as a weapon. You were such a stupid slut it was disgusting, and he couldn’t stop himself from jerking off every single time he saw your pretty little face on the screen. He wanted to cum down your throat so badly it was ridiculous, and even after knowing that you had probably already had hundreds of cocks shoved deep inside your pussy, the brunette still wished to see you split open on his, taking his lenght like a good little cocksleeve. 

***

The moment when he could see you again finally came. How many years had passed since graduation - five, ten, fifthteen? It hardly mattered. Jason was successful, at last. The male had his own business that was doing surprisingly well, there were some guys from the gym he could call friends and the best thing, he looked absolutely unrecognizable. There was nothing left of the tiny scrawny kid with quiet voice that everyone stepped over, he was now replaced by a strong capable man, determined to get what was rightfully his and his alone.

It wasn’t hard to find you since the brunette knew everything about you - where your job was, what time you finished, how long it took you to go home and what path you took. You lived alone and worked as a barista in a small local cafe even now that you had finished your studies in your dream faculty. Turns out the princess wasn’t so great and smart after all, having to resort to working a minimal - wage job day and night just to be able to pay her rent. Jason was absolutely delighted though, he loved your stupid dead - end job and your endless struggles to survive in the materialistic world honestly and fairly without selling yourself like a common whore. On one hand the male was happy that you had clung onto your last bit of innocence and on the other your pitiful lifestyle gave him the chance to snatch you away much easier. And that’s exactly what he did.

 ***

You woke up confused just like he had expected, bombarding him with questions, asking him who he was was, begging him to let you go, to at least explain what’s happening. You were so dumb, but God, you were still so pretty, if not prettier than before. You cried so beautifully when Jason told you you belonged to him now and you cried even more when he slammed his cold rough lips over yours in a deep wet kiss. You whimpered and whined while the male sucked on your lower lip and bit down, good, he wanted it to hurt. The stalker couldn’t wait to be inside you, he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

He climbed on top of you and pinned your wrists to the floor before tying them up with delicate red rope and tightening it. It wasn’t like the man was scared of you slipping away and hurting him, you were too weak and tiny to stand a chance against his years of power - lifting and muscle - training anyways, he just wanted you to be as uncomfortable and squirmish as possible. Your tormentor wished for you to be in worse pain than he had been during his youthful years, and he knew exactly what to do. Next thing you knew Jason had ripped your dress apart, leaving you vulnerable and exposed in just your plain old panties and bra. Cold shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air hit your naked flesh and you finally realized there wasn’t getting away from this. You had to stay there, limbs bound together, unable to move or fight back, the stranger’s hands caressing your neck before moving dangerously close to your clothed breasts. You felt so sick you were going to throw up for sure if your abductor didn’t step back so you decided to use your last resort.

“Jason, please stop!” You screamed out of the blue, forcing the brunette to freeze instantly at the use of his birth name. You had already called him a pervert and a psycho which didn’t seem to faze him, but the name clearly caught him off guard. This only seemed to prove your theory further - the man really was your former classmate, despite the only similarity between them being the dark distant look in his eyes. “I beg you, don’t hurt me!” You continued, hoping to at least buy yourself more time before the assault took place. 

He gulped loudly and stared at your quivering form. The impossible had happened, you had recognized him and now together with fear, there was also pity in your gaze, the one emotion your captor absolutely despised. You used to be the only one who pitied him, and even now that he was bigger, better and stronger than before, you still had the guts to pity him. It drove him insane but any attempt to hurt or touch you was fruitless now - your soft skin was suddenly burning his fingers like hellfire. 

“You must be thinking that I am a monster.” Jason started out dryly, chuckling bitterly, humorlessly even. He clenched his fists unconsciously and brought them to the floor in a fit of rage, missing your head by mere inches. Your heart was beating like crazy and you only hoped the mandman couldn’t hear it. “A freak.” The man spat out the word like it was a curse and for a split second his eyes softened before turning into two spinning torches. “Right?” You were sure that if looks could kill, his would have you dead by the end of the night so you quickly nodded your head no.

“You are lying to me again, pretty girl.” The brunette replied feisty, "pretty” rolling off his tongue like an insult. Then he broke into hoarse maniac laugher and lowered his head so his face leveled up with yours, so close you could feel his warm breath on your tear - stained cheek. “When I am done with you, you wouldn’t be so pretty anymore, darling.” Your captor growled and attacked your neck, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh. “You will see exaclty how ugly my love is.”

[myhockeyworld87]

Under My Skin - Matthew Tkachuk

Word Count: 3,644

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW

Summary: Matthew can be a pest but what happens when your ex, Auston Matthews get under his skin.

Notes: So I’m having a sad bitch moment and thought, why not post this. I finally broke down and wrote for this boy. Who knows if it’ll happen again...haha! At any rate hope you guys enjoy. Happy Reading!

Matthew first met you over a year ago when you’d moved to Calgary for work. You had just finished your degree and a job opportunity had landed you in the same city where he was playing. You’d been out at the bar with some co-workers and had caught his eye immediately. You were everything that Matthew was looking for in a woman, smart, funny, incredibly gorgeous, with a charm that seemed to draw everyone around you in. You were like a magnet and Matthew couldn’t resist your pull.

 That first night he’d barely been able to talk to you. You’d been besotted with people left and right, and it seemed as though every time Matthew worked up the courage to speak with you, you would get pulled away. Matthew finally ran into you on the way to the restroom. Like, literally ran into you. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Matthew apologized steadying you with a hand on your waist. His hand lingered a little longer than necessary but you weren’t complaining.

 “It’s ok I wasn’t paying attention.” You held up your phone in defense. You’d been so distracted by a text, that you really weren’t watching where you were going. “Did you ever have someone text you that you hoped you’d never hear from again?”

 It was an interesting introduction to a conversation but then Matthew would take any opportunity he could get to speak to you. “Actually, yes.”

 “It’s so annoying, right?”

 “Well, there is a way to solve that problem.”

 Your eyes held his with rapt attention, and Matthew could tell you were clinging to his every word. It was then that it struck him that he never wanted that look to fade from your face. “How?”

 “Come have a drink with me and forgot about whoever it is on that phone.” You smiled. It was a bright, brilliant thing of beauty that Matthew swore could light up the night sky on its darkest days. He was sold right then and there, and with just that simple gesture you had no idea that you’d swooped in and stolen his heart that night.

 You forgot about that text message fairly quickly and just settled into an easy conversation with Matthew. The night flew by and before you knew it, your co-workers were calling it a night and you were all heading home. Matthew asked for your number which you gave in hopes that he would call you soon. Little did you know that after you left, Matthew debated with himself on how long to wait to text you. Every unsaid rule in the code of dating said to wait for at least forty-eight to seventy-two hours before making a move, but Matthew was never one to follow convention. As he lay in bed, he decided to send you a quick message.

 Had a great time tonight.

 It was short and to the point, and Matthew figured if you answered then he would ask you out again. Unfortunately, for Matthew, he wasn’t the only one texting you as you crawled into bed after taking off all your makeup. You were just getting ready to reply to Matthew when another text came in. It was the fourth of the night from the same person that had messaged you before, Auston Matthews.

 You hadn’t spoken to him in months, back when you were in Toronto, and you didn’t plan on speaking to him now, though he seemed to be trying his hardest to get your attention, just as he had been for the last couple of months. Your relationship with Auston had been nothing short of toxic. Oh sure, at first it was all hearts and roses in the beginning. Auston swept you off your feet with that charming smile of his, but then you were young and the flashy NHLer said all the right things, at first.

 You weren’t normally one to tumble into bed right after the first date, though that’s what happened with Auston. He made it seem like you were the only one, but after dating him for only four months you’d found out that wasn’t true. Oh, he tried to brush it off, make it seem like he wasn’t cheating. That the panties you’d found lying tucked between the nightstand and the bed were some old fling and not some random hookup he’d brought home. You wanted to believe him and so you let your heart overpower your head and stayed with him until you’d literally walked in on him in bed with another woman. There was no talking his way out of that one.

 It was an easy decision to break things off with him, though he kept trying to win you back. You were good for his image and he thought that he could keep you happy while he had some fun on the side. The only thing was you didn’t want him back, even though his friends tried to helped his cause. That’s when you decided to take the job in Calgary. It was an easy decision six months ago. Which is part of the reason it surprised you when he texted tonight. He was in Calgary for a game and wanted to talk. You’d honestly were debating seeing him when you’d run into Matthew.

 Matthew, you sighed. His curly hair and shaved sides gave off this bad boy vibe, but as you sat there and talked to him, you’d realized he had to be one of the sweetest men out there. You hadn’t realized at first who he actually was. Auston had turned you off to the NHL scene altogether, so you no longer paid attention to the games, even if hockey was Canada’s major sport. Honestly, you wish you didn’t know he was in the NHL. It was part of the reason you were debating about answering him. Maybe you would just sleep on it and decide in the morning.

 Meanwhile, Matthew was having a mild panic attack. He told himself that maybe you lived close to the bar and had already fallen asleep before you got his text, or that you’d turned off your phone the minute you got home. He constantly kept checking his, looking for those three little dots letting him know that you were sending something back. It was torturous.

 You laid there all of twenty minutes before you decided that you couldn’t resist the curly-haired man that had captured your attention tonight. Grabbing your phone, you shot off a quick, I did too. You typed and erased it three times, wondering if you should add more before finally pressing the send button. There it was done, if he said something back, you’d go from there. Fifteen seconds later, you knew you were in trouble.

 Maybe we could do it again sometime?

 Matthew was sweating as he hit send. He’d never been this nervous before about a woman. They either liked him or didn’t, but you, you were different. He knew that from the moment he saw you. It was even more prevalent now after he’d spent most of the night with you.

 I’d like that.

 Was your simple reply back. One that had Matthew ready to jump up and out of bed with excitement. And so the texting went on for the next ten minutes until he finally ended up calling you. The two of you talked for over an hour, almost as if you’d known each other all your lives, and you completely forgot about the texts from Auston.

 Matthew took you out three days later to an exclusive restaurant in the city. This time you told yourself you’d not make the same mistake you’d made with Auston. So, when the night drew to a close, Matthew drove you to your apartment then very properly walked you to the door and only kissed you on the cheek. It wasn’t what you expected. You’d thought he’d go for more, but Matthew wanted to do things right. He knew you were special and he wasn’t going to mess things up by sleeping with you on night one. He was in this for the long run.

 That was over a year ago. Sure, it had been difficult at first to give him your complete trust, but Matthew had earned it and over time you knew that although he may be a pest on the ice, he was anything but that in your personal life. Now the two of you shared a home and were on your way to making a life together.

 You’d kept your relationship on the down-low, staying off of all forms of social media to keep the wolves at bay. Which meant that no one, including Auston, knew that you and Matthew were dating. That was until he and everyone else saw you in the background of Taryn’s video for Brady’s twenty-first birthday. The picture highlighted Brady but behind him, there was Matthew nibbling on your neck and ear. Fans picked up on it right away, wondering who you were and Matthew decided he was tired of hiding the two of you. A week later he was posting a picture of the two of you holding hands on your way back to Calgary.

 That was dozens of posts and months ago. Your life with Matthew was nothing short of amazing, until the Flames played the Leafs. Matthew was in Toronto while you stayed back in Calgary for work. It was an early game and you joined the other wives and significant others in a small little watch party. Drinks were flowing freely, so you really didn’t catch the exchange between Matthew and Auston in warmups.

 Matthew was minding his own business as he stretched near the centerline. That’s when Auston started with the little jabs. “Nice little piece of ass you picked up Tkachuk.” Matthew was used to guys talking shit about all kinds of things on the ice, though normally it was about him being a dirty player or how Brady was the better Tkachuk on the ice; all that shit he could handle. He wasn’t used to someone taking stabs at you.

 “Shut the fuck up Matthews,” he replied then skated away. If Auston was looking for a fight, he’d get one if he kept up this banter, but not until the game started.

 It wasn’t until the end of the first that Auston got a chance to chirp Matthew again. “Tell me, Tkachuk, does (Y/N) still make the same pretty moans…”

 “Finish that and you’ll regret it,” Matthew told him. It was the only warning Matthew was going to give. Of course, Matthew knew that you’d dated someone in the hockey world and that he’d been a verifiable asshole. He’d never pressed the issue too much as he was trying to turn that stigma about hockey players around. He never liked Auston, he was always cordial to him in non-ice settings but now that he knew he was the cheating bastard who basically used you; he liked him less.

 Play resumed before anything else could happen and Matthew was sure to get in a few good checks in before heading back for the first intermission. When he was back on the ice for the second Auston picked up right where they had left off. “So, you like my sloppy seconds, Tkachuk?” Matthew saw red at the insult, and before he knew what he was doing he dropped his gloves and hit Auston. Inwardly, you cringed at the fight, not wanting to let on to the other girls that you had an idea what the exchange was about. Auston went down easy, with Matthew barely touching him, and so off the penalty box he went, while the Leafs went on the power play. You could see him just sitting there stewing, though you weren’t sure if he was mad at himself for letting Auston get to him or mad at you.

 The game ended up tied in the third, and little did you know that Auston took the opportunity to get a few more digs into Matthew. “Does she get as wet for as she did for me, or do you have to work for it?” Johnny had to hold him back from leveling him after that, but Auston didn’t let up. “She was such a fucking slut for me in bed. You know I fucked every hole…” That’s all he got out before going down hard as Matthew planted a right hook to his jaw. But Matthew wasn’t done and went after Auston as he lay on the ice. Matthew was ejected from the game and the Leafs scored on the power play.

 There was no interview after the game with Matthew, so you had no idea what he was feeling or how pissed he was. As soon as you got home, you tried to call him but it went straight to voicemail. You tried to tell yourself it didn’t mean anything that maybe he never turned his phone back on after the game or maybe they were already on the flight back to Calgary, as the team played at home the following day, but you just weren’t sure. So, you laid in the king-size bed you shared with Matthew, wrapped up in your favorite old t-shirt of his, simply staring up at the ceiling.

 At some point, you must have fallen asleep, for you didn’t hear the door open or Matthew dropping his bag like you usually did. It wasn’t until he crept into bed that you finally knew he was home. He was laying on his back, hands behind his head when you finally rolled over letting him know you were awake. You’d thought about what to say to him before falling asleep but waited for him to say something to you. When he didn’t you simply whispered, “If you want me to go I will.”

 “Go?” Matthew questioned now rolling on to his side so he could see you. “Why would I want you to leave?”

 “I never wanted to be a problem for you, Matthew, especially not with other players.” It was part of the reason you’d never told him that you’d dated Auston, though you should’ve known that Auston couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

 You went to say more, but Matthew stopped you. “You’re not the problem (Y/N). You could never be one.” His fingers ran up and down your arms lightly, just caressing your skin. “I love you, baby.”

 “I love you too.” His lips found yours then, and you melted into the feel of him, savoring how his body started to relax against you.

 “Auston’s an asshole.” Matthew finally said, when the two of you broke apart.

 “Do I even want to know what he said?”

 “Just shit to get me riled up, and it worked.” Your one hand went to the back of his neck, massaging the knotted muscles there. “I’m not stupid. I realize what probably happened between the two of you. I just don’t like hearing it.”

 “We both have pasts, Matthew. We can’t change that, but you’re my future.”

 He gave you a real quick peck to your lips. “And you’re mine. At least I don’t have to deal with him for a couple weeks.”

 You pushed him onto his back before straddling his hips. “Don’t let him get under your skin, babe. When he starts to say something…” you looked him right in the eyes. “And you know he will. Just remind him how you’re the only one I want with me.” You flexed your hips before running your hands up his bare chest. “And in me.” Matthew’s hands went to your waist, where he played with the band of lace on your panties. “You’re more to me than he’ll ever be. Both here,” you taped your heart and then his. “And here.” Lifting your hips, you took your hand and cupped the length of him. His cock instantly hardened under your touch.

 Your words spurred Matthew into action, for the next thing you knew he was ripping your panties, before shimming out of his boxers. His fingers went to your folds, where he found you ready for him. “Fuck you’re so wet.”

 “Only for you Matthew. Only for you.” It was extra reassurance that you knew Matthew needed and tonight you’d give him as many as he needed. He guided your hips down onto his cock and you sighed out with pleasure as he filled you like no one else ever had.

 As you grabbed the hem of your t-shirt Matthew whispered harshly, “Leave it on.” It was one of his Flames shirts; one that had both his name and number on the back. Leaning down you kissed him long and hard, before starting to ride him. It was slow at first, a pace meant to build you both up but not push you over the edge. His hands were everywhere, under your shirt caressing your breasts, wandering down your back to cup your ass, and moving up and down your thighs to quicken your speed.

 Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and he flipped your bodies so that he loomed over top of you. His thrusts were deep and hard, almost punishing if your body hadn’t wanted him so bad. “You belong to me.” He said as he flexed into you, pushing you up against the headboard.

 “Yes, baby. Only you.”

 “Who?” He asked again and you realized that he was not in the mood to hear any pet names.

 “You, Matthew, you,” you answered knowing that he owned you both body and soul, just as you owned him.

 “That’s right, baby.” Matthew's thrusts were deep and sure, as he knew what would bring you pleasure, and with a few more flexes of his hips, he sent you spiraling out of control, screaming his name.

 “MMMAAATTTTTTTTTTHHHHEEEEEWWW.”

 That was all he needed to catch his high and follow you down, your name on his lips. He rolled onto his side taking you with him; your breaths mingling together as you both calmed. Your nails skimmed down his spine aimless, something you tended to do after sex. Matthew always said he loved the continued intimacy it brought, and tonight it felt like you both needed that. His lips found yours, the kiss loving and tender. “I love you, (Y/N),” Matthew whispered while brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “And I promise, I won’t let Auston get to me next time.”

 “Good, because you’re the only man I love Matthew, and the team doesn’t need you getting ejected from games because of me.”

 “It won’t happen again.” You truly hoped that it wouldn’t but with Matthew’s temper you never knew.

 It was a little over two weeks later that the Flames were taking on the Leafs, this time at the Saddledome, where you were in attendance. Admittedly, you were a bit nervous on the inside as to what would happen between the love of your life and the once lowlife that you'd briefly called boyfriend. You tried to shake off your nerves with idle chatter with some of the girls, but your eyes always seemed to drift back to where Matthew and Auston were on the ice.

 Matthew for his part stayed away from center ice for warmups, just like he told you he would. It wasn’t until the second period after a blown whistle that Auston finally decided to poke at him. “How’s that girlfriend Tkachuk? You know if I told her I wanted her back she’d leave you in a second.”

 “I doubt that Matthews. She told me you couldn't satisfy her in the bedroom. Something about cumming too soon.” Anger started to radiate across Auston’s face. “You should see a doctor about that.” Matthew skated away, completely ignoring anything Auston would be able to say back.

 The game was tied late in the third once again when Auston tried to rile Matthew up again. Considering he had two assists you understood why they wanted your boyfriend out of the game. “It wasn’t me who had the problem Tkachuk, (Y/N)’s pussy was wider than the Grand Canyon.”

 “Hmm,” Matthew taunted back. “Must be your small pencil dick, because she’s so tight it’s like a vice-grip around me.” Auston took offense and cross-checked Matthew into the boards right as the play began, earning him two minutes in the penalty box. Matthew laughed at him as the ref took him over. Auston wasn’t there for long, as Matthew scored the game-winning goal forty-some seconds into the penalty. You jumped up out of your seat with the rest of the girls cheering and screaming.

 Even though they pulled the goalie, the Leafs couldn’t seem to find the back of the net before the buzzer sounded ending the game. You made your way down to wait outside the tunnel with the rest of the significant others. Most everyone was gone before Matthew finally came out, scooping you up in his arms. “Did you see that baby?”

 “I saw Matty,” you told him, kissing him on the lips. “That goal was impressive.”

 He finally set you back down on your feet. “No babe, that’s not what I meant. I didn’t let him get to me.”

 “Yeah, I saw that too. I’m so proud of you.”

 “Well, he can’t get under my skin about you, when I get to be all over yours.” His hands slid under your sweater and inside your jeans to cup your ass. “Speaking of your skin…let’s go home so I can get you out of all these clothes and see you.”

 You kissed him, long and languidly, before pulling back. “I like that idea. I like it a lot.” The two of you left the arena hands interlaced just as your bodies would be as soon as you got home.  

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