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sucking gas station!ellieâs strap under the counter and it takes all of her might to not make a scene. her tattooed knuckles are turning white from how hard sheâs gripping onto her stool, her eyebrows furrowed as she pouts down at you.
at the end of the day, itâs your duty to take care of your girl. all of the complaints about angry customers are long forgotten as she watches you fill your mouth with hungry green eyes, the harness rubbing precisely over her clit as you suck.
her thighs squish around your head as she tips over the edge, feeling nothing but white-hot pleasure that flows throughout her whole body. the empty store echoes her moans and mewls back to her, giving her a taste of just how pathetic she sounds.
thank god the security camera in the lobby is down.
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so the clip of quinn asking the producer if his hair looks good, weâve all seen it, right? cause iâm just thinking about it and how yeah it was probably a joke, but itâs sooooo insecure!quinn coded. like iâm sure he was nervous, and he really did want to look good for the camera. and itâs got me thinking about what it would be like to comfort insecure!quinn (i didnât mean for this to be this long but i couldnât stop once i started so hereâs basically a three in one blurb đ«Ł)
itâs even things as simple as his pre-game outfits. heâs seen all the comments online about how he only wears the same few suits, so one day while youâre on the couch watching tv, he turns to you and asks if youâll go shopping with him. of course you agree, but you ask him whatâs got him so eager to expand his wardrobe.
âjustâŠpeople keep saying iâm wearing the same thing all the time and it has me thinking i should probably go buy a couple more suits to wear for arrival pictures and stuff,â he shrugs, almost whispering, telling you itâs something heâs slightly embarrassed about.
you reach over and run your hand through his hair, playing with the messy curls. âq, who cares if you wear the same suit every game day? youâre wearing it to walk in the building and out of it,â you speak softly to him, noticing heâs not meeting your eye. âbut, if you want to go pick up a few more, iâd love to go with you and help you pick them out,â you tug lightly on his hair to get him to look over at you, bringing your hand down to toy with the tip of his ear.
he gives you a bashful smile, mumbling out a small âthanks,â before looking away again.
you lean over, replacing your hand on his ear with your mouth. âplus, you know how much i love looking at you in a suit,â you let your lips drag over the warm skin. âalmost as much as i love looking at you without one on.â
quinn shudders at the feeling of your hot breath on his ear, making him forget what he was even thinking about before the current conversation.
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of course, quinnâs constantly worried about being a good captain for his team, too. he doesnât think heâs played long enough to earn it yet, not understanding why they picked him over some of the vets on the team.
so when he comes home after a particularly rough practice or a brutal loss, you can feel the insecurity radiating off of his body. the game that eliminated them from the playoffs, though? god, you never want to relive it.
he laid in your arms for hours, switching between crying and getting angry at himself. he kept telling you it was his fault. he was the reason they didnât make it. they shouldâve chosen a different person to be captain, not him. he clearly didnât know what he was doing, or theyâd be celebrating tonight instead.
you know that most of this is caused by the questions he was asked after the game. one reporter in particular always asking the worst questions and getting under his skin. but youâre sure the group of drunk, upset fans outside of the rink who were yelling discouraging things to him only drove the knife deeper.
the way he talked about himself with so much disgust broke your heart in a way you never knew was possible. you knew he was always hardest on himself, but the fact he truly believes these things makes you worry you havenât been doing your job correctly.
âquinn, i donât ever want to hear you talk about yourself like that again, do you hear me?â you sat up, talking sternly but not harshly.
âwell, itâs true. if they wouldâve just picked someone else then-â
âstop!â you interrupted him, your sudden loudness causing him to pause, looking at you with wide eyes. âiâm sorry, iâm not trying to yell at you, but iâm not going to sit here and listen to you do this to yourself any longer,â you put just a few inches of distance between you and him on the large couch.
âyouâre exactly who they wanted to lead this team or they wouldnât have chosen you. you do have what it takes. hell, quinn, you got the team to the playoffs for the first time in 4 years. that has to count for something,â the tone of your voice is almost pleading, begging him to take what youâre saying to heart.
âyour teammates love you. they look up to you. the fans love you. they were excited when you were named captain. i love you,â you take a moment, watching his face slowly change from distress to calm. âand i wonât sit here and listen to you say awful things about the man that i love. not for something that changes nothing about how i feel about you or your value as the captain of your team,â you finish, a knot forming in your throat because of how deeply you feel about the man sitting in front of you.
quinn just sits and looks at you, finally snapped out of his self destruct mode. âiâŠlove you so much, you know that?â he tells you before pulling you into him and engulfing you in one of his âhuggybearâ hugs.
âyouâre right. iâm here because i deserve to be. and if you believe in me, who cares what anyone else thinks? iâve got the best motivation right here in front of me,â he speaks into your neck, squeezing you tightly to his body, like heâs trying to press you into his skin, knowing he can always count on you to talk him out of his insecurities.
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you get the rare moments, too, where quinn starts comparing himself to his brothers. youâd think as the oldest heâd know better, knowing that the two younger boys have always looked up to him, but once the media started trying to pit the three against each other, the seed of doubt crept its way into his thoughts.
itâs not even just about hockey, either. itâs the way jack is always so outgoing, the life of the party. and luke always seems so universally adored, his bashful charm winning him over with crowds.
quinn? quinn feels like heâs justâŠthere. he canât strike up a conversation as naturally as jack can. and his shyness seems to only drive people away, not draw people in, like lukeâs.
and yeah, quinn knows youâre always there with him, keeping him company and being his buffer in all of the various social settings he finds himself in, but he canât help but wish he was a little bit more like his brothers.
especially right now, when heâs sitting by the fire pit at the family lake house, a few of brotherâs shared friends over for the weekend.
heâs sitting in a chair sipping on a beer, watching you partake in a heated game of beer pong with jack, luke, trevor, and cole. all day heâs felt a littleâŠless than. watching you on the boat earlier dancing around to your favorite song with jack, not worrying about who might float by and see the two of you.
or when you were helping prep dinner, and trevor came up to you and struck up a conversation, talking a mile a minute while you kept up with and soaked up every word, adding to the conversation with just as much enthusiasm at the drop of a hat.
or right now, when cole is picking you up and swinging you around after you just won the drinking game, launching into your âsecretâ handshake the two of you coined a few summers ago.
he wishes he could give you those things. the loud, crazy, fun atmosphere you seem to thrive in. he wishes he could be the guy to parade you around at all of the hockey banquets, introducing you to various people. he wants to dress up with you on halloween in the ridiculous couples costumes you always show him. to be the spontaneous boyfriend that goes diving off of the small cove cliffs on the lake like you love to do with jack.
but thatâs justâŠnot who he is. he likes to be quiet, observant, lowkey, private. he likes to listen to other people carry the conversation, and just chime in when he has something to add. he likes to drive the boat and watch everyone else splash around in the water, jumping in for a few minutes just to cool off before resuming his position on the driverâs seat. he hates going to the bar after games with his teammates, but agrees because he knows you like dressing up and going out.
he loves when the two of you spend time reading together on the couch, then order dinner in and watch a movie before bed. he likes the fact that the two of you can sit in silence, both comfortable enough to not feel the need to fill the space with empty conversation. he likes being able to come home to you after the loud environment of the game to the sweet whisper of your voice, because you know how he likes the soft tone after the arena full of screams and sirens.
but he canât help but feel like heâs causing you to be less for him, seeing how much life you seem to have in times like these.
heâs broken out of his little pity party when you come running over to him. âquinny!! did you see that! we won! i won!â you fling your half-drunk self down onto his lap, beaming your beautiful smile to him.
âi did. looked like you were having fun,â he says with a smile, but his tone is flat.
he watches your smile fade slightly, cocking your head at him. âyou okay?â you ask him, always able to tell when somethingâs not right in that mysterious brain of his.
âyeah, mâjust tired. might head in early,â he tells you, drumming his fingers along the tanned skin of your leg, signaling heâs about to stand up.
âokayâŠwell then iâll go with you. just gotta tell the guys goodnight first,â you respond skeptically, removing yourself from his lap as he stands.
âno, no, donât wanna ruin your fun. just come to bed when youâre done, yeah? donât drink too much, sweetheart,â quinn shakes his head, placing a kiss on the top of your head before turning and walking away from you, leaving you confused.
you watch quinn walk up the stone steps, stopping in the dimly lit kitchen to hover over the sink for a few moments, staring out the window looking over the dark lake. you can tell by his body language something is bothering him, so you turn and walk over to tell the rest of the group that youâre heading to bed, ignoring their protests of âyouâre no fun! quinnâs made you boring!â with a playful show of your middle finger as you walk away, following quinnâs same path.
quinnâs so lost in thought he doesnât hear the kitchen door open or the soft pad of your footsteps walking towards him, only breaking out of his trance when he feels your hands make their way around his torso and your body pressed against his back.
âwhatcha thinking about?â you ask him, placing a small kiss to the middle of his back through his thin t-shirt.
ânothing,â he tells you, his tone not convincing you. âwhy arenât you out there defending your title?â he turns around so heâs facing you, resting his own hands on your waist.
âbecause something has you locked in that pretty head of yours, and i intend to find out why my boyfriend is sad,â you tell him in that soft tone of voice he loves, not wasting any time getting to the bottom of his odd mood.
quinnâs cheeks involuntarily flush, always having loved when you call him pretty. but before you can admire him too much he closes his eyes and throws his head back, sighing, not wanting to talk about how pathetic he is.
âyouâll just think itâs silly and pointless,â he confesses, knowing you wonât concede until you pry it out of him.
âtry me,â you tell him as he looks down at you, seeing the cocked eyebrow and look of determination on your face.
heâs silent for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to explain it to you without making you feel like you did something wrong, because he knows youâll immediately start picking apart what you couldâve possibly done to make him feel like this. but itâs not you, itâs his problem.
you continue to look at him with love in your eyes, silently encouraging him.
âitâs justâŠâ he starts then pauses again, bringing a hand up to toy with your low ponytail. âdo youâŠeverâŠyâknow, wish i was different? more like jack? or trevor?â he finally gets the words out, shock taking over your features.
he watches your eyes go from loving, to surprised, to sad.
âquinn, what? no. never,â you tell him, shaking your head so vigorously heâs worried youâll make yourself dizzy.
he brings his hands up to stop the movement of your head, leaving his soft hands there, thumbs caressing your cheeks.
âitâs justâŠi see how you are around them. howâŠfull of life you are,â he watches your mouth open and close, like you want to interrupt him but thought better of it. âand i canât help but wonder if youâre missing out because of me,â he shrugs, removing his hands from your face to let them rest in half fists on your shoulders, a sad smile on his face.
reaching up to grab his hands and hold them in both of yours, you shake them a bit to get him to look at you.
âiâm not missing out on anything, do you hear me?â you tell him with such seriousness in your voice heâs almost worried youâre mad. âtheyâre a good time, yeah, but theyâre not you, q.â
still not convinced, quinn letâs his doubt control his thoughts again. âi just know that theyâre more your speed. they like to go out and party and have fun and iâŠdonât,â he canât meet your eyes, not wanting to see the sadness settled there.
âwith them youâre always talking and can be loud and spontaneous like i know you like to do. but with me itâs always whispers and quiet and hiding away in corners or at home. i donât do silly dances with you in the boat without caring who might see or have a secret handshake when we win beer pong. i sit on the couch and read in silence. i sit in the corner and watch everyone else have fun when we go out because i donât want videos of me all over the internet,â he continues, his tone growing more frustrated with each word spoken.
âi just donât want you to wake up one day and realize youâve wasted all this time with some boring guy who only wants to sit at home and only goes out when he has to or when you want to, not because he enjoys it,â he finishes, nearly shaking with vulnerability.
his words are a knife straight into your heart, not wanting to believe he really feels this way about himself.
âoh quinny,â you bring your hands up to cup his face, wiping at the moisture forming in his grey eyes.
he gives you a weak smile, turning his head to kiss your open palm, closing his eyes at the comfort your skin on his always brings him.
âi need you to know, that i love you, quinn hughes. i love you so much it hurts me sometimes. like, physically pains me. i look at you and i feel like my chest could literally bust open with how deeply i feel about you. and not just when things are good. all the time. every day. even when weâre fighting. even when youâre sad. even when you leave your socks stuffed in the creases of the couch,â you tell him, earning a small, wet laugh, because he knows how much you hate that poor habit of his.
âi love you when weâre sitting in silence on the couch because you just got home from a game and need a noise break. i love you when weâve been reading for hours, the only sound between us the turning pages of our books. i love you when weâre sitting in the corner of the bar because you donât want to be the center of attention when someone buys the team a round. i love you when youâre watching me be crazy and drunk on the boat because you want to make sure someone is sober and everyone is safe. i love you when youâre âboringâ because to me, youâre never boring,â you confess to him, feeling the small tear slip out of your left eye and down your cheek, matching quinnâs.
âyouâre the person that i love with everything that i have in me. the one that brings me home whatever books iâve been talking about wanting to read during our marathons on a random afternoon just because you were thinking about it. the person that sacrifices his alone time away from his team, and just hockey in general, to go to banquets and events because you know i enjoy those things sometimes. youâre the person that always watches my favorite silly shows with me, no matter how stupid they are. my personal chef, my human teddy bear, my best friend,â you whisper the last words, sniffling, noticing quinnâs eyes are now closed tightly.
âbecause even though i do enjoy being loud and rowdy sometimes, i enjoy being with you, more. i enjoy the quiet and the slowness of life with you. the time we get to spend together without distractions or expectations. so no, i donât wish you were more like jack, or trevor, or luke, or cole, or whoever. because youâre like quinn, which is exactly who i want you to be,â your voice finally goes quiet, bringing your forehead to rest against his, hoping your words are enough to convince him that his insecurities are just that. they hold no weight and have no truth to them.
the two of you simply soak in each otherâs presence, neither one daring break the intimacy of the words hanging in the air.
when quinn finally opens his eyes and leans his head back, he lets out a shaky breath.
âtell me not to get down on one knee and propose to you right now,â he tells you, a slight joking tone to his voice, earning a small chuckle from you.
âway to do a complete 180,â you joke back, once again tangling your hands in his hair.
he huffs out a small laugh, tilting his head back before brining it back up to look at you.
âthank you,â he breaths out. âi donât know how i got so in my head, but all day i watched you have fun and i donât know. i got lost for a bit.â
you lean forward to place a small peck on the tip of his nose, watching him scrunch it slightly in response.
âwell, luckily for you, iâll always be here to come in there and find you, bringing you back out here to me,â you tap your finger along his temple.
âluckiest in the world,â he beams down at you.
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ring hard launch - blurb
the content we got today just SCREAMS fiancé!harry for me so i came up with this, enjoy !
gif by @sunkissedlouis <3
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
If there was something that was definitely at the top of your list of favorite activities, was spending time with Harry.
It didn't matter if it was getting groceries, joining him for a bike ride or simply laying on the couch together, every moment that you spent together brought you contentment and joy that you couldn't find anywhere else.
And now that he was your fiancé, it was safe to say that both of you wanted to be glued to each other every single minute.
Harry proposed the morning of New Year's Eve, in the comfort of your home with both of you in your pajamas as you enjoyed homemade breakfast bagels, and it was absolutely perfect.
Ever since, you had been happier than ever, sharing the news with your family and closest friends and enjoying your engagement in private without prying eyes from paparazzi, fans and media.
"We better win tonight," Your train of thought was interrupted by Harry's voice, you were currently heading to the Luton vs Man United game, and even though you couldn't care less about football, your need to be close to him all the time made you say yes when he asked you to join him, "Thank you for tagging along, baby. I know this is not your scene so it's nice you came."
"I'm just here for the drinks and snacks," you teased, watching him roll his eyes at you, "And to enjoy the evening with my handsome fiancé, of course."
"There we go," he smiled now, grabbing your hand and placing a small kiss to the ring on your finger.
Ever since you got engaged, that had became his favorite habit, and it made your heart flutter every single time.
"It sucks that I have to take it off," you said, making him look at you with a raised eyebrow, "The ring, I mean. I have to take it off before we get out of the car, otherwise headlines will go crazy and Jeff is going to freak out."
"Mm-hmm," he paused to think, eyes darting for the road to you, "What if... you don't have to take it off?"
"What do you mean?" you said, noticing that you were about to enter the back of the stadium.
"I mean..." he grabbed your hand again, tugging the ring affectionately, "What if we let the world know about it? I talked to Jeff and the rest of the team last week, they said we could make it public whenever we felt like it, at our own terms. So why don't we do it today?"
Harry parked the car at the spot that was reserved for him and turned to look at you with a wide smile, waiting for your answer.
"Are you sure?" you smiled back at him, noticing the glow in his eyes that almost made you melt.
"Couldn't be more sure, love. Besides, the album is coming soon and everyone is going to connect the dots as soon as they listen to the first song, might as well give them an early heads up."
"Let's do it," you said, leaning over to kiss him, "I feel like everyone is going to focus on the fact that you're finally outside and with brand new hair, they won't even notice the rock on my finger."
Harry rolled his eyes again and gave you another kiss, "I swear to god, woman. You're something else."
You headed inside of the stadium to the VIP suit you were going to watch the game in, walking hand in hand with your engagement ring glistening on your finger, cameras around filming and taking pictures of both of you.
"Do you think twitter is freaking out yet?" you asked Harry as you settled on your seats.
"No idea, baby, I don't use that app," he shrugged, "Do you want anything to drink?"
"Would you get me something fruity that has alcohol that doesn't quite taste like alcohol? That's the only way I won't be bored to death."
"Sure thing." Harry laughed and kissed the side of your head before standing up to get your drink, coming back a few minutes later with exactly what you asked and a bottle of sparkling water for himself.
"So we're rooting for Man U, right?" you asked as you took a sip from your drink.
"Seven years together, months away from getting married, yet you still don't know I'm a Man U ride or die," he put a hand on his chest, "I don't think this is going to work."
"I was just teasing, drama queen," you pecked his cheek, "I know your true loves are Man U, the Green Bay Packers, peas and Fleetwood Mac."
"And you," he winked, making you roll your eyes with affection and take another sip from your drink.
A few minutes into the game, you found yourself quite invested on it, constantly asking Harry about the stuff you didn't understand and getting nervous when the other team was about to score or your team missed a goal.
"Lord, I don't want to watch," you said as a player from the opposite team was getting ready to hit a penalty, hiding your face against Harry's shoulder, "Harry! You're supposed to be watching the game, you've been staring at me for half of it now."
"Sorry, you're just too cute," he kissed the crown of your head, "You can watch now, he failed it."
"Thank god."
By the end of the game, you were both on your feet, cheering as Man United secured a win. Harry was ecstatic, and you found yourself caught up in the excitement, cheering alongside him.
While you were engulfed in your own bubble during the game, cameras has caught up on the ring of your finger, and Harry and you immediately became a world trending topic, with fans speculating whether you were actually engaged or not.
As you laid in bed scrolling through the millions of tweets about the game Harry finally emerged from the bathroom, ready to get in the covers.
"Are you reading about us?" he asked, sliding into bed beside you.
"Yeah," you replied, showing him some of the tweets, "But I don't think it was quite clear for some of your fans, some of them don't think we're really engaged."
"Well, I guess it'll be clear when the album comes out."
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harry's 30th birthday blurb with 1d!yn?! đ
Birthday Surprises
SUMMARY: Harry celebrates his 19th and 30th birthday with the person he loves.
GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn, married!ynrry
Since 2010 masterlist
Not to sound ungrateful, but Harry thinks that this was one of the worst birthday celebrations that he's ever had.
Tonight, he just wanted to spend his last year being a teenager having fun with friendsânot be completely embarrassed and uncomfortable being strip teased and danced on by strippers.Â
Not to mention that afterwards, One Directionâs management team had booked him to do a relationship stunt for the night. So as he walked out of the club and into his security teamâs Range Rover, a tall, blonde model was by his side. As bad as it sounded, he couldnât remember the girlâs name for the life of him.Â
Nothing was going to happen with her anyways. All they had to do was a couple of paparazzi pictures of them together before theyâre driven off into the night. The driver would discreetly drop her off at her own hotel before escorting Harry back to his.Â
So there's not an ounce of uncertainty that when Harry comes out of the elevator, he's absolutely tired and wants nothing more than to be left alone.
He waves his card key in front of the lock and once he hears the little "beep" sound, he pushes the heavy door open.
His irritation and tiredness might have just peaked over its breaking point when he begins to hear rustling from inside. Heâs already extremely worn out that he doesnât even want to put in the effort into putting on a nice face to whoeverâs inside his hotel room. But the smile that appears on his face is effortless when he sees YN flicking the wheel of the lighter over some birthday candles sticking out of a chocolate cake.
âFucking fuckâoh, surprise!â She hops, extending her arms out beside her in what she hopes to look like a grand gesture.
âWhatâs going on?â
âWeâre celebrating your birthday.âÂ
Anyone a mile away can tell how uncomfortable he was during the whole stripper fiasco. It sucked to have to stand off to the side, a faux smile on her face to see her bandmate in that type of situation. As much as she wanted to stay with him for the other âfunâ festivities the night had to offer, she knew that she couldnât let his birthday end the way it was heading. So she took the chance to leave the club a bit early and hoped that he would be up for one more celebratory, late night hang out. Â
âBut, but itâs already past midnight,â He blinks, still a little dumbfounded at the kind surprise before him.
"Oh come on, we only haveâerrâthree, ah! Two more minutes until your birthday is officially over." YN pulls Harry over to the small dining table and sits him down in front of his freshly lit cake. It's then that he notices the shaky lettering on the cake that reads, âHappy Birthday Harry!â Letting him know that she went more out of her way for him than she initially let on.Â
She comically clears her throat before beautifully yet quickly singing the infamous Happy Birthday song. The song isn't being yelled at to him by a big group of people, and the room isn't jam-packed with people he doesn't know. When he leans over to blow out his candles, he isn't fearful of hands going to the back of his head to stuff his face into the cake.
He doesnât think twice about wrapping her up in his arms. He squeezes the tops of her shoulders tightly and she nestles into his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, âThank you.â
The sentiment doesn't, can't go by unnoticed, but it doesn't seem totally out of the norm. This is Harry. A sweet and affectionate person whose love language is undoubtedly physical touch. If anything, it'd be YN feeling the one out of place in this situation. And maybe it was a change of heart towards her anti-touchy feelings or maybe it was because of his birthday. Either way, he's grateful for the way she's letting him hold her. If it were anyone else, she definitely wouldn't wrap her arms around his torso, humming at the warmth he brings.
"Well the night doesnât have end here,â YN blinks up at him. As if they both realize their close proximity, they slowly pull away to give each other some space. âIf you're still up for it and not too tuckered out, I rented that one stupid rom com you like. The one with the guy standing outside with the signs."
"Love Actually? I thought you didn't like that movie."
"Well to be fair, I actually have never seen it. But itâs your birthday and this is sort of part of my gift to you. You know, if you even wanna see it. If not, I can just fuck off and you can sleep because I know you probably had a pretty eventful dayââ
Sheâs rambling. YNâs ramblingâa quality she was never prone to particularly show, but itâs cute. He thinks sheâs cute.Â
âYN,â He chuckles, effectively cutting her off. âIâm down to watch it.â
âReally? Okay, cool. Because I already have the film on queue in the room so that would have been real fooking embarrassing.â Annnd sheâs back.
He watches with curious eyes as she carefully slides the heavy cake plate onto her hands.Â
She throws a nod towards the kitchenette, âMind grabbing the forks.â
As much as Harry tries to resist it, he canât seem to wipe the smile off his face. He quickly grabs the two utensils before following behind her to the open bedroom. YN quite literally steps onto the foot of the bed before carefully sitting down, balancing the cake in her hands.
He sits down next to her, handing her the fork just as she begins the movie. They both dig their forks into the middle of the cake, taking out a chunk.
âHappy birthday, Harry,â She says, clicking the ends of their forks together. She happily hums at the delicious dessert but it quickly turns into a groan at the opening aong of the movie. âAh not this stupid song again. I felt like this was all i was hearing just the other month.â
Heâd be lying if he said he was watching more of the movie than her. His cheeks hurt from chuckling at her witty commentary and he tries not to make a big deal about the way she actually started to get into the film. So as he eats cake and spends the rest of the night with his best friend, he thinks that this might be the best birthday heâs had in a long time.
âą 11 years later â
YN stumbles through the front door as Harry cradles her in his arms, his mouth feverishly pressed to hers. They smile through their kisses, and he hums as she runs her finger through his growing curls. Harry kicks the door of their shared home behind him and blindly tosses the keys haphazardly in the general direction of the bowl by the door.
âOkay, okay,â YN pushes against his shoulders, finally getting a breath in, the pair still walking further into their home without separating. âSo I know you said you didn't want any more presentsââ
âBaby,â the grown man playfully whines. âYou've already given me everything.â In all sincerity, she really has in his eyes. Heâs been in love with the woman before him since they were sixteen. He wanted to be with her since their time in the band, through the making of their solo albums and everything in between. Even though itâs been a little over a year now, it still brings an explainable peace and warmth to his heart that sheâs now his wife; not his friend with benefits, secret lovers, or merely a couple, but married.
And today couldn't have gone better. YN had the whole day planned. They started the day with lazy morning sex that turned into breakfast in bed. They spent the afternoon down by a secluded beach, having an impromptu dip in the water just before eating the lunch she packed for them. Then, after a plane ride to their private villa in Italy, they've just got back from having a beautiful dinner at his favorite restaurant.
âThere's nothing more I could possibly want. Ooo, unless you're hiding some sexy lingerie under this fine ass dress you got here.â He says into her the crook of her neck, already sponging kisses onto her skin.
YN lets out a laugh, especially as his fingers begin to bunch up her silk dress. âNo! Well, not no butââ
âSo you do,â Harry says with excitement, the creases in his eyes appear when he hears her laughter.Â
âJust hang on a sec. Your present is upstairs.â
âSo I get to unwrap my last birthday present in the bedroom,â He teases her further. Her husband relishes in the way she lets out a girly squeal when he dips down and effortlessly lifts her over his shoulder to bring them into the master bedroom.Â
 âWait, wait,â She pushes as Harry plops them down on the bed, already trapping her underneath him. âWait here. Iâll be back in a sec.â
Once she's managed to wiggle herself free (with great effort, no thanks to Harry) she scurries off to the connected bathroom.
He sits himself down on the bed, undoing the cuffs of his button up before rolling up his sleeves, preparing himself to see if wife in lacy undergarments that are only begging to be taken off by his teeth. Or torn off. Either one would work.
âH, close your eyes.â YN says from behind the door. âI mean it, no peeking.â
âAlright, alright.â He complies, already feeling a childlike sense of giddy anticipation.Â
âAre they closed?â
âYeah.â
â...are you sure?â
âYes! For fuck sakeâs woman. Being so mean on my birthday,â he laughs.
He feels the bed dip next to him before a kiss is pressed to his lips. Before he can bring his hands to her jaw to deepen the sweet kiss, he feels something being placed in his hands.
âOkay, open them,â she says against his lips.
He pulls back and sees a red box tied with a bow on top.Â
âLovie, you really shouldn't have.â
âLast one, I promise.â
Just to tease her, he brings the small box next to his head and shakes it slightly to hear the contents rattle inside.
YN makes a strategic move by placing one of her hands behind him so her thumb can twist at her rings, knowing that that's her dead giveaway for her nerves.
When he opens the lid, it's only then his face gets seriousâlips slightly parted with soft eyes. On top of the pile of confetti lies a pregnancy test. The small, red plus line stares back at him clear as day.
âYN?â When he looks to his love, she begins to hold back her tears at the sight of his watery eyes and pink nose. âIsâwhaâare you sure?â
âI took like five of them just to be sure,â she lets out a chuckle.
âWeâre having a baby?â Words can't describe the warmth and happiness that fills her chest at his excitement. It's not like they haven't mentioned having kids before. It's been brought up a couple of times, most recently these past two years, but the timing was never right. They were always working; whether it be on making an album, working on themselves, and for the longest time, tour was their babies. But now that their 2 year world tours have ended and they've finally had time to go MIA for a couple of months, it didn't feel like a better time.
The couple wasn't setting up a schedule or anything technical to have a baby. Especially since going on their second honeymoon had been occupying their schedule right after touring was done, they decided that baby making would happen naturally. Whenever their baby decided to enter their lives, that would be the perfect time.
YN nods and before she can say the words to verbally confirm, he has her wrapped in his arms. Harry lifts her off the bed and gives her a little twirl.
As quickly as he picked her up, he's on his knees before her and puts a gentle hand on her tummy.
âHi, bubba,â he says softly. YN beams at the sight, already wiping at the happy tears running down her cheeks. âI'm your daddy, and I love you so so much.â
After placing a gentle kiss on her stomach, he finally takes his wife's face in his hands and kisses her. It isn't rushed or filled with a sexual need. It's soft and filled with so much love and passion.
âWe're gonna be parents, baby. Youâre gonna make the best momma," he says sincerely, getting more emotional at the thought of holding a mini YN or a mini him in his arms in less than a year from now.
"And you're gonna make the best dad," she hums. He wraps his arms around the tops of her shoulders, pulling her close to him as she cuddles into him. He presses a kiss to her forehead and sniffs back his tears.
"I love you so much."
âi love you, baby. Happy birthday, Harry.â
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A little Gaz x reader blurb I thought of based on this pic
Rocky, Ro-Ro, Peanut, Sweet Boy, Baby.
You called that bloody dog every single name except for itâs actual name.
Gaz had brought Roscoe home for you as a gift. A beautiful Doberman puppy that he could train to watch over you while he was on missions. That hadnât worked out though, the only commands that dog ended up learning were âwalkiesâ and âtreatâ and the only thing that Roscoe was protecting was his food bowl.
But, you loved him. The way your eyes had lit up when he had brought home the small puppy and instantly bounding across the room to coo at the puppy and place kisses over Gazâs face almost made up for the way Gaz swore you loved that dog more than him. Almost.
Gazâs phone rang out during a briefing. Quickly silencing it, he glanced sheepishly over at Price. The ding of a message sounded soon after and Gazâs heart dropped.
âThereâs someone in the houseâ
He raced home, vaguely remembering offering Price and the team a hasty explanation for his departure as his car skidded along your street.
The door had been kicked off the hinges and the place had been ransacked. Gaz drew his gun, years of military training activated instantly, this was a mission. The most important of his life.
He found you, huddled in the small ensuite, Roscoe standing guard, hackles raised, teeth bared and snarling at the door. Your sweet baby Rocky was ready to lunge at the intruder, to tear them apart.
Rosco recognised Gaz and happily trotted over to him, his way of saying âI protected my mamaâ that dog definitely deserved a bloody steak for his dinner tonight. But Gaz still drew the line at calling him any of the baby names you called him.
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i have loved your work for some time now and you always outdone yourself with every new thing you write. im obsessed with the sleeping with the enemy blurbsđ€đ€
can i request rafe getting into a fight because he heard someone talking bad about reader and he goes to her dorm and she cleans him up and he doesn't confess what happened because she would mock him or something like that?
YOUâRE SO SWEET OH MY GOSH THANK YOU đ i loved writing the one-shot and iâm so pleasantly surprised and touched that so many readers like the au!! tysm i love this request!!
based on this fic
before he knows it, rafeâs knuckles are pulsating with a sharp ache. it all happened so fast.
heâs at a bar off campus. heâs painfully sober. his team lost at an embarrassing margin today. and then, he heard one of the guys whoâs dating a girl on his teamâs cheerleading squad shit-talking his best friend.
he called her an attention whore. said she purposely hikes up her skirt when she dances at games and will say yes to any guy who asks for âyou know whatâ.
rafe knows the truth. this guy likely got caught looking at her by his girlfriend and is now overcompensating by saying how gross the hawksâ cheerleader is.
even though his words were bullshit, they were more than enough for rafe to start swinging. unfortunately, his victim had friends near by. they got a few punches in. then he got kicked out of the bar.
at this point, sheâs the only person who can make him feel better. so, heâs knocking on her door soon after. he invited her out tonight, but she told him sheâs staying in to study.
she gasps when she opens the door and sees him holding a red stained tissue up against his mouth.
âwhat the fuckâŠâ she breathes. âare you okay?â
before he can answer, she pulls him in by the crook of his elbow and guides him to sit on her desk, pushing her textbooks away.
she lowers his hand, eyes worryingly searching his face.
âhow much does it hurt?â she says with a wince.
âitâs not that bad,â he says. itâs true. the adrenaline hasnât worn off yet, but heâs sure heâll be bruised up and sore tomorrow. âbut i fucked up my hand.â
she looks down at him flexing his hand. his knuckles are red and swollen. she holds his hand in hers, her skin warm and soft, and shakes her head.
âshit,â she whispers. âiâll be right back.â
she rushes out to the bathroom and comes back with paper towels, some damp and some dry. then, she pours him some water from her mini-fridge and puts a bottle of painkillers beside him on the desk.
rafe watches her in awe as she scrambles to help. heâs not sure heâs ever had someone be this worried about him. this determined to make him feel better.
he keeps his hands on his lap as she leans forward, dabbing the damp paper against his skin.
âlay it on me,â she says quietly. âand spare no details.â
rafe already rehearsed this in the car. he hates to lie to her considering the fact that honesty is basically the cornerstone of their friendship. but repeating what that jackass at the bar said is a waste of breath. itâll just hurt her. he canât hurt her.
âsome guy was talking shit about the game,â he fibs.
âsorry. it was a rough one tonight,â she says. âlast thing you needed was that.â
he had a game at a college an hour away tonight, so she had a stream of it playing as she studied. she watches his games whenever she can.
rafe is an amazing player. she never followed or cared this much about the career of any athlete she dated. and sheâs not even dating him.
âit was bullshit,â he mutters.
âit was,â she agrees. she slowly runs the dry paper towel over where she moistened his cheek. âhow many times did they rebound foul? i actually lost count.â
âexactly,â he says.
âand if iâm out of line, fine,â she continues, âbut what the hell was morrow doing? was he tired? he was practically handing them opportunities.â
rafe nods. he laid into eddie morrow, his teamâs small forward, for his shitty defensive transitions tonight.
âhe told me he had a bad sleep,â rafe scoffs.
âgreat excuse,â she breathes. she straightens, looking at his cleaned up face.
it gives him an opportunity to stare at her. sheâs so casual about it all. how quickly she swept in to clean him up. how much she knows about the game he lives and breathes. how beautiful she is.
how could anyone say anything bad about this woman?
âyouâre a little swollen but still pretty, for what itâs worth,â she says with a smile. âi just hope your handâs okay in time for your next game.â
even if it isnât, rafe knows that punching someone for shit-talking her was worth it.
âtake one if you want,â she tells him, picking up the bottle of painkillers. âget ahead of the pain.â
he pops a painkiller and gulps down the water she poured him.
âyou wanna hang out here while i study?â she asks. âmy room is way more exciting than some bar.â
sheâs being sarcastic, but honestly, hanging out with her does sound like more fun than going out.
âsure,â he says simply. heâs exhausted. and being here feels good.
throughout the evening, rafe lies on her bed, scrolling on his phone while she studies at her desk. every so often, they fall into easy conversation. but itâs no surprise. everything between them is so effortless.
eventually, he starts dozing off and is about to stand to leave, but she tells him he can just pass out in her bed.
as rafe falls into his slumber, smelling her on her pillow, he tiredly mumbles that he wishes he met her sooner. she turns to look at him in surprise, feeling butterflies over his words when she knows she shouldnât feel that way about her friend. his eyes are already shut.
he falls asleep thinking about how good she smells. she continues to study thinking about how nice is to have him around.
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Can I please get a Paige Bueckers blurb with the prompt "What are you doing here? I thought you had to study."
courtside || paige bueckers x reader ||
the game against the lynx wasn't going remotely how you wanted it to. you were seemingly the prime target of every single one of your opponents. you wanted to prove that you could handle yourself as a rookie, and more importantly, diana's rookie. she had been hard on you, but at the end of your season, you had made the most improvement.
"damn she looks pissed," diana said with a small laugh. you furrowed your brows as you tried to figure out who she was talking about. diana seemed to take pity on you and pointed towards the stands where you finally saw paige. "play good for her, give her something to forget about all these hits you've been taking."
it was like seeing paige revitalized your playing skills. the lynx players were still trying to get you, but now, you put up more resistance. you stopped trying to make shots in the paint and pulled back for threes. they didn't try to crowd you as much making those shots because at first, they didn't believe that you could make them. you had always been seen as a more aggressive player, trucking up to get shots you couldn't miss.
"where did that come from?" most of the girls knew that you hated group hugs, but tonight, you were in good spirits. the distance with paige was definitely a big part in your grumpy persona, and now that you knew she was close by, you were absolutely elated.
"her girlfriend is here," diana teased. almost immediately, natasha and diana were leading the team in teasing you. you snuck away from them, mostly thanks to bg putting some distance in between you and the team.
"don't take this the wrong way, but what are you doing here? i thought you had to study," you told paige. she ducked her head down in shame, which was the perfect opportunity for you to kiss her. paige had always been a few inches taller than you, something that she lorded over you at every chance.
"my favorite study partner kind of moved to phoenix. it's awful, my grades tanked, and i couldn't even get courtside seats to surprise her," paige whined. you rolled your eyes as you hopped up into her arms. "oh and there's this sweaty little gremlin crawling all over me."
"paige!" you swatted at her shoulder as paige just cackled. "be nice or i'll find someone else to be nice to me."
"no, no, no, no!" paige stomped her foot down as she tightened her hold on you. she leaned down and gave you a real kiss, one that you had been waiting for since you had last seen her. "i love you."
"i love you too. now, let me go so that i can shower and change," you said. paige reluctantly let you go and followed you down to the court. she got along well with your teammates, and you hoped and prayed that she'd end up with you after the next draft.
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ooo, how about a bf alexia fic or blurb where they go out to celebrate a win and reader's just making small talk with a stranger while alexia's off somewhere else and then alexia just shows up at your side and quietly asserts that she's there and your hers. and after the stranger leaves, she gets all touchy and pouty because she just wants the readers attention
sixth sense II a.putellas
you smiled seeing alexia being pulled away to dance by jenni and laia very much so against her will, watching her head of pink hair dissapear into the crowd as you excused yourself from your conversation with alba and a few of the other girls to get another drink.
the small bar in sydney was packed out, spaniards, catalans and australians all dancing and cheering and celebrating spains world cup victory just two days prior.
it was the final night before the team flew back to spain for their welcome home ceremony and after a big group dinner with family and friends the majority of the team had moved on, eager to spend the final night they could celebrating in the foreign country.
you waited patiently for your turn, the poor barkeepers run off their feet by the very busy night, drumming your fingers against the wooden top of the bar, somewhat lost in your own world.
"so, family or friend?" you looked up hearing someone speak near you, meeting the amused eyes of a tall dark haired woman with a thick australian accent. "sorry?" you questioned with a surprised frown, unsure if you'd heard her correctly.
"you don't strike me as a footballer, you're not from around here because i'd have remembered your face and half of spain is in here right now. so, family or friend of the team?" the woman grinned, making a gesture toward the bartender who nodded and held up two fingers.
"are all australians so forward?" you laughed, a little taken aback by the womans reading of you. "only those who run and own bars." the woman grinned, the bartender dropping two drinks beside you as she grabbed one, holding it up and motioning you do the same.
"you own this?" you asked with wide eyes as she shrugged. "co-own if you ask the right person. like i said, i don't forget a face and i haven't seen most of them in here tonight before!" the woman grinned, again motioning you to pick up the drink beside you.
"to australia losing their home world cup and spain winning their first!" she cheered making you laugh again, clinking your glass against hers, not even entirely sure what you were about to drink but a little too tipsy already to think much of it.
alexia's friends would often tease she had a sixth sense and that it centered entirely around you, like a spidey sense but reserved for her girlfriend.
cold? she was offering you her jacket before you'd even shivered once. hungry? she'd already ordered extra food despite you saying you didn't want anything. stressed? your favourite movie was loaded and her arms were open and ready for you to take refuge in them.
which is why a strange sense settled over her on the dancefloor and alexia looked around, suddenly realising she couldn't see you anywhere as her brows furrowed. she ignored the teasing remarks from her team mates as she broke free from the pack of dancing bodies, her sister pointing her toward the bar where you'd wandered off to get a new drink.
alexia's jaw clenched as her eyes finally sought you out, laughing and speaking with a stranger who was a little too close to you for the spanish captains comfort.
you broke your attention away from your conversation feeling something settle around your neck, glancing down you saw your girlfriends world cup medal dangling by your chest.
her arm was next, toned and tanned it wrapped around your neck from behind and settled across your collar bones pulling your body into hers as she leaned across the bar, waving over the bartender and ordering a drink.
"hola mi vida." she murmured, kissing your cheek and trying to wave the bartender back over to pay, each subtle touch of hers screaming that you were taken.
her possesive nature was not lost on you or your new friend it seemed who smiled in amusement at the tall womans refusal to even acknowledge her, seeming as if she was unbothered though her body language said the complete opposite.
"not quite family and more than a friend then. enjoy the rest of your trip, on me!" the woman whose name you never even got smiled kindly, clinking her drink against alexia's who finally looked up and over toward her, too late now as the blonde melted away into the crowd.
"who was that?" your girlfriend asked with a frown, hold on you tightening as you managed to turn around and face her. "i never caught her name, she owns this though." you gestured around you as alexia hummed, sipping on her drink.
"you left me alone on the dance floor hermosa." the midfielder pouted making you smile. "you had plenty of people to dance with ale." you laughed, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"none of them are you though." she smiled charmingly as you sipped your drink with a small shake of your head. "you know she was just a stranger, si? i didn't even get her name, i did not want to." you assured, gently squeezing her bicep still seeing a far off look in her eyes you knew too well.
"she was a little too close to you mi amor. just because you did not want her name did not mean she did not want yours." alexia warned, pout yet again forming on her lips as a slight veil of jealously clouded her features.
"i think you made it very well known i was taken bonita." you smiled, toying with the medal around your neck as alexia shrugged innocently.
"it was just heavy princesa, it was your turn to wear it." the pink haired woman dismissed with a flirty grin as you playfully shoved her shoulder and she guided you back to the group, hand securely on the small of your back.
cheers greeted the two of you as you returned, alexia's attention immediately commanded again by her team mates who once more tried to twirl her off for a dance. but the catalan woman brushed them all off with ease, taking her seat and pulling you to sit on her lap before you could take yours.
alba's teasing not lost on your ears you smiled knowingly as your girlfriend became increasingly touchy, clearly a response to your attention being granted to someone else that evening if platonic or not.
"alexia!" you laughed as you reached for your drink, only for her hand to shoot out and grab it for you, moving it toward your mouth. "just looking after you mi corazĂłn." she pouted, amusement clear in both of your eyes as yours rolled but you gave in, allowing her to bring the glass to your lips as the teasing remarks around you escalated.
for the rest of the night there wasn't a single moment that at least a few inches of your skin weren't touching alexia's, a moody pout or a kiss behind your ear from her all it took for you to deny someones offer to join them on the dance floor.
"ale, baby i have to pee." you chuckled as you tried to get up but she tugged you back down, arms circling your waist. "okay, i come with you." the girl decided as you stood and pushed her back down.
"i will be five minutes top mi amor. stay here with everyone!" you laughed, though of course she didn't listen, linking her hand with yours and nodding for you to walk.
"clingy." you teased as the door swung shut on the two of you. "do you want to hold my hand while i use the toilet too?" you mocked, your girlfriend shaking her head and dropping your hand, shooing for you to hurry up.
but before you could even step into the cubicle suddenly she'd grabbed you again, pulling you into a feverish kiss sending your head spinning before she was pushing you back toward the toilet with a happy grin on her face.
"hurry princessa, my hand is getting heavy and i need you to hold it."
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star night - jb blurb
masterlist | jude's masterlist
psa đŁïž: wow. what a week of ucl football! congratulations to all the teams that qualified đ€ here's a tiny blurb with jude after his win yesterday as requested!! so proud of this man guys i can't :((
the strands on the bottom of your scarf had become your best friend throughout the game. making small knots or twisting strands together. nervous was one way to describe how you felt, but the huge bubble and pit in your tummy said more. covering your eyes when attempted goals were made, and gasping out reliefs when they were saved.
it was a total of 120 minutes, played, and in the end, penalties would determine who would advance. your eyes were glued onto the familiar tall figure, the 5 on the back, the one player who proved their worth after many talks and banters. you could tell he was tired, though he gave it his all.
the stadium went quiet for you, and all you heard was the rapid pulse in your veins as seconds passed. agony, cheers, tears, and laughter. it felt surreal, time went slow, and all you could focus on was him celebrating on the pitch, brown eyes gleaming with delight and relief as his team passed onto the next round.
he was over the moon, clapping, dancing, singing, hugging his teammates, just overridden with emotion. your eyes locked almost immediately, jude not being able to hide a big smile on his lips when seeing you. you waited by the rails, holding a towel and a jacket for him.
jude engulfed you into a tight and rushed hug, out of breath from running on pure adrenaline. you could feel the rapid heartbeat of his against your chest, his jersey clanging tight after running all evening. you laughed, cleaning his neck, sides, and face that glistened with sweat. "we did it baby... we did it," was all jude said as he leaned his forehead onto yours.
you held his face, kissing the bridge of his nose, "you did my love. i'm so so proud of you, look around and take it all in." jude couldn't help but dig into your neck, shoulders shaking as he let himself full relax against you. you could hear a small sniffle, jude pulling back, your thumbs catching the tears, and wiping them away from his pretty face. "i can't- i don't know how to feel. it happened so fast!" exclaimed your boyfriend in disbelief.
"what matters is that you did it, all the way to the end. you made history here tonight, keep it in here," you touched his temple, "and feel it here," placing your palm over his heart. "i love you y/n so much," he relished your love, wanting to stay here with you and never go back. he would die a happy man after this moment. "thank you for being with every time, between the good in the bad. you're the best thing that has ever happened to me, pretty girl."
neither of you could care less about the cameras, stares, or shouts from fans. this was his moment with you, and jude had just that. you held the back of his head, thumb brushing his nape, as all you could do was stare deep into each other's eyes with smiles as if you were kids at a candy store. "kiss me, kiss me y/n," pleaded your boyfriend, closing his watery eyes as you pulled him into a welcoming kiss.
lips molding as you let every sentiment of stress and anxiety from the game fly away. tasting his minty scent, as he deepened the kiss, his hand wrapped around your waist, and one holding your face, just like in the movies, except this was reality. you pulled back and kissed all over his face, jude shutting his eyes tight and crinkling his nose in bliss as you congratulated him.
"congratulations my golden boy."
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penalty box
hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will blurb)
when will gets sent to the box during the game samyâs quick to keep him company.
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a little blurb i wrote up because iâve had this idea for awhile and i thought it was cute :) send in requests if you guys have anything you want me to write about for them (i promise this time iâll actually do them!!)
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will reluctantly skated towards the box with a shake of his head and small mumbles to himself about the ref calling a bad play. the official inside took down his minutes as the blonde plopped onto the bench, head leaning back against the glass where he would be for the next ten minutes.
he could hear and feel the fans around him tapping on the glass trying to get his attention, but will wasn't in the mood to talk, still a bit pissed that he got a penalty. the hockey player took his helmet off, shaking his hair out from the sweat when a particular tap on the glass caught his attention.
when will turned his head samy quickly waved which brought an immediate smile to the boy's lips. she pressed her phone screen against the glass, motioning to it so will knew to read what she wrote.
you okay?
he made a sideways thumb saying yes and no as in he was annoyed at the refs. samy understood, going to type something else.
this was their thing.
it started way back when they were kids. the first time will got sent to the penalty box at ten years old on his little league team, samy tapped on the glass to wave at him. since then, it became a thing that every time the blonde was in there, samy was at the side talking to him to keep him occupied while he waited out his minutes.
when they got older the guys started teasing will about it but he just brushed them off. he liked seeing the girl's face and it helped make the time go by faster as she talked to him through her phone screen and will's hand signs and expressions. by the time things started picking up and there were fans all around the box, the two came up with a specific knock that would catch will's attention and let him know it was samy against everyone else in the standsâthree short taps followed by one long one. even still, will didn't pay attention to any of the fans around the box trying to talk to him except for samy.
you were playing good. those refs keep making bad calls.
the hockey player quickly nodded in agreement and shook his head.
luke's watching the game back in jersey. he texted me and told me to tell you to try to keep your head up more. you can watch the other guys better with your head up and eyes on everyone.
will appreciated the older boy's advice because he could definitely use it. tonight was pretty rough and ducks sure knew their shitâzegras especially. he wasn't that much older than will, but the older blonde sure had more experience and knew how to maneuver through these bigger, tougher guys.
the boy watched samy type something else. his gaze was stuck on her, admiring the cute teal and white ribbons tied into her hair and another one of his shirts she must've stolen. neither of them noticed the cameras occasionally panning towards their interaction for the viewers back home nor did they know that many fans were recording it.
i also think these are bad refs tonight, so don't let it discourage you. you're really close to getting a goal!!
will grinned, blowing a small kiss to say thank you. the brunette caught it, blowing one back. she stayed there for the rest of will's time which the blonde appreciated. it always eased the nerves and thoughts running through his head knowing she was just on the other side of the glass.
when it was time for him to get back on he waved to her before gliding across the ice. samy giggled to herself as she climbed back over to where her seat was.
later that night, the couple stumbled across the video of them interacting at the box. it was blowing up with comments and viewsâa deep blush spreading across both of their cheeks that people noticed it.
"wow, didn't know we had some watchers," will joked a bit, smiling when he saw the other fans around them with soft expressions at their interaction.
"yeah, i didn't either. i guess that's what happens when you make it to the big leagues," samy hit her boyfriend's chest where he just rolled his eyes and snuggled in closer to her side.
"i love having you by my side," he hummed, dozing off into sleep as the night winded down.
"i love being by your side. thanks for keeping me around," she kissed the bridge of his nose and the last thing will did was smile thinking about samy as he fell into a much needed deep sleep.
NUMBER 2 ROOKIE WILL SMITH SENT TO THE BOX DURING THE 2ND PERIOD WAS SPOTTED CHATTING WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND THROUGH THE GLASS. see view for details!
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user1 STOPP that's so cute
user2 this is the best thing i've seen all day aww
user3 been rooting for them since they started dating a year ago
user4 the way he looks at her is so adorable đđ
user5 they've been doing this since they were kids!! i'm so glad they continue the little tradition
user6 fuckkkk someone look at me the way will looks at samy
user7 seeing her in teal is sooo cute it looks so good on both of them
user8 she's so his #1 supporter i wonder what they were talking about
user9 someone else posted another angle of this!!! its so cutie seeing her support him like this
user10 i want a relationship like theirs damn itđ«đ«
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hi!! first off, i just want to say that i really love your work. iâm so so glad i found your blog. i just reblogged this quinn blurb of yours (which iâm obsessed with btw)
i was wondering if youâd ever be up to expanding on any of the aspects of it. for example; quinn seeing a guy flirt with you in the stands while heâs playing.. when the game was over what do you think that looks like? would say something to his girl and/or show her more with actions than words? or when he sees how excited she is to see him when heâs ready to head home is he just going to let it go? <- yâknow like her smileâs able to erase damn near any negative feelings heâs having. playing on when you said about his girl being able to turn him to mush đ„č
â¶âËâč apologies for the length of this.. when i get excited about something i tend to ramble. also, feel free to ignore this or keep it for later if youâd want. no worries either way âčđč
oh i would absolutely love to expand on that
i donât think he would dwell on it too much, honestly. because he does trust you and he knows that when you come to his games youâre watching nothing but him, but i think he would be a lil smug about it and the fact you never give them attention like you do him.
his eyes would find you as soon as he walks out of the locker room, ready to take you home and order a post game dinner while watching whatever series the two of you get sucked into on netflix.
youâd be talking to conor, just chatting casually, always having been close with him since you started dating quinn.
too distracted to realize heâs walking towards you, he walks up and engulfs you in a hug from behind.
âQ!!â youâd squeal, laughing as conor takes that as his cue to leave, saying a short goodbye and offering a small wave.
turning around in his arms, you come face to face with your slightly damp and scruffy looking boyfriend, loving his post-shower appearance after every game.
âenjoy the game?â he asks, admiring the joy on your face that only he seems to bring out.
âduh! you scored twice, how could i not?â
quinnâs ego inflates three sizes, remembering what spurred the second goal.
âoh, speaking of, who was your new friend tonight? sure you donât want me to just buy out the seats next to you every game?â heâd only half joke, not letting you know he has genuinely thought about it before.
you rolled your eyes at him, swatting his chest. âjust some chad, brad, or whatever else people name their overly confident, dickish sons.â
your words cause alarm bells in quinnâs brain, his tone suddenly turning serious. âwhat do you mean by âdickishâ? did he get handsy? say something to you? do i need to make a call to make sure he never steps foot in this arena again?â
âno! no, nothing like that. he was harmless, just thought he could impress the pretty girl next to him with all kinds of hockey talk,â youâre quick to explain, watching quinnâs jaw visibly relax. âmost of which he had wrong, by the way,â you continue. âbut then he asked if i was here alone, and i told him no, that my boyfriend was on the ice, but he didnât believe me. especially not when i told him it was you, the captain of the team.â
it was quinnâs turn to roll his eyes. people never tend to believe you when you tell them heâs your boyfriend, considering you two have kept your relationship decently private. if anything, they shouldnât believe youâre his girlfriend, still shocked at how he managed to snag someone so out of his league.
âthen, after you scored he made some stupid comment about âarenât you going to congratulate your boyfriend?â as if i had a direct line to you on the ice or something,â you kept explaining to him, causing him to recall the sour look on your face when he was watching you from the bench.
he kept seeing the man turn to you and make comments, figuring he was trying to get you to engage with him. you ignored him, though, giving him side glances every few minutes with a look of annoyance.
âbut, after you came over and did your âsweetheartâ celly, he finally shut up and left me alone,â you giggled, referencing the goal celebration quinn coined for you. heâll skate over to the glass where you sit, pretending to lick all five of his fingers as if heâs cleaning âsugarâ off of them, then points to you and draws a heart in the air before skating away with a wink.
quinn smiles in triumph, happy that his plan worked.
after watching the scene you just explained play out, he knew he needed an excuse to show some big display of affection so your seat mate would get the hint. so, he turned the dial up to ten and was taking every shot he could.
he hopes the glare he gave the man as he skated away from you was partially to thank, too. even though the second he saw your excitement-filled cheering for him, the man beside of you was (mostly) forgotten.
âwell, i hope he realizes you only go for guys who can score both on and off the ice,â he winks down at you, knowing his choice of words was corny, but they succeeded in coaxing out the sweet sound of your laughter that he wanted needed to hear.
he loves knowing that you only get this giggly and carefree with him; knowing that heâs the one that gets to take you home each night. the security he feels in your relationship is unlike anything heâs ever known, blown away at how fully and wholly you love him, always hearing you tell everyone who will listen to you when you think heâs not paying attention.
even if he does manage to get grumpy and annoyed when people flirt with you during games or when youâre out with the team, he knows you never even give them the time of day. every time he catches himself staring daggers at someone, all he finds when he looks at you is your pretty eyes already trained on him, making him forget about any ill feelings he has harbored in his chest, just like tonight.
âalright, captain jealousy, letâs get home so we can eat, iâm starving. i was thinking sushi and gilmore girls, what do you think?â you suggest, grabbing his hand and starting the familiar trek to the car garage.
quinn groans, hating how much you love the annoying mother daughter duo, mentally preparing himself for the hours of torture ahead of him, knowing he doesnât stand a chance of changing your mind.
#alliyaps#feel like this isnât exactly what you asked for#but this is where my brain brought us đ#also ily ur so sweet#obsessed w/you actually#hockey#nhl#quinn hughes#quinn hughes x you#quinn hughes fic#quinn hughes fanfiction#quinn hughes one shot#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes blurb#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes x y/n#qh43#nhl blurb
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König x Reader Blurb
feel like I'm in a bit of a creative rut right now, so just trying to write what comes to me if you'll forgive me if not good haha :)
CW: mentions of nightmares, but no in depth explanation of what's in them, military!reader, not edited
Everything that couldâve gone wrong during this mission went wrong. Hours late to the safe house, your hike to the safe house had doubled in time and night had already fallen around the two of you. As you drag your feet into the safehouse behind your CO, you nearly let yourself fall to tears. Separated from the rest of your team in the commotion of the last attack, it was just you and König in the safehouse tonight and the rest of your team should be back early tomorrow morning.Â
You held back the tears, but you couldnât help the shaky breaths you let out. Although it wasnât your home, there was a bit of relief that you were away from all of the immediate chaos tonight, behind real walls and that your team should have exfil tomorrow.
König let out a gruff get yourself settled before heading into dining room area to prep some food for himself, you assumed. Readjusting your rucksack on your shoulders, you head down the dark hallway, peeping your head into the different doors along the walk to check the different rooms. You counted out three bedrooms, each with two twin beds tucked into them and one full bath at the end of the hallway. Quickly you tossed your bag into the doorway of the room closest to the bathroom, before heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower.Â
The warm water helped to soothe your muscles, but the inside of your brain still felt like it was moving a million miles a minute. You emerged from the hallway into the living room area to find König set on the couch, bowl of food in one hand, remote in the other, flipping through the few staticky antenna channels on the television before settling on some black and white movie. Once he saw you, he nodded his head towards the kitchen and lifted the bowl of food, implying that he made extra for you to grab some.Â
Dinner passed, and you thanked him for leaving you the extra, but had to wish him a goodnight. Todayâs mission still weighed heavily on you, and you had hoped that some sleep in a real bed, even if just some twin bed in a random safehouse, could help you relax and release the stress from your bones. Sure enough, your exhaustion caught up to you but your sleep was anything but relaxing. When you woke up in a fright you could still feel your heart racing and the sweat dripping down your back, your dreams were a repeat of everything that happened earlier that day, but somehow worse, that you were only the one who made it back to the safehouse, unclear of the safety of your team.
The darkness of your empty room felt too heavy, hating that you couldnât see the other bed in your room, even if you knew it was empty. You debated in your head what would be a worse option; staying in your room alone and not getting any sleep, or possibly waking up your CO just to tell him you had a nightmare. The second option was embarrassing and anxiety inducing enough on its own, but at least it gave you the chance of some sleep tonight. Seeing König could help you convince your brain that youâre not fully alone, but also you felt like a small child again looking for a parent for comfort.Â
Finally, after a few minutes of silent debate, the chance of sleep outweighed the small moment of embarrassment, and you threw your legs over the side of your bed onto the ground to start your shuffle.
You knocked softly on the closed door across the hallway from you, but heard no movement from inside. You knew he was in there and should be safe, but you couldnât help the panic starting to swirl in your stomach. Your spiraling state only clouded your brain more, your nightmares started to feel real.
âKönig?â you asked out softly, trying to choke back the scared sob crawling up the back of your throat. From there you hear a bed creak and heavy footsteps heading towards you. With a creak of the door, it swings softly open and König stares back down at you, or at least you assume so, between the mask and the darkness of the room and hallway blurring your vision a bit.
âAre you okay?â He asks lowly, the gruff sleepiness lining his tone.
âIâm sorry, I just, my dreams felt too real, I just had to double checkâŠâ You start, but the more you try to explain yourself, the more embarrassed you feel. You shouldnât be letting these nightmares and anxieties effect you so much, especially in front of your CO.
âWould you like to sleep in here tonight?â
âI-â you begin, but before you could even dissuade the idea and say youâll be fine, König cuts you off.
âGo grab your sheets from your bed, letâs get you set up.â
Thank you, you whispered softly before turning back to your room in pulling your sheets quickly off of your bed. König followed you in to the room, grabbing your rucksack off the ground and plopped it by his own by the door of your now shared room. König had stepped back out of the room when you started to tuck your sheets onto the new bed. Part of you started to feel bad now for encroaching on his space in this small room. Yes, there were two beds in this room so you technically had your own space tonight, but there were now two other rooms with four empty beds that you shouldâve been able to sleep in for one night without having to share a room with your CO.
After your new bed had been made and you had sat, König reemerged into the room with a mug of tea in his hands, and placed it carefully down on the windowsill next to your bed. âItâs peppermint, itâll help settle your nerves. Drink it while itâs still warm.â
And with that, König turns and gets back into his own bed. Settling back on your own bed, you grab the mug from the windowsill and hold it close to your chest, taking some of its warmth. âThank youâ you say softly again, you guess heâs close to sleep again or at least trying since heâs on his back again looking up at the ceiling, but you canât tell if his eyes are closed or not.
Rolling onto his shoulder, he let out an easy yawn and a soft gruff âof course now get some sleep, yeah?âÂ
Holding his eye contact you gave him a small smile and nod, âthank youâ. You think you might see his eyes crinkle softly and with a small nod, he falls onto his back, settling back onto his own mattress. Soon soft snores started to fill the room, and you finished your last sip of tea before shuffling down further on the mattress and snuggling in for your own night of sleep.
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âȘ summary: two things on connor's checklist: one. to get his girl to see a game of his, and two. to get an overtime goal. lucky for him, he gets both in one night
âȘ warnings: none
âȘ word count: 0.7k
âȘ file type: blurb - reupload
âȘ sunny's notes: a little connor blurb for the first thing today! i think a nico fic will be out later today but yeah. this takes place after the winnipeg game when connor scored the overtime goal
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Y/n sat anxiously in her seat, biting her nails and her leg bouncing as she watched the game. This wasnât the first overtime that Connor had been a part of, it also wasnât the second. The Hawks had been to overtime 4 times, including tonight, in the whole season, losing only one. Yet, this was the first time she was present for one, well actually any game.
Being at school it was hard to form and support her boyfriend but with the break being here she finally came to watch him. He didnât know, which made this all the more exciting for her.
Janelle sat next to her, just as anxious as the girl, as Milana cheered for her dad. They watched and moved their eyes simultaneously for three minutes until they stopped in the Hawksâ zone.Â
Tito skated to center ice before swinging back around and passing the puck to Lukas. Lukas waited patiently until his teammate was near and swiftly passed it to Connor.
Y/n prayed silently as he took the puck, easily skating through guys down the ice, getting close enough on the Jetsâ side, shooting it, and making it into the goal.Â
Janelle and y/n stood up cheering, the younger of the two naturally being more excited. She clapped as everyone surrounded the rookie and she held a smile on her face.
Watching his interview she couldnât help but tear up a little because just earlier Connor had called her and talked about how he felt he wasnât contributing much to the team. They had known each other for so long and she always stood by him so being here, knowing that he just proved his own words wrong, felt great to her.
Janelle took her daughter and y/n outside as the girl felt she was suffocating from the number of people that were still in the UC. They waited for their partners to come out, making small talk about how school was going.
They could hear the slight chatter from behind them, turning around to see the team slowly start to file out of the arena. Tito walked out with Murphy and Seth, noticing the two standing there, âTheyâll be out soon.â
They both nodded and expressed their gratitude watching them walk off. It wasnât long before Nick was walking out with Connor, talking about something that was probably hockey-related. Nick looked up and saw his wife and y/n standing there, stopping and nudging the boy, âHey.â
Connor looked up from his phone looking at his teammate, âWhat?âÂ
He gestured to his right and Connor looked that way, âOh my-â
He wasted no time in dropping his bag and running to his girlfriend, easily picking her up and swinging her around. She let out a loud laugh, wrapping her arms around him, hitting him so she could be put down, âPut me down, psycho.â
Connor placed her down and leaned his forehead against her own, âI canât believe youâre here.â
Nick took his family off to the side to let the two teenagers have their moment. Y/n placed her hands on Connorâs cheek, holding his face, âIâm so proud of you.â
Connor blushed and stayed silently, not knowing what to say. She gave him a look, âConnor, come on. Be proud of yourself.â
He nodded, âI am. But Iâm also still in shock that youâre here.â She kissed him and he kissed back, âBest believe it Con because Iâm here and Iâm coming on your roadie with you.â
âNo fucking way.â
âYes way, school is closed for another week so, my family and I decided to fly down to Dallas and then I think my friends and I will go out East with you.â Connor couldnât stop bouncing on his feet, even pulling away to jump.
Nick and Janelle walked over, Milana following excitedly behind them, âYou guys want to go out to celebrate.â Y/n nodded her head enthusiastically and the five of them headed off to go out for dinner.
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we need a dad Jessie fic please đ«¶đŒ
I am a D.I.L.F
Dangerously In Love with Fleming
father to be j.f
plot: You and Jessie are preparing for your baby but Jessie is somehow picking up dad traits?
warnings: fluff, prime Chelsea team, little blurb
âItâs a girlâ
The words were magic to your ears as you laid down on the chair, Jessieâs hand entertained with yours as she took a great look at the monitor.
You would love your baby if it was a boy or a girl but you secretly hoped it would be a girl, especially if you planned to have another kid, an older sister would be great for them.
The doctor excused herself from the room before Jessie lowered her body to hug you from behind âweâre having a baby girlâ she hummed and you nodded âweâre having a baby girlâ.
It was at your private home when you started decorating your daughterâs bedrooms that you noticed the signs of Jessieâs new persona.
âIf anyone touches her before sheâs eighteenâ she grumbled, folding clothes âyou touched me before I was eighteenâ you smirked and the Canadian glared at you
âThatâs differentâ
You laughed at her expression âwhat?â She asks âIâm just very impressed at your protectiveness over our unborn childâ
The next time was when she came home from training late with target bags.
âCould you not have called to say you went shoppingâ you stated from the kitchen where you were cooking âsorry babyâ Jessie quickly said before kissing your cheek, walking to the table before laying the bags down.
âBut there was this sale on kids stuff and-â
âYou went shopping for our child without me?â
Jessieâs eyes widened under her cap as she realised her small mistake âthe sale was ending tonight, Pernille came as well of that helpsâ
You cocked your head over âthat helpsâ.
âOkay so I got her some clothes and then I thought cause sheâll be my little princess I got her theseâ
You tried to ignore the horrendous Elsa dress, not bothering to tell her that Elsa was actually a queen and instead focused on her words âyour little princess?â
Jessie ignored you âand then I got books aswelll, some for education and some for entertainment and then I also got little footy bootsâ
You stared at your wife âThis baby will be waiting a couple of years before going on the field Jessâ you told her sternly and she slowly nodded.
âI just got excitedâ she admitted and you smiled, walking towards her âI know, and I love itâ you said, wrapping your arms around her âI love youâ.
Then came the building of the crib, your belly had grown a lot more and Jessie refused to let you help in the build, claiming that she didnât want any chance of harm.
âJessie my father taught me how to use a drillâ you told her from the door but she had her fists on her hips and crossed her head âno youâre not doing itâ she said before grabbing the drill again.
âYouâre so stubbornâ you grumbled from you space âGive me twenty minutes, then Iâll start the pramâ
You watched her for the next fourty minutes as she completed the crib, many YouTube videos and calls to her family helped her along the way.
But you smiled in awe at your proud girlfriend who stared at her creation, hands on her hips with her training gear still on, she was so excited to start making it as soon as she got home.
In all honesty early she reminded you of your own father and the pictures you had of him when waiting for your little siblings.
âOnto the pramâ she said walking out of the room, only to see that you had already assembled it.
You had finally realised what part of the parenting trope Jessie had picked about a month before you were due when she kept checking her phone.
Jessie was not a social person, let alone a social media type person but she never told you what she was looking at.
Until she started using them on you.
them as in dad jokesâŠ
âHey babe, did you hear about that Actor who broke his leg, turns out heâs still in the castâ
You rolled your head back with a groan as you had heard the eighth joke that night âHow many times have you told that one?â You ask, sitting down next to her.
âErin and Adam loved it when I told it at trainingâ
âOf course they did.â
Though throughout the traits that Jessie had picked up you still loved her more than anything in the world, you would even go out to say you learned to love her even more but you didnât want to enlarge her ego any more.
Instead you cuddled up into her side âYouâre going to be such a good mumâ you told her and you felt her relax âyeah?â She asked and you nodded.
âI canât wait.â
#woso#woso x reader#woso soccer#woso community#matildas#jessie fleming#chelsea women x reader#portland thorns
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dc masterlist
ONE-SHOTS.
â© window pains. â jason todd x gn!reader
he's got a habit of coming in through the window. you want him to start staying... and using the door. (angst, fluff, pining, injured jason, tending to wounds, feelings).
â© sunset anew. â dick grayson x fem!reader
you're a little nervous to become the mrs. grayson. luckily, your husband-to-be knows just what to say to soothe your worries. (wedding, fluff, anxious reader, insecure dick, so much soft intimacy)
â© the teeth you know. â vampire king!dick grayson x fem!reader
the war between the humans and the vampires has lasted for a year now. when you fled gotham, you thought that would be the last time you'd see the vampire king and the love of your life, dick grayson. you were wrong. (SMUT 18+ only, manipulative dick, dreams, oral f receiving)
â© savior. â jason todd x gn!reader
red hood is the stuff of nightmares. red hood is no hero. red hood is your best friend. (angst, reader is afraid of red hood and they discover that he's jason, injured and kidnapped reader, emotional hurt no comfort.)
â© in your hands. â jason todd x gn!reader
jason thinks he's too big to be loved. you show him that that's impossible. (bathing together, sad jason, brief dissociation, i hc jason to have body dysmorphia and i wanted to explore that, non sexual nudity, washing your partner, bruce angst, hopeful ending.)
â© restroom attendant. â jason todd x fem!reader
tonight is the worst night everâyou just got dumped on your birthday, and all you want to do is cry in the restaurant bathroom in peace. that is, until, the red hood bursts in. this city just won't cut you a break. (humor, flirting, meet ugly, awkward cute jason, canon typical violence)
â angel of small death. â jason todd x gn!shadow monster!reader
you can't remember what it was like to be human. until jason returns. now, he's the only thing tethering you to this world. and you won't let anything happen to him. (monster!reader, canon-typical violence, codependency, stalking, suicidal thoughts, somewhat happy ending.)
â crushin'. â jason todd x gn!reader
barbara invites you to dinner with the bats. she's done so before, and you've always declined, but this time, you agree because the bat you've had a crush on for ages will be there. little do you know, the only reason he's staying for dinner is because of you. (mutual pining, crushes, jason is a sweetie, matchmaking, dick is a meddling brother with good intentions)
â most normal thing in the world. â jason todd x gn!reader
you get hit with a love spell. naturally, the first person you seek out is jason todd. (love spell, mutual pining, love confessions, jason todd's endless self deprecation)
â in the buff. â jason todd x gn!reader
the one where you learn firsthand that jason todd sleeps in the nude. (fluff, humor, love confessions, friends to lovers, nudity)
â knight!jason universe - in which you're given to knight!jason as a present (light dubcon elements)
intro post | you make dinner for jason
temptation (smut 18+, dubcon voyeurism, religious guilt read the tags!!)
BLURBS.
ALL READERS ARE GN UNLESS NOTED OTHERWISE
-> DICK GRAYSON.
"this is real. i'm real. look at me."
"can you walk? i need you to walk."
dick catches you when you trip and fall
"you matter so much to me."
you meet the yj team for the first time and have a panic attack
dick cuddles you after he returns late from patrol
you try to break up with dick when your insecurities overwhelm you
dick and assistant!reader who has a secret nightlife
-> JASON TODD.
"i thought you were scared of heights."
reader calls jason in panic when they are chased by a goon
"you're just going to leave me here?!"
awkward jason with a big crush on baker!reader
you break up with jason after he almost dies | part 2 (completed)
playfighting with jason turns into something else (NSFW, fem!reader)
jason rescues you after you have a fight (fem!reader)
jason asks his family to help after you, his fiance, are kidnapped
you forget to text jason you're home safe and he panics
you comfort werewolf!jason during a shift
you are jason's ex and have to work with him on a mission
headless horseman!jason gives you a ride home
"why not them, why me?"
you find a werewolf in your shed who has a dead boy's face
you and jason fight and he thinks you broke up
devoted jason who just wants to be yours
jason tells you that he's asexual
you give bodyguard!jason a gift | you defend him at a gala
you're a vigilante who's after the red hood | pt 2 | pt 3
fussing over jason after he's shot in his bulletproof vest
boxer!jason protects you from a creep
you're a reporter who's under red hood's protection | part 2 | part 3
a stranger thinks you're in danger with your boyfriend, jason
introducing naps to jason (hc)
you bring home a baby and insist on keeping her
jason loves his childhood crush's new curves, make no mistake
jason takes care of you when you're high on pain meds
you meet jason as a civilian when you're both held hostage
virgin!jason comes fast (hc)
-> TIM DRAKE.
jason will keep you safe by any means necessary (dark content)
mauling jason (in a sexy way)
you have insomnia and run into tim in the yj tower
-> CLARK KENT.
holding hands while walking with clark
giving clark a massage when he's stressed
clark is scared when he finds out he's going to be a dad
you politely reject superman (you're dating clark kent!)
-> BRUCE WAYNE.
the JL discovers that batman is married... to you
#dc fanfiction#jason todd x reader#dick grayson x reader#nightwing x reader#nightwing x y/n#nightwing x you#red hood x reader#red hood x you#jason todd x you#batman fanfiction#jason todd imagine#masterlist
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Medals and Misunderstandings - Part 2
azriel x swimmer!reader - Olympics AU
Blurb : You run into Azriel in the Olympic village and he can't seem to get you off his mind, but when you see him again you are convinced the handsome guy with amber eyes doesn't like you, so you go out of your way to avoid him. (Part 2)
Word count : 1.6k (sorry it's short but i'm having issues and hopefully i write the rest soon!)
Author's Note: so ummmmm... i kind of died sorry. Uni is kicking my ass physically, and men are kicking my ass emotionnally so i have not been able to write for ages, so yeah sorry about that. but hopefully i'm backkkk.
warnings : english is not my first language so please excuse any/all grammar errors, not entirely proofread, swearing, and i think that's it honestly
lemme know if I missed any and I'll add them ! hope it's okay and that you enjoyyyy !
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Azriel didnât understand. One minute you were smiling and waving at him, and the next you were avoiding him. It had started a few days ago, on the day he had bumped into you for the first time.
When he had looked around the cafeteria to see where Amren had gone, the last thing he had expected was to see her sitting at what he assumed was your table. He was convinced the odds had been in his favor for once, because what were the odds of him seeing you again after that morning, considering the number of athletes and volunteers? Azriel would never admit this to anyone, especially Amren, but he was glad she was seeing her Varian, considering it allowed him to figure out who you were.Â
You were wearing your Olympic team colors this time, and he recognized the different shades of teal, blue, and white as belonging to Summer. He still didnât know what sport you competed in, or even your name, but he would. Somehow he would find out.
You had turned to see what everyone at your table was talking about, and your eyes had met his, and he swore he was drowning in them. You looked so innocent compared to him and his mangled hands, and when you smiled at him, something tightened in his stomach. Although he was drawn to you, Azriel was certain nothing could ever happen between the two of you.Â
He had watched as you waved hello, and he had felt himself grow flustered. You were most likely just trying to be polite, but he had wanted it to mean something, and he still wanted it to mean something. You had clearly waved hello to him, and not to the whole table, or maybe he was imagining things. Before he could even think of smiling back, you had turned back to your table, and away from him. Gods he was stupid. Of course you were just being polite by saying hello. You probably hadnât even thought twice about running into him that morning, yet he couldnât get you out of his mind.
He felt someone slap him on the back, and he snapped out of his daydream.Â
âWell Iâll be damned, has a girl truly rendered our Shadow speechless? Our little Az is all grown up.â He turned to Cassian as he heard him speak, and watched as he wiped away a fake tear and wrapped his arms around him.Â
âIâm older than you asshole,â he tried to push the manâs arms off him but it was no use. He felt his cheeks grow red as the whole table joined in on the teasing.
âAwh look heâs blushing, isnât that cute!â
âNesta I swear to the Mother you better sleep with one eye open tonight.â Gods why wouldnât they leave him alone?Â
He felt Rhys reach to pinch his cheeks, and he finally broke out of Cassianâs hold to swat his hand away, âCan you all fuck off?â
Azriel looked back toward you as his table broke into laughter, and he saw you quickly glance back at him before quickly turning back to your table.Â
Nesta, Mor, and Feyre, whose backs had originally been facing towards you, had all turned around to see exactly who they had been talking about and had very clearly seen you glance at them, at him.Â
Mor gave him a small smirk, âWell isnât she pretty? If you wonât talk to her Az, I will.â She made a move to stand up, and he shot out of his seat, âMorâŠâ
His tone said enough, and all his friends began laughing again, before Cass pushed him, âWell go on loverboy, weâre watching you.â
He started walking towards your table, at least to get away from his friends, but he had no idea what he was doing. What did he say? Did he apologize for running into you this morning? Or just hello? Why were you making him so nervous?
Before he could even think about what to say, he watched you get up and say something to your table and walk away, not sparing a single glance back at them, or him.Â
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That had been days ago, and he still had no idea who you were. He had barely seen you in the cafeteria since. Every time they walked in, you were quick to finish your meal and walk out, and he hadnât run into you again. It was driving him mad, and his friends had all noticed.Â
He had wanted to ask Amren about you because clearly she knew you, or at least knew your name, but he didnât want to do it in front of everyone. Even if they could see something was bothering him, he didnât want to admit that it was a girl.
Nothing had ever destabilized him like this before. Azriel was known for being calm, controlled, and never letting his emotions take control or make him act rashly. Even on the field, people always said they could see that he was always analyzing, and plotting whatever moves the team should be making
But now, he was distracted, even at practice. Why were you always on his mind and why did he not want you to leave his mind, even if you were throwing him off his center?
He swore luck was on his side for once when he entered the cafeteria for breakfast and saw Amren sitting alone at a table. She looked up and raised an eyebrow as she saw him approach slowly and sit in front of her.
âSooo, Amren. How are you this morning?â He hoped she was in a good mood, or at least a good enough mood so that he could finally get some answers.
âWhat do you want, batboy?â
âWhat? Nothing! I just wanted to know how you were doing.â The stare he received in response told him she absolutely did not believe him, and with a sigh, he asked âWho is she?â
âWho is who?â
âAmren.â
âAzriel.â
He sighed again, âThe girl from Summer, you know the one who sits at your table every time you eat with Varian.â
He saw her smirk and Azriel knew he was never going to hear the end of this. âOh, you mean Y/n? You should have been more specific from the start.â She knew exactly who he had been talking about, of course, but it was a rare occasion to be able to tease Azriel, let alone about a girl, so, of course, she had to take it.
âYes yes okay, so, Y/n? Tell me about her.â
âWhy?â
âAmren please.â
âWow, begging? This is a new look for you.â
Before Azriel could even think of a response, he heard Cassianâs laughter, and knew his friends were about to join them, prompting him to throw Amren a look that clearly said âDonât mention this.â All he got in response was a smirk.
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Youâd never been this stressed before. You were lucky enough to qualify to compete in multiple events, but that meant you had multiple heats to go through. You really wanted to at least make it to the finals, to at least have a chance to compete for the win, but that meant having the best scores in the heat round, in the semi-finals, and then ideally in the finals, which technically was only three things, but that didnât make it any easier.Â
You had two events today, womenâs 400m freestyle heat, and then the final tonight if you ranked high enough this morning, and you truly hoped you did well as it would set the pace for the rest of your competitions.
You had walked into the cafeteria to grab a quick breakfast before going back to the pool, going over your coachâs latest comments in your mind, when you heard someone call out your name, and recognized the voice as Amren. Turning around to find her, you saw her sitting at an empty table. Well almost empty, save the man you had been avoiding for days. She waved you over, and you didnât want to seem impolite, so you grabbed your apple and cup of tea before heading over to where they were sat.
âHey, Amren, how are you?â You plastered on a small smile, hoping you would be able to go as soon as possible because as much as you appreciated Amren, you hadnât spent days avoiding the man sitting in front of her and convincing yourself you didnât care about him and his friends laughing at you just to fall back in again and start caring.Â
âIâm great, have you met Azriel before? Heâs on the rugby sevens team for Velaris,â she spoke while raising a hand towards the man, prompting you to look at him. You did, and found him already staring at you.Â
You gave him a small smile and a small nod in greeting, âNice to meet you Azriel,â you looked back at Amren, âLook, it was nice to see you, but I kind of have to-â
âYou should join us! We almost never talk at dinner,â she shooed Azriel, âAz move over so she can sit. Come on Y/n, sit.â The look she gave you didnât really give you the option to disagree, so you gave a small sigh and sat down next to the man, Azriel she had said, and prayed to the Mother you were not about to go through the most awkward breakfast of your life.
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