#me and mum watched the first one today i needed to catch her up on chicken lore

[feltcreature]

this guy

[its-time-to-write]

hi sweetheart! i was wondering if you could do a jamie imagine where the reader is a physical therapist and he’s always finding the most ridiculous excuses to go see her, like getting a paper cut and things like that. i would also love if it could be before they got together :)

it’s okay if you don’t want to do it or already did it and i didn’t see it. thank you anyway, you’re one of my favorite writers here on tumblr 🩵

you called me sweetheart, so now I would die for you. pet names are the way to my heart, in case u didn’t know. hope u enjoy🍊

(important disclaimer, I don’t know how physical therapy works so if I’m wrong about things, remember this isn’t a medical journal, I am just a girl)

before you go

Apparently, it’s impossible to purposely give yourself a paper cut, but Jamie Tartt has been doing his damnedest all day to get some kind of ailment, so if that means being careless with some photographs in his locker then so be it. 

He really wishes his leg would cramp or something, but Will’s been keeping him far too hydrated for that. 

So Jamie has to settle for slipping a picture of his mum at just the right angle to draw blood. 

“Shit,” he whispers softly. He puts his finger to his mouth to catch the first beads of blood. 

“Paper cut?” Sam asks sympathetically. Jamie nods, finger in between his teeth. 

“Ay, sí, you should go see the physio for that one, amigo. Ask for the Rojas special,” Dani says with his ever-present grin. 

“It’s just a paper cut, mate,” Jamie says in order to keep up appearances. 

Sam knocks his arm. “You have to go. Dani only just let me request the Rojas special last week, and Richard still won’t talk to me about it.”

“Ça c’est merde,” Richard calls from across the locker room. “Put on a bandage and go home.”

Jamie won’t. He sticks his tongue out at Richard and turns to go to the treatment room because he needs treatment right away. Never mind that it’s a cut and not a muscle injury. He can hide under the excuse that Dani sent him. 

Jamie taps on the door and pushes it open to find you sitting on the table, absentmindedly tapping your fingers on your knees. You jump down at the sight of Jamie. 

“Hi! I was wondering if anybody’d be over today,” you grin. “Where does it hurt?”

Jamie holds up his finger. “Dani sent me.”

“Ah, right,” you nod, grin never leaving your face. Jamie wonders if your sunny disposition is why you and Dani are such good friends. Suddenly, he’s gripped by uncertainty. Maybe you and Dani are morethan good friends. After all, Dani is strangely tight-lipped about his affairs and besides, it’s not good for the physio to be openly screwing a player. 

Maybe he should go. 

But you’ve already come back to him after rummaging in a cupboard, small box in hand. 

“Technically, this isn’t part of my job,” you say as you select a band-aid, “but I’ve been doing this since I started going to my nephew’s footie matches. Kid’s almost ten now, but he still asks for me every time he gets a scrape. First time I was here it was like, force of habit, but Dani said it reminded him of his sister, so…” you trail off. “I dunno, it’s funny that even big strong footballers still want silly bandages, yeah?”

Jamie watches as you open a green bandage with yellow flowers and wrap it carefully around his finger. You press a kiss to it and smile up at him. “There. All better.”

Jamie is… well, he’s flustered. He’s heard about the so-called Rojas special and how it’s available through recommendation only, but he wasn’t prepared for the sweet way you cradled his hand or the fact that your lips touched him. In fact, he wasn’t prepared for anything beyond a bandage and the fact that you slipped sweets to Sam and Dani to numb the sting of injury. 

“Thanks,” he chokes out, aware of the fact that you’re still holding his hand. You give it one last squeeze before dropping it. 

“See you around,” you say. 

Jamie mumbles something unintelligible and finds his way out the door.

“Fuck you,” he says to Sam as soon as he catches him in the car park. 

Sam raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t get a chocolate. Did you not hold still?”

“I- you- it- fuck you,” Jamie says again. “You fucking knew.”

“Knew what?” Dani asks. He’s a horrible liar. 

“You knew I thought she was fit. You didn’t tell me she’s, like, emotionally fit as well. So fuck you both for that.”

Sam mouths emotionally fit as he and Dani dissolve into laughter. 

“Which band aid did you get?” Dani asks when he finally regains control of himself. “She ran out of Peppa Pig last week, but she promised to get some more soon.” 

Jamie holds up his finger, wishing the cut were on the middle one. 

Sam and Dani lean into inspect it and nod once. 

“Well?” Jamie demands. They just look at him with stupid grins. 

“Good night, Jamie Tartt,” Dani says, opening Sam’s passenger seat door. 

“Good night, Jamie,” Sam echoes. 

The fuckers just leave him standing in the lot, heart racing like a fucking idiot. 

—

Jamie’s ankle is barely twisted. Like, barely. But he grew up watching football so he knows how make an injury seem worse than it is. He’s mastered the art of not going overboard.  

“You should see the physio,” Beard tells him. Jamie pretends to protest a little bit, ignoring the way Ted shoots Dani and Sam quizzical looks. They’re making some sort of face and Jamie’s not going to figure out what they mean because he doesn’t care. 

(Or maybe he already knows what they mean. But he doesn’t give a shit.)

So he hobbles his way to the treatment room where you’re typing something on the computer. Reports, probably. 

You look up with a smile when you see him, the quickly school it into a frown. “Where does it hurt?” you ask. 

“My ankle,” Jamie grimaces. 

You pat the table and he obliges, sitting down on the crinkly paper. 

You squat to undo his boot and Jamie realizes that maybe this isn’t the best way to get you to fall for him but it’s too late now because you’re gingerly sliding it off his foot. 

“D’you mind if I get the sock as well?” you ask, and it’s all Jamie can do to mutely shake his head. You lightly run a cool hand over his ankle. 

“Feels a bit swollen,” you say. “What happened?”

Jamie has to gather his thoughts firmly away from the way he could feel the callouses on your palm. “Tackle,” he says. 

“Hm,” you reply. “Does this hurt?”

Jamie gasps as you press your thumb at just the wrong spot. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you say. “Lie down. I’m going to massage it for a minute then put it on ice. You’ll be good to go in an hour.”

Jamie obeys, trying to ignore the way his breath hitches when your hand squeezes his calf for a fraction of a second. 

You’re able to find all the right spots, gently pushing the muscle back where it needs to go. You pat his foot gently and go to get an ice pack. “Keep this on for fifteen minutes, off for five, then on for another fifteen. If it still hurts I’ll get you another pack, or maybe a heating pad. Depends on what type of pain you have, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“You sending me back?” Jamie asks in a feeble attempt to be his usual confident self. 

You hesitate. “I mean… the other option is you stay here. I won’t lie to you, it’s pretty quiet back here but it doesn’t smell. Will got me on these scent diffuser packs, so this is one of the least-gross rooms on the lower level. I usually just type reports, but I’ve finished for now so I was going to read but we can chat if you like. You don’t have to, but I can monitor your ankle for the next hour if you’re here. It’s up to you.”

Stay and flirt with the pretty physio or sit on the bench instead of practicing?

Jamie positions himself better on the table. “What’s your book about?”

—

Jamie wishes that he were just making an excuse to come see you, but if that were the case he’d have made sure to be showered. Instead, he’s fresh off the pitch after a long day of practice and he needs his joints like, replaced or some shit. 

He stumbles into the treatment room and practically flops facedown on the table. You’re up in an instant, combing his hair away from his face with your fingers. 

“Where does it hurt?” you ask, voice filled with concern. 

“Everywhere,” Jamie groans. 

“Okay, so full-massage with the extra-large ice pack at the end, then,” you say. 

Jamie just grunts in response and tries not to think about the fact that this is the most unromantic way he’s ever tried to date a girl. He tells himself that you’re a physio, that you’ve seen grosser, and that you’re not even interested in him anyway. It still doesn’t stop him from asking about your day and cracking stupid jokes the entire time you’re popping his muscles. His voice squeaks every time you forcibly release tension, but you just laugh and tell him, “You should hear Isaac.” So yeah, the worst training of his life has now turned out to be a goddamned blessing in disguise because you’re joking back and forth for a solid twenty minutes. 

“Come back any time,” you tell him with a wink as he heads out the door. “You don’t have to be injured to say hey.”

Jamie smiles at that, and goes to tell Sam and Dani that they’re shitheads but he loves them very much. 

—

It’s been a long week and an especially long match, but thank fuck it’s over. There’s a bit of an ache in his legs but he doesn’t give a flying shit. They’ve won, for once, so as a reward to himself he’s going to invite you out with the lads. Proper, like, probably with the words, “Hey I think you’re fit,” except he’s thinking he should probably swap “fit,” for beautiful, or stunning, or the most wonderful, funny, amazing woman he’s ever met and no, it’s not just because of the magical healing powers you seem to possess. 

Jamie showers, changes, then heads purposefully down the hall. He knows you’re still here, you never leave after matches until everyone who might possibly need physio is gone. 

He bangs open the door, ready to regale you with the shit Ted’s up to post-match when he catches sight of your face. Or rather, the fact that it’s in your hands as your shoulders shake. 

He rushes over to the desk and turns your chair so you’re facing him. 

His hands are on your knees as he urgently whispers, “Where does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t,” you gasp, wiping your eyes. “I’m fine, I don’t know what came over me, I’m good, I promise. What’s up?”

You move to get up but Jamie presses lightly where his hands were resting. “You don’t look fine, love,” he says, then internally winces. Not a good thing to say to a girl, no matter how true it is. 

“I’m good, swear down,” you choke. You move to wipe away another tear but Jamie beats you to it, swiping it with his thumb. You shudder involuntarily, trying not to notice the rough feel of his skin on yours. 

“I’m not hurt,” he says tentatively. “Came to see if you wanted to go out with me ‘n the lads.”

“Oh!” you exclaim, still trying your absolute best to pull yourself together and failing miserably. “Right. I um, I’m going to be here a while so you should just go, yeah? Tell Dani I’m proud of him.”

Jamie shakes his head. “Ain’t leaving you here all by yourself.” He realizes your hands have found their way into his, and he has no idea who put them there. He lifts one to his lips and brushes a kiss to your knuckles. “Just tell me where it hurts, yeah?”

Another shiver wracks your body. “You can’t- I can’t- you have to go, okay Jamie? I need you to go.”

Jamie will, he’ll do anything you ask, but first he has to know- 

“Why?” he asks, so softly. “What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“Don’t-” you half-choke. “Not- I’m gross right now.”

Jamie can’t stifle his laugh in time, so he does his best to save it. “Love, you’ve seen me at my fuckin’ worst. We’ll call it even.”

You’re breathing a little easier now, but just barely. You don’t seem too eager to get rid of him so Jamie pushes his luck and stays kneeling on the floor. 

“Tell me,” he urges again, but you just shake your head. 

“You really should go,” you say, breath catching in your throat. “You don’t want to keep Maia waiting. Heard actresses are notoriously particular about being on time.”

That’s confusing. Maia- do you mean Maia Stanwood? You must, that’s the only Maia he knows. But how did you know her, Jamie had run into her at dinner the other day and there’d been a brief article in the papers, but nothing that connects to what’s happening here. 

Unless-

No. 

Except- it’s the only thing that makes sense. 

But you don’t like him like that. At least, he’s pretty sure. And anyway, isn’t it prickish to assume everyone’s in love with him?

But you’re not everyone, you’re the team physio with nice hands and a sweet smile and an affinity to fix people, to mend what’s broken in the best way you know how. 

“I love you,” he says instead of everything else he had planned.

You’re silent, and he’s not sure you’ve heard him so he says it again. 

“Yeah, alright, I love you too,” you sniff with a half-smile, except it’s the way you’d say to a brother, the way you’d say it to Dani or Sam. 

“No,” Jamie says more insistently, “I love you. That’s why I’m here. I wanted to tell you, wanted to take you out proper. Impress you with my dancing and chat you up at the bar. Make the lads jealous that I’ve got a beautiful girl on my arm, then sneak out early to kiss you like I’ve been fucking thinking about since that fucking paper cut. Had a right crush on you like an idiot since you got hired.”

You’re staring at him open-mouthed, unable to believe what he’s saying, and Jamie doesn’t know much all the time but he knows that you’re gripping his hands like it’s a lifeline. He knows your eyes are wide open and that he was on the mark about you thinking he was with someone else. So he does what anyone in his position would do. 

He captures your lips in his, letting go of your hands only so he can slip one hand around your waist and another in your hair. 

God, you feel like you’re melting. 

Jamie Tartt is kissing you like there’s no tomorrow and the floor is tipping out from under you, but apart from that vague feeling all you’re aware of is his hands on you and the fact that he tastes like spearmint. 

His lips are soft against yours, mouth warm and inviting. 

It’s like taking a breath of air for the first time in months. 

“I love you,” you say as soon as you break apart. You’re breathing heavily as if you’re the one who just played a 90-minute match. Jamie’s lips are swollen and your hair is mussed, but you both share the same look.

“All better?” he asks, and you nod. 

“Good. You want to get dinner? I know a few places we can go, don’t have to worry about paps.”

“The team-” you begin, but Jamie waves that away. 

“They’ll understand,” he says. “Been flirting with you for ages, getting injured all the time. Think Ted’s starting to get fucking worried.”

You run your thumb down his jawline. “I always wondered about that,” you murmur. “Thought it was in my head how much you were down here. Didn’t want to be unprofessional.”

Jamie reaches up to hold your wrist and you just sit there, on the floor of the treatment room, looking at each other in the dim light. You’ll get up, eventually, but for now you’re going to savor this moment you have together. 

[hjparisian]

sandcastles and beaches- harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x fem!reader w: fluff summary: harry and (y/n) decide to have a beach day with little james. a/n: this was a super old request that i have found the motivation to finish

Harry and (Y/N) were sleeping peacefully one morning, that was until a certain little boy decided to disturb the peace.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake uuuppp!"

Harry felt a small body pounce on him, causing him to wake up. It was their son James. Why was he waking them up rather it being the other way around? Harry and (Y/N) had been talking about a day trip to the beach, which was today. So as all young children do, it was James' responsibility to wake them early and remind them of the fun day planned.

Harry felt movements and a groan coming from (Y/N), signifying she's awake too. He looked over to find her facing them with a smile.

"Good morning you two."

"Morning love," Harry said to his wife.

"Mum! Mum! It's beach day! You guys said we would go to the beach today!" said James.

(Y/N) chuckled a bit at her son's excitedness. "Yes we did say that."

"Get up and let's go!" James shouted.

"Of course James but first let's make some breakfast. We can't go on an empty stomach," said (Y/N). At that moment a growl could be heard from little James tummy.

After (Y/N) gotten ready for the day, she prepared breakfast for the three of them. James had devoured his meal quick, considering he was quite hungry and excited for the day. Harry began packing things into the car with James while (Y/N) was making lunch to take with them.

James was following his lookalike around, asking him a million questions.

"Is the water going to be cold? Do you think we will see dolphins or fish? Oh, can we build sandcastles dad?"

All Harry could do was chuckle at his son's curiosity and excitement.

Once everything was loaded, Harry strapped James into his carseat before he got into the driver's seat and began their journey.

Throughout the car ride, James kept asking questions about the beach, which caused both (Y/N) and Harry to chuckle at the young boy.

Soon, the three arrived at the beach. James was ecstatic, jumping in the carseat. Once they were parked, (Y/N) got out and unbuckled James while Harry began grabbing their stuff from the trunk of the car.

"Woah! The beach!" James exclaimed once he saw the blue waters.

The young wizard started running off towards the water.

"James! Stay close to us!" (Y/N) yelled out to him.

James stopped in his tracks, looking at the waters while his parents try to catch up to him. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Harry and (Y/N) caught up to him, hands full with their beach supplies.

"I think right around here should be good," Harry says to (Y/N), who nods at him.

After they set everything up, (Y/N) calls James over, telling him she needed to put sunscreen on him.

"Mum! I don't need it!"

"Yes you do James. I don't want you to get sunburnt."

The boy pouted, but reluctantly let his mother lather him in sunscreen. The moment she finished, James jumped up and started running towards the ocean.

"Don't go too far James!" His mother yelled to him.

(Y/N) watched as her son started playing by the water. It was such an adorable sight to see. They need to start making more trips to the beach.

Harry's voice caught her attention. "Mind helping me put sunscreen on me, love?" (Y/N) looked up to find her husband with his shirt in one hand, sunscreen in the other.

She nods as she pats the spot in front of her. Harry sat down and (Y/N) put some sunscreen on her hand and began rubbing it on Harry's back.

"Seems like he's having fun, no?" Harry says to his wife.

"He is. Haven't seen him this excited since you got him that quidditch broom for Christmas."

"I think he was more excited for the broom," Harry chuckles.

"Uh huh. Sure," (Y/N) said. She moved in front of him to apply sunscreen to his chest. The feeling made her flush a bit, no matter how many times she's seen or touched him. She could feel Harry smirking at her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a young voice. "Can we build sandcastles now pleasee?"

James was looking at them with his bright green eyes, holding one of the beach pails they had brought with them. Of course, Harry and (Y/N) couldn't say no to the young boy. While she helped her son fill the pails with sand, Harry helped James with the construction of the sandcastles.

Once they finished, (Y/N) decided it was time for lunch. Unpacking the lunch, she began handing it to Harry and James, who practically inhaled the food as soon as it was in his hands.

The young boy was excited to hit the waters again, dragging his parents towards the ocean as soon as they finished their lunch.

"Come on, come on!" his young voice sounded.

As soon as their feet hit the water, young James decided it was a good time to splash water onto (Y/N) and Harry.

"Hey!" (Y/N) said, laughing. She leaned over to James and whispered in his ear. All of a sudden, Harry was knocked over by his two favorite people, all three of them landing in the water.

After a while, the three went back to their set up where they dried off. James had fallen asleep on the towel that laid on the sand. (Y/N) and Harry sat by him, Harry's arm wrapped around (Y/N).

"Had a good day?" he asked her.

"I did. You?"

Harry nodded. "Bet James had an even better day than us." His wife agreed.

He turned to look at her. "Hey love?" (Y/N) hummed in response.

"How do you feel about having another child?"

(Y/N) thought for a moment. She's been debating about this for a while. Though she knew she wanted another child, she wasn't sure when it would be a good time. James has been asking her for a sibling because he "wants to be the coolest big brother ever" and wants to have someone to hang with. He was still young so it wouldn't be a bad time to try.

"I would like that," she says as she looks as James' peaceful face. Harry smiles at her before grabbing her chin and kissing her.

[mountttmase]

reader purposely getting ex!mason jealous and him reminding her who she belongs too! a little bit of everything angst, fluffy, smut ;))

Let Me Try Again

Note - hope you all enjoy 💙 feedback would be lovely as usual 😘

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4.5k

Warnings - fluff, smut and angst

Today was not supposed to be like this. You shouldn’t of been sat in the car next to your cousin’s best friend, you should of been sat next to Mason, in his car, before he opened your door for you to help you out. Leaving a kiss on your knuckles before he lead you by the hand up to the church where your cousin was about to tie the knot.

Instead your older cousin’s friend Ryan sat besides you, texting his mum to see where she and your mum we’re as you didn’t want to go into the church without them being there first.

‘They’re about five minutes away, we’ll get out in a sec’ he told you, looking over to see you staring out the window blankly. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah’ you sighed, giving him a smile

Today was meant to me the day Mason finally met your family. Yes maybe at a wedding with everyone was a bit unconventional but it seemed the easiest way. You’d been together 8 months and the pair of you hadn’t managed to sort out a time to meet with your family due to his busy schedule and whenever he was free, your family seemed to be busy. It’s not even like you lived far from each other but for some reason it just never worked out.

It had been bubbling for a few weeks but everything blew up when you asked him to attend the wedding a few months ago. You’d had it all figured out however he had his own plans, telling you he wanted you to come with him to a wedding of an old family friend and wasn’t taking no for answer.

You’d argued about it for hours, in the end telling him that he never listened to you and you were done with his attitude. He always got his own way and the one time you asked him for something he couldn’t seem to do it for you.

He didn’t put up a fight, telling you to leave if that’s what you wanted and you left his house in a puddle of tears whilst he carried on life normally. You checked in with his instagram and whilst you knew it wasn’t a total reflection of him, he seemed happier with you gone. You thought you were happier too, but you knew deep down you missed him. Yes you had things you needed to work on but you were both too stubborn to be the first one to break it seemed.

‘I’m just gonna get out and stand for a minute, I don’t want my dress to crease too much’ you told Ryan, hopping out of the car so you could smooth down the silk skirt of the dress you were in. You felt good in it, wanting to look better than usual today in hopes it would lift your mood but it didn’t seem to be working.

‘Y/n?’ You heard, turning around to be faced with the last person you thought you’d see.

‘Debbie? What are you doing here?’ You questioned. Trying to play it cool and make out that you were happy to see her when inside you felt your heart drop to your tummy. You’d met Masons family a few times at games and when they’d popped round to his house sometimes. She was always sweet to you, making sure to question Mason on why he wasn’t putting effort into your family and he always promised he’d get better but never did.

‘The groom lived next door to us growing up, we know the family and him and Mase were little besties when they were growing up’ she smiled and you felt your face flush at the mention of his name. ‘What about you?’

‘The brides my cousin’ you confirmed, suddenly noticing his brother and father come over to see you and you let out a breath of relief as you noticed Mason was nowhere to be seen. ‘Well I guess I’ll see you in there? Maybe we can have a catch up later on?’ You smiled but your face soon dropped, watching Mason emerge from the drivers seat of a car that was parked opposite yours and he looked over to you instantly.

He looked good. Better than good, dressed in a grey suit that fitted him perfectly with his hair how you always loved it, short on the sides and long on top with his facial hair growing in longer than you’d ever seen it. You felt your knees weaken at the sight of him as your eyes dropped to the floor.

The next thing you felt was a hand on your shoulder, looking up to see Ryan peering down at you with a sympathetic smile.

‘You ready to go in?’ He asked and you nodded up to him with a smile. You got how it must of looked to the rest of them, like Ryan was your date and you were half thankful he was here with you now but you noticed how Debbie’s face had dropped a little bit.

‘I’ll see you guys later’ you nodded before linking your arm though Ryans so he could lead you up towards the church. ‘Thanks Ry’ you huffed as you finally got out of earshot from them.

‘You alright?’ He asked, knowing that it was Mason standing across the car park giving you daggers. Your family knew you had been seeing someone but only Ryan knew who Mason actually was.

‘I’m fine, I knew today would be hard but now he’s here anyway? What the fuck’ you sulked and you pouted up at Ryan as he let out a little laugh. ‘I had no idea they knew each other’ you explained as you made your way to your seats, saying a quick hello to your family and putting on your brave face.

Today wasn’t about you, so you pushed the thought of Mason to the back of your mind, thankfully he was sitting on the other side of the aisle and a row behind you so you could forget about him for a little bit, focusing on the ceremony until you had to make your way outside to mingle. After 15 minutes or so you took yourself off, walking along by the little lake so you could gather your thoughts but a cough made you look up into the nervous face of Mason.

‘Hey, y/n’ he smiled but you were unsure of what to do, your eyes falling to the floor and he rubbed the back of his neck like he always did when he was uncomfortable. ‘Sorry, I just didn’t want things to be weird so I thought we could talk? But I get it, I’m sorry I’ll go’ he half smiled before turning to walk away but he didn’t get very far.

‘Wait’ you called quietly and he was quick to turn around and face you. ‘It’s fine. It was just a bit of a shock to see you here. I’m guessing this is the wedding you wanted me to go to?’ You asked, rolling your eyes with a smile, making him laugh a little bit.

‘It is yeah. And I take it this is the one you asked me to come to?’

‘Yeah’ you breathed and you shook your head with a smile. ‘That’s just great’ you laughed, covering your face with your hands as you shook your head. ‘Just proves everything I said. We never did really know how to communicate properly did we’ you sighed, crossing yours arms over you body and you caught the upset look on Masons face.

‘Well I don’t know about that’ he told you with furrowed brows but you didn’t want to get into all that with him right now, looking over to all the other guests to see Ryan looking at you with raised eyebrows.

‘I should get going’

‘Why? Don’t want your date seeing us together?’

‘Are you jealous?’ You laughed, but he just scoffed at you, his cocky side now coming out to play but you were ready to give it right back to him.

‘Jealous? Of him?’ He smiled, nodding his head in Ryan’s direction. ‘Don’t make me laugh y/n. Why on earth would I be jealous of him?’ He asked and your confidence melted away a tiny bit until his hand found its way to your hip, his lips coming to your ear. ‘I’m jealous that he’s got you on his arm, yeah. You look amazing and I wish you were with me. But I’m not jealous of him in the slightest’ he told you confidently and you felt your legs turn to jelly.

‘I need to go’ you whispered, detaching yourself from him and rushing over to Ryan. He was quick to put his arm around your shoulder and bring him into your side, trying to comfort you and you tucked yourself into him.

‘You alright?’ He whispered and you nodded lightly.

‘He thinks you’re my date’ you told him, rolling your eyes and Ryan laughed out loud, causing your auntie to slap him on the arm to get him to be quiet.

‘Well I hope you set him straight’

‘I was sort of hoping you’d play along for a bit’ you laughed, but he looked horrified.

‘That’s so gross I can’t believe you’d even ask that’

‘Hey! I’m not that bad and I’m desperate here, Ry. Please just help me out’

‘What on earth are you expecting me to do?’

‘Nothing, just carry on as we have been. We’ve already fooled him as it is we don’t need to do anything more’

‘Fine, but you owe me’ he winked before holding his elbow out for you to link which you did quickly, following the rest of your family inside so you could grab a needed drink.

‘Who’s that boy you were talking too?’ Your auntie asked as you got inside, picking up a glass of champagne and passing you one. You didn’t like the stuff at all but it was free and you were hoping it might loosen you up and take your mind off of Mason, but he seemed to be everywhere you looked.

‘Just an old friend’ you shrugged, hoping that would satisfy her enough to leave the subject alone but luck seemingly wasn’t on your side today and she carried on.

‘You should get in there, he’s gorgeous’ she winked but you just rolled your eyes with a smile before going to speak to your grandparents, hoping they wouldn’t tease you about your love life too.

Mason was sat on the other side of the room thankfully when it was finally time to eat and you could only see the top of his head moving if you turned to face him so you put it to the back of your mind for a few hours, finally let your hair down and enjoy yourself a bit.

After the speeches, you were stood outside on the decking with Ryan, nursing your third glass of free champagne when you decided you were off to the bar for some something different. You hadn’t had anything to actually hydrate you for most of the day and you could feel your legs wobble as you made your way inside. Unfortunately the queue was pretty long but soon enough you felt a hand around your waist and a body press up against your back. You knew who it was instantly, the aftershave he had on was always your favourite and you unconsciously relaxed into his body before he held out a bottle of water in front of you.

‘What’s this’ you laughed, taking it from him and you felt his lips on your ear soon after.

‘It’s just water’ Mason murmured ‘don’t worry I haven’t done anything to it, the seals still intact’ he joked and you quickly inspected the lid before opening it and taking a sip. ‘See? All I’ve seen you drinking is champagne and you don’t even like the stuff’ he commented, your heart racing at the fact he’d been so observant with you and you were about to speak but your thirst took over you and you started gluging the water down.

Masons name was suddenly called from the end of the bar, and when you looked over there was an empty section that wasn’t in use where the bar manager seemed to be waving him over. He pulled you with him by the waist and the man gave the pair of you a smile.

‘Thought id save you queuing, what can I get you?’ He smiled and Mason looked slightly uncomfortable but smiled back at him.

‘Just a bottle of water please mate, and an apple juice’ he told him and with a quick nod he was off.

‘Trust you to get special treatment’ you laughed, turning to him but he looked a little embarrassed.

‘It’s not like I asked for it, I was happy waiting’ he told you, dragging you closer to him a bit and for some reason you didn’t fight him. It felt nice to be back in his company and sort of be on good terms. You kept your hands to yourself though, not wanting to give him any sort of weird impression but he didn’t seems to mind, his eyes flickering all over your face as you stood in front of him.

‘Here you go, you want it on your tab?’ He asked, setting the drinks down and Mason nodded before the guy walked off, leaving the pair of you alone again. He pushed the glass of apple juice over to you slowly and you looked up at him with curious eyes.

‘For me?’ You questioned and he nodded liked it was obvious.

‘It’s your favourite, right?’

‘Well yeah…’

‘I know your arms get weird if you drink too much. I’m just looking out for you’ He laughed, grabbing you a straw as you looked up at him through your lashes.

It was endearing how much he remembered, even silly things like how alcohol affected your body or how you liked to drink with a straw. You weren’t sure what to say or do though, frowning and becoming more confused when he turned you so your back was pressed against the bar and he stood in front of you, blocking your view of the whole room.

‘So what’s his name?’

‘What?’

‘This guy, what’s his name?’

‘Why do you care?’

‘I’m just curious. He seems really close with all your family’

‘Well that’s what happens when you all spend time together’

‘How long have you been together?’ He asked but you caught onto what he was insinuating right away.

‘Are you accusing me of cheating?’ You laughed but his face remained the same blank expression.

‘Not at all, I just think it’s weird how close you all are and we only broke up two months ago. It doesn’t make sense’ he commented and you were furious that he’d even mentioned it however you had been lying to him all day.

You scoffed, looking to the left of you where you caught sight of Ryan coming back inside, scanning the room, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the pair of you.

‘I should go’ you told Mason, pushing your way out of his grip and surprisingly he let you go. ’Thanks for the drink’ you whispered before stalking off to Ryan who tucked you under his arm.

‘Do I wanna know?’ He asked

‘He practically accused me of cheating’ you huffed ‘said you look too close to my family’

‘That’s because I am, this is so fucking weird, y/n just tell him’ he joked and you laughed along with him.

‘I will, I will. I just wanna make him suffer a little bit first’

You kept away from Ryan, but your eyes were fixed on Mason constantly, hoping to get under his skin. He was looking at you too, watching with wide eyes as you sucked your drink through the straw seductively and how your hips moved when you danced as the band started playing. You made sure to keep your distance though, whenever he slyly made his closer to you, you’d make sure you kept away and you saw how he pouted each and every time. You even lost him for a little bit while you were dancing, eyes constantly looking for him but it seemed no use, thinking maybe he’d left as he didn’t want to watch you teasing him anymore.

You made a quick dash to the loo a little while later and just as you were leaving you felt someone push you back inside and lock the door on the pair of you.

‘Mason? What on earth are you doing? You can’t lock me in here’ you laughed looking in the mirror and touching up your makeup as he stood with his arms crossed, blocking your exit.

‘You’re ignoring me’

‘How can I ignore you when you’ve disappeared for half an hour? What do you expect anyway? We’re ex’s Mason, we’re not supposed to speak’

‘But that’s not what I want’

‘Here we go again’ you huffed, turning to face him as you sat back on the sink slightly. ‘Everything’s all about what you want’

He didn’t say a word, just sighed as he looked to the floor, chewing his lip like he always did when he was upset. You hated the way he still had an effect on you and you felt yourself soften at his sad eyes.

‘This guy? Does he make you happy?’ He asked quietly, staring you down to see your reaction but you were done playing games with him now.

‘He’s my cousin’s friend, Mason.’

‘What?’ He asked with a disbelieving stare, his brows now furrowing.

‘He’s not my boyfriend or my date or whatever else. He’s my cousin’s friend, practically my family and I just went along with what you were saying because I didn’t want you to think I was some lonely looser’ you admitted

‘Oh’ he said, sounding surprised but you couldn’t look at him. Instead focusing on your fingers as you played with them in your lap. He didn’t move for a few moments, but you felt him stand eventually, making the few steps over to you before tilting your chin up so you’d look at him. His face was blank, you couldn’t tell what was going on behind his eyes but your heart was in your throat. ‘So you were trying to make me jealous on purpose?’ He asked, a small smile tugging at his lips and you knew he wasn’t mad at you.

‘Not on purpose’ you smiled and he raised his brows as if he didn’t believe you. ‘You just assumed and I didn’t correct you’ you shrugged as he stepped back before pulling you up and turning you to face the mirror so you could look at the pair of you. His hands settling on your waist and you instinctively lent back into him.

‘Look at yourself’ he whispered, lips to your ear as you felt your legs wobble, fingertips trailing up and down your sides making your arms erupt in goosebumps. ‘You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I don’t care what you say, you’re mine and you always will be so yeah, seeing you with some other guy who I don’t know is gonna make me jealous’ he told you, your heart hammering as he kissed your neck before nibbling in your shoulder. ‘Mine, yeah? No one else’s’ he breathed and you were about to speak but the reflection of his eyes in the mirror made you stop. ‘You gonna let me show you?’ He asked, already gathering up the skirt of your dress so he could access you and you didn’t argue with him or push him off, just slowly rested yourself on your hands so you were slightly bent over for him, parting your legs as soon as you felt his fingers brush over your underwear. ‘That’s it, good girl. You know exactly what I want don’t you?’

You couldn’t reply, his fingers on your clit instantly, rubbing slow circles and you nearly lost your mind straight away. Mason was the last person to touch you like this and he was still as good as ever, seeming to know what your body needed more than you did and he teased the life out of you.

‘Mason’ you breathed as his fingers worked their magic on you and you heard him growl into your neck.

‘Fuck I’ve missed that sound’ he told you, his hand leaving your waist so he could unzip his trousers and pull himself free. It wasn’t long before you felt him at your entrance casing a loud moan to tumble from your throat. He quickly pulled his fingers from you, licking them clean before he was covering your mouth. ‘Quiet, baby’ he whispered and you had to grip the sides of the sink so you didn’t melt at his words before he was pushing into you.

You couldn’t deny you’d missed the feeling of him between your thighs, the way he filled you up like no one else could and the fact you could see him in the mirror and he was holding your eye contact made you want to scream on the spot. But he was right, you had to be quiet so you wouldn’t be caught.

‘Gonna let me fill you up, baby?’ He asked as you took a couple of his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them gently as you faintly tasted yourself.

‘Please, Mase’ you spoke around his fingers as you felt him thrust into you a little bit harder.

‘Good girl’ he breathed, kissing the back of your neck as he grabbed a handful of you bum. ‘You’ll be walking around with me dripping out of you soon. Cause you’re mine, yeah? No one else’s’ he told you and soon after you were cuming around him, the feeling of you pulsing around him causing him to follow not long after.

You felt him pull out and attempt to clean you up before pulling your dress down back to where it was and turning you to face him. He moved to touch your face, running his thumb along your bottom lip to clean your lipstick up before tucking your hair behind your ear as you adjusted the knot on his tie that had come a bit loose.

Unsure of what was going to happen next, you kept your eyes on his chest until he dropped his head to catch your eyes, forcing you to look at him.

‘What happens now?’ You whispered and his face softened instantly.

‘What do you want to happen?’ He asked, his hands settling on your hips. ‘I meant what I said. You’re mine, yeah? I still want you’ he whispered and you felt your heart thud in your chest. ‘But I get it if you need more time’ he told you with a smile and a kiss to the forehead. You wanted to tell him you were done playing around and you were his, but you knew it would take more than a quick fuck in a toilet to sort out all your problems and you didn’t want to pick up exactly where you’d left off. ‘As much as I want to spend the rest of the evening alone with you I don’t think it’s best we hide out in here. Maybe I could come find you in a little bit?’

‘Okay’ you agreed and with a quick kiss to your cheek, he opened the door and left.

You took a second to collect yourself, laughing at the fact you were trying to keep away from him you you’d just let him fuck you in here and with one quick glance over yourself, you left. You didn’t know who you were looking for or where you wanted to go, but when you saw Debbie stood talking to a couple of other women and you felt drawn to her.

She noticed you coming, waving you over with bright eyes and pulling you into a quick hug that made you smile. You had a quick catch up before the subject of Ryan came up where you assured her he was your cousin’s friend and she let out a laugh.

‘Well I know Mason will be happy about that he’s been a right mardy bum today’ she joked and you couldn’t help but giggle. ‘I don’t know what happened but he didn’t tell me things were finished until last week’ she told you, rolling her eyes.

‘Oh, really?’

‘Yeah, I think if the wedding wasn’t today, he wouldn’t of said anything for a lot longer. I always told him he’d be stupid to let you go’ she huffed and you gave her a small smile.

‘Look Debbie, I love your son, I really do. But sometimes he’s…’

‘A bit of an arse?’ She finished and you both erupted into giggles. ‘Trust me love, I know. I raised him. But I also know how kind he is and how loving he is and how highly he thinks of you. He wouldn’t of been such a grump seeing you today otherwise’ she told you and you nodded in agreement. Deep down, you knew all of this already. ‘Speak of the devil’ she whispered as you felt a hand on your lower back.

‘Hey, mum’ he smiled, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. ‘Do you mind if I steal y/n for a bit?’ He asked sheepishly and Debbie’s eyes flew to meet yours so you gave her a small smile and a nod before she patted him on his shoulder.

‘Don’t mess this up’ she told him quietly and you all laughed as she walked off, leaving the pair of you alone.

‘Will you come outside with me?’ He asked you with a smile and you nodded before he grabbed your hand and took you onto the decking where most people were gathered now. The sun was almost set, turning the sky a beautiful orange and pink colour and even though it had been warm all day, there was a slight chill in the air. The fairy lights hanging along all the wooden frame work of the decking made you feel like you were in a fairytale as he lead you into the middle of the dance floor.

He turned to face you with a shy smile, quickly taking off his jacket before helping you put it on so you wouldn’t be cold and you felt yourself blush as his scent overwhelmed you. You couldn’t look at him, eyes on the floor until he took your hands in his, placing one on his chest before wrapping his arm around your waist, threading his fingers through yours on the other hand before pulling you even closer.

The music was slow, and the pair of you were silent as he gently swayed you from side to side. You rested your head on his chest whilst he placed his cheek on the top of your head.

You felt the tears in your eyes slowly form, being this close to him and not knowing what it all meant. You didn’t want to get your hopes up for him to tear you down soon so you started to pull away but he didn’t let you, holding you even closer to him before tilting your face up to his.

‘What’s wrong?’ He’s asked, face now looking at you full of sympathy as he realised how upset you were. ‘Talk to me’ he breathed but you just nestled your head into his neck, unsure of what you wanted to say. ‘Can I say something then?’ He questioned and you nodded, dropping you arms to around his waist as he looped his around your back. ‘I miss you. I miss you a lot and I know I didn’t treat you right in the end. I was selfish and immature and I completely get if you don’t want to be around me anymore. Im still learning I guess, like how to be good enough for you cause I know I wasn’t, but it’s pretty obvious we’re not meant to be apart. I know I let you down and I’m sorry’

You breathed out a sigh of relief into his neck, thankful you were both sort of on the same page. You missed him too and you knew you didn’t want to be without him anymore.

‘I’m sorry too’ you whispered pulling back to look at him but he seemed confused. ‘It wasn’t all you. I feel like we forgot how to talk to each other in the end. Like I planed this whole day out in my head and just assumed you’d come’ you chuckled

‘You don’t need to be sorry for that, it should of never of got to that point’ he told you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. You both were a quiet after that, slowly swaying from side to side as you clung to each other but you still had a few questions for him.

‘Hey, Mase?’

‘Yeah’ he smiled, happy with the fact you’d used his nickname.

‘Why didn’t you tell your parents we were over? ‘ you asked and you saw his face drop as he shrugged his shoulders, his eyes looking anywhere but you as he clearly felt a little embarrassed.

‘Cause I didn’t want to admit it to myself. Telling them made it real and I knew I’d messed up’

‘Why didn’t you want to meet my family either?’

‘It’s not I didn’t want to’ he told you, finally looking down at you again so you could see the sincerity in his eyes. ‘Just scared I guess. I wanted them to like me’ he said and you gave him an understanding nod before he smiled at you brightly. ‘But you’ll be happy to know, I’ve spoken to your mum and I’m pretty sure she loves me’ he winked

‘You what?’ You laughed, pulling back so you could get a proper look at him but the way he was blushing let you know he was telling the truth.

‘Yeah, when you were shaking your bum trying to rile me’ up he joked and you blushed at him calling you out before he kissed your cheek gently ‘but yeah I went and introduced myself’

‘Wait, what did you say?’

‘I don’t really remember I was sort of bricking it. Told her I was a friend of yours and stuff but I think I made a good impression’

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Of course. She asked if I was single and if I would ever consider taking you out on a date’ he winked and you hid your face from him again, blushing furiously at the thought of your mum trying to set you up. ‘I told her I would love to, that I’ve wanted to for weeks and that I hope I could convince you cause you deserve to be treated like the princess you are’ he told you softly and you felt you eyes well up before you looked up at him. ‘So what do you say? Will you let me try again?’

You didn’t speak, afraid of how your voice would sound but you nodded up at him with a smile before he crashed his lips into yours. You didn’t mind though, you’d been itching to feel his lips on yours since the second you’d seen him get out of the car this morning and you completely lost yourselves as you stood in the middle of everyone sharing the sweetest kiss you’d ever had.

‘I bet your mum thinks I’ve put the moves on you quickly’ he joked as he pulled away and you quickly looked over to her, seeing her smiling widely with her hands clutched over her chest. ‘We should probably go and talk to her, I feel like I need to explain who I am properly’ he laughed and you smiled up at him sweetly.

‘How about you get me another apple juice first and then we go see her?’ Her you winked as he took your hand, slowly walking you back inside and towards the bar.

‘You drive a hard bargain’ he laughed and you followed him inside, your heart feeling more whole than it had in months. You knew it wouldn’t be easy and things would have to changed but as you caught the dimpled smile of your favourite brown eyed boy, you knew things would be okay.

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Glass Heart, take flight - Asahi x Reader

A/N: Soulmate AU, requested for the Follower Celebration, tagging @screamin-abt-haikyuu because DUH!

You’ve got a Glass Heart tattooed just below your left ear. 

It’s small enough to hide behind your hair or a pair of earrings if you want to. 

You don’t know when you’ve got it. It’s what happens to people who are too young when they meet their soulmate. You're pretty sure you know who it was though, not that it helps.

-

Gravel flies everywhere as you fall off the swing. You’d meant to fly as high as you dared, when someone grabbed chains from behind, bringing you to an abrupt stop. You fall face first, tears spilling over your bruised cheeks way before you can start wailing.

“Are you okay?” Someone asks, picking you up with ease. For a moment, you think it’s someone’s parent, but when long fingers carefully grab your chin and turn your face around to inspect the damage, you see it’s a boy, maybe a few years older than you, lanky and long-haired. 

His touch is soft and tickles, surprising you enough to stop crying.

“Who are you?” You ask.

Your words break whatever spell there had been. He jumps back, blushing.

“I, uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

He moves back, step after step after step. You try to grab him, what for, you don’t know yet. But you miss, nothing but air between your outstretched hands.

“I’ll go grab your Mum,” he insists, jogging away. 

-

“What school are you going to next year?” Miri asks over Lunch.

Your fingertips find the little heart beneath your ear that appeared last night. 

“Sekodai,” you tell her as confidently as you’ll ever be.

“Ah.” She nods. “They’ve got a great Volleyball Club, or so I’ve heard.”

“Yeah.” You shrug. “But I’m more into art.” And cute guys. But you don’t say that out loud.

-

“Hi. I’m from Class 1.5. Could I draw you? It’s for the Art Club.”

You watch as he blushes, the redness reaching even the tops of his ears.

“I…” He stammers helplessly.

“Dang, Asahi!” One of his classmates whistles lowly. “You’ve got game!”

“I…” His voice’s barely a voice anymore. It sounds more like a kettle whistling. Well, at least you know his name now. He cut his hair shorter and it’s wavy, framing his face in a way that makes you want to drag your hands through it. Or paint it, whatever he’ll allow.

“Please?” You ask. “It won’t take long. It’s just a sketch.”

“F-Fine…” He’s still red-faced when he arrives for the session, relaxes only slightly when he realizes that he’s not the only one. 

Most students have asked their classmates to sit for their panting. He’s not the only third-year, but the teacher eyes him curiously. 

“Do you need something?” She asks. “We normally don’t have high schoolers visiting.”

“I-I… I’m a student here.” Asahi stutters helplessly. “Third year.”

“Oh.” She blinks. “How old are you then?”

“He looks older than he is.” You interrupt, reaching forward to take his hand, to pull him away from the discussion he’s clearly dreading. 

Asahi pulls his hand away like you’re a snake, ready to bite.

It hurts more than you let on.

He barely speaks as he sits for his portrait. Today’s lesson is meant to be in black and white and while you’re glad he agreed to sit for you, you hate the fact that all his blushing is lost to you. You can do nothing more but hope the image will burn itself into your brain, for that you’ll never go without it.

When you’re done and you turn the canvas for him to see, he stills. 

A multitude of emotions flickers over his face, each too fast for you to catch before he bows so low you fear for his spine.

“Thank you for considering me.” He presses through his teeth and darts from the room and you pretend you don’t notice that he takes a few extra steps to avoid the risk of touching you.

-

The sound of a whistle cuts through your heart.

Below you, Karasuno loses, Dateko wins. 

Asahi’s grown taller in the two years you haven’t seen him. His hair has grown out too. 

But there’s added weight on his shoulders, you can tell by the way he walks. 

Your fingertips reach for the Glass Heart below your ear. You wonder how it’s holding up now.

“Are you sure you wanna go to this school?” Miri asks next to you. “I mean, you don’t have to come to Aoba Johsei with me, we’ve been friends for long enough, but you got a ride to Shiratorizawa.”

“No, I want this one,” you say, your voice firm. 

Miri sighs. “Well, at least the Art Club there isn’t bad.”

-

Barely one week into the school year you get the chance to deliver some papers to the Third Year Classes.

Well, the task had been meant for the “strong boys” in your Class, but you’re too stubborn to take the hint. 

Now you’re sweating under the weight of too many folders to count and your hair is sticking to your face in a way you hope is looking cutely disheveled instead of ready-to-murder-you.

“Ah, thank you. That looks pretty heavy, didn’t Takeda-Sensei send someone with you?” The teacher asks. You ignore her words and let your eyes run through the Classroom. There, a little bit further back, sits Asahi.

When your eyes meet his there’s instant recognition. You’d be proud about it, proud that he remembers you even two years later if he didn’t turn away right after. Your heart plummets all the way to your feet, but you need to keep up the facade as well as the weight of folders in your arms.

“Azumane,” his teacher orders. “You’re tall and strong. Help this student out, will you?”

He blushes furiously, but he gets up nonetheless and walks out stiffly.

You pull your sweater over your hands, one by one, so that he won’t have to fear touching you before you offer the folders for him to take.

“I…” He starts, but he doesn’t finish his sentence.

-

It happens. There are Soulmates who don’t fall in love. 

You never thought you’d be one of them.

If only you’d have been born without a stubborn head as well.

It would make everyone’s lives easier.

-

“Can I walk you home?” You ask, stepping out of the little shed that holds the bicycles.

Asahi flinches away like you’re the one towering over other people.

“What? How? I..” He stammers. 

You shrug and pull the straps of your backpack a little tighter to hide your shaking hands.

“Can I?” You ask again.

He stares, wordlessly.

“You don’t have to agree, I can just follow you home on my own, two steps behind you so you don’t see me sneaking.”

That brings something like a smile to his face but he turns away to hide it the moment it flickers over his lips.

But he starts walking and you rush to catch up to him, taking two steps everytime he takes one.

“You know,” you say, a little breathlessly when you need to tackle an incline, “As much as Hinata’s going on my nerves, I think he’s good for the team.”

Asahi stops again. “You know Hinata?”

“Uh, yeah. Everyone knows Hinata. Also, I’m a First Year.”

“Right.”

He walks two steps before stopping again.

“You know about the team?”

“Yeah?” You huff, trying to hide the fact that you’re already out of breath. “The only reason I’m not a manager is because I’m way better at art than I ever was at managing.”

“Why don’t you play?”

You point at yourself, still unable to take a proper breath after less than five minutes of jogging next to him. He doesn’t seem to understand.

“I’ve got the Athletic Genes of a Muffin,” you translate when you can breathe a little better. On the other side of the hill, the sun sets the sky on fire. “But I think it’s all the same. It doesn’t matter if you paint or play Volleyball, really. Humans have no wings, so they search for other ways to fly.”

When you look back at him, there’s something in his eyes you haven’t seen before. It makes you nervous and you swallow thickly, try to regain the composure you’ve had before.

“Do you… do you believe in Soulmates?” You ask, your mind running on empty.

“Sure.” His voice sounds weirdly detached. His face is tinted golden from the sunset. 

“Is this why you don’t want to be touched?” It’s a guess, really. He could still be a germaphobe. But he flinches like you’ve caught him.

“Maybe.”

“Why?”

“It’s a great burden,” he admits, quietly, staring at the sun. “What if they touch you and then you’ve got a mark but they don’t like you like that? You’d always be tied to them, whether they wanted that or not. I’d rather not put that on anyone.”

“It’s a bit late for that.” The words slip out your mouth too fast for you to catch them. You’d wanted to say something else, to put it differently. But he understands nonetheless, his head snapping over.

You pull your hair back to reveal the Glass Heart below your ear. 

Whatever you thought would happen, doesn’t. 

Asahi takes a step back instead of forward. You can see the doubt cloud his mind.

“Please.” You step forward, lunge for his arm like you’ve done all those years before on the playground.

This time, your hand closes around his wrist. It tickles.

But Asahi is taller, stronger, faster than you. When the turns to run, you’ve got no chance to follow.

-

The boy is about as tall as Hinata, dark hair with one bleached strand that makes it look like he’s being hit by lightning.

You remember hearing Yamaguchi talk about him, but his name is lost on you.

“Can I help you?” You ask rather rudely. You haven’t slept well ever since that evening. It’s been a week and it’s starting to catch up to you. 

You wonder if you’ve left a mark on Asahi. Maybe you’d read it all wrong. Maybe you’d run after the wrong guy all these years.

“Are you in the Art Club?” He asks.

“Yeah? Why?”

“You’re really pretty.”

“Thanks?” 

He grins, gives you a thumbs up and leaves. Whatever that was, you don’t have the energy to deal with it right now. 

It takes two more times of him showing up until you learn his name.

Nishinoya-senpai is weirdly adamant about getting to know you. He’s also hilariously bad at it, spending most of his time telling you about how great he did at training today, how he almost couldn’t save a ball Asahi had spiked, or how their manager is the prettiest being in the whole wide world.

“Why are you here?” You ask when he catches you after school. You’re in the middle of washing your brushes and you’d like it very much if your heart just gave in. But it has been two weeks and you still cannot stop thinking about Asahi. Even though you haven’t seen him since that evening. Has he stopped going to school?

“I’m a friend of Asahi.” He tells you.

“Aha.”

“He talks about you a lot.”

“Sure he does.” The sarcasm in your voice would be enough for two more people.

“No, really, he does. I think you’re Soulmates. But you know, we didn’t win against Dateko last year and… well, I think he needs to prove to himself that he’s worthy- Are you okay?”

You can taste the salt of your own tears. You nod, hoping he will leave you alone. He doesn’t.

“What does it matter?” You ask. Not necessarily Nishinoya, but if he’s not willing to leave you alone, he’s going to have to deal with it. “What does it matter if he wins or loses? Isn’t he worthy no matter what?” You try to dry your nose on your sleeve but the tears just won’t stop.

There’s a more pressing question to it all, a question you hadn’t dared voice before but it won’t leave your mind so why not give it the room it craves?

“Am I even worthy?” 

When your tears finally dry, Nishinoya is gone. 

Well, you’ve always known that not all boys are created equal. Some just cannot deal with tears. 

-

“Can I walk you home?” Asahi asks, stepping out of the little shed that holds the bicycles.

You flinch. You thought you’d be the last one to leave.

“You don’t have to agree,” he stutters. “I-I can just follow you home on my own, t-two steps behind you…”

“Why?” You ask, voice a little hoarse from crying.

“Nishinoya told me… About what you said.”

“So?”

Asahi stretches out his arm. His shirt is pulled back.

On his wrist is something you haven’t seen before. Two black wings spread out on either side, like a bird taking flight.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner,” he tells you. “If you want, you can take my hand.”

You move to grab it, half expecting him to pull away again. But his hand is warm, big enough to swallow yours and he squeezes back even as he blushes furiously.

“What about Dateko?” You ask, not willing to let go. “What about being worthy?”

“I tend to get lost in my own head,” he confesses. “I doubt that will ever change. But, I- I want you to know that I never doubted that you were worthy. I knew ever since we met for the first time, well, I hoped, but I… I didn’t want to-”

“Put a burden on me, I know.” You nod and squeeze his hand at the same time. “You’re going to have to get used to it, you know? I’ve got pretty strong shoulders.”

You can’t see the sunset from where you’re standing. But the way Asahi smiles makes you think you don’t need to anyway. He’ll always be golden anyway.

-

“Careful, door opening.” Asahi announces, one arm on your back as he guides you into the coffee shop. 

Your eyes are glued to your phone screen, but you trust your fiancé that he will keep you safe on your early morning hunt for breakfast.

He orders for the two of you, squinting down over your shoulder every once in a while to check in on your live feed.

Your newest art project hasn’t been online for long and the comments are flowing in almost too fast for you to read.

It’s only when Asahi awkwardly clears his throat behind you that you look up. You spot it right away.

“Excuse me?”

The Barista looks up right away, flinching slightly when she locks eyes with you. 

“He asked for oat milk. That’s soy.”

“Sorry, I mixed that up.”

“No worries, just making sure.” You smile as Asahi deflates behind you, leaning all his weight onto your shoulders.

“Thank you,” he mumbles into your ear. “I wouldn’t have been able to say anything.”

“I know.” Your right hand finds his, squeezes tight. “That’s why we’ve got each other.”

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[thepixelelf]

Mission Possible

genres: elementary teachers au, fluff pairing: reader x seungkwan words: 1.2k warnings: none! notes: a short fic for seungkwan day!! I'm slightly late because I am me, but an anon requested early education kwannie and I thought that was so cute!! hopefully this lives up to their idea 😊

One of Mr Boo's students sees his brand new engagement ring.

Mr Boo's fourth grade class has been on a group mission ever since their orchestra field trip.

Their mission — and they did choose to accept it: get Mr Boo (the funniest and most glaringly obviously single teacher at Greenfield elementary school) together with you (the new music teacher Mr Boo's students always catch him smiling at while you're not looking).

Future president ten-year-old Kim Sujeong is at the head of the operation. She was behind most of the class's best efforts, including but not limited to running allllllll the way across the school from the music room to his classroom and telling him you had fallen and died and that he needed to come help! or else you might, er, die harder. Despite the flimsiness of Sujeong's story, Mr Boo had gone running full-speed down the halls to you (whom he found perfectly fine and not dead, just wide-eyed at his sudden — and out of breath — appearance in the music room with Sujeong beaming behind him when you were certain she was supposed to be in the bathroom), so she counted that as a success.

Now, future marine biologist Kim Sujeong — she’s still between that, president, or interior designer — is in a fit, arms crossed as she watches the kids of Greenfield elementary run around the playground. She huffs. Can’t the rest of the fourth graders take this seriously? Will they let the mission go? Just like that?

Recess is great, sure, but this is no time for play!

This morning, though Sujeong didn’t notice until a couple minutes before the first recess bell rang, Mr Boo showed up with a shiny silver ring on his finger. His left ring finger.

Sujeong huffs again.

“Are you okay there, Sujeong?”

On supervision duty today, you sit down on the park bench next to Sujeong, slightly concerned. She looks up at you, uncrosses her arms, and whimpers out your name. “Are you devastrated?” she asks you on the verge of tears.

“Devastated?” You point at yourself. “Me?”

Tears brim at the corners of Sujeong’s eyes, and her bottom lip quivers. “Mr Boo!” she cries out. “He’s getting married!”

You blink.

For a few seconds, you say nothing, just staring at Sujeong, and she thinks — oh, heartbreak! — you must have already given up on Mr Boo, must’ve heard about it already and cried before recess started, and, oh! What a cruel man Mr Boo is, to do this to you!

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, smiling and gently taking Sujeong’s hands in yours. What a strong person you are, she thinks, to smile through such pain… You smooth down her hair, which, although her mum had done it in pretty braids today, has gone a bit wild in the wind. “Mr Boo getting married doesn’t make me sad.”

Sujeong sniffles. “Why not?”

You chuckle slightly, but Sujeong doesn’t know what’s so funny. “I’m happy for him. It’s not every day you find someone willing to marry you. I bet he loves that person very much.”

“But…” Sujeong pouts, breath a little shaky. “I thought… he loved…”

Your left hand comes down from her hair to hold her hands again. “Hm?”

Dropping her head, Sujeong is about to mumble “you”, but instead, she gasps at the sight of your ring finger.

Which sports a silver ring she’s never seen on you before.

“Not you too!” she squeaks, utterly betrayed.

“Ah— Sujeong, it’s not—”

“They’re not better than Mr Boo, are they? I know he’s a meanie because he’s getting married but— but, you’re doing it too! You’re getting married and he’s going to be sad because he loves you! He does! I saw! He looks at you like the boys in the movies! And he talks about you all the time — even when it’s math time! You’re the music teacher! There’s no music in math!” Sujeong is starting to lose her breath, using it all up, but she can’t stop. “So you can’t marry someone else because Mr Boo loves you! He— he shouldn’t marry someone else either, but that’s why we have to stop him! I can take you to him right now. We can show him how sad you are, because you are devastrated—”

“Devastated, sweetheart,” you say, then shake your head because that’s really not important right now. “I mean, I’m not devastated. I’m very happy.” Smiling, you hold up your hand and show her your engagement ring. “I’m going to marry someone I love, and so is Mr Boo. It’s a good thing. We’re both happy.”

Sujeong looks up at you through wet eyelashes, taking in deep breaths. She pouts, but doesn’t say anything.

You sigh, still smiling. “So be happy for us, okay?” You lift her chin with one finger, your other hand giving her smaller one a soft squeeze. “Don’t worry about our boring grown-up problems, and go play with your friends while it’s still recess. You know it’s social studies after, right?”

Sujeong lets out a little gasp. That’s right — there must be only a couple minutes left of recess, and she needs to gather up her classmates for an emergency meeting.

New mission: find out how to break an engagement.

Two of them.

Future president marine biologist interior designer divorce lawyer Kim Sujeong has her work cut out for her.

⭒

Once all the students have been picked up and all his prep work for tomorrow gets finished, Seungkwan packs his things and heads to the music classroom. The door is open, but he raps his knuckles against it and leans against the door frame when you look up from your desk and smile at him.

“Ready to go?” He smiles back.

“Just a second, Mr Boo.”

You throw your things in the backseat of the car before getting in to the passenger seat next to Seungkwan.

“Sujeong seemed pretty put out with me today,” he says as he starts the engine, a slight smile teasing at his lips. He lifts his left hand and wiggles his fingers at you, the silver ring glinting in the sunlight. “Didn’t like my choice of accessory, maybe?”

You snort. “Yeah, that tie is pretty ugly.”

Affronted, Seungkwan gasps and puts a hand over his heart — and pink, star-patterned tie. “You love this ugly tie.”

“I do,” you admit with a sigh. “I really do.”

He likes it when you smile at him like that. You’re tired from the day, but you still laugh with him. It’s a beautiful feeling.

“Sometimes I feel like we should just tell everyone,” you say, staring at the ring on Seungkwan’s finger.

He chuckles. “You’re the one who said you wanted to hide it.”

“Yeah, from the faculty while I’m still new — I could already tell they wouldn’t want a couple working at the same school just from the interview.” (Seungkwan thinks that the rings are a dead giveaway, but you seemed so excited to wear them this morning that he hadn't said anything, and he's not going to now.) “I didn’t think the kids would get so invested, though" you continue. "Sujeong’s mad at you for ruining her OTP, by the way.”

“Just me? You’ve got a ring too, y’know.”

“Yeah, but Sujeong likes me more.” You stick out your tongue at him.

Seungkwan scoffs in disbelief. He reaches over the gear shift and grabs your hand, linking your fingers together. “Whatever. Sujeong will have it all figured out by next year.”

You raise an eyebrow, but give his hand a squeeze anyway. “She will?”

“Well, it’ll be pretty obvious when you have my last name.”

It’s your turn to scoff. “As if. You’re taking my last name.”

Seungkwan doesn’t argue, he just pulls your hand up in his and presses his lips to your knuckles.

“I don't mind the sound of that.”

[harrysmimi]

Coffee And Pancakes

Synopsis: One where Harry visits this cafe everyday for this one person he likes (requested)

CW: mentions/slivers chronic pain pls put your mental health first and read with caution if it if something that bothers you. I wrote this because it hit home to me the most combining two requests I got.

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Harry very much liked to visit new cafes in the city everytime. Especially if they served healthy breakfast options.

This Cafe restaurant he goes to particularly caught his special interest, all because of this barista who works there. He saw her the very first day he decided to check out the place, he noticed she was wearing his a crewneck from his old solo merch instantly telling him she was a fan. She also wore a baby green baseball hat to hide the hairnet which he saw every employee wearing. His favourite was her big glasses with dainty frame she wore always.

Since then everytime he visits he liked to watch as she tries not to freak out and take each of his orders, how she stutters even though he orders the same thing everyday he goes there. He liked to talk to her, her name is YN and she works there full-time, he's gotten to know that much about her so far.

But he also remembers her mentioning how Niall once reacted to her video of singing his song on some YouTube channel a few years ago when she was talking about One Direction with her this one very beautiful day. She even suggested he does the same and his fans would love to see that.

Today he was accompanied by his friends and his sister as they were going to catch up after a long time. Gemma has been bugging him to hang out with her so he took out the day for her as his usual schedule consists of going on a walk, after a shower head to the cafe and go straight to studios. He needs to give his family some time too!

Though it made him a teeny bit upset he couldn't talk to YN. But there was always another day, unless she decided to quit her job for some reason. He also really enjoyed his day with his sister and their mum also joined them later.

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It wasn't until the next four days Harry got to see YN again, apparently she wasn't there for work for some reason. It was a friday so he had to wait the weekend but his heart was broke again he didn't find her there on Monday either. He was again disappointed today thinking he wasn't going to see hee there and her friends didn't know when she'd be returning, he didn't ask that because that would be creepy but he over heard a few of her friends talking about her.

Did she quit her job?

He still needed a coffee so he still went the cafe and planned to directly head to studio, call Mitch and Ben early today. Just as he entered the shop he could take a few peaks at the same baby green hat he saw everyday by the coffee machines. Harry's tummy started fluttering with butterflies as he did. He ordered his usual coffe and Pancakes with extra maple syrup.

"Hey you," he heard her voice chirp as she loaded the espresso machine.

"Hey you," he couldn't help the smile which dared to take over his features, "haven't seen you here in a while, how are you?"

"I'm good, I am good," she nodded still getting on with her work, she took out almond milk from the fridge as she poured it into the metal jug and proceeded towards the frother. "How are you? I wasn't in for work for two days, graduated last Friday."

"Oh, congratulations!" he was quite amused by the new information, "what did you major in?"

"In Indian classical music, minored in music history." She seemed very proud of herself though he was quite unsure if it was the degree she was talking about or the pretty design he poured onto the latte she just made, a little swan he could make it out to be.

"Impressive." He commented earning a soft puff of giggle from her. He swore his heart broke into a million pieces then and then watching that smile and giggles of her voice.

"Just a minute." She excused herself and called out the customer who's order was just made, and proceeded to make his coffee.

Harry truly didn't know how to take the conversation ahead. He didn't wanted to ask her what her future plans are with music, it truly had him fascinated because well he's a musician himself!

"Here are your pancakes with extra maple syrup and coffee." YN gave Harry his order, "enjoy!"

"Thank you so much, love." He smiled taking the tray from her as he went to his original spot next to coffee station where she's usually doing her job. He saw she'd drawn a little smily at the end of his name on the cup, something she'd do here and there to show off her doodling skills.

The cafe was silent, there was no ruckus by angry entitled customers as he read his book and indulged his breakfast. It wasn't until a teenage couple walked in and he noticed a bit of banter going on at the cash counter.

"Come on, you drive a fucking tesla, how is one coffee going to affect you?" The young guy said, YN was stood right there with nothing but anger and disappointment on her face.

"I work here, get out Asher." YN sighed, "Ashlyn do you still want your order?"

"Yes, please." The girl nodded and paid for her order.

"I'm going to tell Mumma about." The guy warned her.

"Go on," YN rolled her eyes, "I am not giving you any free coffee, you're old enough go get a fucking job and stop being a fucking brat that you've grown to be!" She turned to the girl, "Ashlyn your order will be ready in five."

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Now it's been almost a month to that situation but it's been on Harry's mind all this time, even though he knows It was none of his business and he's seen her deal with rude customers before but he reckoned the teen was her brother by the conversation.

YN on the other had have had enough from her family, especially her little brother. Being the second oldest of six children she has always been taken for granted. But she carried on with her work that day pushing to take care of later when she's visiting her therapist on the Friday.

Harry was sat in the cafe this morning like usual, eating away his pancakes. Promise, he doesn't eat those everyday, it's only for when his mood strikes!

"Hey Harry!" A voice called from behind catching his attention. It was his friends Kyle who he's known since school.

"Hey," Harry greeted him, "haven't seen you in a long time." They shared their usual bro-hug and sat down.

"Yeah, I've been busy lately with the restaurant we just opened." Kyle said. "Never thought you'd be the kind to go out to get breakfast, how do you like it here so far?"

"Oh, I've been coming here from last month or so." Harry smiled sheepishly not wanting to share the exact reason why he's been going there for that long, "it's quite nice in here, the staff's amazing, so is the food. You should try their muffins."

Kyle chuckled, "this is my mum's cafe, I come by to check in on stuff when she can't." He shared, "and yes the muffins are our speciality here. Grandma's recipe."

"Ah!" He smiled, finding it amusing, "no wonder why it's so good then! Gran Bunny makes the muffins."

Harry felt nostalgic. He'd go over to Kyle's whenever and his grandma would have something or other to force feed him and his friends as kids. He doubts she'd spare any of them even now that they're all grown ups pushing their thirties. Some of Harry and Kyle's would admit to online go over to the boy's house for food which he did not mind, his family loved having people over.

"Have you been to Holmes Chapel  lately?" Harry asked, be hasn't been there in a long time either.

"Yeah, I was there last week to see Granny." Kyle shared and they talked, catching up. Harry kept stealing glances at YN as she went about her work as usual catching his attention here and there. "Have you got a crush on her, mate?" Kyle said catching all of Harry's attention at once.

"No," he shook his head, "why'd you say that?"

"You're literally staring at her."

"No I'm not." Harry refused to admit it to his friend who's technically also YN's boss.

"She's a nice girl, a little too young for you I'd say. But you can try asking her out if you wish." Kyle teased his friends sat in front of him, slumped on his chair poking at the last buts of pancake on his plate drenched in maple syrup.

"What do you mean too young?"

"She started working here when she was 15, Granny says, as a cashier but she stuck around its been about good six to seven years since." Kyle shared, "she's got more patience than a turtle and has out lasted many of our older employees here."

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Harry was walking home at around eight-thirty from studio calling it a day for writing. He was frustrated with the writers block he's been trying to get over from past two weeks. Busy on his phone texting his creative director about the new single from his previous album, he bumped into someone.

"Ah!" The person hissed in pain as they stumble back on their feet.

"Oh my god, I am sorry. I wasn't looking—" he stopped seeing it was YN, he looked to his left to see he was just passing the cafe she works at. "Hey, you okay?" He enquired watching her squeeze her hand in pain. He didn't bump into her that hard, did he?

"You want me to help you with something?" He asked, concerned as she was still hissing in agony. It scared him because he didn't know what was happening, was she playing a prank on him? But he saw a sheen in her eyes before sucked in a deep breath. "Did I bump into you that hard? I'm so sorry?" He spoke again, he noticed there was keys in the keyhole of the door, she was closing up.

"Oh no, lemme see." He carefully reached for her hand to see if she's injured severely. But she wasn't.

"I, uhh, no it's okay. I'm fine." She assured him, pulling her hand hand from his.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure." She nodded and proceeded to lock up the door. He found it adorably weird how she used her knuckles to turn the keys. "You needed coffee this late?"

"No, no I was on my way back home." He shared, "are you sure I didnt hurt you?"

"No you didn't, you're fine. I'm fine." She rushed.

"You work this late?"

"No, took up extra shifts for this month." She shared.

"Okay." He nodded, stood there awkwardly not knowing what to say. She sighed.

"Okay I'll take your leave now, have a good night, Harry." She smiled. Harry swore his heart was about to burst.

"Uhh, yeah. Good night." He nodded, trying to reciprocate the same smile without coming out as a creep. She started her little penguin-esque walk upto the side walk all bundled up in her oversized hoodie and her coat, it was getting colder. He watched her unlock a Tesla — so that douche bag wasn't wrong about it!— and was about to get in before he rushed upto her. "Hey, YN?"

"Hmm?" She turned to him, her car door between them.

"Are you free tomorrow after work?"

'Oh my god! Okay it's happening!' the inner Michael Scott started screaming inside his mind as he asked the question. But she looked at him confused.

"I don't have worked tomorrow, why?" She said canting her head a side, a smile threatening to tug on the corner of her lips.

"I, ehm, wanted to—" he stuttered feeling his throat go dry in instant, "I wanted to ask if you'd like to grab a coffee or maybe lunch?" He blurt out just before rushing to add, "If, if you wish."

YN swallowed thickly as she looked at him for a moment longer, not believing what was really happening. The guy she spent minority of her childhood and all of her teenage years obsessing over is asking her to grab a coffe with him? Is she dreaming? She contemplated how to answer him, not wanting to break his heart. No one has asked her out since she was in highschool and that too ended horribly to add to her many traumas.

"I... uhh... Harry!" She found it difficult to find words from her vocabulary, "I, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow in the morning. It might take me whole day."

She's telling the truth okay!

The way his puppy face turned into one of upset made her heart drop to her stomach, she doesn't want to turn him down. "That's okay." He sighed, looking down at his vans toeing at the concrete pavement.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" He lifted his head up to look at her. Soft, tiredness never left her features, a gentle crease between her brows.

"I'm not turning you down," she said, catching full and more of his attention, "if you'd like we can still go grab dinner or go the next day."

"I, ehm, yeah I'd like that." He nodded, rubbing a nervous finger under his nose, his classic move when he's nervous. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"This would sound stupid," he mumbled under his breath before taking a careful step closer to her, but she heard him, "can I get your number so I can text you tomorrow?"

"Sure." She smiled. He's sure he's as red as an apple as he felt heat rush upto his cheeks and find it amusing enough to smile at. He fished out his phone from his back pocket and unlocked it before he handed it to her. She took his phone with her shaky hands as she typed in her number and name. Was it that cold? She didn't seemed nervous. Maybe it's just the minor adrenaline rush keeping him warm to even notice, it's nearing October. He even sent her a smiley made of colon and end parenthesis so she knows it's him.

"Shouldn't hold you back longer it's getting late." He said taking his phone from her and checking her new contact in his phone to make sure he doesn't text the wrong number later.

"Mhmm. See you." She said with a petite wave tickling at her finger tips. He waved back and waited for her safely get in her car and drive off before he headed back home himself.

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Harry couldn't bother to go to the cafe today, he made coffee at home today. It was pretty shitty but it was going to work and keep caffeinated him enough for the day at the studio. He felt very motivated to write today!

Though he kept picking up his phone and resting it face down back again throughout his studio session. He wanted to text YN and ask how's her doctor's visit going but that would make him appear as though he's been an obsessed creep of some sort, wouldn't it? He just can't get her off his mind there. He hoped she's doing fine even though he doesn't know her that well yet.

He felt anxious to text her but he told her he was going to. Excusing himself Harry picked up his phone and headed out for a moment. Finally clicking over her contact he saw she'd saved it with her name, plain and simple, he took that extra second to add a little sparkle emoji next to her name before he started drafting her a message. There was around quarter left for six.

- Hey you,

- how's your doctor's appointment going?

He cringed at his question. Three dots appeared on his screen indicating that she's writing a response back.

YN ✨

- Hey you,

- I'm so bored sitting here !!! 😩

- how is your day going?

He chuckled at her choice of emoji at the end of her complain.

- been in studio since morning, so I'd say I'm having an amazing day.

YN ✨

- I am soooo jealous!

- hey, it's my turn now I'll text you in a bit.

He took in a long breathe of relief that it's going to be over for her and he can take her out later. He stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

"Lads, I think we should wrap up for the day." Harry announced reentering the studio room.

"I'm staying to work on this tonight." Ben said, lifting his head up from the computer to look at him.

"Have you been seeing someone?" Sarah pointed out. She has been accompanying their writings sessions lately with Mitch. "You arrive at the studio late, you leave early. What is going on?" Even Mitch shot him his own suspicious glare from where he was sat next to Ben.

Having been put up in a spot Harry froze on his spot for a moment. He wants to keep this to himself if anything further happens for a little while, "no, I'm just hungry. I'm making pasta today, do you guys want to join?"

"Nah, I'll pass this time." Mitch waved him off before getting back to jis work with Ben. He used his cooking as excuse because no one likes when he cooks. He's agree he sucks at it, especially when it comes to pasta dishes.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." Harry said after he'd gathered his stuff, "Sarah, bring your baby tomorrow."

"Aye!" She gave him a salute as he walked out.

Harry drove back home and hopped in shower taking his time to clean up as he's gone straight to studio after his intense run after Mitch called him up to play him a new tune. Just when he was out of shower he recieved a text from YN.

YN✨

- it's finally over! 😭

- oh, I hope you don't mind me. I've been complaining since you texted me

He chuckled. Of course he doesn't mind her complains over text. He could listen to her all day, everyday if she lets him.

- it's fine love.

- do you still want to grab dinner?

Honestly, he felt more comfortable now asking her questions. And he's really looking forward to this.

- yeah, I'll be home in thirty.

He smiled checking the time. It was half past six. He typed his message leaving her enough to get home and get ready if she wishes.

- I'll come and pick you up at 8?

- is that alright?

Harry felt so stupidly smitten that everytime those three little dots appeared on his screen his heart never fails to almost jump out of his mouth. Her message came in along with her little address.

- yeah, that gives me enough time.

He threw his phone back on his bed as he walked into his closet pushing him into the biggest turmoil of the day; what is he going to wear?!

At the end he settles on a pair if regular fit jeans and his yellowish cream Bode shirt with a tank top underneath to keep him warm. He pulled out a jacket to go with it as it's already freezing cold outside as it's nearing October end. He made sure there was no dust and dirt on the piece of clothing which has been sitting in his closet for almost a year now. He left the house making sure everything is in it's place and all the windows and doors are locked.

YN on the other hand was panicking. For starters, she was stuck in traffic on her way back home, her water heater started acting up when she went to take a shower after sitting in a hospital for entire day. Plus her chronic pain did nothing but added to one and half hour she had to get ready.

It was nearing winter which meant her arthritis was going to flare up, that meant more frequent visits to her doctor and physiotherapist. October has been truly a spooky season for her from past ten year now. She was just eleven when she had a life changing diagnosis, which her parents never bothered to look at for the longest blaming it on her introvert-ness. But now she's been living alone since she moved for college, life has been more easier on her.

Living alone came with it's own perks. No one bothered her. No one told her what she can and can not do. Living alone meant more savings, especially after she found herself lucky that her grandfather left her tuition fees in his will. She was able to buy herself a flat, it's been just a year she moved into her own home, no longer having to live with creepy roommates or crappy flats. Her brother has been very jealous of her recent purchase of her Tesla, but that was a different story. No one believed her working at a cafe got her all these things, she could careless.

Just as she was starting to put on her make-up to look tad bit presentable with her tired face with massive dark circles. She got a text from Harry saying he's waiting for her. She doesn't quite know if it's a date or he wants to hang out, but she had two options which are, go out with him bare faced or make him wait for ten more minutes.

God she hates being late!

Harry had to wait all for five minutes before he got a text from YN.

YN✨

- omg I'm so sorry!

- I need five more minutes plsss

- you can come up.

- pls

- it's very cold outside!

- I feel so badddd

He laughed at her frantic texting. He recieved a number of her flat with another row of apologies and asking him to upstairs as it's very cold outside. He took up her offer after contemplating. He took the lift up to her floor and walked down the corridor finding hers. Her door was right at the very end of the hallway. It was very calm and quiet.

Taking a deep breath he tapped on her door with his knuckles not opting to ring the bell. Still hoping he was at the right door, he was proven right when her door swung open.

"Hey you," he smiled.

"Hey, please come in." She stepped aside. "I just need five more minutes. I promise I'm not like this!"

"Hey it's okay, I'll wait for you." He chuckled. She brought him a glass of water.

"Please take a seat." She gestured at the yellow sofa in her living room, "five minutes." With that she walked into her bathroom.

YN house screamed that jt was her. Though she was still adding a few touches here and there. But what caught Harry's eye apart from bright yellow sofa with two coffee brown love seats in the living room was her little dining table for two which had an aquarium on it pushed towards the wall. He never thought she'd had a pet, let alone a fish. He pulled himself a chair as he admired the beta fish living a good life in it. He saw a little yellow sticky note with a messy writing on it which said 'His Royal Highness, King McFish the first'.

He didn't realised he let out an audible laugh reading that until his own voice rang through his ears.

"Don't laugh." He heard YN call from her bathroom, probably getting ready. She walked out all ready. "I didn't name him that."

"Who did?"

"It's my neighbours daughter, I baby sit her some times." YN shared walking to her balcony and shutting the door closed. "She named him that because she was eating McDonald's that day."

"He's a royal then, isn't he?" Harry chuckled hearing the back story still watching him swim around. And he doesn't blame the little girl, the fish was really looked royal. Black fins with a yellow body, truly calming and easy on eyes to watch it swim around.

He finally looked at YN, she was ready. Dressed in a pair of brown panta, a white over sized turtle neck sweater which looked handmade. He was blown away seeing her hair which would usually be covered by a hair net at work. She'd decided to braid her long hair leaving it draped up front over her rught shoulder, her curtain bangs styled perfectly. He noticed she had even put on just a tad bit of makeup.

"I like your jumper." He commented watching walk upto the table.

"Oh!" She sounded, looking down at her jumper running smoothing sweater paw over the front, "thank you. I made it."

"I thought so." He smirked proud of his little judgement. "Are we ready to go?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded, grabbed her coat hanging on the vacant chair, slipped her phone and a chapstick into a pocket. All the while Harry waited patiently for her as she slipped on her shoes before they headed out. Like a gentleman he is, he got the door for her. He was quite liking her taking her time, it only meant he got more time himself to spend with her that way. Though he was infatuated by her pet fish for a moment there.

"Are you sure I didn't hurt you last night?" He enquired as he drove them to his favorites Italian diner, watching her squeeze her hands. Maybe he was reaching and she was just nervous.

"No, you didn't." She turned to look at him wanting to say something further but shut her mouth.

She didn't wanted to tell him her medical history there. It wasn't his fault that her body turns more fragile during colder months, it was a tiny accident. And that was her nervous tick. She's going out on dinner with Harry after all!

This was her first date (if it was because he didn't specify it when he asked her) after that shitty prom date she had, when her girlfriend ditched her last minute to go with the football team captain instead. She wasn't all that heartbroken because they were dating merely two months before. YN had best time regardless with her two best friends.

"Is this a date?" She wondered.

"Of course it is. Do you still want it to be?" Harry spoke taking her by complete surprise.

"Did I said that out loud?" YN gasped covering her mouth in disbelief. She knew it she is going to fuck it up!

"I can read minds." He shrugged glancing at her occasionally as he drove, "you were thinking way too loud."

YN just shook her head sheepishly, feeling her cheeks heat up and heart basically jumping in her ears. Harry had a good laugh teasing her there.

God, he looks even prettier in person!

She couldn't believe she's going on a date. Let alone with Harry. This was something she was sure she would be telling her grandkids in future for sure.

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Harry pulled a chair for YN before he took a seat himself. They were immediately greeted by the waiter with a menu card. She noticed it had all kinds of beverages on it, especially majority of alcoholic ones. It was a bummer she doesn't drink as alcohol clashes with her medications. She can't even drink more than half a cup of coffee a day because of that.

"Have you decided?" Harry asked.

"I, uh, I don't drink so I'll stick to water." She shared.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't ask." Harry said.

"It's okay, you didn't know."

They were handed the menu card with starters and main course. She didn't know if they were going for both so she picked both not wanting to embarrass herself more in front of Harry. She used up the rest of her time to gather her courage to talk to the waiter.

Don't get her wrong, she works in the same field but she doesn't like to go out to eat for this exact reason. It gives her major anxiety and thanks to her mither who'd forced her to take French and Italian in school that she knew how to pronounce these dishes.

"Are we ready with your order for starters, ma'am?" The waiter asked her first out of both of them, great!

She glanced at Harry once before looking down at her menu picking first thing she saw in front of her having long forgotten what she actually picked, "I'll have, uh, a Caprese Salad, please."

Now when has be eaten a salad in her whole life?

Sure her friend Alex made her and their other friend Brielle the same salad, and she picked only the cheese in it. This was going to be way more embarrassing. Harry ordered some type of soup.

"How did your doctor's appointment go, everything alright?" Harry enquired.

"Mhmm," she nodded, "just a routine check up. I, ehm, have arthritis so I tend to get more... I don't know to put this— sick... during colder months." She finally shared.

Harry felt even more bad now, he definitely did not bump into her that hard but she's already in pain, even that small bump causes her to wince in complete agony, no wonder why her hands were shaky last night. It took him long to put two and two together then and there.

"I'm sorry, love, did it hurt bad?" He felt guilt build up in his gut.

"No, Harry," she rushed, "I told you it's okay. You didn't know." She cooed, reaching for his hand over the table.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I am sure!" She assured him.

"Okay." He nodded.

"You're writing new music you said?" She asked, curious.

"Mhmm." He nodded, "quite a hassle actually. Been going through a massive creative block."

"Awh!" She cooed again.

"Enough about me, you tell me now, what made you get a degree in Music?" He asked.

"Who doesn't love music?" She shrugged, "I certainly do."

"Yeah?" He chuckled at her adorably enthusiasm.

"My grand dad was a teacher, he taught Indian classical music his whole life." She shared, "him and I were very close so I picked up from his hobby and passion."

"That's sweet." He commented, "do you sing?"

"Meh, you can say that I sound more like a dying horse. I'm more into just the art of it, that's why I took the music history too."

"Huh, interesting." He canted his head to aside as he said so, "tell me more about it."

The entire Harry urged her to talk about what she liked and she did with that much enthusiasm. Harry later went with simple Alfredo pasta and YN with some Gnocchi, they even ended up switching. The fight to split the bill was won by Harry as he asked her out, so it was all on him.

"Do you want to get icecream or something warm?" Harry asked as they walked out of the restaurant.

"It's very cold for Icecream." She reminded him.

"Then something warm it is," he opened the door to his car for her, "would you like some hot chocolate, it's a bit late for coffee I reckon?"

"Yeah. But it's on me." She said buckling up her seat belt.

"No, no," he warned her as he drove to the nearest Starbucks as that's the only place which would be open that late. The driveway on the passenger side, as YN ordered for two hot chocolates and paid for it the moment they reached the window. "Hey, you're making me upset!"

"Too bad, too bad my friend." She shrugged stuffing her wallet back in her coat pocket, he just chuckled giving up arguing with her already. He drove to the next window and finally parked in the car park.

Taking in a long breathe, he reflected on his day real quick. Or his evening you can say. He liked his time spent with her like he expected he would. He longed to hear her talk more about literally anything, than hear her calling out people come pick up their orders at the cafe. He wanted to do this again with her. Go out or hang out with her.

"I had a really good time with you, Harry." She shared, leaning back on her seat comfortably.

"Yeah?" He turned his head to look at her, "I did too."

"I know I shouldn't say this, but this doesn't feel real that I went on a date with you!" She shared hesitantly.

"Well, to put you at ease my love, I'm a narcissist so I don't mind that." He chuckled, she scoffed jokingly at his comment. She had much more to say much it can wait for some other time which is not their first date. They sat there in silence, a comfortable one might we add sipping on their hot chocolates.

"Don't make it awkward, say something." She spoke after a while.

"It's not awkward." Harry shrugged. "Is there anything to talk about?" He wondered.

"Not really." She looked at time on her watch, "I've got work tomorrow, I think we should call it a night."

"Mhmm," he sighed sadly, pulling out of the car park, he started driving back to her place.

The drive back to her place was awfully short for his liking. He stopped by her building, and got out with her.

"Thank you for going out with me." He said, "hope we could do this some time again?"

"Yeah," she smiled sheepishly. "We could do that."

"We'll plan that out soon then, yeah?" He carefully reached for her, to his surprise she slipped her hand right in his. Her felt cold against his.

"Mhmm." She nodded, "hug?" Without a word uttered Harry wrapped her in his arms, in a warm embrace making sure to be extra delicate with her. She draped her own around his shoulders. "Text me when you get back, okay?"

"I will." He nodded, with a last gentle squeeze he let her go.

"Good night." She said, gently slipping her hand from him.

"Good night, love." He waved at her as he walked back into her building.

Sighing he got back into his car, drove home with a possible second date.

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2) Reminder that my requests are open atm.

3) it really calmed me writing this one. Hehe! The way of self validations I find. But I hope the person aho requested this liked it too. 🥺

Thank you so much for reading!

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[wilbursprincess]

Could you write a fic where the reader isn’t feeling well so Wilbur comes home from whatever he’s busy with to comfort you with snacks cuddles and watches your fav shows with you “ps don’t stress over the finer details I’m sure it’ll be great considering how great the rest of your work is”

“I’m Not Dying, Just Sick”

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of cold/flu symptoms (coughing, sore throat, fever, stuffy nose, and the like)

Another amazing ‘anonymous’ idea! I have written something similar before in my first bit of writing, which is some bonus content for y’all at the end :)

Fic below cut!

I groan, tossing the second empty tissue box of the day into the trash can by my feet, flopping back against the sofa with a sigh and a coughing fit. Of course, in the middle of cold and flu season, I hadn’t managed to avoid getting sick. I’d spent all day today and a good part of yesterday feeling sorry for myself, wrapped in blankets on my sofa and living off the soup Wilbur and his friends would periodically drop at my doorstep. As much as I’d like my boyfriend to be comforting me through this hell, him and the rest of the band were in the final days of finishing up their latest album, and I knew he was busy.

Before I can get up and get yet another box of tissues, I hear a knock at the front door, and struggle up from the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, to grab what I assume is another Tupperware of soup, but when I open the door, it’s much better than that.

“Oh my God,” Wilbur gasps, setting down the bag he’s carrying and wrapping me in a hug. “You look awful.”

I sniff. “I know. How’s the album going?”

He just shakes his head, ushering me into my house and guiding me back to the sofa. “That doesn’t matter. You’re sick!”

“I know,” I reply indignantly, gratefully catching the tissues he tosses at me and blowing my nose. “I thought you were busy.”

“How could I work on the album when my partner is coughing up a lung alone in their house?” Wilbur replies, taking my snotty tissue without so much as a wince and tossing it into the trash can. “I’m going to empty out the trash can and heat up some soup for you. Need anything else?”

I wince at the sharp pain in my throat as I speak again. “Maybe some tea and honey? My throat feels awful.”

“Coming right up,” he says, kissing me on the forehead and sighing. “You have a fever, too.”

When Wilbur gets back to the sofa, he’s carrying two steaming mugs and a bottle of cough syrup. “Thought a mug might be easier for you,” he says softly, setting everything down on the table. “Soup’s courtesy of my mum. When I told her you were sick, she drove it down for you.”

I cautiously take a sip, sighing with happiness as I taste it. “Mmm, just what I needed. She’s an amazing cook.”

He looks up from pouring some cough syrup into the measuring cup. “Aww, baby, I’m glad. Drink this, ok? It tastes awful, but it’ll help.”

After I wince down the cough syrup and wash it down with the rest of the soup, Wilbur ushers me upstairs to shower and put on fresh pajamas, and when I come back down, he’s turned my sofa into a nest of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals, leaning back against the cushions and beckoning me into his arms.

“You don’t have to look after me, Will,” I murmur as he wraps me into his arms. “I’m not dying. Just sick.”

Wilbur smiles, brushing my hair off my sweaty forehead. “I know,” he says softly, letting me snuggle myself closer to his chest as he turns on the TV. “But I want to look after you, because I love you. And no offense, but you look a little pathetic.”

“Pathetic?”

“Mhm,” he nods. “Like a cat that fell into the bathtub. But a cute one.”

I giggle, sipping the tea and honey he hands me. “I can’t possibly be offended at that.”

We settle into a TV marathon, Wilbur gently playing with my hair and occasionally handing me tissues as I need them. It barely takes a full episode of my favorite show for me to start to drift off to sleep, the last thing I remember is laying in my boyfriend’s arms, wrapped in warmth and the soft feeling of love.

*Bonus content! This is from my first ever piece of writing, which was a self insert about Wilbur and I. Obviously, I took my name out of it, but otherwise it’s unedited!

Wilbur groans, rolling over in bed to grab the water glass on the nightstand. He winces at the sharp, raw pain in his throat as he attempts to gulp some down.

Wilbur pulls out his phone, starting to type out a Tweet. ‘Note to self, he types. ‘don’t ignore your girlfriend’s sore throat and snuggle with her anyway. We both have strep throat. No streams for at least a few days while we get our voices back.’ He posts the Tweet, and likes and comments of sympathies come rolling in almost immediately. He scrolls through a few of them, trying to distract himself from the pain in his throat.

“Will, how are you feeling?” Wilbur’s girlfriend walks into the room, holding two mugs and cradling a pill bottle against her chest. “I made soup for you, and you need to take some meds. They’ll help, I promise.”

He groans and sits up in bed. “Since when do you have the energy to make soup?” He takes the pill container and shakes two into his hand, swallowing them with a gulp of water and a wince.

“Being chronically ill means you get used to functioning like this,” she shrugs with a smile. “It’s lentil. I blended it so it won’t hurt as much when you swallow,” she says, handing him the mug.

Wilbur cautiously takes a small sip of soup, relaxing when he realises he can swallow without as much pain. “This is good, baby, thank you.” He manages to give her a small smile.

She gets back into bed, setting her mug on the nightstand. “I made myself some hot honey and lemon. My mom used to do that for me when I got sick as a kid.” She carefully picks up the mug, taking the world’s tiniest sip. “Ow. Hot.”

Wilbur smiles at her. “See, we’re adults. We can look after ourselves,” he says after managing another sip of soup.

“The last time I had strep, I was 17,” she laughs. “My mom was out of town and my dad wasn’t helpful at all, so I had to completely look after myself. I had to make myself soup, keep track of all my meds, all that.”

Wilbur snorts. “Your dad didn’t help at all? Are you serious?”

“Well, he drove me to the doctors and picked up my meds for me,” she says, shrugging after another sip from her mug. “He had to tell everyone that his wife normally did this and he didn’t know what was going on. My therapist called it ‘weaponised incompetence’.”

“I would’ve helped you,” Wilbur says affectionately, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. “I would’ve even tried to make you soup.”

She snickers. “I can’t believe I got you sick too, Will. I still feel bad.”

When Wilbur walked into his living room a few days ago, his girlfriend was laying on the couch, complaining of a sore throat. He’d dismissed it as her singing too loudly at one of James’s gigs the day earlier, pulling her into his lap and kissing her before putting on a movie. They’d ended up not watching much of the movie, making out and cuddling instead. Little did either of them know that she had somehow gotten strep throat from somewhere, and Wilbur’s dismissal had gotten him sick, too.

“Don’t feel bad, baby,” he says affectionately. “This means we can cuddle all we want and not worry about getting each other sick.”

She smiles, leaning into his chest. “You’re right. We can just spend time together without worrying about anyone else or having to work.” She brushes his hair from his forehead, resting her hand on his forehead. “You still have a fever, by the way.”

Wilbur just laughs, pressing the back of his hand into her forehead. “You do too.”

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

twilight for the uninitiated

HEYLO BABYGIRLS, BITCHBOYS, AND BOYCOTTERS OF THE BINARY! It's your favourite (and I should hope only) Good Omens Mascot and Maggot Prince here. Yesterday (earlier today? idk I sleep in naps) way over on the maggots server some of y'all were insulting Twilight. Which I am 100% supportive of, but for Bildaddy's sake, you need to insult it CORRECTLY.

But should you have to hate-watch or hate-read it? Nah, you've got me. In middle school I got late to school because I was reading the books in the bathroom instead of getting ready. I'VE GOT YOU! Gonna mix up the book and movie for optimum enjoyment.

Dramatis Personae: Edward Cullen, aka Sparkles the Vampire. Bella Swan, aka Bella Sue. Jacob Black, aka Wolfy Eggfucker. Charlie Swan, aka Gunboy ACAB. And Dr Carlisle Cullen, aka Zaddy. @orpiknight taught me that word.

ALRIGHT! So Bella Sue's mum and dad are divorced and she lives with her mum. But her mum's like lmao fuck you when she gets a touring boyfriend and tosses Bella Sue to Forks, where it rains a lot, and where her dad Gunboy lives.

So Bella Sue grabs a cactus because that represents Arizona and hauls ass, and Gunboy makes awkward comments about her hair. Bonding! But then he gets her a pickup truck, which is wild-o.

First day of school and Bella Sue is very popular because Small Town and the boys are very tingly in the ballsacks if you catch my drift. Anna Kendrick asks her why she's white (YOU CAN'T JUST ASK PEOPLE WHY THEY'RE WHITE, KAREN!) and then promptly forgets she was in the movie.

INTRODUCING THE VAMPIRES! This is a vampire story, by the way. There's Himbo, Blonde Murderer, and they're dating/married. There's Bi Awakening and some constipated looking dude from the Confederate army, and they're dating/married (don't worry about it). There's Sparkles, of course, and they all walk into the cafeteria being Hot apparently. Sparkles stares at Bella Sue. This is to be a common theme.

Sparkles thinks Bella Sue stinks. No, like, literally, she stinks coz he wants to eat her and food smells etc. Bella Sue also has magic powers and Sparkles can't read her mind. He's like >:(=. Those are his fangs, btw. But then he goes away with his family to hunt animals and drink blood and comes back like :)=.

Bella Sue almost gets hit by a car but then Sparkles jumps in and pushes it away. He then gaslight gatekeeps girlbosses her, and googles adrenaline rush to explain it to her. AND GUESS WHO HEALS HER? IT'S SPARKLES'S DAD, AND MY ZADDY. He walks into the ER all blonde and gentle and competent. Oh and he's a vampire too and so is his wife but like his magic power is compassion and also he's learned to regulate himself around blood. And he's pretty. Zaddy.

He's so fucking pretty but then we have to go back to the Plot and some humans are being killed or whatever and Gunboy is takin' charge yo. Sparkles keep chasing after Bella Sue to tell her to stay away from him and finding her randomly to remind her to ABSOLUTELY STAY AWAY and then he stalks her in the night and has dinner with her after saving her from a gang to tell her to ABSOLUTELY STAY AWAY. Also, he's like 110 years old. Whatever.

Oh and Sparkles breaks into her room to watch her sleep at night. It's super duper romantic. (No, trust me, once you see Wolfy in the later books, this will be super duper romantic). Then he takes her to abandoned clearings in woods to threaten to kill her and he tells her to SAY WHAT HE IS and she's like MOSQUITE LEECH VAMPIRE.

AND THEN HE SPARKLES! A LOT! And they go to the Cullens house and play baseball and Zaddy is looking absolutely lovely and welcomes them and even stands off some random vampires that show up. But one of them likey-likey's Bella Sue's blood.

Bella Sue is like lmao fuck you you're not a good dad to Gunboy to keep him safe or whatever and runs away with the Cullens to keep herself safe or whatever. Idk man Zaddy is just very pretty throughout.

And then there's a ballet place and Bella Sue goes there to get murdered coz she doesn't want to be a burden to the Cullens (homegirl never been so real). The Cullens get there and kill the vampire but then she's vampiring so Sparkles sucks the venom out and Zaddy heals her. Looking pretty. Blonde hair, golden eyes, etc.

And then Gunboy and Bella Sue's mum show up and she goes home and she's like SPARKLES TURN ME INTO A VAMPIRE TOO and he's like yo wtf no you'll be a monster (I think he's just pissed he sucked that venom out for nothing) and she's like SPARKLES PLEASE UWU and he's like UGH WE'LL SEE and they dance at prom but anyway there it ends. It should have ended with a shot of Zaddy but anyway.

*influence voice* Like and subscribe Like and reblog for a part II coz there are three more books/four more movies. Gotta get that education. Now I have the urge to make a youtube video. Garn. ANYWAY LOVE YOU ALL BYE MAGGOTS.

[look-at-the-soul]

The Photoshoot - When we were young

(Golden Globes special edition)✨

Request: by my dear @zablife as part of my Adele challenge but also + Grandma’s series ♥️

The Photoshoot 2014, 2015

Lee, when you sent in the “When we were young” song I knew right away it would be one of the most special parts of this series, I knew I wanted them to go back in time but I still wasn’t sure where/when/how to add it to the series as it could easily fit into any part. Then when things happened, I remembered I had your requests in my drafts, I knew I had to add some Grandma into the mix, as it’d give me a different approach 🥰

If you don’t read this series, don’t worry! No spoilers!! You just need to know that Yael Murphy is a photographer and Cillian just won his first Golden Globe award.

Word count: 1,175

Based on Adele’s song “When we were young”

Knocking on the door, Yael looked at her husband, a smile growing in her lips.

“Your social battery is still low huh?”

Everybody loves the things you do

From the way you talk

To the way you move

Cillian chuckled and moved on the bed to make room for her.

“How do you know?” He accepted the cup of hot chocolate she was offering him, grateful for the warmth the cup was providing.

“Well you’re hiding in your old bedroom while everyone is downstairs.” She pointed out resting her head on his shoulder.

After the Golden Globes win, they flew back to Ireland and Cillian wanted to go straight home, but one look later from his wife and they were on their way to his parents house for a little family gathering. The Murphy family wanted to celebrate the award with him, but he was worn out, and not because of the jet lag.

Everybody here is watching you

'Cause you feel like home

You're like a dream come true

“You’re adorable, I swear.” Yael teased stealing a quick peck.

Cillian chuckled in response, she knew him so well. He wanted to hide underground after being exposed to cameras, the press and all the people gathered for the awards.

“No matter what you say, wining that Golden Globe it’s huge, and I’m so fucking proud of you and all you’ve done.” Something on his lap catching her eye. “You look just like her.”

Cillian shot her a look, surprised by her words. “It’s my grandma, you think…?”

“Totally, same nose, lips, her eyes were bigger but it’s the same kind, if she didn’t have curly hair I’d thought it was you dressed as a woman.”

A content sigh escaped Cillian’s lips and his eyes went back to the photograph he had found in that old album. His grandmother was wearing a floral dress while holding his mother as they stared at the cake. He had been looking at the albums his Mum had been showing everyone earlier and he couldn’t help but let his mind wander back in time, to his childhood around his Ma.

“She was adorable.” He added with a hint of nostalgia, his mind and heart going back in time too the townhouse property, where he spent a huge part of his life. “I remember being so nervous about a stupid prom thing, so one afternoon she was knitting something and I asked her if she knew how to dance…” Yael saw the way his eyes lit by the memories, his soft voice murmuring the little treasure he just remembered, “she stopped and almost threw the needles and yarn, and went straight to the living and started playing music, she showed me where to place my hands, how to guide-you know, lead the way… she made me hear the beat, but she said you need to feel the music.” He added mimicking a femenin voice with a chuckle.

“That’s beautiful.”

But if by chance you're here alone

Can I have a moment?

Before I go?

“She somehow is responsible of who I am today, you know? Those early years while my parents were working all day…” his voice went dry, “she was with me, we went together to the grocery store, we cooked together, the park, she even took me to church.”

Yael chuckled and made a funny face at his last statement.

“That was probably the last time you showed up.” She teased.

Her heart filled with even more love as she saw how tender his expression grew by the memories.

“When I started acting, she always asked me for the script so I could rehearse with her.”

Yael nodded, thinking how much it meant to him.

“And when I did this film The wind that shakes the Barley, the post office released some commemorative stamps, she went and bought a bunch and she’d say to her friends this is my Cill, my grandson.”

You look like a movie

You sound like a song

My God this reminds me, of when we were young

Yael got lost in his velvety voice, it was so immersive, driving her into the memory lane with him.

“The movie had a huge impact in her, since her father passed away in that very same war, trying to defend Ireland, she never got to meet him.”

“I guess in a way, you portrayed that for her, and gave her a closure.”

Cillian tilted his head towards his wife. “You think so?”

“Absolutely sweetheart, books, movies and music, have a way to heal us from the pain we didn’t even know we were carrying…” She squeezed his hand.

Let me photograph you in this light

In case it is the last time

That we might be exactly like we were

Before we realized

Turning on the next page, Yael stared at an image of a woman leaned against a convertible.

“The quality of these photos it’s incredible.” She couldn’t help but admire not only the beauty of the shoot, but the angle and background.

“This must be from my grandparents honeymoon.” Cillian frowned removing the film that protected the photographs. “Yup… I recall grandma saying they didn’t have a budget to go in a trip somewhere ese, so my grandad drove all around the coast.”

“That’s lovely.” Yael murmured placing the photo closer to have a better look. “They’re together in that one.” She then pointed out.

“That’s why they wanted to go back to Kerry every summer.” Cillian sighed. “He built a small house later and I remember staying over there for the holidays every single time, they had to sell it though.”

“Remember when we went? That was a long time ago.” Yael moved her hair away. “Haven’t been there in ages.”

“Time to plan a little holiday?” Cillian gave her his signature eyebrow raised.

“Should I start packing?” She teased, knowing he was eager to disappear for a couple of days. “I’ll book us a place.”

We were scared of getting old

It made us restless

It was just like a movie

It was just like a song

Moving onto the next page, Yael found the cutest photo from all times.

“Oh man! I can’t believe this!” Cillian laughed out loud, dimples showing.

“How come I’ve never seen this one?!” Yael’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “You’re the cutest little boy! Look at you!”

You still look like a movie

You still sound like a song

My God, this reminds me, of when we were young

She looked at her husband and then back at the photograph.

There he was, with the biggest smiles of them all with half his body inside of a vintage mailbox.

“I love every bit of this photograph. It’s perfect.” She beamed at her husband’s portrait. Pure joy and love oozing from every fiber of him.

He looked so carefree and happy.

Let me photograph you in this light

In case it is the last time

That we might be exactly like we were

Before we realized

“Wouldn’t it be amazing to bottle up that little one?” Yael expressed, thinking of her own childhood. “I loved spending the weekends at the cottage with grandma, she played a huge part in my recovery, always looking after me so my Mum could take care of everything else.”

Scrolling through her phone, she found a photo her Mum shared over the holidays.

As a child she loved playing dress up with her cousin, Val.

When we were young

“I remember the very same day my grandma made this dress for me.” Cillian offered his hand to her, to stare at the photo. “She made it out of a nightgown she loved.”

“Is that a Polaroid?” He asked looking back at his wife.

“Yes, my grandpa carried his everywhere.”

“Isn’t it great? How a photograph can take you back in time all the way down?”

Yael smiled proudly.

“That’s the magic of photography… in just one click, you can turn something into a lifetime memory.”

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Thank you for reading!!

I hope you liked this ✨♥️

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Can we have more falling in love with Sam or Alex headcanons? TYY

Sam and Alex in Love with the Farmer: Part 2

I'm going to make short fics based off these because my God. When? No clue. But it will happen.

Sam

Sam freaking adores you. You catch him watching you all the time. Whether it be across the pool table, from the other side of his bed - anywhere. He just can't get enough of you and it's turning the butterflies in his stomach into mush.

He follows you everywhere. Jodi has to force him to make reminders to be at home on time because he just gets lost in conversation with you. You walk by his house on your way to Marnie's from Pierre's and he spots you through his window. No matter what he's doing, he'll run to his window, open it up, and try to start a conversation with you.

"Hey Y/N! What 'cha doing? Wanna come and hang out with me and Sebastian? We were just doing band stuff."

"[you tell him you have to leave.]"

"Aw man. Well, come by later!"

Sebastian gave him A Look after that.

God, the hugs this man gives. If you're comfortable with physical affection, he's all over you. Absolutely loves having his hand in yours or his arm around your shoulder. He'll make any excuse to hold your hand: temperature, balance, keeping at the same pace, etc. If he could he'd never let you go.

If you catch him at the right time, he'll let you style his hair. It's fun to make it take weird shapes. And considering its length, you can actually form it into some pretty cool things. His favourite by far was when you styled it into a crown. Also, he loves the feeling of your hands in his hair.

Practice kissing.

You two have fake dated for Jodi at least once. He came to you freaking out over an important family dinner - the first one since Kent came back - and how Jodi asked him to bring a date. Jodi, of course, meant a friend. But Sam didn't quite realise that and thought she meant a date date. So, totally not because he wants to go out with you and just because 'you're the first person I thought of,' he asks you.

"Y/N, you've gotta help me out. We're having this dinner for Dad and Mum said I need a date. I know this is awkward, but will you go with me?"

Jodi's heart almost melted when she saw you come in hand-in-hand with her son.

Alex

I do not care what you think about Alex this is my blog, so he is a GENTLEMAN. Have you seen his grandparents? Boy was raised since age whatever he moved there to be a goddamn Good Boy TM. And by that, I mean:

He walks you home. This is because A), you seem to constantly run head forward in danger; and B), because... it's cute? After his mother's passing, I feel he'd be very anxious about those he cares for getting hurt, so he does his best to make sure you're safe getting home. In fact, he does this everywhere. Walking to the mines? Alex is there. Walking to Marnie's? Alex is there. Just going to see Clint? Alex. Is. There.

"Hey farmer! Want me to walk you home? It's pretty dark out; don't want you getting hurt."

Like Sam, he loves physical affection. Though, he's a bit more awkward about it. That confident persona is a sham, and we all know it. Most of the time you'll have to initiate it by asking for a hug or just grabbing his hand. The one thing he will do is wrap his arm around your waist (considering he's been given permission to do so).

God, the compliments! He loves everything about you and wants you to know. He's definitely someone to worry about your self-esteem. He's had his own doubts and knows that just because you act confident doesn't mean you really are. So, he's always sure to tell you what he notices about you in the hopes of lifting your spirits, even if your self-esteem is fine.

"Hey farmer, did you do something with your hair? It looks really nice today!"

Evelyn and George are, as stated in my other post, well aware. I know I talked about it in my other post, but I want to again. As I said, you're at his house for dinner almost every night. Evelyn being the purest thing in the universe is all sweet about having you over. George being George is a little rougher around the edges but still he's a lot more obviously kind.

Sleepovers! It's usually at his house after the dinners with his family. You two share a bed or he takes a mattress on the floor. You two end up talking in hushed whispers the whole night until someone falls asleep. If you do share a bed, he'll probably end up hugging you.

He works on the farm. It's a great chance for him to show off and spend time with you. He does all the heavy lifting while you do the smaller, more tedious tasks. It's a great way to spend time together and see how pretty you are. He doesn't really care about the pay, either. He just gives it all to his grandparents. He earns his own money at the ice cream stand, anyway.

EDIT:

Anon reminded me that with the male farmer George doesn't quite come around. I want to say that my family dinner HCs take place in a situation where Evelyn has sort of changed George's mind about those things, but I understand it doesn't quite fit with canon. Sorry about that! Here's a little extra tibit:

At first, George isn't very accepting. He grew up in a very conservative environment in which LGBTQIA+ was not looked upon fondly. Sure, he's grown a little bit (as in he's not going to puke), but it's still an issue. You can see he's very awkward during dinners, though he does his best to be polite. He liked the both of you before you before Alex started being more forward with his feelings. He just doesn't know how to feel.

It's Evelyn that gets him to come around. It really upsets her to see her husband be so dismissive to something very important to Alex. So, on a night they're alone she has a talk with him. She explains it's perfectly normal to not be in a hetero relationship. She forces him to read some books about raising LGBTQIA+ children (a little outdated since Alex is an adult now, but it's the best they've got). Eventually, a disgruntled George realises that maybe his home life was a bit toxic and decides the best thing for him is what makes Alex happy.

I hope this fixes the issue. I never meant to make that mistake haha. If there's still something wrong, please let me know (examples would be helpful). I really want to make sure my work is accepting of everyone!

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Gah, I could add more but I need to go to sleep. I'm really curious if any of y'all are interested in a little oneshot based off these HCs. Probably the dinner with Sam and walking home with Alex but pick any HC and I'll write for it! Looking forward to sharpening my writing skills.

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no but like lyla and you and matty at the wedding... she and you (she's in your arms) are the first to walk down the aisle before the other bridesmaids and charli, and she's good as gold but shyly clinging onto your necklace and it's the most adorable thing on the planet. george beams at the sight of you both - he kisses her little head and yours as you pass him actually it's really endearing. your bro! - and nudges matty (best man, standing right next to him. as always), who's tearing up a) because his girls look so beautiful and b) you're walking down the aisle towards him and he's going delulu (everyone else knew this would happen to him lmfao). nevertheless, he manages to chill enough that he can wink at you (and blush when you reciprocate), and stroke lyla's face and kiss your hand as you pass him. after you and matty have both cried through the ceremony, you walk back down the aisle together; he has lyla in one arm and your hand in his free one, and it's so sweet. less sweet when he covers her ears to whisper in yours "you look so fucking hot. am i getting to cop off with this bridesmaid tonight?", though, but you giggle and say "your mum agreed to watch lyla tonight, then?" - matty's like "didn't even have to ask her. she just offered", so you kiss him quickly and say "well, come and find me at the end of the night then, gorgeous", at which matty practically swoons lol. but then it's back to wholesome parent mode, while the wedding pics get taken and lyla needs a feed/nap before the reception (your friends/fam all take turns watching her, though, bless them). she gets a bit weepy during the speeches, though, so matty has to do his while he's holding her (she literally would not settle otherwise) - again, her little ears have to be covered at parts, but it's pretty funny. you dance with your baby for a bit, then denise takes her up to bed when she goes up herself and tells you to have fun lol; after that, matty's in Romancing My Gf mode, slow dancing with you and getting you champagne and kissing you when the two of you sneak out for smoke breaks. but he isn't doing it to turn you on, specifically - he just loves you, and he's having a good time celebrating his best friend getting married. speaking of, you dance with and chat to all your friends, and it's you who catches the bouquet when charli chucks it, much to everyone else's delight; carly and mrs mac look pointedly at matty like "get a move on, healy", and he rolls his eyes but there's a softness in them as he watches you get all cutely flustered holding the bridal bouquet. he brings it up to you during the next slow dance, like "you know, the next one of these things we go to COULD be ours. i do really wanna marry you, darling, s'all i've been thinking about today", and you smile into his neck and say "i'd quite like that. feel a bit left out at home, not being a healy lol" - matty's like "well, let's not wait too long to change that, then", and then you have a sweet kiss and continue dancing together. and yeah, of course, after the party ends you go back to your room (lyla is still with her nana) and get it on; it's sweet, but jesus christ, it's good, a "fancy clothes strewn across the floor, multiple rounds with a cigarette afterwards" moment. it's just dreamy, really <3

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Can't Catch Me Now

Part 1 here

13th Doctor x Reader (platonic on Reader's side, romantic by the Doctor)

Dhawan!Master x reader (Romantic)

Follows right behind where Part One left off

Follows the trope of The Master not realizing humans need time to heal, pining from the Doctor, Reader gets choked off screen by The Master

Yeah, theres going to be a part three

3,034 Words

You were covered in cuts, bruises, road rash and you were pretty sure you had a concussion but you still stood by his side. You were back in current time and you looked beaten up. The Master had dropped you off where the Kasaavin were going to start downloading into people, he gave you the warning to not touch anything smart. You stood by Barton's mother's body, as Ryan, Yaz and Graham came running in.

"She's dead, don't worry about her and do not touch the tablet." You ordered, a death grip on the chair as you wobbled slightly.

Yaz looked at you and then the tablet. "What happens if we touch the tablet?"

"When the Master and Barton give the word, the Kasaavin will start to download into your bodies, rewriting everything about you and using you as a hard drive. Master warned me already, in case I wanted to call him." You said, looking at them.

"You look really really rough, what happened to ya?" Graham asked and you let out a soft laugh.

"That would be The Doctor's work. Of course, she gives everyone hope wherever she goes. So Ada Lovelace shot The Master and then threw a grenade as I tried to keep him safe. You all saw me getting tossed out of the car too, and the Kasaavin taking me." You rattled off, recounting everything before sitting down on the ground, resting your head on your hands.

"What made you turn against us, anyway?" Ryan asked, and you let out a sigh.

"Haven't you ever wondered if there's more then what she showed us? I never turned against you guys or her, its just he gave me more. He showed me more. I didn't know he was The Master until he called me in a panic after she shot us into space to find her TARDIS. He came to see me, of course that was after the spider issue with your mum, Yaz. He told me the truth, he bared everything to me. He told me how The Doctor left him and and that was it. I felt for him, I still do. I just need a break after today. I've been shot at, tossed out of a car, teleported against my will twice, had a grenade tossed at me." You turned to look at them and you noticed the screen on the tablet had lit up and pinged.

Yaz leaned over and looked at it. "Humanity is over. You have three minutes to prepare." She turned and looked at you and you nodded.

"Welcome to the end of Earth. Really wish I stayed out of this plan." You said, starting to get up. You felt better now and barely wobbled although everything started to blur. You moved to push Yaz away from the tablet even more and you barely stepped before you had dropped to the ground

The Kasaavin started to appear as both the Doctor and Master showed up, and the first one to notice Yaz wrapped around your body was The Doctor. She ran and stopped by your body, shooting a look over to the startled Master. "This is what happens when you don't take care of humans, they end up unconscious on the floor, bleeding!"

Ada and Koor watched as The Doctor sonic'd your body and read the readings the machine gave her and she rolled your body over. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry he pushed you this far. How long have they been out?"

"A little while, they acted weird before dropping." Yaz said, focused on The Master being taken away by the Kasaavin. The Master was panicking and trying to convince the Kasaavin that The Doctor had edited the audio before they surrounded him and he was gone.

The Doctor picked you up and headed for The Master's TARDIS, dreading even bringing you back to that machine again, but noticed how the machine brightened up with you inside it and it was like you recognized the machine more than her.

"Koschei?" Your voice mumbled as The Doctor lied you down on the couch as The Master's TARDIS worked on bringing The Doctor the things you needed. Koor and Ada had followed, watching as the machine and The Doctor worked together to get you fully awake.

"Its me, The Doctor. I'm sorry, the Kasaavin took him away, you are in my care for now." The Doctor said, spraying your hands to clean out the road burn you had. "Can you tell me about our first adventure?"

"I watched you land in the train, and I immediately ran over to you. You looked like an old friend I had missed. I didn't even care about the fact Tzim Sha was probably going to kill us, I just wanted to help you." You had drifted off again, head dropping to the arm of the couch again.

The Doctor worked on keeping you focused each time you woke up and the final time, before you had finally woke up fully, you were settled in The Doctor's room in her TARDIS. Everything was somewhat back to normal even after the last couple of days being filled with betrayal and deception.

~

You were sat on the steps, in one of The Master's hoodies, while the Fam and Doctor stared at you. The Doctor held no anger toward you, she loved you to much to blame you, while Yazmin, Graham, and Ryan held anger.

"Why him? There must've been red flags." Yazmin asked and you shook your head.

"He's perfect in a human sense, he didn't kill anyone until I was brought into the plan. I didn't know about Vox until C was killed, Kos- The Master made sure I didn't. I wasn't there when he killed C. I was in his TARDIS, finishing up the preparations for my part of the plan." You didn't fully try to defend The Master or yourself, letting them know everything.

"When did he fully reveal everything?" Ryan asked and you smiled softly.

"We had a date, and he told me that he was just like The Doctor. He had two hearts, could regenerate into a female. Came from the planet Gallifrey, he sat me down and had said that The Doctor isn't all who she said she was and that I could get a second opinion with him, as I did with him before. We had nightly calls. Of course many of them I fell asleep with him on the phone. He's nice, at least, he is to me." You said, eyes flickering to The Doctor with that last sentence.

She smiled at you. "He can be nice, he was for years. I'm glad he's nice to you."

Graham's face scrunched for a moment. "Wait, how do we know this isn't another trick of his?"

Your face scrunched up and you got up, pointing at Graham. "You think that I can't act like this? That I can't think for myself? That he forced me to be like this?"

The Doctor immediately sent a pointed looked toward you. "You picked up on his anger with how much he's been in your head, love. He's rubbed off on you."

You pulled your arm back and looked down. "I love him, I... I can't fully explain how I feel for him. I won't forgive what he did but I can explain why."

Yazmin scoffed and tossed her arms into the air. "So love fixes all?"

You took a deep breath and looked at Yazmin. "You'd all forgive The Doctor in a heartbeat if she did something like this, and she has. I'm sorry Doctor, he told me what I needed to hear. We won't always stay safe with her, one of us is going to die in the future."

Ryan looked at you. "So you believe everything The Master has ever said to you?"

You nodded, settling back down on the step. Your hand rubbed your face, a mimicked movement of comfort you picked up from The Master. "Time Lords can read and manipulate minds, yes. I have a link with The Master, he can hear my thoughts and he can project his into my brain and I'll hear him. I was talking to him the entire time on the plane. He can hear when I'm in danger."

"So he's listening to us right now?" Yazmin asked and you shook your head.

"Ever since the Kasaavin took him, I haven't heard from him. I'll let The Doctor know if I hear him but I doubt it. He doesn't have an Ada or that weird teleportation Yazmin got." You replied, a hand reaching up to rub your head, a headache starting to form and you tried to hide the hope on your face.

"Are you lying?" Yazmin asked, looking into your eyes.

"Would you like me to be? To blame everything on me? Because you can and I won't blame you, but his actions are his and mine are mine." You said, standing up and starting to pace.

The Doctor finally looked at you, something had been bugging her. "Why did you feel the need to get a second opinion about me?"

You stilled, turning to look at her. "I don't know, my gut."

The Doctor tried to hide the pain on her face and you grabbed her hand. "I want you to know, I had no clue he was going to put you in the Kassavin's dimension. I still don't know why I was brought there either."

The Time Lord finally looked away, taking in a deep breath. "I thought you being away from him would break whatever he had in your head. There's nothing except that link tying you to him."

You tightened your grip on her hand. "If it will make everyone feel better, why don't I block the link? He taught me how."

'Don't even think about it!'

You took in a gasping breath and The Doctor moved to sit you down. "I'm gonna block him for you, love, okay?"

"I just got him back, please." You looked into her eyes, your own trying to project the fear you had of not hearing The Master ever again, he had become such a prominent force in your thoughts that it almost felt wrong.

"I'm sorry, It'll just be a second." The Doctor put her hands on your temples and started to block The Master. You closed your eyes, trying to fight the instinct to fight back, you had suggested it after all.

~

It had been a few months since The Doctor placed the the block and you were back to how you were before The Master's return. You missed him, of course, but you weren't exploding in anger much anymore and The Doctor approved. She had been clingy since everything had happened. You let her lead you around everywhere by her hand, you assumed it was from her needing to see you safe, you had been the most injured.

Yaz, Graham, and Ryan had finally started to trust you again, although any time you snapped, it was assumed The Master had broken into your mind. You didn't mind though, it was sometimes nice to be left alone in those instances. Of course, a hiccup had to happen.

Judoon had started to hunt down The Doctor and Ruth and you were stuck on a ship with Jack Harkness who brightened at seeing you. "Hey! Its you!"

"I've never met you in my life." You immediately said, as Jack went back to pressing buttons on the machine. "There's a message for The Doctor that she needs to know. There's a lone Cyberman and she can't give it what it wants."

You immediately logged it in your brain, you and Yaz nodding in sync. Jack worked on inputting codes into this vortex manipulator. "And for you," He pointed toward you, "Don't fall for his tricks."

You had a confused look on your face, before you were dropped off in Gloucester. You didn't have time to think before you started to look for The Doctor. What you did catch was a glimpse of a purple sleeve and a waving hand and you took off. You ignored Graham yelling for you, and Yaz and Ryan groaning. "Should we follow them?"

"Leave them, if the Judoon get them, let them deal with it." It was said with sarcasm but Ryan did get looked at funnily by Graham and Yaz.

You stopped before a door, your mind ringing and screaming for you to open it, you opened it and your body relaxed immediately, the whirring and groaning of The Master's TARDIS was a welcome sound. You closed the door behind you and smiled. "Hi girl. What's goin on without me?"

You barely heard the Time Lord coming up behind you and the fingers digging into your temples, you fought the touch, instinctively. You tried to fight whoever was touching you and then you were asleep.

~

You woke up on the ground in Gloucester, the familiar feeling of The Master had returned and you heard the rushing footsteps of someone rushing up on you. "Was this the Judoon?"

You recognized the voice of The Doctor anywhere and you shook your head. "I tripped, might've hit my head."

You opened your eyes, meeting the concerned look The Doctor was giving. "Tripping doesn't give you choke marks, love."

'Oh so she's calling you love now, my name for you.'

Your face scrunched up in the overload of information. "I don't know."

"Just.. give me a moment." You mumbled scrunching your hands closed, trying to think if The Master would even choke you.

'I wouldn't sweetling, and you know it.'

'Then why do I have a feeling you did?'

'To give you a good cover story, lovely.'

You groaned out loud and you rolled over to get up. You knew immediately you were playing another game with him, another plan had needed you again. The Doctor watched you and helped you up, scanning your body with the sonic as you turned around to look at where the TARDIS door was and your heart dropped to see the door gone. "What'cha looking for?"

"Nothin'. Just felt like there was someone there." You said and The Doctor's eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, there's something going on with you. Lets get you to the TARDIS, she'll help keep you safe." The Doctor said, eyeing where you were staring as she led you to The TARDIS.

You had been curled up on The TARDIS steps, staring off at the console for a few minutes, trying to regain the lost moments.

'Its not going to work, poppet.'

'I know! I know!'

You felt someone sit down next to you and it was Graham. He handed you a glass of water and you smiled softly. "I wont tell. Just tell me who choked you."

You looked over at him and you took a deep breath. "I think it was the-"

'No, No, you don't get to spoil my return pet.'

Graham watched as you closed your mouth and sigh. "It was him wasn't it?"

You shrugged, you pointed to your head. "Not allowed to say."

"Come on, we can get The Doc to place another block." Graham wrapped a hand around your wrist, getting ready to pull you up with him.

"That's not the part I'm worried about, Graham. What if next time whoever did this, hurts me even worse? I could've had damaged vocal cords. What's next getting shot? Stabbed?" You aired your concerns, and Graham kept pulling you up and then into a hug. You held onto him for a minute before pulling away, feeling a sharp pain in your head.

~

The Master very angrily stared down at his console, kicking at its base. "Can't believe you let them in! I know you like them so much but they could've ruined everything and brought The Doctor running in!"

He was trying to keep the rage to a calm level, he had lured you in. He deliberately waved and landed there to get you all worked up, trying to get back to him. The console started to beep and an alarm went off, alerting him. Something was wrong with you, was it from him choking you? Did he damage something vital?

~

You had been dragged to The Doctor, Graham practically demanding another block be placed in your mind as you held your head. You couldn't understand much as the pain started to spike, this was worse than any headache you've had. You barely noticed getting scooped up into The Doctor's arms, her sleeves being crumpled under your weight in her arms as you whined. "It hurts."

"What did he do to you? I knew he was back, I knew he had done something to you. I knew it. Why didn't my scans notice anything?" The Doctor was rambling and when the two of you got to the med bay, she was ripping her jacket off and tossing it onto the floor.

She was running on autopilot, shouting up to the ceiling to hurry the TARDIS up. The machine was running her own tests, feeling the fear spiking in her driver. It was like the world had stopped when you went quiet, her head turning to look at you and you were sitting up. "Is everything okay, Doc?"

You hadn't called her Doc since The Master revealed himself and she took a minute to breathe and the tests had started to pop up on the screens she had in the med bay. "Yeah, everything's okay, love. You had a really bad headache."

The scans indicated nothing had happened, it was like you weren't even in pain at all. You looked over at her with a smile on your face. "Damn, must've been bad if you took off your coat."

The Doctor shook her head and sent a smile your way. "If you wanted my coat off so badly, you didn't have to get a sudden onset migraine."

You laughed and hopped off the bed, wobbling softly as your brain felt like it had moved. The Doctor came rushing over and held you up. "Don't need you smacking your head twice in one day."

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My Three Favourite Women (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

I hope you all enjoy this! A little bit of Alexia fluff to get us through to the weekend :) P.S Read My Three Girls if you haven't before this ;)

Alexia and Alba had dropped you at the airport first thing this morning which had been really hard for both you and Alexia. Sleeping next to the woman you loved and seeing how much help she still needed day to day made getting on the plane almost impossible. But she had told you to go, had told you to win it for her and for Eli, told you to show what the parents that never wanted you what they were missing.

With her words of encouragement and the engagement ring she had given you once home from the restaurant last night, a ring that also came with the complaint of you stealing her thunder before she could get down on one knee herself, you flew back to your birth country.

The next two days passed by quickly and before you could blink you were at the stadium ready to play in probably the most important game of your international career. After you walked the pitch with your team you all got some time to ring your families before phones were taken away.

FaceTiming Alexia you were happy when all three of your favourite faces popped up on the screen. “Hola familia, we’ve got here. The stadium is massive and I think the nerves are starting to kick in now. How are you guys? Ale how was physio yesterday?”

After catching up with what they had been up to and finding out that Alexia could now walk with only one crutch to hold her weight you finally noticed you didn’t recognise where they were. “Where are you guys? I don’t recognise the wall behind you?”

Alba was the one to speak which took your focus from Alexia who turned to her mother with a panicked look that you missed. “Ahhh we are just out for food, when we saw your call we stepped into a room to talk privately.” You were not fully convinced but decided you didn’t want to spend your last few moments with your family trying to find out something they obviously didn’t want to tell you.

“Ale?” You almost forgot to ask.

“Si hermosa.” The smile she sent you almost made you forget where you were. Then you remembered what you wanted to say and snapped out of your Alexia induced haze.

“Are you okay that I don’t wear my ring today? I don’t want to take away from the girls and their achievements.” You were nervous, you didn’t want her to think you were having second thoughts or anything.

“Your achievements too bebé. You have been amazing the whole competition you deserve this as well, in my eyes maybe even more. But yes of course that’s okay, the people I care about knowing know. Keep it safe though please?” You didn’t think you could love this woman more and then she goes and understands you more than you probably deserve.

“Te amo. Si it’s safe, Lucy’s mum has it safe and sound for me.” At the mention of her new teammates name Alexia smiled. It was no secret that she was extremely happy with the signing of the right back and not just because she was a fantastic player, no it was more the fact that you had one of your greatest friends with you. Your happiness was always on her top priority.

With a few more words of encouragement from them all you started to tear up a little as you spoke, “Las amo a todas mucho, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for all of you and I play for you all today. I’m sorry I couldn’t get you here physically but you are here with me mentally and I will play my heart out. I promise.”

With an I love you from both Alba and Eli, who both had tears in their eyes, Alexia spoke “Te amo mucho bebé, I can’t wait to watch you dominate that field today and lift that trophy.” You didn’t know how true her sentence was.

You blew a kiss to each of them before you ended the call and got yourself back together again. You had to play well for not only your teammates but for your loves at home in Barcelona.

You were sitting in your cubby putting the final bits of your kit on before the game. Your shin pads had words from Alexia written on them, you kissed the te amo and slotted them in the sleeves on your legs. You taped your wrist and wrote Eli, Alba and Alexia before taping over that and drawing a heart. You told them they were with you and they were.

“Ready?” Lucy was sat next to you a fact you didn’t even register until she spoke.

“Ready.” With a determined nod you both stood and followed the rest of the starting line out and into the hall ready to walk out.

The first half went by so fast that you were almost shocked to hear the half time whistle blow. You had turned the opposite way of the tunnel when Lucy called you to wait, her and Keira were making there way over. They slung their arms over yours shoulders when they got to you and you all start walking and discussing what you think you needed to do better second half.

You were just about to reach the tunnel when Lucy waved, you looked up assuming she was waving at her mother and you were going to follow but when you made eye contact with the brown eyes you loved you stopped.

There in all her beautiful glory was Alexia Putellas, her mother to one side and her sister to the other. Now you knew why they were in a strange room. The biggest smile broke out on your face and you waved up to them. They all sent you a little heart with their hands and that’s when you realised what they were wearing. Each one of them were in the white of England, Alba must have noticed because she turned around to show the back. You almost cried when you saw the big 22 and your name printed on her back. They really where your family.

Lucy and Keira tugged you forward when they knew you had all been stopped for too long. “How did you like your surprise?” You could hear the shit eating grin that was plastered on Keira’s face.

“You two are the best thank you.”

After a team talk from Sarina and a little hype up from Leah, you ran back into the pitch with a little more pep in your step. You had family in the family section, you actually had people there watching mostly you for the first time. You were going to do them proud.

The second half started better for your team, passes were being completed and chances were being made. After the first 10 minutes passed, you saw Toone and Russo kitted out and ready to come on. This change always sparked something as the two youngsters brought so much energy to the game.

You and Keira spoke with Ella as soon as she was on to hear what Sarina wanted from you and that was when you stepped back more. She wanted to free Keira up some more to put balls through to the fast paced players.

And that’s exactly what happened not too long after the change, you picked up the ball from a loose touch by one of the Germany girls. You played it the Keira who immediately looked up and spotted Ella’s run. You held your breath as she raced after the perfect ball and lobbed it over the keeper.

You all ran, you were 1-0 in the second half of the final. After the celebrations you all clapped as Beth went off and as Chloe ran passed you to get into position you gave her a encouraging tap on the back.

The clock was ticking down and Germany were pushing, you were trying your best to stop their midfield doing anything. You couldn’t stop their equaliser from happening though, you were all square once again.

Going into extra time was not what you really wanted, you were feeling it in your legs and you could feel the tension in the room.

“We’ve got this. We have played every game as if it will be our last and this one hasn’t been any different. Leah said it earlier but I will remind you all, you are the best group of players at this tournament, you have been the ones to beat since day one and that makes you all special. I don’t know about you all but I want to win this not just for us but for the families that have supported us through everything. So play for them, play for you and play for each other. If we do that we are unstoppable.”

You looked at every girl as you spoke and you could see the determination cross all of their features. The ref blew their whistle to signify you needed to get back on the pitch and out of the huddle.

When the final whistle blew you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. You dropped to your knees and cried. You could hear the girls running around shouting their joy. You were surrounded by two bodies before you could stand, you hugged them right back.

“I’m so glad I got to win this with you two.” The sentiment was shared by the other two women before the three of you stood up to join the rest of the girls.

When you noticed them all over by the family section you took off running. You knew you couldn’t celebrate with them yet, you had to stay on the pitch but that didn’t mean you couldn’t wave a cry with them in sight.

Looking up you saw all three of your favourite women in tears, you blew them a kiss before you were dragged into the celebrations. For the next hour you walked around the stadium celebrating with fans, collected your medals and lifted the trophy.

It was only when you walked off the pitch did the reality of what you just did sunk in. The medal around your neck was heavy and the voices where happy and loud around you. Alcohol was flowing and you knew it would be for a long time yet.

When you finally all got showered and changed, you were led to a room full of your families. For the first time since you left them 4 days ago the sense of home settled in you. You rushed into their waiting arms, the 4 way hug something you would never tire of.

“How are my three favourite women?” They all just hugged you a little tighter.

“I’m so so proud of you hermosa.” Alexia’s breath on your neck was all you needed to feel complete again. Pulling back you took the medal off and placed it over the love of your life’s neck.

“It suits you.” The ear to ear grin was the only reply you needed. She will win her own medal like this one day but for now you winning it for her was enough. You silently asked her with your eyes if it was okay to kiss her, she pulled you in my the front of your shirt before you could do anything.

You placed your hands on her hips to hold her steady as she let go of her crutch. You pressed the most gently kiss you could against her lips forgetting completely you were surrounded by a room full of people. When you heard the wolf whistles you pulled back a little, not before pecking her lips a few more times before stepping to her side and sliding you arm round her waist to hold her steady.

It was only when you went to speak to Lucy and her family that you caught sight of Alexia’s back, she had your number on it but the name on top had your heart beating out of your chest.

Putellas was clear for everyone to see and being as Eli and Alba had y/n it was obvious what Alexia was saying here. If you were unsure about what Alexia was saying to the room Lucy had your back. “I see we aren’t hiding that there are wedding bells in your future Mrs Putellas to be.” The nudge of your shoulder and nod in Ale’s direction had you shoving the woman.

“Stop you’re going to make me cry. I’ve never had a family that actually wants me, my last name means nothing to me and for her to want me to take hers I just.” The lump in your throat stopped you speaking. Lucy pulled you into her while Keira went to get Alexia.

“Hola hermosa. What’s wrong?” You didn’t reply just buried your head in her neck and let the emotions of not only the day but of the future you can now see for yourself go.

“You don’t know what seeing your name with my number did to me.” She placed a kiss to your shoulder before replying.

“You are our family bebé. This will be your last name soon.” The warmth spread through you and your smile grew larger than you thought it could. You felt her take your hand and watched as she slipped your ring back on your finger before pulling your hand to her face and placing a kiss over it.

You stood there surrounded by your national teammates right after winning your first major tournament, in the arms of the woman you would always love, with your mother and sister by your sides and you were happy.

[legally-lupin]

Collide-Prof! Remus Lupin X Student Fem! Reader

Warnings: minor smut nothing too drastic.

Reader is of age!- Remus never left Hogwarts after the incident in 3rd year.

(I’m a slut for prof lupin )

You sat in the great hall next to Hermione for breakfast. You plonked snapes assignment that was due today onto the table and got to work with a piece of toast in your mouth.

“Why are you doing it now?” Ron asked with a mouthful of food. You scrunched your nose at him

“First of all don’t talk with your mouth open I can see everything you’ve eaten and second I forgot to do it last night. I had detention with Snape and completely forgot.” You huffed rushing through the paragraphs

“Oooh y/n you’ve got an admirer” Hermione giggled looking at her friend's confused face

“What do you mea… oh” you looked around till her eyes landed on the teacher's table to see professor lupin looking at you with a subtle smile on his face. Y/n blushed slightly but continued with her assignment

“He hasn’t stopped staring at you since that day at the burrow” Harry smirked at his friend who just shrugged her shoulders. Mind is too focused on not getting yet another detention with Snape.

Flashback

That night at the burrow. You were staying with the Weasleys for a few days before school started again. You were all outside watching the boys play quidditch when someone apparated into the field. It was Remus lupin. He watched as George lifted you up in victory spinning you around whilst his twin looked gutted. He thought you two were dating as you were so touchy with each other.

“You did it!” He heard you giggle as he walked into the burrow to greet molly.

The crowd of teens unaware of Remus’s presence barged into the room George still carrying you with a big smile on his face.

“Mum, did you see me win? You should have seen Fred’s face-“ all eyes turned to Remus. He stood up from his tea and greeted everyone. His eyes stayed on yours a little longer eyeing you up and down. You blushed and buried your head into George’s neck. Remus looked at the way George carried you. a wave of jealousy crossed his mind before speaking up.

“Good evening all. Hope you’ve had a great summer so far” he received a bunch of positive responses from the group

“Remus is joining us for dinner so go get dressed and for god's sake shower boys!” she waved her children out. George placed you on the floor

“That’s the smell of VICTORY MOTHER!” He boomed before kissing your cheek and running upstairs to get dressed

Hermione looked at you smirking and you just smiled

“What?”

“George is so into you. And you're definitely into him” you blushed before pushing the girl jokingly. At the dinner table, Remus kept staring at you. Hermione was the one who nudged your foot and gave you the look. Your eyes locked with his. Why was he smirking?

Flashback over:

You all had DADA that morning and you were nervous, to say the least as the four of you walked into the class. You sat with Hermione and got your books out. You rested your chin on your hand whilst you waited.

“Good morning class” Remus's voice boomed through the class making you jump. A hand landed on your shoulder

“Sorry for the freight miss l/n. Today's lesson is going to be a bit different. You are going to be catching up on some assignments. I understand professor Snape has one due today. Has anyone not finished it?” Remus looked around as many hands including your own went up

“Ah, I see. Get to it then. I will be here if you need help” he looked at you after that last sentence and sat at the front probably marking essays.

You sighed in your seat as you finished it off. You noticed lupin looking at your legs and you realised your skirt was a bit too short. You blushed and pushed it down making the professor clear his throat.

“Miss l/n a word please?” You shyly got up and followed your teacher to his office. Giving Hermione a help me look which got blanked.

“Sorry professor Did I do something-“ you were cut off by his lips on yours. You stood in shock before melting into his arms and kissing him back.

“Did you wear that to get my attention love?” He growled in your ear nibbling at your neck. Your hands weaved into his hair making him grunt in pleasure l.

“Cause you’ve surely got it.” He growled you felt your knees get weak at his words. Your lips connected and A warmth formed in between your legs as he lifted your leg over his waist

“Professor lupin?” A voice called out making you both quickly pull away

“Come to my office after hours” he gives you one more kiss before fixing himself up and walking out leaving you shocked. And also hot and bothered

A/n: I love lupin sm. sorry for not posting for a while

[lifeofamarauder]

The Dark Prince 1

Mattheo Riddle x Odette 

Part 1 <3 (it gets more spicy as we go but you first need to SUFFER)

Word count- 1,313 words

I wrote this not from Y/n perspective but let me know if you want me to post that version as well if you prefer it! I tried not to use too many descriptors for Odette, other than her house and family names.

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Intro: I had a few quiet first years at Hogwarts. I explored the castle, read books in the library, and even brought a black cat to join me my in fourth year. It was all so quiet and nice. Until he came along.

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I'm officially fifteen.

I'm officially fifteen and I have planned absolutely nothing for today. If my mum were here she would be scolding me about not having planned some grand party in the astronomy tower or at the very least invited my friends to Hogsmeade then getting drunk off of butterbeer and pumpkin ale. I couldn't tell her how impossible this was seeing as the only person who knew and cared about my birthday was Luna, a fourth year who would join me and jinx (my adorable kitten I brought with me last year) reading together or playing wizards chess. I also could never tell her how horrible I was at wizards chess and that miss Luna Lovegood beat me every time. I value my life too much for that, though I don't mind either of these things myself. But I am truly the antithesis of her.

My mother is a kind woman, as long as you are one of her party guests or my older brother, Silas. Two years older than me and more perfect than any other Ravenclaw Purebred around, Silas may as well be a Prince according to my mother. He even became Prefect this year. We're all so very thrilled (or so I'm told).

But today, I get to do whatever I want, and I don't need to tell anyone else about it. Today is the one day of the year I can be completely selfish and introverted. I only take this one day to myself, as my mother and my brother take control of my other 364.

I pet Jinx and move her off my chest before I set out some toys for her to entertain herself while I'm gone. Even though I know she will just end up sitting at the window watching ravens fly by the tower, I want to make sure she has anything she might need. I've never met a more spoiled cat and honestly? She deserves it.

I manage to make it all the way to the library without running in to Silas or his Quidditch buddies who would immediately notify him about my whereabouts. I'll count that as my first birthday gift of the day. I'm all prepared to sit in my favorite nook debating for around 30 minutes over which book to read first (I brought 3 just in case) when I notice someone in my spot.

Now, I didn't pick this spot my first year for its comfortable sitting or bright lighting, I picked it solely for it's purpose that it would be the very last place someone else would try to sit.

If this were any other day, I would walk away and decide to read in the astronomy tower or the empty corridor by the DADA classroom, which will most certainly be empty on a Saturday, but today is MY day. So I suck it up and decide to ask him to kindly leave him. I stand there awkwardly looking at his back and impulsively choose to poke him to get his attention.

His dark eyes immediately look up and I take a moment to fully look at his face now. He has a scar forming on his nose and another on his cheek that looks like it's been there a few years now. My breath catches when we make eye contact and I'm struck by how dark and deep his eyes are as they bore into mine.

I realize I'd been standing there staring at him for longer than I should, and shake my head a little to clear my thoughts before I force myself to continue.

"Can you move?"

Smooth.

He just keeps staring at me, his dark curls falling in his face, so I gather what's left of my courage and force out another sentence, slightly stronger this time.

"I need this seat. Can you please move to somewhere else?"

He, again, doesn't say anything, but this time his eyes darken slightly and he has the faintest hint of a smile.

I force myself not to smile back but unfortunately I cannot hide the blush escaping. I open my mouth to elaborate once more when he finally says something.

"What's your name Princess?"

I'm taken aback by the unexpected pet name. Princess? I just met this guys and he thinks its ok to call me Princess? He just keeps sitting in my seat, not acknowledging my request and SMIRKING at me. My desire to smile at him is gone, now taken over by annoyance. Who does he think he is?

"Apologies your highness, you must not have heard me. Honestly." I roll my eyes to give full effect of my annoyance. "I just want-"

"I mean I'm more than happy to keep calling you 'Princess', Princess, I just thought your name might be more favorable to you." he interrupts me while turning back to his book. And wouldn't you know, he's STILL smirking. I'm starting to lose it.

"You most certainly may not keep calling me Princess, my name is Odette and it's my birthday and all I want for this one day is to read in my spot where no one will bother me and maybe if I'm feeling adventurous I'll steal some hot chocolate up to my room and read THERE until I fall asleep and have to wake up and then once again do everything else for everyone else until I can't take it anymore!!!"

I realized my voice was rising and I had begun gesturing quite frantically but I kept eye contact with him. A small win. His smirk was still there, but this time his mouth was more agape and he looked like he was slightly shocked by my sudden outburst. And maybe impressed? I can't tell. I'm too shocked myself at my outburst that I can barely register anything else. I take deep breaths and try to calm my heart.

He slowly closes his book and stands up. I hide my head in embarrassment until I see his feet come almost in contact with mine as he backs me up into the bookshelf. My eyes shoot up and lock instantly with his which does nothing to calm my heart. I swear his face gets closer and I can feel his breath tickling my face but I'm unable to look away. He pulls in close to my ear and whispers, "My name's Mattheo but by all means, please keep calling me 'your highness'."

He pulls back only slightly to look at me, my face flaming by this point. The corners of his mouth lift up once more and he looks down to where I'm clutching my books in my hands. His hand reaches out and I think maybe he's coming in closer and I instinctively flutter my eyes closed. Instead, I feel one of the three books I'd long forgotten being pulled out of my hands. Mattheo steps slightly away from me, making the space he left suddenly feel cold.

He inspects the cover and looks back up at me before simply saying, "This is one of my favorites." He sets the book down on our table and he starts to walk off. I shake my head once more trying to clear it of whatever just happened.

"Happy birthday, Princess!" he calls over his shoulder.

I begin to call after him, feigning annoyance, to say that is not my name once more but he's already vanished.

I look back to the spot I just won back expecting to feel more victorious, though it suddenly looks much less enticing then it did minutes ago.

I sit down across from the book he laid on the table and attempt to pick through the two that he didn't touch but I tell myself I'm only curious as I pick through the one he claimed was his favorite.

I become fully immersed in the story and fail to notice the jealous eyes that had been peaking out at me from behind the shelves.