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getawayaccount · 3 years

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Matter To You ('Cause I know I) (2)

Their second date went well enough for Connor to request the third one and Will to agree to it. They had dinner at a place with a view of the lake. The establishment was definitely fancier than the last one but not tux-mandatory level of fancy either. Will wore the tie and he couldn’t say he didn’t like the way Connor couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of it. Dinner was just as easy as the first time. They never ran out of things to talk about and the silence, when they occurred, wasn’t awkward nor tense. Still, Will was briefly surprised when Connor took his hand that was resting on the table into his, moving slowly and gauging his reaction, but Will didn’t shy away. He smiled and squeezed Connor’s hand lightly. They didn’t let go until the tab arrived.

Will was the one who took the initiative to grab one of Connor’s hands as they walked back to their cars. And if an older couple, who happened to be exiting the restaurant as well, gave them a weird look, neither of them cared.

Will turned on his heels without letting go once they reached his car, so they would face each other and Connor smiled:

“I had a great time,” he said.

“Me too,” Will almost whispered.

He couldn’t look away from Connor’s face and caught himself biting his lower lips nervously. Connor was still smiling and soon his free hand found its way on Will’s jaw:

“Is it okay if I kiss you right now?” he asked.

“Yes,” Will answered immediately, sounding short of breath.

He didn’t remember the last time he had anticipated, nor wanted, a first kiss so freaking much. And if he was honest, at least with himself, he knew it still had a chance to end badly. What if he didn’t like it? What if it did nothing for him? Sure, he was growing more and more fond of Connor with every passing day and he knew the man was attractive, but he was still exactly that: a man. And Will had seen plenty of male bodies in his life and had never desired any of them. But Connor wasn’t them, wasn’t he? And when their lips finally touched and Connor kissed him in one of the softest ways he had ever experienced, he felt as if his heart was going to explode and realize he had been worrying about the wrong thing all along.

* * *

Will bit his lips in a mildly successful attempt to conceal the ridiculous smile that was trying to form on his face. He didn’t seem to be able to help himself and it would happen every time he caught sight of Connor. Every. Single. Time. And Will knew he was a romantic at heart, also he didn’t always own it, but he really needed to get a grip or all the ED staff would catch up with them and their secret, sooner rather than later.

“What am I watching?” Maggie asked.

Will jumped. He hadn’t seen nor heard her approach.

“What?” he said.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Big Red,” Maggie answered sternly. However, her expression morphed into something more playful as she added, wiggling her eyebrows and moving her shoulders in a fake suggestive manner: “Did you, you know, boom-chicka-wah-wah?”

“What, no!” Will protested. And it was true. Not that it spared him from turning bright red in embarrassment. “And please don’t ever do that again. I beg you.”

“Whatever you say, Halstead,” his friend concluded as another nurse called her name.

* * *

Owen was born and also Natalie’s life was the one taking a turn, Will couldn’t help but think his had done so weeks ago. A few weeks ago, he thought his crush on Nat was actual love. He thought he knew exactly what - or who - he wanted and needed to live a happy and fulfilled life. And couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Do you want children?” he asked suddenly. He almost immediately regretted it. Connor and he were walking to their cars after the little welcome party the ED team had thrown in Nat’s room. “I’m sorry.”

He was an idiot. It was hardly the moment to ask this kind of question. It was too early. They didn’t even ever have sex yet and -

“It’s fine,” Connor said. He read straight through Will’s bullshit, as always. “Will? It’s fine, it's a perfectly normal question to ask someone you are dating.”

Will nodded weakly and Connor offered him one of those small tender smiles Will was slowly but surely falling in love with.

“And to answer your question: it’s not my priority right now,” Connor added after a beat. “But, with the right partner, I’ll be far from opposed to it. What about you?”

“I do,” Will said immediately. “I - I guess it was never even really a question for me. I just knew I wanted to have my own family. White picket fences and everything, as ridiculous as it may sound -”

“It doesn’t,” Connor corrected him. He stopped Will to catch his gaze and make sure he knew he meant it. “It doesn’t.”

And Will didn’t care if anyone saw them. He crossed the distance between them and kissed his stupidly understanding and ridiculously loving boyfriend.

* * *

It - stupidly enough - didn’t cross Will’s mind Connor may have insecurities of his own before he came face to face with one of them. They had been dating for weeks, months even, by that point and were spending their evening together at Connor’s condo. The day had been nothing short of exhausting also they had concluded that take-outs and a bad movie were all they wanted, which was how they ended huddled together on the couch. Will was having one of these moments where he couldn’t help but wonder how this was his life now when Connor looked up at him with a strange expression on his face.

However, Will didn’t get to ask him what it was about as the other man moved slightly in their embrace so their lips could meet. And, also it was a nice surprise, Will didn’t expect what happened next. He felt Connor move next to him but couldn’t help but freeze when he felt the other man settle on top of him. Which, of course, sent the wrong message to his partner.

“Sorry,” Connor said simply.

And he was about to move away when Will’s brain finally caught up.

“What? No, no,” he said hurriedly. “It’s fine. More than fine actually.”

“You’re sure?” Connor asked after a beat.

He was looking at Will with a slight frown on his face, his lips turned down in a way they rarely ever were when they were together.

“Yes,” Will answered immediately. “I mean, I’m fine with taking things slow, but I definitely wouldn’t reject you if you wanted to take things up a notch. Or three.”

Connor blinked, hard. He looked more confused than anything else now. Then he groaned and hid his face into his palm, confusing Will even more in the process.

“What- ?” Will started.

“I’m an idiot,” Connor interrupted him.

He sighed and Will frowned, his fingers tracing calming circles where they rested on his partner’s hips.

“I thought maybe you didn’t want me,” Connor admitted after a pause.

And, wait, what? That was probably one of the most ridiculous things he had heard Connor say since they met - and the man had his moments.

“I - I mean I have been the one who has initiated everything physical that has ever happened between us and I was thinking maybe you weren’t attracted to me, the way I’m attracted to you, and maybe, you didn’t know how to tell me and -”

“I do, I am,” Will corrected him. “I just, I thought, I don’t know. It’s just not how I work I guess.”

“Yeah, that’s what Maggie said,” Connor said, looking contrite.

“You talk to Maggie?” Will asked, more surprised than anything else.

“I was very desperate,” Connor said. “But then she told me that it was how you worked. Not only with me but with everybody else she has ever seen you dating. You are a romantic and you adapt to your partner’s speed, were her exact words. And I didn’t quite believe her but…”

“It’s true,” Will concluded as Connor trailed off.

“So,” Connor said after a brief pause.

“So?”, Will repeated, a smile tugging on his lips.

“Wanna take this up a notch? Or three?”

Will drew him closer and captured his lips rather than answering.

#rhodestead #connor rhodes #will halstead #maggie lockwood #chicago med #cmed #one chicago #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #first kiss #fluff #softer than marshmallows

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amomentsescape · 4 years

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hi, could you do a romantic x reader image or Edward Nygma (on him first meeting the reader (who's new in gotham) leading to later (a timeskip) where ed starts to develop feelings for the reader (after flirting with her) by asking her out by making her dinner at his place)!

A/N: Thank you, Anon! I was super excited to see that I got my first Ed Nygma request. I hope you enjoy!

Happy with You (Ed Nygma x Reader)

You felt your hands shaking a bit as you walked into the cold building before you, the familiar feeling of anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

You were new to Gotham and to the GCPD job that you had obtained. Granted, it wasn’t anything dangerous like what some of the employees had to go through. You were simply there to look at any evidence provided and offer assistance when needed.

You had the credentials for a more serious position, but you wanted to get settled and comfortable before you dived head first into the deep end.

You smoothed down your skirt very quickly before you began to walk in.

The sudden sound of shuffling papers and slight chatter infiltrated your senses. Your mind became clouded with small thoughts and worries as you tried to make your way to the room you were looking for.

Before you could even make the turn though, you ran into someone- a tall someone rather.

He let out a small sputter in shock from the impact. You looked up at him and watched his face go from a little peeved to slightly stunned.

Edward hadn’t expected to see someone like you before him. You looked fairly short standing there, your face was filled with worry. But even in that short amount of time, he couldn’t help but take in your soft features. You were quite cute, to say the least.

“Oh, my gosh! I am so, so sorry!” you began to speak, your voice laced with concern.

He simply smiled down at you before shaking his head.

“You don’t need to apologize. I was quite distracted myself. I should have been paying attention.”

You let out a small breath as you returned his smile, happy he seemed to be as nice as he looked.

“I suppose my mind was wandering slower than my body was,” you giggled. “I’m (Y/N). I actually work here now!”

Ed felt his face grow flushed. The idea of getting to work with you caused a slight warmth to grow in his stomach.

“Oh, that’s great! I can show you around actually. I’m Edward Nygma, by the way.”

He held out his hand for you to shake. You quickly reached out and reciprocated his actions. And once your hand touched his, he couldn’t help but notice how much smaller it was in comparison. A little smile accidentally broke out on his lips.

“That would be great!” you responded as you dropped your hand to your side.

You felt a slight blush begin to trail across your face, and you silently prayed that he couldn’t see it.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?” Edward asked, his smile becoming a little wider.

You simply nodded. Your nerves were beginning to get the better of you again, and you were afraid that it would be evident in your voice.

“I do not exist in sorrow, and I am sought after by all. I exist without material value and I hope you have it now…” he paused a bit, his voice becoming a little shy at the last part. “What am I?”

He likes riddles, you thought. A smile made its way on your lips as you thought about it for a bit. You looked back up at him and let out a small laugh.

“I’m not sure.”

His eyes shone behind his glasses as he met your gaze. His lips began to match yours in a little smile.

“Happiness.”

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You and Ed became really close after that initial encounter. He kept his word and showed you around the GCPD, asking you a few riddles here and there.

You had to admit that you were beginning to like him as something a little more. However, you knew from the moment you saw him that he was different than the rest. The way his eyes made you feel when they looked at you set a fire ablaze inside your chest. But what could be done? You didn’t want to make things awkward by telling him, and you were too nervous to even consider it as an option. Little did you know, Ed was having his own dilemma.

After the past couple months, his feelings for you were undeniable. It almost made him angry with how much they distracted him. He’d see a report and only think about how your hand had just been on it prior. A simple coffee cup gained new meaning after he saw your lips placed on the edge.

He wanted to tell you everything, but he didn’t know how. He was hoping that maybe if he was sly about it, he could pick up on how you felt about him. But his own mind seemed to be his only downfall.

His gaze would linger just a bit longer than it would on anyone else. He’d purposely choose riddles to tell you that he knew would make you laugh. He’d even try to gently graze your hand with his when you were working beside him.

He thought he saw no reaction from any of these. But he didn’t realize how much your heart would speed up at these small incidences.

Flirting wasn’t really a term Edward thought much about. It wasn’t anything that seemed of importance to him before he met you. But now, he wanted to be seen in a different light. He didn’t want to treat you the same way everyone else did. He wanted to stand out like you did to him.

He eventually upped the ante.

He began to compliment things you wore or how you did your hair. He even tried to position himself closer to you when you guys would work.

Everyone else thought it was so obvious of how he felt for you, but of course, you were rather oblivious.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up. You assumed he was just being nice, but that didn’t make it warm your heart any less.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned to face him, a smile beginning to tug at your lips. When your eyes made contact, however, you realized how close you two were. You were looking over a file together but must have moved next to each other during it.

“Um.” Ed’s voice caught in his throat. He quickly shook it off though, his eyes going back down to the papers.

“Do you think we’ll be able to get through these in enough time?” he asked suddenly.

“What do you mean, Ed?”

He cleared his throat again as he turned to look at you.

“I mean, if you aren’t busy tonight, maybe we could get together to look over it some more. Maybe at my home? But only if you want to, of course!”

You felt your stomach twist into a few knots. You tried to keep the hope bubbling at the surface down to a simmer. You didn’t want to be let down.

“Like- like a date..?” your voice trailed off.

He looked back down again.

“I mean, if that’s what you want too.”

Before you could answer, he began to speak again.

“Oh, wait. Why would we work during a date? That was a pathetic attempt at-”

You suddenly cut him off with a soft kiss to his cheek. Your face was dusted pink as you smiled at him.

“It’s okay, Ed. I think we can get a good chunk of this finished now. Then, we can just focus on each other tonight. Yeah?”

He broke out into a wide smile, his head nodding back at you.

“Yeah. That sounds wonderful.”

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Edward felt his heart stop at the sight of you on his door step.

He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down. To him, you looked absolutely beautiful.

You decided on an emerald green dress. It wasn’t overly fancy or anything, but it wasn’t casual either. You had noticed he seemed to have a preference for the color, so of course that’s what you decided on.

You walked in and let him take your coat, a soft ‘thank you’ being muttered out.

As he went to hang it up, you took in the surroundings. The home was quite tidy and neat, not that you had expected anything less from him.

He headed back over to you and motioned you to follow him, the slight smell of cooking food becoming stronger with each step.

“Would you like help with anything?” you asked him once you were both in the kitchen.

He simply shook his head.

“No no. I was the one who invited you. It’s my treat.”

“I don’t know. We make a pretty good team with other things. I’m sure cooking wouldn’t be too much different.”

He smiled down at you, accepting the offer.

“Only if you insist.”

While you worked on stirring the sauce, you felt Ed’s gaze on you.

Irrational fears had been flooding your mind from this small action. What if he changed his mind? What if he’s bored? Am I even stirring this correctly?

You finally met his eyes, but before you could say anything, Edward came up to you. He reached out and cautiously took one of your hands in his.

“You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to. Asking you on a date was rather sudden, and I don’t want you to-”

“Ed.” You cut him off. “I’m here because I like you. I want to be on this date with you.”

You let out a sigh of relief after saying this. You were happy to know that he wanted this to go just as well as you did. He wasn’t doubting things after all.

He looked back at you, searching for any hint of falter. But he found none.

“I do not exist in sorrow, and I am sought after by all. I exist without material value and I hope you have it now.”

It took you a moment to interpret the sudden riddle, but you quickly realized it was the same one he had told you the first day you two met.

“Happiness,” you breathed. A giggle escaping your lips.

“It’s what you give me, (Y/N).”

Your heart skipped a beat at this. You wanted to respond, but the words seemed to disappear from your mind. Luckily, he continued on before you had to say anything.

“I fell for you a while ago. And yet, I keep falling. Every time I think that I can’t fall anymore for you, I do,” he finished.

You could see the nervousness in his eyes as he looked at you.

You didn’t know what to say. You felt like this was just a dream that you would wake up from at any second.

You delicately reached your hand up to his cheek. Your fingers caressed his jawline for a second before you were suddenly pulling him down towards you. Your eyes slowly fluttered closed in anticipation and slight worry.

But once your lips met his, you knew this was it.

#Gotham #gotham headcanon #gotham imagine #gotham x reader #gotham edward nygma #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #ed nygma x reader #ed nygma imagine

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cafeinthemoon · 4 years

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That Wasn’t a Genjutsu - Chapter VII

Title: That Wasn’t a Genjutsu

Genre: Fanfiction

Pairing: Tobirama Senju x reader

Rating: teen | up

Word count: 3615

Chapter (s): 7/10

Warnings: waaay long chapter ahead (if you wanna read it in more than one day it’s okay)

Symbols: ✔ | ➕ | 🔺 | ▶▶

Read the previous chapters here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

That day was better than the previous one.

Despite the weakness that limited your movements and slowed your pace when you needed to walk, the improvement in your circumstances was directly sensed in your body. You also took the time you had to rest: the silence in your room was a relief for the final moments of your headache, that would disappear by the evening; on the other hand, listening to the wind blowing among the trees of the feudal lord’s garden and the birds singing was a necessary reminder that things would be good again.

You didn’t spend all those hours alone. The girl who served your lunch on the previous day came back to bring your meals; you talked to her for a while, and since you were two of the few women in the house, it helped you with your loneliness. You found out that her name was Chyio and that she was your age. She talked about her life and work under the lord’s supervision, and according to her, it wasn’t as hard as you suspected when you first met the man: he had his quirks and a deep attachment to traditions as any other lord had, but he was a good man after all. You decided to take Chyio’s information into account in your next encounter with him.

Mizuki came to see you, bringing some of the treats you bought in the city. By his tone and expression, you saw he still blamed himself for what happened, and the treats were there to work as an apology. You liked him and it was sad to see him in such state, so you did your best to convince him that he had no fault in this and you should be more careful in a place you’ve never been. Besides, all the training you’ve been doing for months was not in vain, for you managed to disarm and scare the robber to the point he decided to run instead of fight you. You also reminded him of the previous missions in which he succeeded, as the good shinobi he was. In the end, Mizuki left your company relieved from his guilt, promising to not think about this anymore.

Y ou’ve spent the entire morning inside those chambers, sometimes lying on the bed, other times reading the books you found there (which were way more interesting than the ones in your own room) or playing with the white cat, that almost didn’t leave your side: you saw the animal walking around the bed, sleeping up on it close to your feet or sitting at the door, as if it was guarding the entry.

And t hat’s exactly what the cat was doing by the afternoon when Tobirama came to see how you were doing.

He left you in the morning, right after giving you the second dose of the medicine, but you didn’t question him whether he would come back soon or what he was going to do: you knew that he would take the time to discuss the final matters of the treaty with the feudal lord or even anticipate part of the work. By that time, you were also feeling good enough to pass a few hours without assistance and, besides, you wanted some time alone to process what happened between you two.

You were sitting on the bed with a book on your lap when you heard the cat meowing. You raised your eyes to the door and found Tobirama leaning on one knee, caressing the animal’s back. You couldn’t help smiling at the scene and think to yourself how funny was this reaction of yours: after all, the tense silence and the red cheeks the situation demanded from you were not there. Well, maybe they should not be there: you already told him you didn’t regret anything – and in response, he told you the same and promised you would talk about that; you just had to wait until all your business in that city was finished. That was another teaching from your master: you would have to learn what patience means.

H owever, while that time didn’t come, you had to concentrate your attentions on what you had in front of you.

- Evening, Tobirama-sama – you said in your usual manners.

H e replied to your greeting and entered the room. The cat followed his steps, but stopped in the middle of the way and walked back to the door.

W hen Tobirama approached the bed, his eyes spotted the book you were reading.

- This is a good book.

You agreed, putting it aside on the bed.

- There’s nothing like this in the shelf of my room. It’s been a while since I’ve read something so good.

- I see.

H e sat beside you and took the book in hands.

- I was reading it when you passed by my door last night.

That was the moment when all the blush that didn’t show at his arrival came out and took over your face . So that was the book that seemed to absorb all his attention when you peeked through his door? And… he really sensed you while you were looking. Of course he did . But it was good, even delicate of him to not speak as if you were spying on him, because you weren’t. It was just something you couldn’t help doing .

And now you understood why.

- I’ve talked to Mizuki after he came here to see you – Tobirama e xplain ed while he put the book back where it was – He told me you were feeling better, but I decided to see for myself. However, you were sleeping when I came , so I left. I’ve spent the rest of the day solving some of our matters with the feudal lord, so I did n’t have a second opportunity to see you until now.

I f that was an apology, you found it unnecessary. Of course he had much more things to do besides keeping an eye on you. And you were feeling well now, just a little tired; your case no longer required constant attention.

- It’s okay – you replied, your fingers tangling the ends of the sheet – I’m better now. I just need to rest and be prepared to do my work.

He nodded.

- Still, you will need one last dose of the medicine. I believe you will be ready to work tomorrow. Speaking about work, the feudal lord and I agreed to make some changes in the original terms of the treaty, which means that our mission here will not take as long as we first predicted. We can go home sooner than we thought.

T hose last words brought you some sort of relief that you didn’t realized you needed until that moment. You didn’t want to think about it, since you just arrived at that city, but you were already tired of being among those strange people, far from the village, from the home you knew. If wasn’t for your casual conversations with Chyio, Mizuki and the time the Hokage spent taking care of you, you would be completely lost.

Y ou reprehended yourself: only a child would have such thoughts. Y ou were a woman, and you were there to work. Yes , all that unforeseen situation affected your health and mood, as it would do to anyone in your place , but you had to be strong, for yourself and for the people who were there with you.

T obirama prepared the new dose of the medicine and explained that this was the last one. Though you were now accustomed to its bitter taste, you were glad to hear that: y ou were willing to go back to your normal state, to be able to walk around and do your regular tasks without the need of supervision; besides, you couldn’t take that constant reminder that you were the cause of so many alterations in the original plans anymore . Hearing that everything would be finished soon was precisely what you needed.

***

You fell asleep that night with the promise of a better day, and the next morning did not disappoint you.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you sensed that your body’s recovery was almost finished. Your strength and disposition were back, and you felt no pain; the injury in your hand was still an inconvenience, but it didn’t bother you as much as before since you could move your hand freely without the weird sensation in your fragile skin.

When you left the bed and went outside, you noticed that day was warmer than the previous one. You took it as a good sign and walked to your room to take a bath and change your clothes. According to Tobirama, you were finally going to start your work in a few hours, so you wanted to be prepared. You were resting for too long; now, the time to show what you could do and silence the suspicions of the feudal lord has come.

Chyio came with your breakfast, and you talked for a moment. She informed you that the feudal lord was happy for your recovery and willing to see you working alongside the Hokage. You said you were glad for his prayers and ready for your tasks.

At the right time, Tobirama came to see you. He noticed you were no longer pale and that you could walk without help, which brought him visible relief. He explained some details of the work that he didn’t mention before, and when you told him you were a bit insecure, he reminded you of the time you’ve spent preparing yourself as an assistant; Tobirama assured you that he still trusted in your capacity and that an unhappy circumstance like that was far from being enough to change his perception of you, built in several months of familiarity and team work.

Once you were ready, you both went to the feudal lord’s office.

The man was already there, waiting. He greeted you and said he was happy to see you healthy; you thanked him for his preoccupation and explained you were going to do your best. He smiled, and soon you three were in your respective places.

Upon the lord’s table you saw as many paper as you were used to see on the Hokage’s table in Konoha. That didn’t scare you at all: you were also responsible for building some of the piles of documents in the village’s office. Your nervousness came from the conscience of being among a stranger’s piles of paper; you focused on the Hokage’s words before you left the room and in your own experience. In the end, that was all just paper.

You’ve spent the entire morning and the first part of the afternoon work ing . There were many things that needed to be revised and updated, and at first you didn’t know where to start. Fortunately, the feudal lord had some control over his own chaos, and he indicated the necessary steps, so you followed his orientation. The silence in the office was only interrupted by the conversations between the two men, or when you had some question for the lord or needed help from the Hokage.

Time flew as you worked. You were so concentrated in your tasks that you were surprised that the time for lunch came so fast, and after that, to see how quickly the sun went down on the horizon. In the end, the feudal lord complimented your determination to face a long and challenging task like that and apologized for doubting your competence before seeing what you were capable of. He even said he would adopt your methods of organization to maintain the order in his future tasks. You replied that the methods you used to deal with the task were not yours, but were taught to you by the Hokage, and that your credit in this were based on your willing to learn and use such methods.

When you said that y ou weren’t expecting to see Tobirama intervening in your favor.

- Y/n has this habit of not accepting all the credits she deserves for her work – he said, looking directly at you – So I must explain that she is worthy of all compliments, for no one would perform today’s work with the same excellence.

Y ou didn’t say a word to that. Your cheeks blushed as you heard the feudal lord agreeing with Tobirama’s statement.

***

Since you were no longer weak and the weather was not as cold as the other day, you had permission to walk on the feudal lord’s garden by the sunset, after you finished your work. It left you a bit tired, that’s true, but nothing would take your w ill to spend time breathing fresh air and admiring the landscape.

It was a beautiful place to be, especially during one’s recovery’s period. There was a bridge painted in red above a dark lake, the water agitated by slow waves around the carps swimming on it. A warm breeze was blowing through the trees, carrying some of their leaves away, as the birds would fly from one tree to another, singing to the reddish sunset.

You were not alone in that place: the Hokage was walking with you. Y ou talked about the work for a while , but the beauty of the garden didn’t let you focus your attention on professional matters for too long, and you remained in silence, only admiring what you had around you.

When you reached the red bridge, you stopped in the middle of it to observe the lake and the extension of the garden, since the bridge was placed right in the middle of it.

In fact, you were relieved, even happy that everything ended well. You were ready to travel back home. Although you enjoyed the good things you found out in that place, you missed the village as you never thought to be possible. You missed you house, and your family. Being sick while you were away from them was such an ordeal; you didn’t want it to happen again. However, you knew that if it wasn’t for Tobirama, you’ve already given up.

And you said that to him.

- I know you are going to say it was your duty, but let me tell you how grateful I am for the time you’ve spent taking care of me, Tobirama-sama – you started – It’s strange, but… I felt many things during my sickness, but not for a single moment I was afraid.

He looked from the lake to you. You smiled.

- I wasn’t sure of what was going to happen to me, but I wasn’t afraid because you were there with me. I’ve already knew I could trust you when I’m working and training with you, but this time I realized I could trust you with my life.

These words were surprising even to yourself, but you didn’t regret saying them. You noticed a distinct bright in his eyes the moment he heard them. You could only suppose that it was the bright of contentment one feels when they know they accomplish their mission. In the Hokage’s case, hearing a villager stating her trust in her leader was like realizing his life was worthy at all.

Well, that was what you’d say if the circumstances were different, or if you were someone else. But you couldn’t ignore how things happen. You couldn’t ignore that kiss, the way you easily gave in to his arms around you, the way he said your name a moment before releasing you… After all, Tobirama was not immune to you. And thinking of this made your face burn.

But you didn’t have time to blush, for he decided the time for you to speak about that has come. And the conversation followed just as you could expect from someone like him: deep, clear and simple.

- Y/n. I remember saying to you that we would have time to talk about what happened between us after our work here is finished.

You nodded.

- Well. Now it is the time – he turned to you, and you did the same to him – I said I did not regret it. That’s true, and after that, my feelings did not change. In fact, they only grew deeper.

Your eyes widened.

- Deeper? What do you mean, Tobirama-sama?

- I think you already know – he smiled – During all this time we have been working and training together, I’ve come to respect and admire you as the extraordinary woman you are. Soon I realized my feelings for you were different from anything I’ve experienced before, and I started considering to talk to you about them. I was not sure if you feel the same for me , or how you would react once I talked to you, so I waited. When the mission in this city came, I understood that I’ve wait ed for too long, but I had no choice, s o I decided I was going to speak to you as soon as we were back to Konoha. However, things did not happen as planned, and the circumstances in which we’ve spent our time together here were not happy. Still, I observed you, and in your manners I noticed some signs that showed me what kind of response I could expect from you. What I was n’ t expecting was to have such response so fast.

You were sure your cheeks were as red as the bridge’s paint, but you weren’t uncomfortable. He wasn’t saying that to make you ashamed: just like at the moment everything happened, he was just surprised.

Y ou saw a rosy shade coming up to his face as he spoke. Apart from that, his posture remained the same. You kept quiet, willing to hear the rest.

- That kiss… I myself wasn’t planning that. But when I saw it was going to happen, I could not stop it. In fact, I did not want to. If there’s something close to regret among my feelings, is that I wish circumstances were better when it happened. But things are what they are.

S o, that was his side of this story. During the time you c a m e to know each other, became friends and worked together, Tobirama didn’t take too long to recognize his own feelings towards you; on the other hand, he had a hard time trying to find a good moment to reveal them to you. Taking all you knew about him into account, you couldn’t say you were surprised: despite the honesty of his feelings, speaking out about them was never easy for him . He told you that many times. So you knew it took all the courage he had to come and say those things to you.

But you were glad that he finally spoke, for now you were free to open your heart.

- I think it is my turn now, Tobirama-sama – you smiled, your cheeks as warm as the sunlight touching the bridge at that moment – I didn’t take long to notice the change in my feelings for you, but I refused to accept them for a while. I thought my circumstances would speak against me. First, I am still young, so I supposed someone like me would never catch your attentions. And b esides being young, I’m a just a villager. My parents are good, honest people, but they don’t belong to an important family or clan. I could never stand the idea of people accusing them of raising their daughter as a gold digger if I...

H ere you paused, and you both laughed. You never had the habit of using expressions of this kind.

- It was only when you started my training that I understood I couldn’t keep ignoring my feelings. In fact, I was unable to – your hands were sweating, tangling together as you spoke – Now we were always close to each other. Touching each other. I had to tell myself I wanted more, even with the possibility of never having it. So, when that kiss happened, I didn’t know what to do but to say that I didn’t regret a single second of it.

Y our hands were shakin g, and your voice was almost gone when you finished your sentence. However, you were also relieved: there was no need of tension when nothing was a secret anymore.

W hen Tobirama spoke again, his voice was low, although you were alone. He would know if someone w as approaching, of course; still, being cautious was in his blood.

- So, you accept me, y/n?

- Yes, Tobirama-sama – you whispered – I do.

H e smiled.

- Even knowing I am grumpy and old and a Senju?

Y ou couldn’t help laughing at this. So that was the way he recommended himself to a girl?

- Yes, I accept you even knowing all of this!

Y ou felt a touch of fingers on your face; you put your hand upon his, then held it and kissed his palm, keeping it close. You smiled at its warmth, and decided that his own words would lead your way to say I love you .

- Grumpy old man.

When he approached to put his lips on yours, you passed your arms around his neck and stood on your toes, as he held you in his arms. For a moment, everything was right in the world, for everything was in its right place for you two.

#naruto fanfiction #tobirama #tobirama fanfiction #tobirama x reader #tobirama x you

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znaeb · 5 years

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Help // E.H.

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of physical abuse; do not read if you are sensitive to or triggered by this topic.

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You couldn’t stop crying as you packed your things. Pulling everything out of your drawers, grabbing all your clothes out of the closet.

Your soon to be Ex-boyfriend was on a long shift at work and you were thankful for the opportunity to pack in peace, afraid of what he’d do if you tried to leave while he was here.

It had started small, him grabbing your wrist just a little too roughly. Then it steadily escalated into violent surges of anger, ones where he’d drunkenly beat you until he got too tired to continue and then pass out on the couch.

It’d been almost a week since the last one and the bruises on your face and arms were only just beginning to fade.

Afraid that the next outburst was just around the corner, you called Edwin. You were prepared to beg for his help, but of course, you didn't have to. He agreed before you could even finish the question.

Over the past four months, you had distanced yourself from your friends. Not seeing Ed for almost a solid month, ignoring his worried texts and refusing to answer his regular phone calls.

When you heard the knock on the front door you knew it was him. You walked to the door slowly, nervous about how he’d react to your physical state. The bruises covering your body were impossible not to notice. When you opened the door you stood there silently with your arms crossed over your chest.

Edwin just looked at you, taking in your appearance. He sighed and stepped forward, wrapping you up in a hug and placing a chaste kiss on your temple.

“I’m glad you called me.” he spoke tenderly, hand caressing your back, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too Ed.” you sniffled, face buried in his chest.

He helped you pack your things into the trunk of your car and then herded your Great Dane, Brutus, into his since there was no room left in your old hatchback.

“We’ll meet you at the house, okay?” he nodded to you as you opened your car door.

“Okay.” you agreed. then before you climbed in you said, “Thank you, Ed.”

He squeezed your shoulder and then walked to his car. You climbed into your car and followed him to his house.

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“Are you sure they’ll be okay with Brutus staying too? I’ll drive him to my mom’s tomorrow if it’s not okay.” You spoke nervously as you stepped into the entryway of the house.

“Are you kidding? They love this big derpy guy.” he chuckled and unhooked the leash from the dog’s collar, “Go on bud.” he patted Brutus’ side as he began to walk further into the house.

The dog followed hesitantly, sniffing the air as he tagged along behind Edwin. Simba rounded a corner in front of Brutus and they both paused and looked at each other. You held your breath as you watched, thanking the heavens that both dogs were extremely social.

Simba’s tail began to wag and then Brutus’ followed closely behind. They sniffed at each other for a moment before calmly walking into the living room together. You exhaled and then looked at Edwin who wore a proud smile upon his face, “See? He’s basically part of the family already.”

Edwin helped you carry your things up to their spare room, making the bed for you and then beginning to hang things up in your closet. You made small talk as you unpacked and caught up with him a bit.

You could sense a serious question coming from Ed, but before he could ask it you heard the front door open and loud voices downstairs in the breezeway.

The boys were home. You panicked slightly and went to grab your makeup bag to attempt a bit of coverup on your face. Edwin stood up from the bed and stopped you saying, “What’re you doing hun? Stop it.”

“Ed, I don't want them to see me like this...” you said sadly, trying to make him understand how humiliating it would be for them to see you so damaged.

“They’re not going to judge you, y/n.” he shook his head and put his hands on your shoulders, “C’mon let’s go see ‘em.”

you sighed and nodded, realizing that they were going to see eventually. Taking comfort in Edwin's words you followed him down the stairs to see the other boys, suddenly remembering how much you missed them.

“Guys! Guess who’s here!” Edwin called as he walked into the kitchen to find the boys.

“Where is she? We already found Brute.” You heard Austin say happily. You stepped out from behind Ed and into the kitchen, being met with hugs from the boys and being told how glad they all were that you were staying.

“We’re so happy you’re here, Ma,” Nick spoke as he pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back and rocking you back and forth.

“I missed you guys so much.” you held on to him tightly, clutching his jacket in your small hands.

You felt safe for the first time in four months.

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Your phone sat on the bathroom counter as you washed your face. The texts came in slowly at first, then as he began to realize all your things were missing from the house, they flooded in. You didn’t read them, just watched as the number went up and up and up.

He called 7 times. You didn't answer.

You looked to Brutus, who lay on the floor of the bathroom watching you brush your teeth, “We’re really doing it, bud.” you sighed shakily and rinsed your mouth before walking into your room, dog in tow.

You laid in bed and tried to rest, but the constant unyielding buzz of your phone prevented you from sleeping. Finally, you groaned and stood up, walking out of your room and down the hall to Edwin’s door.

It was slightly cracked and you peeked in. You saw him at his desk working on something at the computer, you knocked lightly and pushed the door open.

“Hey.” he smiled and ushered you into the room. You walked over to him and he wrapped an arm around your waist, “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

You shrugged and wrapped your arms around his shoulders for a hug, “My phone wouldn’t shut up.” you tried to make it sound like a joke, but he immediately frowned.

“Is it him?” Edwin asked angrily, his face becoming very serious.

“Yes.” You winced, anticipating some sort of unpleasant reaction. You crossed your arms over your chest and bit your lip, waiting for whatever was next. He looked over at you and his expression softened when he saw how anxious you were.

“Hey, c’mere...” he reached out and gently tugged at the hem of your shirt to pull you closer, you sat on his lap and he rested his chin on your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your middle and he spoke softly into your ear, “Please don’t be scared of me.”

The pain in his voice brought tears to your eyes, “I’m not scared of you Eddie. I’m just... scared.” you shook your head and hid your face in your hands.

He placed a kiss on your shoulder and stood you two up from the chair, “Sleep in here tonight and we’ll go change your number tomorrow morning.” he began to turn down the bed.

“I’m not going to take over your room, I’ll go back to mine. I’ll just power my phone all the way off.” you shook your head and began to walk towards the door.

“I mean, you’re already here.” he stood up straight and smiled at you, “I’m not gonna beg you, but the offer still stands.”

You looked at him for a moment before walking back towards him and wrapping your arms around him again, “Thank you for being you.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “let’s go to bed.”

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You’d heard that he was looking for you.

Obviously, none of your friends would tell him where you were, but you knew that he’d eventually figure it out. Because of this, you were rarely in the house alone, you always had a friend or a family member close by just in case.

Until the day you didn’t.

It was about 9:00pm. You were watching a movie alone in the living room, Brutus laying at your feet. When you heard a car pull up outside it didn’t alarm you since the boys were supposed to be home soon. What you weren’t expecting was the sound of the doorbell.

You looked towards the front door, thankful that most of the lights in the house were off so people outside couldn’t see through the large glass panel in the center of the door.

You stood up slowly and crept towards the door, staying to the side so you couldn’t be seen easily.

You could see his truck parked on the curb outside of the house and your heart dropped to your stomach. You couldn’t answer the door, but you knew he wouldn’t leave unless someone made him.

Since your car was the only one parked in the driveway he wasn’t afraid to come straight to the door.

After the initial ring of the doorbell he knocked loudly... and kept knocking.

“I see your fucking car, y/n!” He banged on the door and yelled through the glass, “open the damn door, you can’t just fucking disappear!”

You hurried quietly back to the couch to get your phone, immediately clicking Edwin’s contact and pressing it to your ear.

“Hello?” Edwin answered the phone politely, you could hear the sound of his turn signal in the background and you hoped that he was on the way home.

“Are you almost back?” You asked quickly, peeking around the wall, he was still there banging on the door.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He asked confused.

“Nathan’s here.” You said quietly and walked around the house making every window was closed, then checking the back door to make sure it was locked.

“That dumbfuck is at my house?” He almost yelled, “I’m down the street, hold on.”

He hung up the phone and a few seconds later you heard his car speed down the street and screech to a halt in front of the house. Then you heard a car door slam and Edwin start yelling.

You rushed to the front door, throwing it open right as Nathan tried to punch Edwin. He stepped back quickly, avoiding the punch before lunging at Nate.

You yelled at them to stop, rushing forward and pulling at Edwin’s sweatshirt and trying to get him to stop punching. You heard the dogs barking loudly inside, Brutus probably ready to attack Nate. He’d never liked him.

“Ed stop!” You screamed, pulling his arm as hard as you could, “Edwin!”

You were finally able to pull him away, stepping between them and pushing Edwin back. You turned around to face Nathan, reaching behind yourself and clutching Edwin’s jacket to keep him still, and looked at him desperately.

“You need to leave...” you spoke as you tried to catch your breath, “leave.”

“No, I need to talk to you!” He attempted to step closer but was warded off by Edwin trying to step out from behind you. You were barely able to keep him from charging at Nate again.

“That’s not fucking happening.” Edwin shook his head, one of his hands grabbing the back of your sweatshirt and gently pulling you behind him.

“Shut the fuck up, pussy.” Nate rolled his eyes and took a step forward.

“Oh, I’m a pussy? You’re the one who can’t land a fucking punch, you little bitch.” Edwin snapped back, taking a step towards Nathan as well.

“Guys! Stop!” You yelled, pushing Edwin towards the front door. As you finally got him taking steps your arm was wrenched back, twisting at a horrible angle. You let out a loud yelp as you stumbled back, falling on the ground with a thump.

You looked up watching in shock as Edwin landed one solid punch to Nate’s face. He dropped limply to the ground and laid there in a daze as Edwin lifted you to your feet and walked you to the door.

“Get out of my fucking yard you piece of shit,” Edwin called over his shoulder before walking the rest of the way into the house and slamming the door, locking the deadbolt behind him.

Brutus rushed to your side and whined for you, trying to make sure that you were alright. “it’s okay buddy.” you said as you rubbed his head, trying to convince him and yourself that everything was fine.

You stood there for a minute, processing everything that had just happened. Tears gathering in your eyes as you rubbed the spot just above your elbow where Nate had grabbed you.

Edwin’s eyes softened when he saw your face. He stepped close to you and placed a hand on your cheek as he kissed your forehead.

“Lemme see.” He said gently, helping you pull your arm out of your sweatshirt and lift it over your head, leaving you in just your thin white tank top. He frowned at the hand-shaped mark on your arm, already turning from an angry red into a dark bruise.

You sighed when you saw it, wiping your eyes and leaning into Ed’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry...” Edwin bit his lip, holding your face in his hands, “I’m sorry I let him hurt you again.”

His eyes were watery and apologetic. You were caught off guard, you would never blame him for this but it was obvious he blamed himself.

“Eddie, no.” You shook your head, holding both his hands in yours and whimpering when you saw how swollen the knuckles on his right hand were. Small cuts and bruises now adorning all of them.

“I’m never going to let him hurt you again. This is not happening ever again.” He carefully wrapped his arms around your middle, hugging you gently. Your toes lifting off the ground slightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You pulled away and brought him into the kitchen, putting an ice pack on his hand and using rubbing alcohol to disinfect the nicks on his face. You sniffled and dried the tears that were still falling from your eyes.

You placed your hands on either side of his face and leaned your forehead against his, both of you closing your eyes and breathing deeply.

“I love you.” You spoke weakly, voice now hoarse.

“I love you too.” He wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him for a long time.

He held your hand as you both walked up the stairs and went to his room.

Edwin pulled off his sweatshirt and changed into sweatpants before climbing onto the bed and leaning against the headboard.

You sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed a hair tie from the bedside table, trying to put your hair up, you struggled with the simple task because of the incessant ache in your arm. Eventually, you gave up on trying to do a bun and settled for a loose braid before crawling under the covers and laying your head on Edwin’s chest.

“When are the other boys supposed to get home?” you asked softly, tracing his tattoo with your fingers as you spoke.

“Probably another hour or so,” he glanced at the clock before speaking again, “I’m exhausted.”

You weren’t surprised that he was tired, the adrenaline rush from earlier finally wearing off, causing a major crash. He rolled onto his side and wrapped his arm around you to bring you closer to him, placing a kiss on your hairline.

After about an hour of laying there, Edwin drifted off. Eventually, you did too, but you stayed awake until you heard the other boys enter through the garage door, laughs echoing through the kitchen and up the stairs, comforting you as you relaxed into Ed’s arms and allowed yourself to sleep.

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Hey guys! I was planning on this being one part, but then it just started to get too damn long so I decided to split it into a few different parts. Lemme know what you think!

Next part of ‘Return To Me’ is gonna be out Thursday evening!

P.S. I will be doing the requests that I have very soon, i just wanted to get some of the longer stuff out before I began work on those :)

#edwin honoret #zion kuwonu #austin porter #brandon arreaga #nick mara #prettymuch #prettymuch imagines #edwin honoret imagines #fanfiction #fanfic #imagines #imagine

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expensiveminimalist · 6 years

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It Took One Night - William Nylander (Part 9)

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Here’s Part 9! Please give Tinkerbell feedback so she can live lol

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Pregnancy, Swearing

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Despite what was clearly going on between you and William, the two of you avoided talking about anything relating to relationships or labels. You didn’t exactly know what this was but every part of it felt right and familiar, like he was the safe space you’d been craving for, for so long. Within hours of him finding out you were pregnant, he had made you a priority in his life and you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to thank him enough for everything he’d done for you so far. You almost felt like you didn’t deserve it, since you’d not only turned your life upside down but also his. Only for him to remind you that it takes two to make a baby, and that you were in this together. And, truthfully, you wouldn’t want to be in this situation with anybody else.

After William had dropped you back at your apartment the next morning, you sat down to go through the short-list of OB/GYNs the doctor in New York had emailed you. It was about time you chose one and booked in for your first ultrasound.

While you were at it, you decided that it would probably be a good idea to buy a few pregnancy books so you understood more about what was happening with your body. There was only so much high school sex-ed had taught you.

Eventually you decided on getting yourself one book, not wanting to overwhelm yourself, Pregnancy for First Time Moms: What They Don’t Tell You. After reading the reviews, you realised this was probably the guide for you since it would tell you everything without any chance of sugar-coating. The honest truth was what you needed and you were determined to get it one way or another.

You also finally found an OB/GYN that you felt suited you and, after talking to William about it, you called and made your first appointment. You’d always hated talking to people on the phone, let alone people that you didn’t know, so you were surprised the receptionist was able to understand what you were asking. She was patient with you and made you feel comfortable, which helped a lot considering you’d never rang to book an ultrasound before.

As soon as you’d successfully booked an appointment, you rang William so you could let out a little bit of nervous excitement.

“Hey babe”

“Guess who just booked their first ultrasound?’ you said, glad he couldn’t see you smiling like an idiot.

“Awesome! When is it?”

“Tuesday, as soon as I’ve finished work. Even though that’s only a few days away, it already feels like forever”

“Someone’s a little excited” William teased.

“What and you aren’t!?”

“Course I am. Is it alright if I come with you?”

“Why are you even asking? Of course it is. I want you there”

“Great, cause that makes two of us” he said, chuckling.

“I’m a bit nervous though” you admitted, letting the excitement subside for a moment.

“You’re allowed to be. You just have to think positively, and try not to stress ok? It’s all going to be fine”

“But what if it’s not”

“It will be. And if it’s not, we’ll deal with it. Together, ok?”

“Ok”

“Good, because I love seeing you happy and the only tears that I want to see at that ultrasound are happy ones”

You laughed, “I’m starting to think I’d lose my marble if it weren’t for you”

“I’m a man of many talents aren’t I?”

“Oh shut up”

“You know you love it” he chirped.

“A little bit”.

You did love it. You were just starting to think that ‘it’ might be William.

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The next couple of days, specially the weekend, dragged on and Monday felt worse than usual. Just for one day you wanted control over a fast-forward button so you could be at your ultrasound now, instead of replaying scenarios of it over and over again in your head.

Work had been a great distraction though, and you were finally starting to be able to stomach being around assortments of fried food again – although you still had your moments. You’d also found yourself having a different reaction to the kids that came into the café that normally made you want to tear your hair out. Instead of fighting back a poke of your tongue, you were smiling at them now, caught up imagining what your own child was going to be like when they were that age. Obviously, you convinced yourself they’d be much better behaved but you hadn’t exactly been an angel yourself.

By the time Tuesday evening rolled around, about half an hour before your shift finished, you were an absolute mess. You weren’t sure if you were shaking out of nervousness or anticipation, but what you did know was that you’d spilt three coffees and dropped a bottle of milk on Mandy’s foot.

“When did you get so clumsy?” Mandy had asked you through gritted teeth, keeping back several swear words you knew she really wanted to say.

You’d tried to pass it off that you were just really tired but Mandy wasn’t buying your excuses anymore. You decided that after you’d had your ultrasound you’d tell her the truth, you were closer to the twelve week mark now so you felt slightly more comfortable telling her.

William had already told you he was driving you to the appointment, so you weren’t surprised when he walked through the doors five minutes before your shift was over.

“You ready?” he said, walking behind the counter to give you a hug and leave a kiss on your cheek.

“Yeah just let me grab my bag” you said, trying to dodge Mandy’s eyebrows that had been raised since the second William’s lips touched your skin.

Mandy followed closely behind as you went to get your stuff, so close she was practically standing on your ankles.

“I thought you said he wasn’t your boyfriend?”

“He’s not!” you said, trying to hide the smirk on your face.

“Oh really? Because guys that weren’t my boyfriend never came up and did that to me in public”

“He’s just a really, really good friend”

“A really good friend that made your cheeks turn brighter than the red velvet cupcakes I baked this morning” she chirped, folding her arms over her chest.

“They weren’t that red” you said, swinging your bag over your shoulder.

“And the sky isn’t blue”

“What?”

“If he isn’t your boyfriend, you’re definitely screwing him”

“Mandy!”

“Tell me I’m wrong!”

“I- look it’s complicated”

“I knew it” she said, with a victorious smile on her face.

“Do I berate you about your sex life?”

“No because I don’t have one, so what fun would that be?” Mandy said laughing.

“I don’t want to rush you but we’ve got to get going if we don’t want to be late!” you heard William shout.

“Coming!”

“Hang on this conversation isn’t over!” Mandy protested.

“There’s always tomorrow” you sung as you snuck past her, grabbing William’s hand on the way and headed out the door.

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“How long has it been?”

“Thirty seconds since you last asked” William said, smirking at you.

“Sorry, I’m just nervous”

“Really? I never would’ve guessed by your bouncing leg or the fact that you’re cutting the circulation off in my hand”

“Shit, sorry”

“Don’t worry about it”

Despite the fact that William had rushed you away from work because he didn’t want to be late, you showed up to the OB/GYN’s fifteen minutes early. So, you were both sitting there like a pair of jack-in-the-boxes about to burst.

“Can’t we just go in there and say that we’re ready?”

“William you can’t do that”

“It’s worth a shot”

“No it’s not you egg” you giggled, squeezing his hand tighter so he couldn’t make a break for it unless he dragged you along too.

Thankfully, the nurse called out your name after a few more minutes and you and William were able to go into the exam room. The nurse told you that the doctor wouldn’t be long, so you both waited not-so patiently for her to arrive.

When she came in, she introduced herself as Dr Manning and the warm smile she gave you made you feel slightly more at ease. She asked similar questions to what Dr Mason did in New York, if you’ve had morning sickness etc., however they weren’t as in depth since your patient notes from New York had been sent over in advance.

It was news to William however, and he seemed surprised how badly you’d previously described your morning sickness since you hadn’t explained it anywhere near as horrific to him.

“Ok, so we’ll do the ultrasound now and I’ll just pop out for a minute to let you get undressed. When you’re finished, just make yourself comfortable on the bed” she said, before going into another room which you assumed was her office.

William smirked at you, “so did you want me to wait outside?”

“No, I mean you can just turn around if you want but it’s not like you haven’t seen it before”

“I like your confidence”

“Would you shut up” you said, blushing as you unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down so you were just standing in your underwear.

“I think you have to take those off as well”

“You’re so funny” you said sarcastically, trying not to look at his face otherwise you’d probably end up on the floor laughing.

“I can help if you’re having trouble?” he said, walking forward and lightly tapping you on the ass.

You jumped and looked at the door, hoping that Dr Manning hadn’t decided to walk in early.

“You can help by passing me the sheet please” you said, playfully squirming away from his hands.

As William reluctantly picked up the paper sheet and handed it over to you, you held it around your waist and dropped your underwear.

“Hey that’s cheating” William teased.

“Well you can hold these” you said, thrusting him your folded up pants and your underwear.

“It’s an honour”

You poked your tongue out at him and lay down on the bed, “sit in the chair up here, cause I’m not spreading my legs until your head is next to mine”

“Yes boss” William said, moving the chair up so he couldn’t see anything beyond the sheet.

Dr Manning knocked on the door and you told her to come in, swatting at William as he jokingly went to peak over the sheet.

“Stop it” you hissed, trying to hide your smile as you saw the cheeky grin on his face.

You pulled your shirt up so the doctor could put the gel on your stomach. As she did so you flinched, not expecting it to be as cold as it was.

“You alright?” William whispered.

You nodded your head at him, “Yeah I’m fine”.

Dr Manning started placed the wand on your stomach and started spreading it around, searching for the tiny human inside of you.

You didn’t know how long it was supposed to take for her to find the baby, but after 1 second you were ridiculously nervous.

William, noticing the expression on your face, grabbed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. You turned your head to look at him and he smiled at you, trying to convince you to stay calm and give the doctor some time.

And then you heard it.

Your eyes shot to the screen and for a brief second, before your eyes welled with tears, you saw your baby.

“Oh my god” you whispered, holding William’s hand tighter.

“There’s your baby, looking for comfortable in there” Dr Manning said, “And that was its heartbeat that you heard, nice and strong”.

“I didn’t know if you could hear it this early?”

“It does depend on the baby’s position, and you are just over ten weeks along now. Clearly, someone wanted to say hello to mum and dad” she said, handing you a tissue so you could wipe your eyes.

You looked over at William and saw his eyes locked on the monitor. The look in his eyes and the smile on his face just brought more tears to your eyes, as he said “that’s our baby”.

“Yeah, that’s our baby” you said, watching the screen and smiling as you spotted a few tiny fingers and toes, and the cutest nose you’d ever seen in your life.

While you and William sat there in silence, engrossed in the screen, and Dr Manning took some measurements, reassuring you that the baby was in the right percentiles for its growth and development.

“Can we have some copies of the scan?” William asked.

“Of course. I can give you a DVD of it as well if you like?”

“That’d be awesome thanks”

“I’ll sort that out now so you can get dressed and have some privacy. Won’t be long” she said, handing you some paper towels before she left the room.

You wiped the paper towels over your stomach, clearing all the gel off it and pulled your shirt down.

“I suppose you want these” William smirked.

“Unless you want me to talk out there half-naked, then yeah” you said, playfully snatching your underwear from him as you stood up.

You dropped the sheet and pulled your underwear on, ignoring the whistle from William as you did so, then quickly put your pants on and lightly smacked him on the ass.

“Feisty. I love it” he said, winking at you before pulling you in for a cuddle.

“That was pretty fucking amazing. Babe, we made that” he continued, speaking into your hair.

“I know. I can’t even believe that was real” you said resting your head in the crook of his neck.

You heard Dr Manning knock on the door and you gave her the all clear to come in, pulling away from William as she did so you could take the envelope containing your scan pictures and DVD.

“Thank you so much” you said, holding the envelope close against your heart.

“Not a problem. So, I’d expect to see you again in about 6-8 weeks but if you have any problems or worries please don’t hesitate to come in”

“I won’t, trust me. Thank you so much again” you said, leaning back into William’s chest as he thanked her also.

“See you next time”

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“I don’t care if I already said it but that was pretty fucking incredible” William said.

“Yeah it was” you said, smiling over at him and rubbing your hand back and forth on his thigh.

“Watch where you’re putting that hand, you’ve got precious cargo on board and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let anything happen to the little guy or girl in there” he said, gripping the steering wheel harder for a moment.

“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” he continued.

“I don’t know”

“Well, what do you want it to be?”

“I don’t know. I feel like either will be just as exciting” you replied, laughing as he let out a deep sigh at your less than helpful responses.

“I don’t know if I could handle a mini me, not that that would be a bad thing, but then I’m not sure if I could handle a mini you either” he said, winking at your unimpressed face.

“So what, you want it to be an alien?” you teased.

William glared at you, playfully, “Ha-ha. No I guess I don’t know either. I mean, like you said it’d be awesome either way”.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, anything”

“Aren’t you scared, even the tiniest bit?” you asked, watching his face closely so you read how he genuinely felt about it.

“Of course I am” he said, reaching over and entwining his fingers with yours, “Neither of us really have any idea what we’re doing and it’s not going to be easy, I know that, but I can’t help being excited after seeing that”

“I know we still have a few weeks to go until we’re in the clear but that was unreal. You can’t tell me that you aren’t excited seeing that?” he continued.

“I mean, I’m a little excited”

“A little?”

“Ok, I’m really fucking excited. I can’t believe that in just over six months we’re actually going to get to hold them and cuddle with them. He or she is actually going to be here, with us and it just blows my mind”

“Pretty insane right?” William said as he turned into your street.

“Pretty insane” you repeated.

William pulled up outside your apartment and the both of you just sat there for a few minutes.

“So, not that I want you to, but are you going to get out of the car?” he asked.

“I know that you just drove me all the way home but we could always go back to your house and watch the ultrasound DVD a few hundred times” you said, half smiling half pleading with him.

William started the car back up and pulled back onto the road.

“Want me to pick waffles up on the way?”

You looked over at him, smiling a big goofy grin, “please and thank you”.

#william nylander #william nylander imagine #william nylander fic #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #toronto maple leafs #nylander #willy nylander #it took one night #william nylander imagines #hockey imagines #nhl fic #hockey fic

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ghosthunthq · 6 years

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Possession- chapter 3

From @frenchcirce

For @misskiku

Unedited and un-beta-ed, so I apologize in advance for any glaring mistake. Also, I lack sleep. Forgive me.

4 days prior- 6:00 PM

“Why is it not looking like it should?” Mai cried, exasperated.

The mirror she was kneeling in front of was showing a rather disappointing reflection. The obi she had tried to tie by herself wasn’t sitting on her back and hips properly, thus doing a poor job at keeping the kimono in place.

Masako, kneeling beside her in her own perfectly fitted kimono, chuckled wholeheartedly.

“There there, I’ll help you,” she offered placatingly, the corner of her mouth still twitching under Mai’s indignant glare. “Get up,” she ordered.

Mai complied, grumbling.

“How can you wear this every day? Not only it is hard to put on by yourself, but it is kind of uncomfortable!”

“Tying the obi is an art, you know,” Masako remarked, not without pride, while rearranging the silken belt. “If not worn properly it may be bothersome indeed. Thankfully for you I had more than enough time to practice.”

The last part had been added with a hint of bitterness, and Mai could only wonder how much of a choice Masako’s clothing style was.

“Done,” Masako announced after a minute, letting her friend admire her work in the mirror.

“Thank you Masako,” Mai smiled gratefully. “You really saved me there. I had no idea we would need formal clothes.”

“You are welcome. You lend me your clothes during the Yoshimi case, we are now even,” the medium stated, eyeing her friends’ attire critically before giving an approving nod.

The team had been invited by Miss Akiyama in the ryokan’s restaurant for dinner, and considering the high standing of the place, Mai was pretty sure they were expected to come dressed up accordingly. Except her poor, part-timer and still in high-school self didn’t have anything suitable to wear. Thankfully she was almost Masako’s size, and the latter, having packed several of her kimonos, had been kind enough to lend her one of her spare.

Ayako, looking dashing in a deep burgundy dress, entered the room to tell them it was time to go.

“The boys are waiting for us outside, but we can make them wait if you need more time,” she offered.

“There is no need to, we are ready,” Masako replied, and headed toward the shoji door with her usual poise.

Mai flattened her hair, making sure for the last time there were no stray locks, and followed her roomates, praying she would make no faux-pas tonight.

The men were standing outside the building wearing their regular clothes. Of course, Mai thought with annoyed envy, their outfits were classical enough to suit the place. Hers on the other hand… She glanced subrepticely at Naru, clad in his usual dark outfit, and tried to ignore how disappointed she was of not seeing him in his yukata. Though it was probably a blessing he wasn’t wearing it, she wasn’t sure she could handle a whole evening with him dressed like that without having a nosebleed.

“Woah Mai, you look great!” Takigawa whistled when she appeared.

She blushed, half-embarrassed and half-pleased by the compliment, waiting with anticipation Naru’s reaction. She immediately berated herself for doing so. Since when had she become so vain?

Naru turned toward her and she held her breath nonetheless. His eyes widened slightly when he noticed her outfit, but the telltale of his surprise immediately turned into something darker, a confusing mixture of annoyance and guilt. She deflated. This was not what she had expected.

Ayako’s voice behind her was complaining. “And what about us, you ill-mannered monk?” she shouted, an irked eyebrow arched. “There are two other women here, shall I remind you? It is rude to play favorites.”

“Rude?” Takigawa repeated, outraged. “Because fishing for compliments isn’t? ”

“I would ask you to refrain to cause a commotion,” Naru’s cold voice commanded.

That effectively quieted the bickering pair, temporarily at least. Even Mai recoiled, still troubled by the strange reaction he had shown. Then she realized her boss had ordered her to rest earlier in the morning, and that she hadn’t given him a report of whatever dream she could have had. Maybe that was the reason of his displeasure.

She walked toward him in small, careful steps, unused to the way her kimono was entraving her legs.

“Ah, Naru,” she spoke, scratching the back of her head nervously, “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you. I, uh, I tried to sleep like you suggested but I didn’t have any significant dream. Sorry.”

He frowned imperceptibly.

“I didn’t expect you to have one so soon. We haven’t monitored any activity either.”

“Oh.” That was surprising. He wasn’t mad at her then? “Well, it was worth a shot, I guess.”

Hesitation flickered on his features before he opened his mouth.

“Mai–” he started.

“Shibuya-san, Taniyama-san,” the manager of the ryokan greeted, before realizing the two of them had been talking. “Oh,” she gasped, putting a hand on her mouth. “I am really sorry I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“No no, it is okay,” Mai smiled politely to the middle-aged lady. “We were about to head to the restaurant. Thank you for your invitation,” she bowed.

“My pleasure. Your table has been prepared, please let me lead the way.”

Naru nodded and the team followed their host. Thankfully their pacing was slow enough for Mai to walk without tripping.

In the restaurant they were led to a separate area, where a table filled with food was waiting for them. Mai took place on the sitting cushion gingerly, afraid to stain Masako’s kimono.

“The drink will be served soon,” the manager bowed. “We have taken your special diet in consideration,” she addressed Lin and Naru. “Enjoy your meal, with the thanks of the Akiyama family.”

Monk stared at the food with hungry eyes while Ayako glanced at it appraisingly.

“Did I already told you I love this case?” she smirked.

“You did,” Masako confirmed. “I am starting to greatly appreciate it myself,” she admitted.

“As long as whatever is haunting the place doesn’t choose this moment to bother us,” Yasuhara joked. “You haven’t sensed anything yet, am I right?” he asked Masako, seated next to him.

Masako hid her mouth with her sleeve reflexively. “No I haven’t, the spirit may be hiding still,” she defended.

“Of course,” he placated with a sincere smile, “I am just glad you haven’t been importuned. Cases are often hard on you.”

Masako blushed slightly, and Mai made a mental note to tease her for that later.

“I haven’t sensed anything either,” she mused. “But ghosts are shy, the activity will more likely increase in the next days.”

“The later, the better,” Ayako shrugged.

“The shinkan is almost entirely covered, if anything moves an inch or if a breeze passes through the room Lin will know it,” Takigawa exclaimed.

Lin nodded graciously in confirmation, and the manager choose this moment to reappear with tea, beer and a bottle of sake.

“May I ask if you are satisfied with your accommodation?” she addressed Naru while pouring the drinks. “We encourage our guests to enjoy the hot springs in the most traditional way, so to stay true to the atmosphere we did not add any electronic device. The room we prepared for your equipment was the only one with enough power outlets.”

Naru assured her that they were perfectly content and that everything had been done for the best.

“I am relieved to hear it,” the lady smiled. “I scheduled the interview you requested with my mother for tomorrow.”

Mai’s eyes widened. Naru had requested an interview? Wait, without telling her? She had been promoted to investigator, yet Naru didn’t trust her to interview their client. She frowned, feeling betrayed, somehow.

“I would ask you to be extremely tactful, she had been bedridden since my father’s passing away,” Akiyama-san added, sorrow maring her features. “They had spent a lifetime together, parting with him has been quite the shock.”

“Naturally,” Naru offered his best business smile. “Rest assured we will take her grief into consideration.”

The whole table looked at him dubiously. Mai perked up. This meant she should be the one in charge, it was a well-known fact that their boss was terrible at handling people’s emotions.

“Thank you,” the lady bowed.

As soon as she left, Mai leaned toward Naru, who was seated across the table.

“Naru, when are we interviewing Akiyama-san?” she asked eagerly.

He raised an eyebrow.

“We?”

Mai was struck speechless for a second, disappointment washing over her. She felt dejected that Naru didn’t rely upon her. Maybe he was really mad at her after all.

“Well, I am your assistant, so I figured you would need my help. For, uh, taking notes,” she suggested meekly, hating that it sounded like a question.

“Lin will take care of it. Tomorrow I expect you to tour the facilities with miss Hara and miss Matsuzaki.”

Mai nodded wordlessly, her throat tight and her eyes stinging. She wanted to ask for explanations, to complain, to have a shouting fight with Naru if needed. But everyone was having fun, eating and laughing, and she couldn’t bring herself to ruin the mood.

So she stayed quiet and looked forlornly at a food that had lost all of its appeal.

If only she had spoken up, she would think later. But then, she didn’t know how much she would regret it.

#Ghost Hunt #GHW2018 #GHHQ #frenchcirce #misskiku #submission

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reddie-set-goooo · 6 years

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This’ll Be Fun

Read here on AO3

Summary for Chapter 5:

Eddie sat there on the ground, stunned at the turn of events that had just happened, trying to piece it all together himself, clutching his fanny pack to his chest, which rose and fell rapidly due to his speeding heart rate.

“What the fuck?”

Author’s Note: I just want you guys to know that I had a lot of fun writing this chapter! Be prepared for the beginning of a lot of angssssst/drama <3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - The Bonfire (Part 3)

8:45 PM – Monday Night

Richie was pulling Eddie along in the dark, he didn’t mind Richie still holding his hand per se, but he did find it confusing. Why would Richie want to be holding Eddie’s hand, he wondered, especially since he’d clearly been hazing Eddie that day at work after hearing what Stan said.

He felt his hands start to clam up and he wasn’t sure how to extract his hand from the situation it found itself in. Maybe it wasn’t the worst thing though, Eddie reasoned with himself, I mean, Richie was extremely attractive. Eddie decided to let it go for now, he had bigger things to worry about, like how to keep Richie distracted long enough to let Bill have ample amount of time to talk with Stan.

What were interesting conversation topics that he could bring up? He could always explain some commonly misused phrases, and how they’ve changed over time. Or maybe he could just start spewing fun facts that he’d read on the inside of bottle caps. People liked fun facts, right? If he really got desperate he could really bring the house down with his vast knowledge on diseases and germs. He got the feeling that Richie would just get weirded out if he chose that last topic though, or just severely grossed out.

All while Eddie had been having this conversation with himself, he and Richie had reached the far end of the barn. Richie pulled him around the corner and Eddie squinted in the dying light to see what was there and was surprised to see that the entire back length of the barn was lined with a 4-foot-tall pile of chopped fire wood. No wonder they always chose Mike’s house for their bonfire’s he thought, there’s enough wood here to have a bonfire every single night of the year.

Richie finally dropped Eddie’s hand, seeming to have forgotten it had been there in the first place because as soon as he dropped it he shoved his hands deep in his pockets and looked slightly embarrassed. Seeing Richie looking vulnerable like that made Eddie’s heart skip loudly for a moment and Eddie smiled at him ready to start up some conversation when Richie started before him.

“So, that Bill kid, you known him long?” Richie pulled his hands out of his pockets and leaned against the pile of wood nonchalantly.

“Oh, yea, we’ve known each other almost our whole lives, and he lives only about 2 blocks away from me, so there have been summers where I’ve practically lived at his house with how much time I spent there,” Eddie smiled wistfully, nostalgic over the memories of his and Bill’s childhood. Two partners in crime they were.

Richie kicked at the dirt absent mindedly and half muttered, “It sounds like you really love him then.”

Eddie, still in memory lane, missed the tone that Richie spoke in, and was oblivious to the question that he was really asking. “Oh yea, he’s my best friend.”

Richie frowned behind his curls, and then silently turned to the pile of wood and began to pull a stack into his arms.

Eddie felt like he’d missed a cue, and tried to figure out the mood flip he was seeing in Richie. Also, not wanting to let down Bill, he needed to keep this conversation going as long as possible. “What about you and Stan? You guys seem to be close, like me and Bill, right?”

Eddie was shocked when Richie dropped his entire pile of wood from his arms because he started laughing so hard. He didn’t seem to be able to stop laughing, Richie wiped his face from the tears that had started streaming from his eyes from how hard he was, and in between outbursts he said, “Oh no! … Me,” more laughter, “Me and Stan are definitely not,” Eddie was very confused at how hard Richie was laughing at this. Him and Stan seemed to be good friends? How had he misread that so badly? Richie continued after taking a long steadying breath, “No, uhh me and Stan are close, he’s one of my best friends, has been for years, but it’s uhh,” his face returned to the somber state it was before the whole outburst, “it’s not like you and Bill, me and Stan aren’t dating, no.” Richie reached up and rubbed the back of his neck avoiding Eddie’s incredulous gaze being pointed at him.

“WHAT?”

Richie dropped his hand from his neck and looked at Eddie, his face twisting up in confusion, “I mean, you guys are dating, right?”

“Of course not! Bill’s like my brother, that’d be so weird,” Eddie almost yelled back, he was just so shocked at how Richie had come to this conclusion. Eddie thought about dating Bill and he understood Richie’s laughter from before, no way could he date Bill.

Eddie was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, once again though, that he completely missed Richie’s reaction to this new revelation. His face broke into a huge smile that reached from ear to ear and his entire posture changed to one of confidence and he moved about with a slight spring in his step.

“Well then Eds, I’m sorry for makin the assumption. So, how’s about we pick up all this wood I dropped and make our way back to the bonfire with the rest of them?” Richie bent down next to the scattered logs on the ground and waited for Eddie to join him.

Eddie bent down and began to load up his arms. Richie’s pile became uncentered and started to teeter to the side, Eddie put down his pile quickly and rushed over to where Richie was kneeling about a foot away and caught the falling wood as it started to go. He’d been so focused on helping Richie he hadn’t realized how close to Richie he’d actually gotten. After he restacked the wood in Richie’s arms for him he looked up and Richie was already staring at him through his eyelashes. Richie didn’t break his gaze away when Eddie met his eyes and they stayed there for a moment, an energy flowing between them, mere inches away from each other when Eddie’s watch beeped.

It still did that every night at 9:00, a leftover alarm his mom had put in for his bedtime when he had turned 13 and gotten the watch as a gift. Even though his bed time was later now, and nonexistent in the summer, he couldn’t figure out how to turn the alarm off.

Eddie looked down at his watch then to turn the alarm off and saw he’d only been here with Richie for maybe 10 minutes. When he looked back up, whatever moment they’d been sharing before was over and Richie blinked a few times and cleared his throat. He stood back up and waited for Eddie to regrab his discarded pile from before. Eddie had wanted to give Bill more time than the 10 minutes, but he couldn’t exactly keep them at this wood pile any longer without good reason. So, when Richie started back down the dark path, Eddie had no choice but to follow him, still thinking of some way to prolong this excursion.

They were about half way back, if Eddie’s memory of the walk there served him correctly, when it came to him.

He kept his eyes on the ground for a good spot before he saw it. A tree root was sticking out of the ground and Eddie made a slight apology into the air to his knees and took the dive. Bill owed him big time.

He dropped the wood and fell to the ground, landing on his right knee and the palms of his hands, all of them getting completely scraped up.

Richie had been a few feet ahead of him and came rushing back at the commotion, when he saw Eddie on the ground he threw the wood he was carrying to the side and immediately came to kneel at Eddie’s side.

“Eds! Hey, Eds, you okay? What happened?” Richie’s hand nervously fluttered around Eddie as if trying to sense if anything was broken without touching him.

Eddie hissed at the stinging in his palms and his knee, “Ahh, yea, it’s not a big deal but it stings pretty bad. That damn root came out of nowhere.” For good measure Eddie gave the root a dirty look, despite knowing full well the root had nothing to do with his fall.

Richie nervously held out his hands palms up, in question. Eddie placed his hands in Richie’s so that he could look at the damage on Eddie’s palms. They weren’t the worst Eddie had ever seen, but the dirt he could now see in the cuts was making his breathing rate increase and he felt his body tensing up. Richie looked up at Eddie’s face, who was still inspecting the damage he had caused to his hands, and saw the panic setting in. He gave Eddie’s hands a quick squeeze, “Hey, it’s no big deal, we’re gonna get back to Mike’s house and get it all cleaned up, we’ll throw some Band-Aid’s on there and you’ll be good as new, okay?”

Eddie hadn’t anticipated falling as fast as he had, he didn’t think his hands were going to get hurt, or get dirt in them. He couldn’t get the germs out of his head. He started to shake his head very quickly, he needed them cleaned right now.

“No, no, I need to clean it now, my-my fanny pack,” Eddie spluttered out quickly.

Richie looked down at the fanny pack on Eddie’s hip, not knowing what he wants, “Eds, I’m not following, what about your fanny pack?” Richie gave another reassuring squeeze to Eddie’s hands so he could calm down to answer Richie’s question.

Eddie took one steadying breath, “I-I have Neosporin and cleansing wipes and Band-Aids in my fanny pack. Please open it, and – and grab it, please.” Eddie looked up at Richie, meeting his eyes finally, pleading with him to go fast.

“Don’t you worry Eddie, Dr. Tozier is on the case,” Richie smiled at him and reached down for Eddie’s fanny pack. His hands paused as they neared Eddie’s waist though, as if he was thinking of the least uncomfortable way he could go about this for Eddie. Then Richie leaned forward and began to reach his arms around Eddie’s waist. Eddie felt his breath against his cheek and felt a blush creeping up his neck. For a moment he was distracted from his panic and looked down at the top of Richie’s head which was nearly against Eddie’s shoulder at this point. Eddie felt his breath hitch, unsure of what was happening, and then he heard a distinct *click* and Richie was leaning back, Eddie’s fanny pack in his hands.

Eddie watched on with baited breath as Richie removed his top shirt, the Hawaiian one from earlier and laid it on the ground. He then carefully laid out all the supplies on top of his shirt so they wouldn’t get dirty as well. He pulled out his phone and switched the flash light on, as the sun had finally receded behind the horizon and it was becoming too dark to see without assistance. Richie took one of the cleansing wipes from the package and carefully took Eddie’s left hand in his and wiped the largest of the dirt from his cuts. It stung, but Eddie was beginning to focus more on Richie’s expression. His eyes were focused and gentle as he went about the task of cleaning the dirt from Eddie’s other hand with a new wipe. He then moved onto the Neosporin, delicately smoothing the salve over Eddie’s scuffed palms, before grabbing two Band-Aids to put over the cuts. Richie didn’t stop focusing on taking care of Eddie until everything was finished, before finally looking up and meeting Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie leaned forward without thinking. He felt the energy again, like he had back by the wood pile. He couldn’t figure out what it was though. Before he had time to really consider what it was though, Richie closed the distance in between them.

Richie’s lips crashed into Eddie’s before Eddie could realize what was happening. The kiss pushed Eddie off balance from the crouching position he was in and he fell backwards, pulling away from Richie and landing on his newly bandaged hand to catch himself.

“Fuck!” Eddie called out in pain, his hand still being tender from the first fall.

He saw panic rush into Richie’s face, “I … I-I’m so sorry Eddie, I don’t .. uh, I’m sorry,” and Richie began to hastily push all of Eddie’s supplies back into his fanny pack. He grabbed his shirt off the ground and threw it back on as he shoved Eddie’s fanny pack back into Eddie’s hands. He turned on his heel and swiftly ran away, “I’m sorry!” he called out one last time before he disappeared around the bend.

“What the fuck?”

#reddie #reddie fanfic #reddie fic #richie x eddie #eddie x richie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it 2017 #it movie #carnival au #bonfire au #coworkers #mine #my fic #angst #drama #gay #bi

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itfandomsecretsanta · 6 years

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Richie Tozier's Mistletoe Fiasco (Hanzier)

for @finnsjack

from @stnbrough (pastelstanuris)

The snow fell gently in front of Richie’s eyes as he skidded through the snow, clutching something in his hand and trying his best to see through the icy haze. Typical to him, rather than wearing clothes that would suit the weather, the lack of a scarf, coat and hat made his teeth chatter and left his face flushed. A warm orange glow in the distance caused a more satisfying heat to flow through his body in anticipation of seeing who was behind the door of the house his eyes were locked on.

Pure snow was tarnished by Richie’s clumsy steps, and the crunch of his boots in the white blanket was a symbol of the perfect winter.

Knock.

The item was clenched harder in his fist as the door swung open, leaving Richie faced with a warm smile and a welcoming aura.

“Hey, Richie.”

“Hi, Mike.” Richie croaked, having to clear his throat at least ten times to spit out only two words.

“You coming in, or are you just gonna stand there?” He chuckled. He stepped aside and waited for Richie to tap the snow off of his boots and walk into the Hanlon household.

Richie walked cautiously through the hallway, eyes darting around nervously. “Are your mom and dad home?”

“Is this the setup for a joke?”

“No! I just. I wanted to-” He was uncharacteristically at a loss for words, which left Mike confused. “This was supposed to be smooth.”

He frowned at Richie’s nervous nature. “What was?”

Without thinking, he thrust the item in front of Mike’s face, holding it there for a few seconds. Once he realised it was in the wrong position, he lifted it up so it was above their heads.

It happened fast, so Mike didn’t get the chance to see it. But when he did - oh.

Mistletoe.

Although he hadn’t gained a reaction yet, Richie was slipping back into his usual persona. “You gonna leave me hanging?” He winked.

Mike’s lips moved wordlessly for a second. “I…”

The mistletoe was crumbling in Richie’s hand.

“Should we go watch a movie?” Mike blurted out.

The mistletoe had now been dropped to the floor.

“Sure.”

As Mike smiled nervously and made his way to the living room, Richie made sure to crush the plant under his boot as he followed.

♡

“It’s because you freaked him out, genius. Who wants a plant thrust in their face for no reason, a kissing plant, when you think you’re just friends?”

The losers, aside from Beverly and Mike (they were going on their weekly trip to the bakery to pick up some cupcakes) were at the quarry, bikes at their feet.

“That was the whole point! For him to realise we’re not just friends!” Richie protested, kicking the dirt and causing dust to swirl around the immediate environment.

Stan and Eddie flinched at the oncoming filth, but still managed to provide an answer. “Maybe you should get him a present rather than shoving foliage in his face?” Stan suggested. Ben, Eddie and Bill nodded vigorously.

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll do some extra chores this week.”

“Guh-G-Good luck.”

♡

Sure, Richie had the money after two weeks of saving, but now he actually had to buy Mike something. Something that was sincere enough to make him fall in love with him, but not expensive enough that he had to sell his kidneys.

Wonderful.

♡

Stan

“Stanley, Stan. What’s a good Christmas present? You’d know.”

“I literally wouldn’t.”

A pause.

A sigh.

“I’m Jewish.”

♡

Bill

“Well, I’ve nuh-huh-ever bought a present for s-someone I liked before-” Richie rolled his eyes when he saw his gaze drift over to Stan frowning at some tinsel in the corner, “-but e-e-everyone likes my druh-awings? You might h-have a hidden talent.”

“Hey, y’know, if you’re looking for something you could give Stan-”

“I’m n-not taking that Menorah sweater f-f-from you.”

“Fuck.”

♡

Eddie

“Well he doesn’t have a well-stocked medicine cabinet, I’ve checked. Cold medicine never hurt anyone.”

“Thanks for the fucking useless advice, Eds.”

“Beep fucking beep, Rich.”

♡

Beverly

As Beverly walked into Richie’s bedroom, she scoffed at the scene.

He was contorted into an awkward position, a bow nestled in his messy hair, attempting to fit into a box.

“Richie, you can’t be the present.”

A muffled scream came from her friend.

“Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do?!”

Beverly sighed and walked slowly over to Richie, pulling the bow from his hair (prompting an “ow!”), and saying “I don’t know, maybe talk to him, like a human being?”

He was currently the epitome of grumpiness and frustration. “Sure, I can do that,” he responded sarcastically, “just let me turn into Stan, and be an actual functioning person. Wait, fuck that, now isn’t the time to compliment him.”

Beverly snorted and pushed him to the ground from his crouching position. “Not everyone is like you, Rich. Mike doesn’t want grand gestures or expensive presents, he wants honesty. Look, the guys told me about the whole present thing, and they’re useless, so don’t listen to them. It’s about what Mike wants, not what they think he wants.”

While rubbing his ass after it landed so abruptly on the ground, he nodded absentmindedly. “Sure.” He still had one very romantic option left.

“You’re not even listening to me, are you?”

“Yes, Bev, your hair looks very nice. I gotta go.”

“Richie!-”

♡

Ben

“I could write him a poem?”

“Haystack, you’re my saviour. Be sure not to make it too good though, okay? And this is about Mike. Mike. Not Beverly.”

“I think I know the difference between the two, Richie.”

“You keep telling yourself that, loverboy.”

♡

The presents were all scattered across Richie’s bedroom floor. None of them were right.

First of all, the painting was terrible. He hadn’t been in an art class for years, he could barely draw stick figures. Still, he knew Mike’s favourite flowers were daffodils, so he tried to go all Van Gogh and draw some in a vase. They looked more like deformed creatures from outer space.

Stan was no help, so that meant he was one present down.

He couldn’t actually believe he’d listened to Eddie - he’d bought a huge bottle of cough syrup, and wrapped it with gold ribbon. Mike never got sick, what was he thinking?

Ben’s present was nice, sure, but it was clearly his handwriting, and it was clearly about the wrong gender, and the wrong person entirely.

It was December 23rd, and he’d arranged for he and Mike to exchange gifts on Christmas Eve. With the stress of present-buying, he hadn’t actually been able to hang out with him in a while. Richie was either busy mowing someone’s lawn, or Mike had chores at the farm.

It was cheesy, but he missed him so much his heart ached. He missed Mike’s soft laugh when he managed to spit out a decent joke, and the way their hands brushed against each other when Mike walked him to his door, the blinding grin that always replaced a goodbye which left Richie weak in the knees.

If he could bottle those thoughts, that would be the perfect present.

♡

December 24th

There was no mistletoe in his hand this time as he approached the house. That was half because he had an armful of clumsily wrapped presents, and half because he was expecting the outcome to be negative.

Mike still managed to take his breath away when he opened the door, despite him seeing his face almost every day.

“Presents!” Richie yelled. Maybe if he was loud enough, Mike wouldn’t realise what an idiot he was being.

“Presents,” Mike repeated with an amused smile.

“Do you wanna go first?” Richie asked. If Mike only bought him, like, a cactus or something, maybe he’d feel better about his gifts.

Mike handed over the small parcel without hesitation. The box was purple (his favourite colour), and the item was nestled in pink tissue paper.

It was a mixtape.

RICHIE was written in block letters with a sharpie.

“It’s not much, but I know how much, you love your music, and I’ve listened to a few of your records before, so-” Mike was the one babbling now.

“No, it’s perfect.” He whispered. He could feel his throat getting tight and tears forming in his eyes. “I feel so bad.”

Richie probably shouldn’t have been focusing on this in particular, but Mike’s Christmas sweater was the perfect shade of blue. Blue always looked the best on him. He was moving towards him, getting so close their hands were touching. Only Richie’s armful of presents were stopping them from going any further. “Why?”

Seeing that they were close to the couch, Richie sprang back from the warmth of Mike’s presence and dumped his gifts on there before slumping into the cushions defeatedly.

“You can open them if you want,” he mumbled. “But they’re awful. I got you cough medicine, a painting that looks like a five year old did it, and a poem. I gave Ben like ten dollars to write it, and he mentioned red hair! Red hair! I tried to make myself the present but Bev said that was stupid, and, and-” Mike didn’t interrupt, just sat in the armchair across from him and listened.

Richie shifted awkwardly and tried to clear his head.

“When I was wrapping the stupid presents - nearly maimed myself with scissors, by the way - I realised none of them were good enough. And I thought that was just because I don’t know you well enough, or I needed to spend more money. But Bev was right, you don’t want presents, you just want honesty. So.” He breathed out slowly. “I have the most embarrassingly huge crush on you. One time I actually gave Bill twenty dollars to stay at home when we were supposed to go to the movies together so I could be alone with you. Every time someone asks you out I feel ill. I asked Stan, Bill, Ben and Eddie to give me ideas for presents so I didn’t disappoint you. And you just made me a mix tape and I cried. Shit.”

Mike was quiet for a while. “I have another present for you, actually.”

Oh. So he was just going to ignore it, like last time. “Sure,” Richie sniffed. “Hit me with it.”

It was another box, but blue this time.

As he opened it with shaky hands, he saw that nestled inside it was-

Mistletoe.

Mike took it out of the box and held it over their heads.

Richie couldn’t breathe. Surely this wasn’t happening. He couldn’t bring himself to move.

“You gonna leave me hanging?” Mike grinned.

As the snowflakes drifted to the ground for the 5th time that week in Derry, Richie Tozier wrapped his arms around Mike Hanlon’s neck and kissed him like his life depended on it. As the taller boy’s hands settled on his waist, the mistletoe was left to fall to the ground.

Maybe someone else could find some use for it - but they didn’t need excuses to kiss anymore.

#event: 2017 #type: fic #rating: none #pairing: mike/richie #submission

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can’t fake that sort of passion.

eddie becomes jealous when bill kisses beverly in the 3rd grade play.

Everything had been fine at the start. Eddie was sure nothing could have possibly ruined his mood. Not even Richie’s teasing, as he poked and prodded at him in his seat; Eddie weakly smacking at his hands until eventually the torture was redirected unto Stan on the boy’s other side. And not even the fact sitting this close to so many people was making him uneasy. And this was because Bill, his very best friend in the entire school, was going to be in the play.

It had been a topic of conversation for months, and Bill had even let Eddie come along a few times to help paint sets, or run lines with him. They always ended up playing tag or hide-and-seek behind the big heavy stage curtains, running and laughing and tickling until Eddie was short of breath, and Bill would remind him to use his inhaler. Bill was really helpful like that. They had been best friends since the first day of kindergarten, and he had never been mean to Eddie about his inhaler. Just like Eddie was never mean to Bill about his stutter. And if anyone else was ever cruel, they had defended one another as if their lives depended on it. When they met Stan, then eventually Richie, the boys fit right in. But Bill and Eddie would always have a bond that was something else.

Eddie looked up to him, more than he’d ever looked up to anyone before. He always knew where to go, or what to do, and there was never a boring moment around him.

But after little miss Beverly Marsh had put her lips on Bill’s in the school play, Eddie had been avoiding him like he had the plague.

He remembered the night in question well. Bill looking so great in his costume up on stage, delivering the lines they had practiced together smoothly, no stutter. “Nice tights!” He remembered Richie shouting. Eddie had elbowed him so hard that the trashmouth doubled over, an ’Eds!’ escaping his lips between laughter. He ignored him. He tried to focus on the play. But it wasn’t long before he had heard Richie and Stan whisper to each other.

“Is this the kiss scene?”

“I think so.”

See, Bill had never told Eddie about the kiss. In all the time they had rehearsed and run lines together, there was never a kiss. That was something you told your friends about, wasn’t it? Especially your best friend. Richie and Stan knew. But Eddie didn’t.

He remembered the way it had felt like his world was crashing down around him when their lips met. It was for literal seconds. But those few seconds were enough to make Eddie’s stomach flip. Next to him Richie had been whistling, whooping, and being a general nuisance. Eddie left before the play even ended.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe, and no amount of desperate puffs from his inhaler were fixing it. His chest felt tight. He wondered if he was dying, never having felt heartache or jealousy prior to this. He felt tears burn in his eyes, and he called his mom to pick him up. He suddenly didn’t want to be at the sleepover tonight. His mom would call Bill’s mom and tell her he had gotten sick.

Bill had no knowledge yet of his best friend’s’ disappearance. He wiggled his bouquet of flowers playfully at a giggling baby Georgie in his mother’s arms, only to look confused when Richie and Stan ran up to join him without the shorter boy in tow. “Eddie?” He asked first thing, and they glanced at each other before they looked at him and shrugged.

It had been three days since the play, and three days since Bill had spoken to Eddie for more than a minute outside of class. The shorter boy kept finding excuses to get out of the conversation. He had been trying to figure out what he had done wrong, and the answer was made very obvious when Richie appeared at lunch. Well, obvious to Bill. The boys were sitting at their table like any other day, although Eddie’s usual spot beside Bill was occupied by Stan. Eddie was about as far from him as the table would allow.

“Guys, guys, get a load of this,” Richie said, holding the school paper in his hands, “they mention the kiss in here! Check it out, Big Bill.” He thrust the paper into his face, and Bill took a moment to find the review. He didn’t miss the way Eddie was instantly looking at them, a distant sort of hurt in his expression. It was something about the kiss, perhaps. “You’re like a celebrity!” Richie brought him back out of his thoughts, and Bill laughed a bit nervously as he pushed the newspaper away.

“Was just a silly p-puh-play, Rich.” He replied, getting a pout in return. He could feel Eddie’s eyes on him still, as if trying to gauge his reaction to the words when they were about him and Beverly. Can’t fake that sort of passion. Was Eddie trying to figure out if it had been a real kiss after all?

After school, Bill finally confronted him. It wasn’t easy to get him alone, but once Richie had taken off, calling back a “See you later, Eds!”, he moved his bike around the front of Eddie’s to make him have to stop. Eddie tried to go around him, and Bill moved to block him again. The smaller boy groaned in frustration.

“What?” He asked, and Bill gave him a pointed look. “If I don’t get home in time, my mom is going to-”

“Eddie, p-puh-please. You have to tell me w-what’s wrong, or I can’t ap-pologise.” Bill said, studying him carefully. Eddie shrank into himself a bit under Bill’s gaze.

It seemed like forever before he spoke.

“I didn’t know you were going to kiss her,” he said, dropping his own eyes to the pavement in his embarrassment, cheeks pink. “I… the kiss, it wasn’t in the script we read.”

“You and I c-couldn’t rehearse that p-part, Eddie.” Bill told him.

“Why not?” Eddie looked back up to meet his eyes again, and the question combined with such an accusatory look caused the taller boy’s face to flush.

“Because I would have had to.. k-k.. kiss you, Eddie.” He practically whispered the last few words of his answer, fingers tapping the handlebar of his bike before wrapping around it again. Eddie was still staring at him with the same expression.

“But you kissed her.” He stated. “Do you like her?”

Bill shook his head, ‘no’. “It was just for the p-part.” He reminded him.

“Do you like me?” Eddie continued, seeming to have no issue asking these blunt questions that nearly knocked Bill over with nervousness.

“Of c-course I like you, Eddie.”

“Then I want you to kiss me.” The short and innocent seeming boy’s confidence was startling. Bill opened his mouth to speak, before shutting it again when nothing came out; twisting at the rubber handlebar in his palm. Eddie dropped his bike now, stepping a bit closer to Bill, who backed up and nearly knocked his own on it’s side too.

“R-right now??” Bill asked, and Eddie gave a short nod, stopping in front of him, and staring up at him with those ridiculously large brown doe eyes. Bill could make out every freckle on his pale face, his own breath caught in his throat. The other boy’s eyes fluttered shut, and Bill remembered he was anticipating a kiss. He licked over his own lips since they were suddenly unbelievably dry. His eyes lowered then to Eddie’s lips.

“Bill?” Eddie asked, his voice soft, and Bill just couldn’t deny him. He leaned down to close the distance between them, pressing his lips against his friend’s. One of Bill’s hands held the bike in place, while the other traveled to find Eddie’s waist, clutching at the fabric of his shirt. He felt the boy’s soft hands move up to hold onto the front of his own flannel. The kiss wasn’t long, and it was obvious that it was (for all intents and purposes) both of their first real kisses. And when they pulled back they stared at one another, faces flushed.

“See you t-tomorrow, Eddie,” Bill said suddenly, moving and nearly knocking the bike down again. He struggled to get back onto it a little clumsily, and Eddie giggled at this as he stepped back. He hadn’t missed the dark blush in Bill’s cheeks. “Bye, Bill.” He murmured as if he were in a daze, and when the taller boy finally began to ride, he glanced back at Eddie over his shoulder. The other still hadn’t moved. Instead he was standing there, hearts in his eyes, fingers on his lips as he seemed almost completely stuck. Eddie only had one thought, repeating over and over in his head: he had been kissed by Bill Denbrough.

#kaspbrough #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #fic #mine #myfic

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Kurtbastian one-shot - “The Pain” (Rated PG13)

While Sebastian evaluates new recruits for the Ice-plex's J.V. hockey team, one of his wannabes gets in hot water with Kurt when he cuts off a figure skater.

Tensions run high and secrets are revealed. (2093 words)

Part 12 of Outside Edge

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“Alright! Thank you so much, guys and gals, for showing up to this year’s hockey team tryouts!” Sebastian glides down the line of potential recruits, dropping pucks in front of them while he speaks. “It’s been a long three days of drills, but we’ve finally narrowed it down to you guys.” Sebastian stops to give the kids in front of him - holding their sticks at the ready, waiting for their chance to be unleashed and show their stuff - a stern once over. “You should be proud of yourselves. That’s a huge accomplishment.” They hold themselves a little straighter, a little taller for Sebastian saying that. “Before we begin, a little background for those of you who may not already know ...”

Sebastian knows a handful will already know what he’s about to say. These kids have been raised at this rink. They could skate before they could walk. Sebastian has seen a few of them grow up here. He’s been their junior coach for the past five years.

God. He’s only a teenager and already he feels like an old man.

“Westerville Ice-plex has four leagues – junior boys, junior girls, and our two co-ed top tiers, J.V. and Varsity. J.V. are the Ice Dragons and Varsity are the Fighting Titans. You guys are here to become … Dragons.” The boys and girls clap and high five one another. “The Westerville Ice Dragons are not just any team. We don’t just win tournaments and bring home trophies. We also do exhibitions, volunteer workshops, charity events, community service, highway cleanups, you name it. Becoming a member of this team isn’t only about your skills on the ice, it’s about who you are as a person. Yes, we have only one captain and one co-captain, but all of you are expected to be leaders. In order to stay on this team, we need to see community involvement outside of the rink, and we need to see good grades. If you need help in either of these areas, we have more than enough people here to help you. But if you start to lag without asking for help, you’ll be removed to second string. Is that understood?”

“Yes, coach,” the kids say, staggered between nervous swallows.

“90% of the players who have ever been on either the J.V. or Varsity team have received offers of scholarships to some of the best schools in the nation. Ice Dragons and Fighting Titans from the past three decades have attended every Ivy League school in the country. Our players are so sought after that one of the Titans’ best goalies received the offer of a full scholarship to Penn State, and he only played one season.”

“Wow.”

“That’s amazing!”

“Who is that, coach?”

“Oh, you’ve all seen him if you skate here regularly, you probably just don’t know it.” Sebastian smiles deviously. “We call him The Pain.”

“Why? Is he a jerk?” one girl scoffs.

“No,” Sebastian says with a hint of glower. “He’s the best goaltender we’ve ever had. Faster than lightning, almost superhuman fast. He can anticipate most any move. And he’s fearless. No one could get anything by him. That made him a pain in the ass,” Sebastian grumbles, acknowledging that that means he couldn’t get anything by him either. “Anyway, we have five spots opening up and seven of you, so obviously a few of you will not be making first string.”

“Make that eight.” Another boy, suited up and with stick in his hand, slides to a stop at the end of the line. “Sorry I’m late, coach. I had a little trouble making my way over here.” He jabs a thumb behind him, but Sebastian doesn’t follow it, focused on the boy who skidded in over fifteen minutes late as if that kind of behavior would be excused.

“You know, we value punctuality on this team,” Sebastian says, arms crossed, “so this doesn’t look good for you.”

“Sorry,” the boy says, not sounding all that sorry. “Like I said, not my fault.”

“Hey! Hey you!”

Sebastian looks over the boy’s shoulder when he hears his boyfriend’s voice, and even though he sounds madder than hell, Sebastian can’t help smiling.

“Hey, Kurt. What’s up?”

“Your little latecomer there almost knocked over a figure skater!”

Sebastian looks at the boy for a reaction. There’s really only one acceptable reaction in this situation … and the boy doesn’t give it.

“Well, they need to learn to get their fruity asses out of our way,” he says with a superior smirk.

Kurt slides to a stop – a hockey stop in his razor sharp figures - spraying the boy’s skates with snow, which makes him seethe. “They’re practicing in their section!” Kurt says, leaning in to talk into the cage of the boy’s helmet. “You have no right to cut them off! We’re sharing this rink until the other one’s resurfaced! No sport takes precedence on the ice here!”

“Uh, I’d check again,” the boy has the nerve to clap back, “because last I looked, hockey has the tallest trophy in the case after last Friday’s game.” He glances to the side, expecting support from the other hopefuls in line, but they’ve already started to back away.

Sebastian can see Kurt getting steadily angrier, but he manages to keep his cool. “Well then I’d get your eyes examined because technically, after last Sunday’s competition, figure skating has the tallest trophy. I know because it happens to be mine. And I’m telling you that no sport here takes precedence on the ice. You knock over one of my skaters, and you’re out of this rink. I don’t care who you are or what team you’re on. And there isn’t a single coach here, junior or senior, who won’t back me up.”

The boy rolls his eyes but Kurt doesn’t let that rile him. He looks at Sebastian, staring back at the two of them with hard eyes, and says, “Keep your boy in check, Smythe. This is the only warning he gets.”

Sebastian nods. “You got it.”

Kurt turns on his blades and heads across the ice.

“That’s right,” the boy mutters. “Sashay away.” The boy flips his stick and taps the heel on the ice, knocking one of the pucks into another. He takes a peek around. No one’s paying attention to him. Coach is watching that obnoxious figure skater skate towards the penalty box while the other kids trying out for the team have clustered as far away from him as possible, not even trying to be inconspicuous.

Then there’re the line of pucks, sitting on the ice, in perfect firing formation.

At that moment, he decides that there’s no reason for him to be the outcast here. He didn’t do anything wrong. Everyone knows that hockey is where the money is for any rink worth a shit.

So he’s not about to be told off by a frickin’ figure skater.

Sebastian doesn’t know how Kurt sees it. Sebastian didn’t see it, too preoccupied with watching Kurt skate and trying to decide how best to handle his newest troublemaker. The odds of him being Ice Dragon material are slim, but he can’t just cut him loose now. But what if he causes problems later on? With that attitude, how the heck did he even make it this far?

However Kurt sees it, thank God he does, because a hit from a puck at speed anywhere on the body can devastate a skater, hence the full body armor hockey players wear during every game. Rink management even requires that their hockey players wear skates with Kevlar guards after one player’s career ended when a shot to the ankle shattered the bone. A strike anywhere on Kurt’s body could be a career ender, and if not, the amount of time it would take him to recover might derail him regardless.

But Kurt swivels out of the way just in time to avoid a puck to the thigh. He storms back over, a glare in his blue eyes that would stop a charging bull elephant in its tracks.

The boy chuckles nervously, backing away in surrender with arms raised. “Oops! Sorry about that. That one just slipped.”

“I’ll bet,” Kurt says. Sebastian arrives at his side in a second without any idea if he skated over to hold Kurt back, or to hold the kid down while Kurt punches him. “Shooting a puck with the intention of striking another skater is grounds for immediate disqualification from any team at Westerville Ice-plex. Get off the ice.”

The boy’s smile turns into a scowl. “What!?”

“He’s right,” Sebastian says. “Get to stepping. Now.”

“No way! This is bogus!!”

“No, what’s bogus is you thinking you could assault another skater and get away with it,” Kurt says. “You’re lucky I don’t report you to the police!” The boy looks relieved until Kurt adds, “But I am reporting you to the league. Don’t expect to skate in competition any time soon.”

The boy stares for a second, mouth agape, searching for the right cutting remark that won’t just win his argument, but get him on the team. That would show up that stupid figure skater! It would shut him up real good. But, in the end, he decides it’s not worth it. There are other teams, better teams … somewhere. He’s sure that there’s no way they can make good on their threat. They can’t keep him from playing.

He’ll show them.

“Whatevs,” he says, taking his stick and skating off the ice. He cuts through the penalty box to avoid coming into contact with anyone else. Sebastian watches him go until he disappears into the lobby and he can’t see him anymore.

“I gotta send my kids to the other rink.” Kurt gives Sebastian a reassuring smile and skates away. Sebastian sighs. More than likely, that kid gets his attitude problem from his parents. Parents, in Sebastian’s experience, tend to be more aggressive than the players, and that’s really sad, because a player like that boy, with an admittedly kickass slapshot, might end up benched because he can’t get his ego or his attitude under control. But Lord knows he probably didn’t start out that way the first time he strapped on skates.

Sebastian’s mom used to say there are no bad kids, only bad parents. He used to think that was a stupid excuse, that everyone is responsible for their own actions no matter what their age. But the more bad kids he meets, the more bad parents he sees.

The more the saying fits.

“Now that that’s over, let’s get these tryouts rolling, shall we?” Sebastian says, finding his upbeat attitude again. “You’re going to give me ten laps around the ice. You’re going to give me twenty pushups on your fists. You’re going to show me your best shoot the duck, Russian lunges, belly slides, knees spins, and edge work. And after you’ve warmed up, you’ll be evaluated - individually and as a group. This isn’t the time for showboating. Your best chance at earning a spot is by showing us you’re willing to put the good of the team above yourselves. We wanna see how you handle the puck, how you pass, how you shoot, and how you approach the goal.”

One girl raises her hand, and Sebastian points to her. “Yes?”

“You keep saying we, coach.”

“Yup,” Sebastian says. “We.”

“Is that like … the royal we?”

“He would say so.”

The boys and girls look around, but they don’t see anyone else except a spattering of figure skaters exiting the ice, and Kurt, circling back their way.

“Who’s he coach?”

“Yeah. Who’s gonna evaluate us?”

Kurt stops beside Sebastian, giving the boys and girls a bright new smile and a wave, as if the tension from before had never happened.

“Hey, guys,” he says. “Let’s get down to business.”

The kids look down the line at one another, confused, but Sebastian puts a hand on Kurt’s shoulder and smiles.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I believe you all know Kurt Hummel - ten time gold medalist and the pride of Westerville Ice-plex.”

Sebastian hands Kurt his hockey stick. He weighs it in his hands, then flips it around his wrist. It spins three times before he catches it, slapping the blade on the ice. Only then do the kids notice that Kurt has changed out of his figures and into hockey skates.

“But around here,” Sebastian continues, “we call him The Pain.”

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julpux · 7 years

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Beads (Nygmobblepot, NC-17)

Summary: Ed, Oswald and anal beads. That’s it. That’s the plot.

warnings: use of toys, oral sex, anal sex, barebacking (est. relationship)

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Huge thanks to my dear Kris for beta reading!

It’s not unusual for Ed to initiate new things in their bedroom every once in awhile. And while Oswald had been a little intimidated at first - even a tad embarrassed due to his inexperience - he’s long grown to like it.

So when Ed comes forward with a small velvet sack while they’re both already half-naked in bed, Oswald feels a familiar sensation trickling down his spine.

“Oh,” he breathes, eyeing the dark red bag for a moment before meeting Ed’s slightly curious gaze.

“You want to know what’s inside?” Ed asks, a tint of playfulness in his tone. “I would have asked you a riddle but I do respect your ban from them in our bedroom-”

“And I’m very grateful for that,” Oswald chimes in, arching a brow, lips twitching into a small grin. “Okay, so...what’s in there?” He nods to the bag still lying on the bed.

A big smile spreads on Ed’s lips, baring his teeth. Oswald’s stomach flutters. It’s almost predatory the way Ed is looking at him.

“Here we go,” Ed purrs, pulling on a string. Slowly revealing one black bead after another, nine in total. Oswald notices that all of them differ in size. He gulps and heat rises to his cheeks as he realizes what they are.

“So, what do you say,” Ed asks, eyebrows wiggling a little.

“Uh,” Oswald swallows again, his cock giving a little twitch from where it’s slightly straining against the underwear. “Well, I suppose this isn’t a necklace, right?” he says with a small laugh, trying to play off his nervousness.

Ed huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “No, not a necklace. I mean I’m sure you could pull it off, though. It would just...raise some questions if you’d decide to wear it in public.”

Oswald bites his lip, giggling. “Okay, so...these are beads. And I suppose you want to put them...uh-”

Something dark flickers up in Ed’s gaze. “Exactly,” he says, voice grumbling and thick. It makes Oswald squirm, arousal sparking low in his belly.

Oswald can’t help but start to ache for that yet unknown sensation. He’d feel so full. “Okay,” he hears himself say, voice quivering a little as he settles to lie back down onto the bed, spreading his legs.

Within a moment, Ed is on top of him, pressing him down by his weight and kissing him deeply and almost knocking the breath out of his lungs. Oswald arches his back off the mattress, rocking his crotch up against Ed’s, causing both of them to moan into the other one’s mouth during their kiss.

Oswald lets out a small whine of protest as Ed pulls away, already craving the warmth of a body weighing down on him.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, Ozzy,” Ed whispers, making Oswald huff at the use of the overly affectionate nickname. “You want that?” he asks, hot breath ghosting over Oswald’s skin.

“Yes,” Oswald sighs, lifting his hips as much as he can without putting too much strain on his bad leg. Ed’s fingers tug on the seam of his boxers, pulling them off and making Oswald hiss a little as his erect cock springs free.

“Mm, look at that,” Ed hums, licking his lips before he leans down and let’s Oswald’s length sink into the slick heat of his mouth.

“F-fuck,” Oswald gasps, bucking up and feeling the head of his cock bump against the roof of Ed’s warm and wet mouth. His stomach twists with pleasure and it takes all of Oswald’s self-control to not fuck Ed’s mouth in earnest.

Ed moans around him, the sound rumbling through him and all the way through Oswald’s cock, making him groan and writhe in the sheets. Ed’s hands are on his chest, brushing against his hard nipples - tugging, squeezing - while bobbing his head up and down, the sweet wet friction almost making Oswald come.

But then it’s over. Ed pulls off with a wet pop, cheeks flushed and spit-wet lips spreading into a mischievous grin. “Ready to play?”

Oswald moans weakly, squeezing his eyes shut and nodding. As much as he loves Ed’s mouth on his cock, he craves the thrill of trying their newest toy out. And there isn’t an ounce of shame in him that forbids him from admitting that he loves getting his ass played with. A lot.

“Good,” Ed purrs. He props his glasses back up his nose and rubs his hands together. “I have no doubts about getting all of them inside - I mean, of course, if you do feel discomfort at any moment, you let me know. Alright?”

Oswald swallows, nodding as warmth spreads on his face.

“Okay, now lie on your stomach.”

There it is - that demanding tone. Oswald shivers, biting his lip as he obliges, sighing softly as his hard cock brushes against the mattress as he shifts to lie onto his stomach. A pillow is gently shoved under his lower body, lifting his ass up. Just into the right position to give Ed more access to play with him.

“So beautiful,” Ed breathes, fingers digging into the pale plump flesh of Oswald’s ass, kneading and squeezing. A dry finger nudges in between his cheeks, rubbing over his hole and making it twitch.

Moaning softly at both the compliment and the touch, Oswald feels the heat pulse inside him; making him spread his legs even further apart and plead with an almost-whispered, “Ed, please.”

Ed responds by leaning down and pressing two tender kisses on both cheeks, giving each an affectionate squeeze before Oswald can finally hear him opening the bottle of lube.

The room is silent then, just filled with the sounds of their breathing, and Oswald’s shallow little sighs and moans as Ed repeatedly slides a lube-slick finger into him, gently fucking him with it.

Eventually the finger is withdrawn, and while Oswald always hates the emptiness followed with it - even though it’s never for long - he can’t help but almost tremble from the sheer anticipation of what’s about to come.

Looking over his shoulder, he watches as Ed retrieves the string of beads from the small bag.

They suddenly seem to look a lot bigger than before.

“Ready?” Ed asks with his lips curving into an almost mischievous smirk as Oswald just presses his lips together and nods.

And there it is. Ed’s hand on his ass, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pushes the first bead inside, making Oswald gasp a little.

It goes in easily though, with almost no resistance thanks to the thorough preparation he’s received just prior.

Ed hums an appreciative “Good boy”, and gives Oswald’s ass a little squeeze as he pushes the next one inside.

Again, it goes in with ease, even though the first moments when the bead breaches his hole and pops right past the tight ring of muscles, Oswald can’t help but whimper a little.

Two more follow.

“O-oh god,” Oswald moans, face twisting with pleasure as that almost overbearing but delicious ache of sheer fullness washes over him. Ed is gently patting his ass, thumb rubbing over his stretched and lube-slick hole.

“So beautiful,” he breathes, voice thick with arousal. Oswald wishes he could just yank the beads out of him right now and replace them with Ed’s cock. He wants to feel Ed’s warm body on top of him, pressed snug against him and with him inside.

But he knows, Ed wants to finish playing with him. And it’s not as if he isn’t enjoying this as well.

“Ready for the last one?”

Oswald groans, lifting his flushed face from the pillow and nods his head almost frantically. “Yes, god- Ed, I need-”

He’s shut up by Ed suddenly leaning down and crashing their lips together in a heated kiss, making their teeth clash and noses bump together.

“I’m going to fuck you after this,” Ed growls, their mouths still barely apart. “I’m going to slide right into your greedy little hole and fill you up with my cock.”

Oswald nearly sobs.

“Is that what you want, Oswald?”

He whines, straining his neck as much as he can to press his lips against Ed’s. “Please.”

With a quick thrust, the last bead goes in, causing the other ones to shift inside Oswald’s ass and pushing them deeper.

“Fuck,” Oswald hisses, the bundles of nerves inside his ass sparking with arousal at the stimulation.

Everything feels tight and full, almost unbearably.

And then there’s a tug.

“A-ah,” he whines, toes curling as his hole is stretched wide around the bead before it pops out of him.

“Well, we got to get them out of you before I fuck you, don’t we?” Ed remarks with an almost gleeful tone, seemingly enjoying the reactions coming from Oswald.

There’s another tug, followed by more, causing all of the beads inside him to move along until every single one is gone from his body.

Oswald is breathing heavily, his cock stiff and painfully throbbing against his stomach as he waits.

He can only imagine how he must look right now, lying on his stomach, panting and with his ass propped up, his hole all pink and stretched.

The mattress dips and Ed’s hot breath is tickling against his neck.

“Ed,” Oswald sighs, lifting his head to get a look and maybe another kiss.

“Shhh,” Ed hushes him, gently pressing their warm lips together.

Oswald’s ass is still throbbing from their intense foreplay as Ed eases his thick length inside.

While Ed usually starts with slow thrusts, he moves right onto pounding into Oswald mercilessly this time.

Oswald can do nothing but grab at the sheets, his vocabulary reduced to nothing but breathless pleas and moans.

The heat that’s been building low in his belly all this time flares up eventually, making his whole body tense up before Oswald’s coming with a hoarse scream of Ed’s name.

Ed isn’t quite there yet and despite of the nearly uncomfortable overstimulation, Oswald is glad he isn’t pulling out.

It takes a couple of more hard and pointed thrusts until there’s a hitch in Ed’s breath and his hips stutter.

Oswald whimpers, closing his eyes as he relishes the sensation of having Ed’s cock pulse deep inside him and his come filling him up.

“F-fuck,” Ed hisses, pressing his face into the sweat-damp skin of Oswald’s neck. “Love you. Love you so much.”

“Love you, too,” Oswald breathes with a smile on his lips.

Later after taking a quick shower, they’re snuggled up on the bed again.

“So, do you think we should play with...them again, sometime?” Ed asks with a raised brow and a small smile tugging on his lips.

Oswald who’s curled up against the taller man’s side, lifts his head a little, propping his chin onto Ed’s chest. “You know, I was thinking…” he pauses, batting his eyelashes at Ed coyly, “maybe you could buy ones that have more...beads? Five really seems almost...amateurish. You and me both know I can definitely take on more, right?”

Ed blinks at him, taken aback for a moment before he lets out a small giggle. “Uh, well - um okay, I guess I can...get us another pair?”

And there it is: a dark tint of pink slowly covering Ed’s cheeks.

Oswald can’t help the smug grin spreading on his lips.

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