Going with Harry to tape the BBC Radio 1 interview with Grimmy (Fluffy af)
Or when you have to keep secret that you filmed a video question for Harry…
“Nervous?” you ask before taking a large bite of toast with butter and jam.
“It’s just a normal chat with Nick,” he wipes the crumbs from your lip before you can swat his hand away, adding, “I’m just nervous for it to air.”
“Yeah, too bad we can’t be on the beach with Nicky when that happens,” you smirk from your perch on one of the tall stools by the breakfast bar.
Harry smacks your thigh lightly from his seat next to you, nearly spitting out his tea. “You know he hates when you call him that,” he tilts his head to the side as his body shakes silently with laughter.
“‘S’why I call ‘im that,” you say with a mouthful of jam.
A/N: here’s some hades!harry! Sorry if it’s shitty I’m trying to get back in the game! And sorry for any typos and mistakes! Enjoy :-)
Being a god comes with a large bundle of heightened emotions and Harry honestly wishes that they came with an off switch. Celestial beings are called “celestial” for a reason, after all. They’re abnormally better than any human, and thus they must keep an attitude and air that enforces nothing less, but damn feelings for being able to get in the way so easily at times.
Gods must be calm and collected under the most extraneous situations, they must rule with an iron fist, and most importantly, they must forbid emotions from deterring them in any way. He’s not saying that he hates feeling emotions more intensely; some are worth the toil. Pleasure, for example, is felt tenfold what any human could handle and he can almost say that this alone makes the troubles worth it. But it’s moments such as now that bring forward overpowering feelings that he wishes he could cast aside: a dangerous mixture of excitement and anxiousness.
More specifically, the excitement and anxiousness that comes with the return of his beloved wife, Persephone (or as he calls her, Y/N), from being away for her given six months of the year.
I don’t really know what this is, but I couldn’t shake the idea so… Here’s a little post 5x20 thing.
“Oliver, man, I really think you need to go to the hospital,” Diggle said as soon as they’d gotten both Oliver and Felicity safely back upstairs into the old campaign office.
“I’m fine,” Oliver argued, moving a little unsteadily on his feet before bracing himself against a desk.
The bloody gash on the back of Oliver’s head from what was probably a pretty spectacular fall down an elevator shaft told a different story, but before John could argue Felicity was already at Oliver’s side.
“You hit your head so hard you passed out, Oliver,” she said, wrapping a hand around his wrist. “Which was not a fun couple of minutes, let me tell you. I thought…”
She trailed off, lip quivering slightly, and John didn’t even have to see Oliver’s reaction—the way his shoulders slumped, expression softening—to know that the argument was over.
“You should go, too,” he said softly, placing a hand on top of her’s on his wrist. “Your chip…”
“It’s probably fine,” Curtis interjected, causing everyone to look in his direction where he was standing beside Rene and Dinah. “As long as it’s working again it shouldn’t… be… much of a…”
John swung his gaze back around in time to see Oliver glaring at the younger man. When he turned back around Curtis’s eyes had gone wide and he looked appropriately nervous.
“But you should probably still go get checked out,” Curtis said, gesturing to Felicity. “Better to be safe than sorry, right? And you do have a head wound, too, so it probably wouldn’t be a bad thing to…”
John was almost impressed by Curtis’s Felicity-worthy babble, but his friends had clearly already tuned the man’s ramble out, lost in that place where only the two of them existed. He felt his lips pull up in a smirk as he watched them interacting with each other in a way he hadn’t seen in far too long.
“I’ll go as long as you go,” Oliver murmured after a few moments.
Felicity smiled, eyes crinkling in amusement, before she winced. Her hand shot up, gently touching the wound at her hairline. “Yeah,” she agreed with a nod, “we should both go. Probably gonna need a professional to do the stitches if I don’t want to end up looking like Rene.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rene asked.
“You know, cause of your…” Curtis chuckled, gesturing to his own eye to indicate the scar on Rene’s face.
Oliver laughed, moving away from the desk and gently throwing an arm around Felicity’s shoulders when she gestured for him to use her as a crutch, though it didn’t escape John’s notice that Oliver seemed a lot steadier than when they’d first pulled him out of the bunker.
“What’s that supposed to mean about my face?” Rene asked again.
Curtis eyes went wide and Dinah stepped up, patting him on the shoulder, but John didn’t stick around to see how that argument ended. Instead, he followed Oliver and Felicity out to his car.
“Everything looks okay,” Dr. Schwartz said, looking at the chart in front of her. “But you really need to stop getting concussions.”
“That’s what I keep telling him.”
Oliver turned at the unexpected voice to see Felicity leaning against the doorframe, ankles crossed. A bandage covered the wound on her forehead she’d received when the EMP had knocked them both across the bunker.
Oliver wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt a rush of relief at seeing her. It could have been because she was clearly okay, despite Adrian’s attack, or it could have just been that she’d bothered to come find him at all. It was probably both.
The warm smile on her face was definitely a relief after everything that went down with Helix and then Adrian attacking them in the bunker. Oliver had ended up admitting things about himself to her that he’d never so much as considered telling another human being, especially not her. But, somehow, it seemed to be exactly what they’d needed. He’d felt like a weight had been lifted as they spoke. The wall that they’d built up between them finally toppling as he confessed his biggest fears to her. And her being here in his hospital room, that smile on her face, despite everything, only proved what Oliver already knew to be true.
Felicity Smoak was remarkable.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.
“Oh!,” she laughed, gesturing to the bandage on her head. “Yeah. Didn’t even take many stitches.”
“I know in your line of work it can be unavoidable sometimes, but you should be cautious. Both of you,” Dr. Schwartz said and Oliver saw Felicity stiffen from the corner of his eye.
Her eyes went round in surprise that the doctor knew their secret, before her expression melted into a kind smile.
“We could definitely stand to take a few less risks,” she agreed, moving over towards the bed Oliver was leaning against. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to him,” she said, voice soft and earnest as her gaze met his.
Like always, everything started to slip away, leaving nothing but the blue of Felicity’s eyes. He remembered a time when that sensation had scared him, but now it felt like coming home. He’d missed it.
“I’ll go get your paperwork started,” Dr. Schwartz said, interrupting the moment. She moved for the door with a knowing smile. “When you’re ready.”
Oliver nodded before glancing down at his feet, suddenly more uncertain than he’d felt in a long time. He wanted to reach out, to cup Felicity’s face in his palms and make sure she was really alright. But, despite the warmth that had suddenly replaced the epic cold front their relationship had been experiencing, they weren’t there yet. They might never be there, Oliver admitted to himself, feeling his heart sink.
“So…” she said and he glanced up to see her smiling. “You ready to go home?”
The words cut through him. They were everything he wanted to hear, but he knew she hadn’t meant them the way they’d sounded. Which she realized half a second too late, judging by the suddenly nervous look in her eye. But when she spoke, it wasn’t exactly the awkward babble Oliver was expecting.
“I mean, my home. You know, the loft,” she clarified, then took a deep breath and he watched as her blue eyes filled with a steely kind of resolve. “I think you should come home with me.”
Oliver’s mouth dropped open and he could only stare at her dumbly for a moment. Long enough that she heard what she’d said.
“Not” —she gestured wildly in front of her— “like that! I just meant…” She paused, regaining her composure. “You’ve been staying in the bunker and now that Chase has compromised it… I don’t want you staying there.” Her eyes went soft as she smiled. “Stay in the guest room. That way I know your safe. Besides” —she grinned— “I know for a fact the bed in the guest room is more comfortable than that cot you’ve been sleeping on.”
Oliver couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face, he really couldn’t. “Oh, do you?”
Felicity’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t back down. She stared up at him, eyebrows lifted pointedly, until he finally nodded.
guys met, fell in love, etc. and being a longtime fan of him, on your wedding
day, (y/n) posts a picture of him and her kissing on twitter/Instagram with the
caption “guess I don’t have to Photoshop him & I together
anymore” and he reads it and just laughs and cuddles her. Much fluff.
Author’s Note: It’s short and sweet. I believe one of the requests was for a previous game, but I didn’t
get to it in a timely manner and I wanted to make sure I got this one
out before too much time had passed. I also posted a Jordie Benn imagine
tonight. Max Domi is up tomorrow, and it might be my favorite imagine
Word Count: 1,403
Your eyes instinctively fell closed, your heart sinking into
your stomach. Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes, skimming the sea of
disappointed fans all around you; finally settling on Auston. Standing by the
bench, his hands were resting on the top of his stick, his bottom lip pulled
between his teeth as the Capitals celebrated at the other end of the ice.
You had managed to make it to all of his home games during
the playoffs; carefully planning your schedule and reworking your obligations
back home, making the 5-hour drive from Michigan each game. The two of you had
met when he was playing with the National Development Team and both of you
worked hard to maintain your relationship over the past few years, despite the
distance. For all the doubt there had been surrounding the Leafs at the
beginning of the season, you couldn’t be happier for Auston and how far the
Leafs had come, but it was still disappointing to see the boys lose.
You heard Ema sigh as her arm wrapped around your shoulders,
giving you a squeeze; the two of you sporting matching frowns. Your eyes
followed Auston as he made his way through the handshake line, then to center
ice as the team saluted the crowd, his shoulders slumped. You and Auston’s
family headed to the lower level of the arena to wait for him. Your phone buzzed
moments later, slipping it out of your pocket you saw a text from Auston.
Auston: I’ll meet you back at my place? More media stuff
to do than usual.
(Y/N): Okay. I love you.
Auston: Love you.
As you went to put your phone back in your pocket, you
noticed Ema was quickly typing a message out on hers. Glancing up at you, she
gave you a quick smile.
“I guess we’re all getting the same message?” she asked.
“We’re supposed to leave and he’ll talk to us later?
“Yep, that’s the same one I got.” you sighed, just wishing you
were able to give Auston a hug.
“Brian and I are taking the girls out for a late dinner. Do
you want to join us?” she asked.
“I appreciate the offer but would you mind just dropping me
off at Auston’s on your way?” you questioned. “I should be there when he gets
“Of course, sweetheart.”
The short drive to Auston’s from the ACC felt like an eternity.
You waved goodbye to his family, watching as the car drove away. Walking slowly
into the building, you thanked the doorman as he held the door, making your way
to the elevator, and stepping into Auston’s condo a few minutes later. You
changed into your pajamas and made a cup of tea before settling the love seat
on the balcony, overlooking the bright lights of the Toronto skyline, the cool spring
air felt nice on your skin.
You were lost in thought a while later when the glass door
slid open, Auston stepping out onto the balcony, having already changed out of
his suit and into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.
“Hey.” he mumbled, forcing a quick smile on his face before
it fell, sliding the door closed behind him. “I was looking for you for like, 5
minutes. I thought my parents took you out to eat with them.” he said, walking
over to you, taking a seat beside you.
“They offered, but I wanted to be here when you got home.”
you said, setting your mug on the low table in front of you.
You leaned back, Auston crossing his arms in front of him
before resting his head against the wall, his eyelids fluttering shut. You sat
in silence for a few minutes, listening to Auston’s steady breathing. You knew
he was upset about the loss, and you didn’t want to pressure him to talk about
it. You scooted closer to him, his arm instantly draping around your shoulders,
you cuddled into his side, his arm pulling you closer.
“I’m sorry.” he breathed, finally opening his eyes, turning
his head to look down at you after a few moments. “I can’t believe you drove
hours to see… that.”
“Auston, you have nothing to be sorry for.” you said, your
hand resting on his chest. He looked down at you, unconvinced. “I would drive
that distance to see you lose every game of the season if it meant I got to
spend more time with you.”
A smiled tugged briefly at the corners of his mouth before
settling into a straight line. “You’re too good to me, you know that?” he said,
shaking his head sadly.
“I know this whole season has been hard on you, you’ve been
more stressed than I’ve ever seen you. Is there anything I can do to help?” you
asked earnestly, looking for any way to soothe your boyfriend’s worries.
“You being here is more than enough.” he said, pressing a
kiss to the top of your head. “I didn’t want to lose, I’d give almost anything
to still be playing, but you know, I’m just exhausted. Just sitting here with
you and not having to think about opponents, systems, scoring…. It’s just what I
need.” he admitted.
“Do you want to talk about the game?” you prompted.
“No.” he said flatly. “Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week,
maybe never. Right now, there’s just so much shit going on in my head. I don’t
even know if I was making sense to the media.” he sighed. “And then tomorrow is
just another day of interviews where I’ll get to keep talking about it.” he
“Can I tell you one thing?”
“Sure.” Auston replied, reaching up to brush a strand of
hair off of your face.
“I’m so proud of you, Aus. You’ve been working so hard for
so long and I’m glad it’s paying off. I’m just so happy for you and I’m really
proud of you.” you said.
Auston smiled the first genuine smiled he had all night. You
tilted your head, your lips meeting his with a matching smile.
“Thank you for being here.”
“I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” you said, running a
hand through his hair, pulling his lips back to yours.
“You mean that?” he questioned as he pulled back.
“Of course, I do.” He nodded, turning to lay on his back, resting
his head on your lap, his long legs draped over the armrest. Your fingers tangled
into his dark locks, massaging his scalp. He relaxed into your touch, looking
up at you through his long lashes. He studied your face, thinking. You raised
your eyebrow, but he gave you no hints as to what he was thinking.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Matthews?” you
laughed after a moment. He reached up, pulling one of your hands away from his
head, holding it in his own over his heart.
“I know you have a lot going on at home and I’ll be heading
back to Arizona in a few days. But… maybe next season you’d want to be here in
Toronto with me… permanently.” You saw insecurity in his eyes, unsure of what
your answer would be.
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” you smiled, your
heart almost beating out of your chest.
“Yeah. I am. Then you wouldn’t have to spend so much time
driving. If you wanted, I’m sure you could get a work visa; you wouldn’t have
to if you didn’t want to though. I know it’s a lot to think about, but then you’d
be around after all my games. And I think you’ll find I’m a lot more fun after
wins. I just think—“ he babbled nervously.
You leaned down, your lips finding his to shut him up.
“That means you’ll think about it?” he asked when you leaned
back a few moments later.
“Yeah. I’ll think about it.” you agreed. “I already have an
answer, so make sure to give me a heads up if you change your mind.”
“I won’t.” he smiled. A shiver ran through him, goose bumps
rising on his skin. “It’s cold, babe. Can we go to bed?”
“Of course, babe.” you replied as Auston sat up. “You need
“And I need you to cuddle with me.” he said, a playful pout
spreading across his lips.
Request:Hey I absolutely love
your imagines, can you do one where Y/N is comforting Auston Matthews about the
most recent OT loss and just the overall stress of the playoffs. Like super
fluffy and cuddly pleasee
I THINK I MADE THE CUTOFF UNLESS IM TOTALLY OUT OF IT, if
that is the case go on with your wonderful selves and ignore this! But can I
request an Auston Matthews imagine where you live in the U.S. (Michigan maybe?)
And make it up to his last game of the playoffs and comfort him after?
(Also,sorry if this has been requested!)
sana wearing all black against all the girls wearing white tho…and the only girls we see wearing more colour (a colour closer to sana’s, which is a metaphor) are sana’s friends: noora in black and white, and eva in a grey-ish green. that was an interesting composition.