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.
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!)
just another lil something as I need to move my butt and start posting more! This is a tad drunk / sleepy Harry.
“I’m s’not drunk.” Harry amusingly giggled like a child, showing you his teeth as he thought of what to say next. His eyes were on you, and they made you feel good inside. His glances were like no one else’s.
“Snot?” You asked, his smile slightly vanished, he looked at you not understanding your words.
“S’what?” Harry asked you again. He sat up straight on the padded chair and rubbed his eyes like a child wanting sleep. He focused on you again. His soft pink lips went to open, but quickly shut again as he lost his train of thought.
“Why are you speaking like that?” You asked with a smile, putting the straw in your mouth and drinking from your pitcher. God you loved him, the pair of you loved nothing more than taking the piss out of each other.
“Don’t laff, it’s ‘m accent. I’m not from ‘round ‘ere ya’now.” He said looking down, he acted embarrassed but the smile on his face said completely different. He really didn’t know what he was saying by this time, he had the same amount of drinks as you did, but when he eventually hurried off to the toilet, not wanting to break the seal. You switched his G&T for Tequila, Harry’s demon of all alcoholic drinks.
“Where you from then baby?” You asked him. Of course you knew where he was from. You were girlfriend, but it was fun to mess with him when he was drunk. His hand held yours, fiddling with a ring on your tiny index finger. Harry loved your hands, they were tiny, which he loved, and they were dainty, which always made him laugh, he found it funny how every time he held your had it reminded him of when he hold hands with Lola, his 3 year old niece.
He’d been gone a month and a half, and you were missing him horribly. Face-times and text’s were not enough make either of you feel better. You were craving him, you’d wake up aching for him, your entire body needed his touch, you deserved it. Two days, he promised, two days left and he’d be home and he’d make it up by going to the bar where you first met, sit at the same table, order the exact same drinks, and have the exact same conversation you had that night.
It was a shit conversation. You both knew it. You wanted each other, and that was before you started ordering numerous concoctions. The heat, the passion, the eagerness was there, but neither of you admitted it, you both remained calm, no eagerness shown. You laughed hard at his really shit dad jokes, and he acted really interested in the degree you were studying although he didn’t know what astrobiology was.
And you didn’t know that he was secretly throbbing under his black ripped skinny jeans, and he didn’t know that you were soaking from the thought of that tongue being inside you tonight.
The night carried on, and more drinks were poured. You both over thanked the waitress each time she brought the drinks over, embarrassing fits of giggles escaped your mouths as you tried to reenact voices of television characters you used to watch when you were both little. The night was ending soon and there was nothing you could both do to stop time, neither of you wanted to go home and you both definitely didn’t want to go home alone…
“I’m from, ‘uh.. I’m from Scot - ta - fornia.” He said to you. He said it again to himself and nodded. “I’m from Scottafornia.” He smiled, and took another sip of his ‘G&T’. He struggled to find the straw, his eyes were located on the straw, yet his mouth was having trouble and couldn’t find it.
You cleared your throat. Scotland and California maybe?
“Are you now?” You asked, very amused at his answer. “What’s it like there? Sounds like it’s hot but also cold?” He watched you speak, he couldn’t quite understand why you had such a smile on your face.
“S’nice. Real nice.” He said proudly, so unaware of his mistake.
“Baby, take ‘meh shoes off’t.” Harry whined.
You looked at him and put your hands on your hips. “Harry I’m your girlfriend not your bloody mother.” You barked at him. He looked at you and gave you the pout he knew would win you over, it did, you leant across and took his shoes off.
“Not my socks Y/N!”
His voice shrieked. You looked up at him ands eyes were wide. You couldn’t help but laugh, but he frowned at you and mumbled to himself.
“No socks to be worn in the bed, you know the rules.”
He did know the rules, time and time again you’d get into bed and find numerous amount of socks just rolled up under the covers. You thought you were going mad, but you weren’t. You’d sit up and throw the socks out of the bed, lay back down and still find some. Harry loved to wear his socks to bed. You though, you hated it.
He got under the covers of your bed and scowled at you, while mumbling something that sounded similar to what you’d just said, but you decided to ignore it. You got undressed and put some pyjamas on. You went downstairs to get a glass of water for Harry, who was a lot more drunker than you.
You placed his glass of water on his bedside table and crawled into bed next to him. He immediately turned over to face you. “Got you something, for your feet.” You said with a little smile playing at your lips.
“Hope it’s ‘ma socks.” He said bluntly. You could see him rubbing his legs together under the duvet. You let out a little laugh again. Not like Harry to be dramatic.
You move the hot water bottle from your stomach to his hands so he could feel what you were on about. “Here.” You watched him. His face relaxing to the warmth. He smiled at you and ever so quickly got under the covers to place it under his feet.
You smiled and got comfortable, pulling the duvet that smelt of Harry up to your neck and letting out a little sigh of relief that neither of you have been sick yet.
“Y/N, baby.” Harry started.
“’Fanks for the hot water bottle,” He said slowly. He moved closer to you wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in your neck. He left little kisses, and let out a little sigh.
Characters: Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, PackMom!Reader.
Everyone had arrived but Derek, at this point you’d assumed he just wasn’t coming but you pushed that thought to the back of your head. You had the pack to think of.
“It’s not fair, you’re taking care of him 24/7!” Jackson whined at you.
You sit the knife on the cutting board and cross your arms. “Oh yeah? Tell that to the gunshot victim lying on my couch. He needs constant care, Jackson.” You lower your voice and walk towards him. “He’s not the same as us, kiddo. You need to remember that.” Jackson was complaining about Stiles getting all of your attention and it had struck a nerve. “If you want attention, do something nice. I don’t give you attention because you’re so hostile to everyone. You can’t just be nice to me and think that it’s okay.” You smile as you place a hand on his shoulder. “Try being nice, Jackson..okay?”
Jackson lets out a deep breath. “Yeah, okay.”
He leaves the room and you go back to cooking when you noticed Derek. “Hey.” He smiles.
“Hey, when did you get here?” You smile back.
“Long enough to hear you talking to Jackson. You’re great at this, by the way.”
You shrug, “It’s natural, I guess.”
“Can I talk to you about something?” He walks toward you.
“Yeah, should we go upstairs?” You look up at him. He nods and you lead him upstairs to your bedroom.
“So..Liam imprinted on me this morning. Normally, I would’ve been ecstatic that I’m on my way to becoming a pack father..but I know you’ve already filled the parental spot.”
“That’s impossible.” You cross your arms. “He came over before everyone else and we had a talk. I felt the connection from his imprint on me.”
“You don’t think…?” Derek starts.
“I’ve only heard of it happening once or twice.” You look up at him.
“It’s possible. I’m almost certain Isaac has imprinted too.” Derek watches you carefully.
It’s incredibly rare but sometimes members of the pack can imprint on two people. It usually happens with a husband and wife and not two people who just met, but it happens. When members imprint on two people, the people are drawn towards each other, it’s almost like raising kids together.
“Should we go get Liam and Isaac?” He asks. You nod before sticking your head out the door, you call for them and you hear them bounding up the stairs.
“What’s up?” Isaac asks as he walks in and sits on your bed.
“Did you imprint on Derek?” You ask bluntly.
The both of them look at each other. “It’s not on purpose.” Liam says quietly. He looks sad, like he’s hurt your feelings.
“Hey.” You walk over to him and he looks up at you. “It’s okay. We still have our connection. My feelings aren’t hurt, it’s fine.” You nod reassuringly. Liam wraps his arms around you tightly and you smile. You ruffle his hair and hug him back. “You’re my pup, Dunbar.”
He laughs. “It’s not weird though, right? I mean, I didn’t imprint on you with any intentions.” He says to Derek.
Derek shakes his head and comes to your side. “I get it.” He smiles. Liam exits the room and you can feel his happiness radiating.
“If I’m being honest here, you guys are a hot couple. I mean, we just helped you out.” Isaac smirks, his head propped up on your pillows.
“Isaac up. Now. Don’t act smug about it because you’re embarrassed that you had a connection with a guy.” You walk over and pull him up by his ear.
“Ow ow ow..okay.” He pulls away and rubs his ear. “Sorry. I’m not embarrassed I just don’t want Derek to feel weird about it. You know…because I’m a dude.”
“Oh come on, Isaac. Don’t play the no homo card. That’ll get you kicked out real quickly.” You warn.
“I don’t think it’s weird.” Derek approaches him. “I appreciate that you felt you could come to me. You know I’m always here.” He pats Isaac’s shoulder. You saw how he talked to Isaac and you felt bad. They should’ve imprinted on him in the first place, not you. He’s an amazing father figure.
“Thanks. It’s just nice to have someone to talk to.”
“Isaac are you still staying with Scott?” You look up at the tall boy.
“Yeah, why?” He looks at you.
“Move in with me. I know the whole parent thing is touchy, so just let me handle it okay? You’ll have someone for parent teacher conferences, to sign permission slips…we’ll work something out, yeah?” You smile and take his hand. He looks like he might cry.
“Y/N, I’d love that. You’re a better mother to me than my biological mom.” You hug tightly.
“If it’s not too forward…I could help take care of him.” Derek looks at you. “I could move in, we could get legal custody…” You and Isaac pull away.
“A two-for-one deal?”
You laugh. “Yeah, Isaac. A two-for-one deal. It looks like you just got a new set of parents.”
“I’m going to go talk to Scott.” He smiles and leaves the room.
“I hope you don’t think that was inappropriate…me offering myself up to live with you.” Derek says.
“No, I mean..if we’re going to be pack parents it’s probably better that we are together anyway..” You smile. “Legally adopting Isaac too? That would be amazing.”
“Hey, sorry to change the topic..but I didn’t kiss you last night and I was just really caught up in you..and I hope you didn’t think that was weird because I did want to kiss you.” Derek rambles.
From what Scott has said about him you always thought he’d be kind of grumpy, not insanely adorable and soft. “No, it’s fine.” You smile.
“So, it would be okay if I did this?” He presses his lips to yours, pulling you close to him.
You kiss him back, mumbling against him, “More than okay.”
You kiss gently, nothing was escalating quickly. You hear footsteps and you pull away from him, smiling when you see Lydia enter the room.
“Stiles is being aggressive.” She pouts.
“What else is new?” Derek mutters.
“No, like he said he just wants you. He’s not letting anyone else get near him.”
You glance over your shoulder at Derek before going downstairs to Stiles. “Everybody out. Go out back or upstairs, I don’t care just out of this room.” You watch as everyone scatters. You squat in front of Stiles. “What’s going on?” You press a hand to his forehead, he still has a fever.
“I don’t know..” His voice sounds raspy. “I feel weird. I’m hot and extremely angry.”
You smile, Derek coming into the room with water. He hands it to Stiles. The younger boy sits up, drinking the whole bottle in no time.
You and Derek exchange glances. “Stiles lay back down.” He does as you say and you lift his shirt up where the bullet hole was, only to your surprise, it was gone. No hole, just the thread you’d used to sew stitches.
“Derek can you grab me the scissors?” You ask and he nods, going to retrieve them.
“Stiles, have you been feeling better?” You watch him closely as he nods. Derek returns with the scissors and you cut the stitches out and examine the area. Absolutely no sign of a gunshot wound.
“Is it possible you got bit?” You ask him quietly.
“I mean..I guess it’s always possible. Look who I surround myself with.” He responds.
“The bullet could’ve been laced in something.” Derek pipes up.
“That’s true. You were shot by another pack…”
“Wait, does that mean I’m a werewolf?” Stiles sits up immediately.
“It could..” Derek says and you stand up, sighing as you run a hand through your hair.
“Scott!” You yell, knowing that wherever he’s gone he can still here you. He runs into the house quickly. “What’s up?”
“I think Stiles is turning.” You turn and look at him, sensing Stiles’ panic.