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[sw33tswithabit3]

✮ Sweeter then butterbeer ✮

⭑ Summary: you watch as Oliver wood finds himself to be overly stressed from quidditch practice, you as his girlfriend take the initiative to comfort him and request to have a weekend date at hogsmade to ease his mind about the upcoming game.

⭑ Ship? : Oliver wood x Hufflepuff reader

⭑ Warnings : none!!

⭑ fic type? : fluff !! (Established relationship)

I hope you enjoy .ᐟ

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It was a colder day at Hogwarts snow dusting the ground in thick sheets, the wind whipping at your face as you watched from the Quidditch stands as your boyfriend Oliver wood whipped through the air confidently on his broom. You loved watching him during practice, he knew you did too.

As you watched he would gaze your way and give you a lovely lopsided confident grin before zooming off to continue practicing. You knew how serious he was about quidditch, it filled your heart with excitement watching him doing the thing he loved so much.

The cold air whizzed around you your hair whipping around, earlier you had tried to put it up but evidently your efforts seemed to have failed you ,, pushing your now messy hair out of your face you caught oliver dropping from his broom onto the ground with an obvious irritation luring off of him usually you would just wait till practice was over to see what was wrong but, what caught you off guard was Oliver moving from the fields to the locker room.

He never left the field this quick without a reason, that’s what worried you most. as you moved from your spot in the stands and onto the field the area of the locker rooms came into view.

you walked in cautiously in case the other players were in there with Oliver, but they weren’t. You spotted him sitting on a bench with his hands stroking his messy brown hair back, he looked at you and let out a small sigh before smiling softly at you with that same grin he gave you moments before yet this time it was more frustrated and tired.

“Hey loves,,” he said in that sweet but tired voice you adored so much. “What are you doing in here?” He said raising an eyebrow.

“You seemed off earlier while playing, I just wanted to checkup on you was all.” You said walking over to him and sitting next to him, a small gap of comfortable silence filled the room after he replied with a small ‘hm’ taking in what you said quietly. You could tell his mind was away from the conversation in the silence as his gaze was almost unfocused his jaw tightening slightly as he was deep in thought.

Once you took notice of his now definitely obvious irritation you spoke calmly trying your best to comfort him.

“I noticed how stressed you’ve been about the upcoming game against Slytherin, truly I believe you guys will win. You put in a lot of time and energy into everything. It’s admirable really,”

He turned his head toward you smiling softly at your words, he always took it to heart whenever you comforted him, more so whenever it dealt with quidditch, but to heart nonetheless.

“Yeah,, I’m not worried about winning per se I’m more concerned about the rest of the players being ready.”

You hummed, nodding along as he spoke more about his frustrations with the situation, once he finished speaking about it all you gently cupped his cheek speaking softly

“Well, no matter how the match goes I’m sure you will be able to make it amazing. You always do find your own ways to figure things out.” You kissed his cheek and pulled away with a small smile “but,, on another note I was wondering maybe me and you could go on a date to hogsmade this weekend? Maybe it will help ease your mind from everything”

He smiled after you kissed his cheek, a light pink dusting his cheeks along with the smile. “Sure, I’d like that. But honestly, your sweeter than butterbeer loves. Anywhere with you would ease my mind.”

After a few more shared sweet words and pecks you left the locker rooms and made your way back to the stands, Oliver making his way back to the field with a now less frustrated grin on his face.

Sitting back down you couldn’t help thinking to yourself ‘I cannot wait for hogsmade.’ Your own grin slowly rising at the thought.

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My first fic !! Thank you sm anon for requesting this!! I hope you enjoyed lovely!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

@noneofurbusiness193847

[abzania]

One thing I'm looking forward is watching Caleb's dark circles slowly fade over time. They do such a good job at showing us his mental state, but they make me so sad. It'll be so satisfying to have screen caps where they get lighter and lighter until they're eventually gone.

[m4mmonthebest]

Do you think you could write anything for Cam with a male reader who overworked himself? Similar to how Eddie does, reader is constantly running around the house trying to help all of the objects and ends up burning himself out. Cam notices and tries to get him to take a break but reader is so caught up on not disappointing anyone that he brushes Cam off with an "I'm fine."

I really love your writing a lot!! I'm so glad you're back but don't overwork yourself!!

Xoxo

Cuteee!! Yes!! I'll go ahead and do that. And thank you so much for the kind words!!!

Take a rest, trashcan orders.

// Male reader x Cam (Fluff)

(Freddy appears at the end!)

The exhaustion on your face could be clearly seen by anyone that had functioning working eyes. And even then, could probably still be heard in your voice.

Even since meeting you, Cam quickly noticed the way you never rest. It's like you have to have your brain occupied all the time, usually helping others, one of the reasons Cam was so wary at first because of your niceness.

He quickly realized however that you genuinely do it out of a desire to help, and not a way to feed your own ego. And once he noticed this every single good word kind of made him stupidly happy. He didn't want to be helped, and it would be dumb to not get that the way you spoke to him so freely was different from the way you talked to anyone else.

Cam fell in love, in a way that could be considered violent. Like he was falling from a building and waiting for the imminent splash of his body on the pavement.

-

Seeing you like this did bother him quite a bit. He tries to trick himself into saying it's fine. You're barely friends anyway, so you can do whatever you want. He wouldn't like being bothered (you could never be a bother to him, he thinks to himself) so he should keep quiet.

He sees the way you take the Dateviators off, carefully setting them down on the kitchen table as you grab your head and stay like that for an amount of time that is worrying. You began to move until--

CLANK!

A small can of an energetic drink hits you on the leg. You stay put for a bit and grab it, then softly put it back inside the garbage bin.

You go try to go to the living room but--

CLANK!

An exasperated sigh leaves your mouth, and you quickly place the dateviators on your face, pointing towards the trash can.

Cam appears, hands playing with his bag strings, as he looks at the sides, not being able to look you in the eyes.

"Took you long enough."

- Cam, what do you want?

"Woah, getting a bit of an attitude huh? starting to sound like me."

- Cam.

The man sighs, shoving his hands on the baggy pants and looking at you with his neutral serious expression.

"Doing too much."

- What?

"I'm saying you're burning yourself out. Take a rest or something."

- There's lots of stuff to be done around here, I can't just STOP doing things. It doesn't work that way.

"There have always been things to do. And You did them okay, this however is more than just doing things, isn't it?"

Your eyes pierce through Cam's. While his face shows no much emotion, just looking at his eyes you could see the glossiness in them. A small begging of please don't be too hard on yourself. You don't get it.

You begin to walk away, trying to just get out of the situation but Cam grabs your arm firmly.

"Hey! Are you gonna just ignore me? I'm talking to you!"

The way Cam, who usually does not raise his voice sounds now makes you a bit startled. He is not loud, but he's trying to get you to listen.

- ... I'm fine. Goodbye.

You go to take off the Dateviators, but Cam quickly wrestles you to the ground. You're not sure how he even got the strength, but once you're both on the floor he makes sure to pin both of your hands. You're sure that if you struggle enough, you'd be able to get out of his grip... but you're tired.

- Cam.

"No. Not letting you go. At least not until those things run out of battery or something."

Your hands move a bit, trying to test the man's strength. He keeps you in place properly, sat on top of you.

"...!"

You feel the hands quickly leaving your wrists, as if they suddenly were made of scorching metal. He slides off your body like it was made of jelly.

You're able to sit down now, pressing your back against the cabinet near. You take a small look at Cam.

He's beet red. You can tell by the way his shoulders and ears are flushed, despite him looking away trying for you not to notice.

...Oh. Okay. You get it.

"Ugh. Whatever. If you want to work until you die go ahead. Not like I care."

One of your hands finds his shoulder and he stiffens.

- Can you look at me Cam?

He does not reply, or move.

- Look at me Cam.

The tone sends a small shiver down his spine. Fuck. He curses his weakness.

He turns around slowly. Looking at you with a frowning face. He IS bright red.

When suddenly your hand cups his cheek his demeanor shifts into one of full panic, and if you didn't think it was possible he turns even more red.

"W-wait, wait, what are you-"

He was expecting a kiss, but instead you pressed his forehead against yours. His eyes shift, just looking at your face and features. Your own closed, you're not able to see the worry on his expression. The slight red coating on his flesh is still there, but with less intensity.

Both of your breathings synchronize.

He really wants to just kiss you. He just can't muster up the courage.

-...I'll rest Cam.

"..."

Your eyes open and you're able to see an extremely pensive Cam. You find it adorable. You really want to kiss him, but you can't muster up the courage.

You both stay like this for a while. Eyes closed, until you hear the small beeping of the Dateviators running out of charge.

When you pull away, you can feel him unconsciously trying to follow your touch. He doesn't even realize, and you won't tell him that.

- Goodbye Cam. See you tomorrow.

"....Okay."

-

Cam is losing it once you leave. He curls up in a small ball on the floor just groaning and sighing, grabbing at his bag strings and pulling. He hates it. Why do you affect him so much? One person treats him like he should and now he feels like dedicating his life to you? He hates it a lot.

"You alright champ?"

Freddy looks at Cam, trying to see if he needs any help.

"Yeah. I am."

Freddy sees Cam curling up even further. And tries to think of what to do.

"I got some food about to spoil... it's been there for too long. It seems running around has made him forget to take it out."

"Do you want it."

Cam doesn't respond for a long time. Freddy sighs, but as he's about to leave...

"Put it here. Next to me."

"Alright buddy!"

Freddy does as he mentioned, leaving some bitten pieces of unfinished food next to the Cam's body.

He leaves. Cam doesn't move from the spot for a while. But then just rests his body against the trashcan (In game logic) and grabs a piece of cake you've left unfinished.

He takes a bite, and then another.

Closest thing to a kiss, he supposes.

Tomorrow he will see you again.

And hopefully he's just a bit more brave this time.

[imjulia-andilikecats]

I hate it when Mokumokuren reminds me at 11 in the morning that The Summer Hikaru Died is also a horror series. 🫠

TW: TSHD/HGSN Chapter 46.1 Spoilers

Side note, Tekada saw this and Kouhei getting taken, AND STILL let Hikaru (a 15-year-old) go up the mountain ALONE.

Image taken from The Summer Hikaru Died Chapter 46.1

[onedaythreeautums]

Change (Soldier Boy x reader)

Images flashed through your mind. Blood. Lifeless eyes. Bodies. Your chest rose and fell in quick breaths, the world around you fading away as the events from last night played on loop in your head. It was supposed to be a simple mission, make sure Soldier Boy is kept under control while he speaks to The Twins about who gave him away to the russians. Butcher put you in charge of being his babysitter because of your ability. You were basically a copy cat, any Supe you touched with your hand, you could copy their power. Maybe not down to the T, but for Butcher, he believed that was good enough. Soldier Boy had one of his episodes while confronting The Twins, several Supes died at Herogasm and the house was in pieces.

You were almost another body added to the pile had you not jumped behind Soldier Boy.

The entire mission went sideways. Homelander showed up and you were expected to fight him while Butcher was out of comission. It almost costed your life. You haven't been working with the team very long, you often tried to stay as far from Supe drama as possible. But now you were in the middle of it, all because Butcher dug up your past and blackmailed you with it.

You thought you'd never have another persons blood on your hands, but you realized if you were working against Vought and Homelander then lives would be lost. That was a reality you had trouble grasping.

You could still hear the screams and cries of those caught in the crossfire of Soldier Boys outburst. You could still vividly see the bloodied and scorched bodies. You could smell the burnt flesh. You didn't know how long you had been sitting on this couch, how long your fingers had been gripping the cushion that your knuckles were white. When did you start crying?

You barely acknowledged when Hughie came around to check on you, he tried to be comforting and place a hand on your shoulder, but you jumped away like his hand was a flame that burnt you. You didn't even notice the hurt and worry behind his eyes as he walked away. No one knew how to comfort you, or what to say. So they let you sit on the couch, for hours, for a day now. You haven't eaten or had anything to drink. You could slowly start feeling the affects of fatigue creeping up on you, dark circles under your eyes, your eyelids growing heavy. But anytime you closed your eyes, all you could see was the massacre that you had a part in.

Your ears barely picked up the footsteps approaching, something green entered your vision, and then you felt the cushion next to you dip as the person took a seat. You recognized that suit all too well, and you were expecting a rude comment, telling you to suck it up and move on. But it never came. It was quiet, the only sounds cutting through the silence were your shaky breaths.

A warm sensation brushed against your knee, jolting you from your trance. You glanced down at the leg connecting with yours, then hesitantly let your gaze travel up his form, your own body trembling with each inch you approached his face. Stopping just at his chin, you hesitated, wary of the emotions that might wash over you when you met those piercing green eyes. His leg nudged against yours, a gentle reassurance that you didn't have to look up if you weren't ready. You never imagined Soldier Boy to be the type to offer comfort-his interactions had never resembled this before. Could he understand what you were feeling? Had he ever been in your place?

You never cared to look into Soldier Boys past, you hoped once Homelander was dead you'd be able to go back home and not speak to anyone in this group again. But you were beginning to rethink that.

Your gaze dropped to the floor once more, and you felt your body finally begin to relax. You hadn't realized just how tense your muscles had become, but a sensation of lightness gradually enveloped you. Leaning back into the couch, your shoulder brushed against his, and you braced yourself for him to move away or get up. Yet, he remained still. The warmth of another human being, someone alive, anchored you in the moment. The haunting images began to fade, allowing you to focus solely on the gentle pressure against your leg and arm, coupled with the warmth radiating from Soldier Boy. This closeness was deliberate, the couch had ample space for three, ensuring you weren't crammed against each other. His presence was the last thing you anticipated, yet it was comforting. You appreciated that he didn't attempt to offer words of consolation. you were certain that if he spoke, he would only make matters worse. His way with words was far from graceful, every utterance was like an insult. He barely knew what kindness was.

It was comforting to think about, in a really messed up way. Americas former greatest hero, also the biggest jerk you've ever met, sitting next to you and trying to be as comforting as his cold and hateful personality would let him. Maybe there was something softer beneath the surface, something warmer and more relatable.

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should i make a part 2?

[arthur-lesters-left-eyebrow]

You know Kayne probably panicked the second his face started breaking. There must have been a moment where he thought it meant his plan wasn't going to work. That he had miscalculated somewhere. And then he told himself that it was just another him like he told himself that it was all Lillith's fault that Arthur was weird because he needs to deal with something simpler. The truth doesn't matter because he needs to complete his wager because if he doesn't what is supposed to do then? This can't have been for nothing and there has to be a way out of this.

And then he listens to Arthur for a moment and there is another him. He was right. That lie he half-believed in wasn't a lie. He can go through with the wager. It must have been such sweet relief. He's comfortable enough to show his face if it hasn't been for nothing. If he can still fix this.

[aloonatlast]

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