#the way I still swoon in 2023
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okay i need an lando x reader now after p3 in qatar where he is finally happy again and the reader is the first who is there for him after the race.
Me when i have requests dating back all the way to last September! 😟
Look How Amazing You Are (LN4)
Summary: After Lando’s disastrous qualifying in Qatar and redeeming podium just hours later, Y/n is there to remind Lando of where his worth truly lies.
Warnings: references to q*t*r qual*fy*ng l*ndo (i sobbed for him that weekend), language, references to lando beating himself up (verbally not physically lol), talks of a marriage proposal
“AND IN COMES LANDO NORRIS! THE MAN STARTING AT P10 ONLY TO FINISH THIS RACE IN P3, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL RACE FOR NORRIS!” The man screamed into the microphone as Lando zipped by in his favorite papaya car.
Y/n, tears in her eyes, flashed back to the night before as she stared at the TV in the McLaren Garage, her boyfriend finishing better than he had anticipated. He had cried in her arms as they sat on the hotel bed as she tried to remind him of all the accomplishments he had made so far in the 2023 season. He had argued with her, telling her none of that meant shit if he continued to screw up as he did in qualifying and she had countered back, fighting against the verbal abuse he was putting himself through.
To say the least, she was scared for this race. She knew if he finished poorly, he would’ve been destroyed. It was concerning slightly when she genuinely took a look at how much Lando put his self-worth into racing, knowing one wrong move and he was so incredibly heartbroken. She hated to see him get angry with himself over something so minuscule in the grand scheme of things. So, as she watched him rise above everything he had gone through the day before and finish on a podium, she was on the verge of crying.
Jon pushed through the people in the garage, making his way to Y/n and smiling widely at her, giddy over the boy’s achievement.
“Come on, Y/n! You can see him when he pulls up at the podium if we leave right now!” He grabbed her hand, dragging her out to the outside and down the pitlane to reach the big podium.
“Jon! I never go to the gates!” She laughed as he continued pulling her throughout the masses.
All he did was look back at her with a dismissive glance, “He’s going to want you to be there after everything that’s happened this weekend!”
They reached the mass of papaya colored engineers and Jon pulled her throughout them, pushing them and apologizing, before shoving her in the front and center of the group. Just as he got his phone out, hitting record on his camera and knowing he was about to capture something that would have fangirls swooning, Lando began slipping out of the seat in his car.
A flash of green helmet invaded her vision as Lando began sprinting toward the group, his visor up and eyes wrinkled with a smile hiding beneath the protective gear.
“I DID IT, Y/N!” He screamed over all the whooping and hollering, falling into her arms as he giggled with joy.
She smiled back just as excited for him, “YOU DID, LAN! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!”
Hands and arms from the engineers surrounded them, patting Lando’s back and congratulating him on his finish. Jon stood next to the couple, still recording and elated for Lando.
When the boy pulled back, his eyes bore into his girlfriend’s as she grabbed ahold of his helmet and said, “Before you go up there, can you please repeat after me?”
He cocked his head, nodding nonetheless.
She shook his head lightly, “You are amazing and no bad qualifying defines how amazing you are.”
She could see the blush that riddled his cheeks as he continued to nod at her.
“That’s not repeating!” She exclaimed, looking at him sternly but both knowing how much of her love was held in the moment.
“I’m amazing and no qualifying defines how amazing I am.” He said begrudgingly, still smiling at her from behind his green helmet.
She grabbed ahold of their interlocked hands and kissed the back of his, “Thank you. I love you so much.”
He hugged her once more, “I love you too. Thank you.”
Jon ended the video just as Lando skipped off to the podium, leaning towards Y/n and showing her his phone.
“Aww, Jon, can you send that to me?” She asked, hearing Lando’s voice played back as he repeated her words back to her.
He nodded, “Already done.”
—
“Thank you.” Lando whispered into the quietness of the night as Y/n laid on his chest, her hair sprawled out on the pillow on the side she was supposed to be one. Although, Lando had pulled her into him the moment they hit the mattress, telling her she would not be sleeping on her side of the bed at all that night.
Y/n turned her head, her chin propped against his chest so she could look at him, “For what?”
He stared at the ceiling, “For being there for me through it all. I was a mess last night and you still sat with me, tried to talk me out of everything I was feeling. Then, today you celebrated the podium with me, reminding me of how wrong my words were last night. I just-” He peered down at her, “I love you so much and I’m so grateful to have you.”
She smiled, “Lan, you’re so sweet. I love you too and I’ll always be here for you, no matter what it’s for.”
He nodded, “I know. Doesn’t mean I still can’t tell you how rare it is to have what I have, which is you.”
The darkness of the room masked her red cheeks, “Well, that’s very nice of you.”
She rested her head back down, hearing his heart beat faster than usual, “Why’s your heart going crazy?”
He laughed, “I think because I just realized I’m ready to start planning a proposal.”
Her mouth fell open and she sat up, “For marriage?!”
He got up, sitting next to her and nodding, “Yes, is that too soon for you?”
“No,” She said without hesitation.
“Good,” He gave, lying back down and pulling her with him.
His heart still beat quite quickly as she listened to it, and her body filled with warmth. Maybe that was because Lando was just warm or the fact that he just told her they would be getting engaged soon, she didn’t know. A mix of both, she thought.
“You’re about to make so many young girls mad.” Y/n joked, eyeing her left ring finger and imaging a band around it.
Lando just chuckled and shook his head, “As long as I make you happy, I think I’m good. Happy wife, happy life, and all that.”
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nothing but love
quinn hughes x reader
warnings: pining for one another, mention of alcohol (i think?), and alludes to sex (literally for one line)
summary: the four times quinn wanted to kiss you and the one time he did.
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1 - The Bar, May 3, 2022
Quinn’s first time wanting to kiss you came early in your friendship. He had been forcing himself out of his shell, making himself attend events and go to bars with his teammates, longing for that sense of normality in Vancouver that he had back home. You weren’t exactly looking for anyone, although all your friends who had boyfriends and girlfriends just assumed you were looking for someone. They’d make comments that the relationship didn’t need to be serious, it could be a hookup or even a friends-with-benefits type of situation. You didn’t need any of that, hell you didn’t even want a relationship.
Someone nudged Quinn as you approached the bar next to them. Brock Boeser who was determined to be Quinn’s wingman. “Dude no,” Quinn hissed quietly to Brock but it was too late. Your head had been turned, Quinn had only seen the backside of you until this moment. Brock leaned over in front of Quinn, tapping your arm that rested on the bar.
Quinn didn’t believe in love at first sight until this moment.
Your head turned and you saw the two hockey players sitting there. “Hi, I’m Brock,” he flashed a smile at you that typically made all the girls swoon, “My buddy Quinn here wanted to talk to you.” Brock patted Quinn on his back harder than you would ever realize. “Hi,” you smiled at Quinn, trying not to be hurt by the uninterest from Quinn. Brock was suddenly excusing himself and you absorbed his seat.
“Did you really want to talk to me, or was that your friend trying to set you up?” You blurted aloud. Quinn chuckled, “Are you that good at guessing these types of things?”
“I overheard him whispering to you. For a bar, the music is not loud at all.”
Quinn let out another chuckle. “I’m (Y/N).” For the shortest second, Quinn’s eyes flicked down to your lips and he wanted to kiss you right then and there. “Can I buy you a drink (Y/N)?”
You nodded, “On one condition. I need you to know I’m not really looking for anything right now, I don’t know what I want in life. So, agree to just being friends?”
“Agree.” He still wanted to kiss you.
2 - The Pizzeria, December 16, 2022
Quinn was in between games and you were feeling the loneliness of being single during the holidays. You tried to remind yourself that you weren’t looking for a relationship at this time. You had grown close to Quinn over the months you had known him. It was hard to keep up with him sometimes, he was traveling everywhere and sometimes you wouldn’t know where he was until you saw the game on TV. Not to mention, he disappeared over the off-season.
He was home for a couple of home games when you texted him, asking if he was in town and if he wanted to get pizza. He was exhausted and knew he was playing against the Jets in less than twenty-four hours. Nonetheless, he was meeting you downtown.
Quinn and you probably sat there for hours. Talking about random things and eating pizza was nice. Since he was gone over the summer and dealing with the Canucks, he didn’t really have a chance to see and hang out with you.
You were there, sitting across with him, pizza in your hands and Quinn was just looking at you. He wanted to kiss you again. “What?” you laughed nervously, unsure as to why Quinn was looking at you. He shook his head, snapping himself out of the small trance he was stuck in. “Nothing, just thinking.”
You shrugged and went back to eating your slice of pizza. Quinn needed to stop thinking about you in this way. You had made it clear back when you first met that this was strictly a friendship. You weren’t looking for something at this time and he wanted to respect that but that didn’t stop him from wanting to kiss you.
3 - New Year's Eve/New Year's Day - December 31, 2022, & January 1, 2023
Brock Boeser threw an impressive New Year’s Eve party. The team had returned from Calgary hours ago and now his house was decorated in cheap gold and silver decorations to ring in the new year. You weren’t sure when you got the random headband that read “Happy New Year!” but Brock was wearing the matching 2023 paper glasses.
Elias had a party blower in his mouth, being obnoxious as the team was no longer focused on the loss to Calgary a little bit ago. Quinn wasn’t a huge drinker but he had a beer in his hand. You were talking Thatcher when Brock loudly exclaimed that there were two minutes to midnight.
Most of the house emptied but you glanced around for Quinn. “Hi,” you smiled as you approached him. He was already taking off his jacket, draping it over your shoulder as you wore a gold dress to the party. “It’s cold outside,” he explained himself.
The two of you were left alone in the house for a brief second before someone shouted to come outside. “Sorry that you guys lost,” you said. Quinn shrugged, “We can leave that in 2022.” Quinn let you walk outside first, following behind you. Brock’s backyard was full of people as everyone was suddenly chilly in the brisk air but vibrating with excitement for the new year.
“One minute!” Someone shouted.
“You look good tonight,” Quinn mumbled but you couldn’t hear him over everyone counting loudly. “What was that?” you asked. “Oh, never mind," Quinn's face flushed red.
You were there, standing next to him as everyone began counting down from ten. He wanted to kiss you. Fulfill the tradition of a New Year's kiss when the clock struck midnight. Five seconds but Quinn was still debating. He wanted to kiss you so bad. Three seconds and someone was getting ready to light the fireworks.
“Happy New Year!” Everyone shouted. Fireworks were set off for everyone but you and Quinn. No kiss to set off fireworks between you two. “Happy New Year Quinn,” you leaned up and kissed his cheek. It would have to do for now.
4 - Rogers Arena, January 27, 2023
Your phone had Quinn’s directions on it as you walked through the arena. He told you what signs to follow, who to talk to, and exactly how to get to him without looking like a fan. You didn’t have a jersey of his until right before the game. You were there to support him, you had to wear a jersey with his name on it.
The paint on the wall was suddenly interesting as you waited for Quinn. Trainers and other staff members gave you odd looks as you waited. He had scored a goal in the first and assisted with another in the third. The Blue Jackets had been defeated. You heard Quinn before you saw him. He was talking to Elias and you became aware of the families of the players standing around you that hadn’t been there a second ago.
He was showered, hair still wet, pleased with himself for the night. You had been pretty excited to see him, it was a thrilling game and the crowd was enthusiastic. The two of you made eye contact and he smiled, striding toward you. You met him halfway with a hug so strong you surprised him.
“Hi,” Quinn laughed. “Nice game,” you commented, still hugging him. Quinn pulled away slightly and looked at you. It was taking all his strength not to kiss you right then and there. He didn’t care who was around him. He didn’t care about anything else besides finally getting to know what it felt like to kiss you.
The air around the two of you seemed to freeze and you almost looked like you were going to kiss him. Time felt frozen. The sound of his teammates talking had faded away in a second and then all came flooding back.
A hand on Quinn’s shoulder knocked him out of this point and time. You broke eye contact with Quinn and looked at Elias who had walked over. Elias was oblivious to what he had just broken up. “You coming out with us tonight?” Elias questioned you. “Yeah,” you swallowed hard, “of course.”
+ 1 - He finally does it.
Quinn was returning from the summer. He had spend his summer in Michiagan with his family but for some reason, he spent hours during the summer texting you. He was itching to see you and he wasn’t even dating you.
He texted you and asked if you wanted to catch dinner the day he got back. He had a short time period between him coming back to Vancouver and the NHL Media Day in Vegas. He was here to drop off his suitcases and to have a meeting with the Canucks.
You were ready for dinner and in the middle of getting your jacket on when Quinn called you. “Hello?” you answered. “I have to cancel I’m so sorry.” You frowned, feeling your heart drop. “I have this meeting with management and everyone I can’t miss.”
You tried not to feel bad and tried to be understanding. “Okay.”
Quinn sighed. He felt horrible. He wanted to see you, catch up with you, and finally act on the feelings he had been keeping to himself. “I’m really sorry.” Quinn went back to the meeting and even though it was an important meeting, he couldn’t get his mind off you. “Quinn? You ready to be the next captain?” someone asked as he was snapped back to the conversation.
It was later that night. You had changed out of the cute outfit you had picked out for dinner. You hated to admit it, over a year ago you told Quinn Hughes that you weren’t looking for a relationship. And now, you were deeply in love with him. Not seeing him over the summer, only talking through text and short phone calls just made you lust more.
Wearing pajamas, you walked to the front door after someone knocked loudly. You had left your tub of cookie dough on the counter to answer the door. You had thrown yourself a mini pity party after Quinn canceled dinner. You opened the door and Quinn was standing there, huffing and out of breath. “I had to take the stairs, someone let me in so I didn’t have to buzz you,” he huffed out. “Quinn what are you doing here?”
He took a deep breath. “I think I fell in love with you when you sat next to me at the bar. I tried so hard to make myself not love you because that isn’t what you were looking for. I can’t do that anymore. I’m in love with you. I have nothing but love to give you.”
You were speechless. You wanted to cry, jump into his arms, kiss him, all at the same time. “Kiss me Quinn.”
“Thank god.” Quinn closed the gap between the two of you, hands cupping your face as he kissed you deeply. Every time he wanted to kiss you in the past were no longer on his mind, this was the only thing he wanted to cherish forever. You let him walk you backwards into your apartment and shut the door behind him.
Quinn’s arm was wrapped around your body and your head resting on his chest. He didn’t want this day to end. He was on cloud nine. He would never get tired of you. The button up he was wearing when he arrived was on the floor along with his other clothes and your pajamas. “Why did you have to cancel dinner?” You finally asked.
“Oh, they named me captain.”
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"David is very easy to fall in love with." - Michael Sheen
Hi. How are you? Good, I hope. Okay, so can we talk about just how fucking beautiful David Tennant is? And by “we” I mean “I” and by “talk” I mean “babble incoherently into the void”? Great! I’ll attempt to impose a bit of organization on this just to satisfy my pathological need to inflict structure on words (thanks college/job/brain), but I can’t promise much. Also, there will be A LOT of pictures and gifs. (you’re welcome?)
And this isn’t just because I am deep in the bottomless well of Good Omens fandom and that Crowley is basically the most breathtaking creature that has ever existed. Well, not just because of that.
*cue Aziraphale's "good lord" from 1793*
ANYWAY, like a lot of people, I became a fan of (i.e., fell deeply and irrevocably in love with) DT during his run as the 10th Doctor. He was young and bright and full of just about everything – joy, sorrow, wit – making him incredibly watchable. His look was also so charming: big bouncy rooster comb of hair, absurdly cheeky smile, expressive-as-fuck eyes and eyebrows, and a tall, lanky form that seemed to be made of rubber and the kind of granulated sugar that could only be found in candy from the 90s that are now banned in all first- and second-world countries.
So yeah, I was super into him and his Doctor’s adventures. And I continued to watch him in other projects and still swoon (looking at you, slutty Hamlet)
even at characters where that was not the desired reaction (fuck you, Kilgrave, you delicious monster).
I would also always become a bit (a lot) weak in the knees at his voice regardless of which accent he took on, though always preferring him doing any Scottish brogue because of fucking course.
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Roll that tongue, you sexy beast.
But what I want to get into today is just how incredible he looks in the year of 2023.
He’s 52 years old and I am somehow even more attracted to him. Maybe it’s because I am myself older, and my tastes have matured alongside? I certainly do enjoy gray hair way more than I did 10 years ago.
He’s aged incredibly well, probably a combination of good genes and good health, and he’s clearly not clinging to the Hollywood idea of “youth”.
(insert obligatory grumble about the double standards of men being praised for aging and women being demonized…the potentially problematic nature of the term “aging well” in general…acknowledge this with my enlightened brain but ignore this with my slutty heart…fuck the patriarchy, etc. etc.)
He’s still tall and skinny, even gangly at times, all long arms and legs that can move in impossible directions with unfathomable grace.
His face is leaner, that incredible bone structure creating sharper edges that draw the eye. Speaking of the face, he’s got these creases on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes and mouth that are evidence of time spent well: smiling, laughing, living. Makes you want to trace your fingertips along each one.
Oh god that smile? Good lord. It’s weapons grade charm that can also be quite intimidating. Sweet, humble, silly, scary…full spectrum of options here! His shark smile is the definition of “irresistible” in my Dictionary of Delicious Dudes.
I am both proud of and grossed out by my own word choice.
Continuing with that face...the hawkish nose, the dimples you want to drown in, the big eyes, those motherfucking eyebrows...
I could seriously write a whole essay about those eyebrows, but I already give my therapist enough to worry about.
Oh those eyes. “Piercing” is a term usually reserved for blue eyes, but I would argue it applies to DT’s bottomless chocolate pools in that they slice through my heart every damn time.
Honorable mention does go to those Crowley snake eyes because they could have been distracting and diminishing to his overall look, but they absolutely are not.
Such a pretty shade of yellow.
Random tangent to swoon about his hands. For whatever reason, I like checking out a man’s hands, and DT’s got a set that drives me wild. I can’t even really explain why, but I just really like the way he articulates with them. Crowley is a perfect example, what with the miracle snaps, caressing globes, and holding whisky glasses. Yum.
Delicious demon digits
Fresh tangent: How does this fucker look good clean shaven, with stubble, and a goddamn beard? How is that allowed?
He's got a face that makes me wanna take up sculpting
Further, how is his fucking neck so hot? Like, seriously, show me the math. I can’t stop staring at it. And when it’s cloaked in a turtleneck? Please, sir, may I have some more?
Fuuuuuuuck
With no segue whatsoever, I am absolutely obsessed with his hair, across all contexts. Big, bold, blood-red Crowley coifs (especially in Season 2)? Check.
Proper gentleman side part? Check.
Side shave with cartoonishy springy 14th Doctor shock? Check.
Lockdown locks with and without headband? Check!
It’s a goddamn buffet of delicious options.
Oh damn speaking of that 14th Doctor look? Good fucking Christ on a buttery Ritz cracker. The whole DT collection is on display: the hair, the eyes, the bone structure, the smile, the clothes, and even the glasses!
To quote Pam on Archer, “I swear to god, you could drown a toddler in my panties right now! I mean, not that you would.”
Now that you (I) mention the clothes, I never cease to marvel at how he can wear pretty much anything and look amazing. Stripes, patterns, wild colors, etc. He just always looks…not exactly comfortable, but sort of at ease like the clothes were created with him in mind. And this goes across the spectrum of Casual to Costume to Promotional (e.g., interviews and premieres).
They are almost illegally cute together
We all know by now how ridiculously tight those Crowley pants are and how it influenced his signature serpentine swagger (thank you, Costume department, you’re the real heroes). That said, he and those slinky hips still looks so incredibly natural in them like they came from his actual closet.
Stupid sexy snek
And he pulls off the look of more ridiculous stuff like full Shakespearean costumes or that sad gray-hoodie-black-shorts-and-Wellington-boots combo from the first season of Staged. He somehow gives off the air of “whatever, they’re just clothes, man” while also looking like a damn model.
Georgia is a very lucky woman
Final thoughts: I know DT dislikes talking about how people think he’s so attractive because I’m sure it feels a bit icky if you just want to live your life and do your job. But my guy also clearly understands that he’s not some ghoul who has succeeded on incredible personality and acting chops alone. So, that said, maybe he'll forgive me for posting such a long, rambling, ode to him?
#david tennant#crowley#thank you for coming to my ted talk#really more of a david talk#i feel very normal about him#not at all feral or rabid#staged#doctor who#10th doctor#14th doctor#kilgrave#good omens gifs#good omens#good omens 2#gif warning#slinky hips#crowley's hair is like a separate character#both an appreciation AND an objectification#Youtube#i just really like hands ok#they grow them differently in Scotland#he's got hands that I want to touch and be touched by
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Good Omens: Lockdown and Crowley not mentioning his living situation in S2*
*till S2E6 when he asks if he can have his apartment back bc he's bored of living in his car but Aziraphale doesn’t hear bc mentally he’s in Alpha Centauri.
Having read the 'Crowley doesn't tell him' Neil Gaiman ask close to when I first listened to Lockdown (I lived under a rock until recently), my initial thought was HAS HE BEEN LIVING IN HIS CAR FOR YEARS?! but I think he was still in his apartment in 2020:
as far as Hell knows, Crowley just had a pool party in holy water (the holiest) so the higher-ups are probably willing to give him some space (plus Beelzebub is busy going on pub dates w Gabriel)
while there should be ~8 months between the end of Season 1 events (The Very First Day of the Rest of Their Lives on Sunday, Aug 25, 2019) and the Lockdown phonecall (on or near the 30 year anniversary on May 1, 2020), I can't imagine that's a very long time for Hell, especially if you're understaffed and busy dealing with fallout from Almostgeddon / going on pub dates
Shax dropping off mail and asking about the boiler seems like something one does in the first few months of living somewhere, not ~3 years in (if S2 is in 2023)
That said, I think the phone call underlines why Crowley never directly tells Aziraphale that he is living in the Bentley in S2, and it's just a great conversation (all hail Gaiman) sooo I wrote about it:
***Note: This post analyzes the Lockdown phonecall from Crowley's perspective only. Our heroine is feeling quite emotionally vulnerable at this point in time so things are going to hit him harder than they normally would.
I do not think Aziraphale meant to cause him pain (!!) but Crowley can't see that yet and I've written this post in a way that reflects that missing insight. (I explain in more detail in this reblog if you are interested) I am working on a companion post for Aziraphale's side of this conversation and how I think it affects his behavior in S2 because if we know anything about these two, it's that their exactlys are different exactlys.***
Crowley’s habit of sleeping to skip time like an RPG character by a campfire amuses me to no end, but in this context it feels heavy. Crowley already worries about losing time with what he loves and he probably hoped things would be different between him and Aziraphale after the events of S1. But things don’t change much. Then lockdowns start, and Crowley is trapped in his apartment alone, transcendentally bored, and unable to make his brain shut up. Sleeping a month away starts to sound less awful.
But Crowley hasn’t given up yet; he’s still awake when Aziraphale calls, and he’s even giving it two more days. Was he waiting for Aziraphale to call? Is it even possible not to at least kind of wait for someone’s call when you are cut off from everything and the caller has been your only friend and crush for millennia?
Aziraphale asks why Crowley isn't "out and about" tempting people or setting a bad example and he responds:
C: Everyone's so miserable and cooped up right now anyway, and I just… well… don't have the heart for it.
A: *glowing audibly* I'm not miserable~
C: Really?
Crowley sounds genuinely surprised at Aziraphale's happiness and quickly assumes it's because the angel has been around people. He's so lonely/depressed/in his own head that he hadn't even considered someone enjoying being 'cooped up'. *sob*
Aziraphale goes No actually I put the closed sign up in the window and I'm having the Time of My Life, never had so few customers, not in 200 years!, etc. Although, he says:
A: …There were a few young lads a couple of nights ago who broke in through the back and tried to steal the cashbox! But they soon saw the error of their ways~
C: *clearly amused* Did you smite them with your wroth?
A: Well I certainly gave them a good talking to, and I sent each of them home with cake~
C: *annoyed, swooning* Cake?
A: Quite a lot of cake, actually.
C: *physically ill from having such a giant crush on this dumbass baker/security guard* eeeekkkgghhh I'm gonna regret asking but.. ...rrgh..
*30 seconds of Aziraphale joyfully describing his baking while Crowley probably tries very hard not to imagine the angel eating each item in sensual slow motion* I stg you can hear him struggling in the background once or twice
A: …And once I've baked them, I have to eat them all myself, which was why I was so delighted—
C: To send your burglars home laden with baked goods, yes, nnyeaayeah I follow…
Crowley interrupts, finishing Aziraphale's sentence in his nervous hurry to say the next bit:
C: *loud inhale* You know, I could.. hunker down at your place. … Slither over and watch you eat cake. I could bring a bottle--a case of… something… drinkable…?
He's trying to sound so casual about it but this is someone who was rejected/abandoned by actual literal God after asking what he thought were welcome, uncontroversial questions. Asking makes him vulnerable. He's supposed to be the rescuer, not a demon in distress. He does not feel casual about asking.
Crowley knows it's unlikely but he's so miserable and desperate for company that he can't help but ask, just in case. Even the smallest chance of spending time trapped indoors with Aziraphale—with nothing to do but drink, watch him eat, and talk about things they'd normally avoid—is too tempting.
A: *panicking* Oh I— I— I— I— I'm afraid that would be Breaking All The Rules! *nervous breathing* Out of the question! I'll see you… when this is over.
C: Right. gnnehh. I'm setting the alarm clock for July. Good night, angel.
*dial tone*
And just like that, Crowley doesn't need two days to decide. The depression nap doubles in length. He doesn't hear how badly Aziraphale wants to say yes behind the fear, or maybe he does and it hurts worse because why isn't Crowley enough for him? You can almost hear the spiralling:
SHOCKING, asking made it worse. It always does doesn’t it? Why even bother? you just embarrass yourself.. SLITHER over? why did I say that *grumble grumble* of COURSE His Holy Holiness, your only friend in the universe, would rather eat cake by himself while everything goes to shit than ~deign~ to have you in his presence. "AsK aND yE sHaLl ReCeIvE" bugger this for a lark im going to bed
(a bit dramatic but we've all been there)
I imagine sleep doesn't come right away. Maybe his thoughts drift to when he sat beside the angel at a dark Tadfield bus stop after a rather eventful Saturday. Crowley must've felt a tiny bit hopeful when he invited Aziraphale to stay with him: Heaven had withdrawn its favor and the bookshop was gone; Aziraphale was like him now. Didn't that mean things would change?
"I don't think my side would like that." Apparently not.
In the end, Aziraphale did ride the bus back to Crowley's apartment and stayed till the next morning when he caught a cab, but only to sell the illusion. Crowley understood that as far as sides went, the angel was still on Heaven's, even if Heaven wasn't on his.
And now this: the entire world is shut down; there is nothing for Aziraphale to do but stay in and read and bake in his magically reconstituted bookshop and he still won't invite Crowley in. Burglars and un-fallen angels only—nobody who asks questions.
So... of course Crowley doesn't tell Aziraphale when he loses his apartment. He already knows what answer he would get; the angel has told him so many times. Aziraphale is a company man first, a companion to one very sad owl when convenient.
If Crowley works up the courage to say 'please take me in, I have nowhere else to go' and Aziraphale goes 'sorry, no, far too political, but I WILL risk being erased from the Book of Life to protect this nude amnesiac former coworker who always hated me,' it's going to be too much. You can't sleep long enough for that type of hurt to go away. Better not to say anything.
"Then nothing has to change, does it?"
#edited to add the note about crowley's perspective right after the cut! apologies if it seemed anti-aziraphale before!#good omens meta#good omens lockdown#good omens 2#ineffable husbands#ineffable spouses#ineffable divorcees#i can't even imagine navigating the pandemic brain scramblies while pining THAT HARD#Aziraphale is a company man (gn) but i think S3 will cure him of that#long but if i can't write essays about this on tumblr then where#good omens spoilers
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◇ 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏 : 𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇
Gloomy Days
【Synopsis】 : A trip turned sour due to a storm. But luckily, Steve knows just the thing in turning this gloomy day into a more steamy one.
『W.C』 : 1.07k
-> Genre: Fluff. Slice of slice. Smut
Paring: Boyfriend!Steve x F.Reader
[Warnings] : Swearing. Petnames (Stevie, Peach, Baby). Making out. Steve got big dick energy. Riding. Hand job-ish. Unprotected sex (that's a no, no).
Masterlist | Navigation | Kinktober 2023 list.
The rain poured heavily as the hot summer day out turned quickly into a stormy stay-at-home kind of day. You and Stev ran without a second thought as soon as the first drop of water hit your forehead, spilling down your cheek. Once you finally made it to Steve's car, he opened the boot to let you crawl in haste. He soon followed you once he had finished poorly folding the picnic blanket, and when you say folded, it was more scrunched up and thrown onto one of the car's back seats.
“Well, today was not what I planned.” Steve huffed, feeling disappointment riddle his mind. This was your six-month anniversary date, and he had planned to make the none other than special. But what he didn’t expect was to be soaked head to toe in buckets of water.
“It’s okay, I still had fun.” You chimed in with a big smile still plastered on your face. You were cuddled up to him, with your legs dangling out of the car, all the while watching a little water stream starting to form in front of you. “We can still continue the fun here.” Your words got caught in your throat as blush taints your plump cheeks, suddenly recalling back just before the storm set in and you and Steve were peacefully making out on a picnic blanket in the middle of nowhere. He smirked ear to ear, finding your words rather dirty, even though they mostly had an innocent intent. You were just talking about the softness of the date, not the… other stuff.
He didn’t say anything in response to you. Instead, he turned his whole body, pushing you down in the back of his large car boot. His hand rested on the back of your head while he urged you to lay down, letting your head hit the floor with a huff. His lips latch onto yours in seconds, biting and sucking a moan out of you. you bucked your hips up, feeling his knee push slightly against your clothed core. Your body began to crave him, no longer feeling cold from the rain, but rather annoyed the your wet clothes were blocking his way.
“Stevie…” your whimpers were music to his ears. Pulling away, his breath hitched, seeing your glossed expression. You are perfect in every way to him, your voice, your personality, your body. You. He was whipped, hooked on your love, and wanted nothing more than you make you his every day, at every hour, and every moment he could.
He’s addicted.
“Don’t worry, Peach, I got you.” His deep voice swoons you as his large fingers curl into the fabric of your clothing, promptly pulling and tuging until the material falls off your body. Your wet skin scratched against the floor but you couldn't care less at that moment, all you cared about was Steve's cock deep inside you. His fingers danced around your clit, feeling your slick already soaking your cunt and thighs from the earlier make-out session.
“I can’t wait just…please…” You were growing impatient, and the way you were laying down was starting to make your body ache. So without another moment, Steve pulled down his pants, letting his cock spring free. He was about to lift your legs when you pushed on his chest slightly, making him sit down so his back would lean against the car seat. He was confused at your sudden boldness, Never have you ridden him before so this was new. But he’d be lying if he said this wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen.
You, naked and soaked. Hair messy and making up running. All the while, you were crawling to take a seat on his lap. He must have died and went to heaven. Your legs sat on either side of his thick thighs. Your eyes never leaving his as you reach down for his cock, stroking the shaft in a harsh couple of pumps. His groans went straight to your core, feeling pride pool in the pit of your stomach.
“You gonna ride me, baby?” He growls, gripping your hips, tugging you towards him in one movement. You just giggled at his dirty words, feeling his tip slide along your slit. Your smile quickly turned down, while your brows crossed, notioning his cock to easily slip inside you. “That’s it Peach. Take what’s yours.”
You quickly ground yourself, moving your hips at a steady pace. Back and forward. Up and down. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pushing your breast against his chest. His pants grew heavier as your moans grew louder. You were both desperate, lost in one another to the point neither of you cared that the door of the boot was still wide open. Thank god Steve picked a secluded place.
“Stevie please….nghh.” Your slurred moans called for Steve, making him wrap his hand on the back of your neck, pulling your face out of the crook of his. You were drooling, with the most beautiful fucked out expression Steve could have ever seen. Fuck, he wanted to bust a nut then and there from your face alone. He knew you were close to cumming and he wanted, no, needed you to cum before him. He needed to feel your clench around him while your juices painted his cock. So he planted his feet down, bringing his knees up before helping you thrust deep, hard and fast inside you.
Your body falls limp as he lets go of your neck so he can grip your hips with power. You called his name over and over like a broken record, clenching around him harshly as you came undone. His movements didn't faltered though, as he chased his own high. And after a couple more thrusts he felt himself snap, spilling his cum deep inside your soaked puffy pussy.
His thrusts became sloppy until they stopped altogether. He could feel your heartbeat racing against his chest while your breathing matched his. You stayed like that for a while, sitting in silence as Steve rubbed shapes into your lower back lovingly. You opened your eyes for a moment and noticed the rain had stopped, and the sun was beginning to shine through the gloomy clouds. A smile caught your features at you thought, Maybe today didn’t go completely as planned, but it still was a great day nonetheless.
#1-800-jjbarnes#marvel#jjbarnes#kinktober#kinktober 2023#mcu kinktober#steve rodgers#mcu steve rogers#steve rogers imagine#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers headcanon#steve rogers smut#steve rodgers imagine#steve rodgers smut#steve rodgers x reader#steve rodgers x y/n#steve rodgers x you#steve rogers#steve rogers angst#steve rogers fluff#steve rogers x y/n#steve rogers x you#chris evans x plus size reader#chris evans x you#chris evans#chris evans x reader#chris evans x y/n#chris evans x female reader#mcu#mcu fanfiction
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Whumptober 2023: 1 (Arsenal)
No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”
Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”
You had laughed at the viral video of Sam hip checking a pitch invader, the move being such a classic Sam move that you didn’t even think about the possibility that something bad could have happened. It seemed so unlikely that someone would manage to make it past security, onto the pitch, and then over to the players just to harm one of them.
But it happened. It was the 86th minute and you had just assisted Beth with an absolute banger. You were resting your hands on your head, not paying attention as you tried to force air back into your lungs before the game restarted.
You weren’t paying attention to much of what was happening, only noticing when you heard multiple players- teammates and opponents alike- shouting your name in a panic. You looked up to see a very large- very scary- man charging towards you. You did what most teenage girls would do in your position and froze.
He rams into you, knocking the two of you to the ground forcefully. His tackle was definitely more American football style than the type of football you usually played.
You lay on the ground, this man who is easily a foot taller than you and double your weight crushing you. You can’t scream, can’t move, you’re just paralyzed with fear.
In a recurring theme, Sam Kerr decides to handle the situation herself. You can finally take a breath- shallow and shuddering- as you watch your opponent pull this beast of a man off of you and stand over him. Your panicked eyes manage to find security, making their way over, but that’s the last thing you see before you’re enveloped into a hug and your vision is obscured by someone’s body.
Viv. Viv was safe. So you latched on to Viv, your fingers gripping into her jersey as you shoved your face into her neck. You were spiraling and Viv was your safety net.
The next little while is a blur, but you remember getting taken to the side of the pitch. When Viv tried to push you into someone else’s hold, you freaked out. Sobbing, you clung tighter to her, begging her not to leave. Leah was shocked that you wouldn’t move into her embrace, she knew that you trusted her. Trying to help you out, she unlatches your hands and tries to pull you into her arms.
You become dead weight, sobs breaking through your hyperventilation. Jonas took pity on you, telling Viv she could be subbed out to stay with you. The woman quickly picked you up off the ground, carrying you back through the tunnel and into the locker room.
She sat on the bench in front of your locker, cradling you in her lap. She rocked gently, speaking quietly to you in Dutch. You couldn’t understand her, but the process and the soothing tone calmed you and you were able to regain control of your breathing. Even as your sobs slowed and eventually stopped, Viv kept up the calming repetition. By the time you had finally calmed down enough that Viv was no longer afraid that you were going to make yourself sick, you were slumped into her, your exhaustion clear.
Explaining everything to you before she makes any move, Viv manages to rinse you off in a shower and get you dressed in a sweatsuit. She has you sitting in between her legs as she brushes your hair out when the locker room door opens.
It was quiet, something that was a rarity for the team. Everyone was in shock still, the previous events having shaken everyone up. You huddled closer to Viv as everyone entered. Realistically, you knew that they would never hurt you- the whole team had become older sisters to you. But still, the nagging thought in the back of your mind was that he might be there, coming for you.
Everyone’s gaze was sympathetic as they looked at you, giving you a wide berth. You sat still for the next while, watching as everyone went to shower and put on clean clothes. No one approached you until Viv gestured to Leah and Beth to come over. The two women walked slowly, not wanting to spook you. Beth moves to sit next to Viv and Leah crouches in front of you. You can hear Viv whispering something to Beth, but you can’t make out what she’s saying.
“Schatje,” Viv says, getting your attention, “I need to go shower. You’re going to stay right here with Beth and Leah, and I will be back as soon as I can.”
Partway through her sentence- when you realized that she would be leaving- you turned your body enough to cling to her again. You wiggle as close as you can to her, tears beginning to flow again.
“I know it’s going to be hard, but you’re going to be okay. I just need 10 minutes, I can leave a timer on my phone. After that, you’re coming home with Beth and I and we can cuddle for the rest of the night,” Viv had hoped that the promise of a quick reunification and snuggles would be enough to convince you to let go.
It wasn’t. You began sobbing harder, your cries becoming more frantic as you felt someone else rest a hand on your back. You squirmed, trying to get away from the other person while staying as close to Viv as you possibly could. Your panic only heightened when you heard Beth whisper, “just go,” to Viv.
You began hyperventilating, pleading with Viv to stay between breaths. She couldn’t leave, you needed her.
You felt her shift under you, and you felt another pair of arms wrap around you from the back. It was awkward, but you were transferred into Beth’s arms, your back to her chest. Her grip around you was tight, her hug keeping your arms down at your side.
You’re fully panicking at this point, and it only increases when you see Viv stand up and walk away. As soon as the door shuts behind her, you become inconsolable.
Leah resumes her position in front of you, very carefully moving her hands towards you. She makes sure that you see her, that you’re aware of her presence, before she puts her hands on either side of your face. Still, you flinch.
She angles your head so that you’re looking directly at her, panic also evident in her eyes. This was a situation that no one had seen before, the team’s happy-go-lucky little sister was broken.
“You’re alright, Love, you’re going to be okay. Viv’ll be back as soon as she can, and then we’ll get you home. No one in this room is going to let anything else happen to you, you’re safe,” Leah continues to speak calmly and reassuringly to you, still holding your head so you’re forced to look at her.
Your eyes are wide, frantically searching the room for any possible threats. After about five minutes of Leah reassuring you and Beth holding you tightly, you finally make eye contact with Leah. Both women breathe a sigh of relief. It might be small, but it’s an improvement.
A few minutes after that, your breathing becomes somewhat more controlled. You’re sobbing and your breath is hitching as you choke and cough around your sobs, trying to catch your breath. But you weren’t actively having a panic attack, which, again, is an improvement.
Leah, feeling bold, moves one hand to smooth back your hair. When she feels you lean every so slightly into the touch, she continues stroking your hair. You were coming back to them, albeit slowly.
You’re so distracted by looking at Leah as she guides you through your breathing that you don’t notice the door open. You’re not even aware as a figure approaches, fully trusting Leah and Beth to keep you safe. You only notice as this person sits beside you and rests a hand on your leg.
Viv. Viv is safe. Again, you throw yourself at her, almost knocking her off the bench. The only difference this time is that your legs are still in Beth’s lap, and Leah still had a hand resting on the back of your head.
Viv hugs you tightly. She would never admit it, but she hadn’t wanted to separate from you either. Realistically, she knew you were safe and that you would be okay with your teammates. But, still, a little part of her didn’t want to let go and give anything else the chance to hurt you. She could feel your hands gripping into her shirt, clutching like you were afraid she would disappear. She held you just as tightly.
After you have calmed down from your reunification, Beth and Leah slowly remove themselves. The three women hear as you whimper slightly at the loss, Beth and Leah having to hold back smiles. Instead, they gather all of their belongings, shoving them into bags as quickly as they can. Beth grabs Viv’s bag and Leah grabs yours, and the two return to you in about a minute.
It would take some time, but the three women would eventually coax you out to the car, Viv settling in the back seat with you. The other two sat in the front, almost constantly staring back at you in the mirror.
The drive was short, and you pulled up to a familiar house. Viv steps out of the car, pulling you into her arms. The simple act of getting you away from the stadium had allowed you to calm considerably, and you were no longer crying. Your breathing was steady and slow, your eyes blinking heavily as both physical and emotional exhaustion consumed you. But you knew you were going to be taken inside and snuggled between all of the women. Everyone already knew that Leah would be staying, the woman already having invited herself over. And tomorrow, though you didn’t know it, the rest of the team would be showing up with breakfast. With your support system, you would be okay.
#woso imagine#womens soccer#woso imagines#reader insert#woso x reader#woso#woso soccer#arsenal women#woso fanfics#woso community#leah williamson#beth mead#viv miedema
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𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻
☆neteyam sully x fem!metkayina!reader
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒- neteyam decided to get a metkayina tattoo after your mating.
𝐂𝐖- sorta au where pookie doesn’t die, aged up characters (they’re in their 20s), tooth rotting fluff:(
𝐀/𝐍- y’all sorry i disappeared; i was having a rough time buttt i’m back on the tracks! also bare with the title bc neteyam is technically half american so…
“stay still! it’s almost finished” you tried to hold neteyam steady, a cheeky grin on your face.
“it tickles” he managed to get out without moving too much.
it amazed you how quickly yet perfectly everything had flowed between you two. he had barely just arrived at the reef when you met him. of course, plenty of metkayina girls were all over him, swooning and admiring. he’d courtly tell them meaningless compliments, flirting with the girls like ‘you’re so pretty’. but he had no intentions with them. not since the moment he laid eyes on you.
you got involved in the blink of an eye, and, before either of you could even have a second thought about it, you were mated.
you were the happiest you had ever been. he made you alive in a way nothing or no one had before. he made you crazy, he made you wild.
and that very same morning, he had approached you with a reckless idea. one that could have been deemed as unimportant, but that to you meant so much more. neteyam wanted to get a tattoo, a metkayina tattoo. a mark that would permanently remain on your skin, a mark that carried a symbolic significance to your clan.
now, as the last drops of ink we’re being imprinted on his flesh and your hand held his, you couldn’t help but wonder. what had you done to deserve such a wonderful man?
“all done here” the tattooer said, patting neteyam’s shoulder and nodding to you both before disappearing.
you scooted around him, contemplating the tattoo with a smile of pure admiration.
“i still can’t believe you did this” you murmured, fingers tracing his newly acquired drawing.
“what can i say, you make me wild” he said as he pulled you in for a kiss.
your hands secured themselves on his chest, but, just as you were beginning to accommodate, neteyam lifted you in his arms.
you gasped at the sudden change, breaking away to look at him, your gaze amused with a hint of confusion. with another peck to your lips, he started spinning you around, almost like a child.
neither of you could help but break into laughter and giggles, relishing in the other's touch and presence, young, dope and proud.
as he set you down again- not without steadying you first to make sure you had shaken off all the dizziness from the twists-, your hands reached to cup his face.
"you make me the luckiest person" you softly spoke, leaning more into his embrace. "only you can."
© heartcereql, 2023 || thank you for reading ! 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪
#neteyam#neteyam x reader#atwow x reader#atwow#avatar x reader#avatar the way of water#neteyam sully#neteyam imagine#neteyam sully x reader#neteyam x you#heartcereql
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Penalty Box— Trevor Zegras (Part Eleven)
SERIES MASTERLIST
previous: ten
next: twelve
corresponding quinn post
note: i’m posting this as if i posted on game day but bc the game wasn’t uploaded on espn+ til midnight, i’m posting now!
i kinda hate this but it’s fine
WEDNESDAY, MARCH 8, 2023
PREGAME
yourusername
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yourusername welcome to my pregame penalty box update: bets edition! tonight is a very special game because it’s the ducks vs canucks, zegras vs hughes, trevor vs quintin, z vs huggy, z-baby vs quinny, trevy vs quinner, trevorsaurus rex vs quinncerarops, trevanthemum vs quinnrose, boyfriend vs best friend! the current standings are as follows:
trevor zegras (11): 1 game since his last penalty
quinn hughes (43): 3 games since his last penalty
let the chaos commence🧡💙 (oh and good luck babe and side hoes)
tagged trevorzegras, anaheimducks, _quinnhughes, and canucks
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jackhughes tag yourself i’m trevor vs quintin
jamie.drysdale i’m z-baby vs quinny
colecaufield i’m trevanthemum vs quinnrose
_alexturcotte i’m the entire collage
trevorzegras i better be babe
yourusername 🤷♀️
jamie.drysdale @/yourusername i wanna go back to side hoes plural, whomst is the plural??
yourusername @/jamie.drysdale 🤷♀️
trevorzegras I BETTER BE BABE
user1 brb making y/n’s collage my lockscreen
_quinnhughes why?
yourusername you’re going to have to be more specific
_quinnhughes why to all of it
yourusername yes :)
jamie.drysdale i’d like to focus on the collage please
trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale she made it with love
_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras i wouldn’t be so sure
user2 there’s not even new out of pocket photos and this post is one of my favorite updates due to nicknames alone😂
user3 i cannot pick a favorite part about this post
POSTGAME
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yourusername welcome to my postgame penalty box update ft drunk y/n!! somehow, even though these two teams get so many penalties, there was only two in the first period. but i took a shot per goal for both teams so i’m winning in life!! life is grand!!
my lovely boyfriend, trevor zegras, is now at two games since his last penalty! he’s been working on not getting as many penalties, and he’s proving to be successful in this endeavor so far!
sorry about the loss, but at least you got some money! i love you, always, z-baby🧡
p.s jamie-baby says hi everybody!!!
p.s.s bet winnings will be posted on quinny-baby’s post!
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trevorzegras there’s so much going on here but i’m pretty sure you said you love me so i love you, forever, y/n-baby😘
yourusername i did say that!! get home faster! jamie is fighting cuddles
trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale love her
jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras she climbed under my shirt
trevorzegras @/jamie.drysdale there is no way this is the first time she’s done this
user1 some people have bitches, y/n has babies
lhughes_06 i knew betting on him was a good idea
trevorzegras i knew you were my favorite hughes brother
yourusername “remember i’m still betting on you girl on fire”
lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras how many times has she watched the hunger games series since it hit netflix?
trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 i stopped counting at four
user2 easy, breezy, beautiful, cover girl
user3 drunk y/n posts>>>
_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras congrats on your loss
trevorzegras @_quinnhughes how’s your face?
jackhughes @/trevorzegras DAMN Z
user4 drinking should’ve been the move i hate tnt games
jackhughes i’d like to change my bets
yourusername well, well, well, how the turntables… (michael scott)
jamie.drysdale i gotta hand it to ya… your tolerance is impeccable
yourusername thanks it’s a talent
trevorzegras my girl>>>
user5 z was so pure interacting with the refs tonight!!
user6 and how they said he had a heart to heart with dallas?!?! swooning. what a man.
colecaufield @/trevorzegras atta boy, trevorsaurus rex!!
yourusername !!!
trevorzegras yeah okay😂 thank you
#penalty box series#trevor zegras imagine#trevor zegras#trevor zegras insta edit#trevor zegras x reader#trevor zegras fluff#quinn hughes#jack hughes#jamie drysdale#cole caufield#alex turcotte#luke hughes#anaheim ducks#nhl#nhl fic#nhl imagine#trevor zegras fanfic
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complete mess | a.f.i
ashton irwin x reader
summary: based on this request
warnings: mentions of bad relationships, alcohol, some language.
requests open
not proofread
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you stood alone, abandoned at the bar. lucas, your boyfriend, was nowhere to be seen. on the verge of tears, you began to feel very frustrated with his actions.
sure, you expected this from him, but on your birthday? did he not care about you at all? you looked over the sea of people, dancing, talking, drinking, and eating in an attempt to find your boyfriend but, nothing. your eyes landed on ashton, he saw the sadness in your eyes and knew.
this sadness has been lurking in your eyes for months now. no matter how badly you tried to hide it and put on a facade, ashton saw right through it.
you had become so insecure because of lucas, and ashton was tired of it. you deserved someone worth your time, you deserved someone who would look at you like you were the only thing good in this world. you deserved someone to treat you like you were the most delicate person on the face of the earth.
you deserved someone better.
he wished you wanted him.
to ashton, you were the best thing in his life. you had such a beautiful smile, the way you lit up as if he had done something stupid and you couldn’t help but laugh. you were the brightest star in the night sky. you made ashton a better person. and to see lucas belittle you, seeing you lose the light in your eyes, watching you slowly creep into a shell of made him angry. this wasn’t supposed to happen to you. not his y/n. not ashton best girl.
pushing past the crowd of people, peter was determined to be by your side. “y/n.” ashton emerged,. “ash” you sighed, feeling weight being lifted from your shoulders. “he left me.” you finally blurted, you felt a pang in your chest knowing tears would soon follow. ashton wrapped his arms around you, letting your head rest on his chest. “i know” he sighed, rubbing your back gingerly. “ash, your shirt” you huffed, looking up at him. afraid of ruining it with your makeup. “shh it’s fine” he shook his head, wiping away your tears with his callused thumb. he held you for a minute, but it felt like forever to you. “cmon, im taking you home.” he suggested, pulling away and reaching for your hand. “you don’t need to be here.” you nodded, following behind him and out the large doors.
exiting the building, ashton’s touch never left the small of your back. “he had no right to do that to you, y/n/n” he huffed. you knew he was upset, and so were you. thinking you could get over your feelings for ashton but you only got hurt in return.
oh, foolish heart.
you had been swooning after ashton since high school. always liked him from a distance, even if the two of you were the best of friends.
you weren’t good with confrontation, let alone rejection. because what if he rejected you? how could the two of you possibly stay friends after something like that?
but when you had got with lucas just a few years out of high school, ashton was the first to tell you his feelings.
even if it was a little too late.
“i can’t believe he would be that stupid to leave you alone. if i see him, i’m gonna-“ you were quick to grab his hand, cutting him off. “ash. don’t. just relax.”
ashton had accepted that lucas was your boyfriend but he’d still do everything he could to be in your life, as long as you were happy, he was happy. but seeing you so broken, and being used. he couldn’t let it continue.
“promise me something, y/n?” your eyes met with his. both of you stopping in your tracks. “end it with him. you don’t need someone like that in your life.”
“i will.”
ashton had suggested he take you back to his place, to avoid seeing lucas when he came back later that evening.
you sat on the edge of ashtons bed, still in your dress while ashton had gotten you some water and advil to help with your growing headache. your eyes stared out the window, the night illuminated by only the stars. “i brought you some extra clothes, in case you wanted to change.” he entered the room, some folded clothes in hand, and laid them next to you. your eyes followed him, “thank you.” he nodded, “it’s no problem” he shot you a sympathetic smile and handed you the medicine and bottle.
“you’re always saving me, ash. thank you” you sniffled as you took the two painkillers and downed them with a swig of water.
ashton only hummed, watching you take the clothes in hand and making your way to the bathroom.
and when you returned, ashton had changed as well. you tossed the blaxl dress on the floor and went back to ashton’s bed.
“feel better?” he looked up at you, only getting a shrug from you. “can you help me take my hair down? there’s a lot of pins” he patted the spot in front of him which you scooted over and he proceeded to pick the pins out of your hair. “you know” ashton started, “lucas has no idea what he’s missing out on.” you simply shrugged, you couldn’t stomach talking about him again.
“i don’t know what i was thinking, i thought i could get my mind off someone else, but i only got hurt worse. i’m so stupid” a dry laugh escapes your lips. ashton paused, now knowing why you had started dating lucas. but his shoulders dropped knowing you probably liked someone else. “stop. stop blaming yourself.” he hummed.
his scratchy voice sending chills down your spine. you only let your shoulders drop. looking down at your hands. soon enough he had gotten a majority of the pins out. and with that, you finally let your hair down letting up the stress on the scalp.
ashton got a whiff of the scent of your shampoo and he couldn’t help but look away. you still haven’t changed it all these years. that familiar floral smell filled his nostrils. it was still the same kind you used in high school, he wishes he could smell forever.
it was obvious you liked someone else. you discarded the hairpins, and sat next to ashton again. “if it wasn’t for you, i’d be so lost. i’m so glad you came into my life” you smiled sadly, and he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “you’ll always have me in your corner. id do anything for you, you know that.” you nodded. you did know, hell, if you didn’t have him you’d still be miserable. he was always there for you. no matter what.
you were now curled up on ashtons chest, your eyes still glued to the window. not saying anything, you thought he had fallen asleep by now. but when you looked up at him, he was looking down at you. “i thought you were asleep.” he laughed, a simple shake of his head. you smiled, the dim light of his lamp made his skin look so beautiful, the way his hair lay in his eyes, and how he looked at you. you could stare at him for ages.
you felt your heart beating, feeling as if it would beat out of your chest. you wondered if this was the moment you’d tell ashton how you felt for the past decade.
“what’s on your mind?” he asks softly, you hum. thinking if this was the right moment and if the words that were about to spill from your lips were a good idea. your eyes flicked from his hazel eyes to your fingers, picking at your cuticles.
“do you remember a while back when you confessed to me and i had just gotten with lucas?” you ask. when you look up you see him studying you. he nods slowly, “yeah?”.
you puff your cheeks then release the air, sighing. “i liked you too at the time, and i still..well..i love you. i was with lucas simply because i thought you didn’t like me like that..” you groaned quietly, realizing how stupid it sounded.
you saw his face contort, trying to process your words. you can’t seem to read his expression. he falls silent for a moment, replaying his confession over and over again. it was all making sense.
“ash?” you say, hoping he wouldn’t be so upset with you. “i wish you would’ve told me sooner..” he says, followed by a sigh. you frown, assuming you have missed your opportunity with your best friend.
“but..” he continued, “i still love you, y/n. i have since we were teenagers. i don’t think id ever be able to get over you. you have me wrapped around your finger and i’d do anything for you.”
you feel your heart racing, your cheeks flushed pink, and you feel like you were back in high school.
“ashton, will you kiss me?”
the brown-haired boy stared at you, hazel eyes wide. his lips parted, “did you just ask if i’d-“ “kiss me” you interrupted him. this time begging him. “please” you whispered. ashton sat up, his eyes not leaving yours once as he brought his hand to your cheek and then pressed his lips on yours ever so lightly. afraid he would hurt you in any way. his lips felt so soft against yours. pure bliss engulfed your body. this was what you imagined your kiss with ashton to be like. when he pulled away, eyes meeting with yours his cheeks were flushed. having such a huge crush on you, he never thought he would have this moment with you.
your hands on his neck, you leaned in again connecting your lips. this time this kiss was longer and more intimate. your hands tangled in his brown curls while he was resting on your lower back, occasionally pulling you in. when you pulled away, catching your breath you couldn’t help but stare at him. his hand ran over your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt as the two of you watched the other, breathing each other in. ashton’s smiles, his calloused thumb tracing your cheekbone. “you make me complete, y/n.”
maybe this birthday wasn’t so bad after all.
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Flufftober 2023
Day 26: "Where is it hurting?" [Reader x Wolverine (Logan Howlett)] {X-Men}
Why Logan had let you try to cut wood was beyond him. You had very little experience and his job was literally lumberjack. But, if he was honest with himself, there were other things he had to do to get the campsite set up. So watching you struggle with an axe for a couple minutes was hardly the worst thing.
"Here, here." He reached for your arm, "Lemme take care of this while you get the fire started."
"But you've already done more than half of the heavy lifting." You pouted, "It doesn't seem fair."
"Life ain't fair babe." Logan smirked, "But this is quite literally what I do for a living so it's more than fair."
You begrudgingly handed over the axe and moved to start the fire. Logan had long since made the pit, you just needed to get it started.
Since Logan was still splitting logs by the time you had the fire going, you thought it best to try setting up the tent. The last thing either of you thought to do since both of you were a little preoccupied with other details before the sun could even think of setting.
Unfortunately, the tent poles were just waiting to enact their diabolical plan. One jut straight out, skimming your neck and nearly catching your ear in the process. Clapping your hand over the spot, you heard Logan drop the axe without hesitation.
"What happened?" He shoved the tent poles away from you, "Where is it hurting?"
"It just popped out, scratched my neck, and nicked my ear." You slowly moved your hand, "It stings more than anything, but I doubt its bleeding."
The intense way he was staring at you made you weak in the knee. Most found it intimidating, but you felt like swooning. Yet, you jumped and shuddered when Logan touched the bright red marks on your skin. It still hurt a little.
"Well, that'll be a little tender for a bit." He mumbled, "But you're right, and should be just fine."
Instinct had you try to push Logan back, but he wasn't one to be so easily moved. Especially not as he kissed your cheek, reflexes had you thinking he'd try to kiss the injury.
"If it isn't one thing it's another with you huh?" He teased, "Can't even put up the tent without me."
"Oh hush!" You smacked his chest playfully, "It wasn't my fault that the tent was out for blood."
Logan couldn't help but laugh while you pouted a little. You knew he would tease you about this all night, and possibly into the morning unless something else happened.
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The Future of Jikook
After watching the video and GMA soundcheck performance on Friday and then seeing all the contradictory reactions on line to the song and its reception, I have been quietly mulling things over here in my little corner of the internet.
There are so many fan feelings conflating here. Those who want JK to turn into the BTS Harry Styles, those who are still smarting over the way changes to BB affected the trajectory of FACE, those who feel that the breakout of one member is a threat to ever seeing BTS as a band again. It makes for a tense, emotional and chaotic time on-line especially on Twitter where people tend to have a knee jerk reaction to anything that is said and nuance is completely lost.
Look into yourself and I am sure you will find a whole load of contradictory emotions lapping at your consciousness right now. What I have found myself thinking however, is how does all this noise affect the members and in particular Jimin and Jungkook?
Making Choices
One question that came to mind was why did Jungkook pick this song for his solo debut. What is it that he likes about it and how does that differ from the way SB sees or is marketing the song. During Festa 2023 I commented on the transformation that JK has been through since last year. He has made a conscious effort to shake off the maknae part of the golden maknae starting with his deal with Calvin Klein and all the swooning I am seeing on Tumblr shows that he has succeeded. As Yoongi said, JK is all grown up.
Then I was thinking about JK's musical choices, who and what he listens to and I remembered earlier this year he sang the Sam Smith and Kim Petras hit Unholy on one of his lives. If you also recall he later scolded Jimin for being prudish about the song on his own live.
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JK was obviously ready to move into more explicit territory even then. So what about Seven made him think this is the song that launches me as the new and more mature JK.
I think for one thing, the lyrics are sensual and not gender specific. I am in the "loving you right" lyric camp because it gives a more mutual gratification feel to the song in keeping with the other lyrics as opposed to the macho stud, I'm a sex machine, version.
Jungkook wants to ease his lover's mind, he want to trace their lines, he loves how they wrap around him when they make love, he is devoted, his love runs deep and when they are together he wants to make sure his lover is satisfied and feeling that afterglow.
So yes JK is going to be talking about sex from now on along with almost everyone else in the Western music industry. Along with Jimin for example. As a side note, I still don't quite understand my overwhelmingly visceral reaction to the Like Crazy MV. It's f**king art and so is he.
Now SB and his cronies know the audience they are playing to and we will get symbolically het videos both for this and what is rumoured to be his completely English speaking solo album but even this video, which to be honest I have dumped in favour of the live performance and the choreo video, went for humour rather than full out fangirl wish fulfillment. I mean that may also come but I get the feeling that somewhere down the line they are going to need to pivot hard.
What do jikook want?
Secondly, I was thinking what do jikook want both severally and individually. All the members have an enviable work ethic and a deep love of music but the emphasis that these two and JHope put on performance is legendary. Look at Jimin here monitoring between shoots for his music shows in the behind the scenes video this week. He is serious about giving his best even when he himself is not in the best physical condition.
They are both ambitious and are looking for longevity in the industry and importantly, and prefacing this with an, in my opinion, this is something they want to do together. Neither wants the other to get left behind and I think that is what they are fighting for right now.
Whatever you think about their bond, it cannot be dismissed and the sequence of events of the last few weeks for me just reinforces that. Everyone noticed the way their relationship was highlighted in the Beyond the Story book (just started my copy yesterday but I couldn't resist the spoilers last week) to the extent that Variety went on a fishing expedition which JK expertly deflected.
Jimin is in New York right now and Jikook were seen dining together the night he arrived. We don't know what Jimin's schedule is but we can assume that he will take advantage of the visit to also support Jungkook as he has done with the other members when his schedule allowed. Jungkook is important to Jimin and vice versa.
Has everyone already forgotten the amount of promo that JK has done for Jimin over the last few months. Here he is listening to JKIVE's Golden Hour who we later found out was collaborating with Jimin on Angel Parts I and II.
So this is the perspective that I am going to adopt from here on in when I react to content. I am going to ask myself does my reaction help or hinder jikook in being able to continue working together towards their aim of further success in the music industry. I will veto anything designed to drive a wedge between them, be that from the company or the fans and I will continue to work hard for them in the way that a fan can buying, streaming and supporting their music and their content. There is even word on the grapevine that there maybe some jikook collaboration and/or content on the way. I'll be watching out for that.
Wow quick update something is definitely coming.
Post Date: 16/07/2023
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Whumptober 2023 Day One: Swooning
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TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, vampiric blood drinking
It's late at night, the moon is high overhead, and you've been on your feet for over ten hours now.
At least it's over, at least for eight hours or so, enough time to go home, get some food and a few hours of sleep before you're called back in to deal with the same shit on a different day. You make your way through the darkened office on your way to the parking garage. There doesn't seem to be a single soul around, every computer powered down and conference room closed up, the only light coming from the wall-mounted screens that show company profits and upcoming mandatory fun events.
You're eerily alone.
"Um, excuse me? Is someone there?"
Or apparently not.
You turn, and see that one of the desks is occupied by a young woman in a blue dress with flowing dark hair. You might have seen her before, passed her in the hallways or exchanged small talk at a meeting, but you're not sure, and you certainly don't know her name. Her eyes seem unnaturally bright in the dim light of the empty office, illuminated by her laptop screen.
"Sorry to bother you, but there's no one else around, and I think I got locked out of my laptop. Do you know how I can reset my password?"
"...Sure." You do a poor job of hiding the momentary displeasure on your face. You're dead tired and just want to leave, but it is a simple enough request. Maybe you haven't seen her before -- she must be new. "On your phone, you can email support desk at seaport bank dot com and ask for a password unlock. Got it?"
Her smile doesn't show her teeth. "Got it."
She's still staring at you. It makes you feel uneasy. "Well... have a good evening, then," you say, taking a step away.
"Be still."
Your eyes widen in shock as your muscles freeze in place. You can't take that step. You can't do anything but look at the woman.
"That's it, nice and still," she says, still with the same unsettling smile on her face. "And be quiet, not that there's anyone here to hear you."
Instinctively, you try to scream, but the sound dies before it can pass your throat. Your attempt to move only tenses your muscles as you remain firmly rooted in place. Still.
"Relax," she says, leaning forward and observing you. "Just relax, pet. You're fine. Everything is fine."
Relaxation washes over you despite your fear. You can feel your muscles unclench, your limbs going loose and heavy. Your brain struggles to catch up with what's happening here. Is this an illusion, brought on by sleep deprivation and stress? Are you going to wake up at your desk, the strange dream of a psychic co-worker fading to nothing?
"That's it, just relax." She's swaying rhythmically now, and your body sways with her. You helplessly watch as she moves her fingers in time with the rhythm, capturing your gaze with fluttering hand gestures, back and forth. The world around you begins to dim as your focus narrows only on her.
She begins beckoning inward, motioning as though she was a puppeteer pulling on your strings. You feel yourself taking a step forward, and then another. "Yes, that's it. Come closer," she sings. "Closer, and deeper into my power."
You sleepwalk towards her, vision tunneled on nothing but her eyes and her hands, your thoughts slowing and your mind growing foggy. A small voice inside you warns you of the danger, but you want to be closer, need to be closer.
You're standing in front of her now, still swaying gently. She motions downward, and you kneel, and she smiles and pets your hair. "Very good," she says. "So docile." Your heavy eyelids flutter.
She tilts your chin up to look into her eyes, and you can see the entire night sky in there, swirling around your head like a planetarium show. "You won't remember a thing," she says. "Forget, forget, forget, and go to sleep."
There's a brief moment of recognition. You've seen her before. You've been here before. And then your mind slips. You need to forget, and you do. You feel yourself nod drowsily as your eyes close down all by themselves.
The hand that was under your chin now pulls your collar aside, brushing your neck with a delicate touch. She runs the same hand through your hair as she tips your head to the side. It's familiar, but you need to forget. Need to submit. Something you know in a place deeper than conscious memory.
Her hands are so cold as grasps you, prepares you. "Feel no pain," she whispers in your ear. "Relax, sleep, and forget."
"Yes'm," you mumble in your sleep, the first words you've spoken since she ordered you to be quiet, a world away from this.
Something sharp grazes the side of your neck, and you do not flinch or shy away. The pinprick pressure does not hurt you. Your mind drifts further, so far away, as she drinks from the wounds, warm blood flowing from your helpless body.
After a few moments of peace where the only thing in the world is the sound of her feeding, you start to feel dizzy, your knees trembling and your head sinking further towards your chest. You do not wish to deny her what she needs, but there's a sleep coming over you that's stronger than even her spell, and you can't stave it off for long. The dizziness suddenly increases, and you swoon into her arms. She rubs your back in slow circles as she feeds from you, and everything else fades away into oblivion.
You will forget this, as you have every time before, waking up at your desk exhausted and hungry, assuming you fell asleep there before you could leave for the night, and nothing will change.
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Hii!! I've noticed you haven't posted in a while and I wondered if you we're feeling okay.
If you can, could you write a pidge x fem reader on a birthday? Like what reader would for pidge's birthday or what pidge would so for reader's birthday. Either or both would be great since there aren't a lot of pidge fics around 😭😭😭
Thanks so much if you end up writing this!!
YESSSSSSS PIDGE IS SO BABY I LOVE HERRRR 🥹 obvi im gonna do both scenarios! Also, thanks for your concern, anon. 2023 started great and then the second half of the year just felt way too chaotic and overwhelming. I lost my motivation to write for a minute there. Still trying to get back into the swing of it. Anywaysssss ENJOY~
Pidge’s Birthday
Honestly, this babe would be so grateful to just have everyone on the team, you included, wish her a happy birthday at some point throughout the day.
Pretty much any gesture made after that would really make her special day even more special
And then you get/make her gifts and maybe even get everyone to very annoyingly sing her happy birthday and you and Hunk work really hard to make her a cake and-
And maybe you even give her a birthday kiss on the cheek or on her nose and she thinks she might just pass away rn
She feels very appreciated and seen.
This might just be me projecting and self-inserting here but I think Pidge would have a love hate feeling towards her birthday bc it lowkey hurts her feelings when ppl she’s close to don’t remember her bday bc I just know she always remembers everyone else’s and always wishes them a happy bday.
Like c’mon! Just shoot her a text at least!
Matt definitely gives her birthday punches every. single. year. Sorry just had to add that in here.
You can join in if you want but Pidge may feel a bit betrayed
If you decide to fight Matt and protect your girl instead, she’ll be cracking up laughing as she watched you two idiots goof off.
Probably tears up a tiny bit when everyone gathers in the same room to sing her happy birthday bc she feels so important but if you ask her if she’s crying she’ll for sure deny it.
Definitely wants to spend some alone time with you at the end of the day. Cuddles, playing video games in the darkness of her messy room, soft giggles and light blushes as you two share gentle lingering touches.
Thanks you profusely for caring enough to treat her so well on her bday
Reader’s Birthday
So if she knows when your birthday is ahead of time, she’ll totally take her time putting together some awesome birthday plans for your special day.
If she ends up finding out that your birthday is only a few days away, best believe she is running around like a wild beast, basically begging every other team member to help her put something decent together in just a couple days.
She looks so calm and chill on the outside, but inside she’s screaming and panicking and freaking out.
Tries her best, regardless of time restraints, to make your day completely stress free, fun and exciting.
Probably ends up doing some pretty simple things for you like helping Hunk make a cake, putting up some cheesy decorations, waking you up with breakfast and coffee in bed, getting everyone together to sing to you
BUT she makes sure that even these typical birthday gestures are just perfect for you.
Takes her time with the cake, even nitpicking Hunk as he tries to decorate the cake with icing.
Basically threatens anyone Keith who doesn’t want to join the happy birthday singing bc she’ll be damned if anyone is missing as they all swoon over you and watch you blush at their song.
Definitely makes you some cool tech gift like a little bot that follows you around and protects you or a cool little gadget you can listen to music on
Asks you at least 4,592 times throughout the day if you’re having fun, enjoying your day, feeling okay. She’s so sweet and considerate
She for sure wants to give you a bday kiss but baby girl is so so nervous, she can’t bring it up to you.
Doesn’t even have to be a kiss on the lips although she wouldn’t mind she just wants to give you at least one small show of affection before the end of the day.
Yeah, she holds your hand and gently rubs your back a few times throughout the day but that’s stuff she normally does so today, on your birthday, she wants to take it just a tad bit further
And you bet your ass she’s gonna ask you first bc consent is sexy okay?
“(Y/N)?” Her voice is shaky as she sits on her bed beside you.
“Yes?” And now the intense eye contact and heavy silence makes you both start panting.
“Can I kiss you?” Her pretty eyes are moving rapidly as she searches your face for any hint of protest and her own face is twisted up with anticipation.
You don’t even have to reply, just lean in and kiss the girl already!
It’s probably the simplest but ABSOLUTE BEST birthday you’ve ever had 💚
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Holding Out For A Hero (Fives x Jedi!Reader)
Summary: You’re Master Krell’s current padawan. Never really liking your master, you completely disobey his orders and journey out to Umbara, hoping to find out what the guy has been up to. Along the way, you make a few friends, and maybe help them a bit too ;) (Part 1 of 2)
Warnings: Only slight violence, that's it tho
A/n: this fic is totally inspired by “holding out for a hero” by Bonnie Taylor (yes I love 80s music) it’s been a while since my last fic (and I might start cross posting on ao3 soon under the name chirpybirdie)
2023 a/n: I still have not started an ao3 account. And it truly has been a while. Should I? (Kinda lost my game guys this is not my best fic- I'll get better I swear)
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“I told you y/n, you are not coming to assist me. Is that clear?!” Krell yelled at you.
*sigh* “yes master.” You reply, defeated.
“Good. Remain here and train with the others.” You leave, heading to your quarters.
He can’t tell me what to do. I’m 19, i’m not even supposed to be a padawan anymore! I should be leading my own troops, have my own clones to lead! You thought. You walk around for a bit, hoping to catch some air. Than, you caught a glimpse of Krell getting ready to leave from the corner of your eye, and next to it, a small ship, usually used by Jedi masters to lead their troops.
Bingo. You thought, and you ran for it, succesfully sneaking past Krell and heading off to Umbara.
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You land on the planet and see Anakin and your master talking. Realizing you may draw attention to yourself if you remain too long, you climb a tree and get higher ground, seeing the conversation from above.
“Thank you for the air support Master, it was much appreciated. But that’s not why your here is it?” Skywalker says.
“No, General Skywalker, the council has requested you back on Coruscant, effective immediately.”
Huh? But I was just with the council and they never mentioned Skywalker. Maybe it happened after I had left.
“What?? Why?”
“I believe a request was made by the Supreme Chancellor.”
Figures. You think while rolling your eyes.
“Well I cant just leave my men!” Anakin shouts.
“I will be taking over in the interim” Krell responds calmly.
You stopped listening after that, not wanting to even show interest in your master's conversation. Then, you see him. A clone. But he’s a bit different than the rest you’ve seen. He's very confident, he seems to be loyal too, and kinda.... fun? And not to mention his slight facial hair and the fact that he's an arc trooper made you swoon. You come back to reality and realize the troops are heading out and you follow them in the trees, praying you won’t be spotted.
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“FALL BACK!! FALL BACK NOW!” Rex shouts above the gunfire. Shouts of pain are heard from the troopers, falling one by one.
Holy shit. I really wish I could help but if Krell sees me, he’ll punish me for disobeying orders. You think, still watching from the trees. The gunfire had calmed itself as the men held their fire, trying to come up with another plan.
“Fives. Hardcase. I need you to infiltrate the base and get their ships to destroy these things. Use their own technology against them.” You hear Captain Rex order.
“They won’t see it coming sir!” Hardcase says. Fives nods and they headed out.
I should follow them, maybe try to help them too. You think and follow behind.
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"Before this I thought Krell was just crazy, but now, I'm beginning to think he just has it out for clones!" You heard the arc trooper say. You jump down from the tree and stand behind them.
"Yeah that's probably true, maybe the reason why I never got to lead some troopers as the commander alongside him" You say, startling the troopers. They quickly turn around and ready their blasters.
“Hold you fire guys. I’m just here to help” You say. You walk forward and show them your saber, proving your their ally. "I'm a jedi. I'm here to help you guys out."
“What the hell is a jedi doing here? The only one that was supposed to be here was Krell.” Fives snarled.
“We’ll for your information arc trooper, I’m his padawan. Trust me, I don’t like him much either.” You reply, glaring back at him.
God damn he looks good. Even when he's angry. You think.
“You heard that?” Fives asks.
“Yeah…I’ve kinda been listening in the trees this whole time because i’m not technically supposed to be here. ” You say.
“And you look older too, are you sure you’re a padawan?” Hardcase asks.
“Hardcase!” Fives yells.
“What!! Just a question!” Then you heard a comm beep. It was yours. And an incoming message from your master.
“Alright guys. Nice to talk to you. But we should probably get going with your plan." You say.
"But how? We were gonna climb the tree but-"Hardcase starts as you close your eyes and take a deep breath, holding your hands out as you do so.
"What are they doi-" Hardcase starts and suddenly stops as he is jabbed in the ribs by Fives.
"Can it Hardcase, it might be some jedi thing" Fives says, but is soon interrupted as he and Hardcase are lifted into the air, thrown over the fence and plop down onto the ground, groaning in pain. You however, leap over and land flat on your feet.
"How was that for a padawan?" You ask the troopers as they are still groaning in pain. You reach your hand out to help them and Fives gets up first, chuckling slightly at the stunt you pulled.
"I'll admit jedi, that was some stunt you just pulled." He starts.
"Y/n. My name is y/n by the way." You reply.
"Alright. Y/n then. Well, if we're introducing ourselves, my name is Fives, not 'arc trooper'." He says, extending his arm for a handshake. You take it, and give a firm shake, looking into his sultry brown eyes as he smiles back at you. Then, you continue on with the mission.
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Part 2 will be coming shortly!
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The true protection- Fred Weasley x Reader (REPOST)
Posted OCTOBER 12, 2020
Reposted APRIL 16, 2023
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Warnings- talks about suicide, but nothing happens. Um-bitchiness. Fred Lives!
I know that this isn’t how it goes but just go with it :)
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True love is a powerful thing and you learned that in your 7th year at Hogwarts.
You had joined Dumbledore’s army a couple of weeks ago and it was a breath of fresh air, you know, ever since Umbridge stopped you guys from using wands in her class. You could take out your wand and cast a million spells in the room of requirement without getting punished for “going against the Ministry”.
You rushed to the room of requirement after dark with a few others, making sure not to be caught. You guys walked inside and started your lesson right away.
“Alright everyone, today, we are going to keep practicing the Patronus charm,” Harry announced, “now everyone, say it with me just so we know we’re doing it right: Expecto Patronum,”. “Expecto Patronum,” you all repeated.
“Good, good! Now watch me do it once more as a demonstration,” Harry said, “Expecto Patronum!”. Out of the end of his wand burst, a blinding, dazzling, silver stag. “Woah,” you gasped as you watched it run around, even though you’ve seen it so many times it still amazes you. It soon disappeared and everyone started nodding their heads, saying that they were ready to practice.
“Alright, practice,” Harry said and motioned for you all to get started. You walked to a spot toward the corner of the room and started practicing. “Expecto Patronum,” you said quietly, rehearsing the words before doing it full-out. You then waved your wand around a few times and readied yourself. The room was filled with everyone either screaming the charm at their wand or having only a little bit of silver mist.
“Expecto Patronum!” you chanted, only to have a little bit of silver mist come out. You huffed and tried again, “Expecto Patronum!”. It still did the same though. “You’re doing good Y/n, just keep trying,” Harry told you. You nodded your head and tried once more.
You thought of when you and your sister were playing in a field, you didn’t have a care in the world, it was just you and your sister. You were playing animals and you were a horse while she was a bunny. “Hop. Hop,” she said and hopped through the grass. “Neigh!” you giggled and trotted after her. You smiled at the memory and readied yourself again.
“Expecto Patronum!” you chanted, rather loudly. Soon a silver mist appeared and then a hedgehog started scurrying in the air. You chuckled a bit and followed it as it made its way around you. “That’s great Y/n!” Harry cheered from across the room and then went back to helping Cho. You smiled and then felt a presence behind you.
You turned around to see Fred standing there. “Good job,” he complimented and pointed to your Patronus. It immediately went away because you need to stay focused on your Patronus to keep working, and you could not. “Thanks,” you thanked him and looked up at him.
He was very handsome, very handsome indeed. But you two were only acquaintances. You guys hadn’t even spoken before this army was formed and the only reason why you’ve ever talked was that you got paired up for dueling while learning Stupefy and Expelliarmus charms.
“What did you think of as your memory?” Fred asked, “Oh, um, me and my sister playing in a field together,” you told him. “That seems fun,” he chuckled, “Yeah,” you laughed awkwardly. You were never good at keeping up a conversation, especially with a cute boy.
“Alright! That’s it for our lesson today!” Harry announced, “Make sure to not get caught by Filch or Umbridge!”. “Okay, well uh, see you tomorrow,” Fred said and walked away, joining George and the others. “See you,” you sighed.
Over the next few weeks, your liking for Fred only grew stronger. His funny ways and charming smiles just made you swoon over him. When you were around him all you wanted to do was hug him, kiss him, just be with him. You were walking down the hallway when you saw Fred secretly giving kids treats from their Skiving Snackboxes while Umbridge was standing on the stairs.
You just kept walking trying not to look at Fred to draw any attention towards him because if she saw you looking she would get him in trouble and would probably bring you in for questioning. “Hey, Y/n!” you heard from behind you. You turned around and saw Fred running toward you. “H-Hey Fred,” you smiled and kept walking.
“How are you today?” he asked, “Good,” you said quickly, trying to end the conversation for the time being so that you could get past Umbridge. “So I was wondering about today’s lesson if we do anything with dueling would you want to-?”, “Fred, shush!” you scolded. “What? Why?” he asked.
You nodded your head over to Umbridge. You both looked at her, accidentally making eye contact with her. “Shit,” you both mumbled and looked away rather quickly. “Misses Y/l/n, Mr. Weasley, may I ask what you two are doing?” Umbridge called. You both stopped and turned around. “Uh, walking?” Fred answered, making you giggle slightly.
“Mr. Weasley, how about you come to my office,” she told him, “Why?” he asked. “For questioning,”. Fred rolled his eyes and looked at you, you just gave him a small sympathetic smile and watched as he walked with her.
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It’s now a week later and you and Fred really haven’t talked since he had to go to Umbridge’s for questioning. That was until Fred had landed himself detention. “Mr. Weasley, my office,” Umbridge told him. Fred hesitantly got up out of his desk and followed her.
The next time you saw him was in the halls, his hand freshly carved into and a cold, emotionless look on his face. “Hey Fred,” you tried greeting him, but he just kept walking. “Um, how did it go?” you asked, “How do you think,” Fred snapped and looked toward you.
You were taken aback a bit. You’ve never seen him mad at anyone, ever. “Oh, um, s-sorry,” you apologized, not knowing what to do. “No, I’m sorry,” Fred sighed and walked over to a bench, you following behind, “I just, I just hate that lady. She takes the fun out of everything and is so… cruel. This place used to be magical, but now it’s not,”.
Your heart kind of ached when he said that because it was true. It’s not magical like it used to be. “I know, but there’s nothing we can do about it. We just need to focus on things a little more… positive,” you smiled and leaned in a little. “This is my chance,” you thought.
You slowly leaned in and kissed him, but he pulled back almost immediately. Your eyes widened and you stood up, backing away slowly. “I-I’m sorry,” you apologized, drowning in embarrassment and heartbreak. “Wait, Y/n,” Fred said but you couldn’t face him right now. It was obvious that he didn’t like you back. “I-I-I c-can’t I’m sorry,” you choked out, tears streaming down your face. You turned around quickly and ran to your dorm, sobbing.
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The next few weeks were awful. You had to be around him almost all of the time, and before, you found it a blessing, but now, it was a curse. Your heart ached every time you looked at him. You had driven yourself insane over the fact that you couldn’t have him.
You laid awake at night crying and thinking about him. You dreamed about being together, only to be woken up to a heartbreaking reality. He was perfect to you and you couldn’t convince yourself otherwise, no matter how many times you tried.
“Y/n, you need to get over him. He’s stupid to not like you back,” Hermione tried convincing you. You were sitting outside near a tree, crying once more. “I know, I just- you don’t understand! He’s the thing that I want most, and I. Can’t. Have. Him. I’m- I’m-”, “You’re what?” she asked.
“I’m… in love with him. I love him with everything I’ve got. It’s almost painful how much,” you told her. You were in love with him and there was no stopping it.
“Oh Y/n,” she cooed and hugged you which led you to cry more. She then looked down at her watch and sighed, looking up and giving you a look of sympathy. “We’ve got to go to our lesson,” she told you and stood up. “I don’t want to go, he’ll be there,” you pouted. “The only way that you’ll ever get over him is if you face him,” Hermione said firmly and pulled you off the ground. “You’re a great friend Hermione, you know that right?” you told her, she nodded her head and hugged you.
“Are you sure that you know how good of a friend you are?” you asked her. “Yes, I’m sure, why?” she questioned. You couldn’t tell her what you were planning to do tonight, but, you could remind her that it’s not her fault. “Nothing, just know that you’re the best friend a girl could ask for,” you told her and hugged her once more.
She just gave you an unassured, weird, hug back before you composed yourself and quickly headed to lessons, making sure not to get caught. You both walked in and all eyes were on you. You quickly looked down before you both walked up to the group.
Soon lessons started and you were, once again, practicing Patronus charms because a couple of kids still couldn’t get it, which was understandable because it is very hard to produce.
“Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember. Allow it to fill you up,” Harry announced, walking around the room, “Keep trying Seamus,” he said and then walked over near you. “Fred, your turn now,” Harry told him. You looked over and saw Fred focusing while George watched his twin. Your heart ached once more, almost bringing you to tears.
“Expecto Patronum!” Fred chanted and a silver Magpie started flying around. You watched in amazement as Fred was finally able to produce one. Fred looked up in amazement as well, before catching sight of you. You made eye contact with him before quickly looking away.
“Just remember, your Patronus can only protect you for as long as you stay focused,” Harry told everyone. “Alright Y/n, focus,” you whispered to yourself and thought of you and your sister playing in the field once more. “Expecto Patronum!” you chanted, but only a small silver mist came out. “Huh? That worked before, why isn’t it working now?”. You tried once more, but still nothing. You huffed out and went to try again.
“Are you thinking of the happiest memory you could think of?” you heard someone say from behind you. You turned your head to see Fred standing there with a smirk. He was acting like nothing ever happened. “Yes, I am,” you spat and turned back around. “Well then, think of a happier one,” Fred said like you were dumb.
You just rolled your eyes and looked back. Once you had felt that he had walked away, you closed your eyes, trying to think of what your happiest memory really is. You thought of you and your sister in the field, but that didn’t make your heart happy like it used to. You thought of getting outstanding on a potions quiz that you studied really hard for, still not happy enough. You then thought of when you and Fred were in class together, laughing up a storm. You were admiring his features and every little thing about him.
Your heart filled up with happiness at the memory, making you step back a little and hold your heart, for it had hurt a little. Your lip started to quiver as you came to the realization that Fred was your happiest memory, but also the person that made your heart ache.
You composed yourself for the second time today and readied yourself. “Expecto Patronum!” you chanted. An animal emerged from your wand, but it wasn’t a hedgehog.
It was a Magpie.
You got really confused and then heard people gasp. You looked over at everyone. “Why did my Patronus change?” you asked. Hermione stepped forward a little, “Your Patronus can change due to either bereavement, profound shifts in a person’s character or-” Hermione stopped. Everyone was quiet and watching this all unfold. “Or what?” you asked, kind of scared. “…falling in love,”.
Your heart dropped at her statement. “F-Falling in love?” you shook and looked over to Fred. He was just as in shock as you were. “Falling in love,” Hermione assured. You knew you were in deep trouble now and so did Hermione. She ran over to you as you dropped to the floor, sobbing.
“What’s going on?” asked Fred. “Can’t you see?!” you yelled, “I’m in love with you and you don’t love me back! I’m screwed!”. You sobbed even harder as Hermione hugged you tighter. “Oh my gosh,” everyone gasped. “Y-You’re in love with me?” Fred asked. You just nodded your head and slightly opened your eyes. Fred had a small smile on his face.
“What are you smiling about?” Hermione snapped. “The fact that I-” Fred didn’t finish his sentence. He pulled you out of Hermione’s arms and kissed you. You were shocked at first but started kissing back too. A few seconds later, you both pulled back and looked into each other’s eyes.
“But the last time you pulled away, I-”, “When you kissed me, you put your hand on my hand and it hurt, like, bad. So, I pulled away. I really did want to kiss you back, it just hurt too much but when I tried to talk to you you ran away crying, it broke my heart, to be honest,” Fred chuckled and hugged you tighter when he saw your tears coming back from his statement.
“I’m sor-sorry,” you choked out, “Hey, hey, hey, shhh,” he soothed you until you stopped crying, “you have nothing to be sorry about”. You two looked in each other’s eyes and started to lean in. But right before you could kiss the lights went dark and the room started to shake.
You and Fred both broke from each other’s gaze and looked around at everyone. You all were looking around frantically, all of you scared and confused. Within seconds the glass on the wall where the door to the room of requirement was shattered, throwing glass in every direction. Everyone ducked and Fred covered your body from getting cut by towering over you.
After the glass had all fallen, you and Fred both stood up, watching Colin walk up to a small hole in the wall. He looked through and his eyes widened. You only heard a lady’s voice say, “I’ll make short work of this” and then a small pause “Bombarda Maxima,”.
The wall blew out and everyone inside the room walked to the now bigger hole in the wall. There stood Umbridge, some Slytherins, and Mr. Filch. Draco then pulled Cho into view and you felt your heart sting. She and you were good friends. “How could she do this?” you thought.
“Get them,” Umbridge spat, making your eyes go wide. Everyone in the room started to scramble in different directions, gradually getting caught by the Slytherins. Cho just stood there, not helping one bit.
You then saw Goyle in front of you, ready to grab you but a tall body quickly stood in front of you. You looked up to see Fred, “Don’t even think about it, Goyle,” he spat and pushed you farther behind him.
Someone then grabbed you from behind, yanking you from him. “Fred!” you yelped and turned your head to see Mr. Filch. You tried to get out of his grasp and Fred, who has noticed your absence from behind him, was trying to free you as well.
“Let go of her!” Fred yelled before Goyle yanked him back. Although Fred had tried to get loose, it was no hope, Goyle wasn’t letting go. After a few seconds of everyone resisting and trying to get out of the grip of Umbridge’s posse, you all were caught and Umbridge had one of the most terrifying smiles you have ever seen on her face.
She looked like a full-blown psychopath. “Detention,” she said quietly, “all of you!”. You flinched at her scream and looked at Fred with fear in your eyes. “It’ll be fine,” he whispered to you before you were yanked by Mr. Filch. He had a rather firm grip on your arm, hurting you a lot.
“Stop Mr. Filch!” Hermione, who was being held by another one of the Slytherins, yelled, “You’re hurting her!”. Mr. Filch just growled and made his grip tighter. You looked at Fred and Hermione with tears in your eyes and then looked down at the ground.
You were all basically thrown in your chairs once you got to detention. “You will be doing lines for 4 hours!” Umbridge screamed. “But it’s nearly quarter till midnight!” Hermione exclaimed. “SILENCE!” Umbridge screamed, “LINES UNTIL BREAKFAST, TOMORROW MORNING!”. You looked at her with a shocked expression, everyone else doing the same. 9 hours of cruel punishment.
You started to silently cry when you realized how bad your punishment was and how much trouble you were in. Umbridge then composed herself a little and put back on a smile, “‘I must not break rules’ is what you all will be writing,”.
Everyone started writing their lines and groans were heard across the whole room. You watched as the words were being carved into your hands, “Why did I ever agree to do this?” you whispered to yourself and kept writing. You kept your head down nearly the whole time, trying to hide the fact that you were crying from Umbridge.
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About 4 hours in, your hand was nearly numb and you were exhausted. Every time your eyes fluttered closed for some shut-eye Umbridge would tap your desk with her wand, waking you up.
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Another hour passed and you felt hopeless. You were exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally.
Your eyes started fluttering shut once again and yet another tap was made on your desk. You groaned and looked up, finally for the first time in 5 hours. You looked around and everyone looked disheveled.
Ron’s eyes were blood-shot, Hermione’s hair was a mess, George looked like he was about to kill somebody with the way his eyes were drooping, and Fred, well, Fred still looked perfect to you. It broke your heart to see him wince when he wrote another line.
Your lip started to quiver again and that’s when Fred just so happened to look back at you. His heart shattered at the sight of you. Your face was stained with tears, lips swollen, hair a mess, dark circles were under your eyes. You looked so… broken.
Fred looked up at Umbridge who was near you and gave her a death glare. But, he couldn’t do anything. She would give everyone a worse punishment if he were to do anything and he couldn’t do that to everyone, his brother, you.
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Finally, after 9 hours of torture, it was over. “I assume you’ve all learned your lesson?” Umbridge said. Some nodded their heads and some looked so dead that they didn’t even give a response. She giggled, “Okay, now off to breakfast you go,”. You all stood up from your chairs and walked out of the room.
A few kids looked at you guys terrified, for you looked like monsters. Others snickered, especially Draco and his goons who had gotten a full night’s sleep and waited for you outside of the room.
“How was detention?” Draco asked you all. Everyone just gave him a glare and kept walking. Fred soon walked next to you and pulled you close to him. “Are you okay?” he whispered, sounding exhausted. “Yeah,” you simply said, not having enough energy to give a full response.
“Couldn’t protect your girlfriend last night, huh Weasley?!” Draco yelled over to you two. Fred stopped in his tracks and turned around. “Fred,” you whispered as you saw his fist clench. The sleep-deprivation must have caused him to have anger issues because he never acts like this. “Fred!” you exclaimed as he ran over to Draco and grabbed him by the collar.
“You shut up!” Fred screamed, “If you say another word about me or Y/n, you’ll regret it!”. Draco was shaking in fear and dropped to the ground when Fred let go. Fred just gave him one last glare before walking over to you, putting a hand on your waist, and pulling you away from the scene.
“Thank you, Fred,” you thanked him and snuggled into his side, “I’m sorry Y/n. I love you so much, just know that I will do anything in my power to make Umbridge pay for what she did to you. George and I will make it rain hell on her, I promise. I’m going to protect you with all I’ve got, I’ll be your human Patronus”.
You looked up at him and giggled slightly at his joke, “I love you too, my Patronus” you said and kissed his cheek.
“Anyone will do anything for true love, I suppose. They’ll let their heart be broken, they’ll risk themselves, but most of all, they’ll protect you with their life. Which is what your daddy promised himself that he’ll do for me for the rest of his life,” you told your children, who were sitting with you on the couch by the fire.
“Wow, you really must’ve loved daddy. You’re Patronus changed for him before you two even got together,” your oldest daughter, Elena, said. “Yep, I sure did,” you sighed and rubbed your two other children’s foreheads, “now come on Elena, Naomi and Minerva have fallen asleep,” you whispered to her and picked up the 5-year-old, Naomi, and 7-year-old, Minerva, while your 10-year-old followed behind.
The two of you walked to the two younger girls’ rooms and laid them down in bed. You then walked Elena to her room and tucked her in, kissing her goodnight.
You sighed and walked out of their rooms and to the kitchen. As you were cleaning up for the day, a voice boomed in your ear, startling you.
“Fred!” you yelped and hit his chest. “Hi love,” he whispered and kissed you, grabbing your wedding ring and fiddling with it. After you pulled away, you turned back around to keep cleaning up. “You should come and get some sleep, love,” Fred yawned and placed his head on your shoulder, hugging you from behind.
“I know, I know, just give me a few minutes,” you told him. “Love, come on, you’ve been up since dawn,” he told you and pulled you from the kitchen. “Fred, there are still dishes,” you whined, but Fred didn’t say anything. He laid you down on your shared bed and got in on the other side, pulling you into his embrace.
“I love you,” Fred whispered, “I just can’t see you tired anymore, not after all those years ago,”. “Fred, that was 13 years ago,” you giggled, “Umbridge can’t hurt me anymore,”. “I know, but still. I promised to protect you and that was the one time I didn’t. There was so much I could’ve done, but I didn’t and you got hurt and I just can’t forgive myself-” you cut him off with a kiss.
“You might not have protected me that time, but you protected me before that,” you told him and looked in his eyes. “What do you mean?” he asked, “Those were dark times and you, my love, brightened them. I felt so hopeless that year and you saved me from doing something horrible,”. “What did I save you from doing exactly?” Fred asked and pushed a piece of hair behind your ear.
“That day when my Patronus turned into yours, I was so heartbroken and sad that life didn’t have meaning anymore. I had planned that after lessons that day, I was going to pitch myself off of the astronomy tower and just end it all. But when you told me you loved me back, it all changed. I didn’t want to die anymore, my life had meaning and I wanted to live for the first time in months,” you whispered, tearing up at the end.
Fred pulled you tighter into his embrace and kissed your forehead. “I’m glad I saved you that day because I don’t know what I would’ve done with you gone,” Fred said. “You would’ve lived your life to become the handsome young chap that you are,” you giggled.
“No, Y/n, I probably wouldn’t have been able to live with myself. We wouldn’t have our little girls,” Fred was now tearing up too, “and I wouldn’t be married to the love of my life,”. You both looked in each other’s eyes and started sobbing.
“I promise to love you and the girls forever and ever and I will protect all of you with my life,” Fred told you. “And I promise to do the same,” you whispered. And with that, the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Falling in love can be painful sometimes, hell, it can be excruciatingly painful. But in the end, it’s always worth it because true love is one of the most powerful things in the world. It’s the true protection.
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sweet alert!
DATE: JUNE 30, 2023
summary: peter invites you to the cabin. later, jax tries to talk to you and peter recalls his past.
song: Science- niall horan
words: 4.3k
warnings: mentions of death and blood, language, angst, and bits of fluff
note: the big chunk of italics are a flashback, but i think that’s obvious. i hope you guys like this part 5, it’s been awhile :) part 4 // peter masterlist
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peter thought that walking you home would have been the most stressful thing in the world. but it turned out to be one of the most comfortable and heartwarming things he’s ever done. even in this cold weather.
together you talked about little things, but important things. things that seemed impossible, but only to the small-minded. not like your favorite color or schoolwork, but your dreams. what’s your dream vacation spot? your dream house? dream car? what do you aspire to be? who do you aspire to be?
questions like these were brought up, but not all were answered.
you said you wanted to get out of queens and live in the suburbs. or somewhere secluded and alone with nothing but the wilderness surrounding you. you didn’t care too much about money; you wanted to hear people’s stories. so you said you wanted to be some type of social worker too—in all, you just wanted to be happy. random, but notable.
were you not happy now? peter thought.
peter didn’t care what questions you were answering. but at the same time, he cared an overwhelming amount. he just loved hearing you talk and worshiped the things you said.
like you, peter had dreams. he believed everyone had dreams. who didn’t? besides his career dreams and bucket list goals, you were a walking dream in his eyes. a fleeting, golden glow of essence that affected him more than any superpower he had.
if only you saw him the way he saw you.
peter was a perfectionist. now, he wasn’t perfect by any means, but he wanted to be the best for you. he’d realized later, though, that you were simpler than that. sometimes, peter put you on a pedestal, afraid to touch you or even look at you. he didn’t need to be some perfect man to just hang out with you. so, peter resorted to being himself. kind of.
he wishes he was courageous enough to swoon you on your doorstep under the porch light. as you would turn away to walk inside, he would spin you around by your wrist and catch you in a deep, movie-like kiss. ha, imagine if he asked you to go to the cabin with him. now that would be ridiculous.
would it?
as he walked you home and envisioned this, these scenes were just one of the many fantasies he pictured with you. it was all only a fantasy.
“well, thank you with walking me,” you blurted out in the chilled air. your soothing voice shakes peter from his daydreams, or evening dreams because the sun was setting.
the sky faded from a cornflower blue to a deep indigo with white freckles. he forced himself to look away from the planet’s beauty because he could watch the sky all night—it was never leaving. however, you were leaving in a few moments.
“oh yeah, of course,” he stuffs his hand in his pockets to hide his fiddling fingers. you both slow down your stride as you approach your house, stopping in the front of your lawn.
“i’m sorry again about jax…” you look down as your eyes wander on the concrete, ashamed.
“it’s not your fault he’s a jerk,” peter is quick to reassure you as you slowly nod. you finally look up at peter, who is already looking at you. a familiar blush rushes to his cheeks, and he hopes you think it’s from the chill outside.
your eyes are sparkling from the streetlight as the area around you guys gets darker, colder. your face somehow still glows even during the night. not to be creepy, but peter could gaze at you forever like you were his favorite art piece in an entire gallery.
“sometimes, i wish i could get away, you know?” your eyes rip apart from his and stare towards your sneakers. your heart is beating way too quickly in your chest for a staring contest. it was cold and your body was trying to warm you up. simple.
“yeah,” peter’s first thought is the cabin, but you’d never want to go with him to that. you guys barely knew each other. even if you said you wanted to leave extremely bad, peter couldn’t ask you.
why? just ask her, you coward! the voice in peter’s head shouted. but what if she rejects you, dork? the devil on his shoulder retaliates.
you know what? he’s trying to be more courageous anyway. what’s the worst that could happen?
oh god i’m really doing this, he worries.
“i-i know a place where you can get away,” he stutters, mentally cursing at himself. you tilt your head in curiosity as you wait for him to continue. “my friend has this cabin that he’s going to next weekend with his girlfriend. he’s been begging me to go with him, but i didn’t want to third-wheel and you said you wanted to get away and i was just thinking maybe—”
“that sounds great, peter,” your soft, soothing voice cuts off his ramble thankfully. peter blinks a few times, in complete disbelief. instead of beating rapidly in his chest, his heart stopped abruptly. no blood, no breathing—he was just still.
wait, you said yes? no. fucking. way.
“fuck…” you groaned, clutching your stomach. peter pinches his eyebrows in concern.
“what—oh—right, sorry,” peter cringes at himself, realizing your pain. he wants to hug you and make it all go away. why couldn’t he have healing powers? but he can’t, so he just scratches his neck awkwardly.
“i should get going. text me the details,” you half-smile, clearly still in pain. peter waves you off, trying to hide his excitement. he waits until you shut the front door to walk away, a fluttery feeling erupting in his heart.
peter tucks his hands into his pockets, striding around the corner. looking all ways, he throws his hood over his head and readies his webs. he fires them towards the nearby lamp post and slings himself in the air.
while flying through the streets, he realizes that he doesn’t actually have your phone number. oh, well. that’s just another excuse for him to talk to you.
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peter could not hold it in. he couldn’t wait the weekend to tell ned at school, so he facetimed him. he rambled from start to finish starting with the fight with jax and asking you to the cabin. ned’s jaw had fallen open in the beginning and didn’t close until the very end.
“peter…” was the only word he was able to form. peter couldn’t stop smiling, constantly replaying your soft voice in his head. it was like a dream; his dream making another dream come true. it was almost too good to be true. “you’re in, my dude! she totally wants you!”
peter didn’t think he could verbally deny it. of course, his head was telling him to not get ahead of himself, but he couldn’t help it right now. he felt like he was on top of the world, like the universe was finally on his side.
was it too good to be true?
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peter knew this school week was going to be torturous. he knew that he would be crawling towards this three-day weekend slower than a turtle in quicksand. the only thing helping him through it was you, and the fact that he would see you every day during third.
speaking of which, as he was sitting patiently (or impatiently) in his desk, peter watched you strut into the room.
your hair was straightened, which wasn’t too often for you. a black, ribbed shirt fits your figure perfectly along with loose, green camouflage pants. moving past him, he saw your large gold hoops poking from your hair. his eyes were trapped in a gaze at where you stood, mesmerized by the air you left. when the bell rang, he was still staring, daydreaming into space.
every time he saw you smile he swore the clouds parted and the sun shined a little brighter. your smile could make angels descend from heaven.
“hello, class,” the teacher starts, folding her hands together. “i’ve given you all a few days to answer the before-researching questions. that should be finished by now. at this point, you should have some of your research done and should be writing your source pages…”
peter honestly zoned out. this is one of the first times he hasn’t paid attention in school. he wasn’t really worried about it though; he would catch up easily. when the teacher claps, that’s the cue for everyone to gather in their groups. peter snatches his bag and heads towards the back with a smile on his face.
“hey, parker,” you smile widely, almost showing your teeth. peter smiled back. you looked great today. well, of course, you looked great everyday, but you didn’t look ill anymore.
maybe your period was over.
your period was over, thank the heavens. that was one of the good side effects of your birth control. the bad ones consisted of horrible cramps and a depressive mood.
you really needed to change it…
peter laid the groundwork on the desk in front of him and started filling out some of the questions. last class he did everything by himself because he didn’t want you to stress even more than you probably were. you found it sweet. you found peter sweet. in a store full of candies and chocolates, he’d be the best thing there. he’d be the reason people come into the store, just so they can see him.
peter was really the only thing that made you come to english, and with a little smile on your face.
did that mean something? no, no.
“i can help, you know,” you chuckled, “i’m not completely useless.”
“of course, i know that. i’m just trying to get this done,” peter didn’t really want to say it, but you guys were a bit behind. last class he was so infuriated with how jax was treating you that he didn’t get much done. he’s barely finishing the before-researching questions.
“oh okay,” you nodded and folded your hands, not really sure what to do. you actually felt good today and you wanted to assist peter with the project. you were in a better state of mind than you were on friday. peter notices this from the corner of his eye. his heart skips a beat for some reason, even though it’s been relatively calm next to you.
peter’s heart? calm? next to you?
“actually, can you go grab a computer? then we can try to start our research,” peter suggests. you salute him and slide out from your desk, following his orders.
he finishes up the last question with ease since he read the book over the summer. peter doesn’t actually know if you read it, but he wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t. it’s okay, he doesn’t mind. he’s used to his partners not doing anything. but unlike them, you actually want to help. plus, peter really likes working with you.
suddenly, peter’s ears tingle, making his pencil halt. all the chatter in the room goes muffled for him besides the voices his ears are zoning in on.
it’s you and jax near the computer cart.
trying not to make it obvious, peter rests his head on his hand and sneakily peeks at you two while listening intently.
“looking good today,” jax clicks his tongue, smugness evident in his tone. you ignore and don’t engage—your motto. jax clearly doesn’t like that, so he continues on to get your attention.
“so, how’s your little nerd-friend?” jax taunts from behind you in line for the computers. you try not to indulge or be affected, keeping your face front as you wait patiently. but it was hard when your feelings toward peter were soft and endearing unlike jax’s poisonous intentions. he didn’t deserve to be bullied, especially by someone who’s a waste of space.
wait… feelings? like friend feelings, right?
“he’s good. thanks for asking,” you take a step forward, bending down to look into the cart.
“have you fucked him yet?”
your heart skips a chaotic beat, causing you to terminate your movements. your jaw and eyelids tick, frustration firing up in your veins. you swear to god you were going to hit him.
ignore, don’t engage.
“what the hell am i saying?” jax says with a dry chuckle, bending down near the cart. you turn your head towards him with an angry, confused expression. “you probably don’t even need to fuck him. he’s probably doing all the work for you and you don’t even have to bat a fucking eye. or—that’s all you do. just sit there and look pretty. isn’t that right?”
your lips were pursed together tightly at his words and your fingers were nearly shaking from rage. you swear at this point there was no one in your life that infuriated you more than jax. not even your father.
peter’s heart was pounding. he couldn’t believe the nasty words he was hearing. without thinking, peter stands up to head to the computer cart. his pencil snaps completely in half in his hand, too irritated from jax’s behavior.
you wanted to respond, but you couldn’t. you didn’t know what to say to such a comment. it was obviously wrong because peter wasn’t like that. he was pure and he was innocent, unlike anyone you’ve ever known. he wasn’t fucked up in the head. he didn’t need to go parties where there were drugs and drinks to make himself feel better. he didn’t need to fuck people to feel validated.
peter had a clear future, and you didn’t. he knew what he what he was doing, and you didn’t. he had self-control. and you didn’t. not anymore.
jax was getting in your head. you were more than just your looks. you were smart. you may not be peter’s level of intelligent and you might not be amazing at school, but you had your own thing.
as you opened your mouth to sprout fire on jax, a soothing voice appears like a guardian angel.
“i’m kind of stuck on one of the questions. do you mind looking at it? i can grab this,” peter rushes his words, trying his best not to stumble over them in anxiousness. his heart was racking impossibly quick in his chest with you staring at him and jax’s eyes burning into his face.
peter saw relief splash over your face like cold water. it was very rare for peter to need help on anything in school, so the fact that he was asking you proved that he was really helping you out. he gave you a clear out and you didn’t hesitate to take it.
“y-yeah, i’ll go look at it right now,” you tuck some hair behind your ear and shuffle your way towards the back, not giving jax another look.
peter didn’t think this far ahead. he didn’t think at all really. but now he was standing awkwardly with jax hovering practically above him, glaring at him with flaming machetes in his eyes. as peter reaches to grab a computer, jax aggressively pokes him with two thick fingers.
“you—”
“is there a problem here, mr. campbell?” the teacher announces beside both of the boys. her hands are folded together in front of her, waiting for him to respond.
with a strong jaw and the world’s tightest smile, jax replies, “no, ma’am.”
“we were just talking,” he roughly pats peter’s back before walking away and going to his desk. that whole interaction felt like hours, when it was maybe a few minutes. peter didn’t know. he just snatched a computer and made his way back to you.
“you okay?” peter softly asks, placing the device on the desk. you were completely zoned out, eyes still and lips remaining pursed. “y/n?”
you shake your head, hoops dangling through your hair. you turn to peter and give him a fake smile and lightly nod. the one you show when you’re not okay, but can pass for “i’m alright, don’t mind me.” people usually see that smile and leave you alone.
peter sees that look on your face and knows you’re not really okay. he’s seen the expression of someone trying to conceal their anger, fear, or sadness too many times. he’s seen it on victims in the street, his friends, family, and even in the mirror.
when peter lost his parents, he had that face a lot. people from everywhere asked him about his parents, even people who he barely knew or haven’t talked to in years. to peter, they didn’t really care, they just wanted to know more information. right after they say i’m sorry for your loss, their follow-up question is always what happened? even when they know. everyone knows. word gets around.
it’s not every day that someone’s parents die in a car accident while the child lives. devastating, right? peter was only eight years old. he remembers that night more vividly than any other memory. how could he think of anything else but the death of his parents?
his parents were the kindest people he’d ever known. most people don’t get to say that about their parents, but peter could say it without hesitation. when they were taken from him, right in front of his innocent eyes, everything just…
“that food was delicious,” peter’s father, richard, starts as they get into the car. peter was so full he could barely walk to the car, so his dad carried him. he got very sleepy just from the short walk.
“i agree,” mary, his mother, smiled with a nod. her teeth were big and white, while her bottom row was a little crooked. her hair was straight and short—a little past her shoulders like dark oak. peter thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. and so did his father.
his father was a smart man; assistant of some sort that peter didn’t remember. he just knows that he got a lot of money because he said peter could have any action figure he wanted. that’s so many!
he was clean shaven. he rarely had a beard, but when he did, peter knew he was hard at work. he had smile marks around his lips and the darkest green eyes peter had ever seen.
“what did you think, peter?” his mom asked, twisting her head. he yawned in response as he sat in the backseat, little hands rubbing his tired eyes. his parents cohesively chuckled as his father started the engine.
“are you buckled?” his dad questions, adjusting the mirror a tad.
“yes, dad,” peter grumbled, shifting around in his seat to get comfortable. he rests his arm on the right side door, leaning on his open palm.
peter feels the smoothness of the road beneath the car and gets even sleepier. he sees the dim headlights flashing behind his closed eyelids as he drifts off to slumber. his parents quietly converse all the way home.
“our sweet boy,” he barely hears his mother mumble. he can envision the endearing look on her face.
what felt like a few seconds went by, and then peter was jolted awake. his body was flung forward, neck straining and slamming against the side door. his body erupts in an ache, his right arm screaming in sharp pain.
when the blurriness fades from his vision, he zones in on the scene around him. it was horrific.
his beloved mother and father lie drenched in their own blood, heads bent towards their laps. peter couldn’t see their faces, but he desperately wanted to.
“mom? dad?” peter croaks. he unstraps his seatbelt with his left hand, clutching his right wrist. he leans over the console, staring at his parents’ state.
he was in such shock he didn’t know what to do. his heart was beating uncontrollably fast, but he felt as if everything was moving in slow motion. with wide, glossy eyes, peter stares at his parents collided with some white balloon, nudging them with desperateness.
“mom! dad! wake up!” he shouts fearfully, but they don’t respond. he pushes them by their shoulders until they’re shaking and he’s screaming their titles, but they don’t answer.
peter blocked out the squealing sounds of the sirens and the sight of the red and blue. the amount of brightness around should have blinded him, but nothing blinded him more than the scene unfolded in front of him.
choked up and crying, tears streamed down peter’s cheeks as the left side of the car door was open. his hands were trembling, vibrant with crimson liquid he didn’t know was there. he stares at the man with a shining flashlight, urging him to exit the vehicle.
peter is hesitant, but follows out of fear. arm still in hand, a group of people crowd him and usher him around. he doesn’t know what’s going on, everything is just slowed down. looking through the chaos of people, he spots another car that collided with his parents.
sliding his way through the officers and emergency workers, peter makes his way to the car.
the car that crashed into his parents’ seemed less ruined, and the guy in the front seat seemed less hurt. peter stared at the man covered in his own blood. he watched as his body slumped over the console, giving out.
mindlessly, the world becomes muted as peter get dragged away into an ambulance. he winces in pain as he’s strapped into a stretcher, neck burning. from the bottom of his eyes, he can see so many lights; white, red, blue, yellow.
as the doors to the ambulance shut, the only scene replaying over in peter’s head is the sight of his bloody parents and the drunk man in the other car. their last words will always echo in his head: “our sweet boy.”
over and over. and over and over. for his whole life.
it never went away. it never really…
stopped.
as peter got older, he was allowed to learn more about his parents’ death. he was able to accept it more. he went to therapy since then, but he hasn’t gone recently. he hasn’t felt the need to. and yeah, he knows that that’s the point when you’re supposed to stay because it’s working. but he’s too busy now. plus, he’s been a bit distracted lately. maybe that’s just what he needs.
may just listens, and he loves that. yes, she gives him lectures and all the normal parent stuff, but she never forces him to talk about it. not only did she lose her younger sister, but she was given a child without a warning. may was always a free spirit, someone who never settled. but she had no choice but to when peter was placed into her hands.
she took him in without a second thought, and he’s never been more grateful for anyone or anything.
“peter?” your hand rests on his tightened shoulder, which relaxes from your touch. his glossy, zoned out eyes blink a few times before focusing in on you, just like you had moments ago.
you noticed a shift in his demeanor, but didn’t dare to comment on it. you just concentrated on researching on your computer. you two didn’t speak for the rest of class. it wasn’t awkward but comforting. it was good to know that you didn’t have to forcefully converse with peter. sometimes you could just sit in silence. even though the classroom wasn’t very quiet.
when the bell rang, peter sighed and tucked his notes into his backpack. you watch with some sadness, wondering what off-set his mood so much. you gently shut the computer as peter gets ready to leave.
“peter, wait!” you call out as you hurriedly shove the computer into its slot. he turns around with a wistful look on his face with a tad bit of sadness laced in his features.
“yeah?”
“thank you,” you inhale as you stare at him. eyes wondering over his face. he half-smiles at you, the same expression you were giving him earlier. “it’s going to be okay.”
you didn’t even know why you said that, but you felt like he needed to hear that. he releases a shaky, wavering breath as your hand lies on his strapped shoulders.
“you think so?” peter mindlessly asks, staring into your eyes. it’s the first time he’s ever been able to do it without feeling the need to look away.
“yeah, i do,” you smile, more genuine than before. you want him to know you mean it. “you’re a sweet boy, peter. so yes, it’s going to be okay.”
like before, your hands slide into his lightly gelled hair. your nails gently scratch his scalp, leaving peter’s head all tingly in their absence. with that, you leave the classroom and peter by himself.
he takes a deep breath, trying to internalize your words. you’ve called him sweet in the past and he never was affected this way. he would feel his heart pound and float because your words were so soft and kind. but after his recall of his parents death and their last, echoing words, he finds it crazy that you happened to say that.
our sweet boy, his mom’s voice lingers.
sweet boy, your kind voice repeats.
maybe with time, you’ll replace the sweet, painful words that kill him a little more every day. but he doesn’t know if that’s possible. not now.
even though he’s been able to accept it more now, there’s still a part inside of him that wishes he died that night too.
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