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madstronaut · 9 months ago

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I have updated this comment because I have been ramble-typing in my notes about how it literally arrested me and threw me in angstyhorny jail (bonk) and also I want to add it to my faficorantlist

BE WARNED, ABANDON COMFORT ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE (angst fic lovers, flocketh yonder), lol I told greeny going back to point out my favorite parts was akin to ripping open stitches, and also putting myself back into my unreliable narrator mode this fic had me recalling from when I was screaming on a similar emotional rollercoaster several years ago...

how do you even describe the weird mishmash of experiencing an immediate crush AND heartbreak and then the fucking theater of having to hide/pretend while having the two clashing feelings roil in your stomach like vomit??

"You laugh and slap her arm playfully as you leave the room. You’re an expert at that now" YEP THIS IS HOW humor can be such a mask sometimes

"On the off chance Soap arrived when you were coming out of the shower, he only ever looked at your eyes and quickly got out of your way." the absolute dissonance when the heart and mind war with each other...one pointing out hey this is why they appeal to us but also the other realizing simultaneously this is why we will never appeal to them PARADOX THY NAME IS READER (and 2018 me) 🥹

all the little bits about soaking up crumbs of attention while watching the flatmate feast - and seeing soap act so friendly with reader because they love them through the friend and feel safe with them - shredding my pillow, sheets, all the linens in my apt in angst for reader </3 </3 </3

"You put the chocolate in a drawer because you didn’t want to get used to tastes you couldn’t indulge in."

"He smiles, you smile. He leaves, you remain."

reader going outside to talk directly with price, the convo opening with "It was cold outside, bitterly cold."

"You knew better than to beg, to make compromises, to ask for a chance. Nothing would convince him. Maybe another woman could. But not me. So you turned to humour because it was safer than being vulnerable."

With wet eyes and a wobbly voice that you couldn’t hide, you say “so you think I’m pretty?” 🥹🥹🥹🥹 reader pls let me give u hugs, pep talks, set u up with someone-

He hits you with a look that you’ll never forget.

RAGGGGGHHHH THESE QUOTESSS I NEED A FUCKIN MEDIC

“In another life-“ he quietly began.

You cut him off, agreeing, “in another life.”

me, everytime I see fic title pop its head up in the story 😂😂

also me, consoling myself while consuming angst: there IS another life, and that is the fan-fucking-tastic universe of fanfiction, bless ye, fanfic writers, bless ye

You wish you could be in someone’s inner circle, but instead you were grateful you could float around theirs. once again crying for reader and also who has not felt this before?? picturing my emo highschool self, listening to linkin park while commuting on my sony discman, pre-finding my people in college. if I could i would go back and let madstroteen know it's gonna be okay (I wouldn't actually do so, of course, because rules of time travel duh)

"your flatmate shouted at the top of her lungs “you and the Captain huh?! Practically undressing each other with your eyes!”

“You never told me what happened with you both that night.” She asks, brows knitted in concern for you while her heart was shattered.

also god the angst is so palpably good like i can chew on it because both flatmate and soap, individually and together, are so well fleshed-out and are good friends - and a great couple - WHICH OFC ONLY ADDS TO TEH FUCKING ANGST AND DRAMA OF IT ALL

‘What cannot be said will be wept’ - truer words have never been spoken, when reader starts to sob right afterwards under the guise of "soap was so good to flatmate" like ugh the heartbreak but also the relief of finally being able to let out her feelings, even if its veiled - UGGHHHHH yes let it outttt

reader overhearing the wild monkey sex and yearning/getting off only to end in wallowing...my GOD reminded me of the total ouroboros of despair of 'need to get rid of feelings so I can heal and get new feelings for someone else and move on - but fuck i can't look at all these feelings currently taking up space - oh whats that are they growing FUCK - i need to get rid of...'

good news tho, friends - IRL this cycle can and will be broken, the power of Christ compels you- no but really sometimes it takes some painfully slow and steady exorcism-level intervention by yourself+community to do so

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This fic fucking destroyed me in the best way

i haven’t been in this exact situation (thank FUCK i think my innate love and loyalty for close friends would physically/spiritually/chemically/legally/emotionally not allow my mind and heart to even entertain the thought…so far, and hopefully forever) but I have definitely found myself with feelings for unavailable people (i am absolutely religious about respecting/keeping certain boundaries IRL but…sometimes with just the right and random cocktail of circumstances, situations and interactions, feelings just fucking bloom) and coming to terms with that with myself and ruthlessly working to destroy those feelings (while also feeling like I couldn’t confide in anyone/talk about it openly out of shame) was fucking brutal in every sense of the word

looking at you 2018-2019 situationship where I heard [redacted]’s voice before I saw him and fell hard at first sight hearing; discovered later he was Not A Good Idea™️🙃 after he came on way too strong and raised all the yellow-reddish flags, but maintained what turned into a close friendship (that everyone else thought was more than) to see where it went organically but because our heartspace/heartpaces were different had to watch him fall in love with someone else that people said was a clone of me… maybe this fic was closer to home that i thought 😭

i avoided certain songs foods fuck even places and movies for the longest time because i had to take time to untangle it emotionally from the other and heal from the scars of ripping it away from myself…BUT IT IS POSSIBLE DEAR READER 🫂🫂🫂 (i will give reader a happy ending in the multiverse of my mind lol)

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I would like to give both reader and evergreeny a huge-ass hug and a long uninterrupted walk together through the cherry blossom colonnades/around the reservoir in central park in springtime to pep talk and decompress and process 🌿🫂💚🌸

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so that lil bit between the lines was my original comment but then ofc the beauty of fandom and tumblr is the interactions and community and had to add some thoughts after the ever lovely @evergreenfields reached out and messaged me and basically was like i love that my fic killed you but ALSO ARE YOU OKAY lol

I hope this isn't taken the wrong way but as I told greeny, In Another Life holds a special position in my mind palace halls with a couple of stories/movies that I have vowed 'Once Was Enough, Never Reading/Watching Again' because of how heartrending/devastating it was, how it will haunt me for awhile, and because it helped to purge some incredibly strong feelings in a surprisingly healing and draining (good) way - truly, a cathartic work of art

(I re-read it again tho just for you greeny 💚)

I love happy endings but i am just as much a sucker for standalone powerful tragic stories when told right (and FUCK WAS THIS DONE WELL) because as the late, the great Tony Stark once said, "a part of the journey is the end" and also cos hindsight is 20/20 (are these quotes corny? yes. do I love them? yes.)

One of the reasons this story hit me so much in the feels for me is that I was reminded not just of IRL heartbreak and defeat, but IRL healing and victory afterwards - slowly, surely, to a degree that really eclipsed the heartbreak in a really spontaneous, beautiful, unexpected, and eucatastrophic way (shoutout to my IRL beloveds) - the wisdom and perspective I have now, I would not have earned without having gone through what I went through - truly, something money cannot buy. Healing is possible and can happen even long after wounds have scarred over <3 (also tbh the alchemical powers of writing/fanfic when an author's work meets the reader and the various lifelens by which they absorb the fic - the result just creates emotional IRL magic and fireworks basically)

I will end my rambles with two quotes this fic reminded me of:

“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.” - Ernest Hemingway

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” - C.S. Lewis

(yes the narnia dude, I fucking love narnia sue me ok)

In Another Life

Hurt, no comfort, angst, I’m ready to break my own heart.

Your flatmate is dating Soap and he’s everything you want.

Pairing: Soap x your female flatmate, one sided female reader x Soap, Captain Price x reader.

CW: MDNI! low self esteem, character death (spoiler, not explicit), catcalling, voyeurism, masturbation, PIV sex.

A/n: I hella projected lol. Reader is broken.

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Soap is dating your flatmate.

Most men that your flatmate brought home were wet wipes, but this guy was some kind of special forces. His eyes were electric blue and he had the thickest eyelashes, he went by Johnny but he also went by Soap, you never learned why. You had to mentally pinch yourself while staring at him, he was everything you wanted in a partner. You hated the creamy mess in your underwear when you were in his company.

He was muscled and shaped like an upside down triangle, you had to look away when he would pop out from their room in the night. Muttering “sorry ‘scuse me” as you squeeze past the narrow corridor, ignoring the rumble of his “no no, I’m taking up all the room, lass.”

You caught his thighs and bulge in his compression shorts when he left for a run in the morning. Later, your flatmate traipsed into the kitchen muttering “I can hardly walk after last night, let alone run!”

You laugh and slap her arm playfully as you leave the room. You’re an expert at that now. That’s not to say you were never happy for her, but your phone was currently not blowing up with your latest dating app matches.

——

On the off chance Soap arrived when you were coming out of the shower, he only ever looked at your eyes and quickly got out of your way. He only had eyes for your flatmate. You got to your room and stood in front of the mirror and wondered what your flatmate and other women had that you didn’t.

——

Soap was full of energy, ready for a laugh but very protective. You would listen from your room when he dropped her off late at night after a raucous night out on the town.

“Call me tomorrow, alright?” His voice is muffled.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Just call me when you wake up. You look like you need a lie in tomorrow. I’ll bring you breakfast.”

Tomorrow morning comes and Soap is early with a bag of food from a brunch spot nearby, he even brought you a coffee too. You thank him too much, maybe it wasn’t the coffee you were thanking him for.

——

Your flatmate and Soap came home late one night absolutely drunk out of their minds, they wobbled through the front door trying to dance to a song playing on his phone. They see you and it’s like they have heart eyes.

“Y/n, it’s y/n, THE GOAT!” Your roommate yells.

“The GOAT!” Soap hollers.

They both flop into the sofa either side of you. They’re too drunk to notice your teary eyes. You pushed the soggy tissue into your sleeve.

A dance tune starts up and before you can even recognise it, Soap bounces up with hands held out towards you both.

Your roommate grabs one hand.

You’re next.

You take Soap’s hand and you arc off the sofa, he’s strong.

You’re pressed up against his side. He’s hard, large and warm, you try not to enjoy the bodily contact as you all boogie to the song. You start to smile until you remember he isn’t yours.

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“It’s only 2 days but I’m so excited,” she talks about her friend’s wedding in the south of France, “I’m wearing this dress” she flicks through her phone gallery “and Johnny is going to wear a kilt!” Muscled calves, big smile and rugged hands clasped at his front, Johnny looked like a million bucks.

“I love it, you’ll match!” You managed to squeeze out. You imagine the memories they’ll make and photos they’ll take. That night you have a 2nd date, you are excited by the fact he has asked you out again. It filled you with something resembling happiness.

You are meant to meet at a station out of town but you couldn’t find him at the small station and the path towards the car park was unlit and dodgy. When your date found you, he was annoyed that he had to pay for parking. He kept throwing red flags at you.

But still you slept with him because you wanted to feel touched and desired. You regretted it and then you had to take the train home later that night because he “had an early start to work tomorrow.” You wrapped your jacket around yourself to keep out some of the cold, trying not to be annoyed that he didn’t even attempt to make you orgasm or show any aftercare. You delete his number from your phone.

Later that weekend, the duo arrived home.

“We bought you back some chocolate!” Your flatmate says, Johnny swings his bag off his back, he passes it to you with 2 hands like it's a bar of gold. It could have been, with the way you looked at it.

“Aww guys you didn’t have to.” Your mouth is dry.

“Johnny found it, I didn’t know you were a sea salt and caramel fan!”

You put the chocolate in a drawer because you didn’t want to get used to tastes you couldn’t indulge in.

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“He’s a prick, forget about him.” Your flatmate says pointedly about a new guy you were dating.

“Oi who’s a prick?” Soap walks into the kitchen, taking your flatmate’s waist in his hand.

“No one-” you turn away.

“A fuck boy that y/n isn’t seeing any more.” Your flat mate sounds proud by what wasn’t her decision.

“He isn’t a fuck boy.” You know you’ll regret clarifying the point, “we didn’t fuck, so he’s not. He’s just a prick.” You and the conversation. Soap whistles.

Later that night when you’re washing the dishes, Soap approaches you.

“Listen, forget about that guy,” he says low, you’d follow that voice anywhere.

“Thanks.” You squeak quietly.

“You will find what you're looking for, keep pushing and you’ll look back on this shite with a smile, maybe a misty eye, ey?” He bends forward to catch your eyes as you were trying to avoid them.

He smiles, you smile. He leaves, you remain.

The suds disappear and you turn off the tap, left in silence.

That night, they have muted sex, you hear their attempts at muffling moans and stifling strained grunts. You hear the bed frame squeak on the last hardest thrusts, then silence for a while. You imagine they feel warm, tingly and flushed, chests heaving. Eventually you hear footsteps come and go from the bathroom, the toilet flush going and the door shuts again. You wait for your heart rate to stabilise and your heart ache to subside.

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“We’re going to the pub, wanna join us? Johnny’s friends are going to be there.” Your flatmate asks you.

You wonder if they’re as hot, funny and protective. You tell yourself you’re just going along for a chat, but part of you hopes it leads to something more; you put the hopeless in hopeless romantic. Put yourself out there, that’s what everyone says.

You wear a nice outfit that makes you feel pretty, your confidence isn’t abundant but you’re feeling yourself.

You arrive at the pub, you meet them, you chat, you drink, you leave.

Nothing about the evening was bad, his team were really nice, all huge and charming in their own ways. Their Captain was a greyhound with an intense gaze that seemed to follow you. Gaz’s girlfriend arrived and you thought you heard some rumblings about Ghost being pushed to date.

The Captain was receptive to you, leaning in to listen, you thought you saw him glance at your lips and legs. He helped you off the tall stool you were sitting on, taking you by your waist to help you down. You know not to push, men hated when women pushed. Well, they hated when you pushed. And you didn’t want to make anything awkward between you and your flatmate. So you left without asking for his phone number or a date, but he hugged you tightly and held your gaze for longer than you thought usual.

When all three of you got home, your flatmate shouted at the top of her lungs “you and the Captain huh?! Practically undressing each other with your eyes!” You laugh and immediately feel your ears going red. You were stoked that someone else noticed because you thought it was all in your head, as it usually was.

You didn’t notice Soap put a hand out to stop her.

“Babe. Babe-” he says “don’t go there.”

Your heart tightens. Your flatmate puts her hands on her hips, confused and a little offended as if to say ‘I know what I saw.’

“It ain’t like that, the Captain is… Price is… Look, he’s married to the job.” Brows knitted, the jovial spirit replaced with seriousness, “we don’t sit around and talk about it but he ain’t the type to mess around.”

You play it off “we were just talking, it’s not a big deal.”

It hurts when Soap says “good, because he’s a lifer.”

You close the door to your bedroom and mull Soap’s words in your tormented mind. The fuzziness you felt replaced by emptiness.

Part of you willed it to be wrong, that you were the woman to pull the Captain out of his self fulfilling and self imposed prophecy. You almost laughed at your audacity.

“I can’t even get a text back, why would he be interested?” You stare at the ceiling, the alcohol left your system and the room was uncomfortably still.

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“You like tha’, lass?” you hear Soap rasp, you’re not sure if he’s taking her from behind or if he’s on top of her. The faint slaps, skin on skin, indicate it’s either doggy or the standing position your flatmate had once whispered about. The loud moans indicate it’s good.

You don’t breathe. You just listen.

“Oh god, Johnny please!” Your flatmate whines, the force of his thrusts evident in her stuttering voice.

You close your eyes and see yourself with Soap under you, knees folded under his bulging arms, hips pistoning into you with ferocious need. You argue with yourself but then you quickly surrender and slip your hand into your knickers. You draw tight circles on your clit while your eyes burn with tears unfallen. Undiluted shame and need fills you. You breathe sharply through your nose and then hold your breath, staying as quiet as possible. Both of your hearts raced, thumping against your ribs.

“Tha’s it,” you hear his muffled voice grunt. You imagine his massive hand grasping your breast, your hand follows. Their bed frame groans but yours is silent. Your flatmate’s voice gets higher in pitch and she comes loudly, he grunts, swears, the mattress squeaks. You push two fingers into yourself and quickly find your spongy spot, electricity rolls through you.

You come undone shakily and silently, tears springing immediately from your eyes as you ride the wave of your orgasm. Your hand clasps across your mouth as you try to stem the noise of your sobs. You feel disgusted and disgusting. You wipe your eyes with your sleeves. You check your phone, no text from him. You manage to fall into a restless sleep.

——

One night, you and your flatmate encountered an asshole at the station.

“Nice bit of skirt, that.” He leers at your flatmate.

“Fuck off, you prick!” You shout back without breaking stride, not caring he was bigger than you. This confidence was new to you. Or was it anger?

When you arrived at the music venue, your flatmate told Soap what happened, you couldn’t hear them as the music was loud and you were at the bar. You could see the look of concern and regret on his face. He stormed over to you and he pulled you into a bear hug.

“Thanks for taking care of her,” he says to your temple. He releases you but keeps his arm around your shoulder as you wait at the bar, his weight is comforting and protective. He then helps you carry the drinks over.

He adds “I’m sorry Gaz and Cap couldn’t make it, paperwork.” You’d heard that one before but this time you gave yourself the benefit of believing it.

During the gig was a slow acoustic song that hit a little too close to home so you snuck out to the toilet to wait it out.

But you could still hear the music as you leaned against the stall and picked at your nails, doing breathing exercises you’d read about, through your tears.

——

You began to feel like the only man in your life. You even treated yourself to a massage because the touch deprivation reached a fever pitch.

You scroll through the website trying to find an available masseuse. Their headshots were small but you were on the lookout for a man with a thick neck and prominent traps, you knew the silhouette you were looking for. Your masseuse didn’t have a Mohawk but he was close enough that when you closed your eyes, his hands, his pressure and weight became Johnny’s.

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You were invited again to a party with the squad, moods were good but there were hints of them being away for an extended mission. While you heeded what Soap said about Price, you wanted to know it from the horse's mouth. You bantered with the Captain, and he bantered back, at first. It turned to flirting and you playfully slapped his bicep, joking that you could drink him under the table, knowing well enough that you couldn’t. You ignored the looks from Gaz and Ghost - it’s like they knew something you didn’t. And they did.

You found yourself outside with Price. He’d asked only you to come outside, you felt giddy at the prospect of him wanting to be alone with you. He was smoking a cigar, you stared at the lit end, hoping it revealed some kind of secret you could finally be privy to.

It was cold outside, bitterly cold.

“You’re a lovely girl, y/n, you’re, smart, pretty, ballsy,” he says, almost to himself. You’re immediately familiar with the tone. What came next would hurt. Your breathing quickens and there’s a pit in your stomach.

“I’m not in a place where I can give you what you want, what you deserve, darlin’.”

The alcohol seemed to dissipate from your system. Rejection was one hell of a way to sober up. You look down at your shoes and chew your lip to stop it from trembling.

You knew better than to beg, to make compromises, to ask for a chance. Nothing would convince him. Maybe another woman could. But not me. So you turned to humour because it was safer than being vulnerable.

With wet eyes and a wobbly voice that you couldn’t hide, you say “so you think I’m pretty?”

He hits you with a look that you’ll never forget.

“In another life-“ he quietly began.

You cut him off, agreeing, “in another life.”

You both went indoors and you summoned a smile from the deepest recesses of your being. You left early that night.

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It was with bated breath that you left your room ready for your date. You were in a beautiful outfit that did wonders for your confidence. You spun around a few times in the mirror.

Johnny was at the foot of the stairs and he looked at you with his big blue eyes, you’re sure you saw his pupils grow. Your phone buzzed but you ignored it because you enjoyed being under his gaze.

“Look at you! He’s a lucky lad!”

“Wait, let me see!” Your flatmate's voice came from the kitchen.

Your phone buzzed again. You pull it out to see a stream of texts from your date.

“Oh you look gorgeous, girl!” You barely hear your flatmate. Blood rushes to your ears.

You read out the text message.

“Sorry can’t make it, hungover lol.” You sound distant, as if it wasn’t related to you.

“Fucking prick.” Soap says with no hesitation.

“Y/n…. Babe.” Your flatmate pulls you into a hug but you’re limp and embarrassed.

“Fuck it, I’m going out anyway!” You exclaim, pretending to be okay you practically rush out of the door.

The door shuts behind you. You want to cry but you squeeze your eyes shut and start to walk towards the station. You don’t last long, your vision is wet and nose runny. You end up at a riverside cafe, watching the world go by without you. What a shitty year, you tell yourself.

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You hear a hushed conversation a week before Soap is due to leave for a few weeks. You kept your headphones on and nodded at them when you walked past, giving them privacy.

You wish you could be in someone’s inner circle, but instead you were grateful you could float around theirs. You put a mental reminder in to take your flatmate to dinner while Soap was away and to keep her from watching the news.

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“Turn it down!” You yell at your flatmate while you go to answer the door, the radio is on blast while you both cook.

Through the peephole you see the unmistakable beard of Captain Price.

“Oh John, hi!” You can’t hide that you’re happy to see him. But then you notice his grave expression.

“Hi love, sorry to come by unannounced,” he’s standing straighter and his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Is your flatmate around?”

“Yeh, come in.” Your stomach drops. You didn’t need to call out, your flatmate is already by the door.

“No,” she recognises the look.

“I’m so sorry, love.” Price says quietly.

“Oh god no!” She cries out and sobs, her entire body shakes.

You put your arms around her but your eyes are on Price, wet and unflinching, waiting for the confirmation of the news.

His blue eyes are overcast and tired, he nods and looks down.

“We’ll have to take you onto base if you wish to go through matters,” Price says quietly. You helped your flatmate get her coat on, understanding that you couldn’t go with her.

Price dropped her home later that night, you plated up some food for her but she couldn’t eat. You hugged each other on the sofa until one of you fell asleep first.

It felt like Soap would be bursting through the door with his infectious energy at any moment, but the silence was deafening.

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You weren’t invited to the funeral as it was behind closed doors. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, you went from crying to intense panic attacks to bouts of guilt. You missed him, you missed his presence. You thought about the way his eyes would light up when you suggested shots at the pub, how he’d walked you both home and how safe you felt. Sure he wasn’t holding your hand but for a moment, you felt wanted, taken care of and significant. You felt terrible for mourning someone else’s partner so deeply and intimately.

Price came by a few times in the next few months, sometimes you were home, sometimes you weren’t. When your flatmate finally came out of her room, her eyes red and complexion weak, she would walk around the house like an apparition.

“I can’t do this without him!” She would plead, “I miss him so much.” You rubbed her back, silently wiping your tears, telling her you were sorry, over and over.

“John came by today, he sends his best.” She says.

“Bless him,” you say quietly, trying not to read too much into it, because all the meaning you longed for wouldn’t come.

“You never told me what happened with you both that night.” She asks, brows knitted in concern for you while her heart was shattered.

“Soap was right about him.” You said, “and that’s okay.” You breathed, hoping the more you said it the more you would believe it.

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‘What cannot be said will be wept’ you read the quote over and over, you’d seen it online and it immediately brought Price into your mind.

His visits became less frequent, but he came by again to check in with your flatmate. He looked like he was carrying the world on his shoulders and you wanted nothing more than to pull him into an embrace and comfort him.

“Come in, she just got in the shower, want a tea while you wait?”

It had been 6 months since the news.

“How are you holding up?” Price asked.

“M’okay, trying to be there for her as best I can.”

“I know it isn’t easy for you either.” He said, “you’re doing good by her, you’re a good friend.”

Guilt and shame rushes through your system, you didn’t feel like a good friend.

“He was so good to her-” you start to sob, hands across your mouth, willing it to stay inside so you never have to confront how you really felt about him.

You’re surprised to be suddenly in his embrace. John consumes you, you’re completely surrounded by him. You grip his jacket, afraid to let go. His right hand rubbed your shoulder blades and his left hand held onto your waist tightly.

“I’m sorry love,” he whispered, “and I’m sorry I wasn’t good to you.”

“You don’t have to apologise for anything John, you haven’t done anything wrong.” You sounded throaty.

“I made you believe in something I couldn’t give you.” His voice is quiet, you feel it against his chest.

“In another life,” you manage to sob his phrase back to him, he can feel you inhaling hard, trying to catch your breath.

“Another life.” He says back, kissing your head.

“Take care of yourself, John” you say with a ragged voice looking straight into his eyes. You grab your bag and push past him out of the door. You can still see his sad eyes in your mind.

Immediately you regret leaving while he was still available and present. But then you think if he wanted to say more he’d have done so. Life is choices, he made his choice. And I wasn’t one of them. Your legs take you away from him, into the bitter cold.

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mesantis · 1 year ago

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obligatory i remembered my tumblr login post

most of the time i come back here because the notifications i get from this app is kinda interesting or to find more cod art/fans but this time i came back because i was randomly clicking on old bookmarks on an old computer//gmail account of mine and I'd found a bunch of old artist's commission info that I'd saved as a kid and a lot of them were deleted. Naturally i went exploring to find out why and learned about AK-TASTIC and ooooo boy.

the allegations against this person run deep. I don't want to dig up any old dirt I just found it interesting idk. I have no idea why I saved this person's commission info like not even because of all the crap they've done but just bc their art seems kinda mid in general. But turns out they were an animator on youtube and from the videos i watched they did quite a few with an animator i'm very fond of so I think that's why i liked them. which is weird for me but whatever. So yea that's all. Normally I ramble on toyhouse but Idk I got here first.

Oh also i've been running into a lot of tumblr threads//subposts on funny interesting topics and it makes me so sad that i can never seem to find them on my explore or homepage. I don't know how to curate my algorithm to get those silly posts more often and upon searching for them nothing good really pops up for me.

that's all. I was going to post art here but like i already typed this really long post so I will spare you guys (i say into the crowdless audience.) I might come back here more often lol this seems like a great place to just rant about absolutely nothing.

#ramblings #my nonsense

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sciencestyled · 1 year ago

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Hydrating Your Fins and Feels: A Splashy Tale of Water from Thin Air!

Ahoy, wave riders and cloud surfers! So, we’ve just surfaced from the depths of a mesmerizing narrative spun by none other than our favorite fin-tastic friend, Ariel. And darlings, if you think you know water, prepare to be as shook as a seashell in a tidal wave.

When our beloved mermaid isn’t combing her iconic locks with a dinglehopper, she’s navigating the mysteries of...wait for it...making water out of thin air. It’s not sorcery, it’s science - with a sprinkle of mer-magic, of course!

We bet you’re more hooked than Captain Hook on a good piracy day. Who wouldn’t be? We are talking about delving (not diving, mind you) into the spellbinding world where the air we flutter through becomes the water we... well, we don’t exactly swim in it, but you catch our drift!

Now, don’t flip your fins just yet. The enchanting narrative that we were so graciously graced with, unravels a tapestry of knowledge as whimsical as Ariel’s underwater castle yet as concrete as Eric’s terrestrial abode. Atmospheric Water Generators, or AWGs if you’re into the whole brevity thing, are the wizards behind the curtain, or shall we say, the Tritons behind the tides.

“Alright, alright, but what’s in it for me?” we hear you echo through the seven seas and across the starry skies. Well, darling, if the prospect of harnessing the hidden droplets of the sky and turning them into your own personal oasis doesn’t make your heart flutter like Ariel’s fins during her first glimpse of Eric, then perhaps the dance of technology and nature, intertwining like the seaweed in the ocean’s gentle embrace, will.

We plunged (again, not dived – we’re respectful like that) into the atmospheric ballet where passive systems and active systems pirouette in a performance that would make the Nutcracker seem as mundane as a seaweed salad on a Tuesday afternoon. It’s a silent dance of air transforming into liquid grace, a spectacle of transformation as mesmerizing as Ariel’s own metamorphosis.

And who needs a crystal ball when you have the golden kiss of sunlight adding a dash of eco-friendly elegance to the mix? Solar-powered AWGs are like the sunbeams that dance on the ocean’s surface – a dance of light, energy, and sheer poetry.

Yet, let’s not swim past the seaweed of challenges without a glance. Every treasure chest has its lock, and every magical spell, its price. But fear not, for in the world where mermaids and humans unite, where sea meets sky, and science kisses magic – every challenge is but a stepping stone to wonders untold.

So, dear sea- and sky-farers, we present to you a narrative spun with the magic of the seas and the mystery of the skies. A tale where every droplet of water is a gem of untold stories, where the air we breathe holds the elixir of life, and where a mermaid’s musings usher us into a world where fantasy and reality are separated by nothing more than a fleeting wisp of cloud.

Prepare to be swept away in a tidal wave of revelation, where the boundaries between the mystical depths of the ocean and the enigmatic heights of the skies blur into a symphony of discovery as limitless as the horizons Ariel so dreamily gazes upon.

Triton’s trident couldn’t have conjured a tale more magical, and darling, we’re more than here for it – we’re absolutely, undeniably, and irreversibly submerged! (Not dived, remember? Wink.)

Now, paddle over to the enchanting scrolls of Ariel’s discoveries - and remember, it’s a world where forks are combs, air is water, and every page turned is a bubble of magic popped in the endless ocean of the unknown!

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lovelypol · 2 years ago

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Fur-tastic Findings: Exploring the Booming Pet Care Market in India

Hey there, Tumblr fam! 🐾 Today, let's dive into a topic that will warm your heart and put a big smile on your face—India's flourishing pet care market! 🌟 It's time to unleash the cuteness and explore the paw-some world of pet parenting in our vibrant nation. 🇮🇳✨

From wagging tails to gentle purrs, pets have become cherished members of countless households across India. And with this growing bond comes an ever-expanding industry dedicated to their health, happiness, and overall well-being. 😺🐶

Picture this: cozy pet boutiques filled with adorable accessories, top-notch grooming salons with talented stylists, and pet-friendly cafes where furry friends can socialize. The pet care market in India has evolved into an absolute paradise for our four-legged companions, and we couldn't be more thrilled! 🏰🎀

One of the most significant trends in recent years is the increasing awareness of pet nutrition and holistic well-being. Pet parents are becoming more conscious of the food they provide for their furry pals, opting for premium and organic options. From grain-free kibble to customized meal plans, pet food companies are working tirelessly to cater to every pup's or kitty's specific needs. 🥩🌿

But wait, there's more! 🐾 The healthcare aspect of the pet care market has also witnessed remarkable advancements. Veterinary clinics equipped with state-of-the-art technology and compassionate professionals are popping up all over the country. Regular check-ups, preventive care, and specialized treatments have become the norm, ensuring our beloved companions live long and healthy lives. 💉👩‍⚕️

And let's not forget about the incredible strides made in the world of pet fashion and accessories! 🎩👗 From dapper bow ties and chic bandanas to cozy beds and stylish leashes, our pets can now strut their stuff with the utmost flair. Fashion-forward pet parents are spoiling their fur babies with an array of trendy options that allow them to express their unique personalities. Talk about a fashion revolution! 💅💃

The rise of social media has played a significant role in this pet care revolution too. Platforms like Instagram and Facebook have given pet influencers a platform to share their adorable antics and promote products and services. This virtual pet-loving community has further accelerated the growth of the industry, inspiring creativity and innovation at every turn. 📸🌟

So, whether you're a devoted pet parent, an aspiring pet influencer, or just an animal lover, India's pet care market has something for everyone! Let's celebrate the joy, love, and incredible bond we share with our furry companions. Remember, every tail wag and purr is a reminder of the unbreakable connection between humans and animals. 🌈❤️

Keep spreading the paw-sitivity, Tumblr fam! 🐾✨ #PetCareRevolution #IndiaPawsome

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thefvrious · 6 months ago

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Jody practically melted when Quile got closer, slipping into the natural action of putting her arms around Jody and resting against her, calling her babydoll. Jody had to bite down on her bottom lip to stop from making some embarrassing, gleeful noise. She was practically trembling in the other woman’s embrace. “I would spoil you every day. What a good trad-wife I’d be.” She laughed, cheeks glowing red. There was, and would be, hardly anything traditional about the relationship between these two women.

“A job and a hobby, and isn’t that just fan-freaking-tastic?” Jody asked, eyes sparkling and face split in two with a joyful grin, she was breathless with her happiness. Clearly, both young women were on the same page, and Jody couldn’t help but giggle again, shaking her head as the cliches about lesbians popped into her head like text notifications. “I think our flowers will look beautiful together! We’ll have to get some preserved.” She bounced a brow and bit down on her bottom lip. “An angel? Pft.” She scoffed, shaking her head. “Hardly.”

Jody sipped her drink and twirled her hair, her head tilted curiously as she listened very intently to every word that spilled out of Quile’s mouth so passionately about ice cream. It made her smile, and she swayed a little on her feet before responding with, “There’s an ice cream museum?” Her brows furrowed in the middle, like asking the question for her. “At least now I know the way to your heart.” Jody offered the other woman another playful little smile before indulging herself in another sip from her cup. “Um... hard to explain. The best I can do is futuristic necromancing lesbians. Does that pique your interest at all?” She blinked quickly with the question before responding with a quick nod. “Yes! I have all of them, actually, and you’re more than welcome to borrow the first one. I understand if it’s not your vibe.”

Jody gasped then dissolved into a fit of laughter, trying her absolute best to not spill her drink on herself or snort from the force of it. “Oh, my God.” She shook her head, her green eyes positively glittering with delight. “I did, indeed, do gymnastics as a young girl, and a teenager. I stopped toward the end of high school, but I probably still have some tricks if you want to see?” Jody crinkled her nose with her smile. “Hockey? I’ve never even seen one single hockey game in my life.” She confessed, and it felt like she was confessing it to herself, too, a realization she’d never made because she never thought about hockey before. “What do you prefer to write about?” She inquired. It felt like there was so much being said about herself, she wanted to take the chance to learn more about Quile, too. “Um... no, they’re so cute? And, like, super intelligent.” Jody drew out the ‘u’ in super for about five syllables. “What do you have against rats?” She was trying, and failing, not to pout about it, though she understood that many people didn’t like rats for one reason or another, mostly not giving them a chance at all. “To answer your question, yes, I did know you can get their oil glands removed, but that’s not very nice! I mean, it’s okay if you keep them as a pet, but what if it gets out and now it can’t defend itself?” She was clearly conflicted on the matter. “You don’t like spiders either?” Go ahead and break her heart.

Quile couldn't help herself, slipping her arms around Jody's waist and resting her chin on her shoulder. "You are a good girl, aren't you, Babydoll?" She kissed her date's temple and watched her make the mocktail. "You're so good at this. I might need you to spoil me after every date." Her hands playfully squeezed her waist before she pulled away, another kiss to Jody's cheek before she pulled away.

As she'd been holding her, she noticed all of the taxidermic creatures watching them. "Are these little friends a job, hobby, or kink?" Qui looked up at them with a smile, as she processed what Jody was saying. "Do you think our flowers will look cute together, y'know for our wedding that I'm clearly planning on date one?" She winked, easing the tension as she reached for the drink and hummed with delight, "Oh my god, you're an angel."

"I don't have a favorite flavor of ice cream. I've never met a flavor or even a type of ice cream that I didn't like. Scooped in a bowl, sundaes, klondike bars, sandwiches, heck even cake! If you weren't opposed to it then I'd take my favorite museum just to appreciate it even more... but this is weird isn't it. I'm a workaholic. Ice cream is a joy I can get short, sweet, and just about anywhere." Qui hadn't meant to talk a mile a minute, but she was. Luckily, Jody was soon answering the new questions and she could let the blush on her cheeks fade behind the mocktail's cup. "I haven't read it. What's it about? Do you have the first one because I'll totally start reading it just to pepper you with more questions."

"You're a lean little thing, did you use to do gymnastics or am I just being a perv and picturing you in a leotard?" Giggling she took another sip and answered, "I love hockey, but that's mostly because I had to cover it when I started out. They wanted to draw in female fans. I don't think I was the right choice, but I learned to love the sport." Taking another sip of her drink, she tried to think of a nice way to approach the terrifying choice of rats. "Is the love of rats a science lab thing? I don't think I can do rats for pets but I mean snakes or raccoons, did you know you can even have skunks destanked? Of all the worldly crawlers of the wild, you had to pick the spider equivalent of a mammal? This may be your first red flag, Jody."

#she’s perfect I love her #and I can’t help but match length sometimes I hope it’s okay!#jody berlin~ thread #jody x quile #writermuses

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lokifantasies · 3 years ago

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Father and Daughter PART 2

Jade and Loki talk.

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"Don't at me," Jade orders sadly as the Tumblr notification pops up on her phone – letting her know that her father is still desperately trying to get her to let him in.

"I'm sorry," Loki says – looking at the picture of his gorgeous daughter. "I just...I wish you'd let me in so I can look you in the eyes."

Jade scoffs. "Why? So you can see my heart crack even more? Wanna watch the tears you cause glisten in my eyes before they fall?"

Loki gives himself a fond smile. "Do you have any idea how absolutely petrified I was when your mother told me she was actually pregnant with you?" Jade remains quiet – wanting to try to believe in what the God of Mischief is telling her. "When I first saw you – the first ultrasound – I cried in the doctor's office – without caring who saw – my pride was in the small being on the screen. You were merely the size of a peanut, but I already loved you more than I've ever loved anything in my long life. To be honest, I secretly wished you would've been a son – I knew that if you were a daughter – I'd never stop worrying. I knew I'd mess up like this, and I still did it. The moment I held you in my arms for the very first time, I swore to every God and Fate to do anything it took to protect you from harm – to keep your heart whole and happy – your view of the world untarnished and pure."

"Great job on that," Jade tearfully scoffs – wiping her tears with the sleeve of her hoodie. "Really...fan-fucking-tastic."

Loki's head falls back to the door – making a small thumping sound. "You're growing up too fast, and I don't know how to deal with it," he finally confesses. "I know I can't stop you from becoming an adult. You'll be driving in a few months – going off to college in a couple of years..."

"Can we get to the part where you lie to me?" Jade asks impatiently – wanting to get this over with so she can be alone.

Loki sighs. "I need you to know how much I love you, Jade," he repeats through the door. "You're my first-born daughter and my best friend." Jade keeps quiet – signaling Loki to keep going. "When Evan attacked you that night...I began wondering and panicking over the what-ifs...What if you hadn't trusted me enough to call for me? What if he had forced you into something? What if he ended up getting his way with you?"

"The what-ifs don't matter," Jade argues softly. "He didn't."

"I know," Loki clears his throat. "But my mind wandered even further. What if he had forced himself on you – stealing your virginity away?"

Jade chuckles in annoyance. "Then I'd hope you would've actually murdered him!" she exclaims. "Get to the point already."

Loki closes his eyes – wishing he didn't have to do this, but he knows he has to. "If he had, then you would've realized that I lied to you when I told you the spell I used on your mother...also applies to you." Jade scoffs and leans her head against the door – reaching her hand up and unlocking the door. Loki hears the door unlock, and he stands up to slowly turn the nob – to his joy, the door opens, and Jade is sitting on her bed with her legs crossed – her stuffed giraffe hugged tightly. Slowly, Loki makes his way to the bed, sitting on the edge and looking down to the floor – the sight of her tears hurting too much. "I'm sorry, my love," he apologizes again. "I tried to stop you from growing up...I know it was wrong. I'm not going to ask for your forgiveness again, but please understand how terrifying it is to watch you grow up, become an independent adult, and move on with your life...never needing me anymore."

Tears fall from Jade's blue eyes as her father talks – hating herself right now more than anyone else. To Loki's surprise, Jade throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly – sobbing into his long hair. Feeling relieved yet heartbroken over hearing Jade cry, Loki wraps his arms around her torso and gently rubs her back – not saying anything as she breaks completely.

"I'm so sorry," Loki whispers once more as he kisses Jade's head.

"Thank you," Jade finally manages to say through her shaky breaths.

Loki raises an eyebrow. "For what?"

"Lying," Jade says – pulling back from the embrace to look at her father. Loki's confused expression results in her explaining herself. "I believed you," Jade starts, "if I hadn't believed you...I would've hated myself."

Loki wraps her back in his arms, and Jade lets him. "My love, you are by far the most indecisive person I've ever known," he chuckles.

"No, dad," Jade corrects. "I'm angry that you lied to me, but I'm grateful for the lie. Can I tell you a secret?"

Loki smiles and lets go of Jade. "You can always tell me a secret."

"Just between us?"

"Pinky-swear," Loki promises, holding out his pinky and waiting for Jade to hook hers.

"If I hadn't believed you, then I would hate myself because I almost had sex with Evan the night before he tried to...you know," Jade confesses – her dad's eyes widening. "I wanted to...so bad, but he refused to wear a condom, and I kept thinking about what you said, so I made up an excuse to leave." Loki lips curve into a smile. "Now, after what he did, or tried to do...I know he wasn't the one to give my hetero-virginity to."

Loki smiles proudly and holds his daughter once more. "Has anyone ever told you how smart you are?"

"I'm sorry, dad," Jade apologizes – her tone turning sorrowful.

Loki smiles warmly and continues to rub her back. "You're forgiven, my love bug."

"No," Jade cries onto his shoulder. "I said such horrible things to you – about you – don't forgive me."

"Too bad," Loki says softly. "We were both in the wrong," he admits. "I should've never lied to you, and I swear from here on out to be completely and totally open and honest with you...about anything."

Jade takes a deep breath in – trying to calm her breathing and trust her father. "But, dad...if you hadn't lied to me about that..."

"I know, sweetheart," Loki interrupts. "Perhaps...perhaps the Fates influenced the decision I made when I spoke that lie – knowing it was going to protect you in the end from making a huge mistake. Jade, I never would have lied to you for the sake of hurting you."

Jade tightens her grip around her father – wishing she could hold on forever. "I ate the apple," she confesses. Loki pulls back and holds Jade's face in his hands – trying and failing to hide the teary smile of happiness. "So, as afraid as you are of me growing up – getting older – whatever...you can forget that now – because I'll literally always be your little girl." Once again, Loki pulls the fifteen-year-old into his arms. "I love you, daddy."

"Oh, my perfect Jade," Loki sniffs. "I love you – and always will – more than you can ever know. You, my love, are the source of my joy and the center of my universe. Because of you, I know what unconditional love truly is. Please believe me when I say that I love you right now – for who you are, and I'll love you for who you decide to become in the future. I only hope that you can come to forgive yourself – knowing that I forgive you. All I want is for you to be able to believe in and trust me."

"I do," Jade says – her voice muffled in Loki's hair.

Loki smiles and holds out his hand. A green flash appears and then quickly goes away. "I think you forgot these."

Jade turns to look and chuckles at the box of chicken nuggets she had left in the living room now in her father's hand. "I did," she smiles – taking the box and opening it up – seeing the two barbeque sauces – crying and hugging her dad once more. "Do you maybe wanna share them?"

"I would be honored," Loki agrees – taking a chicken nugget and holding it up – waiting for Jade to follow. "To us...and our unbreakable bond."

Jade giggles and they touch the two nuggets together. "Cheers," she says – the two of them taking a bite and Jade resting her head on her dad's shoulder.

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#loki fanfic #loki fandom #loki family #loki family fluff #loki angst #loki x jade #jade lokisdottir #loki jade fluff #loki laufeyson #teenage jade #loki and jade #mischievous teenager #mischievous life #god of mischief #loki fluff

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Indie Game Spotlight: Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion

Tax season just got extended even more in this Indie Game Spotlight. Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion is a game about a rowdy turnip who, well, commits tax evasion. Mayor Onion evicts you from your greenhouse and forces you to do odd jobs for him to get it back! He’ll have you exploring the vast farmland, growing a variety of tools to solve plant-tastic puzzles in the depths of worn-down buildings, and challenging massive beasts that stand in your way!

We spoke to Yukon Wainczak, the programmer and pixel artist for the game. His team consists of himself, Jennifer Kindl, who does all the vector artwork and character design, as well as Jordan Kegler, who helps with marketing! They also have James Currier and Ryan Borbone of flowerblvck making the music!

What are the ways we can pay back our debt?

Turnip Boy will have to do a few odd jobs for Mayor Onion to pay back his debt. These include fighting off wild beasts in an old barn so Mayor Onion can renovate it into a town hall, and fending off moldy sweets in an old farmhouse in search for a rare fork! Mayor Onion won’t have a shortage of work for you, and some of these jobs will have Turnip Boy uncovering secrets from the old world. You’ll start to discover that everything isn’t exactly what it seems…

Are there any characters who are inspired by someone in particular?

There are tons of characters inspired by pop-culture references, as well as general tropes. I can’t go too much into this due to some spoilers, but we have a few Jojo references hidden in there, as well as a few other gag characters!

Will this teach us how to adult any better?

Absolutely not, haha! We planned out the story for the game before any of us had any understanding of how taxes work (I’m fresh out of college), so trust me when I say that there is very little reliable information about the tax system in the game!

If any video game character could make a special appearance in your game, who would it be?

Actually, probably Tom Nook! I think it would be a funny dynamic having him offer to build Turnip Boy another house.

Time to pay Mayor Onion back! You can currently pre-order Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion over on itch or wishlist it on Steam.

#Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion #Indie Game Spotlight

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hockey-x-imagines · 3 years ago

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When the Sun goes Down || Jamie Benn Pt 3

A/N: Here’s part 3.. I’ve rewrote this part over and over and I’m still not in loving with it. I’m hoping you like it more than I do. I’m in the process of working on a few shorts and updating the other 2 series. If you have any requests let me know and I’ll start on them immediately. As always feedback back is more than welcome :)

The title is inspired by When the Sun goes Down, by Kenny Chesney & Uncle Kracker.

Warning: Cussing and Drinking.

Paring: Jamie Benn x Reader

P.O.V: Reader

Word Count: 1123

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You spent most of your morning searching for a reasonable reason for the semi panic attack Jamie's hug brought on. The only answer that came to mind was that you overacted, and you needed to get yourself in check. Jamie had the potential to be your best and only friend. Yes, there was a potential for him to be more, but you would cross that bridge when and if the time came. The only sure-fire way to make sure that didn't happen would be to cut him off, and you didn't feel it was fair to either of you to do that. From what little you knew about him, he seemed like a nice guy with a sense of humor to match yours.

Just about the time you had accepted that you'd see what being around Jamie would bring, he texted you.

How's your morning going? Do you have any plans for the rest of the day, or tonight?

Although it was a really simple text, it brought the panic from this morning back. At most his message could've meant he wanted to take you to get food, or simply hangout, but you weren't able to see that. You had to twist it. Why that happened you really didn't know and couldn't understand. You didn't send him anything back, partly to drive Jamie away.

Forgetting all about his message you went on with your day. You did some laundry and cleaned your apartment, that didn't really need cleaning. Knowing you had work later you took a little nap. At that point you were doing just about anything to keep yourself distracted. After your short nap you started to get ready for work. You were changing the song when Jamie's name popped up.

Hey. I hope I didn't say or do anything wrong. I hope you've had a good day.

His message left a frown on your face. He didn't do a single thing wrong. Your problems were the problem. Again, you don't respond. You couldn't find the right words to explain to Jamie what was going on. How could you explain that you were literally losing your shit for absolutely no reason?

Pulling into work you were grateful for the potential distraction. As far as you knew there wasn't a game tonight, so you didn't have to worry about seeing him tonight. The first two hours bent by in the blink of an eye. It seemed like every person in Dallas had come in tonight. As busy as it was you were having a really good night.

"Can I get 5 beers?" A man asked.

"What brand?" You ask without looking up.

"Doesn't matter." You pop the tops off a few Bud Lights. When you had the guy the beers, you realize it's none other than Tyler Seguin. Fan-fucking-tastic. You don't mean to jump to conclusions, but you would bet that one of the bottles was for Jamie. "Thank you." Tyler flashes a smile. There go your hopes for not seeing Jamie.

After Tyler went back to wherever he came from, you decided it was time for a quick break. Stepping out back you gave yourself a quick pep talk. You needed to calm the fuck down, you really didn't want to cut Jamie out of your life. You had no reason to. He hadn't tried to make an unwelcomed move on you. Feeling confident you could handle yourself you walk back into the bar.

"Y/N go help the guy at the end of the bar." Looking up, the confidence you had turned and walked back out the door. Taking a breath, you walked toward Jamie.

"Same round Tyler ordered?" You couldn't bring yourself to look up at him.

"Yes please," he almost sounded defeated.

"Did you need something else?" You felt a sudden urge to get him away from the bar.

"Yea, I need to talk to you." Looking up every feature of his face was pleading. You knew you were being ridiculous, but you couldn't get out of your own way.

"It's not a good time." You say turning around and silently praying he'd leave you alone.

"I can wait." Of course, you wouldn't be that lucky. "I told you this once, but I won't give up."

"You asked me to let you take me out, I did. What more do you want? I'm not the type of girl guys like you go for, whether that's as a hook up or something more." You snapped. You weren't really sure where that burst of emotion came from.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" You didn't need to look at Jamie to know your statement pissed him off. "At this point, I just want to get to know you. I'm not looking for anything else right now."

"Jamie do us both a favor. Leave me alone. I don't want to get attached, and you don't need to waste your time." Your heart didn't want him to leave, but you couldn't stop the words from falling out.

"Let me at least be your friend? That's all I want." The pleading in Jamie's voice hit you directly in the heart. You really don't know him, but you knew he didn't deserve your bullshit. He deserved so much more.

"Fine. Can you go now? I have to get back to work." You knew you wouldn't be able to sort through everything going on with him so close.

"Thank you. Have a good night, please don't talk yourself out of being friends with me." He turned and left the bar, leaving the beers sitting on the bar. It was right then and there you decided to pull your shit together so you could be the person Jamie deserves in his life. You had a feeling someone would come grab the beers, so you just moved them to the side and went back to work.

You had spent the rest of your shift talking yourself in and out of letting yourself get close to Jamie. You knew it wasn't fair to you or Jamie to let your past and fears get in the away of a friendship, possibly more. You had been so wrapped up in your head, you weren't paying attention to your surroundings.

"I know this isn't my place, and I don't want to scare you off or freak you out, but you and Jamie could really use each other." You turned to find Tyler leaning against the bar. Before you could ask what, he meant Tyler continued, "I don't mean you need each other in a romantic way, he could use a positive female in his life. And from what I understand you could use some good friends." With that he turned and walked out the door.

#jamie benn #jamie benn imagine #jamie benn x reader #jamie benn fic #nhl imagine #nhl fic #dallas stars #dallas stars fic #when the sun goes down

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hockey-hoe-24-7 · 4 years ago

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4 times you were a tease + 1 time he didn’t let you get away with it, feat. Frederik Andersen

Warnings: Smut, Edging, Teasing, Light bondage, Dom Freddie, Didn’t really spell check, the end is rushed cause I was over it. So this kind of sucks.

Length: 4.0k

You wouldn’t actually call yourself a tease. It wasn’t, like, a personality trait. But you would admit that you loved teasing your boyfriend.

Starting goalie for the Toronto Maple Leafs, Frederik Andersen was the quintessential strong silent type, known for his calming presence in the net and out of it. The rare moments he did let his temper show, it was a shock to most. As his girlfriend, you had witnessed that temper than most others, but not often. He had confided in you that it had taken him a long time to reign in his anger and you respected that, were proud of him for it.

The place you really wanted him to let go, though, was in the bedroom. You had only been dating for 6 months, sleeping together for 5 and you could tell he was holding back sexually. Whether it be his size or for fear of hurting or scaring you in some way, you weren’t sure. The sex was absolutely amazing...but there was something missing.

You planned on addressing that.

“Babe, are you ready?” Freddie’s voice echoed through the hallways of his apartment to where you stood in his master bathroom, putting the finishing touches on your makeup.

“Yeah, can you come help me for a second?” You called back. You hear his heavy footsteps on the wood floors before he appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, looking fan-fucking-tastic in a navy blue suit. His eyebrows popped when he saw you standing at the mirror in only a black lace bra and a matching thong, hair and makeup done to the nines.

Uncapping a tube of deep red lipstick, you took your time applying it, very aware that he was watching your every move with rapt attention. He had always loved your mouth. After a very drawn out lipstick application, you capped it, set it down on the marble counter, and reached for your dress hanging on the door in a dry cleaner bag.

You made a point of ignoring Freddie as he continued to watch all your movements. You bent over, brushing your hair casually over your shoulder to give him an unobstructed view of your cleavage. You caught him shifting out of the corner of your eye, his arms crossing over his chest and his body leaning against the doorframe.

You slowly pulled the dress up your legs, letting him enjoy the show...and so you wouldn’t tear it because it was a very expensive dress and you happened to really like it.

When you got to your hips, you shimmied a bit and you saw him twitch, as if he only just restrained himself from moving toward you. Once you had the dress over your hips, you raised your head and looked at him innocently.

“Help me with the zipper?” With that, you turned your back on him and waited, subtly watching him in the mirror. His face was serious as he stepped forward and slowly moved to stand behind you, the heat of him flush against the bare skin of your back. Instead of going straight to the zipper of your dress, his hands settled at your bares shoulders and wandered slowly down your spine before cradling your hips. You shuddered and heard his inhale sharply before he pulled you back against his chest and buried his face in your neck, laying a hot open mouthed kiss to your throat. Groaning, your eyes fluttered shut and you let your head fall to the side for him.

When you felt his fingers inch under the waistband of your thong, your eyes snapped open and you stepped out of his grip. Looking over your shoulder, you almost laughed aloud at his surprised expression. “Zipper.” His beautiful face fell into a pout, but he did as instructed, leaving one chaste kiss on your exposed shoulder. With that, you brushed past him and made for the door, not even sparing him a glance as he mumbled something in Danish and skulked after you.

II.

The charity event had been a blast for many reasons. It was always fun to hang out with the other players and their SOs.

You also had ample chance to tease your boyfriend.

Light touches throughout the evening, leaning back against him when talking to other people, pressing your chest flush to his when you needed to pass by him. Like all the other players, he was expected to be social tonight so he couldn’t just drag you to the bathroom and fuck you, but you could tell he was beginning to lose patience.

Unfortunately, before he could take you home and fuck the hell out of you, the two of you were invited out for a teammate’s birthday and ended up staying out until nearly 3:30 am. Both of you had been too exhausted to do much of anything when you got home. You had barely gotten your dress and makeup off before passing out.

Now, the next day, you woke up by yourself, the bed noticeably colder without Freddie next to you. Patting around the bed, you eventually found your phone and checked the time. 11:15 am. Damn. You had really slept in. You were meeting your mom for lunch and shopping at 12. That worked out perfectly.

Making quick work of a shower, make up and changing into something clean, you sauntered out to find your boyfriend sitting on the couch, playing video games.

Walking up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and nuzzled your face into his neck, savoring the warmth and familiar smell of him. You wish you had woken up sooner so you could stay exactly like this for a few more hours.

“Morning, min elskede,” he rumbled, turning to press a kiss to your temple. “Heading out soon?” You made a sound of confirmation against the fabric of his hoodie. Pulling your head up to rest your chin on his shoulder, you watched him play for a few seconds. “Can they hear me?” You asked. “Yeah,” he answered distractedly. He wasn’t particularly good at video games, but he was getting better.

Pressing your face back into his neck, you let your lips only just graze the dribbled skin there. He inhaled sharply and went rigid. His hands stilling on the controller. “Think you can stay quiet?” You murmured against the shell of his ear. He didn’t answer so you moved your hands down the broad width of his chest until you reached the band of his sweatpants. Hesitating a long second, you reached down - not very easily because he was so damn tall - and palmed his cock. He let out a streak of curses and instinctively bucked his hips against your grip. You reminded him that you had an audience with a “ssshhhhh” against the shell of his ear. You felt his jaw tense against the side of your head as you let your fingers slowly massage his cock, which was growing harder and harder against your hand. When you loosened your grip, his own hand slapped over yours, forcing your fingers to tighten. You nipped his ear in retaliation and he sucked in another right breath, his hips jackknifing nearly off the couch.

Just as quick as you had started, you pulled away. “Shit, I’m late.” Which wasn’t actually a lie. Freddie looked at you furiously and you thought you had him this time. He certainly looked like he was ready to pull you over the couch and fuck you raw. But much to your chagrin, he took a deep breath and looked away, his body still pulled right with anticipation.

Dammit. The cool,calm and collected had won again.

“Have fun,” he all but snarled at you. “Tell your mom hello.” Ignoring the pang of irritation, you kissed the top of his head and snatched up your purse.

III.

You ended up spending the entire day with your mom, grabbing lunch, walking up and down the streets of Toronto, stopping into different shops, etc. You had a dinner tonight with Freddie and some other couples on the team, so you stopped by your own apartment to get ready. You were already pushing it with the time so you told Freddie to come pick you up instead of going to his place first.

An hour later, there was a rapping at your door. Giving yourself a final once over in the mirror, you opened the door to see Freddie looking as gorgeous as ever in another well tailored suit. He went completely still as he took you in. Whereas the dress you had worn to the charity event had been elegant and sexy in an understated way, this dress was more of a smack-you-in-the-face, grab-you-by-the-dick kind of sexy. Short and figuring hugging, it fit you like a second skin and made you feel like a goddess.

“Ready?” You asked nonchalantly. As you made to brush past him, his hand was suddenly at your elbow and he was hauling you back until your body met the open door. You grunted in surprise, but it was short lived as Freddie pressed his body against yours, dwarfing you even in your four inch heels. Hands framing your head, he pressed you back until you had to crane your neck to meet his gaze.

“I know what you’re doing,” he growled down at you. You could barely hold in your gasp as he pushed his knee up between your legs, the fabric of his dress pants coarse against the bare skin of your thighs. “And you need to watch it, little girl. It won’t end well for you.” A burst of heat in your belly and you were immediately wet.

You could have given in, let him have you right there in the hallway of your apartment building, let him release all that isn’t up frustration you knew he was keeping from you. You could feel it like like a pulse beneath his skin and a deep part of you screamed out for it. Instead, you mustered every ounce of willpower you had to rise onto your tiptoes and murmur against his lips, “I have no idea what you are talking about.” A soft peck and you were wiggling out of his grip and sauntering down the hallway, an extra swing in your hips.

IV.

The entire car ride to the restaurant, Freddie had his hand dangerously high on your thigh, his fingers nearly wrapping completely around your leg. You always loved his hands. Whether they were holding your hands, holding your leg, or holding your throat, you loved them. Now, you let your fingers toy with his, an absentminded display of intimacy you had both grown to enjoy.

When you reached the restaurant, Freddie rounded the car to open the door for you and help you out. You in made sure he got a nice view of your legs as you took your time stepping out of the car. Aware that people were staring, he kept an arm tight around your waist as he ushered you into the restaurant and toward the table the other couples were already seated at. It was Mitch who let out a good hearted wolf whistle and Steph who pinched him, even though she was smiling too. She stood up to greet you, arms open. “Damn, Y/N, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were single in that dress.” You laughed and embraced her.

The dinner was delicious, as usual, and the wine was making you all warm and fuzzy inside. As planned, Freddie couldn’t keep his hands off of you all night, from wrapping his arm around your shoulders to stroking his hand up and down your leg. After an hour or so, you excused yourself to use the restroom. Seeing the bathroom hallway and the women’s bathroom were empty, you took out your phone and furiously texted your boyfriend to meet you ASAP. He was at your side in less than 15 seconds, looking so concerned you almost felt bad for what you we’re about to do. Almost.

“Y/N, what’s—“

Grabbing him by the front of his jacket, you dragged him into the women’s bathroom, shoving him up against the door once it was closed. Standing as far as you could on your tiptoes, you threw your arms around his neck and crushed your mouth onto his. It took him no time to respond instinctively, his mouth slanting over yours and his hands clapping over your hips. He lifted you like you weighed nothing and you wrapped your legs tight around his hips. He crossed the small bathroom in three long strides until he could set you on the sink counter. His hands thrust into your hair, moving your head to suit his needs. You bit his bottom lip and he groaned deep in reply, giving your hair a sharp yank. Tightening your grip around his neck, you pulled until he palmed your ass and pulled you closer to the edge of the sink, bending your body back and against his own until you could feel every taut muscle in his chest. One large hand was then running down your thigh and back up beneath your dress. You gasped into his mouth when we pushed two fingers slowly inside of you. He bit hard on your bottom lip, as if reminding you to not stop kissing him. Just as you were slipping your hands under his shirt, a loud burst of male laughter from the hallway startled you both. Freddie leapt always from you, struggling to catch his breath, his cock straining against his dress pants. You put a hand to your chest, trying to catch your own breath.

You didn’t blame him for his reaction. He had a reputation to uphold here. One that didn’t include breaking a sink while fucking his girlfriend in the bathroom of an upscale restaurant. As you straightened your hair, he was suddenly on top of you again, clenching your chin in his hand and forcing your head back to meet his gaze. “We’re finishing this tonight.” An order. You took a deep breath. “You know I’m meeting some out of town friends after this. I haven’t see them in 5 months.” Freddie’s expression was murderous and, for a small moment, you wondered if you had gone too far. But then he was leaning forward until you were nearly nose to nose. "You are going to pay for this." And then he was turning around and stalking out of the bathroom, nearly breaking the door in half. You gave yourself a few more seconds to compose yourself before following him back to the table.

You ended up staying out until 3 am with your out of town friends and crashing at the apartment on an in town friend,having gotten too drunk to navigate your route home. You had shot Freddie a quick text explaining the situation and gotten a simple “ok” in response. Not abnormal for him. But you could practically feel his frustration through the phone. Good.

When you did finally make your way back to his apartment around 9 am the next morning, it was to hear the shower going in his room. Shedding your own clothes, you took a long moment to admire the view of him standing beneath the shower head, rivulets of water running across the plains of his skin, the crevices of his muscles. You could stare at him for hours, but you were beginning to shiver. Knocking on the glass door to alert him to your presence, your heart twittered when he smiled softly and stepped back to make room for you. Stepping beneath the spray, you shivered as your body adjusted to the new temperature. The two of you showered in a comfortable silence and you found yourself being done before he was. He was definitely more of a leisurely showerer when he was at home.

Before you stepped out of the shower, you pushed yourself as far up on your tiptoes as you could go and placed a long, wet kiss to the strong column of his throat. He groaned and let his head fall back, his hands skimming down your sides to your hips. As he began to pull you tighter into him, you stepped out of his grip. Looking up at him, you almost laughed at his expression.

“I’m all done.” A kiss to the center of his chest and you were stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel and heading back to the bedroom. You hadn’t even stepped into the bedroom before you heard the shower turn off and Fred’s feet hitting the marble floor. You squealed in surprise when he latched a hand over your wrist and pulled you back into his chest. You hit it with a thud and didn’t even have time to recover before he was slamming his mouth on yours in a punishing kiss. You groaned and clutched at his shoulders. You squealed again when he plucked you up off the ground, you legs wrapping tight around his hips, one arm holding you to him effortlessly. Then the two of you were moving, walking through the bedroom and collapsing onto the bed.

When your back hit the mattress, you reached in between your bodies, desperate to have him inside of you. You fisted his cock, intent on guiding him inside of you, but he was faster. Grabbing both of your wrists in his hands, he shackled them to the mattress above your head. He pulled his mouth from yours, your breath still mingling.

“Oh no, sweetheart,” he murmured. “It won’t be half that easy.”

“Fred-”

But he was moving off of you, landing a stinging slap to your hip. “Don’t move.” You didn’t think twice about disobeying him, only watched as he crossed the room and picked last night’s tie from the floor. His eyes were dark and hooded as he moved toward you again.

“Hands on the bedpost.”

Heat flooding between your legs, you did as you were told, wiggling across the mattress to grab the corner bedpost. He met you there, jerking your hands roughly so you were holding the post between your wrists. With quick hands, he tied you to the bedpost. Instinctively, you pulled at the bondage, found that it was nice and tight, but you could probably get loose if you really tried.

Not that you wanted to.

Freddie was looming over you, leaning down until you were nearly nose to nose. “Safe word is blue. Say it.”

“Blue.”

“Again.”

“Blue.”

A satisfied smirk. “Good girl.”

He pecked you on the mouth before moving onto the bed again, parting your legs and kneeling between them. You were completely exposed to him, no part of you hidden from eyes that shamelessly roamed your body like he owned it.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through these last few days?” he asked, his voice deep and husky with arousal as he leaned over you, brushing his lips over your jaw. “Teasing me.” A light kiss. “Driving me insane.” Another. “Then walking away.” A sharp bite that made you flinch. His mouth came to yours again and took it in a long, hard kiss. “Now it’s your turn,” he continued. “To be teased until you’re begging me to fuck you.” You whimpered in response, flexing your hips beneath his weight.

But he was pulling away, trailing his mouth back to your jaw and down your throat with exquisite slowness. Arching your neck for him, you whimpered again when he ignored the obvious plea and moved his mouth down your breastbone to the valley of your breasts. He kissed one beaded nipple with just enough pressure that you gave a light gasp and arched into him. He moved to the other, taking this one fully into his mouth, pressing his tongue flat against it. As pleasure began to build, he moved yet again and you let out a frustrated curse. You felt his lips quirk into a smile against your skin before he continued moving, kissing down your stomach until he was just above your pussy. Suddenly he was leaning back and pulling your hips up off the bed, raising your ankles over his shoulders so you were completely helpless. You felt a tight kiss a breath above your clit and you tried to close your legs around his head, but he easily pried them back open. After a few more teasing kisses just shy of where you needed them, his mouth pressed lightly to your clit. You gasped and arched your hips into the touch. You were being shameless and you knew it. And you didn’t care. Here, with him, you felt nothing but want.

He didn’t open his mouth and eat you like wanted-needed-him to. All he gave you were small, tight lipped kisses that drove your desperation higher and higher. When he finally did open his mouth slightly to lick your throbbing clit, you thought he might just push you over...but he pulled away. Writhing in his grip, you tried to chase the high, but it faded away.

Giving you one last nip to the thigh, Freddie moved your legs back down to the bed, slowly running his hands up to your thighs. “What do you need, baby?” he asked, his voice low and taunting. “Tell me.”

“Fred, I need-I need you.”

He grinned at that, clearly amused and satisfied by your words.

“Hmmm. This what you need?”

Leaning over you, he slid his cock through the folds of your pussy. You moaned long and loud as your eyes fluttered shut with pleasure. Pulling back, he gave another long, slow thrust, his cock only just grazing your clit.

Bracing his arms on either side of your head, he took your mouth in a deep, wet kiss. You instinctively moved to wrap your arms around his shoulders, but came up against the binds. It was brutal, having no anchor against the onslaught of sensation. Freddie was breathing deeply, his chest pressing deep into yours as he continued to slide his cock through your folds, keeping you at a torturous level of pleasure. Back and forth, back and forth, it was an exquisite pain.

As if he knew you were finally going to reach your climax, he backed off again, leaving you just at the edge.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured against your cheek. “Not yet. Not yet.” He leaned away again, running his hands down your body as he did.

You heaved in a breath as you dangled on the edge of your climax, then fell back again.

“What’s it like, baby?” he asked, running his hands up your thighs and then back down again. “To just get there? And not have it?”

You only whimpered in reply, your entire body begging for him. He had you and he knew it. You would do anything for him now.

He slowly leaned back down, hovering over you until your mouths barely touched. “Apologize for teasing me.”

“I’m-I’m sorry for teasing you.”

You were rewarded by him guiding just the tip of his cock inside of you. You both groaned and shuddered at the burning pleasure, Freddie’s head dropping to your chest as he struggled for control. You writhed, trying to get him deeper, but he slapped a hand to your hip, stilling you instantly.

“God, Y/N, you drive me fucking crazy.”

“Freddie, baby, please-”

You both groaned as he pushed deeper inside of you, pushing slowly until he reached the hilt. You shuddered and let yourself be taken over by the pleasure of having him inside of you. You clenched around him and he cursed. He suddenly reared up onto his knees and grabbed your hips, pulling you up off the bed. Pulling out of you, he slammed back in again. Soon, he took up a brutal pace, his hands digging hard into your hips, your body nearly completely off the bed. All you could do was give yourself up to the sex, to what he was demanding from you.

The orgasm, when it came, was violent and overwhelming, robbing you of breath as it washed over every inch of you, stuttered your heart in your chest.

Freddie came with a curse his hips slamming into yours one last time before he collapsed on top of you, keeping his full weight braced on his arm. The two of you stayed like that for a long moment, struggling to catch your breath as your orgasms slowly faded. You felt Freddie’s hand cup your cheek and he turned it to face him.

“Okay?” he asked. You nodded in reply and pressed your mouth to his.

“If you think this is going to deter me from teasing you again, you are very wrong.”

He laughed, the sound so deep and husky you shivered with renewed arousal.

“I hope not.”

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wildheartsalwaysburn · 4 years ago

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Freckles | F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasly x fem!reader summary: y/n has had a crush on Fred for a while but didn't dare until the Gryffindors were throwing a party at the Common Room due to a won Quidditch match. But before things could have heat up for real, she got an unpleasant surprise from Weasley's sweets. warnings: non/small hints of alcohol words: 976

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The music blasted loudly in the Gryffindor Common Room. Another pretty rough match against Ravenclaw was won and everyone celebrated exuberantly. Drinks were brought by the older students, some other took care of snacks and decorations and the infamous Weasley Twins spent some of their newest joke articles and sweets. If this wasn't the right time to confess to Fred, when then? wondered y/n. She's been crushing on the ginger haired boy since second grade. To be more precise: since she saw him for the first time at the Sorting Ceremony. It got even worse, after joining the Quidditch team. Especially after becoming friends with both twins. The more time they spent together, the more she fell for him: his hair, his voice and this goddamn smile… "You really should tell him, sweetie.", Angelina broke in y/n's thoughts, "You've been staring at him since we came back here. Also...", she nudged her friends elbow and bowed her head in Fred's direction, "he couldn't either." The chaser was right, y/n couldn't keep her eyes from Weasley, so she took a small piece of chocolate to calm her nerves and went over to him and his friends. Tho she didn't really know what Angelina meant with Fred's been staring at her, too. She would have noticed, wouldn't she? Arriving at the table full of butterbeer and sweets, she was greeted dearly. Everyone congratulated her for her perfect passes in the game, gave her high fives and slaps on her back. Boys. George flung his arms around her, almost knocking her over. Y/n stumbled back, trying not to fall and landed in Fred's strong arms. Her hands pressed against his chest, she looked up to him. Their faces were just inches apart what made both blushing hard. Fred's face got the same colour as his Quidditch robes when Lee Jordan commented something like they should just kiss already. He gulped nervously and wanted to say something sweet, when he noticed small red dots popping up on y/n's face. At first he thought it was an illusion because of the booze, but when watching the dots more carefully, the ginger boy got some clue. "Did you already eat something, love?", he asked while touching her cheeks softly with his fingers. She looked at him confused but told him about dinner they had together and that she's fine. "No, I meant if you snacked something from the tables, darling" He grinned and y/n knew what this kind of grin meant. And it wasn't something good. She remembered the piece of chocolate. "Well, now that you mention it, I got some piece of orange flavoured chocolate when talking to Ang- WHAT?!"

Y/n just looked at her hands which were heavily covered in freckles. She stepped back from Fred, rising and looking at her arms. The freckles seemed to be everywhere. She lifted her shrt a bit: freckles. Rolled up her pants: freckles. The tiny red dots appeared everywhere on her body. She tried to get rid of them first by rubbing her skin. But nothing happened. They were real.

This couldn't be. Not today. Not now. Nervy she touched her neck and cheeks. "Please don't tell me, these things are also on my face." Her voice sounded quiet whiny and she felt lumps in her throat. She loved freckles, but only on Fred and not on herself, spread all over her body. This was a distaster. She's not even the type for freckles. She's never had them. Why did she had to eat this bloody piece of chocolate?

The other boys started laughing. Even George couldn't resist bursting out a laugh, since he was the one who came up with the idea of "Choc-tastic Freckles". Under other circumstances y/n would have laughed, too, but standing in front of the boy she loved, it wasn't funny at all. She was already insecure enough about confessing her feeling to him. But now it was much worse. She didn't even look like herself anymore. This felt even like a bigger nightmare than those in which you start losing your teeth in front of class.

"Pull yourselves together!", Fred growled to the boys. He came closer to y/n and put her freckle-covered face in his hands. "You look beautiful, princess." His fingers stroke the patterned skin, slowly tracing her facial features.

The girl's heart starting beating fast. She didn't notice anything around her anymore. There were just Fred and her, faces inches apart. When looking in his hazle eyes, she even forgot her freckles. And she forgot the people around them.

"Fred?", he just hummed in response. "I gotta tell you something." - "What's it, love?"

Y/n put her hands against his chest again, stroking over the fabric of his shirt. Her eyes wandered down to his collarbones, her fingers nervously tracing his shirt's collar. She took a deep breath, hoping to ease the nervousness in her. Still looking down she mumbled something about love. Fred put his hand on her chin and made her look up to him again. "Afraid I couldn't understand a word, love." He grinned, he knew what she wanted to say, he just wanted to hear it louder. Y/n took another deep breath: "I think I love you, Fred…" - "You just think?", the ginger acted shocked, then smirked: "Looks like I got to convince you then, right?"

Without waiting for a response Fred pulled y/n closer to him and put his lips on hers. The kiss was soft at first but developed into passionate snogging, soon. To catch some breath both broke the kiss for a moment. "Still just thinking you love me, y/n-princess?" - "No.", she grinned "I am absolutely sure now."

The whole crowed around them started cheering when Fred uphove his now-girlfriend, already kissing her passionately, again

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missmitchieg · 4 years ago

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The Rainbow Brigade Goes To Pride

Julie giggled into the microphone as she watched her best friends jump and dance along to their song, draping an arm around her boyfriend's shoulder as they belted the outro and Bright ended.

"Yes! That was amazing!" Flynn grinned, always the one to hype up their best friend.

"But was it 'performing at a cafe' amazing, or 'performing at tomorrow's Pride parade' amazing?" Julie asked, and Luke rolled his eyes fondly and reached up to tuck a curl behind Julie's ear.

"Definitely 'Pride parade' amazing, estrella." He promised her and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Julie blushed and scrunched her nose as Alex, Reggie, Bobby, Willie, Nick, Carrie and the Dirty Candy crew immediately agreed.

"I'm a much harsher judge than your darling Luke, and I can confirm it was flawless." Carrie assured Julie with a grin.

Julie chuckled fondly and shook her head, rolling her eyes. "If you all insist."

"We do. Now," Willie clapped their hands, clasping them together. "I request to hear Now Or Never."

"Ooh, I second the request!" Carrie nodded.

"Third!"

"Fourth!"

"Your wish is our command." Luke smiled and Alex counted to start the song, everyone smiling as Ray walked in with a snack and water tray.

"Hey, kids."

"Hi, Mr. Molina!"

"Hi, papa!"

Ray grinned as he walked through the door in time to catch a song and leaned against the wall, lip syncing along.

Julie and the boys rehearsed the song and stopped for a water break, chatting about how excited they all were to be performing at something as big as a Pride parade. It was a pretty damn huge thing for everyone.

No one slept that night, too wired to even think about it.

Julie grinned as she looked up and turned off her phone alarm, running to open Carlos and her parents' bedroom doors. "Happy Pride!" She grinned as she ran back to her room and opened her laptop to Zoom. Soon, she had Flynn, Willie, Nick, Carrie, her girls, and her boys on screen as she ran to grab her hair products. "Hey, my people!"

"Hey, superstar! Boys. Rapunzel. Blond Troy Bolton. Twilight Sparkle. Biliam. Flynnigan. Candy Stripers." Luke grinned and blew a kiss, in the middle of changing into his POISON t shirt.

"Hey, Julianna! Lucas. Alexander. Robert. William. Nicholas. Caroline. Flynnie. Crew." Reggie grinned as he combed his hair and waved.

"Hi, Julie! Ladies. Love of my life. Boys. Willie-boo." Carrie grinned as she brushed her wig out to re-curl it later.

"Hey, Jules! Sweets. Gigi. Lexi. Lulu. Chaos crew." Bobby winked as he sprayed on deodorant.

"Hi, Julie! Candy canes. Boys. Partners in crime." Flynn smiled, braiding pink, white and orange ribbon into their hair.

"Hello, Julie. Luke. Reginald. Bobbles. Flynn-tastic. Care-bear. Nicky. Honeybunch. Candy fruits." Alex smiled before downing a glass of orange juice.

"Hey, Julie! Hot dog. PeterPatter. Chaos siblings. Sweethearts." Willie waved, braiding rainbow ribbons into his hair.

"Julie. Ladies. Boys. Enby buds." Nick waved, combing his hair.

"Julie. Ladies. Men. Non-binary friends." Kayla blew a kiss, popping a gummy vitamin in her mouth.

"Hi, Julie! Candy crew. Chaos children." Halle grinned, brushing the bangs of her wig.

"Hey, my darlings!" Sofia grinned, waving as she nibbled on her toast.

"Hi, gayngels!" Kyra giggled, flipping her pancakes.

"How are the members of The Rainbow Brigade on this fine day, my loves?" Julie asked as she combed her curls. She laughed as everyone started to answer the question at the same time, resuming her hair combing.

"All good here, Julie." Flynn answered once she stopped giggling.

"Here as well." Willie gave a thumbs up.

"Almost perfect but I'm all out of eyeliner." Reggie pouted.

"Oh, no! You can use mine, then." Julie promised.

"Sweet! Thanks, Jules." Reggie grinned gratefully.

"About as good as it's gonna get in the Patterson household." Luke shrugged. "Sparkle, Bobble?"

"All is well in the Wilson mansion, loves." Carrie grinned, looking up when she heard a knock on the door. "Yeah, daddy?" She asked once she opened it.

"Hi, baby. Hi, kids!" Trevor grinned and waved.

"Hi, Mr. Wilson!" Julie called and everyone else followed.

"So remind me of the carpooling situation?"

"Oh, we're gonna pick up my girls and Luke, Alex, and Reggie since their parents still dislike Luke and Bobby for 'corrupting their babies' and Nick only has room in his car to pick up Flynn and Willie and we're all going to Julie's to get ready together."

"Oh, ok. I'm gonna go pack all our bags with snacks and water, then. Breakfast is almost ready downstairs." Trevor smiled, walking out with a peace sign.

"Thanks for the ride, by the way." Reggie smiled.

"Hey, anything for my Gigi." Bobby promised.

Julie giggled, bringing her laptop downstairs to the kitchen where everyone was eating breakfast. "Hey, Carlos. Mom, dad! Say hey to the rainbow brigade!"

"Hey, brigade!"

"Hey, mijos, mijas." Ray grinned.

"Hey, babies!" Rose blew a quick kiss.

"Hi, Carlos! Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Molina! Looking good as always!"

"Thank you, Carrie. Julie, do you want some eggs? They're scrambled."

"Ooh, yes please." Julie nodded and then a plate of eggs, toast and pancakes appeared in front of her. "Gracias, mama."

"Mind saving some eggs for me, amor?"

"Always, cariño."

Luke smiled appreciatively and blushed. "I love you."

Julie smiled, scrunching her nose. "I love you, too."

"Hey, hey. Keep your nauseating adorable-ness to your private Skype sessions." Reggie pretended to gag.

Carrie scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Like you and my brother don't act the same way." She pointed out.

"So do you and Flynn!" Willie accused.

"Willie, so do you and Lexi!" Flynn laughed.

"I would like to point out that so do Halle and Sofia." Nick chimed in.

"True." Kayla nodded in agreement.

"OK, anyone coming over for dinner tonight, niños? I'm making my famous pastelon!" Rose piped up as she appeared next to Julie and wrapped an arm around her, the both of them laughing.

Flynn raised a hand immediately. "Ooh, I'm in! Mom said she's gonna try another duck recipe and my stomach can't take that."

"Me, too!" Alex nodded.

"Noted." Julie nodded.

"Bobins, Care-bear, can I go to your place tonight? I'm not feeling up to week-old left overs." Reggie asked.

Bobby opened his door and poked his head out. "Dad, can Reggie come for dinner tonight? ...OK!" He closed the door with a smile. "Yup."

The group laughed as they chatted and ate their breakfasts, moving their conversation to the group chat as the others made their ways to the Molina household. The groups piled out of their cars and headed inside, greeting Julie and her family with tight hugs.

"Hey, my love." Luke said in a gentle voice and pressed a kiss to her forehead, making Julie blush and scrunch her nose.

"Hi, Lucas." Julie said softly and kissed his lips, giggling against him when she heard fake gags from Alex and Reggie. "Hi, Lexi-love. Reggie boo." She said as she wrapped her arms around them, taking their bags of clothes.

"Here's your eggs, mijo."

Luke grinned as Ray presented him a plate of eggs and some waffles as a treat. "Thank you." He nodded and started eating, leaning against a wall.

"Do I see new earrings, Mrs. Molina?" Carrie asked with a grin.

"Uh-huh. You like them?" Rose grinned, showing off her turquoise earrings.

"Love! They're so pretty!" Carrie nodded.

Julie smiled as she looked around and watched her family and her found family get along so well, joking and laughing with each other. She leaned her head onto Flynn's shoulder, her smile growing when Flynn wrapped an arm around her. "Having a good time, Flynnie?"

"Absolute blast."

After Luke finished his eggs, the group stampeded upstairs and formed a line to the bathroom to change into their Pride outfits. One by one, the brigade stepped in and out in new outfits and walked to the garage to have more room to start doing their make up.

Julie hummed as she and Reggie did their eyeliner next to each other, half listening to the boys talking about how cool it was that they were singing certain songs together for the first time.

"Sunset Curve's fans are gonna get to hear our oldest hits belted out by a little wrecking ball of talent, boys! It's only the single most exciting and awesome thing that can possibly happen!" Luke bragged in excitement, huffing as he was held down in his chair and Flynn and Carrie were glittering up his face.

"I know! Dude, it's so cool!" Alex nodded, glittering up his own face. "And it's even better that it's a- Kayla, your left wing's bigger." He interrupted himself to point to Kayla's make up. "A Pride parade!"

"Oh, shoot. Thanks, Lexi." Kayla smiled and proceeded to fix it with concealer.

"And you're totally gonna come out of this with new fans, too! Think of all the people that are gonna film it for YouTube and so many people are going to watch!" Willie gushed.

"I know!" Bobby nodded and pressed a kiss to Reggie's cheek, applying black eye shadow to his eyes.

"And imagine how much Dirty Candy are gonna love watching you all sing at Pride, too!" Julie grinned. "Maybe then they'll get the whole sparkly rainbow costumes thing."

"Oh, yeah!" The group laughed as they finished glittering up and fixing wigs, and piled into their cars to go to the parade.

Dirty Candy performed a few of their favorite self love songs to the crowd and gave a few speeches about self love, acceptance and Pride to the crowd, getting the response of cheers and pride flags thrown their ways. The girls individually thanked the crowd, and Carrie glanced off stage toward Sunset Curve before announcing the next artist. "And now, a group that always has been and always will be very special to me and my girls, and not just because they're our best friends... Sunset Curve!"

The crowd erupted in screams as the girls stepped off to let the band take the stage, and Luke smiled at them, giving a playful wink to a few boys and girls in the front holding bi and pan pride flags.

"Hi, everybody! Happy Pride month!" Julie greeted, her pink, purple and blue dress sparkling in the sunlight. "How about our girls, Dirty Candy, huh?" She chuckled as the crowd screamed in agreement and glanced at Bobby, who just smiled.

"The pink one is my sister."

"And they are too powerful together." Luke joked.

"They're so much to handle." Reggie complained with a smile.

"You say that like you and Julie aren't a lot." Alex deadpanned.

Julie laughed and shook her head. "Ok, ok. Enough joking. So our first song of the day is called Edge Of Great." She announced, and the crowd screamed and started to throw flags as she sang the intro. As the boys joined in the chorus, Julie hopped and ran around, laughing and joking with the boys.

Reggie and Bobby laughed as Julie hopped around them and draped bi and ace flags around their necks.

Julie giggled and bopped their noses, skipping off to share the mic with Luke. She kissed him at the end of the song and smiled when the crowd started chanting their ship name, leaning her head on his neck. "Yeah, yeah. We get it. We're cute." She joked and Luke cackled.

"You are pretty cute." Alex agreed with a shrug.

Julie snickered and blew a kiss to Alex who threw one back and sighed, giving Luke another kiss on the cheek before launching into a speech about pride featuring comments here and there from the boys. "Boys, what do you say to Stand Tall?" She asked.

"I say yes."

"Definitely."

"Absolutely."

"Obviously."

"Well, that's a unanimous yes!" Julie announced and headed to the piano to play the song. She smiled as she played one of her favorite songs, skipping her way toward Alex as his solo came up. She draped a rainbow flag over his shoulders like a cape and kissed his cheek.

Alex whispered a quick "Love you, Julie." in her ear and she whispered "I love you." back, tapping his cheek before the group nailed the high note.

They sang the final chorus and this time it was Luke who kicked off a speech about doing what makes you happy, with Julie making a comment about Alex dating Willie even with his staunch Christian parents.

"Willie's actually here today. He's right over there." Julie pointed a thumb in the direction of Willie who blew a kiss at Alex. "Alex's parents aren't great, but Willie's grandparents are pretty cool." She chuckled.

"And that's Julie's best friend and Carrie's girlfriend, Flynn is right next to him." Reggie piped up. "Hey, Flynn."

Julie beamed as she walked toward Bobby and put an arm around him. "So this is a song is one that my boys wrote together, before I came into the picture, that they have so graciously transposed into my key so we can all sing it together-"

"Because we love you!" Bobby interrupted.

"And your voice is incredible!" Alex yelled.

"And we wanted to include you!" Luke insisted.

"Yeah, what they said. Love you, Julie." Reggie grinned.

"I love you, too." Julie grinned, looking back at her boys. "So that we can sing it together because of what it means to all of us. It's all about being free and being yourself. It's about having pride in who you are. It's called Finally Free."

The crowd erupted in cheers as Julie started to sing, leaning her head on Bobby's shoulder. She looked up as they hit the chorus and sprinted toward Luke, singing to him as Reggie shared Bobby's mic.

They sang through a few more Sunset Curve songs, the crowd screaming along to every one of them with speeches thrown in between a few songs, before it was nearly time to go. "Our last song of the day-" Julie cut herself off to giggle as the crowd awww'd and booed at her words, shaking her head. "I know! I know! We're sad about it, too." She joked and pouted. "Our last song is very special to me and my boys. It's about going for what you want, dreaming your dreams, and living. Like. It's Now Or Never."

Boos turned into cheers as the band started to play the song and Luke and Julie sang the opening lyrics together, the both of them looking up when they felt raindrops. They looked at each other with twin smirks and nodded, kicking and jumping into the puddles.

Julie giggled as she kicked a puddle in Reggie's direction and he laughed and kicked it back at her, neither of them caring about their make up or body glitter anymore.

Alex laughed through singing his harmonies with the boys, the rainwater bouncing off his drums with every hit.

Bobby and Reggie were once again sharing a microphone as they kicked puddles in Alex's direction and shook the water from their hair, glitter falling away with the water drops.

Luke laughed as he ran toward Alex's drums set and jumped onto the drum platform, wagging his tongue at his best friend.

Julie giggled as she hopped in a puddle and belted out her new solo of a second pre-chorus, bouncing her way toward Bobby while Reggie and Luke ran toward Alex.

Bobby chuckled as he and Julie did their new dance, specially choreographed just for them to do during Alex and Reggie's solos in Now Or Never: Hop twice, left step back, right step back, right step forward, hop once, high five.

Julie whooped as Reggie shouted the lyric about singing in the rain, and held her microphone out to the crowd to sing with her, holding up a fist as everyone screamed the final chorus. She sang the final line in harmony with the boys and the crowd cheered as they waved and took each other's hands, running off stage. She ran straight into the arms of her family, mentally placing this day up high in The Top Ten Best Days Of Her Life.

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