#i love world juniors it makes the world go round to ME

[larsnicklas]

captain america 😁🇺🇸

[asunsetgrace16]

✧ …𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗗𝗔𝗗, 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗬 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘⎥𝗖𝗕98

Pairing: Connor Bedard x fem!Crosby!reader

Warnings: swearing

Summary: Connor and Y/N Crosby, Sidney's daughter, are in a secret relationship and are outed when she goes to the All Stars with her dad

Notes: The italics section is the flashback to how Connor and Y/N met. This is my new longest fic, and man I got carried away writing how Y/N and Connor met. Not really proofread, so hope for the best. Requested by anonymous.

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Word Count: 2.3k

It’s not exactly unexpected, for Connor Bedard and Y/N Crosby to be dating. His childhood idol, her father. Their lives are interconnected by a web of hockey players, former teammates, and friendships a mile deep. But, the caveat is, no one actually knows they are together. 

Y/N knew her dad would lose his mind when he found out who exactly her boyfriend is. From the time she was old enough to date, the rule was no hockey players, absolutely no teammates, and especially no rookies. Will he find out? Eventually, but not any time soon if Y/N has anything to say about it.

-

“I have tickets to most of the Canadian games, and I want to watch them win gold, in person. I was planning on going to the condo. No Dad, I'm fine. No, you don’t need to have Auntie Taylor come with me. I’m absolutely taking advantage of the fact that we have a place right where the World Juniors are happening. I’m seventeen for God’s sake, and I’ve been fairly independent for years. I’ll be fine.” Y/N says, on the phone with her dad. 

“I know, but you’re still my little girl. I’ll always want to protect you, no matter how old you get.” her dad, Sidney, says.

“I know dad, but this will be good practice for when I’m away at university.” She tells him teasingly.

“Uhhhg, don’t remind me.” he groans, “I trust you not to burn the place down, and try not to go overboard, with anything. The credit card for food and stuff is in the safe, and you have your own for anything else. Call me, if you need anything.”

“Thanks dad, I will.”

“Love you honey.”

Love you too, dad. Bye.”

There, that’s settled, Y/N thinks to herself. She is already in Cole Harbour, staying with her grandparents for Christmas. They already know her plans, and she convinced –not that she needed any convincing– her aunt Taylor to come with her for a girls trip. She flips her laptop open, hits play on Downton Abbey, and finishes her packing. 

“Tay, are you ready yet?” Y/N calls a few hours later. She hefts her suitcase down the stairs, shouldering a backpack.

“Yeah bug, just put my bags in the car. Bring yours out here too.” Taylor replies, “We can be on the road in twenty if we hurry.”

“Make it fifteen.” Y/N challenges with a grin.

The preliminary round of the tournament passes fast. After the shocking Game 1 loss, Canada bounces back and plows through every game afterwards. An exciting quarterfinals win against Slovakia has Canada set to play USA in the semifinals. A match up that always promises an electric game.

After the quarterfinal game, Y/N and Taylor head back to the dressing rooms and player’s entrance for a shortcut to the parking lot. They both have access, thanks to Sid. They talk excitedly about Bedard’s OT winner, a wicked 3-on-1 goal. 

“That was incredible.” Y/N exclaims. She’s no stranger to good hockey, but seeing a player that young, one her own age, to have such amazing talent is unreal to see. 

“Yes it was-” Taylor starts, but is cut off by a man in a suit stalking towards them.

“Hey! You two aren’t allowed back here. Players and staff only. Who do you think you are? Waltzing around here like you own the place? No respect anymore.” He rants before someone grabs him, pulling him away from Y/N and Taylor.

“I am so sorry about Randy. I’m Jim, by the way.” Jim apologizes, “I’m assuming that since you’re back here, you have permission. Is there something I can do to make it up to you? Wait, you’re Crosby’s daughter, aren't you? This makes a lot more sense now.”

“Yes I am, and we have permission. I can’t think of anything, it’s not necessary.” Y/N says. But Jim is determined, knowing who she is now. He offers to introduce the women to the team. They agree, and after Jim explains the situation to Randy, they all head back towards Canada’s dressing room. Talking the whole way, Jim explains that the team has a place rented for the tournament where the boys can hang out and relax. 

“If you’d like to join us, you are more than welcome. I won’t tell them who you are, I’ll let that happen naturally.” Jim says with a wink. “I want to see the look on their faces. It’s too bad your dad couldn't make it. That would really blow their socks off.” The group laughs and waits for Randy to make sure all the guys are decent, and beacons them in with a sheepish look, apologizing once again. The introduction is basic, no announcement or anything. Taylor and Y/N meet the rest of the staff first, quickly becoming engrossed in conversation. 

“So,” the head coach says, “Crosby’s daughter. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“And you.” Y/N replies.

“Coach, did you just say Crosby's daughter? She's here? Holy shit!” one of the players exclaims, joining their little group. “I’m Brandt, nice to meet you. Is your dad here, by chance?” He says, very quickly. The energy rolls right off of him.

“No, he’s not, unfortunately. West Coast road trip.” Y/N says, failing to hide a giggle. 

“Wanna mess with the guys with me?” Brandt asks, a scheming look on his face.

“Always.”

“Ok, I’m going to introduce you around, but not mention your last name. I want to see how long it takes the guys to figure out who you are.”

“Oh I like that.” They grin at each other, and make their way around the room. Before long, the whole team is standing or sitting close together, chatting with Y/N. The adrenaline can still be felt in the dressing room. 

“So how long are you in town for?” Dylan asks, “Hopefully long enough to watch us win gold.”

Y/N and Brandt exchange a look, “I’m planning on it. I don’t have to be back in Pittsburgh until the tenth.”

“Pittsburgh? You came all the way up here, to watch a Canadian team win? That makes no sense.” Logan wonders, looking confused.

“Oh I’m Canadian, I just live in Pittsburg with my dad. I was up visiting my grandparents for Christmas.” Y/N says. It is getting awfully difficult to keep a straight face. 

“Where do your grandparents live?” That comes from Olen.

“Cole Harbour.”

“Does that mean you've met Sidney Crosby?” Ethan asks. 

“Yup, see him all the time.” She bites back a smile. Brandt has to turn around and take a deep, shuddering breath so he doesn’t give them away. Connor sees him out of the corner of his eye. 

“Wait, you’re Y/N Crosby!” Connor says, standing up just as Y/N and Brandt burst out laughing. The rest of the boys look shocked as the two struggle to stop laughing. Connor grins, chuckling as Y/N wipes honest-to-goodness tears from her eyes. The staff and Taylor laugh amongst themselves, watching the young folks. 

“Guilty as charged.” She says breathlessly, silently wondering if Brandt is going to die of oxygen deprivation at this point. His face is pretty red. Now the questions are really flowing by the time Brandt finally regains some composure. The excited chatter doesn’t stop at the restaurant, either. Y/N and Taylor are invited to stay. As the evening winds down, Y/N finds herself with Connor, conversation flowing easily. 

“Nice goal, by the way. Dad was impressed.” Y/N says, nudging his shoulder with hers.

“Really?” Connor flushes. Cute.

“Yeah, he sees a lot in you.”

“That is…I have no words.” He admits. “Do you, um, do you think you’d want to sit with my family for the rest of the games? I want to talk to you more, and um…I’m just going to stop talking before I make a fool out of myself.”

“I’d love to.”

Connor and Y/N spend a lot of time together in the following days. She sits with his family during the final, and celebrates with them after they win gold.

“We did it!” Connor shouts, picking Y/N up and spinning her around. There is a moment when he sets her down where her arms are still on his shoulders and his hands are on her waist. The noise fades away, just the two of them in a little bubble. “Can I have your number? I’d like to keep talking to you, and take you out sometime.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” She replies.

-

Now, over a year and 10 months into dating later, Connor and Y/N are both in Toronto for the All Stars. 

“Hey baby.” Connor says, putting his phone away when Y/N slips into the empty visitors dressing room.

“Hey Con.” She goes to him easily, settling comfortably into his open arms. He puts his chin on her head and tightens his hold on her. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too. I’m glad you decided to come.”

“Me too.” She tips her head up, meeting Connor in the middle for a sweet kiss. They go back to their hug, Y/N tucked against his chest, feeling warm again in the cold arena. They simply stand like that, swaying gently and soaking up the moment. They get so wrapped up in each other that they fail to hear voices outside the door. Connor goes to kiss Y/N again, but is interrupted by the door slamming open. Their heads snap to the door, wide eyed and scared.

“Y/N ANNA CROSBY. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” Sidney yells furiously, steam practically shooting from his ears like a cartoon character. Nate is standing close behind him, and Cale, Mathew Barzal, and Brady Tkachuk stand in the doorway. Connor and Y/N take a step back from each other, but keep their hands tightly clasped.

“How dare you not tell me about this. You know the rules, I expect you to follow them.”

“I-” She begins.

“And you,” Sid says, pointing at Connor, “I expected better from you. You’re a good kid, but I have rules for a reason.” Y/N grips Connor’s hand, squeezing three times. 

“You can’t control me like this, Dad. I’ve never had a real relationship because of you. So much of my life is wrapped up in hockey that it was easy to find my person there, and if it wasn’t a hockey-playing boyfriend, it was a hockey fan boyfriend which is worse. All they ever wanted to talk about was you, they never wanted me for who I am. Or you just plain scared them off because ‘no one is good enough for my daughter so why should she even bother’.” Y/N says back to him. Her chest is heaving and she is fighting off tears. 

“I can’t believe that you didn’t tell me this. How long have you two been together anyways?” Sid asks, still pissed off.

“Ten months.” Connor replies, voice strong and true despite the situation. He is nervous, of course, but he loves Y/N too much to let his childhood idol have much of an impact.

“TEN MONTHS!” Sid exclaims, incredulous that his daughter kept this secret, “Bloody hell. What possessed you to keep this from me?”

“This exact reaction that I knew would happen. I knew that if I told you when Connor first asked me out, you would flat-out forbid me to see him, and that wouldn’t have ended the way you wanted anyway. At least this way the two of us can act as a united front and you can see that this isn’t bad. We are both 18, legal adults. You can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

Sid stays silent. He is still angry, but the figurative steam has gone away. Nate and the others hover around the door.

Y/N continues, “I get it, Dad. You just want to protect me, and I love you for it. But I’m not a little kid anymore, I can’t be sheltered forever. And Connor’s good to me. You know he would be.” She takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I knew that if I did, you would react exactly the way you are. I wanted to be able to figure out my relationship without my dad looking over my shoulder the whole time.”

Sid’s face falls at her monologue. He can finally understand what Y/N was trying to say for years. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I had no intention for it to go that far. It is hard to watch you grow up, but I need to grow up some too and understand that you are an adult now. In my attempts to protect you, I drove you straight into what I always knew would happen. Thankfully, you picked a good one.” Sid pulls his daughter into a hug, tears threatening to fall. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me, it wasn’t fair of me.”

“Thanks dad, for apologizing. I know you meant well, but I don’t think this wasn’t the best way to get you to see my side of it” Y/N quips, a wry smile on her face. 

“I’m still pissed that you didn’t tell me, but I’d rather it was you than a lot of other guys” Sid states, reaching out to shake Connor’s hand, “but if you hurt her, I have a lot of power in this game.”

“I know,” Connor says, eyes focused on Y/N. A look so full of love even Sidney can’t deny it, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Awwww.” The trio looks up to see the other four guys with their hands clasped over their hearts, cute pouts on their lips. 

“The babies are in love.” Cale says with a grin.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Detox Day

George Weasley x Reader

Summary: It had been a long day of work, and your poor Hubby needed to detox a little. So, what better way than to have his loving partner help him out? First to put your son to bed, and remind him he deserves some self care

Warnings: 18+, So much fluff, gentle sex, domestic fluff, oral (male reviving) foot massages, kinda foot fetishy? This fic is very fluffy and playful, technical fem doming? ((George is EXTRA submissive in this one. Love me a man that whimpers. Mm))

“Dad’s home-!” Little Freddy shouted, the moment he heard the door open. Poor George hardly got a foot through said door, before Junior jumped onto his leg. Holding on for dear life, as if George would fade into a mist. Just never wanting to let go.

Despite being so bone dry tried, he just couldn’t resist his baby boy. He would take his dress suit jacket off, and hang it, before yanking his son into the air. Holding him high, and making him laugh. Squeals of pure delight filled the air, before he was attacked in kisses. Being held back just as tightly, as you watched.

“How was the shop-?” You asked, as you finished up dinner. Normally you helped out, of course. But George wanted to make sure Freddy had a stable life. Even as a baby, George made sure to have him in a sling around him. With ear protection, of course, while working in the shop. Not wanting to have a strained relationship. Much like what happened with his own parents. Seven kids isn’t as stable as people think. He wanted to make sure little junior always had a parent to love him deeply. When Freddy starts Hogwarts, that’s when you’ll return. That’s a promise.

<OH THE STORIES I HAVE TO SHARE WITH YOU> He would sign, so that Freddy didn’t notice, as he was busy hugging his father. Sounded, ironically, like he had himself a very bad day. One for little ears to not bear. As much as he didn’t want Junior to be naive to the world, he still needed a childhood just as much.

“Now come on over to dinner, you two. Still warm.” You gently encouraged, as Freddy was soon climbing onto his father’s shoulders. Quick to sit on them, and rest his head on the older man’s. Oh how identical they were. The same wild hair, same little smile. You loved them so much. Couldn’t stop yourself from joining in with the grins, as you rounded them up for a much needed meal.

For once, George had actually stayed rather quiet. That concerned you, as you ate. The meal wasn’t silent, however. Junior was more than happy to fill the quiet. Talking about the day he had with you. George was smiling at each word, but you could read him like a book. He was tired. So very tired. Not a need for sleep tired. That defeated tired. Suppose the weight of Fred no longer being in the shop was weighing on him again. His other half, if you will, no longer there for support. He felt alone, and tried to drown himself in work again. Guess you’ll need to fix that, won’t you?

“And then and then-“ But a yawn was quick to cut the little boy off. Poor thing talked himself tired again. A habit he’s developed. Just so full of energy. “Georgie, can you clean up while I put Freddy to beddy?” Was asked, as you hoisted the tot in the air. He whined, with the normal complaints of not being sleepy.

“Sure thing, love. Big boys need lots of rest.” George was quick to sooth. A gentle kiss to the little boys temple, and a squeeze to his little hand. “Love you, Junior.” He added, as your little boy smooshed his cheek against George’s. Reminded you so much of when Fred and George often did that. As a mock facade of ‘cute innocent little boys that could do no wrong.’ You don’t know how he picked up the habit, but a sneaking suspicion that there was a ghost at WWW wasn’t out of your mind.

“Love you to, Daddy.” He yawned, as you would bring the little boy to your chest. Humming away, as you escorted him to his bedroom. Rich in all that he loved. Tucked into bed he went, with his favorite little toy. A dragon plush from his uncle Charlie. Still smelled like soot, and that’s what soothed your tike. Snuggled in his grandmas quilts, and listening to you read him a bedtime story.

George would happily watch, as Junior gave him a sleepy wave. Along with a waving paw from the little dragon. George returned it, and gave a little finger wave to the dragon as well. Making sure they were both greeted. Seemed seeing him at the door way was what helped sooth Freddy to sleep. Out like a light, with his father quick to kiss his head. Doing his best to still be as involved in his life as he could. Even when so horribly tired. So much as just being physically there does wonders.

The door would be closed, with his night lights set, before George finally let himself drop his facade. The age in his face there in a blink. The sag, the exhaustion, the pale cheeks, everything seemed to just scream defeat. He learned to hide his emotions very well, after the war. Broke your heart to know it. He was just so damn drained.

“Go and sit down. I’ll grab you a drink, and you can tell me about your day.” You offered, with a kiss to his cheek. Earned you a crooked smile, as that sounded delightful to him. To just take a minute to let it all soak in. Get his muscles undone.

Into the comfortable arm chair he went. Just leaning back into it, and letting himself melt for a moment. Get off his exhausted feet, and breathe. Your poor hubby. Some Fire Whiskey is needed, and many other little TLC’s.

You would return with the glass, and bottle, to be placed on the table next to him. Along came a kiss to his cheek, before you were sitting at his feet. Your head in his lap, as you hugged his legs. Showing all your attention was on him. Making sure he knew you were there.

“Where do I even start-?” He groaned, as he would take the drink in one swift swallow. The way he rubbed his temples told you it all. A rough day at the shop. Your poor hubby. Not a day where he could just be playful and himself. A bullshit day of bullshit and more bullshit.

He would soon ramble about the day, as he poured another glass. Talking on about the parents, as you would work on untying his shoes. Placing them aside, and smiling to yourself. One sock being orange with purple stripes, and the other purple with orange polka dots. Never change, George. Never change.

“Then she asked for a refund. She asked for a refund, on a love potion, because the person she gave it to didn’t fall in love with her. It made sense, until she explained that he used it as perfume. That’s not how it works, and for the love of Merlin-“ He rambled on, as you would soon massage at his aching feet.

“Damn that feels good-“ He groaned, as he leaned back. Whatever else he was trying to say was forgotten. Just the comfort of being pampered. Not something he was used to. He’s normally the one drowning you in affection. So, you pulled a sneaky. You pampered him because it made you feel better. Get rekt.

“Poor baby. I can feel the blisters already. Such a hard working man. Even with magic, you just have to keep busy.” You tsked, playfully, as you gave his foot a hug. Making him playfully push at your cheek with the socked appendage.

“Got a thing for feet or something, you freak?” He teases on, as you gave a playful bite at his foot. “Freak of nature-“ He scoffed, but you both laughed. Hypocrite he was. Have to be a weirdo to think you could become one of the richest men in the Gaelic isles from a joke shop. Then prove yourself right.

“You are to be blamed for it all.” You egged on, before you would snuggled between his legs. Your chin on his chair, and looking up at him. So much love and devotion, returned in your own gesture. Those big brown eyes. You could stare into them forever. So full of spark, even after so many years. They were still so full. Despite it all, he was alive. Both physically, and mentally.

“Gonna just stare at me all night? Not complaining-“ He would smirk, as he would sway his cup of whiskey. A satisfying buzz on his tongue, as you were happy he was relaxing. He needed it, and you were going to make sure he would get some good sleep tonight.

With a grab of your wand, you gave it a flick. Casted a silencing charm, and an alert charm as well. In case Freddy needed either of you, but also warn you so you don’t traumatize him with what you were about to do.

“I have other things in mind.” You winked, as he rose a brow. With the wand set aside, as you would kissed his thigh. Taunting him, as you would rub at his calves. Getting him to give a blissful hum, as he closed his eyes. Just enjoying being touched.

Just something slow, and gentle. That’s what he needed. He deserved it. To relax, and for you to pamper him. You both loved it. To flip the script, and enjoy each other’s company. To hear each others whispers, and blissful sighs.

“Let’s get you more comfortable.” You whispered, before starting to unzip his dress pants. The sigh of relief he gave, when you pulled them down, was just heaven to your ears. To admire the hard on forming in the orange fabric. You couldn’t help but kiss it, and appreciate it. The simple act of being aroused by someone he loved so much.

“Such a tease.” He muttered, as he enjoyed another lazy sip. Wasn’t something he normally did. Made him feel like some Head Of The House bullshit he hated. As being in a family of seven siblings, everyone played a roll. There was no real ‘boss’ of the family. Molly more so was the leader, than any boss. He hated the idea of hierarchy, but he knew you genuinely enjoyed these moments. Communication is sexy.

“Learned it from the best.” You winked, as he rolled his eyes. <SARCASTIC BITCH> He signed. Well, more so said Female Dog. Even with sign language, he was cheeky. You retaliated with a flip off. “Ah, how educated of you. I would think you were a pure blooded noble~” He fanned himself, making you snort into his thigh.

“Let me be sexy, for like two seconds-!” You begged, between your snorts. That had him laugh even more. It was hard to take things to serious, and that was wonderful. Most of the time. Just to be at a point that it’s just laughter, instead of awkward noises and averting eyes.

“Ok ok, be sexy. Go-“ He finger gunned, with a wink. That had you slap his thigh. “Gregory, please-!” Was just more laughter, as you tried to get back in the mood. Even if you couldn’t, the love of laughter was all that mattered. You loved how he found a way to make you laugh, no matter what. It was wonderful.

“Alright, I yield. Go on ahead. Be sexy.” He would fight his giggles, with another sip from his whiskey. Savoring the flavor, as to try and calm himself down. Along with not he sloshed, because he damn well wanted to enjoy the moment.

With your breathe caught, and tears wiped away, you were finally able to return to the prize. Had you biting your lip, as you admired it. After so many times, you still couldn’t help but get excited to. No matter the years.

You would tug down his underwear, and watched it spring to life. The groan of relief was sending a thrill down your spine, as he was able to get the relief of the air on his exposed cock. Chilling, but needed from the heat of the whiskey in his system.

“Now time for my drink.” You grinned, as you kissed the tip of his cock. A few gentle kisses down it, as it throbbed against your lips. Excited to be given attention. You were more than happy to give him such. Little kisses, up and down his dick. Just taking it easy, as he enjoyed the view.

“Wonder if I’ll be able to taste that whiskey….” You absentmindedly muttered, before you run your tongue up the side. That got him to shiver, as he would hold onto the chair. Just letting you take full control, as he enjoyed the buzz in his chest and groin.

He was just so cute. How his freckles looked like stars, on those roses cheeks. The way his eyelids fluttered, when you licked over his tip. How he bit his lip, when you gave attention to his balls. He had so many beautiful expressions. Who could resist a submissive man?

“Please…..” He almost whimpered, as he stayed a good boy. Keeping his hands firm on the arm rests, and letting you remain in charge. Good boys deserved rewards, and rewards were given to those good boys.

The head of his cock would slip past your lips, and he moaned in relief. The heat of his cock in your mouth was exciting, as his need for you was impossible to hide. How his heart was racing in your mouth, as you took more down.

“Fuck….Fuck that feels good-“ He moaned for you, as you looked up to him. How his face was even more flushed, and how his nose did its cute little scrunch. Oh how you loved when his nose would speak for him. Was just an adorable thing. Had you smile, as you would bob your head. Pulling out more moans of pleasure.

It was simple, like that. It didn’t always have to be complex. Nor hot and steamy. Sometimes, you just wanted to pamper your partner. Make love. Remind them how much you love them. Course, it’s also quite the bonus to hear all the sounds they made. Not distracted by the heat of the moment. All for you to enjoy.

After a while, you could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth. Had your eyes look up, and you could see the way he was trying to hold back. The way he was panting, with his pretty lips parted. His hair slightly a mess, and his eyes closed. Such beautiful lashes he had. Ever fluttering, when your rubbed your tongue over a vain.

He was close, and you wanted him to spill. Spill into your mouth, and watch him whimper your name. To breathe heavy, and drool ever so slightly. To just let all that tension leave his body, as you would take good care of him. Make sure he was cozy, and relaxed.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ His whimpers answered your prayers, as you would take him deep down your throat. Savoring the feeling, as his cock was spurting down it. Oh his moans were just the trumpets of heaven. How his chest heaved, and his stomach clenched. The way his head rolled back, and his mouth opened wider. You didn’t need to get off. That was your reward. A whimpering man.

With his high coming down, you would pull off from his cock. Happy to have swallowed it all, and even gave the tip a little peck. As a thanks. Thanks for giving you such a beautiful sight.

“That hit the spot.” He sighed, as you stood up. A gentle hand to brush his hair aside, as he kissed his cheek. Right on the scar, from when he lost his ear. A reminder you loved all of him. Every, last, inch.

“I better return the favor-“ He said, but you poked his nose. “In the morning, hm? Time for you to get some needed sleep.” You would hush, with another kiss to his cheek. That got a whine of protest, but he knew he was a bit tipsy. Best to enjoy the buzz, instead of risking a hang over.

With his pants and underwear taken off, he would strip off the rest of his exhausted clothes. Nothing a Accio for his sleep wear couldn’t fix. Into those comfy pajamas bottoms, and old shirts that once belonged to his older siblings.

The two of you would quickly give one last check to Freddy, seeing him peacefully asleep, before returning to your own bedroom. To go through your own sleep routine, before snuggling close. Yourself in one of his stolen shirts. Nothing more comfortable than that.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He asked, as he would play with your hair. “Exist.” You smirked, before he rolled his eyes. Regardless, those words meant a lot. It’s been such a burden to be a lonely twin, but you’ve made it easier. You made him alive.

“Love you, so much, jellybean.” He would give you a gentle kiss, and you returned it. Tucked under his chin you went, as he hugged you tighter. A squeeze of reassurance, as the sounds of late night Diagon soothed you both to sleep.

A simple night, but those were cherished all the same.

[wandascrush]

Meet cute

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nerves, money troubles, female reader, popular girls? A/N: In works to be a series, more parts soon! “I love you…but I will never stop hating you,” you practically whispered out the last line. The small phone booth you were in smelled like cigarettes and dust. You heard her breath on the other line, shakey. She said nothing. The endless rain created a waterfall on the glass windows, making your wife, Jamie, look like a blur of colors on the other side of the road, standing there with your two children. That was the last time you ever spoke to her. 

                     1954-Junior Year- NYC

     The first time you ever talked to Natasha was on the first day of Junior Year at Manhattan School for the Gifted. It was one of the most prestigious highschools in New York City and only few above a certain IQ were accepted. You were lucky enough to be above that IQ and be riding on a scholarship. You’d always seen her around the halls, classy, preppy, talking with her friends or teasing the poor boys that drooled over her (they didn’t stand a chance). Everyone knew her family, the Romanoffs, and her father, the head chief of the NYPD. To be frank, your opinion of her was nothing short of the rumors you’d been told- Natasha Romanoff was a rich bitch that only got into this school because of money. You know what they say, money makes the world go ‘round. So it shocked you when she gently tapped you on the shoulder as you were putting your books away in your locker, “Y/N right? I’m your locker buddy.” 

“Yeah, Y/N L/N. Pleased to meet you,” you felt weird about shaking her hand but there it was, awkwardly waiting for hers to shake back. Being forced to look at her also made you realize what pretty eyes she had, as if someone took the greenest pieces of the forest and made them into her soft orbs. 

She gently swatted your hand away, laughed, and pulled you into a soft hug, “I’m a hugger, silly.” The innocence of it genuinely touched you, and an unfamiliar feeling sprouted in your chest. That first day of Junior year, for whatever odd reason, she followed you around to break, lunch, and even got on the same bus as you after school, the fabric of her soft skirt rubbing up against your leg the entire ride home. As sweet as she was, the tension in the air was thick as you both knew her hanging around you was nothing short of unnatural. 

Yes, you were beautiful in your own right with big e/c eyes and soft skin, bouncy hair and sharp intelligence, and you could easily fit in with someone like Natasha- but your friend group wasn’t exactly popular. You were all working class girls who had to catch a job after school, instead of hang around the popular spots like some of the other kids in your grade. The girls that were able to hang out at the vinyl shop or at Joe’s burger spot didn’t let the difference between you and them go unnoticed- and most of those girls were Natasha’s friends.

Natasha rode your subway all the way to Brooklyn, where you worked at the corner bodega, your parents shop. Right before she followed you in, you turned around, “Uhm- sorry, Natasha. It’s not that I don’t want to be friends and all, but you’ve followed me a whole 45 minutes to my job just because?” You saw the way she bit her lip and hugged her played with her hair out of nervousness, “Well, I mean I do want to be friends, of course…but I also heard you were pretty good in the STEM area. Look, Mr. Stark has a project for us that he’s going to show at our end of the year fair and I don’t know shit about robotics. I was thinking…maybe you could help?” She looked at you with doe eyes and a little smirk after her rather colorful language that told you maybe there was more to this girl. Maybe. The way she talked to you was different too, not necessarily just friendly- and anything but cold. You shifted your weight to lean against the wall, contemplating her words. A part of you wanted to say no, but she slowly pulled a small little envelope out of her book bag. Your heart leaped at the thought of it being what you wanted most…cold, hard, cash. Cash that your family really needed.

“This is just a starting amount, is $85 a week okay? You could come over to my house maybe twice a week for a few hours and we can work on it.” “I’ll start Monday.”

Later that night, as you tied your hair into rollers and tucked yourself into your cozy bed, Natasha lied awake in bed as she thought about your interaction. Her mind replayed your smile, nervous laughter, and the way you made your friends laugh so hard at lunch that they cried. She wished she enjoyed her friends that much. Each time her eyes closed, your face popped up in her mind. The redhead started retracing your features like a picture. What was wrong with her? A warm feeling blossomed in the pit of her stomach, slowly working its way up to her chest- but she stopped it. Not again. Natasha Romanoff is completely normal, completely perfect…and completely straight.

[teddyeyeseddie]

To Hell I Go

Part One: Cheyenne

Bull Rider Steve Harrington x Reader

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(a/n: if im one thing im obsessed with cowboys so writing bull rider steve has been so much fun for my californian turned southern heart. also ,everyone say hello to @lofaewrites when you see her in this fic hehe! Also, if you can spot the zach bryan mentions throughout this series, ill kiss you bc I love that man)

Now Playing: Open The Gate

"Now I ain't never feared nothin

that was four legged and buckin

throw me on a hurricane

and I'll ride it til the coast”

He was a Harrington and if Harrington’s did anything, they earned their keep. Steve Harrington grew up on a ranch in eastern Texas, his dad never giving anything to him.  Summertime was filled with breaking horses and shoveling hay, Steve never knowing the fun in summer vacation. Winter brought cold mornings, Steve cursing his father at the crisp hour of 6am as he fed the horses. Harrington men were tough, their name well respected in the town. 

That was until Steve had something to do with it. While Steve earned his keep on the ranch, he was a wild one off of it. By the time he graduated highschool, Steve had sought out any and all adrenaline highs his small town had to offer. There weren’t enough cliffs for him to jump off of, there wasn’t a dirt bike that went fast enough, and there wasn't a horse that bucked hard enough to tame the fire that bloomed in Steve’s veins. 

He was 18 years old the first time he rode in his first rodeo. He lasted 6.6 seconds earning him a score of 72 . He came in second, going home with a medal and a gift card to the town’s local steak house. Once he started, he was hooked. The high he felt when he rode couldn’t touch any other feeling in the world. 

From the moment he came in first in his first competition, he was set off in a whirlwind of bulls, dirt and blood. He worked his way up the ranks, becoming the top bull rider in the country, going for 95.7 points to win the PBR national championship. 

“And here to present the awards for Jefferson’s Junior Rodeo, Steve “The Mudslinger” Harrington!” 

Steve takes the microphone, hand on his belt buckle as he begins to announce the scores and winners for the teenagers. 

The crowd cheers when Jamie Bounds is announced as the first place rider, he had become Steve’s protege, the two of them training when Steve was actually home. 

The Bounds family was intertwined with the Harrington’s, their families doing business together for several years. Jamie worked on the ranch in the summertime, Steve getting to watch him grow up into a well rounded 17 year old. 

“You did good out there, bud,” Steve’s hand comes to clasp Jamie’s shoulder, the smile on his face wide as the two walk towards Steve’s pick up. 

Steve drove a 1984 Chevy K10, he had fixed it up nice when he was 19. Despite his rise to fame in the bull riding world, he stayed humble, still driving and fixing up his beloved truck and even living with his family on their Ranch. When he was home, he worked the land and helped with the business aspects of running the largest ranch in northeastern Texas. 

Steve drops Jamie off at home, deciding to head home early instead of going to the local bar. He crept into the main house on the ranch, being careful as to not disturb his mother and father. He slips into his bedroom, immediately toeing off his boots and stripping himself of his dirt ridden clothes. His belt buckle hits the floor with a thud, Steve wincing at the loud sound. 

He pads into the bathroom, wetting a washcloth and wiping down his face and back of his neck. He contemplates a shower for a moment but decides it can wait until the morning. He brushes his teeth before making his way back to the bedroom and slipping into bed. 

The next morning, he showers and quickly gets dressed. He tucks in a plain black t shirt into his blue jeans, adjusting his belt and placing his hat on his head. He makes his way downstairs, the smell of coffee wafting into his nose. He approaches his kitchen and finds his mom and dad sitting at the kitchen table. Steve takes a seat beside his mother, reaching for the coffee pot as his mother pushes a mug in his direction. 

“Mornin’ Momma,” Steve leans over and places a kiss to her cheek before pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“Dad,” Steve simply says, his dad responding with a low grunt. He rolls his eyes, getting up from his spot at the table to grab a plate and dish up what his mom had cooked for the morning. 

The workers got there at 6 in the morning, Mom always having a hot meal ready for them every Saturday. It was a simple skeleton crew on the weekends, the real hard work coming during the week. 

“Are you going to watch the amateur rides today at the summertime rodeo?” his mom questions from her place at the table. 

“I’m thinking about it! I’m gonna go visit Eddie and Charlotte and then maybe I’ll head over there,” Steve responds as he leans against the counter, devouring the toast on his plate. 

Steve finishes his breakfast, bidding his mom and dad goodbye before making his way out to his truck. He loads up, peeling out on the gravel as he makes it onto the main road.

He pulls into Eddie’s driveway, a small craftsman that Eddie and Charlotte put a lot of love into. The front garden had just been redone, the two of them bickering over what flowers to plant this year. Steve had finally had enough and picked the flowers himself the day he came over to help. 

His boots thud as he walks up the stairs, softly knocking on the door. Charlotte answers shortly after, a baby on her hip as she swings the door open. 

“Harrington! I didn’t know you were back in town,” she exclaims, drawing him into a hug with the arm that isn’t supporting Crue. 

Steve ruffles Crue’s hair as he walks through the front door. 

“Lottie babe, who is here this damn early?” Eddie shouts from the living room, Steve rounding the corner, coming into Eddie’s view. 

“Well I’ll be damned, Steve “The Mudslinger” Harrington! In the flesh!” Eddie gets up from his place on the couch, extending his hand to Steve in order to pull him into a bear hug. Eddie pats him a few times on the back before pulling away. 

“What brings you into town? Weren’t you just down in Tampa riding in a competition?” Eddie questions as he directs Steve to the couch, the two of them sit down, Lottie’s eyes silently telling the both of them to not put their dirty boots on her coffee table. 

“Yeah, I don't have another competition til next month. Riding in Cheyenne’s “Daddy of em All”.” Eddie nods, looking to lottie. 

“Honey, could you bring me and Steve here some sweet tea?” he bats his eyelashes at her. She hands Crue off to him before turning on her heels towards the kitchen. 

“You talked to your daddy about taking over the ranch?” Eddie asks as he tries to distract Crue from pulling on his hair. 

“No, don’t really want to yet. I’m at the top of my career and there’s no way I’m slowing down or settling down, no offense,” he says, motioning to Crue. 

“None taken, but how much more exhilarating can it get? I mean one time on Ajax and I was good. Half the bulls you ride would have killed me. ” Eddie says as Charlotte comes back in with two glasses of sweet tea. She takes Crue back, trudging back to his room in order to put him down for a nap. 

“Wanna go to nationals again, won’t turn down the invite to worlds this time if I win,” Steve reveals, taking a sip of his sweet tea. His eyebrows raise as it touches his tongue, looking to Eddie. 

“Right? Lo makes the best sweet tea in Jefferson,” Eddie says as he takes a whopping gulp of his own drink. 

“Anyways, regionals this year. To Hell I Go is going to be there,” 

“To Hell I Go?”

“That’s the name of the bull,” 

Eddie and Steve fall into easy conversation after that. They talk about how Eddie’s job at the Ranch has been. Steve got in late Wednesday and spent all day Thursday preparing Jamie for his competition that night, he barely had time to even say hi to Eddie. 

The two finish their sweet tea, Steve checks his watch and sees he has been visiting with Eddie for 2 hours. He decides he better leave if he wants to make it to the start of the amateur competition. He bids Eddie and Charlotte goodbye, stepping out into the blistering Texas sun. 

It’s times like this where Steve wishes his pick-up had air conditioning. Steve gets in his truck, rolling down the driver side window and backing out of Eddie’s driveway. 

He makes his way into town, the wind blowing in his hair as he hums along to the radio. He pulls up to the corral in less than 15 minutes, pulling into a grass lot where volunteers are instructing cars as to where to park. 

That’s when Steve has to slow down. Right ahead of him, walking towards his truck is a girl he’s never seen before. Her sundress skims her thighs, glowing skin glistening in the sun, hair kept up by a pair of raybans. His stomach does flips when she laughs, his mind short circuiting as he drives. As fast as she appeared she was gone, mixing in with the group of spectators that were walking towards the event center. 

Steve pulls into a spot beside a jeep, jumping out of his truck before making his way to the corral. He knows the people working the ticket booth, the pair allowing him to walk right in without paying. He stuffs a 50 in their tip bucket, smiling at them as he walks inside. He gets stopped a few times on his way to his seat, little boys and dads in awe when they see The Mudslinger in person. He takes a few photographs and signs a few baseball caps before he is set free by the group of children and men. 

He watches as 15 men try their hand at lasting on their respective bull. The ride of the night being Big Tex. He lasted for a whopping 8 seconds on the bull Ajax, a known rough rider around Jefferson. Steve had once lasted for 10 on the same bull but who's keeping track? (He is) 

He meets up with Big Tex after awards, Steve slapping him on the back as he pulls him into a hug. 

“That was some great riding out there, Franklin.” Steve says with a sly grin. 

Big Tex puts him in a headlock, Steve groaning as he tries to get out. The two roughhouse for a bit until they finally calm down. 

“You’re back in town so soon? Shouldn’t you be out celebrating your big win?” Big Tex asks as he takes off his gloves, throwing them down on the bed of his truck. 

“Had to get home. Got a big business meeting coming up with the Bounds, had to be there for it. Plus, didn’t wanna miss the summertime rodeo,” Steve jumps up on the bed of Big Tex’s truck, reaching behind him in a cooler in order to pull out a beer. 

“Wait wait wait, for old times sake?” Big Tex stops him, holding up his key in a silent suggestion. 

“Oh fuck yeah,” Steve agrees. Big Tex hands Steve his key, Steve puncturing the bottom of the beer can, tilting it up so as to not spill any of the contents. Big Tex does the same, the two of them carefully knocking their cans together in a “cheers” before expertly shotgunning their respective beers. 

Steve gets home that night thanks to a buddy who stayed sober, the man dropping him off at his front porch. Steve stumbles in, loudly opening the screen door, it ends up slamming shut behind him, he prays it hasn't woken up his parents. Steve finally gets the door all locked before he makes his way upstairs, his boots clunking up each step. 

Steve sleeps peacefully that night, the alcohol running through his blood aiding in his slumber.

[ummick]

How Skydiving Keeps Mick Schumacher Sharp

Mick Schumacher spends his free time jumping out of planes. He's notched up a staggering 1,600 jumps, and it helps him keep race sharp, having been something he "shared with his dad"

Mick Schumacher's demeanour changes the moment I pick up on one of his answers to my questions. I asked him how he likes to spend his free time and, among the usual responses of being in the gym and cycling, there was one extracurricular activity that caught my attention. "I also like skydiving," he says rather casually as we chat during the Canadian Grand Prix. Schumacher has underplayed the term "like," as he goes on to explain how much jumping out of a plane has formed part of his life. The former Haas driver, who remains hopeful of returning to Formula 1, tells Motorsport.com excitedly about his hobby: "My first skydive, if I remember right, I was eight or nine years old. It was obviously a tandem jump. Basically, going up, I did not really like it so much, and then my sister did it and I was like, 'Damn, if my sister could do it, now I have to do it.' So I jumped out with my eyes closed, but I loved it so much I went back up again straight away. When I was old enough I went out on my own; that was when I was sixteen. I have 1,600 jumps now and have a licence." Schumacher says his adrenaline-fueled pastime, which is also enjoyed by Lewis Hamilton and the two have skydived together, also allows him to improve his training as a racing driver. He explains: "It's not only an opportunity for me to get to know my body better; you have this ordination of feet, hands, body, head and eyes, and what they do. It gives you an idea of what to do when racing, but it also gives you knowledge about weather and winds. Sometimes you might get pushed into a peculiar position, so you have to act quickly. That, I knew how to do from racing, but it helps to emphasise it time and again, especially when you have no security around you like in a race car. I love doing it because it was something I shared with my dad." After a frustrating stint at Haas, Schumacher now finds himself as a reserve driver for Mercedes and competing in the World Endurance Championship with Alpine. His performance at this year's Le Mans 24 Hours was cut short, as both Alpine hypercars suffered engine problems after just six hours and were both forced to retire. Nonetheless, he says his experience with another team and racing in the WEC is allowing him to become a more rounded driver. He hopes that his time with Alpine and working with Mercedes will allow him to find a route to return to F1 after just two seasons at the back of the grid with Haas, where he did not have the chance to impress. Citing that he has a lot still to prove and a desire to silence his critics, he added: "Working with Alpine is an opportunity for a team on the F1 grid to get to know me better. It allows me to be a more rounded driver and try different disciplines, because it could give me [a better chance]. Even if it is an extra one percent, it could help me. Someone with my background now, I would be able to bring value to a team. You have to go through tough times to prove what you're made of, but I can walk into the paddock and still have a smile and be motivated. I will continue trying until I succeed, and I don't see any reason to give up. My focus is to get back to F1. That has been my dream since childhood and I will not give up on it. I still have a lot to prove. A lot of people who know me have seen it in the junior categories, but then those who only know me at Haas have not seen it. There is a lot I want to prove wrong for judging me. I don't think I need to go out and hand in a CV-people have seen what I have done-but what is not known is how I work internally, because that's kept behind shut doors. If people knew how hard I was working, it would make their mind up in a different way."

[droptoeholdyourhorses]

The Best Friends Deserve Bester

Chuck Taylor and Trent Beretta have been teaming together as The Best Friends since August 2013. In January 2014, they won PWG's Dynamite Duumvirate Tag Team Title Tournament, becoming number one contenders to the PWG World Tag Team Championship. They lost their subsequent challenge against The Young Bucks at Mystery Vortex II. The only other time Chuck and Trent have competed for those titles was at 2019's Hand of Doom where they lost to The Rascalz. What that means is that out of seven teams who won the PWG DDT4 between 2007 and 2015, The Best Friends are the only ones to have never held the PWG World Tag Team Championship.

Alright, well maybe they had better luck in NJPW. Trent's a four-time IWGP Junior Heavyweight Tag Team Champion with Rocky Romero. If Roppongi Vice can succeed, then I'm sure The Best Friends can... come fourth in the B Block in the 2017 World Tag League and finish eighth overall in the 2018 League.

No, that make sense. Best Friends as a team have always been predominantly American based. What about their ROH run in 2017? I know they had a few title matches there.

Loss vs. The Young Bucks in ROH World Tag Team Championship tornado three way match at Best in the World 2017 (also featured War Machine)

Loss vs. Kenny Omega & The Young Bucks in ROH Six Man Tag Team Championship match at Global Wars 2017 Day 3 (teamed with Flip Gordon)

Loss vs. Kenny Omega & The Young Bucks in ROH Six Man Tag Team Championship match on ROH Wrestling Episode #326 (teamed with Rocky Romero)

Loss vs. Motor City Machine Guns in ROH World Tag Team Championship match at Final Battle 2017

Ok, enough messing around. Let's get into the AEW run. Orange Cassidy has done a great job as International Champion. Kris Statlander is enjoying a good reign as TBS Champion. How have Chuck and Trent done?

Win vs. SCU and Private Party at Fyter Fest 2019 to advance to All Out for an opportunity at a first round bye in the AEW World Tag Team Championship tournament (good start)

Loss vs. Dark Order at All Out 2019 (who needs a first round bye anyway?)

Loss vs. SCU in first round of AEW World Tag Team Championship tournament (ah, that bye would have been handy)

Loss vs. Kenny Omega & Adam Page in a Number One Contender's Fatal Four Way (also featured The Young Bucks and Proud & Powerful) (got four-and-a-half stars from Dave Meltzer)

Loss to The Young Bucks in a Number One Contender's Battle Royal (not gonna list all the other teams)

Win vs. Private Party in a Number One Contender's match at Double Or Nothing 2020 (that's more like it)

Win vs. Chris Jericho & Sammy Guevara to remain number one contenders (yes, go on lads!)

Loss vs. Kenny Omega & Adam Page in AEW World Tag Team Championship match on Dynamite: Fyter Fest 2020 Day 1 (ah, damn it)

Loss to FTR in Number One Contender's Gauntlet match (again, not gonna list all the other teams)

Win vs. Proud & Powerful in a Parking Lot Fight (FIVE STARS BAYBEE!)

Loss to reDRagon in a Number One Contender's Battle Royal (AEW love them some battle royals)

Loss to The Young Bucks in a Number One Contender's Casino Tag Team Royale (this was literally the week after the previous battle royal)

Win w/Orange Cassidy vs. The Trustbusters in first round of AEW Trios Championship tournament (ooo, promising)

Loss w/Orange Cassidy vs. Adam Page & Dark Order in semi-final of AEW Trios Championship tournament (never mind, I guess)

Loss w/Orange Cassidy vs. Death Triangle for vacant AEW Trios Championship (can't tell me they shouldn't have won this one given PAC was already All-Atlantic Champion at the time)

Loss w/Orange Cassidy vs. Death Triangle in AEW Trios Championship match (one day lads, one day)

Loss w/Orange Cassidy to AR Fox & Top Flight in $300,000 Three Kings Christmas Casino Trios Battle Royal (we're really taking the piss now with these battle royals)

Loss to Jay Lethal & Jeff Jarrett in Revolution Tag Team Battle Royal (they were literally the runners up in this one, come on)

Loss w/Orange Cassidy vs. House of Black in AEW Trios Championship match (stop teasing me)

Loss vs. Aussie Open in IWGP Tag Team Championship match (they could have had a Japan run after all)

Loss w/Bandido vs. House of Black in AEW Trios Championship match (Bandido's cool but surely it's gotta be Orange for the eventual trios run)

Loss vs. Aussie Open in ROH World Tag Team Championship Fatal Four Way at ROH Death Before Dishonor 2023 (also featured Lucha Bros and The Kingdom) (another big win coming any day now)

Loss vs. Jon Moxley & Claudio Castagnoli in Parking Lot Brawl (four-and-a-half stars for the Parking Lot sequel)

Win w/Orange Cassidy, Eddie Kingston & Penta vs. Jon Moxley, Claudio Castagnoli, Wheeler Yuta, and Proud & Powerful in Stadium Stampede at All In 2023 (the biggest of big wins, another four-and-a-half stars)

Loss to Dark Order in ROH Number One Contender's Battle Royal (great way to follow up that momentum after All In)

Loss to The Righteous in ROH Number One Contender's Fatal Four Way (also featured The Hardys and The Kingdom) (again, great follow up)

Obviously there's been more matches in between the ones I highlighted. The Best Friends have had some good moments here and there but overall, it feels like there's been missed opportunities. No follow up after the initial Parking Lot Brawl. No Trios Championship run. Lost in the shuffle again following All In.

The Best Friends deserve bester.

[relatableblorbopoll]

Round 1 of preliminaries, group 6

The first two places get a place on the bracket

Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket

propaganda under the cut

Jesper Fahey (Six of Crows)

No Propaganda

Crowley (Good Omens)

"He's gender. He's been in love with one guy for literally 6000 years and then royally fucks up his entire confession. He yells at his plants. He drapes himself over every fucking surface he sits on. He walks like *that*. He just fuckin makes sounds sometimes. He's me fr."

Dave Strider (Homestuck)

"everything that can be said about Dave's relatability will probably sound redundant, clichéd, or overdone if you are at all familiar with tumblrs sort of blorbo culture. this is exactly why he should be in this tournament.

stop me if you think that you've heard this one before: he hides his genuine emotions behind a persona, deflects sincerity with jokes, but also has a deep desire for validation and connection, so that his persona has many cracks where little bits of his true self slip through. deeply insecure, compares himself to others. a defeatist streak, avoids responsibility. does not wish to be troubled by The Horrors. he just wants to hang out and do his lil creative hobbies (making music and drawing comics). talks a lot to the point of being pretty awkward, rambling, and accidentally saying stuff he shouldnt.

all these things I think tend to resonate deeply with a lot of people, especially on Tumblr - that "person who is insecure and struggles with emotional openness so copes by making jokes" sort of trope, it's just like kin bait (affectionate). he also has a complicated relationship with gender which I know many find relatable (shout out to the "Dave homestuck was my trans awakening" homies) but whether it's about figuring out gender or sexuality or trauma or the apocalypse or anything else, Dave comes at it with an initial, learned, fear and reluctance that I think a lot of people have experienced, because it's very human and very much a part of many readers experiences (we live in a society). but he's always good, and likeable and that makes for a very important sort of relatable character. very comforting. even if he's a mess and he's an idiot you can believe he can get to something better, and you can watch him develop and grow.

also, I think he's extremely relatable because he never really knows what's going on in the comic either. I mean, that's gonna be relatable to most people Vis a vis homestuck. he's confused and he just wants to vibe and make his friends laugh. WHO AMONG US cannot relate?? I do not believe you if you say no.

I wrote too much and got way too weird about it. I'm sorry it's late I'd edit down but I really don't have the brain capacity.. which is very Dave core of me actually"

Junior (Total Drama Presents: The Ridonculous Race)

"i relate to him a lot because his whole character is being embarrassed of his dad who tries too hard to be cool, but still loves him anyways. that is literally me"

Kim Dokja (Omnicient Reader's Viewpoint)

"kim dokja. oh kim dokja. so, without going into spoilers too much, kim dokja is very much a character you are expected to relate to and it makes the novel DEVASTATING. here's just a few things about him: - he is obsessed with a particular piece of media, and finds comfort in it when real life doesn't give him any. he's constantly thinking about it and defending it and trying to recommend it to other people (even though no one else bothers reading it, because it is an objectively bad 3000-chapter webnovel). even beyond that one novel, he's been using fiction as an escape for just about his entire life, something that rings true for a lot of people, especially in the modern world. - he struggles with socializing with other people. the first chapter alone gave me so much second hand embarrassment. it's so real but god it's So bad. he has zero friends and has that sort of loneliness where you're miserable but you can't really bring yourself to feel anything but resigned to it. in general he is just very Resigned to his unfortunate life and can't fully understand or accept it when it finally does get better - he has a complicated relationship with his mother. it's the kind of relationship where the parent genuinely does love their child, but they fail to give them what they need & have to accept that they hurt their kid and that they cannot be the most important person in their life. it's certainly not a universal experience but those sorts of parent-child relationships are woefully common but scarcely acknowledged -the insecurity. god there is so much insecurity in that man. it's hard to even completely tell it's there at first, because it's so ingrained in how he thinks that you don't question it until you know more about his character and suddenly it's all too apparent. he cannot believe that he can be loved (or, if that he can be, that they certainly would not be able to love all of him, only what he chooses to show them), and is selfless but like. the literal meaning of the word, where he will throw away all of his being for the people he loves. in general there is a lot of sacrifice as a love language which like. while i'm not off around throwing myself in front of magic death beams for people or anything i sure would give up everything i could if it meant helping the people i love - ok enough of that. here's some funny things i can relate to. the guy meets his favorite fictional blorbo and instead of worshipping him instead he bullies him constantly and internally complains about how unbearable he is both in the book and in real life. it's like a "i love my blorbo. i would not last 2 seconds in a room with him." You know. he gets so caught up in his fanon characterizations and biases about characters that he completely mischaracterizes them like constantly. he literally kills a guy half because he was his least favorite character. -this is a poll about blorbo relatability. therefore i must mention that kim dokja too related to his blorbo (or at least attempted to) and what is more relatable than that. anyways. kdj made me realize far too much about myself and is by far the most i have ever related to a character (and i Hate it). and tumblr would definitely relate to him too so :thumbs-up:"

"(SPOILERS) He is literally all of us. Reader. Just some guy. And then insane tragic backstory. But he’s also just some guy. He’s special and also just a guy. He’s also god. He can be shipped w anyone. He has versatility and interests and motivations. He also never tells anyone anything ever. He is so me."

"He reads a trashy, long-ass novel as a coping mechanism and doesn't think he's capable of being loved. Bro dissociates when he's emoting too much."

"I'm a homestuck fan, a Dave Strider fan even Never heard of Omnicient Reader's before Voted for the kim fellow because judging by the propaganda it looks like he himself would be a homestuck reader therefore making him more relatable than the homsetuck character himself"

"This guy’s been my companion since I was 11, I’ve grown up with Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint and I think that’s pretty funny since he grew up with Ways of Survival (the 3149 chapter novel) and therefore I’m straight up mirroring him. I, too, scare everyone off by being too enthusiastic whenever the webnovel is brought up! His insecurities are severe but I do see myself in some parts of him (which is worrying but whatever.) He is absolutely The Guy Ever. Utterly pathetic wet cat of a man. I love him. He represents the crazy fandom tumblrina in all of us."

Donutella (Tokidoki)

"she's made of donuts basically like me at this point"

[likeadeuce]

Challengers Fic, WIP Wednesday, Art and Tashi in their Friend Zone era

“I don’t want to get on a plane tomorrow and then never talk to you again,” Art said.

Tashi waited for the rest of it, the I know this is crazy and totally unexpected but if this is going to be our last night, what if we slept together, just for the beautiful memory.

She’d had the same conversation the night before she left high school for good, to play Juniors at the Aussie Open and train fulltime and home-school. With that guy, who didn’t matter, she’d barely had a hint he was interested that way before that night when he started kissing her -- and also she’d said yes because she was sixteen and a dumb virgin who was tired of being a dumb virgin. Compared to that guy Art might as well have had “stupid in love with Tashi Duncan” screenprinted on a T-shirt, and she’d indulged it and now she was going to have to say no and make both of them feel shitty.

“Come to Europe with me'" he said. Now that was crazy and totally unexpected. “After your exams. My folks rented a place in Mallorca for two weeks -- huge place, lots of room, and I’ll probably lose in the first round, and then Dad will want to take me deep sea fishing or something so we can be really masculine at each other and he can decide if he thinks I count as a person yet.”

“So I should ditch my plans and fly around the world to save you from the specter of male bonding. He shrugged, and she admitted, “Your mom already kind of invited me. When we were emailing about the photos for your slide show. Or, more like, she assumed I was coming, but possibly she thought I was your assistant.”

“Oh, Jesus,” he said. ��See? Save me from having to be alone with these people. I’ll still mostly be training, and we can hit together, whatever you feel up to. Play some golf, go to the beach and eat olives and chorizo and -- what do they have? Flan? I can watch enviously while you eat the flan. Then we’re doing a few days of Wimbledon, I won’t make qualifiers yet but my agent and my marketing rep are supposed to introduce me around to industry people and you’ve definitely got a better head for all that than I do.”

Art had picked his agent and his marketing rep after a two hour phone call with Tashi’s father, who had been researching the best people to guide his baby girl since she was nine years old. Tashi was supposed to be on the call, too, but five minutes in, she fake-remembered a study group she couldn’t miss and went back to her room to take a few tequila shots and cry.

“You’d be doing me a favor,” Art said.

Tashi considered it for a moment. She really did. Sunshine and good food and the game she still wanted to love, sitting in the player’s box for a good-looking boy with a sky’s the limit future, sharing little jokes and secret looks and eventually, finally, falling into his bed because, Jesus, if he kept looking at her like that, she would forget all the reasons she knew that bed was a bad idea. Especially when the main reason was, simply, that he liked her too much.

“I would not be doing you a favor,” she said. “Because you know damn well what you’re talking about is girlfriend shit, and I’m not your girlfriend.”

She was ready for him to say No No No, that wasn't what he meant, they were friends, European beaches and shacking up with his family were just normal things friends did.

Instead, Art answered fast, with a broad grin that would let it be a joke if it had to be a joke. “Fortunately, that’s a fixable problem. Be my girlfriend.” For the first time in a long time, she saw the brash kid who had tried to get her number that night at the party, to hell if someone else wanted it, he had just as good a claim as anyone, and tonight it was even true. National champion with a face TV cameras would love and a body to kill for, and world number one in Being There for Tashi Duncan and never complaining about the Friend Zone of it all.

Art couldn’t keep up the bravado long enough for her to say no. His grin froze, then crumbled and he looked at the ground. “You don’t have to say it, Tashi. But I figured I needed to try.”

“If it helps at all, even if it weren’t for everything else --” She swallowed. “I couldn’t take being around all that tennis right now.”

[alwaysalreadyangry]

im the very normal kind of person who has started writing silly challengers media fic in the form of fake podcast transcripts

Kat: I was texting with Jake earlier and he’s been doing some real internet sleuthing, I thought he was meant to be on vacation this week — I hoped you’d some sun! But yeah I did catch the latest Art Donaldson updates, that gutting loss… it seemed like he just stuttered out there, like he lost his confidence, usually that kind of thing just wouldn’t have happened before he took time out for injury, he was on top of the world — and look, I know he’s your boy. I know you worry about him. So what have you got for me?

Jake: I just — I was honestly surprised to see Art taking a wildcard to New Rochelle, playing a challengers tournament at all honestly, and I did some digging, and it looks like the only other player of note in the whole thing is his former partner from boys‘ junior doubles in the US open — that’s a mouthful — which they won by the way, back in ‘06. Only for Art to lose to him in the singles final the next day. Looks like they haven’t ever met professionally before though — which isn’t that surprising when you see that the other guy, uh a player named Patrick Zweig, has never achieved much higher in singles than like… a ranking of 100 in his whole pro career, which is going on for thirteen years long now. A journeyman on the tour for sure. He’s had a few giant killer moments — he beat Djokovic in the second round at Wimbledon in ‘09, which might be how some of our longtime listeners can remember the name, I vaguely remember that? And he made to the fourth round of that tournament before getting eliminated by Tommy Haas in a lengthy tiebreak. Pretty heartbreaking if you want to dive into the archives on that one. And he got to round two or three in the US Open that same year, getting beaten by your boy Del Potro on his way to the win.

Kat: that year! that’s why i love tennis!

Jake: Makes me wonder if Tashi — is she looking for a new hitting partner for Art on tour? How long is this guy Zweig going to stay it out as a pro? He’s not getting any younger, and he has these connections that not every player down in the rankings has. Or did Tashi just think a change would be good? Something to ease him back in a bit better… after that brutal injury and the surgery he’s still coming back from? What better way to get back into the love of it all again? Right? To remind you, uh, what it feels like to win? Old friends meeting again, for the first time? Maybe it’ll make him think of what it felt like to be eighteen and golden and untouchable after winning that first trophy. I mean though he — like I said he lost to his friend the next day. I don’t know. Maybe he’s going to rewrite an old hurt, you know? Or he’s just going to rebuild his game with the people he’s known longest. Ah maybe I’m just feeling sentimental and seeing patterns where there aren’t any. But let’s keep an eye on what happens. Could be fun to see if they meet in that final.

Kat: oh for sure. I know how much you love to keep on everything that boy does.

Jake: yeah yeah, just you wait. He’s going to come back big.

[delightfulcollectivetyphoon]

SHADOWS FOLLOW PART 1

header by @xxbimbobunnyxx

here's a lil snippet of the fic, i want to turn this into a series, please tell me what u think!! feedback, constructive or not, is always appreciated!!!

not requested but i noticed this site could use more current!james smut and idk js a little side project. it will feature priest!james :3

This fic contains dark religious themes.

cws: past religious trauma

The dead eyes of Reverend Sonners were burned into your memory. Your nightmares were about him. Him and his cult, marketed as a "community of God." So desperate to fit in with her peers, Mother had uprooted the family's lives to move to a "Christain utopia," as the brochure put it. New house, new neighbors, new expectations. The community had made you feel unsafe from the very start, when you learned that you weren't allowed to leave. It was gated, only the clergymen granted access to the outside world. Reverend Sonners made monthly rounds through the neighborhood with his assistants, "cleansing" his followers' homes. Every Sunday, you were made to confess your sins, big and small. Even the pettiest offense earned you work time, slaving away in the cathedral while your classmates and friends were outside, or perhaps in lessons. Your spirit was tamed from the very minute you set foot into the community. Knowledge of the outside world was scarce, and even those who could recall the faintest glimmer were isolated and punished. Every night, your mother would hold you as you wept. Every night she would read to you from her Bible. Father's approach to your insubordination was much viler. Your friends pointed out your bruises, curious as to how you got them.

"I tripped."

"It's the lighting."

"I can't see anything."

Your siblings received the same "tough love," as Mother put it. Until your little brother had tackled the Reverend and unlocked the gates. Until the police finally figured out what was going on. You remembered that day. You fell to your knees outside the gates, weeping. The world was bigger now, freer. You were put into a foster system with your siblings, finding refuge with a kind old couple, unable to have their own children. You had loved them with your whole heart. Moving day was a bittersweet goodbye; you excited to experience the world, them sad to see you do it by yourself.

Here you stood, a cultured, matured, and independent woman. Broken and built up again. Healed enough return to return to your religious beliefs, no matter how soiled they were in your youth. Church 3 times a month, a Bible on your bookshelf, and a cross around your neck. You weren't going to let your past get in the way of what mattered to you.

The RSVP came in a plain white envelope, making you suspect it was just another bill. You only realized what it was when you recognized the stamp. Your sister developed a stamp-collecting hobby after the community. This was part of her collection, a sign that this envelope was important. You used your freshly painted nail to open it, overjoyed when a wedding invitation slid out. A lacey graphic framed the card, picture of your sister and her fiancé, a carpenter named Paul. He was a high school friend, one of the very first people you and your sister made friends with when you enrolled in your very first non-religious school. He didn't seem to mind your past traumas and was always a shoulder to cry on, especially for Beth, your sister. After 2 years of friendship, you saw the two kiss on the swings in the backyard, and it was a blur from there. Paul had tried to set you up with a classmate during your junior year, but you two just didn't click. It was a kind gesture, however, cementing yours and Paul's relationship. You were ecstatic that they were taking their relationship one step further. You knew how fragile your sister was, receiving the short end of the stick in the community. Abused by the clergymen from the young age of 12, you were afraid she would never trust another man again, but she obviously found solace in Paul, which you were proud of her for. You skimmed the invitation before calling out to Erica, your roommate and best friend.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (21-27 Apr 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😊 rounding third, sliding home. (througheden) - 68K, enjoyable steddie AU with pro baseball player Steven & massage therapist Eddie

🥰 Daddy Issues (His Boy Next Door #39) (RJ Moray) - reread; just a big fan of Jack & Channon & their ongoing story!

🥰 Common Ground (His Boy Next Door #40) (RJ Moray) - LOVE that Jack & Ewan are finding some common ground - really love that this series is showing how two people who don't particularly care for each other can work to find connection for the sake of the people they DO love

😍 ACT-verse series (ann_anotherthing) - truly outstanding series about middle-aged Steddie getting a 2nd chance romance after their first one flamed out 25 yrs earlier. Full series is 117K but it starts with A Certain Type (54K), which is a fully complete story with satisfying HEA - the rest are flashback fics or wonderfully indulgent epilogue/vignettes, full of fluffy and delicious porn. The author confesses to basically turning them into her middle-aged OCs but 1) I think her projections of their characters in middle-age with these particular life experiences seem reasonably plausible and more importantly 2) I don't fucking care because this story and these characters (main & supporting) are AMAZING.

💖💖 +227K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

When you stop being a ghost in a shell (Bittersweet_in_Boston) - MCU: Stucky, 12K - Hydra finds Steve in 1952 & then they have The Asset and The Captain. Except they really should have known better than to ever let them see one another.

Where the Sunflowers Grow (AidaRonan) - Stranger Things: Buckingham, 30K - incredible Chrissy recovery fic with bonus Buckingham. Just. So Fucking Good.

Early Returns (rageprufrock) - Inception: Arthur/Eames, 15K - fabulous AU where Arthur's an editor who has everything on lock, dammit & Eames is a reporter who wants to mess him up. Also the newsroom is nothing but a high-pressure high school when it comes to gossip.

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Murdoch Mysteries - s16, e14-20

Um, Actually - s9, e5; s1, e3, 4, 6-20

Game Changer - s6, e6

Smartypants - s1, e1

Ghosts (US) - s3, e9

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Untapped Rage" (s21, e16)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Honor the Cock" (s16, e16)

Dead Boy Detectives - s1, e1-3

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #13: Of the Gentle Sea

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep13 "Of the Gentle Sea"

Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #14: There is an Ocean Vaster Than This One

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep14 "There is an Ocean Vaster Than This One"

99% Invisible - The Power Broker #04: Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez

What Next: TBD - The Internet Archive Endangered

⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Tree Week: A Tasty Tale about Meyer Lemons

⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Tree Week: Love Letters

The Sporkful - Priya Krishna Writes The Kids Cookbook She Wished She'd Had

The Allusionist - 193. Word Play 3: Lemon Demon

WikiHole - Cicadas…LIVE (with Matt Rogers, Carl Tart and Claudia O'Doherty)

In Defense of Fandom - Season 2 Episode 3: Fanfiction fixit data

Vibe Check - Her Mediocrity Cannot Touch Me

Code Switch - How Jewish Communities Are Divided Over Support of Israel

Short Wave - Beavers Can Help With Climate Change. So How Do We Get Along?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Tree Week: Oh, the places you will go …. to see these notable trees

⭐ Decoder Ring - Making Real Music for a Fake Band

Ologies with Alie Ward - Columbidology (PIGEONS? YES) Part 2 with Rosemary Mosco

All Songs Considered - Cruel songs for the cruelest month

Pop Culture Happy Hour - What Makes A Good Sex Scene?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Tree Week: Killer Trees with Mary Roach

Shedunnit - Agatha Christie's Many Houses

⭐ 99% Invisible #579 - Towers of Silence

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat: Sound and Music Talkback Extravaganza: The Sound and the Fury: Music is All Around Us Volume 1

Dear Prudence - My love language with friends is touch, but it makes my partner jealous. Help!

Worlds Beyond Number - Fireside Chat for Chapter 1 of The Wizard the Witch and the Wild One

⭐ Endless Thread - The Jackie Show

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for LEVELING UP (1 to 2)

Today, Explained - Honey, We Saved the Bees

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - Renée Elise Goldsberry

⭐ Hit Parade - The Bridge: What Made Them Beautiful

History Is Sexy - Episode #86 - Napoleon III

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

'80s Pop Party

Village People radio

[mayday505]

BSD Figure skating AU !!!

I've had this idea bouncing round my head for so long because I skate and i need the drama of the sport as the main plotline in the fic for ONCE instead of romance so HERE WE GO:

Also some context before i go; this is written BEFORE the ISU raised the age limit for seniors from 15 to 17, so this will reflect that. In this AU, it is based loosely off both current skaters and former skaters, ill make another post about who each character is modelled after, BUT the time periods these skaters are from fluctuate from now all the way back to 2014, so in this AU the only quads that have been landed by men are 4 toeloop and Salchow, and none in the womans. COOL NOW ON WITH THE RAMBLE!!!!

Dazai Osamu, prodigy figure skater under infamous coach Mori Ougai. He, alongside his teammate, friend and rival Nakahara Chuuya, sweep Juniors for their first two seasons, with Dazai winning every competition he enters.

Commentators and experts describe him as the future of figure skating and claim he has a talent that can't be trained. This includes very limited amounts of pre-rotation despite Mori's way of coaching (which teaches his skaters to rotate from the back instead of the hips), incredible artistry, and beautiful spins

Both him and Chuuya are tagged to be the two most likely contenders for the gold medal in the next olympic cycle, which as of their first junior season, is 3 years away, over current senior world champion and current 2 time Olympic Gold medallist Dostoyevsky and the Japanese National Champion at the time, Edogawa Ranpo.

Two years later, in their first senior season, Dazai becomes the youngest Japanese man to complete the grand slam, winning every competition he entered, beating out Fyodor by a heavy margin

This all points towards Dazai being the next olympic champion and subsequently he qualifies for the national team.

The next season starts out strong when he once again takes the GPF gold, and then wins again at the japanese nationals

At the olympics, Dazai is chosen twice for the Team event, making history by breaking multiple records and acquiring the gold for the team. Everything points to him sweeping the individual event the next week.

However, in the days before the individual event, a japanese news outlet reports that Dazai had failed a drug test during Nationals earlier that year.

At first Mori stays quiet, until he gives some half hearted excuse shifting the blame off of himself whilst the media continue to hound Dazai, and other skaters become animous towards him, blaming him for doping/ruining the competition.

Dazai is allowed to compete, and as a result, the prediction of three years that he would take gold is flushed down the drain as he fumbles through both programs, placing in 4th.

The hearing for his doping case is adjourned soon after, finding him innocent. He is reinstated for competition just before worlds, where fans expect him to take Gold and reclaim his title after the mess at the olympics.

He doesn't and proceedes to bomb out at worlds, later withdrawing from the world team trophy and not being heard from all summer.

The next season, Dazai comes back for test skates, visibly injured and distressed, abandoning Mori's coaching team the week after in favour of Fukuzawa and former world champion and japanese skating legend Oda Sakunosuke.

OKAY THATS AS FAR AS I GOT!!!! thats like the expostition of it all or like the kind of intro to what i have planned for this fic!! i love rambling im gonna write this istg. SEND ME ASKS PLS ABT ANY CHARACTER THIS AU IS MY BABY.

[slafkovskys]

Could you write a blurb about being Luke’s sister but dating cutter and nobody knows till world juniors

i think this may be my new favorite ngl

12:07 a.m.

that’s what the clock on your bedside table read when you throw the hotel covers off of your body. it was still a little earlier than what your normal rendezvous had been, but you wouldn’t mind sitting by yourself for a few minutes. after pulling on your slippers, you tiptoe around the room trying not to wake your mother who had long been asleep as you search for your room key.

you undo the lock and slip out, holding your breath as you close the heavy door closed behind you. you shove your hands in the pockets of your pajama pants as you make your way to the elevator, fishing for your phone. the descent to the lobby is spent in silence as most people are in their rooms, having retired for the night while you on the other hand had been waiting for this since you had left each other the night before.

you find the couch you and cutter had pretty much claimed as your own and sink down, crossing your legs and tuning into whatever was on the tv.

12:12 a.m.

eighteen more minutes.

maybe you should have waited longer-

your thoughts are interrupted by the familiar sound of the elevator and you turn your head on impulse. you watch as a familiar head emerges covered by a hood. when he sees you he smiles and you visibly see him pick up his pace. he leans over the side of the couch, “couldn’t wait either, huh?”

“no,” you mumble, eyes following him as he rounds the couch and collapses beside you. immediately he hooks an arm around your knees, “how was dinner?”

“oh, gourmet. snuck you a piece of cake,” he reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulls out a piece of cake that looked similar to a one dollar bill. his cheeks flush, “oops.”

“i really do want to know how you got it smushed down like this, but at the same time i feel like i’m better off not knowing,” you take the cake from his hand and set it down on the table in front of you. “i’m sure it tasted great when it was at its full size.”

“i- you’re just going to have to take my word for it,” he shrugs his shoulders and nods towards the tv, “what program do they have for us tonight?”

“i don’t know, some sitcom,” you lean towards him and send him a smirk, “but it’s your turn to be the big spoon.”

he rolls his eyes and opens his arms for you, “that’s all that you care about, huh?”

“i mean you crushed my surprise cake, the least you can do is cuddle me, cut,” you tilt your head to look at him before puckering your lips. he presses his to your gently and you smile, hugging his waist, “love you.”

“love you more.”

you sit like that for a while, both of you letting out the occasional laugh when something happens on the tv, but besides that you stay in peaceful silence. this is how you had spent the last few nights in halifax, after the team retired to bed cutter would sneak down to the lobby to meet you and you would spend hours down here just being together. it was easy, it was comfortable. there were no cares in the world.

that was until there was the ding of the elevator that you think nothing of until a familiar voice calls out “gauthier!” and you both look up to see your older brother barreling towards the two of you.

“luke-” you try to stop him, putting your hand on cutter’s chest to push yourself up but luke has none of that.

“so this is where you’ve been going?” his face gets redder and you hold out a hand.

“can you be quiet please?” you turn your head towards the receptionist's desk to make sure that he wasn’t causing any unnecessary attention but they seemed to be in their little world. “and what are you talking about?”

“it’s like every other weekend you just disappear and no one knows where you are. you don’t respond to anyone’s calls, anyone’s texts,” he sends cutter a sharp look and you squeeze his hand, “because you’ve been going to boston, huh? that’s what this is.”

“i mean- yeah,” you shrug your shoulders because there was no way that you could hide it any longer. “if it’s any consolation, we waited until you were done with the program before we started anything.”

luke’s eyes only get wider, “why would that be any consolation whatsoever?”

“so we weren’t technically going behind your back because you weren’t there,” cutter offers and luke rolls his eyes, “i’m sorry.”

“you will be-”

“no, he won’t. this is why i wasn’t going to tell you, luke, because i knew that you were going to blow it up into something that it’s not,” you sigh. you spare cutter a glance to find him staring down at his lap and you shake your head, “listen, we’ve been fine this entire time with you not knowing and now that you do know, i’m not letting you ruin this for me. i’m happy, he’s happy. i can make you a fucking excel spreadsheet about it if you want me to.

“but what’s it really hurting, luke? after this, you guys probably won’t be teammates again. we- we love each other and that’s just something that you’re going to have to deal with.”

“i just-” he rubs his hands over his face, “why him? you couldn’t have picked another sport or some guy you found at skeeps drunk off his ass.”

“no, because we’ve been together since senior year.”

“senior year- okay, i need time to process this,” he takes a deep breath and you really wanted to hurt cutter for letting that piece of information slip. luke closes his eyes and holds up a hand like a judgemental parent, “i’m accepting it, not because i want to, but because she’s making me. i swear though, if you kiss around me or any form of affection whatsoever-”

“we get it,” you nod, “you can go to bed now.”

“oh i don’t think i’ll ever be able to sleep again,” he grumbles, swiping your squished cake off of the table and marching towards the elevators mumbling to himself, “senior year? senior year?!”

you turn to look at your boyfriend who looks like he wants to crawl into a hole at that moment, “we could’ve kept that part a secret.”

“i realize that now.”

requests are closed!

[s65ns]

Out of Time - Chapter Four.

Out of Time Masterlist

Previous Part: Four Months / Next Part: One Month

⚠️ TW: Mentions of Cancer ⚠️

word count: 1.9k words

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Chapter Four: Two Months

harry's pov.

I watch as she lay peacefully on my chest. Her brown teddy bear beanie slightly pushed off her head. I saw the slight wisps of hair trying to force their way back, but to no avail.

She looked so at peace with the world. I felt guilty that I would have to wake her up soon.

Evelyn always looked a bit troubled while she was awake. She may smile and pretend everything is alright, but I could see how much the recent rounds of chemo had affected her.

She had grown frailer over time and her eyes were slowly dulling out, there wasn't much life behind them. She was in constant pain but would do her best to conceal it.

Nevertheless, she was always smiling. She didn't want me to worry about her. I knew that and she knew that I knew that. But how could I not worry about the woman I love?

Love. What a scary word. My heart, body, mind, and soul all belong to her all because I love her.

Most people would call me a fool for falling for her, a terminally ill patient.

"Why put yourself in a position as such when you know you're going to lose her?" was what my mother asked me once she found out Evelyn's condition.

"Because I love her." was the only response I could give. Even I couldn't fathom how I'd come to fall for a random girl I met in a car park. All I wanted to do was save her from some creep and look at where we are now.

We're in love but at what cost?

We're so deeply in love, yet there is a dagger hanging over our heads that could drop any day.

Oh, how I fear when that day will come that I may lose my beautiful Eve. She managed to walk into my life and brighten every single one of my days.

I can't quite remember what life was like before Evelyn. It's like I was never truly living 'till she came to be.

I smile softly as I gently caress her face as she begins to stir in her sleep. Evelyn slowly opens her eyes before stretching out her limbs.

Her eyes connect with mine and her lips mimic my expression.

"Good morning, beautiful." I said, my smile spreading even more as she turns away from me blushing.

"Stop it. I look horrendous." Evelyn turns her body away from me as I lean closer to gently peck her on the lips.

"No, Harry. I've got morning breath." Evelyn says as she covers her mouth with her hand, but that doesn't stop me from attempting my attack. I place a kiss on the back of her hand while pressing my hips into her backside.

"Harry!" Evelyn yelps as she is sure to feel my morning wood. I hum in response as I move to place soft kisses on her neck.

"Go take care of yourself in the bath. You know we can't." she says slowly moving away. I don't miss how she wiggles her hips before sliding away from me.

Evelyn turns back and gives me a cheeky grin. A taste of my own medicine if you will. I grab her pillow and place it over my face. I groan into it as Evelyn cackles while heading to the bathroom.

A moment passes before I head to the bathroom as well. I had to compose myself after that barely there tease Evelyn just gave me.

We're not sexually active with each other due to Evelyn's unfortunate circumstance. She and I agreed we couldn't, rather, we shouldn't go any further than slight make-out sessions. With her newly weakened state, it wouldn't be fair to strain her body any more than it needs to be.

I will say though, I have one hell of a relationship with my hand every morning.

I lean against the doorframe as I watch Evelyn brush her teeth. Her eyes catch mine through the mirror and she smiles before continuing. I walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. Evelyn giggles softly as she finishes brushing her teeth.

I spin her in my arms and place my hands on the counter behind her. One hand on either side of her, trapping her in.

Evelyn blushes slightly, I'm sure she can still feel junior down below.

"Harry..." she says warningly. I nod, leaning my hips back but moving my face closer.

"I know, I know. A man can dream though, right?" I say, now returning the cheeky energy from before.

Evelyn shakes her head in amusement. Her hands land on my chest and slowly glide down. She stops at the hem of my black tank top and begins to fiddle with it.

"Can I have my kiss now?" Evelyn continues to play with the hem of my tank as she shakes her head 'no.'

I scoff, "And why not?"

"You still have morning breath, and boy is it ripe." she says scrunching up her nose. I stare at her with a face of feign hurt.

"Wow, Evie. I planned a nice and comfy day for us, and you want to bully me?" Evelyn's eyes widen briefly as she wasn't aware of the surprise I had in store.

"Wait, wait! I take it back!" she says as I move away from her. My body immediately begins to yearn for her warmth, but I don't give into my own needs.

"No, no. Too late, sweetheart." I say as I grab my toothbrush from the caddy and begin to brush my teeth.

Evelyn returns the favor by giving me a back hug. She stands on her tippy toes to pepper light kisses along my neck.

I chuckle softly in amusement. I lean over the sink to spit while lightly lifting Evelyn on my back. Evelyn releases a small yelp as her feet leave the ground.

I slowly lower her back to the ground and continue to brush my tongue. I wiggle my eyebrows at Eve as I see her sending me daggers through the mirror.

I quickly finish brushing my teeth, so that Evelyn and I can get on with our day.

Evelyn had mentioned how she always wanted to be one of those couples that can just stay indoors and enjoy the company of one another without boredom or annoyance getting in the way.

So that's what I planned this day to be. A day of staying at home and adoring my beautiful girlfriend Evie, while she hopefully adores me too.

First on the schedule was to make breakfast. We made an assortment of waffles, pancakes, bacon, and eggs. Making the pancakes was a challenge seeing as both Evie and I would much rather throw the flour at each other than make the actual pancakes.

Once we finished making and eating our breakfast, it was already one in the afternoon.

Next on the schedule was to watch a horror movie. Evelyn always preferred to watch horror movies during the day, especially with me. She hated whenever I would add more horror to the film by jumping when there was no jump scare or screaming for no reason.

Another part of Evelyn's logic to watching a horror movie during the day was that the demons and evil spirits couldn't come out to haunt her, which in a way made sense.

"All of them, except you..." she said in reference to the demons.

I gasped, "I am not a demon. I may be part fallen angel, but I am certainly no demon."

We relax on the couch with blankets and pillows galore at our disposal. Evelyn is snuggled up on my chest again and I bask in her warmth.

I love the way she curls into my chest—almost as if she's trying to enter it—when she gets scared.

I wrap a protective arm around her back and gently coo to soothe her. I absentmindedly rub patterns into her back as the movie comes to an end and good prevails.

Once the credits begin to roll, I check the time on my phone to see if it's time for lunch yet. The clock read 3:23PM.

"Alright. You hungry?" As if on cue, Evelyn's stomach grumbles.

Eve smushes herself harder into my chest to hide her face from embarrassment while I laugh at how adorable she is.

"Come on, love. I'll make you something for lunch."

I decide to make a quick and easy ham and cheese sandwich for the both of us. Evelyn smiled with gratitude once the sandwiches were made.

I sat down on a barstool at the kitchen counter and pulled Evelyn towards me. She understood the message and placed herself on my lap.

I wrapped my arm around her waist to support her from sliding off. Evelyn and I scarfed down our sandwiches like a pack of hungry wolves.

"You've got a little something..." Evelyn said pointing to the corner of my mouth. I lick my lips in an attempt to get it off, but I don't seem to get it.

Evelyn huffs in frustration before wiping it off with her thumb. Before she can wipe her thumb on the napkin, I quickly grab a hold of her hand and bring her thumb to my mouth. My eyes watch her intently as I suck the mayonnaise off her thumb.

Her eyes watch my every move as if caught in a trance. I place a chaste kiss to her thumb and let her go. I smirk as her cheeks flush red.

"You're so annoying." she says. Evelyn grabs the plate our sandwiches were on and walks over to the sink.

"Aww, but you love it." I retort. I watch as she washes the dishes.

Once she is finished, we move back to the couch to watch another movie. This time, to set the mood, we watch a romance movie.

By the end of the movie, Evelyn is a crying mess in my lap.

"Why did he have to go to Switzerland, huh? They could've both gone to Paris, and she could've taken care of him. Everything would've been fine." I shush her as she rambles about the unfortunate ending of the movie.

I gently rub her back in an attempt to soothe her. 

"Did you at least like the movie?" I query. I feel her nod her head against my chest.

I sigh in relief. The themes of the movie were similar to Evelyn and I's relationship, and I wasn't sure how she would take it.

When I had first watched the movie alone, I remember I, too, was a crying mess. It made me realize how precious time with Eve truly was and that one day, I was going to be without her.

That thought weighed heavy on my mind a lot. Thinking about it even now brings tears to my eyes.

We lay there in silence, taking in one another's presence. I've come to find that we do that a lot. We tend to just exist with each other, and I think that is what makes our relationship so beautiful.

"I'm tired." Evelyn mumbles, her voice small and weak. I can tell she's trying to fight the sleep.

"Go to sleep, Evie. I'll be right here when you wake up." I say, kissing the top of her head. I pull the blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over us.

Evelyn mumbles something that I can't quite make out.

"Hm?" I wait patiently for her to repeat what she said. A minute goes by, and I assume she must have fallen asleep until I hear her again.

"I love you, Harry."

I smile wide at my girl. Oh, the things I would do for her. I place another kiss on her head as a wave of drowsiness overtakes me as well.

"I love you more, Evelyn."

[riacte]

Do u have a playlist/songs that fit the vibe of thefeel it still au (other than the obvious lol) :D. Or even just Falseren in general :0 ?

Yessss :D (warning for yapping) (and too much tswift) (bc the brainrot was the strongest in Sep/Oct 2023 aka right before 1989tv) (I’m sorry it’s in my dna now) (some chapter titles are lyrics :D)

(Tbh I don’t think I’m very good at finding songs that fit them specifically because they are a specific dynamic, so I go for songs that make me giggle and kick my feet because that’s what they do to me ^^ 🤡)

Feel It Still AU (vaguely in chapter order):

Mona Lisa - Dominic Fike

Someone Like You - Adele

Everything Has Changed - TS

This Love - TS

Not Another Song About Love - Hollywood Ending

Uh Oh - Junior Doctor

Superman - TS

Perfect - One Direction

Give Your Heart a Break - Demi Lovato

Treacherous - TS (Fun fact: one of my jokey titles for this was TreacHEROus — it was punny in my head but it looks so silly 😭)

‘tis the damn season - TS

Afterglow - TS

Archer - TS

Midnight Rain - TS

I Wish You Would - TS (would call this song number 2 inspo after Feel It Still)

All You Had To Do Was Stay - TS

The Louvre - Lorde

Holy Ground - TS

Is It Over Now? - TS

(Might be over now, but I) Feel It Still - Portugal. The Man

How You Get The Girl - TS

Suburban Legends - TS

Dancing in the Moonlight - King Harvest / Toploader (both versions have vibes)

Summertime - MCR

august - TS

Our Last Summer - ABBA

Learning to Fly - Hills x Hills

I Can See You - TS

Out Of The Woods - TS

More False/Ren songs 🤡

(Excluding the ones used as lyric titles already lmfao) (also space opera au influence 🪐)

Sparks Fly - TS

(I’m sorry but this song is so them 😭 “my mind forgets to remind you you’re a bad idea” “you’re the kinda reckless that should send me running but I kinda know I won’t get far” “just close enough to touch” “give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around” “I’m on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you I know it’s no good”)

I’m Your Moon - Jonathan Coulton

(“I keep saying there’s one thing they can’t change // I’m your moon, you’re my moon, we go round and round // From out here, it’s the rest of the world that looks so small”)

Someone You Like - The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

(“I won’t be your saviour either, couldn’t even if I tried // But I think I could be someone you like”)

Don’t Delete The Kisses - Wolf Alice

(“And then I’m trapped, overthinking, and yeah, probably self doubt // you tell me to get over it, and to take you out”)

Nothing - Bruno Major

(“But there’s nothing like doing nothing with you”)

Can I Call You Tonight? - Dayglow

(“I’m trying to make up my mind just how I feel, could you tell me what’s real?”)

Close To You - Dayglow

(“I think it over and it might be true, I’m only overthinking when I’m close to you”)

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

Space Age Love Song - A Flock of Seagulls

Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now - Starship

Don’t Stop Believing - Journey

Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine

Yippee that’s all for today 😏👍 thanks for the ask!