#ic tag where are youuuuu

[14dayswithyou]

me @ moth: Ahahah.... wouldnt it be so cool if we kissed 👉👈 JKJK..... unless 😳

(Im madly in love with moth, sobs)

The response from Moth is almost immediate. Without missing a beat, your phone lights up in your hand, and you glance down to see a sticker of some anime character blowing a kiss.

[MOTH]: i'm sorry...... JK??? JK???!!! my heart is breaking, S T^T [MOTH]: i would still kiss you if u were a worm, u know [MOTH]: i'd even kiss you if you hated AoG [MOTH]: which says a lot [MOTH]: ..... [MOTH]: ur gonna need to start a VC and console me now [MOTH]: but i won't answer unless u blow me a kiss!!!! >:(

[astonmartinii]

a case of the cuddle bug | logan sargent social media au

pairing: logan sargent x fem!piastri!reader

someone check his temperature, he's got a serious case of the cuddle bug

author's note: thought we could all use some logan content to get us through the weekend

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

yourusername

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yourusername: he's not racing :( more time to cuddle :)

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user1: if i find out that that t-shirt was made by them i may need to be shot in the head

yourusername: sorry to be the bearer of bad news 😕

user2: y/n where do we find a logan?

yourusername: date your brother's best friend - the romance books did NOT lie

logansargent: hard to be too sad when you're around

yourusername: awwwww logie bear 🐻 i love youuuuu

logansargent: i love you too come back to the motorhome the hospitality coffee is not worth it

yourusername: not even if i swipe you a cupcake?

logansargent: okay..... maybe ....

alexalbon: i'm sorry buddy, i promise i'll do us proud

yourusername: yOU BETTER 👹

alexalbon: i'm soRRY are you like a gremlin? did someone spill some water?

yourusername: i'm gonna ignore most of that cause gizmo is cute

logansargent: she loves you really alex

alexalbon: do you still love me logie?

logansargent: yes?

alexalbon: I' SORRY I HAVE.A GUILTY CONSCIENCE I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE BEING MAD AT ME

user3: lol mood ^

oscarpiastri: you could support your BELOVED BROTHER NOW (AT HIS (OUR) HOME RACE)

yourusername: ugh i guess

oscarpiastri: you literally said you'd support me any time logan wasn't racing :(

yourusername: unless he can come with me, we'll be supporting you from the williams garage

oscarpiastri: better than nothing i guess

logansargent

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logansargent: no way around it, this weekend has been the hardest of my career. however, i'm thankful for alex for picking up a couple points for the team and for having y/n with me to support me this weekend, enjoy the cute picture of her (but not too much)

also i guess congrats to oscar on a podium at his home race 🤷🏻‍♂️

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user4: hardest weekend ever... here's a pic of my. hot gf :)))))

user5: he's real for that, just reminding us that he's still winning off track

alexalbon: thank you isn't enough logie, love you man, can't wait to see you back in the car next week x

yourusername: you're so lucky you got points otherwise your ass would've been grass xoxo

alexalbon: Y/N I SAID I WAS SORRY PLEASE STOP BEING MEAN YOU'RE MEANT TO BE THE NICE PIASTRI

oscarpiastri: you stole my soon-to-be brother-in-law's car and called me a shit padel player 🖕🏻

alexalbon: why is everyone ganging up on me :(

logansargent: you gotta take it for at least this weekend bro

alexalbon: i guess...

user6: they're so cute, but who is taking these photos of them?

yourusername: oscar makes himself useful sometimes

oscarpiastri: ugh i get NO CREDIT IN THIS FAMILY

logansargent: i at least appreciate it oscar 🫶🏻

oscarpiastri: that's all well and good and i love you, you're my bff but sometimes i don't want to see you be lovely dovey with that hellspawn

fredvesti: let it be known i will no longer be sneaking out with you guys for ice cream on a race weekend, the risk was not worth the third wheeling

logansargent: i paid?

fredvesti: thank the lord you did otherwise i'd raise an official complaint

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: got a podium at my home race and i'm still not my sister's favourite

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user8: have we considered that y/n and logan have attachment issues?

oscarpiastri: she sat at the window like a woman waiting for her husband at war when he DARED to go home for christmas when we were 16

yourusername: as if you haven't cried over lily 🙄

oscarpiastri: i ACTUALLY don't get to see her very often, i can't separate you and logan

yourusername: LEAVE ME BE

user9: oscar says this as if y/n wasn't crying her eyes out at the podium

user10: and logan wiping her tears to prevent smudging her eyeliner - sigh

logansargent: don't hate the player hate the game

oscarpiastri: what happened to blood being thicker than water

yourusername: you know what else is thicker than water ... 😩😩😩

oscarpiastri: okay you can sTOP RIGHT THERE

landonorris: they're really one being huh?

oscarpiastri: believe me the dinner at mine? they were being TAME

yourusername: okay for the audience we are not that bad, we're just affectionate we aren't like making out in front of everyone

landonorris: .... shame

oscarpiastri: yOU HAVE SHAME THAT'S MY SISTER

logansargent: THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND

yourusername: AND THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND

landonorris: damn tough crowd

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yourusername: a wee break before my boy is back to knock your socks off

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user11: they're so cute your honour

alexalbon: dating a racing driver and not wearing a seat belt? interesting.

yourusername: dating a professional golfer and still shit at golf? interesting.

lilymunhe: she did get you there alex, soz.

yourusername: also we weren't even driving, that hair acting is all a fan

logansargent: practically a professional photographer now (the model definitely helps, she looks perfect doing anything)

yourusername: hehehheheheheheheheheheheeh

user12: y/n really just gagging alex at every corner

user13: she saw logan wasn't holding a grudge and decided to double down on hers

user14: and we respect that

logansargent: you knock my socks off everyday babe

yourusername: as long as it's only me 😘

logansargent: i've been in love with you since i was 13 👍🏻

yourusername: SNAP🫰

oscarpiastri: once again left out of the photodump

yourusername: you are not 'my boy' that would in fact be inappropraite

oscarpiastri: you couldn't just change the caption?

yourusername: you're not cute enough to be a lannister (cersei and jaime call me)

logansargent: ????

yourusername: *call us 😉

logansargent

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logansargent: glad to be back in the car this weekend, though if alex could stop terrorising y/n that would be great

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user15: were oscar and y/n's parents in the williams garage?

user16: so oscar wasn't lying about him basically being family already 🥹

alexalbon: i was not TERRORISNG I WAS ENGAGING IN SIBLING LIKE BANTER

oscarpiastri: hold on buster, that's MY sister 🤨

alexalbon: i can't win with any of you three 😭

yourusername: LET'S FUCKING GO EAGLE BOY GOD BLESS AMERICA 🦅🇺🇸

logansargent: i'll let you have this one for once

yourusername: as an aussie that was very hard to say, please appreciate it

logansargent: thank you my little kangaroo?

yourusername: kinda offensive they're scary

logansargent: koala?

yourusername: YOU SAYING I HAVE CHLAMYDIA?

logansargent: well i've ran out of australian animals now :(

user17: thanks for the violent reminder of chlamydia being rife in koalas :(

oscarpiastri: gonna have to beat you this weekend to win back my parents' favour it seems

yourusername: let's be real, they prefer logan over both of us :(

oscarpiastri: true 😔

logansargent: i can't help the southern charm

williamsf1

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williamsf1: LOGAN POINTS, I REPEAT LOGAN POINTS 😤

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user20: TRUST HIM, I REPEAT TRUST HIM

yourusername: THAT'S MY BOY LET'S FUCKING GO

oscarpiastri: you never get this excited for me?

yourusername: FUCK OFF THIS IS NOT YOUR TURN, IT'S LOGAN'S DAY

maxverstappen1: pretty sure i won the race

yourusername: FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU

user21: y/n crying her eyes out she's so real

user22: based on the faces in the garage i think she may have let everything out lol

user23: as she should

user24: can't expect two people to be attached 24/7 and not be ride or die for each other

logansargent: thanks for the support, glad to pick up some points for the team

yourusername: I'M SO PROUD OF YOU

logansargent: i know you've shouted it in my face since i got back from media

yourusername: you need to know it :(

logansargent: i love you so much

yourusername: i love you even more

user25: the whole piastri family going wild in LOGAN'S garage was not on my 2024 bingo sheet

user26: but it was cute as fuck

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yourusername: we're down bad with a case of the cuddle bug

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user27: the CUDDLE BUG?

user28: i need to be taken out of my misery

logansargent: i've got a high fever, a love fever

oscarpiastri: THAT WAS CORNY AS FUCK

yourusername: i thought it was cute :(

logansargent: and that's what matters

yourusername: exactlyyyyy

oscarpiastri: so fuck me, right?

yourusername: yes!

logansargent: yes!

user29: this whole interaction makes it so obvious oscar was the only boy growing up LOL

alexalbon: i'll concede, you guys are cute

yourusername: we been known

logansargent: no one does it like us

alexalbon: erm alex and lily erasure?

yourusername: lily cute, you not so much

alexalbon: stop being SO PROTECTIVE WHY ARE YOU A GOLDEN RETRIEVER WITH EVERYONE ELSE AND A RABID JACK RUSSELL WITH ME IT WAS JAMES' DECISION GO FOR JAMES' ANKLES

williamsf1: ???

yourusername: i thought it was friendly sibling banter (also james is logie's boss of course i'm not gonna go for his ankles dummy)

logansargent: she's my little guard dog 🫶🏻

yourusername: anything for you, come back to cuddle :(

logansargent: on my way cuddle bug!

fin.

note: i understand why williams made the decision they did, but i've had such a soft spot for logan since he admitted he's lonely in the paddock :( i hope he has a good next race to really prove himself to everyone xx hope you enjoyed! xx

[seeking-elsewhither]

Okay, so @brb-on-a-quest had the most wholesome response to me coming back with a piece from project throne, and I felt kinda bad because it was an unfinished piece.

It motivated me to work on a little more of some other pieces in the project, and I managed to finish one!

Taglist: @igotthisaccountunderduress and @hiddenvioletsgrow (consider yourself tagged already, brb, this one's for youuuuu)

the weeping stars

Relief, dearly and gladly bought, washes over Eruvanda when she descries at last Glanweth’s little form bundled in her brother’s arms. As a moss to a tree does she cling, her quiet, hiccoughing words replacing the bird-cries of the still morning air.

So early it is, the sun has refused to show face as yet. The air is fresh and chill, drifting down from the cresting ice of the mountains. Eruvanda draws the blanket tight when it gusts about her bare skin.

“And after,” she hears from the quivering child, “The beast swallows you whole. And Andir, and Ertan, and Vanda, and, and—”

With a broken cry, little Glanweth becomes a being wrought of heartbreak.

“You were gone, you were gone,” she wails into Manveru’s shoulder, “Gone, gone, gone.”

There is nothing so terrible as hearing a child weep for fear, least of all one’s own. And even after so many years past, so many sleepless nights spent begging relief from shrieking sobs, so many days spent soothing little sorrows; even still does Eruvanda’s heart writhe with the agony of her grief.

“Ai, little one, light of my heart,” whispers Manveru, kind as ever. He takes with all gentleness one little hand in his. “See here, my love! See now the warmth in my hand. See now the warmth of my breath. There is yet life in me. There is still a song in my heart. Do not weep, little one, do not fear. It was only a dream, I am yet alive.”

Further does the child burrow into him, her cries softening where they are drowned into his chest. He pulls her closer, holds her dear, swearing with his deeds the presence of life.

When he raises his head, he meets Eruvanda’s eyes, and silent anguish shadows his features. He is yet young, she is reminded, only two and thirty winters past. Forever does he seem with a foot towards the grave, dark and worn with fatigue.

Quietly, she comes to stand beside him, as ever she has stood when she was a child and he her stars.

“Terrors plague her,” he murmurs, long fingers running through midnight locks, “She could not sleep.”

Eruvanda places a hand on the girl’s quivering back, her brows drawn, a frown pulling her features. “When did she waken?”

“A few glasses past.”

Her eyes stretch wide. “I was not aware, nor did I hear her rise. If she disturbed your sleep—”

“Peace, dear one.” There is such sweetness in his smiling eyes, it makes her flush like the crimson-bellied dawn. “What is rest to the troubles of your souls?

“And in any matter,” the worry returns to his soft voice, like clouds over the moon, “Glan did not waken me, and she was prudent not to rouse any, I believe. You cannot be to blame, not when she has endeavored thusly.”

But another reason causes the shadow to be drawn over his face as a veil. She opens her mouth to give her question voice. With a sigh, heavy like the anchor of a ship, it is he who first speaks.

“I found her weeping silently in the garden.”

The garden. At such an hour. In the chill of a spring morning.

“By the Alfar,” Eruvanda breathes, staring at the slumbering child with new and frightened eyes.

“What could possess her, Vanda,” he says in haunted voice, her head held against his heart with a hand, “What has she beheld that drove her to seek comfort in the cold dew and not the embrace of one beloved? How long, how many have we missed for lack of notice?”

Dreamer, flashes the thought in her mind, Seer.

“Do you mean to say…”

His head dips, chin buried in the child’s hair. His eyes are closed, and his years are increased beyond even death’s mark. Even though his arms are wound strong around her little frame, he must forever bow under the knowledge that there is only so much he can protect her from.

“Aye, Eruvanda. I do.”

So it is, as it was, and it shall be.

At last, with the rising sun, comes a child to bear the strange and unwonted virtue of Vision.

[cuttingpenisblackmetal]

🤔❤️for writer's ask game!

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

i have this idea for something set post-DSR, wherein toki gets a call from his mother in which she explains that: during his abduction, she helped orchestrate a major "where's toki!" protest, and that in light of his return, he's been invited to headline the next lillehammer ice festival. so toki returns to lillehammer for the next ice festival, and has to grapple with his perceptions of who really loves him; skwisgaar, who's tagged along, has to grapple with the moral implications of dethklok refusing to rescue toki for so long, and whether he even has a right to resent anja for the abuse she allowed toki to suffer in light of how dethklok handled the abduction. i have so many thoughts on post-dsr toki and none of them are happy

❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

thank youuuuu i really appreciate all your comments on the grueling awful magnus fic, ty for leaving those :')

[saveourskinship]

Thankathankathank youuuuu @akorah for the tag 🥰

Three Ships:

Dramione. Because kissing someone furiously while grumpily saying "You. It's you. It's always you but... Why does it have to be you" is my jam, bread, butter, marmalade and vegemite [marmite if you're heathen ie smutty]

Zutara. Because they make each other better. They move each other forward. Because fire. Because water. Because lightning. Because ice. Because scars. Because healing. Because because because.

Skam and Beadie. This is cheating because they are original characters I am writing. They are not even a couple but God help me am I the hell leaving space to write my own fanfiction about them. Maybe an HEA where they don't all die at the end. *shrugs*

First Ship:

In anything: Barbie and Action Man. Before I was even in school my sister and I would steal our brother's Action Man as Barbie's partner. Ken's job was Beach. Our Barbie needed a man with a plan.

In media: Sora/Kairi from Kingdom Hearts. I used to devour fanfic about them. Shout out to the one which sticks in my brain and introduced me to My Chemical Romance when Kairi got married to Squall because of something to do with Mickey being an little shitprick which I think was because of some soul signature nonsense? I can't remember and anyway Demolition Lovers was their wedding song and the bane of my mother's existence - Save's Emo Phase was born.

Last Song:

Girls Like You - The Naked and Famous (shit, this is actually a lie, but it's the last 'proper' song I listened to since I don't count the demo I'm making for my friend's satire girlpunk band she decided to create last night as a real song yet. It just has boop-boop-boops. Night Lunch can pull off songs with only doof-doofs and boom-booms. I cannot. So the demo won't be real until Sasha does the drums at least.)

Last Movie:

What A Girl Wants. Look. It's Amanda Bynes. I love Amanda Bynes. It is also Colin Firth and blue blood upper crust English vibes (done poorly, sure, but still). The last chapter of rose-petal compliments is needing all the help I can get it right now.

Currently Reading:

Harrow the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir

Lesbian necromancers in space. Need there be another reason?

Currently Watching:

Jujitsu Kaisen Season Two (Gojo, my love. I salivate, I wither, I breathe so much ecstasy I lack oxygen and die.)

Taskmaster NZ (rewatch. Like, no shade to my country or anything [said under the world's largest umbrella] but fuck we're shit.)

Last Thing I Wrote:

Like, as in finished? Because otherwise it would be this, right?

I wrote delivery instructions for a food order earlier today. Can't have done it very well because the driver still got confused and had to call me.

In terms of Things with Titles that are Complete™️, then an original folktale called.... fuck, what did I call it? I can't remember. It's about an unnamed protagonist and a boatman though. Still waiting on my rejection emails from the magazines I've submitted it to 😂

Currently Writing:

Let's skip over the arseholiness of me saying that I'm currently writing this again, shall we? (Let's not turtles-all-the-way-down my mentioning it either.)

Okay. Here we go:-

rose-petal compliments: dramione. Quiet luxury, Hermione is wealthy. Set in the Muggle world.

sacreligious inferences of a midnight paradise: dramione. Trope soup. Marriage law/fake dating/date or die. (Plus a bunch more tropes because why not?)

The Absolute and Total Defeat of One Draco Malfoy. Multi-ship. Crack. Crack from crest to cunt.

What's Owed When. Dramione. Unexpected Pregnancy. France. Delectomancy. Draco pines so hard he's basically a forest.

foil&fall. Tansy (Teddy Lupin/Pansy Parkinson). Fluff. Epistolary.

Untitled warfic. Dramione. My attempt at All Plot, No Vibes. Yes, you read that right. I'm trying to write something with NO VIBES ALL PLOT. (Draw a pentagram and sage for me, I bloody need it.)

The Environmental Suicide Club. Original YA speculative fiction. This is the one Skam and Beadie are from. Grief. Environmentalism. Nihilism. Set one generation in the future. Everyone dies at the end. A Fun, Very Good Time! Completely unmarketable! Wheeee!

Untitled socmed. Theomione. Writing this one with @they-call-me-megs A bunch of fun and one we return to when we're struggling for inspiration elsewhere.

Aster, the Star-Sailor. Original children's series. Sci-fi, pirate adventure. Came from writing the Tansy and I fell in love with it. Thanks, Pansy.

Fate and Free Will series. Urban fantasy six-book series. Currently undertaking a massive rework of the structure.

wander/wonder. A Luna Lovegood POV story Christmas visual novel. Story is written and am hoping I can finish the video in time for December.

There are a few more but these are the ones I work on a least a little bit every week.

Tagging @they-call-me-megs @thusatlas @paandreablack

[lyanndelune]

Summer Reading/Writing/Arting Tag

Tagged by @sylvienerevarine thank youuuuu 💜

1: Describe one creative WIP project you're planning to work on over the summer

So, I got two here lol. I'm planning to work on 'Touching The Sky', my Skyrim Fanfic more. I can't regularly work on it, so chapters will be slow, but I have a lot planned and outlined and excited to share it all when finished. Outside of Fandom, I'd also like to do some songwriting about LGBT and feminist issues, two things I'm extremely passionate about.

2: Rec a book

So A Song Of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin is my favorite book series ever. Yes, that's where Game of Thrones comes from. My personal favorite book of the series is A Dance with Dragons

3: Rec a fic

My favorite fanfic at the moment is A Line in the Sand by @electricshoebox Not only is the original fic amazing, but so is the sequel, and everything in the series for that matter. Also, check out their Fallout Noir AU, it's just 11/10 top tier.

4: Rec Music

I got a few albums you all might wanna check out. All 3 are great albums but the latter 2 I would argue are integral to music history in general, like the velvet underground alone launched so many genres and sub-genres. I could go on for days about this one haha

Plastic Beach by Gorillaz

Unknown pleasure by Joy Division

The velvet underground and Nico

5: Share One Piece Of Advice

Hmmm not fic related but here's something, might sound a bit cliche but to me, this means a lot.

In a world that mandates particpation in capitalism, compliance with the state and obedience to your employer, the most revolutionary thing you can be is yourself.

I'll tag @electricshoebox @mareenavee and @avantegarda

[not-poignant]

1/2 I've just reread the 15 chapters of TIP - sooo awesome to see the boys' growth in one go!! I'm so proud of them both. Anyway, I've realized that Mosk is still yet to address Eran by his name! Actually, Eran, too, has only done so once: "‘Mosk,’ Eran said, a knot of nausea in his chest. [...] ‘Mosk, here, move behind me. You’ll be less affected by the fire.’" Such a poignant and significant and caring moment!! I just adore him♥

They call each other by their names in their heads all the time so I've never realized this before. I'm sooo excited to get to the point when we hear "Eran" from Mosk' mouth in the middle of sex  (*/▽＼*) (On a final note, many writers put names in the dialogue to make it easier for the reader to follow who's speaking to whom. And I get it, but at the same time not a lot of people speak like "Thank you, XY." "You know, XY, this was hard." etc. // Your writing never has that forced name-inserting, and yet I can follow the dialogue perfectly, so extra kudos for that! :)             

***

We are gonna get to hear Mosk say Eran’s name in the very next chapter, I’m pretty sure. And Eran notices when it happens. Like, he’s definitely also aware that Mosk has basically never said his name up until that point (I’m not even sure he thinks Mosk *knows* it).

I really like inserting names, I actually have Doms do it a lot? Like you’ll notice in The Golden Age that Never Was (if you’re reading that) that Pitch says Jack’s name a lot. So does Augus, in Fae Tales (say Gwyn’s name). But that’s an um...like a covert controlling/attention device that a lot of Doms do in general, and so I do have a lot of characters who do that.

But in general, names aren’t used as much irl as they’re used in dialogue, so when I’m not using it for any specific reason, I try not to use it too much. Because you can still do dialogue attribution pretty well with a ‘Gwyn said’ and ‘Augus said.’ i mean names will almost always be used more in dialogue anyway, because that’s a dialogue convention, but yeah, I liked the...disconnect of Mosk and Eran not often using names for each other.

It’s a big deal / a big sign of like recovery in Mosk, when he uses Eran’s name for the first time.

[parkerpeter24]

HI COOK E

Can I have "i saw you fall from the window, are you okay?" With Peter where he goes to surprise the reader and cause the walls are icy he can’t stick and falls? And can it be fluffy please?

I love youuuuu

ahh thank you for this, ilyt 🤍

pairing : peter parker x reader

winter blurbs ❄️

two days. eight hours. fifteen minutes. it has been that long since you last saw the friendly neighborhood spider-man.

it wasn’t the strangest occurance, considering the city that you lived in, when you found him sitting on your balcony, eating a churro, one summer evening.

his mask was raised up to the crook of his nose and all you could do was stare at him, astonished, as he pulled out his phone and left a voicemail for some guy named happy... haden?

you heard him sigh when he pulled the phone away from his ear, “why would you tell him about the churro, peter?” he mumbled to himself.

“who’s peter?”

dumbfounded by the sudden sound, peter’s head turned around, making him almost fall off the railing of your fire escape, “what- oh god, i-i’m uh, no one.” he cleared his throat, speaking again in a thicker voice, “i don’t know any peter. i’m not peter.”

you raised your eyebrow at the guy, noticing his brown curls peeking out from beneath his mask. spider-man had been a topic of great debate on the television but you never thought you’d ever get to meet the spandex clad superhero, “and what are you doing on my fire escape, not peter?”

“just thought the sky looked nice from here.” spider-man stated, pulling his mask back down with one hand. he extended his snack towards you, “hey, can you hold this for a sec?”

you hesitated but took the churro from his hand and as soon as you did, he jumped over the railing, now standing right in front of you, “hey- what’re you doing?” you eyed him weirdly as his hands rose up in a defensive manner.

“look, you can’t tell anyone about this, my name, there are bad guys out there, who will hurt you if you knew anything about me..” he explained, emphasizing his words by waving his hands around, voice laced with concern, “just promise you won’t tell anybody?”

you nodded after processing his words for a few minutes, “i promise.”

that was one day. after that spider-man’s visit to your apartment was a regular event and sometimes he would bring over sandwiches for you both from his favorite deli.

but now you were here, sitting at your desk even though your eyes were trained outside the window, watching the falling snow. you didn’t think he would swing to your apartment in this weather.

but your doubt dissipated when you saw the red and blue, swinging closer to your building. you saw him shoot a web for the building opposite to yours, a smile making it to your lips.

peter swung over to the said building wall in an attempt to stick to it but instead he ended up sliding due to the wall being wet and slippery because of all the ice.

you gasped watching him fall down. you quickly ran over to your window, sliding it open and watching him pick himself off the ground. his painful groan, “ow, my back!”, barely reaching your ears.

“hey!” you called out from up, making peter stand straighter and look towards you, “i saw you fall from the window, are you okay?”

“i’m okay, i’m okay!” peter screamed back, his voice contrasting his statement.

you gave him a little smile “why don’t you come on up? i have hot chocolate.”

“can’t deny hot chocolate!” you were sure he was grinning beneath his mask as his hand stretched out towards the wall right above your window.

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Under The Wisteria

Pairing: Choi Soobin x fem!reader

Genre: Angst Angst Angst; fluff ig, dystopian au

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: violence, gun violence, blood, major character death, I think that’s all

Summary: You just wanted to be with him forever, but you didn’t mean under the Wisteria tree.

Credit: beta read by @nottodayjjk and @inmyfelix from @txtarcadianet. Thanks so much babes!

a/n: I messed up the tags so I deleted and now I’m posting again🥲 but yea this is a birthday gift for @unlocktxt​ also i can’t write kissing scenes don’t make fun of me.

“Happy birthday to you,” you jumped in your seat a little, startled by your friend’s mom’s sudden singing, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Y/n, happy birthday to youuuuu.” She walked into the dining room with a single vanilla cupcake in her hands, a candle sporting the number 18 on top. There was no icing or sprinkles on the cupcake yet it still looked ravishing to you. The government only allowed for sweets on special occasions, like birthdays or weddings, and even then it could only be so many calories. This was the government's way of getting rid of obesity in Lamore, along with other, harsher, methods.

“Thank you, Mrs. Johnson. It means so much to me.” You looked up at her and could see the sparkles in her eyes. That was one thing you loved about Mrs. Johnson, she always had sparkles in her eyes and a positive outlook on this fucked-up place we call Earth. Even after the incident…

“Oh dear, it was my pleasure! And how many times have I told you to call me mom, darling?” A lot. Almost every day, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do that. Every time you looked at her, you not only saw the sparkles, but you also saw her.

Amelia.

You see, Amelia was your best friend. You had known her since you were 3. You guys did everything together, homework, parties, shopping. Everything. Your families were also close to each other. So close that she called your mom “mama” and you called her mom “mom”. You loved each other dearly and made a promise to be best friends forever, always wearing promise rings on your pinkies. Until one fateful day. It had been all your fault. You wanted ice cream so badly that day, even though you knew that you could only have it on your birthday. You didn’t care though, begging your mother, who had taken Amelia and yourself to the park that day, to get some from the vendor.

“Please, mom. Please please please with a cherry on top,” you pleaded with your hands clasped in front of you. “Please it’s so hot I could melt. You wouldn’t want your only daughter to melt, do you?”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not my only daughter. I have Amelia too,” your mom childishly stuck out her tongue at you, causing you to look at your best friend with a pout on your face. Immediately, Amelia knew what to do.

“But mama, I want some ice cream too,” she said with a pout that you knew your mother couldn’t resist. And you were right because her resolve started wavering and soon the three of you were heading towards the ice cream vendor located in the middle of the park.

“Hello, sir. Three ice creams, please!” The man at the stand eyed you skeptically before asking who’s birthday it was. You replied before your mother could even open her mouth.

“Mine! Can I please have a cookie and cream ice cream with a waffle cone?” The man had seen how enthusiastic you were and assumed you weren’t lying. After hearing Amelia and your mother’s orders, he immediately got to work and soon enough you were walking away from him, licking your ice cream.

“Come on, Amelia, let’s go to the swings! Last one there is a rotten egg,” you took off towards the swings, leaving Amelia shouting about how you had cheated. Once you both got there, you sat right beside each other, kicking your legs back and forth while gossiping about some boys in your class. In the middle of you telling a story about one dude, a little girl about 5 years old came up to you two asking if it was one of your birthdays. You both had forgotten all about the Capitol rules and answered her truthfully, no.

“Oh, ok,” she bid you goodbye and ran away. You turned back to Amelia and shrugged your shoulders, going back to your story. You both were so absorbed in the story that you didn’t notice the little girl, or what you thought was a little girl, going to tell her mother. But one person did notice, your mom. She saw the tattoo on the girl’s arm and immediately knew who, what, she was. A spy for the Capitol.

Immediately, your mother made her way over to the two of you, telling you that it was time to leave. You should've listened to her. Instead, you were your stubborn self and insisted that you stay a little longer. Amelia had always been the more obedient one out of the two of you and seeing how urgent your mother was on getting you to leave, tried to convince you. Again, you should’ve listened to her. But you didn’t.

“Excuse me,” a voice sounded from behind your mom and you saw her face become as pale as a ghost. She turned around and was immediately tased. Her body convulsed on the floor for a few seconds before she stilled on the grass. You screamed in shock, drawing the attention of the other park users. Amelia grabbed your hand in fear, too scared to do anything. You squeezed her hand to comfort her but she could tell that you were just as scared. The woman stepped over your mother’s body and took a step towards the two of you, which in return to you took a step backward.

“Now, which one of you lied, and said it was their birthday? You both should know that Lenore doesn’t allow liars here,” she had a smile on her face the whole time she was speaking, but instead of comforting you, it terrified you. After a few moments of silence, her smile dropped into a scowl. “Well,” she barked at you causing you to shrink in fear, “Who was it? Or am I going to have to punish both of you?” Your eyes widened in shock. Both of us. You couldn’t let Amelia get hurt. Little did you know, Amellia had the same thoughts. And so before you opened your mouth, she spoke.

“Me, ma’am. It was me.” Although her voice was quiet, you could hear the firmness in it.

“What!?!? Amelia, no!” But alas it was too late. She had been tased the moment the words had left her mouth. You watched in horror as your best friend fell limp on the grass. You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t even cry as you watched her eyes roll to the back of her head. Even after the cleanup crew came to take their bodies away, you were still standing in the same spot, looking at the place where your mother and best friend had just been. You didn’t want to believe they were gone. They couldn’t be. It wasn’t until you felt arms wrap around you and bring you into an embrace did you break down. Your mother and your best friend, your platonic soulmate, the only one who knows you better than yourself, were gone. You sobbed and sobbed into the person’s shirt. You couldn’t care less that they were a stranger, you needed someone. After you calmed down you looked up at your savior for the first time. It was a boy around your age, maybe a few years older.

“Thank you,” you paused, feeling silly for not even knowing his name.

“Soobin, Choi Soobin,” he answered with a small smile on his face. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

“Forever?” you asked with a small sniffle.

“Forever.”

You met Choi Soobin when you were 10 years old.

After you finished celebrating with Mrs. Johnson, which consisted of splitting the cupcake in half and opening the gift she got you, a brand new pair of workout sneakers, you both headed up to your rooms. It was almost curfew time and you knew the Capitol Workers were making their way around for nightly checks. You remembered reading in a history book, that somehow was missed when all the books of the past were burned, that curfew back then was way different and that not everyone had a curfew. The person with a curfew just had to be home by that time. No random stranger was coming into your room to see if you were sleeping. How lucky.

You tensed up as you heard the front door open. He’s here. You didn’t know your Capitol Worker well. You didn’t even know what he looked like. All you knew was that he’s a guy and he comes to your room every night to check if you’re asleep.

You closed your eyes and willed your heart to slow down to a normal pace. Your room door opened and you could hear the heavy sound of the combat boots that all CW’s were forced to wear. They took a few steps toward you, which was unusual, and you held your breath. This is it. I’m gonna die. They’re gonna know that I’m faking-

You paused in your thoughts at the sound of the boots walking towards the door and it being closed. You let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Jesus, that was scary,” you muttered, still scared of them hearing you. You continued to lay in bed even after you heard the front door shut. After waiting a few more minutes, you got up and headed towards your closet. You put on some dark clothing before grabbing your backpack and heading to your window. Looking out the window carefully, you saw the CW’s moving on to the next street.

“Perfect.” You opened up your window and stuck a leg out. You shivered a little bit as it was chilly out. With one hand still holding your window you pulled your other leg outside, now sitting on the sill. With your other hand, you reached for the closest branch of the cherry blossom tree in your backyard. Using the hand still on the window, you closed it shut, making sure the sound wasn’t loud. Now you were dangling from the tree. Expertly, you swung yourself up onto the branch, having done this a million times before. Once on the tree, you were able to climb down safely, without being seen. Great. Looking left and right, making sure no one saw you, you headed down the pathway that you’ve traveled frequently. The pathway to the love of your life.

Who, you may ask. Well, none other than your savior.

“Hey Y/n,” you didn’t let him finish as you engulfed him in a big hug. You didn’t let go for a while, squeezing him so tight he almost couldn’t breathe. You hugged him as if it was your last hug and Soobin was rapidly getting worried that it might be. You could feel his heartbeat increase and pulled away slightly to reassure him.

“I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong, I just missed you.” At your words, Soobin calmed down and a shy smile overtook his face. You smiled widely at his shyness. He’s so cute!

“Babe, we saw each other today at school.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same and you know it. We’re not allowed to hug each other or kiss each other.” A devilish smirk appeared on your face as an idea popped into your head. “Like this!” You cupped Soobin’s face in your hands and brought it to yours, leaving a quick peck on his lips. You laughed at the shocked expression on his face.

Anyone who knew Soobin knew that he was timid. He didn’t speak a lot in school unless he was called on. He sat by himself during lunch, which worried you a little because you didn’t want him to be lonely, but anytime you expressed your concerns he reassured you that he likes the quietness. Which usually wouldn’t soothe your worries, but Soobin is different when with you.

With you, he talks exceedingly, maybe too much if you were being honest. With you, he wasn’t afraid to laugh his boisterous laugh. With you, he could be himself and he was grateful to you for that.

“Yah! You can’t just d-do that!” Even though it was dark and you couldn’t see it, you knew that there was a bright blush on Soobin’s face.

“Why? Aren’t I your girlfriend?” you teased. You loved teasing Soobin. It was your favorite pastime. Though at your words, you could feel the mood change. It was like a breeze came by and took away the lightness of your banter.

“But you aren’t.” The street lamp cast a light on his face for a moment and you could see the sadness etched on his face. He was right. You weren’t his girlfriend, not technically. The government has this rule that no one is allowed to date until they are 30. Apparently, it deals with overpopulation. Man, fuck The Capitol.

“Y-yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry,” you said looking at your feet. Soobin looked at you with sad eyes. He hated seeing you like this which is why when the two of you met up, you never talked about this. But it was bound to come up sooner or later. He lifted your chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“I love you. Let’s not talk about this tonight. It’s your birthday!” He placed a kiss on your forehead, then your cheeks, which were blushing red at his affection, one on your nose, and lastly he placed a passionate kiss on your lips. You immediately kissed back, shocked.

It was different, not like the small pecks the two of you share. It lasted longer and you could feel all the emotions that he was trying to convey in the kiss. You closed your eyes and deepened the kiss, hoping to show him how much you loved him. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you more into him. When your lungs felt as if they were to collapse if you didn’t stop, you pulled away, a daze in your eyes. Looking at Soobin, you saw his usual small, crooked smile on his face.

“Happy birthday, love. Forever?”

“Forever.”

“What if we run away?”

It’s been about a month since your birthday and currently, you have your head in Soobin’s lap, gazing up at him. He has his back resting on the wisteria tree behind him, a book in one hand while the other runs through your hair. His big, round glasses are adorned on the bridge of his nose, sliding down every few seconds. His blue bangs are covering his eyes today, not gelled back like usual. He looks like an idol Harry Potter adorable, you think. He should leave his hair down more often. It’s when he moves his hand from your hair to turn the page that you pop the question, causing him to stop and freeze.

“W-what?” he asks while looking down at you. His head is tilted, almost as if he didn’t hear you properly. But he did. And you know that. “Y-you want us to r-run away!?”

“Ok, I know it sounds crazy but we both love each other dearly, right?” He nods and you continue. “And it’s not like we have anything here weighing us down. Plus this country is horrible. I hate it and so do you. So let’s just leave. We can go to Averna, rent a home, start a family, grow old together.” Your voice slows down and you start sounding less sure of yourself once you see the look on Soobin’s face. “Do you not want that…”

“Of course I want that!” You flinch a little at the sound of his voice. In all of the 8 years that you’ve known Soobin, he has never raised his voice at you. Seeing your flinch, he lowers his volume. “Of course, I do Y/n, but how are we supposed to run away? There’s a tracker in our necks. The only reason we haven’t been tracked yet is cause they think we’re sleeping. If we leave, someone will report it. They could easily find us and bring us back….or worse.”

You know what he means by worse. The Capitol hates when citizens break the rules. You’ll end up the same as Amelia and your mother. You shudder at the memory of their limp bodies being carried off the grass. You push those thoughts to the back of your head as you open your mouth to speak again but you are cut off.

“No, Y/n, I’m serious. We are not running away. We’ll be killed. And what about Mrs. Johnson, huh? Do you really want her to lose another daughter?”

His words hit you hard. You look at him like a gaping fish, opening your mouth repeatedly but words never come out. He is right, of course, he is right. But you had always been the stubborn one.

“I DON’T CARE, SOOBIN!” Now he is the one to flinch back in shock. “I am tired of living in this terrible place, aren’t you? We’re treated like crap here, having to follow all these stupid rules. I wanna be able to eat candy whenever I want. I wanna be able to go out at night without having to be sneaky. I want to marry you, Soobin, before I turn freaking 30. And I can’t get any of these in Lamore. So let’s leave. Please,” you beg. You thought your words would be all that was needed to convince Soobin but you are wrong.

“Y/n. I love you so much. But I can’t do this, I can’t allow you to do this. We can’t. They’ll kill us once they find us and-”

“I’m going, Soobin. With or without you,” you tell him while standing up and he knows from the firmness in your voice that your mind is set. “Tomorrow night. I’m leaving tomorrow night at sunset. If you want to join me, meet me here, under the Wisteria.” You turn around to leave and take a few steps before Soobin’s words make you pause in your tracks.

“Forever?” It is a last resort. He thinks maybe he can change your mind. But you don’t even look back before continuing on your journey home. Soobin looks down dejectedly at his shoes before standing up and walking in the opposite direction you have.

What neither of you had noticed, was a certain Capitol Worker watching you the whole time. 

“She’s leaving tomorrow at sunset.” “...” “Don’t worry, I have a plan.”

The next day at school, you had expected to see Soobin in your first period, sitting in the front row as usual. Red flag number one should’ve been when you noticed that he wasn’t there when you walked in. He’s always early. You brushed it off though. Red flag number two was when the bell rang and the teacher started the class and Soobin still wasn’t here. Soobin’s never late to class. Again you pushed the thought away, focusing on what the teacher was writing on the board.

It’s the end of the day and still no sign of Soobin. You were extremely worried now and had reason to be. Even when he had the flu he came to school, albeit he was sent home immediately. You forced yourself to calm down, willing the worry that was bubbling in the bottom of your stomach to go down. It’s ok, you’ll see him tonight. You were certain he would be there. He loves you, there’s no way he wouldn’t be there. Boy were you in for a shock.

At about 10 minutes to sunset, you headed to the Wisteria tree which had quickly become your safe haven. A place where you could truly be yourself with your lover. A place where many kisses were shared, many memories were made. You smiled at the thought. But your smile was wiped off your face at the sight before your eyes.

Because there was Soobin, tied up to the tree with a gag in his mouth, and a boy around your age, maybe younger, next to him. His eyes were wide with worry and fear, for his life or yours you couldn’t tell. What the hell is happening?

“Oh hello, Y/n dear. Nice of you to finally join the party.” The boy spoke. “Do you know who I am?” Slowly, you shook your head no. His lips turned upwards into a smirk. He was fairly attractive and if you weren’t in love with Soobin, you would swoon. “My name is Kang Taehyun. Your CW.” A gasp slipped from your mouth.

“M-my, my what!? Y-you’re the one who does my curfew check? But you’re just a kid.” When the word left your mouth a hard glare was thrown your way. “N-nevermind, not a kid. Got it.”

“Good work, Taehyun.” A  feminine voice resounded from behind you. You turned in the direction of the voice and froze. No. Right in front of your eyes was the same woman you had met almost a decade ago. The same woman that had held a taser to your mother and best friends’ necks. The same woman who had stepped over their lifeless bodies as she had left the park. The same woman who had smiled at you from over her shoulder, as if she were happy that you had no one left. “Y/n, we meet once again. Oh, what’s with that frown? Aren’t you happy to see me?” She mocked you. She had killed your family and she dared to mock you. You felt a bolt of anger surge through your body. You got ready to lunge at her but stopped at the cock of a gun.

“Uh, uh, uh. Take a step back or else I’ll blow your brains out.” You smirked. You weren’t afraid of dying. It would’ve been worth it to hurt the bitch.

“I don’t care. She deserves to feel pain. It’s not as strong as the pain of losing your family but close enough.” You took a step forward your arm raised to throw a punch at her, but then Taehyun uttered words you never wanted to ever hear.

“Maybe you don’t value your life, but I’m sure lover boy over here does.” You stopped in your tracks for the nth time that day, turning around to see Taehyun’s gun pointed straight at Soobin’s head. You looked into his eyes and saw nothing but fear and you knew that your eyes reflected his. When all you did was continue to stare at Soobin, Taehyun started to become impatient and shot up into the air. You jumped at the booming sound and looked over at him. “Next shot will be in his head.” 

“P-please. What do you want? I’ll give you anything, just please, don’t hurt him,” your voice was shaky as you begged for his life. He can’t die, you won’t allow it. “K-kill me. Please kill me instead. Spare him.” At your words, Soobin tried his best to break free from his restraints. He struggled and struggled until Taehyun punched him in the face, forcing him to stop and causing you to scream in anguish.

“NOOOO!”  The pain in your voice could be heard from a mile away. Your sobs echoing in the darkness. You have never cried as hard as this. “PLEASE I BEG OF YOU STOP! STOP PLEASE. LEAVE HIM ALONE, TAKE ME. HURT ME.” You never imagined that you would be in this situation. Watching Soobin, the love of your life, your forever, in pain. Blood dripped from his nose and you cringed at the sight.

“Oh darling, we plan to. But first, why don’t you enlighten us on why you want to leave Lamore?” The silky smooth voice behind you spoke again. How does she know that? She must’ve read your mind because she answered your question right after. “Taehyun here has been following you, getting intel on you, for about a month now. You’re a sneaky one, aren’t you?”

A month? Why only a month? And they both must be mind-readers as Taehyun answered you next. “Your breath. The night of your birthday. It was too fast, almost as if you were nervous. And what would you have to be nervous about if you were sleeping?” His eyebrow quirked up a little as he asked the question. “So I came closer than I usually do to make sure I was seeing correctly. I was, it turns out.” So that’s why he took more steps towards you than usual. You knew something was up.

“So what, you followed me here. And you’ve been following me this whole time?”

“Precisely. Now answer Miss Paige’s question. Why do you want to leave Lamore?” You glared at the both of them, your stubborn self not answering. “Oh, no answer? Alright,” as he said that, Taehyun pointed his gun at Soobin’s leg and pulled the trigger. A deafening boom ringing in your ears but you didn’t hear. All you heard was Soobin’s horrifying scream. He’s in pain. And it’s my fault. 

You watched as blood spurred from the love of your life’s leg and you saw how he stumbled a little at the loss of support. I did this. 

“I-if I tell you everything, everything. Will you leave Soobin alone? And get him to a hospital?”

“See, darling. That’s not gonna work. Taehyun here, he’s bloodthirsty. He needs to kill at the sight of blood.” The fuck is wrong with this dude? Yea, definitely not attracted to him anymore. “So one of you here is gonna have to die.” Her creepy smile never left her face.

“O-ok, kill me. Not Soobin, me,” you said the words quietly, hoping that Soobin wouldn’t hear you. But even in his loopy state, he heard. He started struggling against his binds once again. You made eye contact with him and put on a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. You hoped to calm him but did the opposite. Worry pooled in his eyes and you looked away, knowing what you had to do. “Promise me. Swear that you won’t harm him anymore.”

“Alright. I swear on my daughter that I won’t harm lover boy.” And so you told them. You told them how much you hated the Capitol and Lamore in general. You told them how you loved Soobin and wanted to be with him forever. You told them how you planned to run away to Arena but Soobin didn’t want to. You told them everything. And when you were finally finished, you closed your eyes, awaiting death. You heard the sound of the gun and smiled. I’ll see you soon, Amelia, mom. But after a few moments of no pain, you opened your eyes. And screamed at the sight.

Soobin. With a bullet lodged in his head. You rushed over to him, your hands hovering over his body, too scared to touch him. You sobbed even harder than the first time you met him, your wails even causing Paige to feel sympathy for a moment. But only for a moment. You wheeled your head towards her, rage in your eyes. 

“You promised! You promised you wouldn’t kill him! You swore on your daughter, you lying bitch.” You screamed at her, feeling another part of your heart break. You lost one half of your heart at 10 years old and now, you lost the other half. You had a heart no more, all that was left was a hole in your chest. 

“Fun fact,” she leaned close to whisper in your ear, “ I don’t have a daughter.”

That must’ve been your breaking point because you wrapped your hands around her neck. Now you were the bloodthirsty one. But before you could even see a glimpse of pain in her eyes, a shot rang out. You looked down at your shirt, seeing a pool of red seep out. You smirked. It worked. I get to be with my family now.

You stumbled backward, ending beside Soobin, your back resting on the Wisteria tree that you used to call home. You leaned your head on his shoulder, thinking about the last thing he said to you. 

“Forever?”

And as you closed your eyes, you answered him.

“Forever.”

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[anotherashley]

Just wanted to say that I’m very much looking forward to reading DH, and if you ever wanted to write a story inspired by your tags on that Blackhawks au photoset I’d be happy to be your personal cheerleader because you’re so talented and that tag-fic was really interesting and well done

ajsdhfskjd you’re so sweet! thank youuuuu. sorry it took me a few days to respond to this. with your suggestion, i got caught up in the idea of writing a little something for those tags about: the hawks as an amateur team that have a youtube channel where they record their lives. and your message made me wanna put something down. it’s not much but i hope you like it, anon! 💙

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“Sharpy, if you don’t get that fucking phone outta my face…” Jonny starts.

Patrick can’t see his expression as he’s currently bent over tying his skates, but he can imagine the exaggerated frown tightening over Jonny’s mouth.

Ever since Sharpy realized the Hawks YouTube channel gets an uptick in views and subscribers when he shows Patrick and Jonny together he’s been relentless. He’s been incessant. Every corner they turn, every quiet moment of peace, there’s Sharpy with the camera, recording every tiny little thing they do, hoping to catch something he deems appropriately “cute”.

Patrick’s been over it since week five of the six months the team has already had this channel. But he could probably handle it on the basis that it was for the team to have some fun, only he’s not currently having any fun. Not when Sharpy’s like a shark in blood filled waters, trying to sniff out when he thinks him and Jonny might have a moment.

It’s caused Patrick to be more reserved recently. Less willing to touch Jonny, even casually, when the cameras are around. It’s not about the team. The team knows they’ve been together since they were basically pre-pubescent pimple faced kids. They don’t care.  They know him and Jonny are stupid over each other, incapable of not being codependent, usually never farther than ten feet apart.

It’s olds news.

But forty thousand people…that’s a fuck ton of people. People looking and seeing. And Patrick’s maybe a little shy when he’s not on the ice. Maybe a little private. Maybe a whole lot protective of what he and Jonny have. So if he’s not reached out for Jonny’s hand recently when the cameras are rolling, hasn’t kissed him before they leave the locker room before a game, or cuddled up with him on the team bus as much, it doesn’t have a single thing to do with Jonny. 

It’s just the cameras and all the eyes he knows are possibly watching.

That doesn’t stop Jonny from hating it, from being grouchy at being denied his hourly dose of affection. He hasn’t taken even a speck of it out on Patrick. He’s not that kind of boyfriend, captain, teammate, or person. But it’s certainly not stopping him from snapping at Sharpy trying to catch a soft second between them to get a sponsor for their next Hawks video.

“Lighten up, Tazer,” Sharpy teases. “I’m giving the fans what they want and that’s your pretty face.”

Jonny growls, but doesn’t look up from where he’s taping his stick.

Skates now tied Patrick sits up and leans into Jonny’s side, doesn’t immediately move away. It feels good, to let himself touch Jonny even in this small way and even if Sharpy will joyfully exploit it - for views. Views that equal money.

It’s true they could all use some new equipment, that each and every one of them is probably playing with semi-broken or taped together items that shouldn’t be used any longer. They wear old, torn jersey’s half the time, share a locker room with a peewee triple A hockey team named the Gators on Mondays and Wednesdays, a middle-aged men’s curling club on Thursdays, and a girl’s high school figure skating competition squad on Tuesdays. 

Their team bus is a thirteen year old Chevy Express van driven by Steeger with a sticky clutch and windows that don’t roll all the way down.

And their Hawks logo is a removable carpet.

So yeah, the team could use some extra money.

“You’re asking for it,” Patrick laughs.

“I’ll risk it for a new helmet. Don’t you want a new helmet, Kaner?”

“My helmet’s in perfect condition,” Patrick says primly. “My shin pads however…”

Sharpy snorts. “I could make a joke here but I’ll refrain because I’m a gentleman and a scholar.”

Jonny reaches out lightning fast and tries to swipe at Sharpy’s phone.

“Hey! Hands off the merchandise! And be kinder to Kaner’s knees,” Sharpy says and barks out a little scream when Jonny attempts to lunge at him again. But then he’s up and moving away, finally, to go bother Seabs and Duncs.

“What’s up?” Seabs says when Sharpy shoves the phone in his face and asks him what he thinks the Hawks odds are for beating the Wisconsin Wolves.

Looks like Seabs just finished his seven seven-minute game night rituals just a beat before and it’s the only reason Sharpy’s currently safe to be near that corner of the locker room.

“Pretty good, wouldn’t you say, bud?” he asks Duncs, who’s sitting next to him.

“Absolutely, bud,” Duncs agrees.

“Their goalie’s a sieve. We’re goin’ to rock it!” Seabs says.

“Rock out with our cocks out!” Duncs adds.

A cheer goes up from around the room.

“What are the chances Sharpy starts editing out all of the cuss words to make the new videos more family friendly?” Jonny whispers in Patrick’s ear and Patrick shivers, just a little. He leans into Jonny just a bit more.

“He’d have to edit out Duncs completely then because I can’t remember the last time he went more than two sentences without saying ‘fuck’ this or ‘fucking’ that.’

Jonny grins, amused. ”Lots of “fucking” - that’s for sure.”

“Maybe lots tonight?” Patrick asks. “Without the rest of the team.”

Jonny’s eyes darken and he leans in, like he’s thinking of kissing Patrick, but stops himself. “Definitely lots tonight. Definitely without the team. Definitely with you under me.”

Patrick feels himself flush and he ducks his head. 

He stands to shove on his jersey with the loose and fraying threads at the bottom when Q and Jeremy and come into the room for the pre-game pep talk.

“Listen up, you fucks!” Q barks, and Sharpy turns the camera on him. “The last time we played these cheese hosers we got blown out five to three. That’s embarrassing for me, that’s embarrassing for you, that’s embarrassing for the mommies that birthed you!”

“So embarrassing!” Jeremy echoes, ever Q’s shadow.

“Let’s go out tonight and show them who their real daddies are!” Q shouts.

The boys shout too.

“Who are their daddies?” Jeremy says. “You are!”

Q shoots him a narrowed eyed look. The rest of the room shoots him a look. Jeremy slinks back against the wall.

“Anyway,” Q says. “Starting line up tonight we’ve got: Sharpy, Tazer, Kaner.”

Clapping starts up.

“With Seabsie and Duncs on the blue line.”

More clapping.

“And Crow in net. Go get that win boys!”

Jonny stands and goes through his usual captain hype talk, with Seabs and Duncs jumping in as the rest of the team stands, collecting themselves into a line to head out onto the ice.

“Sharp, put the fucking phone away,” Q says at the back of the room.

“Putting the phone away!” Sharpy says and moves in line behind Buff.

“Now let’s fucking go out there and kick this one in the ass, boys!” Jonny says, from behind Patrick.

Patrick turns slightly, smiling up at Jonny and tugs on the front of his jersey. “Ferda?”

Everyone is around while they all get ready to shuffle into the hallway but no one is paying them any attention. And maybe it doesn’t matter if they were. 

He pushes up and pecks the corner of Jonny’s mouth, then his chin. Jonny’s face lights up, his smile so bright everything else around them temporarily fades away.

“Ferda!” Jonny says, pressing his forehead to Patrick’s temple. 

The doors to the rink opens and they all shuffle out.

[kpopfanfictrash]

Music Shuffle Tag

↳ Rules: put your music on shuffle and expose what your first 10 songs are!

↳ Tagged by @suga-kookiemonster and @hobidreams

↳ Tagging: @underthejoon @baebae-goodnight @m00nk1ld @bendthekneetobangtan @fortunexkookie @gukslut @stutterfly @floralseokjin @winetae @kinktae @gukyi @johobi @gimmesumsuga and anyone else who wants to do it! :)

I decided to do the same thing as Ashley & go to my iTunes library LOL bc that’s where the true gold is. I only started using Spotify in like, 2017 SO HERE GOES.

1. Kelsey -- Metro Station. OMG METRO STATION. Lmaooo wow, I totally forgot about this band. What’s miley’s brother up to these days??

2. Born This Way -- Lady Gaga. THIS SONG IS A BOP. THE END. 

3. Bad Things -- Jace Everett. asjdflkasjlk omg where r my true blood stans?? Am having flashbacks as I listen. Sssssookie.

4. Young, Wild & Free -- B.A.P ugh, I MISS BAP. this comeback was so good  

5. TT -- Twice. My halloween comeback queens, this song is iconic TT 

6. Addicted -- Simple Plan. I’m a DICK, I’m a DDICTED to youuuuu!! The quintessential soundtrack to any early 2000′s crush TT

7.  Can’t Feel My Face -- The Weeknd. Solid. 

8. Spirit In the Sky -- Norman Greenbaum. LMAO how did this get on here?? I literally don’t remember buying this song but like, I must have... u know what, as I listen, I realize this is a bop I stand by this 

9. Pretty U -- SEVENTEEN. MUSICAL/THEATRE SEVENTEEN IS THE BEST SEVENTEEN, THERE I SAID IT! I fucking love the choreo to this so much asldkjflas ice ice baby 

10. Dream -- Suzy & Baekhyun. Never forget when Baekhyun sang this live with Suzy and refused to look at EXO the entire time bc he knew they were clowning him in the audience LOLL 

[count-v-dracula]

Where Do You Go When You Close Your Eyes

shiny

cold. as. ice. you never let anyone off the hook when they wrong you. careful dances in your ballet shoes have deemed them worn and useless, but a new pair awaits you from the closet. living in the lap of luxury has made you the dream friend of any given person at your school. is that really who you want to be? you're so much more than your money, your eloquence! don't let your beauty go to waste.

tagged by: @qceensofkings​ tagging: youuuuu

[uinen-ulmiel]

I was tagged by @sammythankyou,thank youuuuu!

Who were you named after?: My grandmother.

Last time you cried?: 2 days ago,I watched the last episode of The Big Bang Theory.

Do you like your handwriting?: Yes. 

What is your favorite lunch meat?: idk.

Longest relationship?: 3 years. 

Do you still have your tonsils?: Yes. 

Do you bungee jump?: No.

What is your favorite kind of cereal?: Cookie Crisp.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?: Yes. 

Do you think you’re strong willed?: Yeah I guess. 

Favorite Ice Cream?: Vanilla,cookies.

What is the first thing you notice about a person?: Neck (I swear I’m not a killer) and eyes,sometimes shoulders idk why..

Football or baseball?: Baseball.

Favorite donut?: Chocolate donut.

Last thing you ate?: Pringles BBQ.

What are you listening to?: uhm..metal and rock. 

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?: Black.

What is your favorite smell?: Coffee.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?: My godmother.

Married?: No.NEVER.

Hair color?: Brown,now tho’ is blue.

Eye color?: Brown.

Favorite food to eat?: Spaghetti Arrabiata.

Scary movies or happy ending?: Scary movies.

Last movie you watched in a theater?: The Rise of Skywalker.

What color shirt are you wearing?: Black.

Favorite holiday?: Halloween but we don’t celebrate it here.. 

Beer or wine?: Both.

Night owl or morning person?: Night owl.

Favorite day of the week?: Friday.

Favorite animal?: All of them,mostly wolves and horses.

Do you have a pet?: I had a wolfdog,Wolf (Volf).

Where would you like to travel?: Italy,Israel,Australia.

I tag @oneforsorrovv and @lapinkpig.Have a nice day/night/anything..!

[eclipsing-maestro]

Meet the character - Vitale Maestro

(Shes mute so parenthesis meaning shes speaking in handsigns)

► Name ➔   …… ( Just call me V )

► Are you single ➔ …. ( Nope, happily married )

► Are you happy ➔  …. ( I’m calm...I think )

► Are you angry? ➔ …. ( Some temper here and there )

► Are your parents still married ➔ …. ( Yep, slowly recovering from being apart due to rescuing my little brother from running away )

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ …. ( Though my life exists in another universe not of this one, Caelum Isle...now abandoned was where we “Maestros” reside, hiding out beliefs and existence, somewhere in the First. Nobody knows it exists, but I know where, unless you wish to adventure within the Empty but I already pointed a checkpoint and can get there with a snap of a finger)

► Hair Color ➔ …. ( Jet black....usually some white highlights depending on my powers after affects)

► Eye Color ➔  …. ( I have pure ghost white eyes, not to mention black sclera...my eyes weren't always like this, but until I started to embrace my true self, my true power, it'll remain this way forever, no turning back into having normal eyes again. My eye sight how it is? well, theres lots of things I can see with and through it, but there are some flaws where things look very artificial...divisional. But, y’know, its nice )

► Birthday ➔ ….. ( Dece-...err... 16th Sun of the....6th Umbral Moon...still trying to get accustomed to Hydaelyns calendar haha ) 

► Mood ➔  ….. ( Kind of blank, sometimes tired but very focused when it comes to doing a mission )

► Gender ➔ ….. ( I’m a boy..... just kidding, I’m a female, but I do get mistaken as a male from time to time, cant blame my tomboy personality )

► Summer or winter ➔ …. ( Winter, I’m not too accustomed to the heat of Summer )

► Morning or afternoon ➔ ….. ( Both, but mostly I like the mornings )

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ ( well...I do.... I grew up with him so he was a childhood friend...its like he could read my mind and feelings but he understood and accept every piece of me, even my own flaws. He’s saved me many times, though after my childhood I haven't seen him ever since...we both have had a rough life but when we reunited, we were at odds at first, but decided to fix our friendship again. He was my first bestfriend, my first love...and always will be. People get confused if he and I are even in a relationship, cus no matter what we always acted like childhood best friends, pulling pranks, acting like goofballs and jokers, and even fight side by side when we are out of on missions. Hes my partner in crime but hes well....more than that)

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ ( Well.... not much of something I believe in, but there are times where things just click later on)

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ ( Never had a relationship ended, still with my childhood friend....or technically childhood crush, and we both are still in love with each other til this day )

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ ( Had some old friends who did to me, so I had return the favor.... )

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ ….. 

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ (Well I did hug my husband.... when I woke up in the morning and he was brushing his teeth and....okay next question please!!)

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ ( Not interested )

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ …. ( Yeah, not to mention I shattered my mind until I went genocidally insane....but thats all in the past... just making amends now )

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ ( Mainly love....I mean...sometimes you can get crazy when you're in love....right?)

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ ( Definitely both! )

► Cats or Dogs ➔ ( I love them both, but I'm more of a dog person )

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ ( A few best friends....one or two would suffice )

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ ( Would mostly like a romantic night in, it just has such a serenity to it, but sometimes some Wild nights out are fun too, going to some clubs, getting drinks, maybe an arcade or an amusement park )

► Day or night ➔ ( Mostly night time )

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ ( When I was a kid, yep, mom would want to kill me haha.... not literally, its just a joke...haha )

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ ( Sometime.... okay yeah a lot haha )

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ ( back then....I do, and it did hurt, and it hurt others if I lose myself... )

► Wanted to disappear ➔ ( Invisibility magic, I'm down for that! besides the joke, it crossed my mind a lot )

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ ( The eyes.... cus there's more in it then what we know )

► Shorter or Taller ➔ ( I have no preference in that )

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ ( I would say intelligence... attraction doesn’t mean shi-...errr… matter to me. I think whats on the inside is more attractive than whats on the outside, and even intelligence can be attractive.... which is why i fell in love with Jaydes….whos my husband and childhood friend, if I didn't mention his name in the previous questions I mean...) 

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ ( Is that even a question? Of course a Relationship, why would I do a hook-up?.... I prefer romance and loyalty over anything... anything just to wake up in the next morning, next to the one I love, and knowing that I am loved )

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ ( Only my parents, my uncle, and most of my siblings....we all had our... fall outs in the past, but we did our best to bury the hatchets as time goes by....some of them I’m still trying to recover with.... my dumbass brother I still have a bit of my fall-outs with, and another one I never met... but shes somewhere out there.... another story my mothers family despises me to the core because she fell in love with my father, who is from a bloodline, the Katsuo, the my mothers bloodline, the Shiranuis, still bearing historic grudges against each other, even if that hatred subsided, some Shiranui���s out there still believe that hatred is neverending, leaving them a bad reputation to our world) 

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ ( If you ever looked deep into my eyes, you'll probably know that I have )

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ ( I did....it was a big mistake... all i wanted was to start my life anew but I... abandoned my family who still loved me, even Jaydes….and....sorry I should stop talking about this.. )

► Have you ever gotten kicked out? ➔ ( Well, in Family wise, not really )

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ ( A bunch...but only those who weren't really real friends. though Hate is a strong term, I lived my life of hatred and wrath, so I'm trying my best to find my inner peace and maintain it )

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends? ➔ ( Those who are true and real, I would consider them very good friends.... but its kinda hard to open but im doing my best to be real to them...hopefully they'll be real to me too..)

► Who is your best friend ➔ ( In Hydaelyn, two good friends, and another from a far off universe, different from mines too. The ones in Hydaelyn, they are both from the Steppe, funny thing is we almost look alike but even with my differences they're still around with me. )

► Who knows everything about you ➔ ( Not much, I just remain a deep mystery but its no big deal to me, I enjoy being an unknown, its very comforting )

Tagged by: @lareine-kira <3 thanks for the tagsss! :3

Tagging: @alun-ura @wolforya @cfasura07 and YOUUUUU \^-^/ if you want to I mean

[jumpingsnowflakes]

Tag thingy

@wie-sagt-man-noch tagged me - thank youuuuu :)

Rule: Tag 10 followers you want to get to know better.

Name: Pauline

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Cancer

Height: 163 cm

Sexuality: would consider myself hetero sexual but labeling isn´t really for me

What images do you have set as your desktop / cellphone wallpaper: My phone lockscreen is a picture of Andi and Markus hugging (after Markus danced for Andi when he became olympic champion <3), phone wallpaper is a picture of a sunset with some friends of mine and my desktop are the signs of the GoT houses

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: noo, we didn´t have the good looking teacher ^^

Where do you see yourself in 10 years: holy moly.. I would love to have a plan for the future but.. Let´s just say: hopefully loving my life and having a cat! and some pigs

If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be: by the sea. in the warmth. croatia would be perfect.

What was your coolest Halloween costume?: well, I never had a halloween costume. I wasn´t (and still am) not really into Halloween and dressing up in general.

What’s your favorite 90s show: ugh. I mean I was only born in 1999 so there wasn´t much television for me in the 90s. Gotta go with ´das Sandmännchen´ :D

Who was your last kiss: a friend of mine, we were both drunk and it wasn´t a good idea AT ALL. so yeah, I´d rather forget about it..

Have you ever been stood up: Nope

Have you ever been to Las Vegas: nope and I also don´t feel the need to go

Favorite pair of shoes: I am not very into shoes but I do like my black high heels I wore to prom  

Favorite fruit: ugh, can´t choose. maybe blueberries and mango though

Favorite book: the “a song of ice and fire” books.

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done: uhh I can´t really get my head around something. I´ve done little stupid things like copying my mothers sign but over all it seems like I´m quite boring

I tag: @schnaf @temsah @skijumpersangels @k-raftboeck @louddreaming @sonnenscheingirl  @seventeenlovesthree (only seven ppl, i knoooow)