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teafangirl · 3 months ago

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Healing with love

Marvels Starlord/Peter Quill x Reader/ Y/N (Female reader)

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Summary : You and Peter have been dating for a while, you and Peter made a trip to earth whale the rest of the team fixed up the ship. To you, it really seemed like Rocket just wanted to get rid of you two, since he hadn't complained about you two spending a few weeks on earth. Honestly, you two needed a break too. With a little help from SHIELD (Money wise) you two got an apartment and were told you could stay as long as you wanted. Things were going amazing till your teeth started aching, it seemed you had ignored your injuries from the team's latest fight for long enough, and now you required a few teeth in the back of your mouth fixed, You were told your face might be swollen after the procedure, but it was something that needed to be done, and your boyfriend Peter had said he'd help you through it, and you knew he always came through when you really required him you just didn't realize how much he'd do for you!

Warnings : Fluff, comfort, Starlord being absolutely adorable, medical stuff, sleep drugs. This might hit you in the feels. Spice, more so near the end. Action adventure, drugs, alens,

A/N: this one's kinda personal, so hope you like it. It's not set in any point in the marvel universe. Also in this story reader is human she is from earth, let's say she met Peter when he visited earth once and decided to leave earth with him. I apologize for any spelling mistakes, I know it's long, but the story just kept going. Hope you enjoy! I also apologize for any medical stuff I got incorrect. Ps: all pictures are from the web! Extra PS, i’d like to thank my friends @little-miss-dilf-lover for helping me with the base idea and inspiration for parts of this story !

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Monday 3:00 in the afternoon

You'd had to fast all day in preparation for the operation to fix two teeth in the back of your mouth that had been giving you problems. Your boyfriend Peter had made the fasting part relatively easy by staying at your side all day and keeping you busy with conversation, movies, cuddles, kisses and taking you shopping to find some fluffy pillows and blankets to cuddle up in after it was over. The Hospital had put the time for your procedure at 3 in the afternoon so they could do the more important patients first, but soon the day flew by thanks to Peter, and it was time to go to the hospital. Once you were both in your rented vehicle, it was a simple small car. You looked over at Peter, and he looked at you, and as if he could read your mind he put a gentle hand to your chin and pulled you into a kiss.

“Everything's going to be ok! Remember I said I'd be right beside you… I keep my promises, don't I?”

You smiled at him, it was a genuine warm smile, the one he always seemed to awaken with one of his warm kisses. It was like his lips were always so moist for you, and maybe he did that on purpose.

` “Yea, the only people you don't keep your promises too are the ones who don't deserve them or you in the first place!”

You said quietly while kissing him back.

“True, but I deserve you, and you deserve me, I love you to the farthest space nebula and beyond… I'd do anything for you Y/N!”

Peter watched your cheeks blushed hot red at his words, which made him smile. He'd show you what he ment by he'd do anything for you, and he knew you'd appreciate it all. Peter loved seeing you happy, because to him, you are his everything. While he drove to the hospital, one hand was on the stirring wheel controlling the car while the other found its way to your hand and held it tightly, he rubbed gentle circles into your hand as he drove. At some point, he caught your eye looking at his mixtape, which was sitting on the arm rest between the front seats.

“I almost forgot the music! Sorry about that.”

He said as he removed his hand from yours to put the music on, you laughed a little because Peter never forgot his music. He smiled at the sound of your laugh.

“I love that laugh of yours!”

This made you blush a lot harder and stare into his eyes for a while.

His voice was so soft to your ears, and your thoughts seemed to drift to the moment when you'd first confessed your love for the leader of the Guardians, who was now your Perfect boyfriend.

“Well, it's quite funny when you forget to put on the music that's never off when we are on the ship”

This time he chuckled, and his hand met yours again. He smiled that charming smile at you which made you blush again and seem to drown all your thoughts about the operation, he was good at distracting your mind.

“Maybe I did that on purpose to make you laugh!’

You gave him a smirk, knowing he likely hadn't planed it, but perhaps maybe he did. You didn't feel like asking, you just enjoyed the moment with him. Your Starlord!

Monday 4:20 in the afternoon at the Hospital

You'd already checked in and had talked to all the important doctors, singed all the correct paperwork and put on the hospital gown which Peter helped you tie up after he insisted it was on the wrong way which had you in a laughing fit, hugging him for about a minute he thought it was at least good they had let you keep your shorts but still didn't understand why the gown was on the way it was. Nevertheless, before getting in the hospital bed you let him give you a back scratch which he declared was the reason you put the gown on the way you did, which made you laugh even more. His fingers running up and down your back made you feel calm and smile, which it had become obvious had been your boyfriends goat the entire time. Soon, the anaesthesiologist came over and asked what smell you wanted for the mask that would help you fall asleep, thus making the surgery go by all that much faster. You'd had to leave your boyfriends lap to tell the doctor you'd wanted a specific green tea lipstick you'd picked out, apparently it was something Mantis had suggested when you asked her about calming smells. The doc took the lipstick and after a telling you how the operation would work left you alone with Peter again.

“I should get in the bed now.”

You told him as you got into the still warm blankets and laid your head on the pillow. Before you knew it, Peter had moved his chair to the spot right beside the bed and had taken your left hand in his. The blankets felt warm against your skin, added with Peter's hand wrapped around yours you forgot about the worry you'd been feeling about the operation. Soon a few nurses came in with an Iv pool and a poll containing, blood pressure they wrapped that around your right arm and the nurse had a fun moment getting Peter to remove his hand from yours in order to get the proper readings but as soon as she was done his hand was back on yours you'd become a Magnet because if the nurses made him remove himself from you, he'd be back in no less than a second. One of the nurses even smiled when she saw how attached and how much your boyfriend clearly cared for you. When It came time for the iv, you wouldn't let them put it in.

‘Remember, I want the anaesthesia in the mask, so please don't give it to me in the iv!”

The nurses nodded and Peter put a comforting hand on your arm as he squeezed your left hand, making you blush as he looked at the nurses and seemed to put on his serious face.

“I'll make sure they do it right, Angel”

The endearment made you blush and smile once more as Peter gently took your face in his hand and turned it towards him as the nurses put the iv in your arm. You smiled you'd told him you hated IVs and as you looked into his green eyes, and he looked into yours, soon enough the iv was in and you'd been non the wiser. That's another reason you loved Peter, he seemed to be able to read you like an open book, he knew just how to make you truly happy. Meeting him was a good day, but when you'd both kissed for the first time, that had been the start of an amazing relationship better than any you've had before. That goes both ways to Peter you were better than any relationship he's ever had, and you are his Angel.

Monday 5:19 the Operation

Soon it was time to be wheeled off to the Operation room. A few doctors had come to take you back. You and Peter had been in the middle of a conversation when they'd walked in. you looked over at Peter, who smiled and leaned in, placing a kiss to your lips. The kiss was sweet and the taste of his lips remained on yours as a reminder he was there.

“I'll be here when you wake up… I'll be right here, Angel!”

You smiled at that and blushed some more. His hand gently squeezes your hand he doesn't let go til you get to the elevator since he knows they won't let him go into the operating room with you no matter how much he wants to, you'd already asked that he just stay in the waiting room. He kissed you on the lips one last time before you entered the elevator, and it closed, leaving him somewhat alone in the hallway.

You watched the ceiling fly by as you rolled down the hallways, cold air passing over you as each set of doors opened, the warm blankets covering your body. You focused on your boyfriend, not letting your thoughts wander. Likewise, you pictured him sitting in the waiting room listening to his zune or the old-fashioned Walkman you'd brought him for Christmas the year prior. You imagined him in his red leather jacket, gray shirt, blue jeans and the pair of regular boots he'd put on that morning his hair had been a mess, but that's the way you liked it. Or perhaps he was reading one of the books you'd also gotten him for Christmas. You could see him sitting all cross-legged maybe even falling asleep perhaps he'd check the area around the hospital to make sure you were indeed safe but in your mind you were safe as long as you knew he was nearby. Soon your bed was pulled into a bigger set of white doors into a room with many devices and machines there was an operating table in the middle of the room and above were probably lights, tho you had no clue what the big thing was. You were moved onto the table, your eyes glancing around at all the people, all the doctors you tried to keep yourself study in reality it was Peter who had been the only thing keeping your nerves in check. However, soon a mask that was lined with pink at the rim was placed over your mouth and nose.

“You are ok, focus on your boyfriend, you got this just breathe “

And you did just as the doctor said, you focused on Peter because you were strong you'd faced many threats and challenges you could get through this. You knew as soon as you fell asleep it would go by fast, and you'd see him again, so you took one deep breath after the other inhaling the anaesthesia you felt your legs curl up as your muscles relaxed, you could almost feel it running throughout your body relaxing every muscle as you took more breaths. You felt your eyes droop they wanted to close you kept breathing soon you didn't feel like you could move any of your other limbs, it felt like they'd all gone to sleep. Your mind cleared too, it was like only your eyes were still working still staying open. The feeling of feeling nothing was sorta pleasant, there was a soft hum that filled the air it sorta felt like you were floating, all the surrounding voices seemed tiny and the least audible. Before you knew it, your eyes had given in, and you were asleep, you didn't feel a thing.

All that time ago when you met Peter

It was morning, and you'd just woken, gotten dressed and were taking a walk around the block of your nationhood it was small quiet and normal, well as normal as it could get for you. A normal day in your normal life, as you walked you'd thought about what you'd need to get done today when suddenly you'd seen a ship flying downwards from the sky it was blue and orange looking closer with your phone it looked like it was going to crash. You could have kept on walking but no, you'd wanted something more interesting you'd wanted an adventure and here it was crashing at your feet a mystery something extraordinary, you'd always found space cool, so this was right up your alley. You turned on your heel, keeping an eye on the ship, and ran towards it. Sane people might have run away or done something else, but not you. Luckily the ship didn't crash far, and you reached it after a while dopamine and adrenaline pumping through your veins, failing your speed. Once at the crash site, your eyes widened, you saw the spaceship covered in some flames, then you spotted the people standing right outside it. One was a raccoon another was a tree, a green woman with a sword, a blue cyborg, a lady in green and with antennas, a gray looking man with red marks on his chest and the most handsome human you'd seen.

“Hay, you there, what are you looking at!”

You hadn't realized you'd been spotted till the raccoon spoke in a harsh, demanding tone, making the others look your way, and suddenly you felt wrong just standing there.

“Help, I'm here to help!”

You had noticed the human was struggling to regain balance, so you ran down into the crater and put one arm around his back and put one of his arms around your shoulder. Your breath hitched when his green eyes met yours, your moment was interrupted when the green woman spoke up.

“Well Quill, if this is what you call visiting your home planet, I don't…”

She was cut off by Quill, who shot her a glare.

“I didn't realize earths Gravity would cause the engine to overheat and stop working and make us crash” he then looked at the raccoon.

‘Rocket, can you fix this so it doesn't happen again?”

Rocket gave quill a smirk and an annoyed look, then spoke.

‘Yea, yea Quill I can, but it's going to take a bit…come on Groot we got work to do!”

Rocket and the tree were now gone from view and Quill was getting a tad heavy, but you didn't know if you should speak up or just continue to marvel at the events that just graced your life. Soon, the blue cyborg walked over to antenna lady and Gamora.

“Well while Rockets doing the repairs me, Nebula and Mantis are going to check out this place called New York, call us if you need something”

Quill nodded, but before the ladies left him with you, Mantis pointed to the Gray person with red marks who you'd forgotten was there.

“Drax help her hold Quill”

And that's when you realized Quill was favouring his left side and leaning on you completely, Drax was about to help when you lost balance thus falling and Quill landed right on top of you.

“Sorry about that, miss…what's your name?”

The man's voice was soft, kind even tho he was physically hurt, his strawberry blonde. Hair was messy and wet from sweat probably, the stubble on his face was almost begging for your hand to rub across it his face although dirty looked beautiful his lips were a little red likely from all the heat, but he looked charming. Soon water sprayed over the ship that was likely from rocket or Groot using a nearby fire hydrant, however the water didn't just soak the ship but also you two water ran down your clothes and his. You smiled, then remembered he had asked for your name.

“Y/N…my name is Y/N”

It was his turn to smile, and his green eyes met yours.

“Thanks for the help, It's nice to meet you…. My names Peter Quill or you can call me Starlord!”

And with that the rest of your life was changed forever, and you wouldn't have it any other way, nor would he. You were disrupted when Drax took Peter off of you and Mantis helped you stand and the second she touched you her eyes went wide as if she knew something you didn't or hadn't figured out yet. Suddenly a thought popped into your head Quill didn't look like he'd make it to a hospital plus most people wouldn't believe a man fell from space, they'd likely send him to whatever Area 51 they had.

“I live just up the road, we can go there and you guys can rest while I bandage up Peter!”

Peter smelled at your kindness and nodded to Drax wile Mantis went with Nebula and Gamora. Drax picked the man up, and you started walking in the direction of your house, and soon Drax and Peter were right beside you.

“So, do you normally help strangers who fall from space?”

You saw the smirk on his face, which made you chuckle.

‘Nope, you're the first Space Angel I've helped!”

He laughed at that.

‘We are more Guardians than Angels”

You nod.

“Guardians of the Galaxy”?

As you led them into your house, Peter smiled and took a deep breath as you had Drax set him down on the couch and prop his leg onto the coffee table, you left the room to grab the medical kit you lept in the bathroom and for a second you took a breath and realized what you'd just done, that your life would never be the same.

“Y/N you alright?”

Peter yelled from the living room, and with that you knew you wouldn't change what you'd done, you didn't want to live just your normal life any more.

“Yes I'm amazing Peter, I've got the box let's get you bandaged up then I wanna hear all about your adventures!”

Perhaps this is what you've craved your entire life, perhaps this is what you'd been missing, perhaps these were the people you truly belonged with. Peter told you so many stories, so much about Space, after his injuries healed you became even closer soon you spent all your days with him going out or staying in with him and Drax who was pretty funny when he didn't understand metaphors. Soon the girls met back up with the three of you, and you got proper introductions to the rest of the team. It was the most fun you'd had in a long time, and Peter seemed to enjoy you too. However, soon Rocket announced the ship was fixed, and they'd found a gig for the team that was quite a ways from earth meaning you might never see them again this fact made you sad till an idea came to you.

“Can I come?”

All of them looked at you, then Starlord placed his hands in yours.

“What we do is dangerous are you sure this is what you want, we might not return to earth for more than a few months.”

His green eyes locked onto yours as you looked into his. You could have turned back, but no, you knew what you wanted, and you wouldn't lose it.

‘Yea… I wana go anywhere with you Starlord let's do this!”

Peter nodded, and soon you were standing in at the front of the ship with one hand on Peter's shoulder and the other on his chair as you watched the world get smaller and soon the ship faced the sky and more than a second later the ship was surrounded by Space in all its colourful glory.

“It's magnificent, Peter, it's gorgeous!”

Peter smiled up at you, then turned his gaze to the others who nodded, and he looked back up at you with a smile.

“Welcome to the Guardians of the Galley Y\N”

Your heart sped up as you heard those words, and soon you felt arms wrap around you as the team pulled you into a group hug, and you felt comfortable and at home like never before. Tears streamed down your face, and soon you found Peter locking eyes with you and wiping your tears away as the others departed from the group hug. But no sooner than Peter had started comforting you and your tears of Joy did Rocket decide it was time to go to that gig he'd mentioned and started the ship at full speed, causing you to fall right onto Peters lap as he was pushed into his chair. You two smiled at each other as you watched space fly by and earth get smaller and smaller.

` Back to the present, waking from Surgery

Your vision was hazy at first, you could see people, you saw someone leaning on the side of the bed, elbows on the blankets and holding one of your hands in his while he seemed to be listening to what the others in the room were saying. Soon he tuned back to you and noticed you'd awoken a little.

“Hey Angel”

He reached a hand up and adjusted the clear mask that had kinda fallen off your face. He kept it on your face while his other hand kept holding your hand.

“It's ok Angel it's just Oxygen they said it was to help you wake up”

The voice sounded familiar, but all you wanted to do was sleep more however you were able to get one word out of your mouth, your voice sounded dehydrated and dry.

‘Peter?”

Peter nodded as your eyes closed again. You'd been in and out of consciousness since the doctors brought you to the recovery room, then went to get him. The air mask that was supposed to help clear up the anaesthesia however it didn't help that you moved in your sleep, so the thing kept falling off, luckily Peter was always there each time to put it back on your face.

Your face wasn't too swollen according to the docs they'd given you pain relieving medicine in whatever stitches they had to put in your mouth, so the pain wouldn't hurt you too much, which made Peter happy because he hated seeing you in pain. After a few more moments, your eyes started to open again and Peter watched as they scanned the room, finally landing on him, his eyes locked onto yours as they opened fully.

“Peter!”

Peter squeezed your hand a little reassuringly.

“I told you I'd be here when you woke up!”

You were able to smile a little as you tried to get up, Peter put a gentle hand to your chest, gently pushing you back down again.

“Take it easy, ok I'm right here!

You laid back down and kept your eyes glued on Peter as he looked over to a nearby tray and grabbed a glacé of water that had been sat there. He grabbed it and brought the strawless cup to your lips.

“Want some water, Angel?”

As your lips slipped over the rim of the cup, Peter tilted it just enough to let a slow stream of cold water run into your mouth.

“They brought you back from surgery a few moments ago, they also said they gave you pain meds in your mouth”

You took the information in as more water slipped into your mouth, Peter soon removed the cup and set it back on the tray. He then grabbed a small ice pack off the tray.

“They told me this would help with the swelling, Angel.”

You couldn't necessarily feel your cheeks heat up at the use of the word Angel, but you were pretty sure they did. You then looked down and, as if reading your mind, Peter leaned over your lap and took both your hands in his.

“Swellings not bad Angel, not bad at all, you still look gorgeous!”

His voice was soft and his hold on your hands tightened as he kissed your knuckles, making your heart flutter. You smiled at how gentle Peter was being with you, he was always gentle and kind, and that's another thing you loved about your Boyfriend.

“Thank you…you're gorgeous, too, Handsome!”

Peter blushed and kissed your knuckles again, this time a more passionate one, if that could be possible. For Starlord many things were possible.

“Hey, how about I get you discharged, and we go get some ice cream then go home and ill cuddle you !”.

You nod best you can to that and Peter goes to get up, not without kissing your knuckles again and reassuring you hell be back. After a moment, he returns with the doctor and quickly takes up his spot beside you again. The doctor has a look at his clipboard before speaking.

‘Ok she's free to go, we do recommend her riding in a wheelchair to your vehicle, at least it's a safety precaution.”

Peter nods and looks back at you.

“Why Can't my boyfriend just carry me?”

Peter gives you a smirk, seeing the meds have worn off enough for your sass to come back.

The doctor sighs, clearly annoyed somewhat at your ass.

“It may not be safe, Miss Y/N for you because of the operation you just had.”

Peter let another smirk slide as a pout came over your facial features. Peter found you cute like this with part of the drugs still in your system, it made you extra needy of him, and he was always happy to provide.

“But my Boyfriend is the freaking Starlord! He can do whatever he wants, and so can I!”

Peter almost let loose a chuckle, that card almost always worked on enemies or if they wanted someone to back off, it was funny to see you trying to use it just so he could carry you. Peter knew you wouldn't stop until you got what you wanted because when you wanted to be, you could be stubborn as hell. He gently kissed your knuckles, grabbing your attention away from the doctor and directing it onto himself, Your gorgeous eyes met his.

“Angel I'll carry you wherever you want after we get out of the hospital, I'll even push the wheelchair myself!

You sighed, knowing Peter was just trying to find an even balance, and you couldn't say no to him, so you nodded and he smiled. Once the doctor left, Peter put a gentle hand on your back and helped you into a sitting spot on the bed, then slowly moved your legs over the side and garbed your shoes and socks he knelt down on one knee and gently griped your leg. He slipped your socks on your feet gently and slowly, then he put your shoes on and tied them. Then he gently set on the bed with you and held onto your shoulder while he undid the hospital gown in the gentlest way he possibly could.

‘Peter you know they only did the operation on my mouth right?”

Peter smiled at that statement as he finished undoing the hospital gown. On the contrary he did know that fact but to him all that matters is making you feel all his love and comfort he wants to make you feel loved since he knows you sometimes tend to hate the way you look and Peters always there to remind you he doesn't love you for your looks but also in his eyes your always gorgeous your always his Angel and he'll take care of you he knows you'd do the same for him. In fact, when you two met you were so gentile when cleaning and bandaging him up he thought he was dreaming because no one had ever been that gentle with him, and now he's gonna return the favour to his Angel. If you ask him hell always repay the favour, and he knows you'll repay him too because you're like that, strong, kind sweet gentle. After removing the hospital gown he moves his hands along the curves of your body, running a hand up your legs till it finds your hand which he grabs while he's getting your shirt and helps you put it on, as for your bra he tucks that into his bag, knowing from paying attention to you that bras are uncomfortable and two your nipples can't be seen through a jacket, so he takes off his leather jacket. He wants you to feel the most comfortable, and soon you find his leather jacket wrapped around you and zipped up, and this makes you smile because you love being wrapped up in his jacket, and he knows it. You glacé at his arms which are now free to your eyes, and you instantly want them wrapped around you, so you stand up and Peter quickly sees you're unsteady and holds you, watching as your cheeks blush. The hold feels comforting and safe as he guides you towards the wheelchair once you're in it, he holds your hand tightly as he grabs the list of yours and his stuff into his bag all he has out now is his Walkman and headphones which he brings around to the front of the wheelchair and kneels down to your level while still holding your hand.

“Hey, wanna listen to some music, maybe have a nap, and before you can say– Come and get your love, we will be in our car?”

You smiled, knowing he was trying to keep your mind off your face with his playful charm, and it was working, it always did. You nodded, and he smiled as he put the headphones on your head and soft music came through the Walkman that he had given you to hold one of his hands pushed the wheelchair and the other rests on your shoulder, and you can tell he's smiling at you because he can tell your happy and because he loves you. Soon Come and get your love comes on the mixtape, but by then your eyes have taken up Peter's suggestion to have a nap.

Your First mission with the Team after leaving earth

Rocket had said the ship was close to the planet that held the team's latest mission. The mission was apparently that the Nova core had put out a bounty on an alien group who were supposedly working with the Grandmaster and looking for some artifact that was possibly dangerous. It seemed simple stop the baddies and stop whatever the hell the Grandmaster was planning, but of course nothing was ever simple. For the past few hours of the flight, you had done some training with Gamora and were now listening to music with Starlord. Your head rested on his shoulder and your arm wrapped around his back while his arm held you close to his body. It was a calming moment, calm before the storm, one could say. The air was worm with you too and Mantis could feel it, when she had touched you shed felt love, felt that you needed someone like Peter, and she knew her brother needed someone like you too. You two looked into each other's eyes you didn't want to leave the spot you were in snuggled up to him, your friends would tell you it was bad to fall this fast or that you should have thought it all through, but life is about living and sometimes making rash decisions and so far you had not regretted leaving with the Guardians.

“Hay Y/N can I ask…why did you decide to leave with us? I mean…”

He cut himself off as if not knowing how to phrase what he wanted to say, but you understood the question.

“Guess I've always felt like, I was so different, I guess I felt like I belonged some place else I don't even know if those are the right words”

Peter looked surprised, but before you could take in his facial expression he's wrapped you into a hug, holding you tightly against his chest, on hand on your head and the other rubbing your back. You didn't need to tell him any more, it seemed like he knew how you felt, he just kept holding you till Nebula walked in and tilted her head.

“Quill is the new girl, alright?

Peter didn't answer Nebula, he just continued holding you tightly, Peter kissed the top of your head once Nebula left the two of you alone after informing you the ship had landed.

“I've got you Angel, you'll be ok, I don't care how different you are… You are gorgeous in appearance and heart!

Peter whispered, and you felt your cheeks go red as you looked up at him with a smile, and soon you two grabbed your weapons and joined the others on the planet. This mission went well up till the point when you peter and the others got separated looking for the temple the artifact was in, you and Peter ended up in one that looked like it had recently gotten rained on, once the two of you had entered the wide space Peter turned to you and turned off his helmet.

“I think we picked the right temple, now we just gotta get to the other side of this place, and I've got an idea!”

You saw the smirk on his face and smiled, gladly taking his hand when it was offered to you, and he spun you right into his arms. His leather coat felt good on your skin. You gasped as he pulled his coat back to reveal his Walkman, he clicked a button on the top and Music erupted from the box on his hip. This move might have drawn attention, but you didn't care as you spun Peter around, and then he dipped you in his arms as the song climaxed. You felt your heart flutter and you wanted so badly to grab him and kiss him. A pure smile of happiness floated onto your face as you and Peter danced through the temple together with no care in the world. Peter spun you and dipped you, and you kicked up water while holding onto his hand. After a while, you two finally made it to the door on the other side and open it to see a stand with a white gem on it. Peter clicked off the music while you called the others. As you stepped closer to the gem, a click was heard behind Peter.

“I believe we will be taking that!”

The voice drew a shiver from you.

“Oh…so you fallowed us to the gem Grandmaster?”

Starlord had asked, obviously trying to stall for time.

“Yes…you were quite foolish to play music not knowing who might have been fallowing, weren't you?”

The Grandmaster replied and Starlord smirked, as for you, you stayed quiet until the villain's gaze landed on you.

“And who's this?”

Peter put a hand out, a protective gesture you didn't miss.

“She's one of us, that's all you need to know!”

You smile at Starlord as he protects you, he knows you can defend yourself from what Gemora thought you, but he doesn't want the Grandmaster or anyone hurting you. That goes the same for the others too. Before the Grandmaster can retort, a loud bang shakes the temple as the other Guardians blast in with the ship, and behind them some Nova ships can be seen. Before the grandmaster can think of doing anything, Nova ships have surrounded him and trapped him in a tractor beam. Starlord smirks and turns to you to see a smirk on your face too.

“See, our plan worked perfectly, Angel!”

You blush and nod as you wrap an arm around Peter's shoulder.

“I can't wait for you to teach me more… so I can be just as great as you and the rest of the team!”

Peter smiled and took your hands in his, puling you close.

“You are already amazing, Y/N! But do u see how dangerous what we do is? ’

You nodded and smiled

“I just need more training! The team by our sides, nothing can stop us ! “

Starlord nodded, pulling you close to his chest again and wrapping his leather trench coat around you, you two stood like that for a bit, just peaceful!

` Present time in your vehicle

You opened your eyes to see Peter driving with one hand on the wheel and the other holding your hand. You were in the passenger seat that had been reclined into a flat potion so you could lay peacefully. Furthermore, you could hear music radiating through the car, but it stopped as Peter realized you'd woken up.

“Hey Angel, did you sleep good?”

Peter smiled at you before returning his attention to the road.

“Yea, I slept good”

You said as you sat up slowly and pulled your seat up to meet your back. As you looked at Peter.

` “Do you feel any pain?”

You thought about that for a moment, then shook your head as much as you could without causing yourself pain.

“It's not the worst of pains, so I can deal…are we almost to the nearest ice cream place?”

Peter nods and smiles.

“Just a few moments longer and we will be there, Angel!”

You nodded and after a moment of silence you noticed he hadn't turned the music back on. You smiled and reached over and turned the music back up, and music filled the car again. As the song Levitating by Dua Lipa flared throughout the car. He smiled as the song reached him. As the lyrics filled the car, it almost felt like you were back in that temple, spinning in his arms and dancing. To you, Peter was your moonlight. You'd been on so many adventures with this man since you'd actually kinda had run away from your normal life and joined his band of misfits in the stars.

“Starlord I need you”

You'd said that just as the lyrics “Starlight I need you” had erupted from the radio, and this made Peter look at you and smile. Words like that seemed to always float out of your mouth randomly when you were with him. Most times you were in a dangerous situation and required him to save you, or you require one of the other Guardians. You'd become great friends with each of them over time. You'd practically mastered sword training with Gamora and Nebula, Rocket had taught you about guns and ways to break into places. Drax always had an intriguing recipe to show you and Mantis, she was the one to ask if you wanted to know if one of them really not ok. Lastly, Groot, you always enjoyed talking to him even if you never knew what he was saying.

“I've got you, Angel, I always have!”

You were broken from your thoughts by Peter's words. You smiled and watched as he pulled the car into the parking lot of the nearest sonic, and you caught your reflection in the review mirror. Your face didn't look too bad, it was a little puffy, mainly your cheeks and lips were the most puffy, more than any of the other parts of your face. After parking the car, Peter looked over and saw you examining your face and reaching a gentle hand to touch your own cheek. You looked adorable doing it, but Peter could seem the emotion welling up on your beautiful features. He knew you were very self-conscious when it came to how you looked and if others liked the way you looked. He gently put a hand on your shoulder causing you to look at him, as your eyes met his he smiled at how adorable you looked at the moment if the reason for the puffiness wasn't a surgery he'd put his hands on your cheeks and kiss you. Indeed, his other hand gently touched your cheek it felt so gentle as Peter applied no pressure just a gentle touch as his hand ran down and softly touched your lip before coming down to your chain and gently nudging you to left your face up which you did. You stared into his mystical green eyes and his always so charming smile.

“Angel, you're still the most beautiful person I've laid eyes on, and if anyone in sonic dares to even look at you wrong they'll regret it … Your face is still gorgeous to me, and you shouldn't care what anyone else says.”

You smiled and leaned into Peter's touch.

“I love you, my badass boyfriend!”

You'd said as you and Peter got out of the car and wrapped your arms around each other as you walked into sonic. Peter kissed your knuckles again as you entered the fast food joint and luckily there was no line so you let Peter order, and you sat down and rested for a bit. You caught Peter glancing over at you, then sending glares at the other customers as if to make sure nothing would happen. Soon, Peter walked back over and sat down beside you while you waited for your orders. Soon you found yourself laying your head on his shoulder as he held you close to him. He rubbed circles of pleasure into your back, and soon you felt his other hand rub your leg, teasing the spot in between your legs, making you blush. To his surprise your hand this slipped right between his legs for a second teasing him right back. He smirked at the smirk you had on your face that was not too visible, but he could still see it. Soon your ice creams came, and a smile lit your face when you saw that Peter had gotten you your favourite, which he started feeding to you before you could stop him.

“Peter!”

He chuckled and wiped spilled ice cream off your chin, and before he could get a reply out you'd already grabbed his spoon and shoved a spoon full of his ice cream in his mouth, making him half blush and some spilt out.

‘Now you have an ice cream moustache!”

You'd proclaimed as he swallowed his mouth full, chuckled, then wiped off the mess on his face with his napkin.

“ Well, glad you've regained your sass, Angel!”

You smiled, but soon your eyes got droopy again, and you wrapped your arms around Peter. Who smiled and put his head on top of yours. He then put one hand under your legs and secured the other around your back he stood, holding you tightly against his chest, you lazily wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you towards the door which a nice woman who'd been sitting at the table closet to the door, got up to open for him, and he thanked her with a kind smile. Peter kissed your forehead as you laid against his chest.

“I'll be here when you wake, Angel! I'll always be here!l”

Backwards in time to four months after you ran away from earth with Peter

“You've got me and the other Guardians Y/N well always have your back”

Peter had said that to you when he'd broken you out of a situation a few days prior, and today it seemed like you and the others would need to have his back now. The situation was nothing insane, the team had docked the ship on Knowhere to get some supplies and hit a few bars, well the bar was more Peter's Idea, but you didn't mind having a good drink. However, after you came back from a bathroom break something looked off, either Peter was wasted or drugged because he looked like he wasn't holding himself together by the way he was nearly falling onto the bar table. When you'd left, he was chipper and had been chatting up some purple looking woman or creature. You knew lots of people wanted the team's heads and now yours too, so seeing Peter like this in public sent up alarm bells. You'd grown to care about him a lot, and sometimes you'd both sit in his room and talk about stuff, it sometimes got personal and emotional, but around you Peter seemed to be comfortable, and you were with him. He'd shared stuff that the others probably didn't know, and you shared stuff you had told anyone, but this man seemed to understand it all and when in private would pull you into a hug, and you'd pull him into one too. Time spent with Peter felt good, it felt natural, genuine. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Peter got up from his seat and was off balance, the purple girl you saw him chatting with caught him by the arm.

‘I think we will be going now, he said he'd love to come with me!”

The purple girl jerked Peter's arm, making him stagger up, she then put her hands on his arms which made your blood boil, and you pulled your knifes that Drax had given you.

“Y/N… Drugged…don't feel good…at all”

Peter managed to stutter out, and in response the purple girl smirked and put one of her tentacles on his chain wrapping it around his face while the others were around his body including around his neck.

“He's quite dunk I should get him to a bed…”

You grunted and quickly pushed a finger to the comlink in your ear.

“Guys Peters been drugged, Groot get an antidote, Rocket have the ship ready, the rest of you get to my location please!”

You looked at the purple woman and then remembered some ting you'd seen earlier.

“You must be the bounty hunter Ora, I can tell you one thing, you won't be taking him, now are you gonna do this the easy way or… The hard way?”

Ora roared, clarifying your memory, you'd heard Rocket say there was a bounty hunter on the teams' tale last week, but you thought you guys shook them off, clearly Peter's piloting skills didn't fully lose them. Ora chose the hard way as she moved the tentacles holding Peter behind her and all you could see was them stretching then returning to her empty, meaning shed stashed him somewhere and depending on what drug shed used, he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon. It pained your heart that you couldn't run to him, but you knew you needed to take care of Ora. Her tentacles came flying at you and no sooner were you chopping one off when another grabbed your other arm, you managed to chop that one off too, and she unleashed an angry burst of screams and cursing. You took the chance and ran at her blades aimed, you got in some hits till one sneaky tentacle wrapped around your neck and sent shocks of pain through your body and just a few seconds later you were pined to a wall if your arm wasn't already sore it along with the rest of your body would be. Just as your vision started to blur an arrow flew through the air and cut right through the tentacle holding you, you caught yourself before you fell forward and took a moment to catch your breath as the arrows own stepped into the bar with Gamora and Nebula and you were happy the ladies had brought Kraglin. Gemora looked to you while Nebula rushed Ora.

“Y/N go get Peter, get him back to the ship, we Wil be right behind you after we take care of Ora”

You nodded to Gemora as she attacked Ora. You ran to the back of the bar, hoping Ora hadn't put Peter somewhere hard to find, you got your answer when you heard groaning coming from behind a door in the far back, you quickly ran to the door and opened it to see Peter standing against the wall, he looked up at you, you saw a flash of relief flow over his face before, he nearly fell forward. However, you caught him in your arms before he could hit the floor, holding him up your eyes scanned over him looking for any bruises or anything, you found a few bruises from the tentacles but stopped looking when his hand found its way to your cheek and his head became buried into the space between your shoulder and neck.

“Y/N!”

His voice sounded weak and almost out of breath.

“Yea, Peter I'm here, I'll always be here, the team and I will always have your back!”

Peter relaxed into your arms at your words, and then something unexpected happened, he kissed your cheek, it felt good, worm, and you didn't want him to stop. You kept holding him, you weren't sure if he ment to kiss you or not, but you knew you liked it a lot. Once, you returned to the ship with Peter in your arms, his head leaning on your chest and his arms wrapped around your neck. Groot, Mantis and Rocket were waiting for you.

“I am Groot.”

Rocket then clarified that Groot had said to take him to his room and Groot would give him the antidote. You did as Groot had said and brought Peter to his room, laying him on his bed while Groot gave him the antidote.

“I am Groot.”

According to Rocket, Groot had said the antidote would weaken the drug's effects, but it would still have to take its course and leave his system on its own.

“I'll stay with him, Rocket when the others get back, fly us out of here!”

Rocket playfully scoffed but left with Groot to do what you had said. Once the door had closed, you took Peter's hand in yours and looked at his face, you reached out your hand and ran your fingers gently along his cheek and into his hair.

“You're safe Peter, I would never have let Ora hurt you… you know that?’

He gave a weak nod as his eyes opened and the hand you were holding nearly pulled you onto the bed, and you gladly let him.

“I know Y/N you've always…been with me ever since we met…”

You blushed as he said your name, and soon you felt yourself slide onto the bed with him, and you got comfortable right beside him and against his body.

“Peter, you are amazing, you are the kindest person I've ever known, you've made me truly happy, you deserve the world, the Galaxy, you don't give yourself enough credit for how great you are!”

Your voice was soft, and you saw a tear drip down Peter's face as his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you closer. Peter smiled, and before you knew it, your lips were pressed together in deep desire and love for each other. Soon his jacket and shirt were on the floor with your shirt, and you were both running your hands along each other's bodies. Your hands ran through his hair as you looked into his eyes, you knew you didn't regret leaving your normal life behind. While your life had been good, you would admit that, but there was something amazing about being out here in space with him. You'd been through a few bad relationships, so this felt like endgame, like the perfect fit.

“Y/N I feel like I've found the thing I've always been missing…and when you saved me from Ora… I felt like I truly realized how much I…love you”

You felt your breath hitch as his soft voice reached your ears, and before you could reply, he'd pulled you forward and kissed you square on the cheek again. At that point you lost all structure and melted into him diving right onto his lips you were a little scared he'd pull away, but he didn't he pushed, and soon you found yourself passionately kissing Starlord. He pulled your hair to the side and rubbed your back as you laid on top of him. You stopped kissing for only a second, and it was long enough for four words to slip out, and they felt as natural as ever.

“I love you too, Starlord”

In the background, “Come and get your love” played as the stars glimmered outside the ship like sparkles, the engine ran loud and that night the other Guardians had no idea at least not yet, that a confession of true love had taken place well except for Mantis who had felt your growing love when shed touched you when you first met the team and later shed touched Peter too. She was happy Peter had found you.

Back to the present and in yours and Peter's bedroom

You smiled as you woke in your own bed. The covers felt warm on your skin, or maybe that was Peter body heat. He was laying right beside you, an arm was around you holding you close to him, he'd fallen asleep as you looked over his shoulder you smiled at the bucket of snacks and pile of tapes that were either movies or music, you didn't want to get up so you laid back down and ran a hand through Peters hair and down his arm as you gazed at the man you loved. You'd forgotten about your face being a tad swollen, but you were reminded when your mouth felt a little sore. That didn't bother you one bit tho, all that mattered now was that you were here and so was he, he was your Starlord now, and you wouldn't let him go. Your hand played with his hair, and you moved your legs closer, soon you were up against his briefs and could practically feel his bulge.

“I love you, Starlord!”

You whispered to him as you held him close, it felt like pure paradise to you, at that moment you didn't care what your face looked like you were happy and that was because of him.

The End 💜

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#marvel #star lord #peter quill #guardians of the galaxy #Gotg #Cute Starlord #all rights to starlord and the guardians belong to marvel #hope i wrote everyone right #enjoy reading #💜#i’m very proud of how this turned out #Spotify

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teacher!levi and teacher!reader headcanons please 🥺

author note :: i expected for this to be better but idk,,, um, you know maybe it’s just me who wishes i executed it better but i wrote this at 3am that’s my excuse. ANYWAY I HOPE U ENJOY ANON :-))) i know it’s not headcanons but here!! also my ask box is always open to feel free to drop by !!

word count :: 5.4k (after i had to severely cut the word count down because my tumblr wouldn’t let me post the longer version with more detail,,,,)

honestly you’ve never fit in well with the math teachers in particular but you’re still amicable with most

however, there’s one unbearable member of the group that happens to want to play jump rope with your patience constantly

and that person just so happens to be mr ackerman

every single staff meeting the both of you sit furthest away from each other whilst silently exchanging bitter glares

maybe it’s his stony disposition or his unrealistically harsh grading system that makes him seem so off putting to you.

or perhaps it’s your soft and gentle approach to teaching that drives him up a wall

but to make matters simple, the two of you have never got along. nearly everything he says you disagree with and nearly everything you say he has to rebuke.

every outlandish suggestion of his at meetings is met with firm disapproval from you and every time you bring up wanting to provide the children with more time for extracurricular activities he sneers in annoyance

today he’s proposing a plan to set exams as soon as possible

???

you wonder if he’s even thinking with his head attached to his neck because it’ll be impossible for the children to handle all of the content in the form of an exam paper so soon

the workload he’s been pushing onto his math class has become far too ridiculous for your liking and you want to put an end to the man’s reign of terror

it just so happens your classes are scheduled in the blocks next to each other meaning he always sees your students an hour before you do

it’s got to the point where your pupils trudge into english class completely EXHAUSTED

the other day a boy fainted because of lack of sleep and now mr ackerman has the audacity to put forward the exam dates???

“we need to instill these children with discipline. taking them by surprise will give them a much needed reality check.”

you groan at his speech and raise a hand

“may i interject?”

professor ackerman’s tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek the irritation is painted on his face but he nods although he seems reluctant

“these children do not need standardized exams to-”

“would you like for me to completely scrap exams from the curriculum?” without even allowing for you to present your argument he has to cut you off with a mocking grin

“levi, i think-”

“that's mr ackerman to you.”

his blunt correction has you rolling your eyes because YES!! you understand the two of you aren’t exactly the best of friends but he doesn’t even want to be on a first name basis with a colleague of two years??

his pettiness has your blood boiling in searing displeasure

“you have to stop going so hard on these children.”

he’s shuffling through some paperwork not even batting an eye in your direction.

“personally, we aren’t hard enough but of course the english teacher has trouble understanding that.”

the jab he makes at your job only causes the anger inside of you to bubble up again

why does teaching english have ANYTHING to do with this???

“you teach math yet you can’t calculate the reasoning behind your subpar love life. do not insult english.”

personal insults are your favourite to throw at him because he always gets so riled up

and actually for once you have the answer to a math question.

the reason why his love life is so uneventful has to be because of this :

his personality + his obnoxious humour + his looks = a good looking but undatable man

his jaw clenches and the grip he has on the stack of papers in his hands strengthens

ok,, that is kinda hot but that is not relevant at all

you’re able to make out miss ral one of the other math teachers make a move to speak and god you fight the urge to punch her every day because she’s always gushing about mr ackerman

seeing as you don’t want to punch her or anyone for that matter you turn to give her a “if you speak right now i swear to god i will lose my shit” look

she gets the memo incredibly quickly because her mouth closes shut immediately

mr ackerman takes a sip out of the cup of black tea next to him. “i would appreciate if you just sat back and let me do what’s best.”

“children fainting in my lesson is not what’s best.” your rebuttal catches him off guard and he seems more than a little surprised

“wait- fainted??”

you eyes flick over to mr zacharias, you had told him to pass the message on but the way he’s sheepishly looking at the floor avoiding your eyes clearly tells you all you have to know

“looks like someone forgot to pass the message onto you but the other day falco fainted in english.”

“is he- is he okay?? did he say why?”

eyebrows raising you’re quite surprised to see any sort of reaction from him let alone concern

“he stayed up all night completing your homework.”

lips pressing together into a fine line it almost looks as if he’s guilty

“i’ll talk to him about it later.” his voice is back to its usually plain tone and any trace of his previous worry has been masked.

an awkward silence follows. he coughs choosing to not continue the discussion about exams.

principal smith takes the hint and moves on to discuss planned school trips

HOORAH victory!!!

yet another day where you’ve saved your students

“who is fallacy and why are they pathetic?” a few snorts and giggles are heard around the class and you force yourself to laugh at falco's miserable attempt at a joke

you’ve noticed falco’s been cracking more jokes around his new seat mate gabi.

she’s small but feisty always willing to debate and she’s really a joy to teach although she can get a little bit aggressive with the others at times

honestly it’s quite obvious that falco has a fat crush on her. well, actually it’s been obvious from the moment she step foot into your class

and... you couldn’t just ignore the way falco looked at her could you?? and there was an empty space next to him too sooooo, what harm would there be in placing the two together?

it seems as if your attempt at getting the both of them to talk has worked. gabi and falco compete desperately for the top position in the class and are two of the best students you’ve had in a while

also after the day falco fainted in class gabi has been noticeably nicer. things like asking if he’s drank water or how much he’s slept

you have a small inkling that she may like him back

and the budding romance is adorable to you because you too once had childhood crushes

it feels rather nostalgic to see the two interact

but today you notice the two aren’t in

in fact, you notice half of the class isn’t?

“where are the others?” your question sends a jolt through one of your present students but he stays silent choosing to pretend to clean his glasses as a distraction

crossing your arms over your chest you walk over towards his desk

“udo, you can tell me what it is.”

“professor ackerman said not to tell.” udo looks petrified and you’re just kinda wondering what in the hell is going on

lucky for you his resolve is thin and he quickly cracks under pressure

“okay. you can’t say i told.”

nodding in agreement he looks around making sure no one else hears what exactly it is he’s about to disclose

“he’s kept some people back to talk to them about something top secret. i don’t know what but he asked for the students who like you.”

at that you feel a little bitter because if he asked for the student who liked you why on earth is half the class still here??

but oh well, you guess you can’t please them all

“oh no, no, no. you’ve got it wrong. we all wanted to stay but he didn’t let us.”

udo looks genuine so you let it slide

either way it doesn’t really matter as long as the majority prefer you over that sick and twisted math teacher you’re alright

“he does know he’s cut into my class time right?”

“falco told him that and he whispered something about how you’re bothersome.”

you???? bothersome???

WHEN HE’S THE ONE BOTHERING EVERYONE?/!:£:!/)

you don’t even look back as you walk out frankly furious at what’s happened

english is important

ACTUALLY!!!

ENGLISH > MATH

you will stand by that till the day you die

your knuckle meets with the wooden surface of your sworn enemy’s classroom door and almost automatically you’re able to hear the shuffle of chairs and padding of numerous footsteps approach

the door swings open and you step aside to allow your missing students to pass through

they look nervous but one look at your reassuring smile lets them ease up and relax

“well.” a voice behind you snaps “look who paid me a visit.”

“we’re talking about this later.”

you try your best to sound serious but you don’t know if you pull it off as well as he does because he just ends up giving you a disappointed sort of look

“y/n. stick to being the good cop it suits you better.”

“we are not on first name basis. you said it yourself.” is your narrowed comeback

finally turning to face him you’re surprised when your eyes travel to the triangle of space behind him and you’re able to get a peek of what looks to be a list of books on his whiteboard

pride and prejudice

wuthering heights

jane eyre

ville-

before you’re able to read the rest he moves in front of your line of vision

he’s got quite the selection but,, when did he of all the people on this planet start showing any interest in literature?

“the books on the board what’s that about?”

your inquiry flies over his head and he shuts the door behind him completely

his face doesn’t move and if it does it only shows the slightest hint of confusion

“what books are you talking about?” he replies and don’t know why your knees feel a little weak when he looks you straight in the eyes

snap.

out.

of.

it.

“i saw books on the board.”

“you saw wrong.” he barks back and he’s getting agitated now

maybe you did imagine it...

and you have to get back to teach your class so okay fair enough you’ll let it go because you do know you have a habit of daydreaming randomly

however that doesn’t stop you from giving him another skeptical look before you leave because there is NO WAY you imagined it, but it is you and it really could be a possibility

the click clack of your heels against the floor sound out as you remove yourself from the conversation

you assume he’s returned to his classroom

that’s why it catches you by surprise when you hear a hesitant voice behind you

“there were no books on the board.”

you don’t know why he has to tell you that again because it only makes himself look all the more suspicious

“but if they were a list of book recommendations then what would you recommend i read?”

the question is peculiar coming from him

are you in an alternate universe?

is this a dream?

are you talking to a clone?

a robot?

because this can NOT be the same man you’ve been working with for two years

maybe he’s having a change of heart?

but that sounds unlikely

maybe he’s planning to read the book and somehow with that big brain of his formulate a calculation to score it a measly two out of ten

yeah. that sounds more likely.

nevertheless, you still want to give him a recommendation, maybe he’ll find out he’s into books this way

“you should totally check out pride and prejudice :-)”

for once you’re smiling at him and he doesn’t know what to do because the change is sudden but he doesn’t say a word after that

instead he retreats into his classroom

god.

now you’re sure he’s just asked to form a stupid calculation or whatever the hell it is math teachers do.

“he likes you.” hange has a shit eating grin on their face and you can’t help but narrow your eyes and sigh in exasperation

no he does not like you but you don’t try to correct hange because you know they’re firm in their stupid belief

“would you ever date him?” hange fiddles with the last of their potato salad absentmindedly waiting on your reply

the question literally has you choking on your lunch

“i would rather fight for survival in the wilderness. thank you for asking.”

“oh come on... he’s got a thing for you. you read romance novels all the time you should be able to tell he does.”

“yeah and that thing he has for me is wanting to shove my head onto a pitchfork. you’ve got the wrong end of the stick.” shoving a piece of pasta into your mouth you sigh dreamily at the taste. it serves as a momentary distraction

you get one lunch break and you are not!!!! in the mood to talk about him whilst you’re on that break

he’s attractive

and you have to admit he looks handsome in his crisp white button up and pristine black suit AND his cologne is really...

okay, you are digressing from the point

none of what you just said means anything!!!

at surface level he seems like a catch but it’s what’s on the inside that matters and he said he finds english stupid

that’s more than enough of a reason to dislike the guy?

he thinks stuff like the pythagorean theorem and y = mx+c are entertaining

y = mx+c ??? over literature???

you read books to teach and you read books for your own enjoyment

it would be a complete travesty if you had a crush on a book hater

and levi ackerman most certainly can be classed as a book hater.

a pessimistic book hater if the specifics are needed

“OH! SORRY Y/N GOTTA BLAST MOB’S OVER THERE!!!!!”

you don’t even get the chance to say goodbye because hange makes an eager run towards moblit

hange and moblit are inseparable, both are the shared heads of the science department and since he’s been off on sick leave recently you understand why hange’s rushed off to greet him

you wish you had a teacher friend like that but the sad truth is you’re pretty much a lone wolf. the other english teachers are wrinkly old pickles and talk about antiques or quiz shows :-(

“this seat free?”

no way.

it’s not him

it can't be

what does he even want??

“um, well yeah it is free b-.”

“good.” he takes the seat without you even inviting him and now you’re stuck in an awkward situation you didn’t even expect to be in today

you're about to burst into tears because is it too much to ask for a peaceful lunch period???

mr ackerman clears his throat and places a book in the center of the table. “pride and prejudice although not my cup of tea was... mildly enjoyable.”

wait...

is this him...

admitting defeat!??

HELLLOOOOO

you are over the moon right now because you know he really had to have enjoyed it a lot and is simply choosing to withhold that information for his own reputation

“i’m happy to hear you took a liking to it.” you’re munching away at your pasta a little more upbeat now

“okay but the start of the book assuming all single men want a wife? no, all i want is a good night’s rest for once. also mrs bennet needs to calm down, elizabeth can marry who the hell she wa-”

“someone’s a little passionate aren’t they?” you giggle into your glass of water and you catch mr ackerman frowning

“i liked it okay.”

“i thought you said it was only mildly enjoyable just now?” grinning and looking at him through your lashes his cheeks become red

you guess he’s angry or something but that’s the usual with him

“yeah, whatever. i just wanted to play fair and apologise.”

“apologise?” oh wow, now your interest has really peaked because never in the past two years has he apologised to ANYONE

not even principal smith for the one time he flipped out and nearly cursed at a mouthy student at parent's evening

grimacing a little before he does it he finally speaks again.

“english is important. i’m sorry.”

your lips tug up into a bright smile

well???

this is a great interaction??

an apology coming out of levi ackerman of all people

“apology accepted! i’m glad to know you liked the book but now that we’re a tad bit friendlier with each other i wanted to ask for a favour.” your eyes gleam and he swears he can see specks of shining stars in them

“...okay, it depends.”

he’s warming up to you so he considers it

“please don’t cut into my lesson time levi.” his name slips out of your mouth but it’s so natural you don’t even care to correct yourself

“i’m sorry about that too y/n.” your name now ventures out of his mouth too as it tests the waters

wordlessly the two of you agree to first name basis

BUT more important matters are at hand such as how he’s issued you yet another apology?

this is satire surely

because why is he so willing all of a sudden...?

well, that's the power of pride and prejudice, wow you’re really thanking the heavens for blessing this world with jane austen’s existence

jane austen. a woman capable of remarkable things, she's even managed to make an unmoving book hater somehow become a lover

poking at your tuna pasta you and levi are now quiet.

“soooooo, any opinions on mr wickham?” you ask the question hoping to initiate a longer conversation than before

and luckily for you your attempt works

SUCCESS!!

levi pinches the bridge of his nose and the creases on his forehead show he clearly isn't particularly fond of wickham

“don’t get me started he’s so indescribably annoying?”

ok, ok, ok

you don’t even know how it happens but you and levi really hit it off

weeks have passed and you and him have even become lunch buddies

it was so shocking to moblit at first that he dropped his lunch on the floor when he saw you and levi enthusiastically exchanging words

then again, two mr wickham haters are bound to get along

you’re seriously wondering how the two of you ever survived as mortal enemies

yeah, you still disagree a lot but you’re getting there!!

sometimes he helps you out when your computer stops running and in exchange you’re willing to offer him book recommendations

he swears he doesn't want any recommendations from you but you know he enjoys it

yesterday he got microsoft excel out and showed you how useful it really was and you went :O because you never really understood the need for it at all

you’re a little bit of a granny when it comes to tech...

and just today at lunch you recommended he checks some plays out but his nose wrinkled at the mention of shakespeare so the both of you went through a long list of dramas and eventually you were able to interest him in j.b. priestely's an inspector calls

another victory for you!!

anyway, right now the two of you are sitting inside of the staff room seeing as it's that time of the month again.

time for the monthly staff meeting

it's the first one you've had since you and levi became friends and you're worried the both of you will be back at it butting heads

wait, are you friends?

well, you wouldn't mind if that were the case but to be honest you would like to be a little bit more than friends mayb-

no!!! no!!! no!!! stupid thought!!! you retract that statement immediately

no you do not want to be more than friends with levi ackerman, yes he's lovely to a degree but you are not going to elaborate on why it's a terrible idea to fancy him

okay wait, let's elaborate for the sake of elaborating

he's surprisingly charming and wittier than you thought he would be. the fun conversations are making your days now and to be honest it is nice to have someone to spend lunch with (hange usually skips out on lunch all together to tinker in the science labs and set up experiments)

wait... weren't you suppose to explain why you don't want to get with him?

you're an idiot and you don't notice how dumb you really are until everyone just kinda gawks at the both of you because it's so odd seeing you in the same room let alone within a three feet radius of each other.

fuck, you completely forgot you and levi sat at opposite ends of the room

principal smith enters and even he looks visibly shocked at the change in seats but he doesn't mention it and you're grateful he doesn't because you didn't purposefully sit here it just happened on accident

erwin turns in your direction and smiles

"would you like to start off with your proposition for extracurriculars?"

nodding your head you begin passionately.

"well, i'd like to say i don't think we offer the children enough. we have spare funding so why not open another club? cooking perhaps? i understand many of you may not understand the importance of teaching them how to cook but-"

"do you have an obsession for setting these children up for failure?" tensing up you notice it's levi who's spoke and he doesn't sound remotely happy

blinking once and then twice he realizes his tone isn't the best and he mutters an apology "sorry, go ahead i'll add in when you're done."

whispers travel through the room straight away

"did he just say sorry?"

"actually why are those two sitting together?"

"do you think they're you know...?"

miss ral who's sat a little further away is the next person to disagree with you

"i understand the intention but would it not be better to let them have extra math lessons?"

"oh, so you can get a pay rise?" the comeback you make is aggressive and dripping in displeasure

she sits up face burning up

"no- no- absolutely not i take pleasure in teaching all of my classes." flustered and trying to hide her nerves she takes a sip out of her water bottle

you want to pour all of the water out onto that ginger hair of hers

the reason why her interjection is getting on your nerves is due to the fact you overheard her and another one of the math teachers plan to bring this specific point up

and you are well aware that her reasoning behind it has nothing to do with the children

she couldn't care less about them

"do not make me repeat what you and mr bozado were chit chatting about earlier today."

the threat is enough to silence her and just when you think you've handled the situation levi has to give his input

"let's ignore petra's motivations and talk about how teaching these kids how to cook means nothing if they have no tradable skills to offer in the real world." levi's not looking at you. he's either too annoyed or too preoccupied with his thought process

at that moment you feel naive, you thought maybe he would try to understand your opinion seeing as he's been spending so much time with you as of recent but that looks to not be the case

murmurs of agreement fill the room at his statement and you feel pathetic

it's practically the entire room against you now

genuinely how is it these people can manage to be such spoiled sports about everything?

"recently, i asked all of my classes to write an essay about school stress. maybe you won't understand my views because you haven't read their pieces but they need a fucking break." the expletive flies out of your mouth without warning and you flush in embarrassment

that

was

not

professional.

"oh god, i'm sorry i got worked up i shouldn't hav-" fumbling over all of your words you feel even more mortified

the principal raises his hand signalling you stop and you clamp your mouth shut. you're in huge trouble that's for sure

but,,, in spite of the clear difference in opinion between you and the other teachers, soft and well spoken principal smith says the unthinkable

"i have the final say and i believe you are coming from a good place after reading your student's work. how would you feel about running the new cooking club?"

scanning his face for a second you can tell his question is legitimate and the wave of relief that washes over you has never felt better than ever

sighing contently you agree and as the topic of conversation shifts to something else entirely you sense your heart rate picking up

you feel like you're back to square one with levi.

it's yet another day where you’ve saved your students and you should be feeling overjoyed but if anything you feel a little deflated

you wish he would have come around and understood but you can't teach and old dog new tricks

again, the feeling of disappointment wears you down

two weeks have passed since then and your favourite time of year has come. it’s spring term meaning MACBETH

the english curriculum includes plays and it just so happens that today is your first lesson covering shakespeare

and you LOVE shakespeare

something about all the intricate foreshadowing always has you excited

but some children are missing

and it’s way too many to blame on sickness

so you wait for a few minutes but it's consistently radio silent

the last time this happened the culprit had been levi and he promised to never cut into your lesson time

but you could count on him to break his promise after the fiasco that was the monthly meeting

is he back to hating you and hating literature?

well, that's his loss if that's the case!! and no!! you will not upset yourself over the loss of the budding friendship

sighing you get to your feet making a beeline to the door but gabi and falco rush to stop you

awkward chuckles activated they wave their hands to get your attention “OH NO, they’ll only be five minutes!!” their sentence comes out as one big blur of words but you manage to understand them

now you’re doubtful because you know falco and gabi would usually ignore you and allow you to walk out

giving them a knowing glance the pair look between each other

their eyes are clearly communicating and asking if it’s alright to tell you

“i promise i won’t be mad.” you sigh

perhaps if you reassure them they’ll be more likely to spill the beans

“it’s not that you... i don't know. you might be upset.” gabi isn't one to care much for other's feelings so you're slightly anxious even though you shouldn't be

but you’re a tough nut to crack. so, absolutely not. you are not going to upset yourself over whatever it is

“i won’t be hurt. i’ve suffered through reading some of the most emotional classics to ever exist.” hitting your chest with your fist you wince a little because you hit yourself a little too hard

falco’s seems to be too shy to come out with it so gabi takes the lead as she normally does

“some students were talking badly about you so mr ackerman kept them behind to have a talk.”

oh.

yeah, actually you are a teeny weeny bit disheartened because you think you’re nice to all of your pupils but it’s nothing too bad, not everyone will like you

“if that’s all i’ll go get them. thank you for letting me know.” giving them two thumbs up you leave the class immediately

levi is probably scolding them to hell and back

not because he cares for you but because he hates disrespect in general

as you’re nearing the open door of his classroom you hear something you never thought would emerge from levi’s room

“final question. why does mr darcy say he doesn’t want to dance with elizabeth at first?” oh yeah, that’s levi’s voice for sure

an english question?

is he quizzing them on pride and prejudice?

you wait hoping your students don't fail you and are able to provide the correct answer.

“ummm... she’s not pretty enough!!”

levi hums “you answered all five questions right. do you all know why?”

you can’t see the children’s faces but they have to be confused if there’s no immediate response

he grunts in agitation “because your english teacher works hard to teach you every single day. have some respect because that teacher of yours is one in a million.”

taking your bottom lip in between your teeth you fight the urge to smile

“do you know how at every single staff meeting there’s only ever one teacher fighting for you all and what you want. i can assure you that teacher isn’t me, but i believe you can all guess who i'm talking about.”

your heart does a back flip in your chest and you feel jittery but in that really fuzzy good way

like that super duper fuzzy and hazy good way

he’s really very sweet for saying all of this and you're now smiling like an idiot

one pupil takes a chance to make amends “we’re sorry mr ackerman.”

but before levi can give them a response you clap your hands together and walk in unannounced

“apology accepted, now if you want to all be forgiven forever please return to class and answer the questions on the board!” directing them to the door with your hands you make sure they're conscious fo the fact you aren't mad at them

still, never have you seen them so eager to run off to analyze macbeth. you guess levi's deathly stare is the cause for it

holding back a laugh you clear your throat after the last student leaves

“thank you levi :-)”

it’s quiet for a second and you think to ask him about what has been gnawing at your mind

“you didn’t have to do that. you disagreed with me before so... why did you?”

“i say this at every meeting and you never listen but children need to be disciplined.” his unchangeable tone is unwelcoming

again it’s awkwardly silent and you sorta regret even coming over to see what was going on because now you and levi are just having an uncomfortable staring contest

then he scratches the back of his neck and heaves a heavy breath

“it may also be because i really fucking like you, but i look like an idiot saying that when we’ve been at each other's necks for two years.”

oh.

the sudden and brutally honest confession has the wind knocked out of you, you’re stunned

and then you get hit by it too. the realization hits you like rain hits umbrellas on stormy days. you like him too.

you like him for his witty sense of humour, his pure honesty and his hatred for mr wickham only serves as a bonus

yes, you have your differences. many of them. but you like him

he’s no longer a book hater and so by default you can fancy him. he goes against none of your guidelines essentially

you like him, he likes you back?’//’.;

[SCREAMS]

“well, what do you say? will you be this mr darcy's elizabeth bennet?” hearing the cheesy pickup line from him of all people has the butterflies in your stomach exploding in delight

“you sound weird, where's the grumpy math teacher from before?" now you and him are simply shamelessly flirting but HEY!! you have no complaints at all

he scoffs at your sarcastic question

"do you want the equation for a two dimensional heart on a graph beca-"

"can i just kiss you?"

wOWIE are you being bold today y/n???

thankfully you don't have to wait for his answer. levi’s right hand pulls your face in and he slams his lips against yours. he gives your waist a squeeze and you hold him tighter by the neck in response. he has a way of somehow making it all feel gentle and relaxed in the same breath

and... you know what? maybe you should have recommended pride and prejudice to him earlier

but oh well.

what matters the most right now is that you're kissing your mr darcy!!

and he’s kissing his elizabeth bennet

:-)

#levi #levi ackerman #aot #snk #attack on titan #attack on titan levi #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi headcanons #levi drabbles #levi scenario #teacher levi #levi fanfiction #aot fanfiction #leviiattacks #attack on titan x reader #levi fluff #modern levi #modern levi ackerman

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lwt28brave · 4 years ago

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LT2 masterpost

If it was up to me, we would get an autumn or winter EP. Since it’s not up to me at all, here, enjoy this post with everything we know so far of LT2, which is to say, not much at all. Everything here is hypothetical. I’ll be updating every time I see something relevant. A little disclaimer that while this is a masterpost (kinda), it could be read as discourse (duh, it’s also a theory), AND it’s also by me, and you shouldn’t expect me to be serious at this point.

Due to me restraining myself, there’s no reference to any of the times he’s mentioned his guitar skills and him improving but I hope you know I cried every single time.

I’m also linking my old pinned here. It was written before AFHF and around the free merch thing that didn’t lead to much, but I still think I made some good points.

Possible tracks:

Copy of a Copy of a Copy

Change

Faith in the future??

369??

Possible names:

369

Faith in the future

When is the album coming out?

Your guess is as good as mine

Friday 28th of January 2022. Almost two years after Walls. It’s a Friday. It’s a 28th. What else can I say?

Here you can find @want-to-be-loved timelines for every month.

Here you can find @berlinini’s timeline of what Louis has been up to this year (2021).

The rest is under the cut. And here you can find a PDF version where Tumblr can't tell me how many pictures I can add.

2020

He said back on May 2th 2020 he wasn’t writing anything new yet.

(x)(x)(x)

Interestingly enough, he’s said many times after that that the album’s not ready cause he has no new experiences to drawn from. I won’t call him out because he does it himself.

May 4th. He liked a tweet from DMA’s Johnny Took saying they had to go write together again. Louis has been credited as an influence for them and (kind of) participated in their previous record, so I’m assuming he meant for their music and not his, but you never know.

Nothing(literally nothing??? how did we survive) until 11th of July. We all know what happened that day. We all celebrated it. Nonetheless, that’s not what I’m talking about here.

(x) So, by the beginning of July 2020 he was working on concepts and ideas for the new album. That was fifteen months ago. I know perfection takes time but…

Brief summary of important things that happened from then until the next mention of new music:

Louis left Syco!!!! 10 days later he rescheduled the tour for the first time. He followed Matt Vines on Twitter, probably so we could publicly shame him into doing something. Also, the 10thanniversary. He followed more people I wish he hadn’t.

Then more nothing until September. Not even a single tweet. The first merch drop was on the 28th of August but he just RT’ed the tweet. He first mentioned Free my Meal on the 25th of September. Then on October 1st Walls hit #1 on a lot of countries and Louis was incredibly happy and excited about it ^^

And then, that same day, October 1st, 2020, he dropped this bomb:

(x)

He also said it was too soon to be sharing new lyrics with us (x)

And, obviously, this tweet which is actually what made me start this whole post. I would hope you know mate.

(x)

He also told us he was cooking "banger after banger" and that he was incorporating more social themes into his music (x)(x) (I believe any social issue is a political issue but that’s not the point rn).

COPY OF A COPY OF A COPY?!?!

These next paragraphs are brought to you by my mind not remembering things and me not having any links. I’m assuming COACOAC came from those writing sessions that supposedly happened in October. Or in LA but I have no idea if he actually was in LA at any point other than a Daily Mail article putting him there on December which would have been too late, but I do remember that someone said he was in the studio in LA last autumn???? A rumor. Maybe. IDK. Did I mention already all of this is very hypothetical?? Well, this is it. I can’t even remember if this was October or November or what. So, take this with a grain of salt.

I’m also… taking the liberty to assume, if you must, that Copy wasn’t meant to be a Walls reject because it sounds more mature and darker and it has a vastly different tone that Walls songs. I know he’s said that song probably isn’t getting into the album, but I want to have faith (in the future) that I’m getting a studio version. (But also, Louis, if you’re reading this, first of all GET OUT OF MY BLOG second of all, please don’t ever feel pressured again to add a song to the album because we have already heard it before. It’s your art and it should always be under your own terms).

So yeah, I believe that Copy is either one of those four songs (then imagine the other three??!!) or was written around the 1st of October date.

---End of the Intermission---

Then not much important (other than sharing more about Marcus Rashford fight against food poverty and the 2nd merch drop) until he announced the livestream on the 24th of November. (x)

It wasn’t until a few days before the livestream date we even thought again about new music (jk, I know we’re always thinking about new Louis’ music). So, December 9th/10th, 2020. Nine months ago. We got our first taste of new music!

He made sure we knew Copy of a Copy of a Copy isn't a cover! (x) (x)

(x)

Ok, so that’s it for 2020. (I feel like I’m missing something from September 17th because tweet was deleted but maybe he was still talking about cucumbers. We might never know. Unless I understand how Tumblr tags work). Expected, cause Walls was released in 2020. We needed to let it sit for a while.

2021

Another Summary: Louis third tweet of the year was telling the UK government off. So was the fifth. What a good beginning. On the 26th of January, he said he prefers pancakes over waffles. I hope he meant pancakes other than his own. More importantly, he tweeted the infamous “you lot read into things too much”. Don’t get me started, Tomlinson. Don’t. Then the 31st came around and Walls was one. He tweeted this. How wise. And Project Defenceless happened!!

15th of February!! Who cares about Valentine Day when the next day we got this? ♥

(x)

So…AN EP?? AN EP?? PLEASE RELEASE AN EP.

“I’m sure I will have something out this year but unlikely that will be the album”. Unlikely but not impossible. Also. A single would be good. This is the second time he mentions releasing something in 2021 and he sounds surer about it than the first time around.

He also said that he isn’t sure we will get a studio version of Copy. And that the best bridges from Walls to LT2 are Walls, OTB, KMM and Copy. Can’t wait!

Then we jump to March 6th when he announced he was going to create his own management company. “Sometimes action is needed first to encourage the motivation and belief”. As we can tell he was already manifesting some stuff which will lead us to the numerology stuff/Tesla… kidding. Or not. We might never know.

On the 22nd of March he answered some questions:

He told us music was still his main focus ♥ mwha. (x) I included this tweet to guilt-trip him into giving us music in case he’s reading this even after I told him to leave. ILY.

(x) I’d love to get a visual EP this autumn. Just saying. It sounds like a lovely concept.

(x)

…next (I will get into it, I promise. I’m just mad).

On the 25th he left for Mexico until April 10th. You could assume it was just for the documentary where we got ten seconds of footage or admit the obvious: LT2 its a Mexican baby!!

On the 26th (so, not so far apart from that first 369) we got the first Faith in the Future mention: (x)

Back then we were innocent people who had no idea what was coming upon us. We still have no idea because what the fuck does he mean with these. Please explain. I have one braincell and I don’t use it enough for this. I’m linking some theories.

On the 30th of March he confirmed he was already working on the documentary. So AFHF was already on the works. Will it take this long for us to get the Veeps numbers? We also got this tweet: "Got a decent chorus idea down" (x).

Same person that got the “something out this year” exclusive. If you know something share with the class. Also. Is this Change? I feel like this could be Change but I also assume he wrote Change after hanging out with his friends or being in Doncaster. But who knows.

(x) And the second mention to 369.

(x) 15th of April. The second "Faith in the future".

On the 19th of April he announced that he had something BIG for us later on the year which turned out to be the Away From Home Festival ♥♥ (x) I love him so much.

Then on the 28th he announced the 369 merch drop (which it’s probably the Walls drop? Except that the TOU and KMM ones were “drop 1 and drop 2” and this was drop 369 which, again, makes no sense) but we still don’t know what 369 means.

Into May’ 21 we go.

He rescheduled tour again. And dropped another bomb (x).

He announced he has signed with BMG as an independent artist by RTing this tweet on May 10th. The article also says that he’s already working on writing and recording LT2. The timing… we don’t know. What this deal involves… we don’t know either. Bear with me here because I have a lot to say about this.

I think the deal is only a distribution one, but that BMG are interested in Louis and what he (us) could bring to the table. They were either present at the festival or watching it, but officially they had no involvement at all with it (everything is credited either to Louis own company, 78 Productions, or Charlie Lightening’s company). That’s the case for both giveaways too; the vinyl one and the tickets for the festival.

I think it would be an unbelievably bad move not to test the waters with BMG now or soon-ish. At least a single, to see how it performs. Due to the circumstances, it’s obvious there’re certain limitations on place but I want to see how they push it, whether the radio play exist this time around and if the song is playlisted and promoted and all that… I would also love to know, since it says he signed with BMG UK, but it also states it’s a global deal, how things are going to go on the US and other countries.

Yes, yes. I know those are all questions and no answers. But I know the same as you, sadly. If any of you know more than you’re letting on… again, share with the class.

Where was I? Yes, on the 25th of May Louis had a great day writing (x). Since the first time he had mentioned he was officially writing to this date there’s almost eight months. And I believe he was writing before October’ 20.

He followed Robert Harvey that day and, on the 28th of May (why is it always the 28th???) he was spotted at the studio for the first time.

June was an interesting month for the fandom ♥. Lots of LHL content which I will love and cherish for the rest of times. On June 4th, June 9th, and June 10th he was spotted at the studio, but I believe he was there more days.

(x)

This was posted on June 6th and captioned Studio. Charlie also shared it with “Mega tunes being put down, can’t wait for this @louist91 #louistomlinson #LT2” as the caption. This gives me 2019 (Elton-Joint) vibes. I like it. Feels like we’re getting closer to something.

He added the Milano date on the 9th too which I’m mentioning because I’m going alone. Anyone wanna go with me please? I’m nice and I never eat anything before a concert so you can have my food. On other news. It didn’t come home.

During July he was at the studio at least three days too. Probably more. Feels like more with all the fan pictures we got. Or was that June? Anyway, July 1st and 9th we got some videos from Robert Harvey and wearesuperhi, which is who Louis has been working with the most, that we know of. I don’t know for sure they’re from that day. And on July 5th we got an article and lots of pictures of Louis looking really good outside the studio.

On the 12th of July the first fans started getting the free, 369 bucket hat and print. We still don’t know what the purpose was other than to thanks fans. Maybe that was it. I want answers and I still think it relates to a future project (see theories above), but it could also just be a bridge with the Walls breaking.

He didn’t tweet about anything interesting for a while, mostly because he lost his phone (he either throwed it in the air or smashed it who knows). Then on the 29th of July he announced the festival!

I’m glossing over it because there’s already been a lot of talk about it (rightfully) and while it was a wonderful thing, it doesn’t have much to do with LT2.

Let’s talk Change!

On August 3rd he tweeted this about the setlist.

(x)

And this (x) on the 28th! I can’t stand him.

We didn’t get it, obviously. Because who was going to get that. But we read too much into things. Alright.

On the 16thof August Dave Gibson shared this post tagged #LT2 with the eyes emojis 👀👀👀. I believe this has to do both with Change but also with whatever else came out of that Mexico trip.

(x) Last relevant tweet related to LT2 is this one.

So, on the 30th of August we got Change and we cried, and we know that Change is going in the new album. He said it. With those exact words. He also said he was “getting a feeling for it”. This has to meant he already has a general idea of the vibe of the new album and what’s going in it!!!!!! (Right? RIGHT?).

Anyway, let’s go back a few weeks because some other things happened on August. He was at the studio a few more times. Or it was suggested that he was there. On the 17th and the 18th. (Why was it so time-pressing to be at the studio instead of rehearsing for the festival? There was no studio at all on the documentary. Which makes sense, but again, then why?).

On the day of the festival we got another mention of Faith in The Future that made me feel part of a cult ngl. The words were flashing on the screen for less than a second. Okay.

And then he tweeted those words again after watching the livestream/documentary on the 4th of September (x). This is what makes me suspect it's either the name of the album or of the single.

On the same day, we got some interesting quotes about LT2 on the documentary.

“Soon I’ll have to think about me second album, which in my head I’ll get the tour out of the way and then I’ll address that. So, I hadn’t really given it much thought, to be honest”.

“When every day is the same is hard to feel creative and it’s hard to have any kind of proper inspiration”.

“As season started to come back, I started writing again and it was great and some of these songs turned out alright”.

And I think this is it. I might be overlooking some important details but that’s what we know and what we don’t know.

So. Conclusions. That’s what you missed on Glee. I do believe the album is, if not mostly done, partially there. And yes, this post is pointless and never-ending but it’s all in here if you need to tell Louis “Hey, you said this, mate”.

#LT2 #Louis Tomlinson #Faith in The future #369 #Louis #LT #new music #idk what this is #but it's long #pinned

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princecharmingwinks · 4 years ago

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i cant believe you said you dont write for fandoms!! these are ending up AMAZING! have another fail date for you to make better: we went four-wheel driving over the dunes out bush, we took my car but he drove because he's done the route before. we were the second car in the convoy and because my car is a little smaller than the others it couldnt make it up the last dune! it nearly made it over before sliding back into the sand and ended up half buried! (1/2)

(2/2) the rest of the group had to drag and push us out with planks and chains etc while we were stuck inside because no way in hell i was opening the door to let the sand in! so three wheels in the sand, waiting on our rescue, irl it was a bit awkward but im hoping you'll rewrite a better ending <3

Awww concussed dragon, you are sooo sweet! Thank you! Your unique failed dates are great to work with. Alrighty, let's get into this one! So the pack got big in this one and while most don't have lines, I liked the idea of everyone being there (or almost for anyone I missed haha). I left some of the couple combos up to interpretation so feel free to ship at your leisure.

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The pack, after much pestering from a certain human/spark, were finally going on their camping trip. The alpha had finally conceded when Stiles had shot him a pout and hopeful eyes. Derek had reluctantly agreed and ignored the snickering of his betas in the corner of the room.

On the morning of the trip, everyone was pairing up into groups of drivers and passengers so no one drove alone and there were less cars.

Derek and Stiles were the last members out of the rebuilt Hale House. Derek had been locking up and Stiles was finishing off some wards to ensure there were no unwanted visitors while they were away. He was still learning to harness his spark but small wards of protection were easy enough. Defensive magic was easier, offensive was another story.

Stiles threw his bag into the back of the jeep and glanced around.

"So, who's joining Roscoe and me?"

Erica snickered, "Derek."

"What?" Stiles and Derek snapped in unison. Well at least Stiles had a punctuation mark, Derek's not so much.

"I'm with Danny, Lydia and Jacks." Kira spoke up. "Scott, Malia, and Isaac are with Allison."

"I'm obviously with my boy." Erica jumped onto Boyd's back, who was used to his girlfriend's antics and easily caught her. "And Theo is meeting us there after picking up Liam from work. Everyone's paired up so that just leaves you two."

Stiles felt his heart flutter but managed to keep his voice even as he spoke, "Alright Alpha My Alpha, let's get going."

Derek didn't say a word as he slid into the passenger seat of the jeep. Everything would be fine.

Everything was not fine. Stiles was definitely going through a quarter life crisis at the realisation most of the pack were in couples. How did he not realise that? When had it become a prerequisite to start dating a pack member? And now it was just Stiles and the alpha. The alpha he had been in love with for years. Great...

"What's wrong?"

Stiles was pulled out of his internal panic by said alpha's soothing voice. Derek had softened over the years, showing care and concern for each member of the pack. He now bought scent-free nail polish for Erica (so the acid smell didn't upset all the were's noses), stocked Isaac's favourite gummybears and even hugged Kira willingly at her university graduation. Derek Hale was a softie.

"I'm fine, nothing wrong here, no sir." Stiles prattled. Even he heard the blatant lies without supernatural healing. He glanced to his side and was greeted by raised eyebrows.

"Ok, so I may have just realised how paired up everyone in the pack really is."

"Except us."

"Yeah," Stiles sighed. "Except us. Do you ever think about that? Like, why you haven't dated anyone since..." He trailed off. Derek didn't have the best track record for his love interests but he hadn't even been on a date for more than 3 years.

Derek looked out the window at the scenary, they were driving into the sand dune part of the journey, and for a moment Stiles thought he wasn't going to answer.

"I've been waiting."

Stiles blinked. Huh?

"For someone so smart, you're really clueless sometimes." Derek huffed, glancing back at Stiles.

"What have you been waiting for?" Stiles dared to ask. They had paused to allow Allison's four-wheel-drive to roll up the last sand dune, waiting for their turn. Roscoe would be the last time to make the climb.

"I thought it was my imagination at first but then you kept coming around and..."

It was Roscoe's turn now and Stiles slowly prepared for the final climb of the dune. He tried to keep focused on the task at hand, allowing Derek to speak his thoughts. You never rushed the alpha when he was being vulnerable.

"I know you kind of like me?" Derek voiced it as a question but all Stiles heard was sirens in his brain. Derek knew? Stiles' foot slid off the peddle and they immediately started rolling backwards, fast.

"Shit! Shit, shit shit." Stiles acted quickly but it wasn't enough. Roscoe descended the sand dune and sank, refusing to move. Sand on either side of them blocked the bottom of their doors. They were officially stuck.

Stiles rested his head on the steering wheel and slowed his breathing. There were multiple crises going on but most had solutions.

The others would work out they hadn't made the climb soon enough or Theo and Liam would find them on their way through. So either way, Roscoe being stuck wasn't a massive deal. The real dilemma was Stiles' outed feelings for Derek.

The same Derek that was eyeing Stiles with concern as he called Kira to request some assist. Stiles heard him hang up before the sound of a door handle being jiggled. He snapped his head up.

"Whoa there sourwolf, there is to be no sand storm in this car, thankyouverymuch." He reached out and tugged the alpha's hand away from the door.

"I figured me getting out and pushing was the preferred option to sitting here with you in a state of panic at my assumption."

Stiles pulled his hand back. "What?"

"Look, we can just forget I ever said anything, alright? I get I'm not the most desirable crush to have. It's probably just familiarity and your sense of loyalty that's fueled your scent around me anyway. Don't worry about it."

Stiles shook his head, "Oh no you don't. You opened that can of worms and I'm no coward." The spark met Derek's gaze. Had he been planning on ignoring his feelings for the alpha? Sure. But was he going to run away from a moment like this? Nope. Stiles Stilinski was a lot of things but after running with wolves and other supernaturals for most of his life, he knew when he needed to tackle something head on.

"Now, before you go down your rabbit hole of I'm-not-good-enough crazy talk, I've got something to say."

Derek nodded like the soft alpha he was and turned to face Stiles more fully.

"You, Derek Alexander Hale, are amazing. A little on the martyr side but that's because you are so protective of your pack. I'd be crazy to not fall in love with you. That's right, love not like. I've been in love with you for years but how was a kid like me going to catch the alpha's eye? I didn't want to ruin our friendship. This," He gestured between them. "This is important to me. I don't want to ruin it."

Derek released a sigh of relief? Stiles couldn't read his eyebrows which was disappointing when he was the most expert at interpreting the alpha's facial expressions.

Then Derek was darting forward and claiming Stiles' lips in a searing kiss. Stiles went with it, almost unbelieving that any of this was happening.

Derek eventually pulled back and rested his forehead against Stiles'.

"Worth the wait." The alpha whispered, grinning, bunny teeth all on display.

"Two way street here. You could've said something too. How long have you liked me?"

Derek blushed and it was only because they were so close that Stiles saw the pink of his cheeks and ears.

"I've always liked you, even if I didn't always show it. But love? I think I've loved you since you woke me up on an elevator floor by punching me. You could have left without me but you didn't."

Stiles pouted, "Since then?"

Derek raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong?"

Stiles pushed Derek back and clumsily crawled across the gear stick to straddle the alpha's lap.

"We could have been having the best sex of my life for years, Derek! Years! We've got a lot of making up to do." Stiles dove in to kiss Derek this time. The alpha happily drew Stiles in closer, curling his arms around the spark's slim waist.

A knock on the window, interrupted their make-out session. Boyd's face appeared with judging eyebrows to rival Derek's.

"Heard you needed a hand." Boyd spoke loudly with a smirk as Derek's hand moved away from Stiles' ass to rest safely on his back.

"What's Erica doing?" Stiles asked, leaning over Derek to squint at the blonde chatting wildly on the phone. Derek focused his hearing.

"Turns out I'm not the only one who was waiting." Derek grinned, "And everyone apparently owes Lydia money."

They did eventually get Roscoe out of the sand dune thanks to the advantages of going camping with multiple supernatural creatures. By the time everyone was settled in the camp and Erica had informed Theo and Liam on the events of the day, Lydia was a very rich woman.

Stiles couldn't complain though. Not when the alpha was snuggled between his legs as Stiles sat on the log and Derek roasted them marshmallows. Apparently no one trusted Stiles near an open flame following the incident with that vampire clan. Stiles combed his fingers through Derek's hair and looked around at the pack. This camping trip was the best idea ever.

Ok so I must confess I do not camp like...ever and have no idea how four-wheel-driving works so please forgive any major errors in that department. I tweaked things a bit from your prompt sorry. I just couldn't imagine Stiles letting anyone else drive Roscoe. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for popping in!

#sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #princecharminganswers #princecharmingwrites

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secretsandwriting · 4 years ago

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Ok so I was on that site which gives u prompts cause I saw it on Pinterest and I thought maybe send these prompts to you so ya ^^

I can see this happening

The friend whispering is def Jason

Don't mind me, just casually tucking the last one away to write a longer version of later...

They're very short. But it's 2:30 and I'm not very tired since I screwed myself with a nap from 5:30-9 this evening.

"Damian, you need to let go! I'm going to miss my flight!" You were going on a trip for work but Damian didn't want to let you go. So he was acting like a child and refusing to let you go.

"Damian! This is important!" He mumbled something into your back that you couldn't understand. "Damian al Ghul Wayne let go of me now!" He just held on tighter. "Damian please! I need to go. It's for work! I'll only be gone a week and no I won't cancel. Believe it or not I like my job and want to keep it! Just let me go!!" He mumbled into your back again. "I can't understand you when you're taking into my back."

Finally he pulled his head away, whether or not you would like what he had to say was unknown. It could be anything with Damian.

"What am I supposed to do while you're gone?" That was unexpected. Out of everything you thought he might have said, that wasn't one of them.

"... What do you usually do when I'm gone?" Maybe he was just trying a new tactic to get you to stay? But probably not. Damian wasn't one who really liked to manipulate people for reasons as simple as this.

"Wait for you to come back…" You almost missed it and from his silence. It was true but he didn't mean for it to slip and he was hoping you didn't hear it.

"Well, I'm sure you could see if Jon and Billy are free. Maybe do a bit more patrolling, you haven't had much time to paint recently so you could do that." Damian pulled you closer again and his head was back in your back.

"Damian if I miss my flight. You're staying back at the manor for the next month and I'm going to spend the entire month with your entire family except you." You were dating a grown ass child.

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"What the fuck?!" Tim stared down at his coffee cup. Written on it was "Tem".

Tem. How the fuck did anyone get Tem from Tim. There's an obvious difference.

The next time he got coffee, his name was spelled wrong again. And again and again. But sometimes it was right. So he started paying more attention. It only happened when the barista Y/n was there. Then his name was spelled wrong, or just a completely different name that was close enough to it.

"What are you doing?" Dick came up behind him and looked at the list he had on his computer.

"This is a list of all the wrong ways Y/n has spelled my name." Dick whistled as he looked through the list.

Tem,

Tiim

Tiiiiiiiiiiiim

Teeeeem

Timê

Jim

Him

Thim

Sim

Hem

Toim

And the list went on. He kept adding whenever there was a new one. But it was getting annoying. Finally one day, after a bad day he'd had it. Thankfully he was the only customer.

"Why the fuck are you always spelling my name wrong. It's not even an accident with at least 90% of them!" Y/n just stared at him and pointed at the other girl who was working.

"I blame Myah, she's the one who told me." What? Even Myah looked offended.

"Excuse you, I just said I spelled the names of those I found attractive wrong. I never said to do it!"

Tim felt the heat of a blush coming up and watched Y/n's face go red. Oh. That's not what he expected. Y/n found him attractive? Shit. The only reason he hadn't snapped before was because she was pretty.

"Um…" he was about to start embarrassing himself if he spoke but that was the only nice way out of this. A slam against the counter shocked them both. Myah was standing there staring at the two.

"You two are hopeless! Just exchange numbers!"

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Dick couldn't help himself, you had been invited to the gala and frankly, the best looking person there. The dress you wore was stunning, it fit you perfectly. The color was stunning, it matched your skin and made you look like you were glowing. The dim lighting of the room only made it more obvious.

He heard more than saw someone come up next to him. Judging but the size, it was Jason. Which could only mean one thing.

"Why are you so thirsty?" He looked to see Jason staring at him. A grin with nothing but trouble in it. "Maybe we should go talk to her."

"No! I mean I should probably go talk with th-" Jason grabbed him by the wrist and started pulling him in your direction. If he fought too much it would make a scene. So he started praying and went along.

"Oh! Hi Jason and Dick!" He was screwed. Your voice was so pretty.

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"How the fuck is she sleeping? And so close to him too?" Dick stared at you, trying to figure out how you could sleep right next to Jason when his snoring sounded like a train! It wasn't fair.

"I mean, they've lived together for a few years now. She's probably used to it by now." Tim looked like he was about to crash. But considering the fact he hadn't slept in 3 days, it wasn't surprising.

"Either that or she sleeps like the dead." Damian chimed in. He looked ready to murder Jason. But then again, Dick was considering it too.

"Unfortunately, the girls won't let us out until they finish their project…" it was going to be a long night.

#jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #Drabbles #batfam

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sixmapleleafs · 4 years ago

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in your arms // frederik andersen

Warning: smut, relatively soft but some graphic description and language, innocence kink (kind of), brief mentions of anxiety and a bad day

Tears threatened to spill as you headed out towards your parked car, today had probably been the worst day you’d had since you started teaching. For some reason the kids were bouncing off the walls all day, unable to stay focused on any of the tasks you had set and whenever you tried to get their attention they purposefully ignored you, which led to you raising your voice properly for the first time and having to give a few of the kids a variety of different punishments for their rude behaviour. Usually, you wouldn’t be so harsh, you often allowed them to talk whilst working or freely share their ideas and opinions with the class but the things you were trying to teach were very important and if they didn’t give it their full attention then they would really struggle with the upcoming topics. ‘At least it’s Friday’ you thought to yourself as you unlocked your car and got in, that meant you had two days where you could sleep in and relax, and also that Freddie would be back in the city before you woke up tomorrow morning. Your phone buzzed in your coat pocket as you started the car, a message from Fred lighting up the screen.

How’s your day going? I miss you

The first few tears escaped as you read his message over and over again a few times, you hadn’t allowed yourself to think about how much you missed him, honestly it scared you a little how fast you were falling for him, but knowing he missed you made you believe he might be feeling the same way. You knew things had moved fast between the two of you in terms of how quickly you had opened up to each other - though you had yet to be intimate in a physical way - you assumed it was because you were honest with him before you started dating, you had already told him about your anxiety and your previous relationship and the toll it had taken on you mentally and he had been nothing but supportive as a friend, so it shouldn’t have surprised you that when he became more than a friend he let you set the pace of things.

Not great :( can’t wait to see you tomorrow

Shutting off your phone, you threw it into your bag and started driving back to your apartment. As soon as you got there you headed straight to the couch, flopping down rather dramatically and letting out a sigh of relief knowing you could stay there all night if you wanted to. After a few minutes you pulled yourself up deciding to place an order for food from your new favourite restaurant, one Fred had taken you to a few weeks ago, the food was a little on the expensive side but you wanted to treat yourself. Once the order was placed you had a shower before getting changed into something more comfortable and putting on your Spotify playlist as you sorted through all the pieces of work you had taken home to grade over the weekend, then you cleaned up a few things in your apartment so you wouldn’t have to keep looking at the mess. Your food arrived very promptly and you settled on the couch with your plate, putting on an episode of the big bang theory to enjoy whilst you ate.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when there was knock on your door, dragging your attention away from the episode you were currently halfway through. Your brows furrowed in confusion, who would be knocking on your door this late in the evening? Peeking through the peep hole you saw a delivery man so you quickly unlocked the door and pulled your cardigan tighter around yourself as you greeted him.

“Miss Y/l/n?” He questioned politely, and you nodded in response. He smiled and turned to his side picking up a rather large bouquet of flowers, you let out a small gasp as you realised they must be for you. “Where would you like them miss?” He asked and you stepped aside to let him in.

“Just on the counter please” you couldn’t help but smile as you knew exactly who had sent them to you, “thank you”.

“No problem, have a nice evening” he smiled and headed back out if your apartment as you returned the sentiment. The flowers were absolutely beautiful, the different shades of pink complimented each other and you admired how the colours fit perfectly with the subtle hints if dusty pink you had around your apartment - something Fred had undoubtedly picked up on. A little white card was nestled in between the roses and you picked it up carefully to read the small black font.

I hope these make your day a little better :) - F

You smiled at the simple but thoughtful message, such a sweet gesture that you definitely weren’t used to. Grabbing your phone you quickly found Fred’s contact and hit the call button, the game wasn’t supposed to start for a few more hours due to the time difference so you hoped he would be free to chat. Just as you hoped he picked up on the second ring, his soft voice greeting you through the phone.

“Thank you for the flowers, you really didn’t need to do that” you didn’t like him spending money on you but you appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

“Its no problem my love” your heart fluttered at the sweet name he had never used before, “I wanted to cheer you up a little, even if I couldn’t be there tonight”.

“Well they definitely made me smile, they’re so beautiful” you gently ran your fingers over the delicate flowers, “they’re my favourite you know - roses” you felt the need to let him know for some reason but his small chuckle told you he already knew that.

“Yeah, I remember you said your grandmother grows them so I thought they probably would be” your cheeks ached from how much you were smiling and you knew you were definitely screwed, you were too far gone for this man. “Do you want to talk about your day?” His voice interrupted your racing mind and you could tell what was going through his head - trying not pry too much in case you didn’t want to talk but also concerned enough to ask. It wasn’t often that you showed him you were struggling, you had gotten very good at hiding your feelings but when you did let him in he tried his hardest to prove he was there to listen, not judge. So you told him about your day, all the things that had gone wrong and how you felt like you were failing even though you knew maybe you were being a little dramatic. He listened through all of your anxious rambling, his steady breathing helping to keep you calm before he jumped in with his advice.

“Whenever I have a bad game you always tell me that the next ones a fresh start, a clean slate and I think the same applies here baby. When you go back in on Monday things will be different, you’ll have another chance and everyday after that will be a new day. These kids are usually well-behaved right? Today they were just full of energy and couldn’t focus, just like Monday will be a different for you, it’ll be different for them and you’ll be able to get through to them”.

The two of you talked for a while until you let out a rather big yawn and Fred chuckled telling you to head to bed and that he’d see you tomorrow. Your next request fell from your lips before you could stop them.

“Can you stay here tonight?” You bit your nails nervously as you waited for his response.

“Are you sure?” His voice deep and intense as he questioned you, you bit your lip at the sound, unconsciously clenching your thighs.

“I just want to see you, please Fred” you begged slightly over the phone and you heard his release of breath over the phone and how he had to clear his throat before telling you he’d be there.

You were already asleep by the time Fred made his way to your apartment. He had told you not to wait up for him since the plane wouldn’t be landing until the early hours of the morning, and you happily welcomed sleep after the stressful day you’d had. He let himself in and due to the late hour he headed straight for your bedroom, the game had been fairly dull, an easy win for the leafs and though he was tired from the trip he was glad you had asked him to spend the night at yours, something fairly new to your relationship but a sign you were putting your trust in him. He knew you’d be asleep so he tried to be as quiet as possible when he removed his suit, though despite his best efforts you still stirred in your sleep, eventually opening your eyes.

“Fred?” You questioned, yawning and rubbing your eyes as you sat up in bed. It was then that he noticed you were wearing one of his t-shirts and he smiled at your sleepy expression, you looked adorable.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, elskede”

“Its ok” you mumbled, another yawn following as you returned his smile. He continued to undress and your cheeks heated as you tried to keep your eyes off of him. “You played really well tonight” you mentioned out of nowhere and his own cheeks turned red at your compliment. He made his way over to the bed, leaning over to place a kiss to your forehead before ducking down and capturing your lips, the kiss was far from innocent but he pulled away before he could get lost in it, knowing he’d have a hard time controlling himself if he didn’t, you were irresistible on a normal day and now that you were wearing his shirt and what he could only assume would be a pair of panties underneath, his desire for you was something else - but he’d never rush you into anything so he pulled away and got comfy under the covers, opening he arms to invite you to cuddle into him.

You peppered a few kisses along his chest and up his neck, as far as you could reach from where you were tucked under his arm. His hand was rubbing up and down your spine, reaching a little lower each time until it ran over your ass, you let out a breath as he turned to face you. He leant over to capture your lips once more, the kiss holding as much passionate and pent up lust as the last. The two of you laid next to each other, exchanging kisses and running your hands over each others bodies until Fred pulled back to press light kisses against your neck. The moan that fell from your lips was so sweet and oh so innocent, and it made his cock pulse with need.

Fred would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about having you laid out beneath him, breathy moans falling from your lips freely as he made love to you. He often imagined the two of you in various scenarios when he lay awake at night in his hotel room, or in the shower after a date, hand wrapped around his cock with thoughts of you on your knees for him, with his hands in your hair and your mouth on his cock, or what it would be like to hear you moan and whimper as he pounded into you. Sometimes he’d wake up in the morning with his cock straining against his boxers, leaking and begging to be touched after a particularly vivid dream of you spread out on his kitchen table screaming his name with his head between your thighs. He knew it was wrong to think of you that way, but he couldn’t help it. You carried a sense of innocence that drew him in and made him want to take it away, he wanted to be the one to show you all the ways a man could make you feel and so when you let his name fall from your lips in a breathy moan - he was hard as a rock without so much as touch to his cock.

You could feel him hot and heavy against your thigh and the thought brought a rush of heat to your cheeks, if it was anyone else you would’ve pulled away but it was Freddie and you don’t think you could ever pull away from his touch. He was the reason for the heat building between your thighs and you couldn’t help yourself as you pulled his body closer to yours. He used his strength to move the two of you until his muscular thigh was between your legs, allowing you to grind your pussy over him, his tight muscles creating the perfect friction and desperate whines fell from your lips as your clit got the pressure it had been begging for.

Freddie immediately noticed your movements and groaned deeply in your ear, shifting his weight slightly so it would be easier for you to grind against him as he reconnected your lips. The new angle allowed his cock to rub against your own thigh and the friction on his sensitive head had him rutting against your body desperately. You were in your own state of euphoria as his tongue continued to fight yours for dominance and your hips moved freely against his toned thigh, your panties undoubtedly soaked through - in fact Fred could feel the damp fabric and just the thought of you dripping wet for him almost sent him over the edge right them and there.

“C’mon baby, cum with me” his voice was deeper than you’d ever heard it and your pussy clenched at his demand. You knew Fred would be dominating in bed, he was dominating in many situations and just because you hadn’t ventured into that part of your relationship didn’t mean you hadn’t spent many nights imagining the things he could do to your body, with his hands, his mouth, his cock. For a split second you thought about trailing your hand down his body and stroking his length but your nerves got the better of you and so you kept your arms wrapped around his neck, gripping onto his shoulders desperately as he continued to kiss you in the way only Fred could.

“Freddie” you whined as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck, the added sensation sending you over the edge. Your orgasm was intense and had you writhing underneath him as his own release followed yours rather quickly. You could feel the deep rumble in his chest as he groaned deeply against your skin. His body fell against yours as both of you came down from your highs, closing your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. A few minutes passed, the only sounds in the room being your heavy breathing before Fred pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek causing you to open your eyes. He was smiling softly at you and you couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your own lips when your eyes met his.

#frederik andersen #frederik andersen imagine #smut #frederik andersen smut #freddie andersen imagine #freddie andersen #nhl imagines

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geo-winchester · 4 years ago

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WHAT WE HAVE

Summary: You were married to Poe until some mission went wrong and know you were on your way to see him.

A/N: Hi!! I know I always take a lot of time and sorry if it isn’t that great, I been having a lot of work and having a few stressful day so I’m sorry but I hope you like it. Thanks to @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape

Warnings: Death character.

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You always hate this trip, actually no you hate that day, you been hate it for almost 6 years, but at the same time you feel some comfort at seen Poe. Every time you did this trip you always remember how you met and the best moment you spend together.

You met him on the resistance base, you mother introduce at you when he join the resistance, the son of two rebel’s fight and one of them was the pilot of your mother. You admitted years laters that you fall in love the second you saw him, with that cocky smile and those eyes, after a few days he join the resistance he asked you out and you like to say yes but there was more important things to do, but every day he asked you to have dinner with him, and that day wasn’t the exception. You were walking through the base as you read about some information you got, you barely look where you were walking.

-Stop- Poe told you making you stop abruptly -Look down- when you did a trash can was in front of you.

-That wasn’t there yesterday.

-That’s because yesterday you took a different pad.

-Well I feel lucky to have a guardian to take care of me.

-Only because he is crazy about you, you should see him in his room… alone… watching dumb love comedies and hearing heartbreaking songs.

-I don’t believe you.

-Then have dinner with me and I’ll show you everything- he said with a smile.

-Poe…

-Come on it doesn’t have to be a real date we’ll have dinner see if we are good together if it doesn’t then everything will stay as a friend night, if it’s good then we’ll call it a successful first date- You look at him for a moment.

-Ok fine, I’ll be at you room at 8:00, I’ll bring some snack- he nod.

-And be sure to wear those jeans you used a few days ago, it make your ass look really good.

Every time you and Poe tell your kids this story they laugh, of course you never tell them about those jeans, even if you wear them that night. When you finally get into the cemetery you look at it trying to find new things but it look exactly the same as a few months, when you finally get to your destiny, you clean the grave and put some flowers in front of it and give it a sad smile.

-Hey babe- you said to the grave as your fingers track the letter, General Poe Dameron, beloved husband, father and war hero -I know I always tell you this but I missed you- you always think that your crazy but you always hear his voice -Probably you wonder where the kids are?… well they’re with Michael- You sit next to him and for a moment you let your imagination fly and picture him sit next to him as if you really had this conversation.

-The guy who was on your squadron?

-Yes, he asked me out for a few months but didn’t give him the change.

-Where am I hear that story before?- you smile.

-I’m sorry for make you wait all those months- you said.

-Are you happy?

-Yes I’m happy… you’ll like him, he’s funny, he’s sweet, he’s a durf sometimes and you’ll laugh about his music taste…

-Please don’t tell me he hears silly love songs- he say.

-Sometimes, sometimes he sing them- he laugh, and you realize how you miss that laugh everyday.

-And the kids like him?

-Yes, they missed you, Han look more like you every day and Shara- you scoff -she had your attitude.

-You can’t tell her what to do, she’ll be like your mom, the general of everyone.

-Everything change when you met me…

-No… I know what your going to say and no, she can’t fall in love, I’ll hunt them until they go away from her- You laugh.

-Do you remember the day she born? You were so nervous i thought you were going to pass out.

-And what about you when we teach Han to fly- both of you laugh remember that day.

You remember the day he left you, the war was won, everyone was happy but he still was the general from the resistance, he have to go to different places he was shot by an old firs order general, you remember the way he look when he was on the hospital, Finn was by your side all the time, even when you break when the doctor came back with bad news.

-I’m sorry- he said -You told me you got a bad feeling and I didn’t listen.

-I wish you were here, I wish you can see our kids grow, help them with the things I can’t do… maker I missed you a lot- he didn’t said anything.

-What’s going on?

-I just… when we married I told myself, this is it, I married the man of my life, I don’t need anyone else and then…

-The accident…

-And everything change, then I met Michael and he make me laugh, he love our kids and… I feel like I was betray you…

-You won’t betray me, honey, I always want you to be happy, even if isn’t with me.

-I love you, you know- you said, he nod -And I’ll never stop loving you.

-Same here- he said, he touch your cheek and you close your eyes wishing he was there with you.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe x reader #poe dameron x solo!reader #poe dameron

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1-800-smash · 5 years ago

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「 first time sexting. 」

feat. midoriya, bakugo, and todoroki.

summary: distance was never uncommon in your relationship, that would always come with dating a pro hero. but what would happen if one of you decided to spice things up while the other is away?

warnings: nsfw content.

[ all character’s are aged up appropriately. ]

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i really enjoyed this prompt, not all characters could avoid the awkwardness that is sexting for the first time *cough* todoroki *coughs harder* midoriya. anyways, i hope you like it! ♡ — shelbs.

submitted — [09.16.20]

nsfw under the cut.

⚘ midoriya looked nervously down at his phone, his face as red as the lipstick you were wearing in that scandalous photo you just sent him.

⚘ you were standing in front of your bathroom mirror at home, lips parted and eyes gleaming mischievously.

⚘ You had positioned yourself in front of the mirror with one finger outstretched to barely cover your nipples through the reflection, while the other hand which held your phone captured the same finger, only this time, with precise positioning of your arm, it now appeared to cover your naked lower half through the screen.

⚘ wish you were here ;)

⚘ midoriya.exe has stopped working.

⚘ he shook his head at an attempt to focus better as he tried desperately to think of a response.

⚘ the silence on his end made you smirk in satisfaction; you knew he had read your message and you delighted how easily you could render your boyfriend speechless.

⚘ i really wish i was home now.

⚘ it wasn’t a rare occurrence for your boyfriend to leave for extended periods of time for work trips, being the no. 1 pro hero wasn’t an easy job after all.

⚘ but right now, midoriya couldn’t wait for this work trip to be over.

⚘ ...and for his hard on to stop painfully rubbing against his boxers.

⚘ not yet satisfied with teasing your helpless boyfriend you decided to push the limit just a little bit more.

⚘ what would you do if you were?

⚘ and with that you have officially broken your boyfriend.

⚘ midoriya’s body felt too hot under his clothes and his mind was running miles a minute, all filled with images you two together in not so innocent positions.

⚘ he felt relieved that you sent him this while he was in his hotel room for the night, wasting no time trailing his hand all the way down his stomach, stopping just at the tent protruding from his boxers.

⚘ i would kiss you. he replied.

⚘ where?

⚘ he whined a little at your text, you kept making things so difficult for him.

⚘ his hand was now underneath the fabric of his boxers, slowly fisting his cock in a rhythm he was all too familiar with.

⚘ everywhere.

⚘ you grinned at his response, your own hand coming down to tease at your wet folds.

⚘ the hand that held your phone came down to snap a pic of just how dripping wet you were for him, your arousal glistening in the image from the flash going off.

⚘ do you want to kiss me here? you teased him.

⚘ god yes.

⚘ midoriya thrust into his hand sloppily, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept this up.

⚘ just then an idea went off in his head and he ripped his hand off his cock, already missing the sweet friction it had given him.

⚘ he pulled his boxers down his legs and held his phone up, bringing his hand back down to his length he pumped it once more, a bead of precum oozing from the tip as he squeezed his hand tighter.

⚘ he quickly took the photo and sent it before he continued his earlier ministrations.

⚘ is it ok if you kiss me here too? he asked.

⚘ midoriya drinks respect women juice.

⚘ oh i’ll do more than kiss it... ;)

⚘ it did not take him long to finish after he imagined your plump, velvety lips wrapped sinfully around his shaft, his cum spilling over onto his stomach with a heavy sigh.

⚘ god, he loved the things you did to him.

⚘ bakugo glanced down at his phone with a grunt of annoyance.

⚘ shitty woman... it was damn near midnight, why the hell were you texting him?

⚘ he didn’t think it was anything too important, otherwise you would have called him.

⚘ unlocking his phone, he was met with quite the surprise.

⚘ you sat naked on the bed in a tantalizing position, your phone catching your reflection through the mirror. you were all but naked except for the towel wrapped loosely around your waist and your hair was wet.

⚘ you must’ve just gotten out of the shower.

⚘ miss you ;)

⚘ you waited on the other end of the screen, your heart beating out of your chest at the anticipation.

⚘ it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought of doing this before but now with bakugo was gone for a work trip you couldn’t think of a better opportunity.

⚘ wtf are you doing y/n?

⚘ of course behind his cold, hard exterior, bakugo did like the pic you had sent.

⚘ like wasn’t enough, love was much closer, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you so easily, oh no.

⚘ you had to work for it.

⚘ i thought you would like it...

⚘ your chest hurt a little at thought of bothering him, he was probably tired after his trip and maybe it was just poor timing.

⚘ of course i like it dumbass, just send more pics already

⚘ you smiled inwardly at his message, but just like your stubborn boyfriend you wouldn’t be so easy to back down either.

⚘ idk... why should i send more when you haven’t even sent one back? that doesn’t seem like a fair trade katsuki...

⚘ bakugo cursed under his breath at your response, god why did you have to be such a fucking tease.

⚘ his cock strained against the fabric of his boxers, his hand leaving a hot trail against his skin until it stopped just at the hem.

⚘ his fingers made quick work of releasing his length from the tight confines of his boxers, hissing slightly when he felt it hit the cold air of the room.

⚘ bringing his phone down, he snapped a picture of his one hand wrapped tightly around the shaft of his cock, a bead of precum protruding from the tip.

⚘ here, dumbass... you’re lucky i’m not there right now.

⚘ you couldn’t help the mischievous glint in your eye as you read over his response, the picture he sent a familiar heat pooling between your thighs.

⚘ what would you do if you were?

⚘ you smiled cheekily down at the screen, you knew exactly what you were in for...

⚘ and you couldn’t wait.

⚘ i’d throw your legs over your head and finger fuck you until you squirt all over my fucking hands then pound pussy into the mattress.

⚘ the deep blush that tinted your cheeks made you feel too heated and your fingers began to wander down your body, burning a trail wherever they went.

⚘ is that a promise? you replied and set the phone down to tease yourself some more.

⚘ your nimble fingers slipped down and teasingly ran over your slick folds, you shuddered at the feeling as you continued to lazily stroke your clit.

⚘ a buzz from your phone caught your attention and your eyes took in every word of his response.

⚘ and don’t even think about fucking touching yourself until i get home, princess.

⚘ now, let me see that pretty pussy of yours... he continued.

⚘ shoto looked down at his phone screen, confusion clear on his features.

⚘ he could not wrap his head around why you were asking him for a picture at 12:08 at night.

⚘ he was pretty worn out from his flight and had only made it back to his hotel a few hours ago. he made sure to text you when he arrived and you two had texted back and forth for a little while.

⚘ shoto knew how badly you missed him whenever he left on work trips but he didn’t expect you to miss him so soon.

⚘ he took a quick pic of himself lying in bed, his hair was tousled and his eyes looked tired but he still managed to form the barest hints of a smile for you.

⚘ of course, you would’ve loved to see your boyfriend’s cute face any other day but right now all you could focus on was his bare, toned chest cut off at the bottom of the photo.

⚘ you giggled at how he misread your flirty text of send me pic, sexy ;) for wanting an innocent, non x-rated, photo.

⚘ regardless, you did save the picture he sent anyway because i mean, come on your boyfriend is adorable, why wouldn’t you?

⚘ you decided to move things in the right direction by sending a picture of your own.

⚘ you discarded your shirt and set your phone on the bed to take a photo. one of your hands came up to toy with your breast while the other explored the inside of your lacy panties.

⚘ your phone’s photo timer went off and you quickly had the picture sent to your boyfriend’s phone, followed by maybe something more like this?

⚘ shoto stared at the risque photo and it almost seemed as if a light bulb went off in his head.

⚘ he could feel his cock start to get hard at the thought of sending you something like what you had shown him.

⚘ which he loved, by the way.

⚘ only issue was shoto had zero experience with these types of things.

⚘ did you want a picture of his dick? he had no idea.

⚘ he thought that would be too much, so he opted instead to take photo in front of the hotel’s bathroom mirror. the brightness bothered his eyes as he turned the light switch on so he could see.

⚘ he cupped his erection with one hand and took the photo with his other, trying to look at least somewhat casual as he did so.

⚘ he hit send followed by the question of is this ok?

⚘ oh it’s more than ok, babe ;)

⚘ however, you still weren’t quite satisfied. the heat pooling between your legs at the very thought of swapping naughty texts with your boyfriend.

⚘ you are by far the sexiest person to exist, holy fuck babe.

⚘ i can’t wait to for you to come home so i can run my tongue all over your hard cock...

⚘ shoto’s face flushed pink at your words as he kneaded his cock through his sweatpants.

⚘ he couldn’t deny how much he wanted you here with him right now, making you scream his fucking name as he pounded relentlessly into aching cunt.

⚘ it took him a moment to realize how dirty his thoughts had become and it made him chuckle at how easily you got inside his head the way you did.

⚘ his pulled his sweats off of his body as he walked back towards the bed, his hand leaving teasing strokes down his length.

⚘ god, he missed you.

⚘ i really need you right now (y/n).

⚘ it took him about 5 seconds to facetime you. it almost caught you off guard, a moan escaping your lips at the way your fingers played with your dripping wet pussy.

⚘ your lips twisted into sinful delight at your boyfriend’s impatience, your hands slipping back down to tease your swollen clit at the thought of him wanting to see you so bad.

⚘ when you answered the phone you were greeted with shoto’s needy expression, his face flushed pink and his lips parted deliciously.

⚘ “show me how much you want me...” you purred.

⚘ shoto wasted no time in showing just how much he missed you, his cock coming into view on the screen.

⚘ you couldn’t wait to see him come undone soon.

#midoriya izuku #midoriya x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #todoroki shoto #todoroki x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha x reader #my hero academia #mha #mha x reader

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servingy-nneeds · 4 years ago

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PLEASE DON’T NOTICE ME

WHAT KIND OF YANDERE ARE THEY?: KEIGO TAKAMI (HAWKS) PART 2

TRIGGER WARNING: MANIPULATIVE, Mentions of assault

COMBINATION: MONOPOLY and REMOVAL TYPE

Monopoly type of Yandere tries to monopolize their lover in any way or form. Trying to get you to distrust people, in worse case scenarios wouldn’t let you socialize with other people. Their reasoning that ‘they may harm you’ and that you are far too naive for it to notice. Is extremely inquisitive on who you hang out with and where you are at a particular time.

Removal type of Yandere go through great lengths in order to remove people whom they deemed isn’t worth your attention, everyone. This includes any forms of social interactions digital or physical. After all you have them in your life what more can you ask for.

You always considered yourself as a kind person, willing to always a lend a hand to others. But you never said you were oblivious.

You always took note his sudden shift in behavior whenever the situation involves you. The first time it happened was back when he saved you again for the second time when a drunk forced himself on you. Back when you first met you always thought he viewed you as an annoying person, the twitching polite smile he presented you gave himself away. And then the next thing you knew after politely caring for his non vital wound, he started sticking himself closer to you.

Initially he just wanted to get invited inside your home. After that he started walking you back home, he said “I just happened to be around this area”. And when he randomly showed up in your job one day claiming that your company sponsored one of his commercial, you knew something was up.

“Hey want to have a lunch together? I found this awesome place where they sell these mean ass bbq’d chicken ” an unknown number showed up on your phone one day. Ignoring the message you continued catching up on your report. That is until another message showed up “Sorry, this is Hawks got your number from one of your buddies, told em I know you and stuff, that good with you?”.

You would had simply ignored on how he got your number if not for the fact that you were new at your office, never had this so called “buddy” and worse you never told anyone your personal contact number you always used your company phone for communication.

The weeks after that he started invading your breaks pulling you away before your co-workers had a chance to invite you for lunch breaks. The result? they tend to shy away from you, finding it awkward being close to you when you obviously have a personal relationship with the no.2 pro Hero.

When you tried distancing yourself from him, finding a piss poor excuse on how you cannot accompany him for lunch or dinner, and even refusing to be accompanied on your way home, you openly voiced out your distaste at the idea of being flown back to your apartment. Not wanting your safety be fully in his hands.

“Hey y/n, darling I noticed you’re pretty distant this past days” he spoke to you when he caught you chilling at the company’s roof top one day, well you never thought he would be pretty upfront with your behavior.

“Yeah sorry ‘bout that, someone in my office said that I might be distracting you from hero work and all” you said lying, avoiding eye contact, you knew you were really scraping the bottom for excuse this time. Believing you easily, he never liked your co worker sticking close to you and now they instilled this idea on you now? Well he couldn’t have that. Deciding to prod again at your weakness, mainly that you were oozing with sympathy and easily guilt tripped.

“Well I am a pretty over bearing guy” he said softly looking down on his feet “I grew up pretty much alone in the commission and never really had someone to hang out with, so I just tend to be clingy, really wanted to try out this normalcy once in a while y’know? Sorry ‘bout all this” he said cracking his voice up a bit to further emphasize that he is showing his vulnerable side to cater to your empathetic side.

He really hope it works, otherwise he’d have to go plan B. Kidnapping you isn’t as much fun compared to the idea of you willingly submitting yourself to him.

“Maybe we can hang out at weekends” you said eyes full of sympathy.

Bingo.Next stop those nosy colleagues of yours.

“Hey y/n thank goodness are you ok?” one of your colleagues called out to you one day. Shocked by the sudden unusual approach from a total stranger you asked what the commotion is all about. “You know that guy that was interning for you? Well turns out he has numerous cases of assault, you can never trust anyone this days” she huffed before storming off.

The next was the same girl who approached you willingly trying to warn you. You found out a week later in a daily news that her body was found in the area where you usually commute and was burned to the point of unrecognizable. You voiced your concern to Hawks one day simply because there was no way he would be involved in any of these, after all he is a Hero and doesn’t quite have a quirk that allows him to burn others. He does know someone, but you don’t know that.

With a shaking hand you quickly dialing his phone number and meeting with him within a 10 minutes time frame. “I hate to be that kind of person, especially since I rejected your offer in the past but I really hope you can escort me back home, just this time I swear” you rambled as he hugged you tightly comforting you, giving you a shoulder to cry on for support. Shame you missed the way his eyes glint or the ever growing grin he sported

After courting you for couple of months, you noticed he wasn’t as clingy as before and was quite understanding when you set your boundaries. You thought he changed for you he didn’t. It wasn’t a surprise when you accepted his proposal when he asked you out of blue one day presenting you a ruffled bouquet of flowers and a feather of his own, he claims it was to keep you safe. It’s a tracking device

Going out with him wasn’t as bad as you thought. He plays this boyfriend role perfectly. He had brought you two a matching phone when you accidentally dropped it at a lake during your date when an elderly bumped into you.Though sometimes you voiced out your concern for him that you weren’t accepting important messages at times.

After that he brought you a plush of a duck that looked strangely liked him which you thought was downright adorable and cuddly. Though sometimes when you sleep you feel as if the plush’s beady eye is steadily staring right back at you, but you chalked it up as being paranoid just like these past days whenever you go out without Hawks.

Making you move in with him was next in his plan albeit he had some difficulty convincing you. He insisted it was for your safety. But really it was for his mental well being (1) his flat was considerably more secured, has a lot more advanced locks he’s got access to (2) He can now monitor you 24/7 even without that duck’s help (3) he’ll can finally record your voice whenever he wants, even without the bugged phone and best of all he’s got you all to himself, away from all those damn people that consumes your time.

So here you are now wearing one of his shirts, he pleas with puppy dog eyes that it looks adorable on you, spending another whole day in your shared living room, with nothing else to preoccupy your time. At this point you had no friends, only work buddies, your contact with your relatives even your parents and siblings were seldom to none, they insists it was you who cut them off saying you weren’t answering their calls or messages.

Hawks claimed that they were lying to you and that they didn’t wanted to come out as the bad guy for not talking to you.

Brushing your hands along his hair with a hum, while he lays his head on your lap, he insists it was relaxing therapeutic to him, while trying to watch some type of animated cartoon movie he insists was ‘safe for you to view’.

Moving around he grabbed your waist burying himself to your midsection then he said “You know hawks mate for life?” making you chuckle a bit thinking it was one of his bird jokes. “We’ll see about when you put a ring on this you simp” you said showing your ring finger.

He softly chuckled to himself thinking ‘Yeah you weren’t oblivious, you were dead blind’

Check out Part 1

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mbrokenheart93 · 4 years ago

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Come Back

Character: James Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes / Fem!Reader (OC)

Inspired By (Song): Tu fotografía - Gloria Estefan

Warnings: Fluff. So much Angst. Insecurities. Post! Snap. Post!Avengers Endgame. Pre TFATWS.

Author’s Note: Hello. Hello. Hello. I hope everyone’s ok.

This fic is a second part of “Dust”. When I wrote Dust, automatically thought on a second part, and maybe It would be so so long posted in one post.

(If you don’t know, I write in the night) so… This is the final part of this fic. As always say, it’s a pleasure write with Bucky and maybe, just maybe, write a novel with him just to pull out of off my head.

Part 1 is here

He’s other of my movie’s crush with Poe Dameron. And Loki too. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Ps: The gif isn't mine. (I don't remember who is the creator)

Again, thanks u for the likes, comments and reblogs. Always made me smile to know that my stories makes you fun a little.

So I hope you like this one. XOXO 💋

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I’m driving on the highway at a considerable speed trying to get to my destination quickly. The letter that Steve sent me through those FBI mens is on the passenger seat unopened but I know it contains something important.

His messages were always important.

I barely see out of the window that the great building of Avengers Headquarters appears in my vision, and I feel my heart race. Although I had never been there, something made me even more nervous.

I get out of the car quickly and before even crossing the doors of the building, I see that many people leave, some crying, others hugging others and some running quickly towards taxis that are stopped in the streets near it. The destinations were very different: Some went to the center, others that went to the different government offices and others directly to the airport.

What’s happening?

A police officer stops me and asks for my identification. The only thing I have with me is my little blue backpack and Steve’s letter in my hand.

I think about whether to show him the letter, but I open it and take out from inside it, a folded sheet of paper and a small card, as if it were a driver’s license, and I give it to the officer who steps away only when he sees it, indicating that I should enter through another of the doors that were empty. From a distance I can barely see the different sheets of paper stuck to the side of one of the doors where many people were reading and walking towards the taxis. The officer guides me until I enter through a door that could be for a giant and I sneak past what appear to be luxury cars totally covered by blue tarps.

- We were waiting for you, Miss Porter - The artificial voice makes me jump with fright and I turn towards the void, looking for the source where it comes from; but I can’t see a speaker, far from it, someone nearby - I’m sorry to scare you, my name is FRIDAY, I’m one of Mr. Stark’s technological assistants.

Stark. How long since I heard anything about that last name.

- It's nothing. You just took me by surprise - I deny as I walk through that empty corridor and I see through the tinted windows how people are hugging, as if they had not seen each other a long time ago - What am I doing here? Why don’t the others come in this way?

- I’m sorry it was like that. Let me ask you a question: Did you read Captain Rogers’ letter? It was his exclusive request that you enter through here.

- No … - I answer lost in my thoughts and squeeze the letter in my hands, as if it were some kind of stress reliever that I had learned to use over the years, while I pay attention to the couple that is a few meters from me , who seems to be eager to touch, as if they have not been together a long time - I’ll do it at home.

- You must do it now before entering the main room.

I suddenly look at the threshold where I see silhouettes of people walking quickly from one side to the other. My breath catches in my throat as I feel fear invade me. What am I afraid of? Steve is on the other side waiting for me to give me another bad news? Tell me that he was gone forever like that time five years ago?

- Let me assure you that the content of that letter will not make you suffer more than you have suffered in these five years, Miss Porter.

I look at the letter and curse while I mentally complain about the ease I have to express my emotions, even more so when the opinion comes, from what I suppose, it is an AI.

- And how do you know that? How do you know that I suffered?

- Because Captain Rogers specially asked me to remind you if you didn’t get to read it - I laugh as I remember the many calls during my last two weeks of school, and the times I preferred to press the end button in order not to listen to Steve ask me if I was okay when we were both fully aware that neither he or I were - I know it was very hard for both you, and Captain Rogers, the loss of Sergeant Barnes.

Hearing his last name was as if someone had hit the pit of my stomach and the air suddenly escaped, without giving me the possibility of recovering it.

I try to take a deep breath but barely manage to take in a small breath of air before I feel a tear fall down my cheek.

It hadn’t been long since the snap when I realized how much I missed Bucky.

- It was not necessary to remember something that I’m still trying to forget.

I mumble as I walk to the door and hear children’s laughter, whispers about whether they were okay or how long they were out - What is out there?

- You must see it by yourself, miss. Let me tell you something: Captain Rogers was very sorry that he couldn’t say goodbye to you as he would have liked, but he wants you to know that he appreciates you in ways you can’t imagine.

- Thanks FRIDAY. He went on a trip?

- To live his life, miss. And he hopes that he can give it back some of yours.

I frown at her words and feel a breeze of fresh air come through the door and as soon as I cross the threshold, I hear Friday say the words that nail me to the place.

- Sergeant Barnes is waiting for you. He will be eager to see you again.

Bucky? Was this a joke? I try to open the note quickly but my fingers seem not to want to collaborate between the tremors and the nerves. How likely was the AI to be wrong?

None.

As soon as I open the note I see some scribbles that I understand as the date, which is from a few days ago, and I read it quickly looking for those words that tell me that what FRIDAY said is true.

“I’m sorry I can’t say goodbye to you, Emma. I wish I could tell you this in person, but the circumstances of my trip make it impossible. What I can tell you is that I’ll be fine and that I’m coming home. It was a pleasure. meet you and I want you to do me a favor: Take care of him. He always looked after me, now it’s time for someone to take care of him. That idiot won the lottery with you, Emma. And you must make him notice it every day of his life. This is my gift to you, I know I couldn’t promise anything five years ago, but we did it, we won and James is here for you. I hope that’s enough. ”

I put my hands to my mouth, suppressing a sob, without finishing reading the letter and when I start looking for it with my eyes among so many people. Suddenly reality hits me: The people who were here, running, hugging, crying were those who had disappeared with the snap.

My God … He was here.

I walk towards one of the men who is dressed in red, with the Médecins Sans Frontières insignia and the words are stuck in my throat.

- Are you looking for someone special? Could you give me the details?

- Barnes. He’s here … Or so they told me - I keep looking with my eyes but I can’t make out anyone I usually know. There was no sign of either Natasha or Sam - Sam Wilson? He’s his partner.

The man looks at me as if horns have come out of my head and he approaches another young woman in black, who sees me and only nods to him. I show her the credential without waiting for an answer and she simply indicates the door that is a few meters from us.

- Porter, right? - I nod as if he were a robot and indicates the door to me again - Main hall. Gate 6.

- Thank you - I run while avoiding people, children who run into the arms of their parents and push others, but no one complains. As soon as I get to the door and let people in, I see Sam in the distance that he’s talking to someone I can’t recognize. Something inside me ignites and I feel my heart beating again. I can handle the urge to cry as much as I can but I can’t, as I feel the heat invade my cheeks.

He diverts attention from who’s talking to him, he sees me and starts laughing. That complicit and funny laugh that I haven’t seen in someone for a long time. Everything had become so sad that it seemed to be in a black and white movie. I can barely get Bucky’s name off my lips when Sam nods in my direction and slaps the arm of the man in front of him. He shakes his head, visibly annoyed, but Sam indicates where I am, making the stranger turn around.

I hold back a sigh as soon as I see him turn and look in Sam’s direction but he doesn’t seem to see me. People who cross between the two prevent it. His long hair was gone and a new haircut made him look more confident. Even more attractive. His eyes were still sad but in a way that I couldn’t quite interpret.

Good God, the need to touch him was such that it seemed to me that I was in a dream and that none of it was real.

I try to scream his name through the murmur but nothing comes out of my mouth and when I try again, the tears prevent me from speaking.

I walk quickly, closing the distance between us, but before I even reach the middle, fear takes hold of me again.

What if he doesn’t remember me in the same way that I remember him?

I see Sam roll his eyes as he grabs his shoulders, turns him around, and points him right in my direction: once our gazes meet, I can’t hold back the tears.

The only answer I get is a smile.

We both rush towards each other and I hardly feel the air getting heavy, I wrap my arms around him, as if he might disappear at any moment.

- You’re here. You don’t know how much I cried for you - I hear his laugh while I feel his lips leave kisses on my hair, as his hands try to touch any part of me that is within reach and as soon as he takes me by the arms he pulls me away, observing me from above down - I thought you were just another illusion in my head.

- Is it really you, Emma? - He hugged me again and I hear Sam mutter as he passed something about how “cheesy” we looked - You look different.

-You were gone for a long time, James - he murmured against his chest while I enjoy the heat that his body gives off as well as the accelerated beats of his heart that are coupled with mine - When Steve told me that you had gone …

- Shh … don’t remember. I’m here, doll. I will never leave again.

He pulls away just to look at me for a few moments, I don’t know if he was looking for something or trying to remember something, but he just raised his hand to wipe the tears that were falling down my cheek.

- I have to catch you up on things here. - I try to get Steve’s letter out of my pocket but Bucky makes me look at him again.

- Before that….

The last thing my brain analyzes is the softness of his lips against mine. A gentle pressure and I feel like the floor disappears under me. I try to get up on tiptoe to get up to him and run my hands on his shoulders trying to bring him closer, but all I can do is wrap his arms around me and get even closer to him. I let my fingers play with his short hair and I love that feeling.

Hell, I missed his presence so much that it was hard for me to think about never having him around again.

He pulled me for air and I can tell his cheeks are just as red as mine - Bucky I …

-You don’t know how long I wanted to do that.

- For 6 years? - I joke as I approach again and take him by the hand.

- How old are you, Emma? The first time I met you, you were 25.

- I will turn 31 next week - I admit as he shakes his head and looks for someone with his eyes, when he does not find him, he lets out a growl - Who are you looking for?

- Sam. I’ll tell him we’re leaving - Answer my mental question and gently pull me towards one of the secluded rooms of the building where I hear murmurs from other people - I’ll catch up with you, doll.

I feel my cheeks heat up as I brake, causing Bucky to tense up - What do you mean?

- We will catch up on all aspects and I swear to you that you will hardly leave my department - I try to laugh but all I get is that a gasp escapes my lips causing me to give me a playful smile - In that aspect too, doll .

- Before you two go to do the things that are you going to do - I hear Sam’s voice in the distance and as soon as it enters our field of vision, I see him snorting - You know you must be with Raynor on Monday at 9 o'clock. Truth?

- And you had to remind me now?

- Yes, because I know you will not answer my messages and she will be the one who will remind you when you want to forget about it. Your head depends on it, Buck.

- Do not call me that way.

- Come on old man, go enjoy your life and stop getting mad at the world. You’re back and with your girl, and will you still be upset because I call you like Steve did?

I shift my gaze from one to the other and Bucky just extends his hand to Sam, who shakes it without hesitation.

- Take care of yourself, Wilson.

- You too Barnes. If you need me, you know where to find me.

I pulled me away from Bucky as I walk to the door and I feel like some of the pain is gone even though I still can’t assimilate that that’s true.

- Let’s go, doll?

- Let’s go.

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corvus--rex · 4 years ago

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I very nearly used this one for the Prince prompt for Julance, and then came up with something different (not that I've posted it to ao3 yet, the magical au kinda got away from me and I've been trying to wrap it up). It's deeply sleeping and almost into semi-abandoned mostly because I'm just stuck (I personally suck at scene transitions). This one is a Human!Galtean Omegaverse with Omega Lance and Alpha Keith.

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Keith hated these parties, even if it was in his honor. He always had. But being able to see Lance light up when they walked into the ballroom and then offering him his hand as an invitation to dance made it worth it. Especially when the offer was so excitedly accepted. When the familiar 3/4 time signature began, and the pair swept around the room wrapped up in the waltz and in each other, Keith was able to forget the reason for the party. He let himself get lost in Lance’s soft expressions and the love he held for the boy in his arms. Well, not boys anymore. No, they were both grown adults by then and not lovesick teenagers, but their feelings for each other had never lessened. And Keith was still in awe of the fact that Lance, his best friend since they were small children, despite their secondary sexes, not only loved him in return, but had accepted Keith’s proposal.

Accepted may have been an understatement. The night Keith proposed, in the heart of Lance’s favorite garden on the castle’s grounds, the Marmoran prince found himself tackled to the soft grass. His entire field of vision was taken up by an emotionally overwhelmed Lance, blocking out the stars that Keith felt paled in comparison to the Altean royal he was intensely proud to call his.

Lance, for his part, knew how much Keith hated these formal parties. But this one was all theirs. This was the party that formally announced to the kingdoms of Marmora and Altea and the rest of the world that the two royal families were to be joined through the marriage and mating of Alpha Crown Prince Keith of Marmora and Omega Prince Lance of Altea. Lance, and Keith as well, had been stunned to learn that their betrothal had been formalized when they were infants. Their parents were close friends, and the boys had grown up together, even attending the same boarding schools. And then, when the boys began dating on their own in their teens, their parents decided not to tell them, knowing that it really no longer mattered.

Both Lance and Keith were familiar with the music, and Keith slowed their pace with a twirl of his fiancé at the beginning of the closed cadence that marked the end of the dance. They came to a stop as the music died, sneaking a kiss when they knew no one was really paying attention. But of course, that night, everyone was paying attention to the recently engaged couple. There was no getting away from it. Lance’s older sister Allura had even commented on it, saying that it would finally take some attention away from her own engagement to Princess Romelle of Arus. But of course, as Crown Princess and Lance’s sister, Allura was there at the engagement party, Romelle right beside her.

That night, Lance proudly wore the last courting gift Keith had given him on the night he proposed. It was a simple band, inlaid with a brilliantly rich violet sapphire that graced the middle finger of his left hand. The stone itself, a marquise cut laid horizontally in the metal, was stunning, but the band was made of starlight silver, an alloy composed of white gold and luxite, a metal unique to Marmora. Truth be told, he rarely took it off, wearing it as a constant reminder of the Alpha who loved him.

Lance had already moved into Marmora’s royal residence and his own suite of rooms for the months leading up to his formal mating to Keith, but it was a well-known secret inside the castle that he hardly ever used the apartment, having instead already moved into Keith’s suite. Breakfast at the castle was almost always an informal affair, and house staff usually walked into the princes snuggled in bed together. Everyone also knew that Queen Krolia knew about her son and soon-to-be son-in-law’s sleeping arrangement and said nothing against it. That night, they had plans to slip away from the party when it was late enough and watch the fireworks from their private balcony. Their closest friends wanted to celebrate the engagement away from the crowded rooms of the party and had agreed to leave quietly one at a time to meet the princes upstairs.

But it wasn’t quite time for that yet. The party was still in full swing and the formal announcement had yet to be made. Keith knew his mother would be looking for them soon, and wanted to keep Lance to himself for as long as possible, even if he knew it was a lost cause. Case in point, the over-dressed figure of an Altean noble making her way toward them now that they had stepped away from the floor. Keith saw the exact moment when Lance died a little on seeing Lady Henrietta Remington-Blakely bustling her way over, her daughter Delphine following her mother with purpose.

Lady Remington-Blakely had always – and loudly – bemoaned the fact that Allura had been publicly off the market for years and that Lance wasn’t a “suitable match” as an Omega for her Beta daughter. Delphine, on the other hand, tried to distance herself from her mother’s whining as much as possible, and in doing so, had actually ingratiated herself with the royal family, winning a place at court over her mother. Delphine, therefore, had naturally been invited to the engagement party, her mother having the invitation extended out of courtesy. Delphine’s father, Baronet Simeon Remington-Blakely, had been invited as well, but the beleaguered noble was nowhere to be seen.

Delphine rushed the last several yards ahead of her mother, picking up her nearly floor-length skirt in a rather un-ladylike fashion. “I am so sorry, I couldn’t stop her,” she said to Lance as she approached.

Lance sighed. “It’s ok, Lady Delphine. It’s not your fault.”

“I know, but she’s been worse lately now that your engagement is being made publicly official tonight.”

Keith nodded to a spot over Delphine’s shoulder. “And here she comes.”

Lance seamlessly slipped into his public face. “Lady Remington-Blakely, thank you so much for coming all the way to Marmora to celebrate with us. How was the trip? Not too strenuous, I hope?”

Keith and Delphine caught each other’s eye and tried desperately not to laugh. Lance’s seemingly genuine greeting and following question caught Lady Henrietta off guard, causing the woman to deflate from whatever she had planned on verbally accosting him with. Neither of them missed the subtle wink he threw in their direction or the small sly curl to his fake smile.

“Oh, well, of course, your Highness,” Lady Henrietta stumbled, caught off guard by Lance preempting her, “No, the trip over was fine. We accompanied Count Fitzsimmons on his private jet.”

“And how is the dear Count? Still as…active as ever?”

Count Alistair “Allie” Fitzsimmons was a well-known party boy, and it actually surprised Lance that Lady Henrietta would be seen in public with him.

“Oh, yes, I suppose so. He was quite charming on our flight over.”

“Naturally. I would expect nothing less. And of course, the announcement of my forthcoming marriage and mating is so important to us and our beloved Altea. Altea and Marmora have been close friends and allies for quite some time now, and my marriage will further strengthen that bond. It certainly doesn’t hurt that I’ve been madly in love with her Crown Prince for years.”

Lance had been so invested in preventing whatever it was that Lady Henrietta had in mind that he hadn’t noticed Delphine slip away to retrieve her father until she returned with him.

“My apologies, Prince Lance,” Sir Simeon said as he approached, slightly out of breath.

“Oh, not at all. I was just telling your lovely wife Lady Henrietta how wonderful it is that you could be here in Marmora with us.”

“Of course, it’s our pleasure to be here for such an important event.” Sir Simeon had far more in common with his daughter than his wife. Lance had wondered on meeting them the first time how someone so genuine and caring could have ended up with such a self-important woman like Henrietta.

Delphine and Sir Simeon directed Lady Henrietta away from the royals, leaving them in momentary peace.

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bl597 · 5 years ago

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Hi love💕 I love your writings so much ahhhh and if you are still taking requests I would love a Fred or George fic where they are in Hogwarts and the reader (hopefully a Hufflepuff!) is two years below them, they are dating but reader is insecure because she thinks he is popular and she’s just an ordinary puff? And he didn’t help because his flirty nature, but he realize it’s hurting her and scared that he’ll lose her to another boy, anyways angst with a very fluffy ending? Thank you so much❤️

hello, my love! thank you aa ❤️❤️ i'm so sorry it took so long, hope you enjoy it! 💞

warnings: agnsty but then fluffy ok, fem!hufflepuff!reader, the words 'fucking' and 'dumbass' like once or two times, kind of shitty just like my other pieces :p, did this with my boi Freddie bc I already have two imagines in mind for Georgie yeehaw, english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

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You were now with Hannah and Susan, your best friends and housemates, discussing about the next Hogsmeade trip and what you three would do or buy there. Susan was excitedly talking about a new candy in Honeydukes, saying she wanted to try it when loud voices and cheering approached the corridor you three were sitting. Confusedly, you looked up, seeing the Gryffindor quidditch team and a few other people – mostly girls – surrounding them with dreamy smiles.

You smiled widely when you noticed your favourite ginger in the whole world in the middle of the crowd, but it soon disappeared from your face when you saw he wasn't alone. A girl, probably a 7th year, was shamelessly flirting with him, her arms wrapped around his left arm, a cheeky smile on her lips.

“You're so handsome, Freddie” you heard her saying with a squeaky, annoying voice, giggling.

“I have my charms, darling” he winked at her with a smirk and you felt your heart sink, the ghost of your smile completely leaving your face now.

Being a little younger and in a different house while dating Fred was something you were a bit insecure about. You were scared he would leave you for some older and more beautiful girl, probably a Gryffindor. You knew it was silly, since he always assured you that you were the only on in his heart, but his flirty nature wasn't really a big help. He flirted with everyone, even if just joking, but the main problem was that some girl actually flirted back, even though they knew about your relationship.

He was a Quidditch player and was really popular around the castle, so it was normal to see lots of people fangirling over him and George all the time, some even confessing to them and everything. And that made you feel insecure. I mean, you were just a 5th year Hufflepuff, you were just you and he is Fred fucking Weasley, the Gryffindor's team beater and one of the Weasley twins. He deserved someone way much cooler than just you.

“If you excuse me now, lady, I'll see my girl” you heard him say before heading towards you and your friends with a smile on his face.

“Afternoon, ladies” he greeted the girls, who just said a quiet 'hi', and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer and placing a small kiss on your cheek “Afternoon, my love”

“Hey, Fred” you spoke softly, giving him a half-smile.

“Missed you today” he pouted, giving your cheek another kiss

“Missed you too” you replied, giggling a little before looking at the watch on your wrist, fake gasping as if you forgot something important “Hannah, Susan, we promised to help professor Sprout after class, remember?”

They looked a bit confused at first, but soon understood and smiled, getting up “I was almost forgetting about it!” Susan exclaimed.

“Guess we should get going now” said Hannah.

“Sorry, love” you said to Fred, giving him a quick peck on the lips before getting up with the girls “See you later?”

“Oh" he seemed upset, but nodded, smiling quietly “Of course. See ya”

Waving him goodbye, you left with the girls. You didn't know why you did this, you just needed some time alone. You were sad because of earlier, jealousy and insecurity taking control of your body. Seeing Fred upset just made you feel so terrible for doing it to him, but for now you needed some time, you would talk to him later.

“Care to explain why you did that?” Hannah asked when you were out of Fred's sight.

“I don't know, I feel so stupid now. Did you see his face when we left?” you whined, considering coming back and apologize to him.

“Is that because of that Ravenclaw girl?” Susan asked quietly and you nodded slowly.

You didn't notice when, but you were already on the Hufflepuff common room, heading to your dorm with Hannah and Susan in front of you. You then threw yourself in your bed, face buried in your pillow. “Do you think he would prefer to be with her? Like, she's beautiful and older and she's a Ravenclaw, she must be really smart” your voice came out muffled because of the pillow, but apparently the girls understood it.

“Of course not, (Y/n/n)” they said in unison, sitting on the bed beside you.

“You're amazing, and he would have to be really dumb to break up with someone as fantastic as you” you heard Susan's kind voice, her hand caressing your back softly.

“But he flirted back” you lifted your head from the pillow and then sat up “I mean, he flirts with everybody, I'm not even sure if he really likes me”

“Are you joking?!” Hannah exclaimed, making you and Susan look at her “You've been together for over a year and besides, have you seen the way that dumbass looks at you?! He looks at you as if you were the most precious and beautiful thing in the whole world, he literally gives you heart eyes, you blind little shit! Trust me when I say he would never leave you for some other girl.”

Your eyes then filled with tears, guilty flooding your body when you remember how shitty you treated Fred a few minutes ago because you were jealous. “I'm so idiot”

“Shut up, you're not” Susan said “You should talk to him about it, you know”

Nodding quietly, you smiled at them two. “I'll do it after dinner. Thanks.”

During dinner you were a little quieter than usual, but still chatted with your friends. You were staring at Justin's dirty nose, trying to hide your laughter while drinking your pumpkin juice.

“What is it, (Y/l/n)? Am I so good-looking you can't take your eyes off of me?” he asked chuckling and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“You wish, Finch-Fletchley” you replied “Your nose is dirty, did ya know it?”

When you were about to hand him a napkin, two strong arms were wrapped around your waist from behind, making you jump in surprise. “Bloody hell!” You didn't even need to turn around to see it was Fred, his laugh and his cologne announcing it was him. “I almost had a heart attack, you prat!”

“Always a drama queen, aren't you?” he joked, taking your hand in his before turning to your friends “If you excuse me now, I'll steal my girlfriend for a while”

You got up with a silly smile on your face, seeing Susan's and Hannah's reassuring smiles before you started following Fred. He seemed nervous, so you squeezed his hand to let him know you were here for him, which made him give you a half heartedly smile while leading you to Merlin knows where. He finally stopped when you two reached a desert corridor.

“I have something to ask you” he said nervously, which was really weird since he's always so out going and confident all the time.

“Go on” you spoke quietly, getting nervous as well.

“Earlier today” he started “were you ignoring me? Like, when I arrived where you and the girls were you looked a little sad and cold towards me and then left as soon as possible. Did something happen?”

You didn't know what to answer, your mouth opened and closed while trying to let the words leave it, but they never did. He looked hurt and that broke your heart. You even though about lying and saying everything was fine, but you decided against it and realised it was better if he knew how you feel, because it's unfair of your part to keep things as secrets and then treat him badly because of it later.

Sighing, you looked at him “Actually, yes, there is something that have been bothering me for a while”

“What is it, love? Please tell me” he asked, holding your hands in his, looking you straight in the eyes.

“I saw that Ravenclaw girl flirting with you earlier and it made me upset because I thought you would prefer her since she's older and more beautiful than me, then I got insecure about it and you flirted back and-”

He cut you off by softly pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss, his hands resting on your hips as your hands found their way to his soft hair. You two slowly pulled apart after a few minutes so you could breathe again, resting your forehead against each other's with a soft smile on both your faces. He carefully cupped your cheeks and pressed a kiss to your nose.

“She's absolutely nothing compared to you, princess” he said “You're the only one I see and will always be. I'm really sorry if I hurt you, it wasn't my intention.”

“I know, I'm sorry for not telling you about it” you quietly said, smiling softly at him “I love you, Freddie”

His eyes widened in surprise, a huge smile forming itself on his swollen lips as he connected your lips again in a soft yet long kiss, both of you smiling in the middle of the kiss. It was the first time you said I love you and you couldn't think of a better time to say it, you have been dating for over one year and you were more than sure about your feelings for Fred.

“I love you too” he replied when you pulled apart again, peppering your face with little kisses “So, so much. Please don't ever doubt that, my lovely baby”

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cesca-untoldstories · 3 years ago

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Star again... I'm very happy that you answered😊 thank you very much! It makes me very happy, and like I'm talking to a famous person😂 But really, my case is a little different so I feel insecure, but I've had my main character for a long time, like, years, I can't let go of it. and jjba's adventures fit neatly into the white and once inexplicable spaces of my story. But what did I mean about not knowing where to start, and because I'm such a perfectionist, and because of that I end up thinking too much and getting anxious, ending up not knowing where to start, if you can tell me a little bit how you started I will be super happy!

And I forgot to say... You're the best Fran, thank you so much for helping me🥰🥰💞💕

I'll stop bugging you now

Heyo little Star-!

Hahah thank you for considering me a famous person! actually I'm just a little mess with big things in mind but procrastination hit a way to hard this days, but thank you so much for coming to me asking me my point of view and my little advices ;w; <3 I really enjoy it!

about the perfectionist part, I totally understand that is like that guy with lot of photos pin in the wall like "OK WHERE DO WE START?" but I like to see it more like a shoe lace, even if the knot is big and pushy there is always a tip that helps you untangle it.

if you don't know where to start try thinking, ok I'm in an elevator with Araki himself, you want to show him all your story ofc but you know the elevator is only 2 minutes to the floor. in two minutes you need to tell all the important events and show him this story is worth it for him.

¿what words would to tell to him in two minutes about your whole story?

In my case, I would be like "Mr. Araki I created a personal character that is envolved in 1988's trip with crusaders, she is the rival of the protagonist and she got many untold secrets which will lead to explain later events in the following arcs"

you indeed got a lot to tell, but the way of approaching to someone and telling in less than two minutes your story as a summary and not even telling names. you can tell me "is a parallel story of Jojo's bizarre adventures that joins in the arcs because ...." and this automatically will make me ask: who's story? when? where? how? why?

we all have a lot to unfold, and the best way to explain your head is to think "how would I sell this story to this famous creator in order to tell me *you know what? I will buy your story*" and that's the beginning of a complete development of many many ways to tell things, to be honest to this date I still working on 'cesca's back story, everyday I take something out and add something better.

but is for the sake of...my own development. my own growth. and I know, you will have your own growth too, just never stop talking about it... and as an advice, talk with with people that doesn't even know about the serie at all. sometimes with friends I'm like "so this story about a girl went missing on egypt" and they don't even know I'm talking about jojos canonically or just my ocs ^^!

you have a way to go but never stop thinking and talking about it!

and thank you once again for your kind words for me ;w; <3 don't make me blushy hahah! hope my advice can help you in a near future! good luuck!

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bluesylveon2 · 4 years ago

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My My I Could Never Let You Go

Summary: Sasha Zoe just wants her dad to walk her down the aisle. There is only one problem: she doesn't know who her dad is! Sasha invites 3 men in hopes of finding out which one is her father. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairings: Levi x Hange, Sasha x Niccolo, and other background relationships

Disclaimer: This is a Levihan Mamma Mia au. This fanfic is inspired by Mamma Mia which is directed by Phyllida Loyd, written by Catherine Johnson, and uses music from the pop group ABBA. Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha

A/N: Is it too late to say that Sasha’s wedding takes place in the first week of August? (edit: I realized my mistake and I fixed it) Tbh this chapter is short and just filler BUT it does set up what will happen in the next few chapters. You could say it helps with the subplot. I did make a few edits to the fic, especially last chapter because I’m nit-picky like that.

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Ch 8: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

2 months before the wedding

It was a beautiful, sunny day in Kalokairi, and Hanami could not agree more as she sips her coffee in front of the Swell Cafe Bar.

The smell from her coffee was wafting her nose, the warm sunlight on her sun-kissed skin, the beautiful view, and the slight breeze that moved her sundress a bit were perfect for her.

She tapped her foot to the music playing in the background. The owners were playing an old 80's jazz song. Hanami wasn't familiar with it, but she liked listening to the beat. She also noticed the waiter shyly glancing at her every now and then as he worked.

Aw, she thought. It seems like he's too shy to walk up to her. He kept subtly glancing at her since she sat down.

Hanami looks in the man's direction and gives him a bright smile and a small wave, causing the guy to blush and look away with embarrassment for getting caught.

Hanami chuckles to herself. She considered winking at him, but she didn't want the poor guy to blush much.

She rests her head on her palm, and her gaze returns back to the sea. She reflects on what has happened in the past few months.

2 months ago, during Easter break, Jean approached her with a plan to win over Mikasa. At the time, Hanami was unsure if he would be able to pull it off. Everyone knows how much Mikasa likes (is that even the right word?) Eren. Yet, everyone knows about Jean’s huge crush on Mikasa.

She only agreed after Jean offered to pay for everything during their "meet-ups" (she insisted that they take turns instead and Jean agreed), assist her with her Maid of Honor duties for the wedding when she had to go back to college (Hanami did her best to exclude him from anything related to Sasha’s dads), and do any other favors for a year. Hanami knew Jean was serious after the conditions.

You see, Hanami used to not like Jean back in high school. He was cocky, arrogant, and annoying (at least to her and (not)surprisingly, Eren). Hanami made sure to express her dislike for him. However, Jean changed after an incident when Marco broke his right leg and Jean was too late to stop it. He became more mature and considerate of his friends. As a result, both he and Hanami decided they could be friends, and everything went from there.

And so, Hanami agreed with one condition: Jean must teach her how to dance.

The reason being is Hanami’s Austrian friends invited her to one of the many balls held during ball season in Austria. Everyone in Hanami’s friend group knows she cannot dance, especially in heels.

Luckily for her, Jean was the only available guy with a decent enough dance experience to teach her.

(All the guys agreed that Jean was the best dancer of all of them. Eren is a close second.)

The two would sometimes bicker, but they had each other's backs. They define their friendship as comfortable, per se; they were comfortable enough to actually kiss each other to get out of a sticky situation.

Hanami could remember an incident a few days ago when Sasha decided that the two, plus her and Niccolo, to take a trip to Skiathos to take a break from all the wedding plans. They had settled for a party at a local beach bar at night. Skiathos is known as a party island after all. Niccolo and Sasha had separated from the group to swim in the sea, so Jean offered to buy Hanami a drink since they were alone.

About 10 minutes had passed since and Jean did not return, so Hanami went out to find him. She did not expect to find him at a table near the bar surrounded by girls without holding any drinks. Despite how cocky Jean looks, he cares about personal space and making sure his friends are ok. He would hate it if someone decided to harass Hanami while he was gone.

The girls were getting a bit too close to him, so Hanami decided to step in. She strutted to his side while ignoring the other girls and proclaimed how much she missed him. She then grabs his hand and subtly squeezes it, to which he squeezes it back, giving her permission to do what she was about to do.

Jean had turned to face Hanami, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close to his body. Hanami looks up at him and grabs the collar of his shirt with both hands. She pulls him down for a kiss while ignoring the other girls who were still present. She wrapped her arms around her neck, while Jean's hands played with the hem of her cover-up. It was nothing sweet and cute like what normal couples do. Their kiss was more heated and was enough for the other girls to leave them alone.

They never brought it up again just for their own sakes. Jean and Hanami made an agreement to help each other by acting as if they were dating as practice for Mikasa. Hence why they kissed during the party. The two even agreed to squeeze each other’s hands as a sign if they were comfortable to proceed. Jean had no experience with dating, and Hanami had one boyfriend back in high school. She had more experience with dating than him.

(Hanami only mentioned that Jean had improved on his kissing skills and left it at that).

Hanami continues looking at the view as she waits for Jean. Apparently, he requested that they meet up one more time, and this is very important. Hanami questioned why this meeting was important. Did they not cover everything in the plan? Is there a plot hole they might have missed? She does not turn her head when she hears the man of the hour heading in her direction.

“You’re late. If you came any later, then I would go on a date with the waiter instead,” she teases and turns around to fully face him. He wore a white long-sleeve button-up shirt that he rolled up the sleeves. He also had on slacks and a pair of dress shoes. She found it strange that he decided to dress nicely when it was only 10 am. Usually, he dresses in casual clothes. She eyes the camera in his hands.

Jean sits in the chair across from her and places the camera on the table. “This is not a date, Hanami.” He dismissed with no hint of a laugh anywhere. “I’ve-” he hesitates for a second. “-been thinking about something lately.”

“Oh,” Hanami says and leans forward a bit. She noticed his hesitation and folded her hands on top of the table. She gestures to the camera on the table, “What’s with the camera?”

"I’m just practicing for school. I need to take a picture of something I admire and paint it for the school's art exhibit."

Hanami chuckles. "Too bad Mikasa is not here. She is the perfect subject for your painting."

Jean shifts around in his seat uncomfortably. Hanami notices but does not ask about it out loud. Why did he look uncomfortable? She thought he would at least agree with her.

"About that..the plan with Mikasa..." He trails off, sounding almost uncertain and confused.

"What’s up?." Hanami asks and raises an eyebrow. She was taken aback. Did Jean notice a hole in their plan? She sits up and stares at him intensely. She's getting the answer one way or another.

“Did we miss something with the plan?”

Hanami knew that Mikasa would not arrive at Kalokairi until days before or maybe the day before the wedding. Jean’s plan was a long shot. Who knows if Mikasa would fall for him in such a short amount of time. Then again, they have been friends for a while now.

“No...It’s nothing,” He says dismissively. Hanami raises an eyebrow. Jean was never this jumpy during their past meet-ups. She is not one to pry, but something is clearly on Jean’s mind and he was the one who insisted on meeting up today. Looks like she might have to play a secret weapon.

“Ohhhkayyy,” she says, holding out the word. She slumps in her seat, feigning disappointment.

“Don’t tell me you’re backing out of the plan? It would be a shame to put all that time to waste.” Suddenly, she smiles a wicked smile.

“Don’t you agree, Jeanbo?”

Jean breaks out of his trance and looks at Hanami with shock. He was speechless. Jean could name only two people from his friend group who knew his childhood nickname. Marco, for obvious reasons, and Armin. Armin found out on accident and promised Jean not to tell anyone. How did she know?

Checkmate.

“How do you know that?” Jean asks with a hint of fear.

Hanami places her elbows on the table and rests her hands on her head. “How did I know?” She smiles slyly and raises her eyebrows.

“I met your mother last summer when Sasha and I were visiting Annie in Paris. Sasha wanted to take a road trip around France, and we ended up in Strasbourg as a stop for some sightseeing. You should’ve seen how shocked we were to find your mom in town. She was even shocked when we mentioned that we knew you! It’s a good thing we recognized her from the various letters she sent and the old photos.”

Hanami looks at Jean, who is still speechless. She continues her story.

“You were on your trip in Spain with Marco at the time, so the girls and your mom wanted to keep it a secret. Don't want to ruin the surprise, you know?"

Hanami chuckles to herself.

"Although she did ask if one of us was your girlfriend though. I think she wants grandchildren soon, Jeanbo.”

Hanami laughs at her little joke. Jean was too busy blushing to even laugh at her joke. Doesn’t his mom know that he is too young for that?! He decided to take note to never bring any of his female friends back home.

“Anyways, she even made us her famous omelets, which were the best I ever had! You have to make me someday, Jean. Don't even try to back out of it. Your mom said you could make it." She looks at him

She even showed us your baby pictures! You look so adorable!" she gushes.

Meanwhile, Jean has not said a word. He was too shocked to even talk.

"It's too bad you changed…" Hanami trails off and glances into Jean's golden-brown eyes. Suddenly, she stands up from her seat and leans forward. One of her hands rested on the table for support, and the other was reaching out to Jean's face.

Jean only watches as Hanami gently grabs his chin. He was too flustered to make any move to stop her. Her thumb was in the front, and the rest of her fingers were in the back. He doesn't make a move to stop her. He only blushes instead.

"You just had to grow a beard and your hair out into a mullet. You know, most guys can’t work it, yet here you are. Congrats, I guess."

She tilts his head left and right as if she was examining him. She leans closer to his face that Jean can feel her breaths fan his face.

"You also got taller and muscular too." She tsks with slight annoyance. "I wonder why no other girls on the island haven't jumped you yet, huh, lover-boy?." She laughs while referring to the fact that Jean harbors a crush on Mikasa for years now.

Her hand trailed up from his chin to cup his cheek. Jean stays still and continues to watch by looking into Hanami's espresso brown eyes behind her glasses. He hoped she could not see him short-circuiting with how close she was.

He feels her shift the hand on his cheek to pinch him. Hard.

"Ow! What the hell, Hanami?"

"You just had to lose all that baby fat and get a sharp jawline instead! I’m going to miss the pinchable cheeks I never actually got to see!"

Jean breaks out of his trance and raises his hands up to stop Hanami.

Two can play this game. What was the best thing to do in this situation? Grab both her cheeks as retaliation.

"You hypocrite! You're the one with chubbier cheeks than me!"

The two continue pulling at each other’s cheeks and throwing insults at one another. They completely ignored that they were in a public area and people nearby can see them. There was an elderly couple nearby who watched the scene unfold. They couldn’t help but laugh to themselves because it reminded them of when they were young. The waiter from earlier was starting to doubt his impression of Hanami. Who knew she was also childish?

Hanami and Jean’s bickering went on for a few minutes until Hanami gave in.

“Ok. Ok. You win, Jean!” she says after sitting back down in her seat. She rubs her now sore cheek. Yeesh, that guy has a grip.

She looks up at Jean’s face. It looks more relaxed and not as tense as before as a result of earlier.

Hanami mentally high-fived herself because her plan of getting Jean out of his whatever he was going through was a success. Now it was time to get serious.

“Jean. I can tell something is on your mind.” She reaches forward to place one hand on top of his on the table. She does not make any motion to hold it.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me specifically. However, just know that I am here for you, and I am happy to listen. I promise not to say anything.” She finishes with a smile.

Jean gulps and takes his hand away to tug on the collar of his shirt. Hanami just watches him patiently.

“It’s about the plan with Mikasa...I think we need to change tactics.”

Hanami crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. “How so?”

“We...need to get Mikasa jealous.”

Hanami chuckles a bit. She has never seen Mikasa jealous in all of her years knowing her. Unless you consider that one instance with Annie training him, but Hanami thinks Annie didn’t view Eren that way. Hanami could not help but wonder how they can get Mikasa to feel jealous of a random girl with Jean in a short amount of time. Again, it depends on when Mikasa and Historia arrive.

“How do you plan on achieving that, Jean?” Hanami asks and takes a sip of her coffee. Things are starting to get interesting now.

“How are things with the bachelorette party?” Jeans suddenly ask, changing the topic. Hanami places her cup down on the table and looks at him suspiciously.

“Well, it is definitely going to be at the hotel plaza. Sasha had requested it there. Oh! Hange and her band are going to perform too. Hange wants to relive her glory days, or so she says. Why do you ask?”

Jean presses his lips in a thin line as if he was contemplating what to say next.

“I need your help with something for the bachelorette party.”

Hanami’s suspicious look never left her face. She takes some time to think about what Jean just said.

Suddenly, it all clicked in her head. She points an accusatory finger at him and glares at Jean.

“Don’t tell me you plan on inviting male strippers to the bachelorette party?!” Hamani yells and startles Jean as well as some passersby.

“No! Do you want me to get killed by practically this whole island?!” Jean exclaims, leaning forward in his seat to cover Hanami’s mouth. He keeps it there for a minute before leaning back to take a deep breath. Of course, Hanami would quickly jump to conclusions.

“No.” He says again calmly. “I need your help setting me up with-” He glances around him, looking slightly unsure. “-Rico when she arrives.”

Hanami looks at him dumbfounded. “Come again?”

Jean sighs and looks at Hanami with a serious face. “You heard me. I want you to set me up with Rico.”

“Rico? As in Rico Brzenska, the three-time divorcee? You do realize she is old enough to be your mom, right?”

“Of course I know that! It’s all part of getting Mikasa jealous!”.

Hanami nods her head, trying to understand whatever just came out of Jean’s mouth. To her, it sounded as if he must have gone mad or something. “Uh-huh. Do you plan on going after Pieck next?”

“No! She’s married!” He exclaims while blushing.

Hanami smirks and crosses her arms in front of her chest with triumph. “Exactly.”

Jean rubs his temples and looks at Hanami with a serious face. “Look, Niccolo came up with an idea about crashing the bachelorette party. Of course, we will make sure to let you have your fun before the guys come in.”

Hanami nods along, showing Jean she is following the story. “So you want me to help you get close enough to “seduce” her (she uses air quotes on the word seduce) that you end up dancing with her at the party and hope that Mikasa notices? Let me guess, you plan on adding more attempts right before the wedding and maybe at the reception?”

“Exactly. You can even try to put in a good word for me when Mikasa comes.”

Hanami nods again in understanding. “Ok, but I won’t do it for every interaction, ok? Only if it is just us two. I don’t want the other girls to raise suspicions if I start complimenting you randomly. Also-” She clamps her hands together. “-I won’t gatekeep Mikasa from Eren. If they want to talk, then I will let them talk. I don’t want to raise any suspicions between the two if that makes sense.”

Jean nods in agreement. “Ok. That sounds like a deal. You will help put in a good word for me to Mikasa, I can try talking to Rico before the party, we will work together to get me close to Rico. You also can't tell Mikasa about my old nickname. It's embarrassing enough that more people know it.” He holds his hand out for Hanami to shake.

Hanami laughs at how serious Jean was. She thought it was kind of funny to see how dedicated he was to this plan. She shakes his hand to seal the agreement. “I promise not to tell Mikasa, Jean. I do have some doubts about the Rico part. I don't mind saying ‘I told you so’ if things go south.”

She places her hand back down on the table and looks at Jean. She smiles, and it even catches him off guard. “You put a lot of effort into this, Jean. You deserve to be happy with Mikasa.”

“Y-y-yeah. You’re right.” Jean rubs the back of his head nervously, causing Hanami to laugh again.

Hanami continues smiling as she stands up and grabs Jean’s hand. “C’mon! I paid last time, so it’s your turn to pay for the food and I’m very hungry! I’m craving some walnut pie with ice cream!”

Jean never questioned her request. That woman had a sweet tooth second to Annie’s. He sighs as Hanami lets go of his hand to call over a waiter and start ordering a whole list of food.

This woman is going to be the death of him.

I know this is a filler chapter, but I am currently working on ch 9 right now. It is a good way to look at Hanami’s character though.

Updates may take a while because the semester is about to end

I chose Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy because I can see it fitting Jean and the many Nicosasha Tiktoks I used to get with this song.

The timing in this fic might be weird because I try to make it somewhat accurate with the research I find.

Speaking of research, this fic is basically a list of places I want to go to in the future. Too bad I can’t go now 😭

#levihan #levi x hange #levihan fanfiction #nicosasha #erwin x hange #mike x hange #mikenana #aruani #hitch x marlow #marco x mina #pokkopikku #snk #aot

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