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reminder to visit museums, even if you feel out of place. you feel out of place because there is an established concept of inaccessibility of "high culture" to the masses, purposefully developed to distinguish between social classes.
take up space, read the plaques, get the audioguides. you are just as entitled and right in being there. visit museums, boycott museums, be expressive about your opinions about museums.
a lot of museums are free, or discounted for youth and students. take advantage of that. check your local art museum. check your local history museum. museums are there for you, they are there to educate the public, not to distinguish between class. it isn't a private collection, it's a public exhibit.
Summary: You and Gwyneth travel to France, one of the many stops on your summer travels.
A/N: With Philips just hibernating during the off season unfortunately she leaves her house and nature in this fic, that's huge ik. Also, this could be seen as platonic or romantic!
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"Do you think we can actually live in the eiffel tower?" Gwyneth asked
She has been asking you random questions for the past half hour.
The plane has already landed.
"No," You sighed. "We can't live in the eiffel tower."
"But we can climb it," She mumbles, mainly to herself.
Aftering getting through the gates, it was already almost midnight.
The two of you walked out of the airport.
Gwyneth huffed, "I'm so tired,"
"I know," You agreed. "Me too, cmon."
You walked away from her, she hurried after you.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
You answered, "To a chateau, I booked us for two nights."
"And we're just gonna walk there in the dark?" She glanced around. "Let's hope there aren't any bears."
You fought the urge to chuckle, "No, rented a car."
The car in question was grey, and looked great for blending in.
"Get in," You told her.
The drive to the chateau didn't take long.
With it being a quarter past midnight, there wasn't as much traffic.
After parking the car, you and Gwyneth signed in and headed to your assigned room.
She flopped onto the bed and groaned.
"Happy?" You took off your shoes.
Gwyneth didn't reply.
She just sent you a thumbs up.
When the morning arrived.
All you could focus on was the intense amount of snoring in your ear.
Truthfully you'd rather sleep in today.
But you made plans and you were going to do them.
The sun couldn't help but make secret glances at the two of you through the curtains.
You gently shoved Gwyneth awake.
She says a string of curses into her pillow.
"Cmon, you gotta get up." You headed to the bathroom to change, "We have things to do."
"What things could be better than staying in bed?" She sat up.
"Eating croissants and seeing the eiffel tower?" You ducked your head out to look at her.
Gwyneth nearly jumped out of bed.
"Knew that'd get you up," You mutters.
She didn't take long to get ready.
The sounds of suitcases and bags being zipped open and closed.
Her quiet grunts of struggle as she puts her shoes on.
"Okay, I'm ready." Gwyneth stood up.
Walking along the streets of Paris made you feel like you were the lead of a movie.
The smell of fresh baked goods filled your senses.
The familiar shade of blue, white, and red plastered in every city.
You opened the door for Gwyneth, a bakery that had just opened past 9am.
"What do you want?" You asked, "I'm ordering for us."
She glanced at you before looking up at the menu.
"Chocolate crossiant," She answers, stuffing her hands in her pocket.
You merely nodded, having already decided what you were getting.
What she didn't expect was for you to speak fluently in French.
You then paid for and got the meal.
The two of you sat down and relatively ate in silence.
Chocolate dripped down Gwyneth's chin.
She remains unaware, to some strange reason.
Carefully, you pick up a napkin and wipe it off for her.
"Thanks," She looked at you.
Having already finished your meal, you stood up.
"Walk with me?" You held your hand out.
Gwyneth didn't need to be told twice.
She took your hands in hers, the grip steady and firm.
The two of you made your way down the street.
Stretching into a quarter mile walk.
As you walked forward, the tower came into view.
No photo or video could even describe the feeling of what it's like to see it in person.
It was tall, obviously.
Almost overwhelming.
"Whoa," You whispered.
Gwyneth's jaw dropped. "It's beautiful."
You looked over at her. "It is."
"You better not be staring at me, you're far too romantic for that." She nudged you.
You chuckled and looked away.
"Wanna go up there?" You asked.
Gwyneth's smile grew wide. "Can we?"
You nodded and held your hand out.
She took it and you walked towards the tower.
To say it was a lot of stairs would be an understatement.
"Are we almost up there?" Gwyneth panted.
You shook your head, "Nope."
The clock winded down for less than ten minutes and you two were up at the top.
The view from up here looked even more incredible.
You felt a hand on the center of your back.
Didn't even need a guess to know who it was.
"This was fun trip, you know." Gwyneth murmurs.
You nod in agreement, "Paris is nice."
"Yeah, I have no idea you spoke french." She nudged you.
You turn your head away, suddenly turning shy.
You muttered. "Only took some lessons to learn the basics."
"Better than I could have done," Gwyneth shrugged.
You turned your head back towards her.
She's wearing a soft smile on your face that you'd grew to adore.
"I'm really glad I'm here with you," Gwyneth says, earnest.
If words could just hold you, you'd be feeling warmth all over.
"My partner in crime," You squeezed her arm.
As you look beyond the horizon, the sun sets from a cream orange into navy blue.
And the reminder still fresh in your mind, that you aren't in this life alone.
You'll always have Gwyneth by your side, with every step.
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summary ! you clean up john's hand after he beats up your ex
warnings ! mild wound descriptions, fluff.
wc ! 1k
author's note ! off campus as my comeback hell yeah !!
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In the six months you'd known John Logan, you'd known him to be rational. His anger was taken out on the ice, his head stayed cool, and his fists stayed by his side. That's the type of man John Logan was. He didn't punch first and ask questions later.
So why then, did Tucker call you at ten at night to tell you that Logan had his fists in your ex's face?
You weren't sure. All you knew was that you needed to figure it out. Set it straight. Understand why Logan lost his cool so hard.
He'd never done that before, and something in you was worried.
So, you put shoes on and headed out the door, not even bothering to change out of your pjs as you got in the car and headed to the hockey house. The ride there was deafeningly silent. No music, no mumbling or humming or anything from you. Just the rumble of your car and the worry in your brain.
When you pulled up, you paused for a second, breath hitching. You weren't entirely sure what you were doing here. In reality, what could you do to help? But...you had to be there. You had to be.
If Logan was pissed off over your ex, you felt responsible.
So you got out of the car and headed up to the house in your slides and pjs, not bothering to knock as you opened the door. Tucker and Dean were in the living room, and Dean pointed upstairs wordlessly.
You didn't give him a second glance as you headed upstairs and to Logan's room. No knocking, no waiting, you just barged in, closing the door behind you. Logan was sitting on his bed, leg bouncing and knuckles busted open.
You swallowed. "What happened?" you asked, your voice suddenly quiet.
It was like he hadn't even realized you were there, not until now. His eyes shot up to you, a mix of confusion and anger still lingering, but there was something else too. Something...different. His jaw worked, his lips pressing together.
Then, he shook his head. "Nothing," he replied. Like it wasn't a big deal. Like this entire thing didn't happen.
You scoffed. "Nothing? Logan, look at your knuckles."
Logan looked down, his eyes glancing over his bloody knuckles, and he inhaled shakily, like he was seeing them for the first time. He brought a hand up, running it over his face. "It's fine. Don't worry about it."
"Don't worry about it?" You sounded offended. You were offended. How could he tell you that? You huffed, turning around and leaving his room. You went to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, getting it wet with warm water and then adding some soap.
You walked back into Logan's room, and his eyes shot up again, surprise in them like he didn't expect you to come back. You walked over to me, dropping to your knees down in front of him and grabbing his hand gently.
"You don't have to—"
"Shut up," you mumbled, dabbing the rugged skin lightly. Logan hissed, hand tightening in yours, and you let him. Silence encompassed the room for a few seconds as you cleaned his knuckles, but curiosity got the best of you. "Why'd you do it?"
Your eyes met his. He swallowed. "He pissed me off."
You shook your head. "It's more than that. It has to be. You don't just beat up people because they piss you off, John."
The use of his first name seemed to get him. You only called him that when it was serious, and this was serious. You had to understand what was so special about your ex that he threw fists.
He sighed, throat bobbing as he swallowed once more. "He deserved it," he deflected again.
You weren't having it. "That's not what I asked."
He inhaled through his nose, squeezing your hand slightly tighter as you hit a sensitive spot with the washcloth. "He called you a slut," he grumbled out through gritted teeth.
You paused, eyes flickering up to his. You let out a shaky breath. You knew your ex had been saying shit about you, but it didn't make it affect you any less hearing it come from Logan. He scoffed softly, shaking your head. "So you beat his ass for that?"
"Of course I beat his ass for that, angel. Why the hell wouldn't I?"
Angel.
He only called you that on rare occasions. When he was really drunk or when it was really late and you were sleeping over. So to hear it now, in this moment? It struck your chest and made your stomach erupt with butterflies.
"It wasn't worth it," you mumbled, finishing up his knuckles. "It's just words."
You stood up, tossing the washcloth in his dirty hamper. "It's not just words, and it was worth it. It was worth it to me." He stood up then, hovering over you, his body inches from yours. "No one gets to talk about you like that."
You swallowed, shaking your head. "Why is it such a big deal to you?"
He tilted his head, eyes searching yours like the question was ridiculous to even ask. "Are you kidding me?" You shook your head, eyebrows furrowed. "Angel..." His hands came down to your hips, gripping gently and pulling you closer.
Your breath hitched. "Everything about you is a big deal to me," he whispered, a small smile on his face.
You smiled slightly, confusedly, trying to come to terms with what you knew he was saying. "I don't-" You paused. "I mean...you- you still shouldn't have hit him."
He chuckled, breathlessly and softly, like this was all funny. "Yeah, I should've." He leaned in, kissing you softly. Your breath was taken away, his lips soft and sure against yours. It took you a few seconds, but you caught up.
Your hands went to his hair and he pulled you even closer, the kiss deepening as he did so. The kiss lasted as long as it could before you both had to pull back, and you were smiling so hard it almost hurt. You'd never been kissed like that before.
You chuckled, shaking your head. "You are..." You sighed, leaning in and resting your forehead against his. "Something else, John Logan."
He laughed, hand caressing your hair. You hadn't expected this to ever happen, let alone like this, but it felt right. Messy and a little quick to process, but right. Like the pieces were finally put together.
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Summary: Falling back into the habit of Sidney Crosby, his new love seems to be working... is it? Many unsaid questions still need answers but only time can tell if he'll reveal them.
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A/N: I ran a poll for this however I'm completely ignoring the results of it and I'm writing this. An early birthday present for crosby. It does get suggestive in some parts, no full on smut but it's definitely implied.
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Three months have passed since you first saw him last, in Pittsburgh at least.
Beyond that, he practically lives in your sheets.
Leaving stolen kisses on every inch of your skin.
His smile you can sense just about anywhere.
With you wanting more everytime.
Now, you sit in the living room.
A pen in your hand.
Your song writing journal in the other.
And barely written lyrics.
"Haven't seen you in ten years,"
"New love and it's almost working,"
From one song.
On the next page has a draft of what you're gonna call 'Greenlight,"
The song highlighting your doubts as you navigate this new relationship.
Maybe these songs will be on some other album.
Not your next one.
No.... your next album was gonna be more upbeat.
No more sad girl bit.
Well maybe a little bit sad.
But mainly songs about you.
And how badass you are.
You couldn't help but chuckle to yourself.
And think back to the conversation you had with your producer.
Something about living now and thinking later.
As you twirled the pen in your hand.
You think about how good of a concept that is.
When you agreed to try again with Sidney.
It was almost out of desperation.
You were alone, and it was reckless.
Considering how he broke your heart and left you to pick up the pieces.
And while you hoped he'd change(and he's proving you right).
You weren't thinking about the consequences or any regrets then.
Sorta just left that for future you.
Future you, who is having the best sex of their life right now.
The happiest you've ever been.
You flipped to a new page of your notebook.
Writing down the words, 'THINK LATER'
A small smile made its way onto your face.
This was it.
The name of your next album.
And funnily enough, you have the perfect way to start it.
Another page lies an untitled song.
One that is kinda about Sidney.
But mainly about how cool you are.
'I keep to myself, baby please believe me'
You raised an eyebrow at the lyric.
And Sidney, who suddenly appeared behind you.
"You gotta change that line," He pecks your cheek.
He sits down on the couch beside you, instantly moving closer to you.
Stuck in a daily routine that is you.
"I'm working on it," You mumbled.
Sidney nods, "It'll turn out good either way,"
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Your smile, practiced and forced as ever.
His hand on your back made you tense.
You hadn't mean to even come to this game.
And now, here you are.
Smiling next to him as if the two of you are just fine.
Like you didn't just get into an argument before it.
You walked out on him in the restaurant.
Frustrated at everything, mainly yourself.
Sidney had reached to grab your arm but you didn't let him.
Truth to be told, he looked like a fool.
A sad idiotic fool.
And now, he too puts on a fake smile for the camera.
The silence treatment was unbearable.
Anyone knew that.
Sidney had called you a mess.
He wasn't wrong but it still hurt to hear.
As he drives in his car back to his place.
You swore you'd never be at again.
The tension could be cut in evenly slices with a knife if possible.
"You know I didn't mean it, right?" He glances over at you, keeping his focus on the road.
Looking out the window, you stayed quiet.
"You expect me to believe that?" You scoffed.
Sidney didn't answer, his jaw clenching with tension was enough of one.
"You're right, I am a mess." You adjusted your jacket, "I'm just ruining your image and mine before I can even release another album."
"I shouldn't have said it, regardless of if it's true or not and I'm sorry." He shook his head immediately.
You could feel the genuine remorse in his voice.
"I should hate you," Your eyes rake over his form.
"And do you?" Sidney asks.
Parking the car, the lights going out.
His head turned in your direction, awaiting your answer.
"Still debating it," You tell him.
That made his lips quirk up slightly.
"I'll make it up to you," Sidney got out of the car.
Quickly running over to your side and opening the door.
You exited the car with a huff.
"Make up sex?" You ask him.
"Do you want makeup sex?" He guides you to his apartment building.
You watched as Sidney walked up the stairs.
His hand never leaving your back.
Once the two of you were inside, you just couldn't help it anymore.
You grabbed him by his tie and smashed your lips onto his.
Sidney immediately reciprocated, his hands landing on your waist.
You pulled away, "That answer your question?"
He chases your lips, "It does. I'll make it up to you all night, I promise."
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It's been two weeks since you 'reconciled' after that argument with Sidney.
Two weeks since you last talked to him truthfully.
Just throwing yourself into your upcoming album.
While he was busy playing hockey.
You were out at the club.
Being in Boston was a thrill.
You dressed up nice.
And went out with some of your friends.
Wanting to celebrate Megan(thee stallion).
Then... he arrived.
As if he was summoned by your sex fantasies.
Sidney looked good, especially in black.
And when his eyes found yours.
He had the nerve to tilt his head, seemingly assessing you.
The penguins had just beat the Bruins in Overtime, the captain with the winning goal.
Geno had thought they should go to a bar and celebrate themselves.
"We sit over there," Geno looked over at Sidney, who didn't take his eyes off of you. "Or we sit there."
"Go back to the hotel, Geno." Sidney told him.
Geno raised his eyebrow, "We just got here-"
Sidney didn't need to say anymore.
His desire, alone was enough of a warning.
And Geno was not trying to witness that.
Off he and several other confused teammates went.
Megan glanced over at you. "Is that-"
"It's him," You confirm.
She smirked, patting down her black hair. "Don't have too much fun tonight, we gotta record that song tomorrow."
You chuckled, "I know but I can't make any promises, not when it comes to him."
Megan hugged you tight before walking away.
Sending Sidney a wink as she does.
He sits down next to you.
"I saw your goal, in overtime." You whispered in his ear.
"Was it good?" Sidney couldn't help but ask.
You barely had time to answer the question when his hand claimed its place on your thigh.
Dangerously close to where you needed him most.
"Really good," You nod, your pride evident.
He turned his head to get an even better look at you.
Wearing a lazy grin and your head resting on the palm of your hand.
Your drink discarded and untouched.
The look in your eyes driving him wild.
"Still impressed by me after all these years," He chuckles.
Sidney, then brushed his hand across your cheek.
You'd knew if you asked him, he'd just lie and claim you had something on your face.
One of the many excuses he'll use just to touch you.
You caressed his wrist before he could pull away completely.
Sidney raised an eyebrow, curious about your intentions.
You leaned over and kissed him.
What started off as soft, turned into a kiss of need.
Sidney broke the kiss to leave a trail of kisses alongside your neck.
Your hand finds the nape of his neck, causing him to shiver.
You could feel him groan against your neck.
It was only then that you two finally left the bar.
Not wanting to give these onlookers a show.
You quickly found yourself under him found in some hotel room.
Can we get a blurb on Fraser’s reaction to a hot laps with f1!reader? Like maybe he’s used to being the one who drives when they are together so he’s a bit nervous but he tries his hardest to not make it noticeable. Reader can clearly tell that he’s flustered at how fast they are going and tires to comfort him either mid lap or after they are done and Fraser is just out of it 😭 Idk if any of this makes sense cuz this came to me in a dream but ik you’ll do it justice T•T -🫧
behind the wheel
pairing: fraser minten x f1 driver!reader
summary: putting his full trust in you when you're driving around four times faster than he's used to
warnings: fluff
wc: 566
aside from the fact that you're one of the world's greatest racing drivers, fraser's usually the one behind the wheel whenever the two of you are together, and go anywhere. he likes driving -- being in control, having something to do with his hands, and having you sitting next to him.
the nerves don't show until he's sat in the passenger seat with a helmet on, sitting beside you in the amg for a hot lap with nowhere else to go now, no control of the car, and nothing to do except to trust you.
"you okay?" you ask, noticing how he's already adjusted his seatbelt for the third time, and is fiddling with the tips of his fingers.
he gives you a smile, and a small "yeah," trying to mask the anxious feelings beneath. fraser trusts you fully with his life, and loves watching you race, but actually being in the car has him thinking of any potential problems that could occur.
you give his arm a small squeeze before leaving the pit lane, and the small amount of confidence he managed to have suddenly disappears with the new force of acceleration.
he can feel his head being thrown back against the headrest, his neck unaccustomed to the amount of force. what was once the grandstands and scenery beside the track, blurs into streaks that he can barely make out. he's only able to catch his breath for a short period during the braking zones before being pressed back again. he knows you're in complete control of the car. he knows you're one of the best in the world at this, but his body isn't able to catch up with what his mind already knows.
curing the lap, you throw a short glance at him, taking note of how quiet he's gotten and how his fists are curled up. and for the rest of the lap, you don't go as fast as you could have, but still fast enough to give him the experience.
when you finally pull back into the pit lane, driving at a relatively "normal" speed, fraser's finally able to let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding in, but still unable to move from his seat until the car is fully stopped.
"you okay there?" you say softly.
he lets out a small laugh, still looking a bit frazzled and trying to get used to not moving so fast again.
"i knew you drove at really fast speeds," his voice quiet.
the both of you start unbuckling and taking off your helmets.
"but i don't think i really understood just how fast you were going until now," he admits with more confidence.
he steps out of the car after following your lead, still looking faintly unsteady, but he stares at you with complete admiration for what you do half of the year.
you reach up and fix a piece of his hair that got messed with from the helmet.
"you did great for your first time sitting next to me when i'm behind the wheel."
"but all i did was sit there."
"no, you sat there and trusted me."
his smile softens at the comment, and he slips his hand into yours as you walk back to your garage.
"are you still driving to dinner after this?"
"yeah," he says. "but don't expect me to drive as fast as you."
a/n: i actually love this idea sm #jesustakethewheel
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Hello everyone! We're officially in August which means the last month of the summer fic fest series. I'd normally show you all what to expect this week but I will be going on hiatus so I will be doing a preview for the month instead. I will be on my wattpad though, a main reason I'm taking this break is to work on some fics over there and ofc with school starting back up.
All of these fics are scheduled, don't expect any new fics from me in the upcoming months. I do have other stuff in my queue so you will be seeing those for a bit until I pause them when this series is over. An asterisk * means it'll be posted as a blurb on my sideblog. Happy reading everyone!
Tuesday, August 5th at 10am EST.
Bad Habits, Sidney Crosby
Falling back into the habit of Sidney Crosby, his new love seems to be working... is it? Many unsaid questions still need answers but only time can tell if he'll reveal them. (Series)
August 7th at 10am EST
World Tour, Gwyneth Philips
You and Gwyneth travel to France, one of the many stops on your summer travels.
The Next Two Weeks
August 10th at 10am EST.
Smitten, Clark Kent*
Clark checks in on you after you missed dinner. (counselor!Clark + counselor!reader)
August 14th at 10am EST
Wild Ride, Lukas Reichel
With the off season coming to an end, Lukas takes you to an amusement park as a farewell.
August 17th at 10am EST
Festival, Mel King*
You take Mel to a festival and have loads of fun.
August 21st at 10am EST
Ride The Wave, Cole Rodrigo(OC)
At the beach, you meet a surfboarder with a wicked grin to match his natural charm.
