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She is me, I am her

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Can you imagine giving the *hawk tuah* to Tyler while on a solo chase as a tornado barrels down on you two?

Nah? Just me? Otay.

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Glen Powell as Tyler Owens TWISTERS 2024 — dir. Lee Isaac Chung

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Sorry for being a bit MIA lately. Been going through a separation with a guy I've been with for 10 years. It's been a whirlwind of a time and I'm trying to wrap my brain around everything. I do have some ideas up my sleeve, but it may take some time before I get back into the swing of writing. I hope everyone is doing well and thank you for the love on my posts!

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Me too...me too.

a man after my own heart

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Breathe

I could feel it the moment you saw her. I could see the change in expression, your eyes trailing her movement as she walked by. The second she turned and winked at you, I knew you would be a goner.

It hurt when you told me that you’d be right back, that you were going to use the the restroom - or whatever excuse, I honestly don’t remember. I knew it was a lie when I saw you shove that napkin in your pocket, obviously a phone number was written down.

I see your face in my mind as I drive away, ‘cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way People are people, and sometimes we change our minds. But it’s killing me to see you go after all this time.

Our relationship started to change when we went from hanging out a few times a week, although on the phone every day, to only getting to see you once a week and maybe talk on the phone twice a week. Our vibe was different. As time went on, we started to talk less, laugh less. Everything went through one ear and out the other and your eyes were glued to your phone.

I vowed that last night when you promised to meet me for ice cream and you didn’t show, that I would stop pining for a man that would never be mine. I knew I should’ve said something when I had the chance but I couldn’t. I was scared. We haven’t seen each other since. No text messages.

It’s two am, feelin’ like I just lost a friend. Hope you know this Ain’t easy, easy for me.

When Colby messaged me today to invite me over for a small get together at the new house, I originally told him no. I was sick, I had so much to do, every excuse I could think of. Colby and I were close, but not as close as Sam and I. But he knew how things were going and promised that he would be by my side the whole night, said he missed me too. It took a lot of convincing, but I did eventually give in to him. Little fucker.

Have you ever been around people were once close, but now felt unwelcome? It was awkward and I immediately wanted to leave. Colby stood by the door and slipped his hand around my arm and guided us to the kitchen.

“He’s hanging out near the game room which is down that hallway. I think he’ll be occupied for a while. Let’s get some alcohol in our system and have fun, alright?” He asked, looking up at me through his lashes, a smile playing on his lips. I rolled my eyes before accepting the drink he held. The clear liquid burned as it went down, but it was better than what I was feeling in my mind. After a few more shots, Colby was whisked away by a few of our friends and I was left standing there at the kitchen island. A roar of laughter broke my thoughts and my eyes immediately landed on the cause. Sam with his arm draped around his girlfriend’s shoulders and a few others were making their way towards the kitchen.

Panic began to set in, it was hard to breathe, as I quickly looked for an exit, but his voice said my name and I ran for it. A group of people were blocking the patio door as I shoved through, receiving a few dirty looks. I didn’t care. I needed away. I couldn’t handle seeing him. Not yet.

I followed the concrete path to the pool where very few people lurked. I sat down on the and dipped my feet in.

Sam and I met this way. We were both invited to a party of a mutual friend and the house was small and cramped, shoulder to shoulder. He was there first with a drink in his hand, shoes and jeans unrolled in the pool. I called him a goof and he complained his feet weighed a ton. His cheeks were crimson as I pulled his legs up and he fell onto his back laughing. He said I had a pretty laugh. The next morning I got a text message from him. Our friend gave him my number.

A pair of legs appeared in my peripheral and the sound of shoes clunking onto the concrete broke me from my thoughts. His scent invade my senses and my eyes burned with the threat of tears. His arm slowly snaked around my shoulders as he pulled me to his shoulder. His breath was shakey, “I miss you too, ya know.” He whispered softly.

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Colby: I want to spice things up...

Y/N: Ya know I'm allergic to peppers!

Colby: I meant in the bedroom.

Y/N: It doesn't matter where I eat it, I'm still going to be allergic and get sick and-and-

Colby: *Face palms*

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Oh hey...

I apologize for ghosting again. My bad. Some things have come up that has required my attention, but I do have some ideas up my sleeve! It's the matter of being able to sit down and write. I appreciate all the love on my writing! Much Love, Cait

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Could you imagine you dashing home during your short lunch break because you forgot to bring a lunch and Sam is waiting for you at the door, a lunch bag in hand?

He greets you with a puppy dog smile.

Sam: I figured you forgot to pack a lunch this morning when you were running around. I hope this is alright.

He packed a sandwich, your favorite fruit, a small salad, and a few pieces of chocolate. On top of the Tupperware is a sticky note simply saying, "Have a good day. I love you."

You have no words, but you wrap your arms tightly around him and press numerous pecks on his lips and face.

As you check your watch you realize that you'll be late if you don't leave ASAP, so you quickly say your goodbyes. When you look at your rearview mirror, you see Sam with a big ol' grin waving at you.

*** It's honestly the little things guys that make things *chefs kiss* ***

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Could you imagine Colby being drunk and maybe a little too much for Sam to handle? Sam would call you while they're all at the club.

Sam: Y/N! I could use some assistance with your man.

Y/N: What did he do now?

Sam: We've had a few too many, and I'm not sober enough to babysit.

You arrive at the club some time later and can't hold back your laughter as you see your man dancing crazily with a cheeky smile.

His face lights up when he notices you there.

Colby: Heeyy babe! *As he swings his arm around your shoulders. *

He starts peppering your face with kisses.

Y/N: Okay, okay pretty boy. Let's get you home and straight to bed.

Colby leans into you and rests his head against your head. His arms squeezing you tight.

Colby: As long as it's with you, I'll go anywhere.

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Close friends lined the back of the Tiki bar. Whispered chatter filled the air as people filed into the room. The atmosphere was heavy and it made Y/N weak and unsteady. As she braced herself against the bar top, she kept her gaze on Rafe. The look she received confirmed that he too was close to crumbling. The grief was unbearable.

Once people stopped walking in, Rafe moved behind the bar and grabbed bottles. He passed a few to Y/N, “Can you take the right side?” 

“Yes, sir.” she said, uncapping the bottles and began making her rounds filling shot glasses of those present. Everyone had a glass, a few even surprised her as they were not much for drinking. It was for Danny though, everyone would make an exception for him. Even Evelyn took a shot. 

You felt bad for her. She had just lost her love. Her unborn child’s father. When she was with Rafe she thought losing him was bad, when he had been shot down at sea and told he died. She had Danny to help her through. But now he is gone, and you and Rafe remain.

Rafe cleared his throat and the room fell silent. He held out his shot and took a deep breath, “Danny was a good man. More than a good man. He was a brother, a best friend…a man one could count on for almost anything - ” He had to pause a tear fell. His gaze lifted up to you, begging for you to stand near.

You slipped your way through the crowd to stand beside him, his arm sliding over your shoulders. You lean into him, rubbing his back in hopes to console him, even if it’s just a fraction.

Rafe looks back up at the crowd, although silent, there was not one dry eye in the room. “I can’t say much more otherwise I’ll turn into a big ol’ baby.” he chuckles. “But Danny Walker…the pilot romantic and the unfortunate. May he continue to fly high in the sky. He’s in a better place up there, but he sure left a hole down here. To Danny!” he cheered, raising his shot up high before slamming it back.

“To Danny!” echoed the room.

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…and then I kissed him

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I'm conflicted. I've recently gotten back into my Josh Hartnett / Pearl Harbor phase again. Is there still a following for this? I know there's more attention to his more recent projects. Is there anyone that currently writes any fics/imagines for him?

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Howdy!

Sorry for being a little MIA lately. Family + school life has a been a tad hectic. I have a few more ideas up my sleeve and I'm hoping to start rolling them out soon. If you have any requests, I'd be happy to oblige.

Peace out girlscout! <3

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Colby and Sam are sitting on the couch talking.

Colby: I always see comments of people calling me "daddy". And I'm-I'm like no. I have no kids.

Y/N walks by and winks: Hey daddy

Colby: Hey babygirl!

*Sam stunned. Crickets chirp*

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Breathe

I could feel it the moment you saw her. I could see the change in expression, your eyes trailing her movement as she walked by. The second she turned and winked at you, I knew you would be a goner.

It hurt when you told me that you’d be right back, that you were going to use the the restroom - or whatever excuse, I honestly don’t remember. I knew it was a lie when I saw you shove that napkin in your pocket, obviously a phone number was written down.

I see your face in my mind as I drive away, ‘cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way People are people, and sometimes we change our minds. But it’s killing me to see you go after all this time.

Our relationship started to change when we went from hanging out a few times a week, although on the phone every day, to only getting to see you once a week and maybe talk on the phone twice a week. Our vibe was different. As time went on, we started to talk less, laugh less. Everything went through one ear and out the other and your eyes were glued to your phone.

I vowed that last night when you promised to meet me for ice cream and you didn’t show, that I would stop pining for a man that would never be mine. I knew I should’ve said something when I had the chance but I couldn’t. I was scared. We haven’t seen each other since. No text messages.

It’s two am, feelin’ like I just lost a friend. Hope you know this Ain’t easy, easy for me.

When Colby messaged me today to invite me over for a small get together at the new house, I originally told him no. I was sick, I had so much to do, every excuse I could think of. Colby and I were close, but not as close as Sam and I. But he knew how things were going and promised that he would be by my side the whole night, said he missed me too. It took a lot of convincing, but I did eventually give in to him. Little fucker.

Have you ever been around people were once close, but now felt unwelcome? It was awkward and I immediately wanted to leave. Colby stood by the door and slipped his hand around my arm and guided us to the kitchen.

“He’s hanging out near the game room which is down that hallway. I think he’ll be occupied for a while. Let’s get some alcohol in our system and have fun, alright?” He asked, looking up at me through his lashes, a smile playing on his lips. I rolled my eyes before accepting the drink he held. The clear liquid burned as it went down, but it was better than what I was feeling in my mind. After a few more shots, Colby was whisked away by a few of our friends and I was left standing there at the kitchen island. A roar of laughter broke my thoughts and my eyes immediately landed on the cause. Sam with his arm draped around his girlfriend’s shoulders and a few others were making their way towards the kitchen.

Panic began to set in, it was hard to breathe, as I quickly looked for an exit, but his voice said my name and I ran for it. A group of people were blocking the patio door as I shoved through, receiving a few dirty looks. I didn’t care. I needed away. I couldn’t handle seeing him. Not yet.

I followed the concrete path to the pool where very few people lurked. I sat down on the and dipped my feet in.

Sam and I met this way. We were both invited to a party of a mutual friend and the house was small and cramped, shoulder to shoulder. He was there first with a drink in his hand, shoes and jeans unrolled in the pool. I called him a goof and he complained his feet weighed a ton. His cheeks were crimson as I pulled his legs up and he fell onto his back laughing. He said I had a pretty laugh. The next morning I got a text message from him. Our friend gave him my number.

A pair of legs appeared in my peripheral and the sound of shoes clunking onto the concrete broke me from my thoughts. His scent invade my senses and my eyes burned with the threat of tears. His arm slowly snaked around my shoulders as he pulled me to his shoulder. His breath was shakey, “I miss you too, ya know.” He whispered softly.

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if I don’t ever meet a cowboy who calls me darlin’ and tenderly puts his hat on my head and offers a respectful hand to help me onto his horse then what the fuck even is the point of it all