#I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP but i had the hardest time picking out music to fall asleep to and ig im not done lmao

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Twenty Three - She-Devil

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Warnings: light smut, oral (fem!receiving)

Just as he said he would, Daniel took care of everything. He got Milo moved to the same school as Olivia and took him out for any extra supplies he might have needed.

Ever since he promised to take care of everything, Milo and his Momma had stayed at his house. It stirred something inside of Daniel, a need to have them there permanently. It certainly would be easier than her stopping off at their house to feed the cat when she took Milo to and from school

(For those of you worried about the cat, don't be. She was able to roam the house ad much as she liked. She could sleep anywhere, was jumping on the kitchen table (were she wasn't allowed) and, every time she was hungry, she had someone come and fill her bowl up).

On Milo's first day at the school, they drove them in together. She sat in the passenger seat, Daniels hand resting on her thigh as he drover the four of them to the school. It was his music playing through the speakers for the duration of the drive.

"How you feeling, Milo?" She asked as she looked in the rear view mirror.

Milo shrugged and she couldn't help but sigh. At least this time he'd have Olivia there with him.

Leaving Milo at the school gates was maybe one of the hardest things she ever had to do. She kissed his head as she said goodbye, fussing over him until Daniel gently pulled her away.

"He's gonna be fine," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Daniel drove her to work after that. Even if she hadn't expressed it, he knew just how nervous she was to go to work while Milo was at school. She was just expecting a phone call, a member of staff calling her to pick him up because he felt sick.

But she made it through the day without getting a phone call. There was a small part of her that was worried the school had called Daniel, taking Milo home without her knowledge.

Daniel picked her up from work. "I think we should get them McDonalds when we pick them up," said Daniel as she climbed into the passenger seat.

A grin split across her face. "You mean Milo stayed for the entire day?" She asked him.

Daniel nodded. "I didn't hear anything from the school."

They got the kids McDonalds before heading home (stopping to feed the cat on the way). As much as Daniel wanted to ask her to move in, he bit his tongue. He could wait just a little bit longer.

For the next week, Daniel took the kids to school while she took herself to work. When Daniel wasn't busy, he brought her some lunch, spending as much time with her as he could before his next Grand Prix.

A benefit of Daniels big house was the distance between the rooms. There was no way the kids could hear what was going on in their bedroom.

Daniel had her on the edge of the bed, on his knees in front of her with his face buried in her cunt. He had become an expert at using his tongue to bring wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her, until her body was convulsing and she was pushing him away with oversensitivity.

When she came so hard that her legs shook, Daniel crawled up her body and kissed her. He kissed down her neck and held her close until she was ready for him.

Sometimes it was a night long affair. Sometimes she lasted just three rounds, out of breath as Daniel ran the bath or started the shower for the two of them.

When Daniel went off to the Grand Prix on the Wednesday, Olivia went to stay with her mother. She didn't want to go, crossing her arms and pouting with furrowed brows as Daniel pulled up outside of her mothers house.

He'd given Y/N a key to the house, told her that she could stay while he was gone. She wanted to, she really kid, found comfort in the space that was his. But she couldn't didn't feel right about it. They weren't at that stage in their relationship.

So, she and Milo stayed in their house for the first time in a month.

Without Daniel there, she took Milo to school. She hadn't taken him to school since his first day, and she couldn't deny she was excited to again. Milo told his momma all about what he expected from the day ahead as she drove him.

"Danny normally stays in the car while Olivia and I get out," he said as his mother pulled into the car park.

"Oh?" His mother said as she pulled into a space. "Why, Milo?" She asked and killed the engine.

"Because we're cool," he answered and picked up his bag. He took a minute to look around the car park, spotted Olivia and climbed out of the car.

She had to sit and watch as he made his way over to his best friend. Her little munchkin was growing up. Olivia spotted her in the car and waved before she and Milo headed into the school. He finally looked happy.

But Olivia wasn't the only one that spotted her. She didn't see as Olivia's mother climbed out of her car and strode across the car park, fury written on her face. She muttered something under her breath and approached the car.

Part of Olivia's mother wanted to pull open the car door and yank Y/N out by her hair. But, instead, she knocked on the window.

Y/N rolled down the window, wearing as polite a smile as she could muster as she looked at Olivia's mother. "Hi, Kerry-Ann," she said to her, always remaining polite.

Kerry-Ann gave her as polite a smile as she began speaking. "I'm surprised to see you and your son here," she said and checked her sharp, talon-like nails. "I didn't think you'd be able to afford to send him somewhere like this."

She should have known this was coming. She looked down at her lap and back at Kerry-Ann. "Yeah, well, only the best for my son."

"Danny is paying for this, isn't he?" She asked suddenly. "He's paying for everything and you're just using him." Her tone was harsh, accusing, but she didn't bite. "You're fucking him for his money, aren't you?"

Y/N let out a dry laugh. "Come on now, Kerry-Ann. I'm not you."

"He doesn't love you!" She suddenly shouted. "He won't love you and he'll always put his career first. He did that to me and I'm the mother of his child."

Y/N sucked in a breath. Finally, she turned towards Kerry-Ann. "Get your hand off of my car, move away from my car and piss off," she said her voice low.

Surprisingly, Kerry-Ann did exactly as she said. She stepped away from the car, allowing Y/N to pull out of the parking space. "WHORE!" Kerry-Ann shouted at the top of her lungs.

Y/N drove away from the school. Her heart was beating so incredibly fast as she made her way to work. Even when she got to work, she couldn't concentrate, oh so angered by her interaction with Kerry-Ann.

Kerry-Ann hadn't said much to her. But the little things she had said had really gotten to her, riled her up to the point where she could barely work. Her co-workers noticed, but they didn't say anything, looking between each other as she completed far less work than she was supposed to.

Kerry-Ann was a bitch and she knew it. But she couldn't stop the doubt from creeping into her mind.

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long but we're nearly done with this series (maybe four or five more chapters to go). I'm considering eventually doing a series of one shots about their future, raising the kids, them as teenagers and things like that

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Right Where You Left Me

a/n: I was going to wait to post this but I had written a lot more than I thought the last time I touched this. A little lengthy bc I’m a yapper but here's part two of Tolerate It. I'M SORRYYYYY 🥹

The flurries Abby had seen as she walked into work this morning quickly turned into actual snowfall. Twelve hours later, everything around her is covered in a thick blanket of white snow. Traffic had been worse than usual, making her already shitty commute twice as long. A breath she hadn't realized she was holding leaves her when she finally pulls up to the curb in front of her home. She's safe. Forcing her frozen fingers to uncurl from the death grip she had on the steering wheel, she parks the car, cursing when she feels it slide just a little. She was due for a tropical vacation soon. 

Despite her disdain for the snow, Abby can admit the quaint neighborhood looks beautiful. Thousands of multicolored lights adorn the houses and yards around her. Laughter from the kids having a snowball fight across the street fills the night air. Their giggles make Abby's heart feel a little lighter. A couple of her neighbors have their curtains drawn, displaying their immaculately decorated trees. It reminds her of those cheesy hallmark movies she secretly loves watching. 

Abby cringes when she realizes her house is the only dark one on the street. In her mind she can see the purple Post-It still stuck to the fridge reminding her to pull the outdoor decor down from the attic and actually decorate. The red plastic tubs have been sitting at the top of the steps for weeks. She trips over them constantly, telling herself she'll get to them tomorrow, but it seems there were just never enough hours in the day. Eighty hour work weeks left little room for anything else- not that she had much going on. If she wasn't at the gym, or catching up on some much needed sleep, she was at the hospital. 

Her head hits the steering wheel in defeat when she taps the screen on her phone and catches sight of the date. It's the twentieth of December.  

"Too late to do anything about it now." She mumbles to herself. Her palms dig into her tired eyes. Today was truly the day from hell.

But the universe doesn't seem to be quite done with her just yet. Over the hum of her ac blowing she hears a familiar tune. Her head snaps to the radio in recognition. Her usual radio station has switched over to playing nothing but Christmas music for the night. It's your favorite song. Shit. Her shaky index finger blindly reaches for the button to kill the engine before throwing the door open, jacket forgotten in the passenger seat. 

She shivers as she speed walks to her front door trying her hardest not to slip on the icy sidewalk. The straps of her work bags dig painfully into her right shoulder when she bends down to collect the multiple packages that had accumulated on her porch. After days of ignoring them, they were starting to block the doorway. But hey, at least this year she had gotten ahead on Christmas shopping. 

These days it was all about the small wins. —

Abby drops the mattress she dragged out of the guest room in front of the fireplace with soft grunt. She hasn't done this in years, but she needs it today. This had been one of your favorite ways to unwind after a long week. Always there waiting for her with a big smile and her favorite snacks, a movie waiting to be played on the tv. In the later months of the year, around the holidays, Abby could always count on finding a pair of pajamas for her that matched yours laid out on your shared bed. She had always thought it was kind of silly when you had a perfectly good bed and tv upstairs. Now, she could only dream of coming home after a long day to a warm house and you bundled up in blankets waiting up for her.

It's quiet as she stares out the window watching snow fall. Her head is fuzzy from the wine and she knows she's going to regret it tomorrow. The movie she randomly picked half an hour ago is now muted. She can hear the distant buzzing of her personal phone from somewhere in the kitchen, but she can't be bothered. Calls from her family trying to confirm next weeks plans go ignored. Abby loves them, but the thought of being asked if she was ready to start dating again before trying to set her up with the friend of a friend for the fifth year in a row made her want to cancel her flight home. She can't stand the pity in their eyes every time they look at her.

Bleary eyes roam around the room, the sight of  the unlit, half-decorated tree in the corner and the lone stocking missing its pair hanging off the mantle make her chest hurt in a way it hadn't in a while. It may not look like it, but she had tried. Most of the Christmas stuff actually made it out of the attic this year. Which is more than she can say for last year, and the years before that.  She'd finally gotten the tree out and decorating had been going well, until she pulled out that ornament. 

The little house you had custom made to look like a tiny replica of the first place the two of you were sharing as a married couple. Abby remembers how excited you'd been, staying up waiting for her to come home from a late night so you could open it together. The look in your eyes as you traced over the details, the names stamped on the back. You made her hold it as you hooked it onto the tree, wanting to do it together.

Her fingers trace over the pink floral pattern on the sheets. You'd picked these out, excited to host her parents over the thanksgiving holiday for the fist time. Abby didn't have the heart to change them out. Minus your personal things, she didn't have the heart to make any changes to your original decor. You'd made the house a home. Some nights she swears she can catch a whiff of your favorite candle, or the lavender spray you'd douse the pillows with before going to bed. 

Abby gives up, shutting the tv off and settling into her pillow, ready for today to be over. She can't help but feel silly laying here in the dark by herself. Nights like this had been more fun with you around. Everything in her life had been more fun with you around. 

You made Abby's life magical, she just hadn't realized it until it was too late.  ---------------------------

Abby watches you push your food around your plate out of the corner of her eye. The scraping of the fork makes it hard to focus on the conversation happening in front of her. Would it kill you to at least try to look interested? Her hand lands on your upper thigh, squeezing lightly to get your attention. The two of you exchange subtle glares. 

It isn't until her colleagues retreat back to their own table that she finally looks at you. You're swirling the ice in your drink around with a straw. Your gaze fixed on the window, staring out at the busy street. She had thought a nice dinner at your favorite restaurant would soften you up a little, but with how little you've spoken all night and your plate still full, she's starting to worry. 

After an explosive fight the morning after she'd forgotten your wedding anniversary, you'd been distant. In all the years Abby had known you, she could count on one hand the amount of times you'd fought, and even then the two of you could never stay away for long. Communication was one of the things you prided yourself on the most, never wanting to go to bed angry at each other. But it's been three weeks and Abby realizes she's really fucked up. 

"Alright, what's going on with you?" 

"Oh, now you notice." You retort. Her eyebrows knit together, surprised at the thinly veiled anger in your voice. 

"You're so dramatic." She huffs. "What's that supposed to mean?" 

Your eyes shift to the side, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. She can practically see the gears turning in your head. You're holding your tongue. 

"Abigail, let's not do this right now." You beg. "Please."

"No. We're going to talk now." She speaks lowly, grateful for the little privacy the corner table provided. "Sitting in silence isn't going to make this go away. Stop being childish and tell me how to fix this." 

You looked her in the eye, no longer seeing the person you fell in love with. Knowing that if you stayed you'd end up losing yourself in someone who couldn't love you the way you deserved anymore. There was no way you could have the family you wanted with someone who constantly prioritized their work, making you feel like you were the distraction. 

Your lips part on a shaky exhale. You can't keep lying awake at night contemplating this. You have to do it now. From the corner of your eye you can see the couple at the table closest to you subtly lean towards you. 

Abby leans back in her seat waiting for you to speak up. Her arms folded across her chest. The way her leg bounces up and down gently shakes the table. Something about the dejected look in your eyes makes her panic inside. 

"I want a divorce."

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Department store wrapping stations were a small luxury Abby didn't mind spending the money on. She wasn't the best gift wrapper, often leaving rips or weird folds on anything that wasn't shaped like a box. 

She stands in line with all the other last minute shoppers, people watching when her eyes fall on the last person she thought she'd ever see again. Abby swears she must be dreaming. Her knees nearly buckle when she sees you standing there slowly making your way through a rack of baby clothes. A little boy no younger than two perched on your hip, his leg trying to sit comfortably against the small swell of your stomach. He's a carbon copy of his mother. Abby sees you wherever her eyes land on his face. 

Your hair is longer, framing your pretty face. There's a glow to you that she doesn't remember seeing in those last two years of your marriage. Your eyes are tired but bright, even from here Abby can see the way they sparkle when you stare at the little boy in your arms. Nothing like the cold way you'd looked at her that fateful night. 

Her heartbeat pounds in her ears as she steps out of line, making her way to a more secluded section of the store. Hiding behind a tie display she watches you interact with your son. For a moment she pretends that you're still hers and that the last five years didn't happen. Pretends that she didn't fuck up the best thing that had ever happened to her. God, she feels like a delusional creep. 

A tall woman walks up behind you, making a silly face at your toddler. You smile when he reaches out for her, trading the boy for the to-go cup she was holding out to you. Abby doesn't have to guess what you're drinking. She knew how much you hated coffee, preferring hot chocolate to keep you warm in the colder months. Her stomach bottoms out when you raise the cup to your lips.

A ring that isn't hers sits on your finger. 

Abby didn't realize how big of a gut punch that would feel like. While you still spoke to her parents from time to time, they made sure not to relay any information to her. She knew you wouldn't stay single forever, but actually seeing you like this ripped apart whatever was left of her heart.

You'd gone silent on social media since the split. A new and private Instagram account was all she could find one night after she'd been drinking a little too much. She'd cried herself to sleep, wanting nothing more than to be a part of your world again. 

She studies your wife, who's everything Abby isn't. Her long brown hair is pulled back in a loose bun, the pink knit beanie on her head matches the scarf currently wrapped around your neck. Dark eyes watch your face intently with a smile as you hold up a onesie to her. Abby looks down at her old college sweats and worn sneakers, nothing like the well put together outfit she's wearing. The woman even looks like she gets more than five hours of sleep each night for crying out loud. 

She looks happy. Something Abby hasn't been for a long time.

And judging by the way you're looking at her, like she hangs the stars in the sky, Abby can see how happy you are. She bites the inside of her cheek, refusing to remember what it felt like to have you look at her that way. Tears prickle in her eyes as you make your way down to the front of the store, dramatically blowing kisses at the giggling toddler being carried just a few steps ahead of you. One of your hands rubbing softly at your bump. 

Abby startles when you look back towards the men's section, eyes going straight to the tiny display she stood behind. Of course you spotted her. You lock eyes with her. There's a tiny smile on your face watching her come out of her shitty hiding spot. For a moment you two stand there just staring at each other. Abby's aware you probably look crazy to anyone watching but she can't bring herself to care. 

Those are my sweats. You mouth. Abby releases a watery chuckle she doubts you hear. She looks down, finally noticing the nail polish stain just under her knee. It's purple. Your favorite color. 

The sound of an alarm brings you both back to reality. You give her one last smile, waving as you walk out the doors and into the chilly December air. Her eyes follow you as you cross the street, until you get lost in a large crowd of people. 

Watching you walk away this time feels like a final goodbye. You’d always have a place in your heart for Abby, no longer feeling any resentment towards her. She had been too young and selfish to love you the way you deserved. She can see you've found that. And while she's happy for you, she can't help the tears that spill out once she's in the safety of her car. 

There's a bittersweet feeling in knowing that the world didn't stop spinning for you the way it did for her the day you walked out of her life. 

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just thinking about…

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leon kennedy being a good boyfriend despite all his trauma. despite all the horrors he’s faced that he has found something in you. that he actually trusts you more then anyone, probably one of the hardest things he’s ever done. that he loves you unconditionally. sure, it takes time, more time then it probably should but you don’t mind giving him that. you can see how much he’s been through just by the look in his blue eyes.

so you give him all the time he needs, you just be yourself and trust that its enough for him to open up to you and keep you close. you slowly and carefully see a change in leon that you didn’t before. you start to see his emotions peek out a bit. when he wakes up in the morning next to you in your shared bed, pulling you close to him instead of him rolling over. he buries his face in your neck, starting to instantly let the scent of your shampoo lull him into a state of relaxation.

like his body and mind even though in a heavy state of sleep, know its you.

he starts taking you out more when he’s not out on missions, taking you out on small dates. getting coffee down the street from your apartment. he even drives you around, letting you pick the music.

he’s finally understanding what everyone around him is talking about when they told him to find someone he could be around and be comfortable with.

he knew he wasn’t an easy guy to love but you…you were different. you were very persistent in a way he’s never experienced.

you latched onto him when he needed it the most, you probably could tell that without you he would be hanging on by a thread. the small shred of you had infected him and made him fall in love with you.

he started trusting you more, having figured out that by now you weren’t going to abandon him and leave. you were going to stick around and be a part of his life.

and he owed you his for simply being alive.

for continuing to date him when he came home with too many injuries from his last mission or when he woke you up from another nightmare. you didn’t judge him or ridicule him, you were there to clean his injuries and coddle him back to sleep.

something he would never admit out loud — but what his actions would show is — he needed your love and affection more then anything else.

and he knew he wasn’t a perfect boyfriend, he had his flaws as did everyone. but he was a good boyfriend and he did his best.

he took you out, bought you things you didn’t need and showered you with as much affection as man like him could muster. he brought you your favorite coffee every morning from a cafe on the days he was out running, he always heated up a bath for you.

he did things that made him a good boyfriend, things that you had never experienced before.

you both worked for each other in separate ways, but you fit. you worked. like fucked up puzzle pieces that somehow seemed to fit together.

he was damaged and broken, but when you found him, you gave him love and took care of him. you gave him something he had never experienced before and he did the same for you.

even if both of you subconsciously knew it, you didn’t say it out loud. you just lived and he continued to treat you as you deserved to be treated.

you would give him the world if you could and he would do the same in return for you. for all the times you’ve helped him and proven to him that he is worthy of love. something that seemed like a dream once upon a time.

but you made it a reality, you let him prove his love. you let him show you that he could love someone and do the same in return. he didn’t know if he could ever repay you for something like that.

he probably couldn’t.

so he would just love you instead.

and that was good enough for him.

an: this isn’t what you guys probably wanted this week but it’s what your getting bc i’m tired and i just worked 40 hours HASHSH. i love you all so much, pls reblog and like. kisses, xx.

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random list of my bay Leo headcanons ❤

working on Raph next! let's see how many ideas i get lol

also opening my inbox for writing (and perhaps even drawing) requests! feel free to drop me an ask <3

literally loves mitski and mac demarco. he likes very indie hopeless romantic type music, it's literally hilarious to catch him just vibing in his feels

SECRETLY HAS PINTEREST BAHAHAHAHA but just for finding poetry and looking at bonsai trees. Mikey found out (like he doesn't have pinterest too??) and they all ended up making fun of him for it to the point where Leo debated deleting the app but ended up forgetting about it.

very specific but he has this unique type of love language where he'll ask you something and without any further questions he will go get or accomplish whatever he hinted at. for example, y'all will just be hanging out, and he'll go, "are you hungry?" and if you just as much nod your head hesitantly he will run to the kitchen and make you a 3 course meal. or, he'll just ask you if you're cold, and if you say yes he brings you a heater and a blanket. he doesn't ask things like, "can i get you a water?" he'll just ask if you're thirsty and go from there.

has the most gorgeous handwriting on the planet. this beautiful cursive print that is lowkey unreadable but so aesthetically pleasing. at first you were shocked but as you got to know him it made lots of sense, literally probably his biggest hobby is just remembering some random thing and then spending weeks straight perfecting it until it's natural for him. he loves to challenge himself to be perfect at literally anything, and his hand writing is one of those instances.

HE'S LITERALLY A VIRGO GUYS HE IS THE DEFINITION OF A VIRGO OH MY GOD

speaks fluent japanese OF COURSE but his brothers don't know it as well as he does (they all know a little at least) and he'll curse them out quietly in japanese behind their backs.

Leo wouldn't say he had a favorite brother of course but he definitely prefers Don's presense over the others. they always go to each other first when they have a problem or just want to rant, and they have a bunch of inside jokes.

after Donnie, Leo's the biggest insomniac. he gets nightmares a lot unfortunately, and most times when he wakes up he physically can't go back to sleep. literally Mikey will get up for a glass of water at 5:37 in the morning and Leo is up doing flips.

very random, but Leo is AWFUL at math. he meant to learn at some point but the time passed and he missed the boat. ofc math is Don's second language and Mikey and Raph couldn't care less (but somehow Mikey always guesses the right answers without doing the correct work??) but Leo is lowkey embarrassed that he struggles with it so much. he can do basic math and most things that come up in daily life like practical equations, but anything past times tables and division he is cannot understand. if you come over and need help on your math homework he will try his HARDEST to help you but ultimately he's completely clueless.

always takes bugs outside. if the creepy crawly is creepy enough or makes you screech, he'll whip it with his katana but normally he'll take the time to scoop it up in his hands (literally no fear) and walk it outside calmly.

literally LOVES doing chores. it's like a form of self care for him. folding laundry, sweeping, mopping, washing the dishes, organizing the dojo, he'll literally put on some music and go to town. when he visits you he will literally just start straightening things up and picking things off of the floor. he hates having nothing to do so he'll just ask for something he can clean while y'all chit chat.

incredibly flexible. he can bend every which way, sit comfortably in a split for hours, can bend over IN HALF and grab the back of his legs--he's literally maxed out on flexibility. but splits training is his private time so unless you sneak you won't catch a glance. but when you do, in between of sliding dojo doors, it is... something. like excuse me sir how tf doesn't that hurt your bAWLLS

smells like lavender. dead serious his signature scent is lavender. it's not like he wears cologne or anything, he just lights a lot of lavender incense and candles to the point where if someone even steps foot in his room they walk out aroma-fied.

everyone in the fandom has their personal opinion of who's the best cook and who's the worst cook of the four, and it is finally time for my hot take of the century. i think Leo is by far the best chef, and Raph is the one who can't even make toast right. a lot of people say Mikey is the chef of the family, which i agree with, he enjoys cooking and baking very much, but this doesn't mean the food he makes is good 💀💀💀 he trusts himself over any recipe and so he just throws in whatever he feels like. Leo can't stand being in the kitchen while Mikey is cooking, his ocd can't stand it. this said, you'd think this would mean the guys prefer Leo's cooking over Mikey's but fact is Leo is such a perfectionist he will spend hours working on a meal it's past 11 by the time he's done. and he doesn't take requests, he only makes what he wants and then on top of that the healthnut version. he makes sushi a lot and goes crazy when you bring him salmon.

IS SUCH A DORK BAHAHAHA if you even so much MENTION a book or a show he likes he will blabber for HOURS about it. he knows every single fact there is to know about star trek it is insane. you amuse him not because you're interested of course but he is just so damn adorable when he's talking about something he enjoys (which he rarely gets the chance to without being made fun of LMAO)

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✮From the start✮ pt.3

Chris and y/n have always been inseparable, they’ve always relied on each other but what happens when one of them falls?

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.4 Finale

Chris’ pov

(2 months ago)

I toss and turn in my bed but can’t shake off this horrible feeling. She's been acting weird and distant lately, I feel like I don't know her anymore…are we still friends? The other day we were watching a movie on my couch, and she looked so sleepy. I couldn't help myself, I put my arm around her and the only way I could describe the look on her was pure horror. Did I do something wrong? Did I go too far? Did I smell or something? I groan into my pillow as those thoughts flood my brain. I have to talk to her. I rip the blanket off of my body and slowly sit up “Alright Grandpa. Do you need help with that?” I feel my lips curl up into a small smile at the memory. She never did give me a break, god forbid I'd let out the TINIEST noise bending over “You okay Grandpa?.” “Do I need to take you to the nursing home already?” Her voice rings through my head as I stand up, I glance over at the alarm clock on my bedside table, 12:22 it reads. God, I hope she’s awake. I can't go on like this anymore.

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“Y/n.” I whisper-shout as I stand below her window. I know she’s up cause she has her lamp on “I bet she’s blasting her music, that girl’s gonna go deaf.” I grumble to myself. I smirk as an idea comes to mind, I pick up a small pebble and throw it towards her window creating a small tap noise. “Oh, my precious Y/n. I cannot bear another second without your gracious company.” I say in the most dramatic tone I can come up with. Not long after that I hear the sound of a squeaky window being opened. “Now what the actual hell was that?” I grin as she pokes her head out of the window. God, she looks beautiful… “what? I thought you liked corny shit like that. You're always making me watch that cheesy ass rom-com, what was it now… 12 going on 22?” I ask in a teasing voice. Of course, I know it's 13 going on 30, how could I ever forget her favourite movie? I even watched it without her so I could memorize the wedding scene that she does not stop talking about. “Haha, Chris. You're so funny.” she replies with a PAINFULLY sarcastic tone. “Why are you here anyway?” I take in a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you, could you maybe…come down here, my neck hurts.” I watch her let out a soft chuckle as she retreats her head back, she's gonna come outside and I'm gonna have to do one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. She can't hate me…can she? I mean, she could after this. Y/n hasn't always been the best at expressing her emotions or telling me how she feels, she just shuts down. My thoughts get interrupted by the sound of her back door sliding open. I don't know how she does it, she could be wearing a trash bag for all I care and she would still take my breath away. “Hey…” I whisper as my voice fails me. “Hi?” I watch as she hugs her body to shield herself from the cold. “I was just- I was wondering…are you okay?” Her body stiffens and I just think…oh shit. “I'm fine, Chris. Why wouldn't I be?” The coldness in her voice could send a chill down anyone’s spine “Y/n, I can tell when there’s something wrong. Why can’t you talk to me?  Im here for you.” I take a step toward her but she steps back. C'mon Y/n, don't do this to me. Let me in. Just talk to me. I silently plead to her as her face contorted into a look of annoyance. “I've told you a hundred times already. I am fine. Why can't you comprehend that I don't need a saviour. It's 1 am, go home and sleep like a normal person for once in your goddamn life.” My breath catches in my throat as her tone gets more and more cold as she speaks. What happened to the Y/n that I know? The one I fell in love with… “you know what…” I swallow as I feel tears brimming my eyes. “Im done dealing with this. I care about you but you couldn't give two shits even if you wanted to. Do you know what you are Y/n? A fucking coward! Oh, how dare somebody show even the littlest bit of concern for you. I bet you’ll just forget about me, You'll get a new best friend and fuck it up the same way cause you're too much of a pussy to confront your feelings. I tried helping you but you're hopeless.” I wipe away the tears that fell from my eyes and huff before storming off in a fit of rage. I slam the gate to her backyard behind me, leaving a shivering, startled Y/n behind. Even after all of that…I cant help but still love her.

(A/N: Omg this took so long to come out cause my laptop decided to break but I finally got it fixed YIPPEE!!!! I hope you'll like this cause I feel like I cooked with this. Don't ruin my confidence)

Tags: @guccifrog

[ashisill]

The Jake fic is taking longer than I thought. So here’s a blurb to hold you guys over. Soft Jake should be out by the end of the week.

Josh is a girl dad

Jake is a boy dad

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Josh is the one who’s fixing her hair for pre school. “Do we want pig tails or buns?” Turning on the curling iron, and making sure she knows not to touch it. “Its hot don’t touch” he’d say pointing at it. She’d nod her head as she watched her dad put her hair into pigtails. Josh is the one to apologize when he pulls her hair to hard “I’m sorry baby did it hurt?”. He would get it to perfection. Putting colorful little hair ties around them, or clip on charms to make her feel pretty. “Okay princess all done”. She’d smile in the mirror at her hair, and twirl it a bit at the ends. She stands up being careful not to touch the curling iron, and hugs her dad. Thanking him for making her look like princess. He’d smile from ear and ear, and place a kiss on her forehead. “Your welcome little darling”. He always makes sure she knows how much he loves her before dropping her off at preschool. “Do you know how much I love you?”. She would stretch her arms out as far as she could “this much?”. He’d agree with her, and gives her hugs and kisses before he walks her into school. Sometimes she gets teary eyed before he leaves, but she always comes home with fun little stories to tell him. And he’ll listen to every single word as he cooks her dinner for the night. Josh always makes bath time fun and relaxing for her. Once a week he’ll set a theme for her, or let her have extra toys, or if she’s had a “long day” he’ll message her scalp while he washes her hair. Which always makes her doze off in his hands. Right after bath time he lays her down in her “big girl bed”, but somehow she always finds her way back to his bed. Even though it may cause him less sleep he’ll never complain. She’ll find a home in his arms, and they’ll both drift off to sleep for the night. When she’s older, and gets her first period he’ll already be prepared. Giving her the option between pads or tampons, and teaching her the difference. Making sure to give her ibuprofen, and a heating pad for her cramps. He’s extremely understanding when she snaps at him. He never really loses his temper at her, and always gives her space.

Jake is the one to make sure there always a guitar laying out for him. One day he bought him one of those mini guitars. It ended up broke when he pulled the strings to hard. Jake just laughed it off, and took it to his office to fix it. When he’s old enough he’ll quiz him over music. Covering the screen in the car, and saying “what’s this song? Correct now who sings it?” He’ll teach him to be a gentleman. “You do not speak to your mother or any woman that way. Do you understand?” He will explain to him the importance of respect, and though he might not understand it now. It will become a part of him as he grows. Jake tries his hardest not to lose him temper, but sometimes it’s bound to happen. He’ll realized he messed up, and his son will began to tear up. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to lose my temper with you. It’s just frustrating when you don’t listen. We can fix it together okay” When the time comes to teach him about the birds and the bees. A lot of parents get weird about having this talk, and leave out important things. Not Jake he told him everything he needed to know. When he hits high school, and starts trying to sneak around Jake knows. “I was your age once too. You don’t have to sneak around. I know your going to do it regardless if I say no. So I’m not gonna try to stop you just be safe” Jake makes sure he knows if he’s ever in a situation to call him. No matter what he’ll always pick him up. He’s pounded into his head to never get behind the wheel intoxicated. The day a girl breaks his heart for the first time. He’ll come from school and immediately head for his room. Jake will give him his space for a while, but he didn’t come out all afternoon he went to check on him. He’ll tell him about a girl he loved, and how she loved another. Jake will understand, and tell him how he got over his heart breaks. His son will tear up, and Jake will tell him that it’s okay to cry. Jake will hug him, and wipe his tears. When he gets his first girlfriend Jake makes sure he’s treating her right. When he tells Jake she had a bad day he tell his son to buy her some flowers. He learned everything he knows from his dad, and Jake was always more than happy to teach him.

[halfmoondaze]

Can you write about reader and Jack being co-parents of their kids, and maybe the reason they divorced or spilt up was because Jack was being unfaithful. And they have a tradition to go on vacation with their kids together, but reader has a new boyfriend and his going with them and jack feels like he lost the best thing he ever had.

Without Me

Your cheeks started to heat up and your eyes became blurry as the tears started uncontrollably running down your face.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry” Y/B/F said as she hugged you.

Just a few seconds ago, she had come over to your shared apartment with Jack and told you some news you never thought you would have to hear.

At that moment, Jack came through the door.

“Y/N, baby I can explain”

Y/F/N was about to step in when you stopped her.

“Y/F/N I can handle this”

“You sure?”

“Yeah”

“Ok, but call me if you need anything. I mean it” she said giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

You nodded in response.

She gave Jack a look before walking out.

“So this is what you’ve been doing on the road all this time?”

“Y/N-”

“No please, enlighten me”

“I made a mistake”

“Bullshit” you rolled your eyes and got up from the couch and turned to him. “Tell me what happened right now and don’t you dare lie to me”

Jack ran his hands through his curls feeling his anxiety increase.

“We had just finished recording a song, and the guys brought these girls over and I got drunk and….we hooked up”

Tears started streaming out of your eyes as you sat there processing everything.

“But she meant nothing to me, I swear”

“You make me sick”

“I’m sorry, I swear. The day after I couldn’t stop thinking about you-”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?!”

“I never wanted to hurt you” he said attempting to put his hand on your shoulder but you tensed up and he pulled away.

“Do you realize you just threw us away like it was nothing?” you attempted to say choking on your words.

“Babe”

“You just replaced us like it was easy. 9 years fucking years of our marriage, just down the drain. Was she worth it? Destroying our family?”

“No”

“Did you sleep with her?”

“Babe”

“Don’t call me baby! Did you sleep with her yes or no?”

He looked down.

“I should have known. All those nights I stayed up waiting for you to come home with the kids who just wanted to see their father before going to bed, but always failed to make it home on time. But I never held it against you. Instead, I was making up excuses for you like an idiot, hoping that you could be more present. I gave up my career to stay home with the kids so you could do your music and this what you were doing?”

Jack was looking down.

“You disgust me”

“I’m sorry”

“You should be. We made a vow to each other on our wedding day. Did that mean nothing to you?”

“Of course. It meant everything to me”

“I can see that” you said looking at him up and down.

“Please, we can fix this. I can change”

“It’s too late Jack”

“Please. I’ll do anything. You can’t just give up on us-”

“Don’t you dare turn this on me! You destroyed this family the moment you decided that we weren’t enough for you”

Y/N took a deep breath.

“I’m going to pack my things and I’m taking the kids to my mom’s”

Jack knew there was no point in continuing to discuss this, he had messed up and he deserved this.

“Y/N” he took your hand.

“What?” you turned to him.

“I’m truly sorry. I was naïve and stupid enough to risk the only thing that truly mattered to me and I would spend the rest of my life regretting that decision. But please, don’t go” he said with bloodshot eyes.

You took his hand and looked at him.

“It’s over Jack”

And just like that, you left and never turned back.

The following years were the hardest you ever had to face. A year following your separation from Jack, the divorce was finalized. You were devastated and unsure if you could ever trust anyone ever again. Not to mention it made you question your worth.

As an attempt to pick up the pieces together and build yourself up, you started going back to therapy which is something you haven’t done since you were a teenager.

Staying off social media was a crucial part of the healing process as inevitably from being in a public relationship, you just couldn’t escape the headlines that would continuously remind you of the cheating scandals.

Once you started putting all of your focus on your children; Aitana and Julian; and yourself you started to become more open to the possibility of starting dating again, casually for the time being. And later on, you were able to transition into co-parenting your children together after starting to attend therapy sessions, as even though you and Jack knew the split was going to be hard on your children, it was your number one priority right now to focus on them.

One of the agreements that were made, was to go on a vacation together once a year to be able to spend time as a family to provide your children with comfort and security through this awkward transition and reduce any stress on them.

And for the past two years, it has been great being able to watch your children grow together and travel around the world with them, and share happy memories with them.

However, along the way, you met Vince. A real estate developer, who you were introduced to by Y/F/N at a mutual friend dinner party. You two hit it off instantly and struck a friendship that eventually turned romantic. But when you first started dating you two agreed to take things slow and see where you went from there. Now, almost two years later, you were going strong and after already being introduced to his family and meeting yours; it was now the time to do what you were dreading for a while; which was to introduce him to Jack.

Jack, on the other hand, has been dating around trying to find a way to forget you; even though another part of him also wanted you back but he was too prideful to make the first move. Instead, he was hoping you would find your way back to him.

Jack slowly opened his eyes as the naked sleeping figure wrapped his arms around him.

“Good morning lover”

“Hey”

“Had a goodnight sleep?” she said caressing his chest.

“Yeah” he said absent-mindedly.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

“Nothing you should be worried about” he smiled at her.

She leaned to him and kissed him.

“We should get married” she commented.

“What?”

“I’m serious”

Jack sighed and sat on the bed putting on his underwear.

“Can you blame me? You’re so hot” she said wrapping her arms around his neck from behind and kissing his neck.

“I guess I am”

“You know what I mean”

Jack put on the rest of his clothes and turned to her.

“I value our friendship. Why ruin it, getting into something serious?”

“Fine. But I want to see you again on Friday night”

“I can’t”

“Why not?” she whined.

“I have this thing with Y/N and the kids”

“Oh so now you play happy family?”

Jack gave her a look.

“I’m sorry, I just wished we could spend more time together”

Jack gave her a half smile.

“I have to go. I’ll call you later?” he said getting up.

“Yeah, call me”

And he left.

Jack pulled into Y/N’s driveway. The house they once used to live in together before divorcing.

Jack rang the doorbell and you answered the door.

“Hey” he said.

“Hi”

“Are the kids ready?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I forgot to tell you, they are staying after school for the drama club but they should be done in an hour” you said with an apologetic look.

Jack smiled calmly.

“Don’t worry about it. It's ok. I can come over later”

“Wait, there’s something I wanted to talk to you”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Ok. I’ve been dating Vince for like almost two years now and being the father of our children, I really value and respect your opinion. And I was wondering if I could introduce you to him”

Jack was taken aback by your proposal but managed to keep his cool.

“Yeah, that sounds good”

“Really?”

“Yeah” he forced a smile.

“Great, can we do it over dinner tomorrow night?”

“Sure”

“Perfect”

And before he knew it, it was the night of the dinner. The moment he was dreading the most. They all met in Nobu. And for the most part, Jack was reserved and observant, which Y/N noticed as he was more quiet than usual. But he managed to make conversation with Vince to make Y/N feel at ease and the whole dinner went smoothly. However, Jack couldn’t but not feel threatened by Vince, as he thought to himself that this wasn’t going to last and in no time he would be with Y/N again.

Then the day they were going on vacation was here. This year’s destination was Oahu, and the kids were excited.

To Jack’s surprise when he arrived at the private Jet he had paid for to avoid the paparazzi and fans; he found Vince inside the plane playing with Aitana and Julian.

The moment Jack stepped on the plane Aitana and Julian turned to him and their faces lit up with happiness.

“Daddy!” they jumped into Jack’s arms and hugged him tightly.

“Hey, I missed you guys so much” he said kissing the top of their heads.

“They couldn’t stop asking about when you were coming” Vince said smiling.

Jack smiled.

At some point during the ride, everyone seemed to fall asleep except for Jack who was writing in his journal possible lyrics for songs, while wearing his headphones when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He looked up to see Vince with an inviting smile.

Jack took off his headphones and shifted his attention to him.

“Hey man”

“Jack, hey. You got a minute?”

“Yeah”

He took a sit next to him.

“What’s up?” Jack said.

“I just wanted to say thank you for doing this”

“Don’t mention it’ he said with a half smile.

“I really love Y/N. These past two years of being with her and getting to know her have been bliss. I love the day she looks at life, her optimism, and her sense of humor, and…she’s just too good to be true. I want to spend the rest of my life with her and I wanted to get your blessing”

“You want to propose to Y/N?”

“Yeah” he said smiling from ear to ear. “I was kind of hoping if this all goes well, to propose to her tonight at the beach”

Then he pulled out a blue velvet box and opened it to show a 3-carat diamond ring.

That was the moment Jack realized he had lost the best thing he ever had.

“I want nothing but the best for her. You have my blessing”

Jack had lost Y/N but he wanted nothing more than to see her happy, even if that was without him.

[puckmaidens]

If you are taking requests.....can I request anything soft and fluffy with Oleksiak or Seguin helping the reader with depressive episode?

Better Days - Jamie Oleksiak x fem!reader x Tyler Seguin

WC: .7k

Y/N was exhausted, and both Jamie and Tyler being gone didn't help. Sleep was difficult to come by since the playoffs started but definitely with Seattle and Dallas playing each other for a Western Conference Final spot.

Y/N was torn for a multitude of reasons but the biggest one was leaving the house. Her meltdowns and random irritations made being there for both boys hard.

Why am I not strong enough to get up and go see them at the game? None of the other Better Halves struggle like this, they show up and out. Their minds didn't hate them so much that getting out of bed was the hardest thing all day.

She hadn't slept or left the house in weeks, and basic things like bathing and eating were Herculean efforts, and more times then not getting in the shower didn't happen.

She missed them both, but she couldn't call them. Too much was at stake for them, Jamie on a new team making it to playoffs and Tyler making a deep run with the Stars.

I’m only one call away, Superman got nothing on me

Her phone basically stayed attached to the charger unless Y/N was listening to music to fall asleep to. Her laundry was reaching a critical mass and the smell was overwhelming. Even being awake was too overwhelming some days.

Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow...

Y/N let the phone ring, body finally shutting down for sleep.

The door opens and Jamie walks in to find his (and Tyler's) girlfriend fast asleep and distraught in her sleep.

"You take care of us, so let us take care of you, baby. I'll call Tyler and do your laundry. Don't worry, we'll make up for lost time."

"Segs. She's not doing good, found her asleep in her apartment and everything is a mess. I need your help."

"Rig, I'm on my way. Anything for both of you. I'll grab food too. How did we miss this? Y/N, baby we're gonna make sure you're ok. Ok?" Tyler's voice gets soft as he hangs up the phone.

Jamie starts doing Y/N's laundry, sorting out clothes and in-between loads finding out what food was there.

The door swings open and Jamie hears Tyler's footsteps before feeling him bump into Jamie.

"Is babydoll still sleeping? I've got food and some stuff. Soap, laundry detergent, new pjs."

"Out cold, couldn't even get her blanket off her. I checked her temperature and it seems normal. You can go and try to wake her. Ty?"

"Yeah, Jame?"

"You have a plan? I don't think she's going to without a fight. Or without help." Tyler nods, setting his haul down.

"I'll carry her to the bathroom and you'll start the bath. She needs both of us right now. You think the laundry will finish by then?" Jamie drops the last load of laundry in, adds detergent and gets it running.

"Let's go take care of her."

Y/N wakes up to the smell of lavender and arms around her.

"Mmm hi? Aren't y'all supposed to be with the team?"

"Baby, you weren't picking up. Nobody could reach you. We had to use our keys, why didn't you tell us things were getting bad?"

"You both were so busy and I didn't want to be a burden or too much. You both have been working so hard and I didn't want to bog you down with my problems."

Tyler presses a kiss to Y/N's forehead and Jamie pulls her into his chest.

"You are our baby, our partner. Taking care of you is never a burden. We will love you even when things feel hard. Ty and I will make sure you know we love you every day."

The night wanes on with both boys helping you finish your bath, Tyler scrubbing Y/N's arms and Jamie washing her hair.

The bed is heavy with Tyler pressing your neck to his shoulders and Jamie spooning you from the back.

Everyday isn't perfect, but with both of them loving you, it's at least better even when the dark days arrive.

[pennedbyeve]

Author’s note:

Hi. How y’all doing? *Ms. Juicy’s voice*

I know I have neglected this I was in a bit of a creative rut, but I am back and better and I am excited to write some more and expand on the relationship that is Johnny and Amira. This is shortish, but I definitely plan on adding more in due time.

Two

Johnny

IF HE HAD A DOLLAR FOR ALL THE TIMES HE WOKE UP IN THE NIGHT SINCE SEEING HER. 

He would be extremely wealthy, it had been a week since then he would quickly dart to his apartment, so he would not pass her in the elevator, but thoughts of her definitely circulated in his brain. 

He couldn’t sleep, he took his phone from the nightstand and the glowing screen indicated that it was 5:30 in the morning, thankfully he had the weekend off, he needed time for himself to recoup and gather himself. 

He tried his hardest to go back to sleep, but the second his head the pillow, yet again his body would not allow him to do so, but he decided to lay around for a little he did not want to rot the day away, but he knew he needed to relax somewhat he played some music to help ease his mind a bit.

Once he was more energized it was now some time after eight, and he decided to make breakfast, he hated how he could not get her out of his mind, their friendship ending was one sided. He wanted to know why she didn't explain to him what happened, but he was going to leave it at what it is, or at least that's what he had hoped for.

Moments later there was a knock on his door, he took a moment to brace himself he turned the stove off. Looking through the peephole there she was, his throat instantly got dry. he couldn't gather his thoughts quickly as he opened the door.

He adjusted his pants before going to open the door for her his brain was scrambling just like the eggs he was attempting to make.

"Good morning, I need a favor." She blurted out.

"Good morning, what is it?" He headed back into the kitchen to finish making his breakfast.

He wasn't too sure what she was going to say next.

He wasn't too sure what she was going to say next.

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for a little bit, my ex keeps blowing my phone up and it is getting under my skin, pretty please Johnny.”

Her big eyes stared into his eyes and, he felt obligated to say no, especially since how dirty she did him by going missing in action, but deep-down Johnny had a soft spot for Amira.

“For how long Amira?”

She bit the inside of her cheek, she picked up the piece of bacon that he had on his plate.

He just allowed her to put it in her mouth, as she continued to speak.

“Just until I tell you when Johnny, we can go on outings and those could be our dates, and we don’t have to hug and kiss, but we can start calling it dating in a few weeks.”

He ran his hand over his face, he was not too sure how to feel about this, it had been a week since he spotted her and now he had to put all the feelings he thought he had previously were over back at the forefront in his mind.

He sighed before responding.

“You have a deal, but my bedtime is 9:30 so I can’t stay up late.”

“Such a child.” She teases.

Amira

She was not too sure surprised that Johnny even agreed to doing this, he was extremely kind and this was definitely not out of his nature, he would do anything if that meant to make her happy, and she knew that there wouldn't be feelings attached to this situation.

He was her best friend and that was that.

[mercurygray]

“when we woke” for Daphne and Mike if you’re up for it!

Mornings were softer in Cairo.

In the desert, a man woke with dew on his face and the morning chill slowly seeping away from his tent as the sun rose over the hills, the world in perfect silence except for the wind, and the sound of sand sliding across sand. Here in the city there was the call to prayer, and the slow clip-clop of mules and pushcarts moving to market, the flutter of bird wings against the window shutters as they chattered for breakfast. In the desert he had a canvas cot and standard issue army blankets, and a tentmate who snored, but Daphne's sheets were cotton, and her pillows had real feathers in them, and he'd yet to hear her snore.

It was his usual practice, to wake early - the habit of the desert, some would say, to make the most of the early part of the day when the heat was less intense. But Daphne had no such clock, and she'd sleep for ages if you left her.

All the better to admire, Mike thought to himself, idly pushing a strand of hair gently off her face.

She'd wanted to go to the Blue Door, down near Garden City, where the music was loud and all the soldiers went for the dancing (which was chaotic) and the girls (who were plentiful) and the rum (which was strong.) But Mike had said no, that the others were going there, and she'd laughed.

"Are you ashamed of me, Mike Sadler?"

"Not ashamed," he'd said, defensively. "Never ashamed. I just …don't like sharing." He'd leaned close to her ear, relishing the smell of her perfume, the feel of her skin under his lips. "If any of them saw you they'd all want you, too, and I'd never hear the end of it."

"None of them have girlfriends, then?"

"Not the kind you introduce to your friends." He could just see them now, Reg and Johnny and Dave, laughing and leering over Daphne and making terrible jokes about advance units and deep penetration thinking she'd be like all the other girls who wouldn't understand and would bat their eyes and ask them to explain. She lived in the world of maps and reports and requisitions, and she knew the war almost as well as everyone who was fighting it.

But she'd let him pick a different street, and they'd gone for coffees and tiny slivers of baklawa at the other end of the market, their knees pressing together under the tiny bistro tables while he tried not to think about what was under her skirt. "Speaking of friends, I met your Captain Stirling, you know. He was at Government House the other day with some paper he needed signed."

He'd tried his hardest not to scowl. "And?"

Daphne licked a bit of rosewater and honey off the end of her coffee spoon. "I have reason to believe he was admiring my backside."

God, send me the patience not to kill my superior officer. "Don't give me more reasons to hate him."

How she'd laughed at that. "He's hardly my type - and I rather think I'm not his. He's been seen about town with a Frenchwoman - Eva Mansour. Terribly fashionable and glamorous." She took another sip of her coffee. "No, I got the sense that he was rather bored with all of it," she said, her voice calm and incredibly observant as she watched him over the brim of her cup. "That nothing he ever did was going to be enough - that he's always searching for something with a bigger bang."

"That's Captain Stirling all right." Bored aristocrat with too much time and not enough people to say no.

"But still you follow him."

Mike had nodded. "I suppose I admire him, a little. It's easy to take risks, sometimes, with a life like his. But not our risks. And he still does it. I can admire that." He'd sighed. "And, at the same time, carry a tremendous grudge."

"A grudge! I'm not going home with him, Michael," she said, leaning conspiratorially across the table. "I'm going home with you."

And so she was - home, to her little bolthole of an apartment so he could wrestle the clothes from her body and be wrestled out of his in turn, to get hot and tired and fall asleep just as the evening was turning cold again, and wake with the sun so he might admire her again.

"I'm not ashamed," he whispered aloud. "How could anyone be ashamed of you?"

[nyctophiliq]

Congrats on 500 Moss!!

Can I do a matchup for a valorant character?

Preferably Female! For describing myself im 18, around 5'6, female, pretty chill tbh, alot of my friends describe me as the "baby" or the "sunshine" of the friend group because i genuinely cant be mean and im a pretty soft person. Im really into music, cooking, baking, and makeup. Ive got black hair that goes down to like my mid back, ive got brown eyes and im black. also have a few tats lols. INFP and a leo <3

your match-up and star messenger is . . .

FADE / HAZAL EYLETMEZ (istp) !

you are the golden retriever and black cat couple

you might think that your bright, sunshine-like personality could lose some color and that your baby-like personality might be jeopardized by hazal's darker one. you two might not be the most naturally fitting for a relationship but it is rewarding if both of you are mindful of how you approach each other.

your soft, gooey, and emotional approach might seem like it bothers hazal, it does a little, but don't worry, she is there to help you out with being more rational. especially when someone is coming onto you, trying to insult you, she has got your back, standing up for both of you.

such things as music, cooking, and baking seem to be helping hazal with her nightmares. a string of wholesome events followed by cradling you when you successfully sneak into her room seems to be the perfect solution for her sleepless nights.

fade tries her hardest to keep her prowler away from you since they are nothing but trouble to be around. if it would ever get to you she would never forgive herself because the dark creature is mostly the cause of her nightmares and abilities, she wishes no one to see what she deals with every day. she already thinks just being close to you will dim your lights and cause your intact mental state to decline.

some aspects of your relationship would be:

doing each other's makeup! while fade wears only a little makeup, she is pretty good at it and isn't afraid to go to town if you'd ask

lot of late-night dates !!! be it as special as going out to a fancy restaurant or so little like grocery shopping, it is achieving the same thing- the two of you together

when hazal has a particularly bad night where nothing works to help her to be cradle to sleep, she traces your tattoos with her eyes or fingers, depending on how easily you wake up

she might look and act all tough and strong, but hazal needs her cuddles and hugs on a daily basis, she needs all the comfort she can get

MEETING EACH OTHER !

version 1

after detaining hazal you were the one interrogating her, taking her statement about why she blackmailed the agents and accusing them of taking away a "him" from her. for both sage's and viper's luck, you could get some information out of her, some more you bargained for but at those times either sage or someone else would cut in, scolding her for getting off of point and trying to scare you.

"you and I... if i scared you, please, have my apologies."

version 2

you were wandering around whatever shop, picking up some makeup that you had run out of the previous day and just this morning. a headphone on your head, humming the music quietly under your breath, completely unaware of how loud it really was until she appeared. you looked confused as she waved at you, pointing at her head then yours before you finally connected the dots, and with a small chuckle, you pulled your headphones down.

"like the music, mind if i ask what is it? i'm hazal by the way, or fade, take your pick."

YOUR SONG IS . . .

cigarettes out the window by tv girl !

[fangirlanxiety74]

Hetamori: Hetalia Omori AU

This one goes out to you, starchilll.

When it comes to an Omori AU, I think the perfect fit is to focus on the Axis, as well as make this a human AU, because ofc. They would all be aged up just a bit, ie: Omori is 12 in Headspace, Romano would probably be 15 in Headspace. And then aged up to like, 19 in Real World.

Yes, Romano would be Sunny. Give him a protagonist role, cowards!!! I think he'd be an amazing protag, especially for a game like this!!

And yes, that means Italy is Mari.

I think the dynamic between the two is really fitting for them to be Sunny and Mari. Despite being older, it's canon that Romano always feels 2nd-best to his brother, in everything. Everyone likes him more, everyone considers him a closer friend, a better painter, cook, all around person. It sucks. It's awful.

And that... Kinda seems to be how Sunny feels about Mari. At least, with music.

The game gives the context needed to understand it, too. In the Lost Library, we see how frustrated and upset Sunny is about not being able to enjoy time with his friends because he's trying to practice the violin, the entire arc with Sweetheart and how nothing's ever good enough for her, the fight we watch play out in the photographs that lead to Mari's death. Like, clearly Sunny felt some sort of like, anger towards his violin, enough to break it. And I think the same would be for Romano.

I see it playing out like this: Romano picks up the violin first. It's his thing. Music is the one thing he can be good at without Italy interfering. Then, shocker, Italy wants to join his brother because he loves him and wants to do things with him!! He picks piano. And Italy, ofc, is better at piano that Romano is at violin.

It sucks. It's awful. It causes so much anger that, when the time comes for their recital, Romano breaks the violin, and when Italy confronts him, pushes him down.

He didn't mean it. Ofc he didn't mean it, that's his brother, yes he's angry- he doesn't hate him, though. Does he? Could he ever? Not enough to kill him.

But it's too late. He can't take that back.

And as Omori goes, someone helps him to hide the accident. And Romano represses the memory, isolates himself, and sleeps all day and night to pretend everything is okay.

But it doesn't work. Something will always follow behind him. Something will always try to lead him back to the truth.

Smth of that nature, anyway.

As far as the others. I think Spain is the best fit for Kel, given their relationship (And I can totally see Spain knocking on Romano's door every day for 4 years trying to get him to come outside). Germany would be Hero, ofc, given his relationship to Italy.

Which comes down to Basil and Aubrey.

Basil - Japan Aubrey - Prussia.

So this one I kinda need to stretch more and consider their personalities rather than their relationships with the other characters.

Prussia I think is less of a stretch, I do think it's within his character to go down the route Aubrey does in the game if someone that close to him did pass on and he had no support. And well, he can't turn to Germany who is dealing with his own grief, Romano became a shut in, Spain probably tried to help but if he's also doing well and making new friends and everything then, yk, the feeling of abandonment is still there.

Plus, canonically, Prussia is very close to Italy (at least from what I remember). He does have religious ties, he has that vibe of being scary and intimidating, I think it can work.

As for Japan. That's the hardest.

I think Japan could end up in Basil's place. We already know he canonically isolated himself for like, 100 years (? (I say canonically as if this wasn't a real life event)). And if he's the one who helped Romano hide the accident, then yeah, isolating and going crazy from guilt isn't off the table. But I am also borrowing this idea from his role in Dreamtalia, sooo. Idk.

Why he would help Romano is also very complicated. The reason would have to change or the relationship would have to change to make it work. But it's an AU so it's not like it has to be 100% accurate.

Idk, I think it's fun, this is really just meant to be a "what if" scenario unless I decide to make this into a fanfiction. My only real gripe is Prussia and Japan's roles (mainly Prussia. I so wish the allies could work in this scenario cause England would make the PERFECT Aubrey but whatever)

Idk. Anyone have thoughts?

Italy better watch for the stairs-

[existentialmagazine]

Review: SATRE’s newest single ‘Breath Out’ carries the most aching atmosphere mixed with the woes of a crumbling relationship

The Swedish up-and-coming singer-songwriter SATRE has found himself based in London, UK as of late, sharing his craft with anyone and everyone across the globe. Influenced by acts like The Lumineers and Bon Iver, he delivers indie folk-pop doused in feelings of melancholy and nostalgia, always resonating with audiences for his hints of realism and relatability.

Now sharing his newest single ‘Breath Out’, SATRE weaves in newfound intimate detailings within a folk-pop ballad of a piece, departing from his most recent releases both lyrically and musically for something breathtakingly unique. With bright piano keys blended against synth whirs and the most tender acoustic guitar strummed introduction, you cannot help but feel the track’s melancholic nature aching in your core right from pressing play, wallowing without even words needed to describe the all-consuming emotions flowing through. This enveloping wave only continues into the verse, even with the instruments mostly fading out, leaving way for a finger-picked acoustic guitar riff to pull your heart strings into its softened pillow of sound. SATRE’s gentle vocals quiver with emotion through it, running deeply through the soundscape and placing roots that are unwavering, showcasing a level of power mixed with breathy delicacy.

The chorus picks up in intensity, building both atmosphere and closeness in one through a build-up of echoey backing vocal moments, all before things come crashing into a high that’s devastatingly real and raw. With hoarse, rising vocals that crack on the most meaningful lines, the weight of everything that SATRE sings hangs heavy in the air like nothing else maters. The instruments are just as crashing, hauntingly soaring through backing ooh’s and ahh’s, with the richest piano keys and warm sound effects to match.

The meaning is just as poignant as the sound, slowly allowing you into every inch of its carefully revealed secrets. As SATRE works through the woes of a relationship falling apart, many of the lines can’t help but be relatable to most, but there’s a slither of something else embedded in too. As his sincerity comes with sharing some of the hardest parts of real-life, he also touches on the impact of substance abuse in a relationship and the struggle of letting go of something or someone you care about. Through the tumultuous on and off, SATRE sings ‘slam the door, just to hear my voice’, acknowledging the toxic cycle many often find themselves swept up in and the way communication begins to fail. Continuing ‘don’t you think I can smell it on you, the chemicals inside’ , it’s made evident that his lover may be keeping their secrets bottled up, but the reality of their drug abuse is all too obvious. While he pushes to ‘go to bed, sleep it off instead’ , there’s no amount of sleep or things they could do that would remove the harm they’re causing themselves, and deep down he knows that. Before the chorus hits, the most pained lines of them all ring out as SATRE reveals he’s ‘worried about you all the time.’ It continues just as bravely and as heavy-heartedly, sharing some of his innermost experiences to the masses.

SATRE adds, “It’s a song I’ve had with me for a long time. It’s always been very special to me and I’ve been quite nervous to present it as it is quite different from the type of songs people would usually associate me with. However, I think it’s an important topic to bring to light. I’ve already received a lot of messages from listeners who want to share their own stories and struggles within this subject. It’s been heartbreaking but at the same time very inspiring, people out there and stronger and more resilient than you could ever imagine.”

Whether you can relate, or perhaps just want a song that makes you feel less alone, SATRE definitely does that in ‘Breath Out’ that you can continue listening to here.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Lang Shot Photography

// This coverage was supported and created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

[vintagemulti]

triple

pairings: marc spector x figure skater!reader , steven grant x figure skater!reader

desc: maybe it was cliché, but as long as you had your boys cheering you on, you didn’t need a gold medal. it would be pretty good to win, though.

warnings: par of the course skating injury, swearing, smoking, cheesy but who cares i just love my boys ok, sex mentions and an innuendo if you squint

a/n: am i self indulging as a failed figure skater? maybe. shush. also this is the programme music and this is the dress i imagined (yuna kim ily). forgive my absolutely terrible attempt at trying to describe jump entries☠️ they’re easier to do than to describe

masterlist

you hit the ice with a smack, landing flat on your ass. you don’t get up - just stare at the ceiling, only silver grey tarpaulin and air conditioning fans looking back.

sighing, you push yourself onto your elbows and up again, skates pushing you towards the barrier.

“i think i know what your problem is,” your coach smiles. “confidence.”

“oh for fucks sake, brian.” you laugh. “really?”

“yes,” he nods vigorously. “i’m serious. your entry is perfect, your check is great, in air it’s amazing, but as soon as you go in for that third rotation - fall. give me a two doubles, an euler and a triple toe.”

you nod, pushing yourself backwards off of the barrier. less that twenty four hours from competition and you still weren’t landing your highest scoring element - the triple axel. the axel was the hardest jump, no debate needed.

why? well, as you had explained to steven on the third date;

“well, normally on jumps you take of backwards, right? and you land backwards as well, so rotation wise, you only have to do a full number - say three. but with the axel, you take of forwards, so you need to do an extra half rotation to land. most people who do triple axels can do quads, because it’s only a half rotation off.”

even though steven had looked at you like you’d spoken a foreign language, he and marc had soon began to understand almost every skating term. hell - you thought they might get it better than you sometimes.

taking a deep breath, you turned to backwards, hearing your edges crunch the ice underneath.

cross, cross, check, jump, land.

you would be able to recite those four words in your sleep, with the amount of times you had jumped in the last week.

checking behind you, you crossed your feet, feeling the speed pick up. cross, cross. you raised your foot into position, just above your ankle. feeling your edge curve, you looked behind you again and stepped forward into the other foot. check.

knowing you had to be quick as to not lose valuable speed, you pulled your arms out in front of you and pressed your toepick into the ice. jump.

although jumps looked fast to people watching, they felt ten times faster. fun fact: figure skaters are only in the air for around half a second. in that time, they have to pull their arms in (or pull them above their head for extra points), cross their feet, rotate at least once and get into landing position. sounds easy, right?

the world spun around you, but before you even knew it, your boot hit the ice once again, small crystals flying into the air. land. you held landing position for a few seconds - backwards on once leg with the other stretched out behind you - before beginning the process once again.

cross, cross, check, jump, land.

the second axel was easier than the first, the euler was something you could do in your sleep, and the toeloop (your personal favourite jump) getting higher with every season.

brian clapped from the other side of the barrier, smiling as you made your way over to him.

“well, it was perfect,” he beamed. “but you’ll be glad to know, your axels were over-rotated. the triple is most definitely within reach.”

you raised your eyebrows, reaching for the water bottle beside him. “how over-rotated?”

“tough to say,” he said as you took a drink. “but you were on the wrong edge when you landed - i saw that switch from inside to outside. it’s about a quarter rotation, i think. bad news if you were trying for the double but, well, you could probably do them in your sleep.”

you smiled, sighing as you turned around to look at the ice behind you. it was empty - which considering it was two hours since the rink closed, you weren’t surprised.

“do you think i’ll get it for tomorrow?”

brian nodded. “i think so. you’ve landed it twice out of seventeen times, which isn’t bad, considering this is one of the hardest jumps.”

you hummed. “did nathan chen land it yet? the quad?”

“almost, but yuzuru hanyu is closer, i think. he got the first recorded one at the olympics.”

the thought of attempting a quadruple axel terrified you, the idea of girls half your age trying to land it scaring you even more.

“should i try again?”

“go for it.”

-

the red numbers were in the corner of your eye; eleven fifty seven. the rink closer three hours ago now, and you were grateful to the owners. they were more than accommodating, considering you were in a foreign country and training against half of europe. but they had insisted - being from your home country as well - that you were such a good representative, you could train there whenever you were there, as long as you were in the country for the competition.

it wasn’t a popular rink, being about four miles away from the hotel everyone was staying in, everyone else opted to train in the rink designated to the skaters, but it was far too busy for your liking, and there was absolutely nothing that said you couldn’t train separately - you had tripled checked the ISU’s rule book.

now having attempted the triple twenty eight times, your land total had went up to five - you were getting stronger. more stable, and even more focused.

the most important competition of your season was less than fifteen hours away. worlds. the season was almost over, and every single time, worlds fell close to the end.

it had been a rough olympic cycle this year, but you were lucky to have been chosen to represent your country. you hadn’t medalled - not that you predicted too - but you had placed much higher than you expected too. sixth. out of everyone there, you had placed sixth.

a miracle, no doubt, considering you had no triple axel. yes, you had a quad toeloop, loop, salchow and flip, but half of the girls there were as close as hanyu and chen to landing the quad axel.

somehow, your artistic skills bumped up your total significantly, what you lacked in technical you certainly made up for in stage presence.

coming sixth at the olympics was a huge deal for you. it put your career in a completely different light, people now actually talking about your skating. brand deals, awards, all of it. it was so much - everything you’d ever wanted.

but it pushed the realisation that you had to stop delaying the inevitable. triple axel could not wait any longer, just as brian had said to you. if you could get this jump at worlds, you were sure you’d medal.

you ran a hand through your hair, mindlessly typing with your other hand. replying to comments and messages seemed to become a full time job.

checking the time once more - midnight - you moved to spotify, looking for your programme music one last time.

“i’m gonna run through again, ok? can you play this for me, please?”

“sure,” brian walked over to you and plugged your phone into the aux.

skating to the centre of the ice, you didn’t notice that behind you, someone else was watching.

you got into position, taking a few deep breaths before the song started, filling the entire rink with noise.

one, two, three, four, five, six, go.

what could you say about the music choice? you were a sucker for fall out boy.

the programme steps were almost imbedded in you by this point, this being the more important programme in your opinion. you skated two different routines, the first being the short programme, lasting a maximum of two minutes and forty seconds. quads weren’t allowed in the short, so the free - this one - was loaded with them.

free programmes - or long programmes - lasted a maximum of four minutes, being a chance to really zone in on the artistry as well as physical components.

it felt like your feet were taking you skating, you body being completely submitted to the music and the steps coinciding with them.

you were at least two minutes in now, you has a spin and three jumps out of the way. here came the axel.

cross, cross, check, jump, land. 

cross, cross, check, jump-

the ice was cold against your hands, banging your bones together with such force you thought they might bang the ice back. fuck, you thought. fuck. 

getting up as soon as you could, you stepped back into your routine, trying to push yourself even more than before the fall.

your spins felt faster than normal - although you couldn’t tell. they always felt like you were going a hundred miles an hour, when in reality you were barely moving at all.

you could hear the music coming to an end, your step sequence bouncing across the ice and back into the centre.

spinning one last time, you scratched against the ice - muscle memory bring you to your finishing pose.

you didn’t bother holding it for long, letting your shoulders drop and head hand. brian clapped from behind the barriers, but there was more than one person clapping.

turning to the source, you saw… steven (his hair was parted in steven’s way), beaming at you from across the rink.

“that was amazing!” definitely steven, the accent cut its way through the space.

you couldn’t help but smile back. “can’t seem to get that fuckin’ triple though, can i?”

“y/n, relax,” brian yelled. “even if you don’t land it tomorrow, you technical and presentation will put you in the top ten.”

“but that’s not a medal, is it?” you didn’t mean to snap at him. you really didn’t. but considering it was the day of the competition, and your triple axel was still unstable, you were sure he’d understand why you were antsy.

brian sighed, understanding perfectly why you were agitated. “you’ll get it. i know you will. now, go home, get some rest. you need to be at the rink for twelve tomorrow.”

you clicked your tongue, nodding slowly as you skated towards the barrier and back off the ice, the feeling of solid floor strange underneath your feet.

steven held your skate bag in one hand and shoes in the other, bringing them over to where you sat on the benches. his lopsided smile almost made your heart melt - you were so damn lucky.

“tough session?” he says down next to you, handing you the bag.

“understatement,” you mumbled. “thirty times i’ve tried for that triple axel, only landed it about a third of that.”

“better than never, though, innit?” steven rubbed his hand along your lower back as you untied your skates.

you didn’t answer, only humming in response. you pulled your guards on, and tossed your skates into the bag haphazardly.

“what’s up?”

looking at steven, you could see the concern on his face. “it’s just- these girls, these fifteen year old girls, they have the triple. fuck - they do triple axels for a warmup!”

steven opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak he glanced at the glass behind you, your faint reflection staring back at you.

“god,” you looked back. “do i even want to know?”

“he said,” steven was almost laughing. “he said that he would happily tonya harding them for you.”

“oh, for fucks sake.”

it made you laugh, though. and when you started laughing, you couldn’t stop laughing. for at least a minute, you sat giggling like a little girl, shoes half on.

when you finally stopped laughing, you checked the time again - almost half past twelve.

“did you drive?” you asked steven, standing up and pulling your bag onto your shoulder, instantly feeling the strain in your back.

“yeah,” steven took the bag straight back off you. “have you eaten?”

you nodded.

“have you eaten a meal?” he rephrased.

you shook your head. “didn’t have time.”

“we can order mcdonald’s to the hotel.”

grinning at the thought, you yelled one final goodbye to brian.

“twelve, y/n! don’t be late!” he called. “and steven,”

you both turned around.

“don’t keep her up half the night, please. she’s skating tomorrow, so, make sure she can use her legs.”

giggling again while steven turned red, you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the doors, cold night air hitting you straight in the face. since you were little, you always said ice rinks were not cold inside. there was air conditioning, for gods sake. underneath the ice was cold but why - why on earth - would it be cold inside?

you shivered when the air hit your skin, realising your tight training top might not have been enough coverage to face the night’s cold. you hoped steven wasn’t parked far away. you took your bag from him as he reached into his pocket for the keys.

“so, what hurts?” he asked, unlocking the car.

“fuck,” you opened the door and got in, dumping the bag at your feet. “what doesn’t hurt would be a shorter list.”

steven laughed; “give me an example.”

“well, my ass hurts like a bitch - thanks a lot, triple axel. my ankle hurts, i think i landed on it wrong or something. i need to put more tape on my shoulder as well, i was trying to do my spiral and i swear to god steven, it felt like the muscle was literally tearing apart.

“i don’t think it healed right from when i dislocated it last season, i’ll have to ask someone about that. then my hip, i fell on it. get this - it wasn’t even a good fall. i wasn’t jumping, i just - oh my god, it’s so embarrassing - i was doing my step sequence, yeah? at the bit with the twizzles, i just absolutely fucking decked it. like, literally straight on the floor. brian just about pissed himself laughing.

“could you imagine if i do that tomorrow? oh my god. i think i’d retire. i always tell the little kids at training, the ones who are only starting singles, that even the pros fall, but… fucking hell, i don’t think yuzuru hanyu casually trips up over twizzles.

“my hands are cut up, as well. i forgot to put my gloves in my bag, so there’s a bunch of little scratches and they burn like hell. i think i’m dehydrated as well, i only drank two bottles of water today. that’s not good, is it?

“oh, and i have a headache. and i’m hungry. and tired, and i missed my boys all day, so…”

you adored how steven just let you ramble. it felt so natural with him - like you opened your mouth and the words just came tumbling out.

“we’ve missed you, too,” he moved his spare hand to your thigh. “and falling on twizzles is exactly something yuzuru hanyu would do, i think.”

smiling, you looked at him. he was focused on the road, although there was barely any traffic. three years. three whole years you had been with him, but the first date still felt like yesterday.

it hadn’t been awkward, not necessarily, but you had been a little surprised when an english guy had shown up to a date you were convinced an american had asked you on. steven didn’t seem to recognise you, which surprised you even more, but you put that down to nerves.

but after he had totally ghosted you after the first date, it made you a little sad, sure, but you weren’t too affected by it. until he showed up at your flat a week later, the american accent making it’s return, and asked you out to dinner again - then and there.

you were lucky you didn’t have training, actually, because over that dinner he explained to you his situation - how he had DID and a few things needed taken care of, but he was back and extremely interested in you. marc was a little nervous to tell you about his mental state, but you had embraced it with open arms - how couldn’t you? both men were lovely in their own ways, about both were certainly your type.

so it had began there, and by date number six you were finally taken to bed, not by marc - but steven. it was perfect, the perfect night. the morning after he asked you to go out with him, and how could you say no?

what you didn’t see was marc’s face in the mirror that morning. his jaw was slack, staring at steven in slight disbelief. he was sure he would have been the one to get you into bed, the first time at least.

“you owe me a tenner, mate,” steven had mumbled, careful for you not to hear.

three whole years since that first time, you thought, staring at him.

he pulled into a parking space outside the hotel, making sure it was close to the entrance. god forbid his girl was cold.

before you could, steven picked up your bag for you again, and pressed a peck to your lips.

you were so goddamn lucky.

-

the rink was buzzing with spectators from all across the world, coming to see the skaters perform.

so far, you were taking a lead after the short programme. you were set to skate last in the free programme, but you knew you were only so far ahead because of your presentation abilities.

yes, every jump had landed well (sometimes with extra bonus points), but it was the step sequences and stage presence of yours that had the audience hooked on your every move. it seemed as though the judges were, too.

waiting for your group to be let on the ice was hellish, but the six minute warmup was hardly ever enough for you. normally, skaters who did poorly in the short programme skated first, in groups of five or six. so, being last to skate meant not only did you have to sit through all of their programmes, but everyone else in your groups.

everyone who had their triple axel.

unzipping your countries training jacket, you smoothed down your dress.

it was exactly how your programme sounded - elegant and sultry, but flirty and fun, sure to captivate the audience. that’s how the designer put it, anyway.

the dress was mainly black, with a red layer underneath that matched the diamantés that came from a sheer black sleeve on the right side, up to your neck, and fell like a waterfall.

your hair was down - something most skaters didn’t do. but then again, you weren’t most skaters.

only getting to attempt the axel a few times before the six minutes was up, your success rate still didn’t look favourable. you popped one, rotating twice before giving up, fell out of another and you weren’t even brave enough to try the third, turning it into a quad toeloop instead.

the announcer called that the six minutes was up, and you skated around the rink one last time before stepping off and over to brian.

“i need to take it out,” you mumbled, putting your guards on and slipping your jacket over your shoulders.

“if you need to, yes. replace it with a quad salchow.”

you nodded, eyes darting around the room, falling on… how was his hair done? oh, marc. he waved to you, smiling. you waved back, interrupted by the announcement of who was skating.

her music was classical, romeo and juliet. the programme was good until her fourth jump, where she fell. you hated that you were relieved, but that’s the way it was in sports. but, another part of you was relieved that someone else in your group fell, and you wouldn’t be the only one.

the four minutes went by quicker than you would have hoped, giving you no time to think until you were fourth in the que to skate.

“one hundred and twelve point seven two.” her score was announced, the electronic board moving her name into first place.

you took a deep breath. gold seeming far out of your reach by this point, all three girls in front of you had steady, stable, reliable triple axels. and all their quads.

i am fucked, you thought, rubbing your temple.

the girl who was skating next, the current world champion, had chosen classical music as well - was that a theme this season?

her first just was a triple axel. you almost laughed when she landed it perfectly, the imagine of silver or bronze slowly fading in your mind.

unexpectedly, she fell. her quad flip wasn’t so reliable anymore, apparently.

you didn’t like seeing other people fall - not by any far stretch - but in a sport this competitive, you had to separate the person from the athlete. sure, she was a lovely girl with an amazing career ahead of her, but she was also someone stopping you from winning.

the music stopped, and before you processed that she was off the ice, her score was announced;

“one hundred and thirty point nine three.”

your eyes went wide. “i cannot do that triple, brian.”

he turned to you, nodding. “if everything is going well by the last jump, try it. your technical and presentation will put you in bronze.”

“i really need to get this axel, man,” you sighed. “next season, it’ll be the only thing stopping me if i don’t get it soon.”

brian hummed in response, but it was drowned out by the start of the music - not so classical this time.

you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, hands clammy and shaky. taking a few deep breaths, you looked to the audience - steven met your eyes. you knew it was him.

there was no point mouthing anything, he couldn’t lipread for shit. neither could you - in all fairness. he seemed to notice your anxiety, sending you one of his famous smiles and making a heart with his hands, before blowing you a kiss.

it was such a simple gesture, but somehow it made you feel mountains better. no matter what happened, you already had your prize. you already had your boys, who would be with you forever.

“one hundred and fifty nine point five seven.” the call broke your trance.

there was only one person left to skate before you. the calmness that had washed over you was quickly disappearing, the tide of serenity pulling further and further away.

judging by the upward trajectory these scores were on, even with falls, your hopes of a medal almost melted. all of these girls had jumped - and landed - their triple axel, fuck, the girl in from of you was even trying for a quad next season.

classical music must have been a theme this season, because swan lake filling the rink, the slow melody lacing with your thoughts and clouding your brain.

you had four minutes.

“i’ll be back in a second, going for a smoke,” you mumbled to brain.

thank god the fire exit was only a few steps away, you couldn’t waste the precious seconds until you had to skate.

pulling the pack of cigarettes out of your back pocket and picking one out, you lit it and look a long, needed drag.

smoking was undoubtedly your worst stress reliever. but when a quickie, three hours of reality tv or chinese takeaway was not an option, the quick rush of nicotine just had to do.

it helped with the shaking hands, in all fairness. and the breathing, and the clammy palms. it wasn’t something you did too often, only smoking once in the morning and a few times throughout the day.

what? marc and steven were persuading you to quit. you used to smoke a lot more, back in the early days of your relationship.

flicking the end, you watched the ash fall from the cigarette and onto the pavement below. this was what you needed - a three minute break from people watching, people cheering. nerves and huge crowds did not mix well.

speaking of huge crowds, the applause from inside the building was loud enough to have you crouching down and putting out the cigarette, almost running back inside and up to brian.

“well?”

“no falls,” he sighed. “but she under-rotated her quad toe.”

you nodded, taking your jacket off once more and handing it to brian. the nicotine may have pushed your nerves down, but they were pushing back.

the girl stepped off the ice and along to the kiss and cry, waiting for her scores. you walked to the opening, pulling your guards off and stepping on the ice - it was rough, bumpy from all the skaters before you.

skating laps around the rink, trying to get your bearings, you didn’t try to do anything crazy. a lazy waltz jump and a few turns forward to backward, you were awaiting the girls scores as much as she was.

“one hundred and fifty nine point three four.” she was in second. that under-rotation must have been bad.

making your way to brian, he took both of your hands in his. “do the axel if you can. tight core, stay level, check yourself.”

you nodded.

“let’s go,” he beamed.

double high-fiving him (it was something you had done for years), you skated back from the barrier.

“representing [country], y/n l/n!” the same announcer called.

you waved to the crowds, turning in every direction before moving to the centre, facing the judges.

just your luck, marc (his smile had changed, you noticed) was sat on the same side as the judges. he moved his hand up and down his chest, taking a deep breath, signalling for you to do the same.

and you did, you took a deep breath, hit your thighs to wake up the muscle, got into position and waiting for the music to start.

one, two, three, four, five, six, go.

“this is y/n l/n skating, she’s last to skate after an amazing short programme.” the commentator said into the microphone.

“yep, her short was amazing to watch, but i hear she hasn’t got her triple axel yet, you know?” the other commentator said.

no one in the rink could hear them, only people watching on tv.

“really?”

“unfortunately, yes. after the olympics she tweeted how work had just started on trying to stabilise it.”

they watched your movements for a few seconds.

“and here comes the first element, a lovely layback to beilman spin. would you look at that - perfect! she’s not travelling to much, either, which is good.”

“look at that smile,” the commentator laughed. “the stage presence! truly a rare thing to see in skating these days.”

“agreed, john, agreed. here’s that step sequence, that’s a level five, i think?”

“yeah, level five is about right, marie.”

your heart was beating out of you chest, everything about your body was hot, shaky, terrified. not of the competition, but of the jumps. you couldn’t afford to pop, fall, under-rotate, over-rotate. nothing. they had to be perfect.

“here comes her first jump,” john checked the paper in front of him. “quad toe, triple salchow.”

cross, cross, check, jump, land.

“she’s done it! quad toeloop executed brilliantly, you’ll see the GOE go up for that one, i’d think.”

you smiled, barely having landed before preparing for the next jump. you didn’t need the crossovers here, you were already in perfect position.

check, jump, land.

“and the triple salchow, looking wonderful as ever. that’s a green GOE, as well, probably.”

you weren’t so nervous now, the flow of the programme finally settling in. now it was time to have fun.

presentation was something you relied on heavily, sure you could jump and spin but what good would it be without entertainment? something to keep the audience watching, not just looking? and it did you favours in points, too.

lifting your leg high off the ground for your first spiral, you skated straight past the judges, hoping to god you were on the right edge.

“here comes the next spin, it’s a Y-frame, i think.”

the spectators turned into little blobs of colour, brian’s praise from behind the barrier fading into nothing but white noise. seven rotations, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen- check out.

“still no travel on her spins, john. she’s really pulling through on this programme.” marie said, looking at her colleague.

“sure, but will she try the axel? that’s the real question here.”

it was something you were asking yourself, in all fairness. it didn’t matter now, though, you had another jump coming up.

cross, cross, check, jump, land.

“fabulous quad loop there! if you go back and watch her last season, even the triple loop was looking shaky, this is a huge improvement!”

cheers surrounding you, but they were almost drowned out by the music. you could see brian jumping up and down in your peripheral - he was always so enthusiastic about his students, especially on their harder jumps.

“a choreo sequence coming up, i think.” john said.

you moved to the music, routine so ingrained in your memory that you would probably still be able to do it in twenty years. never taking the smile off your face, you turned to the judges, walking towards them like you were on a catwalk, before suddenly turning backward, getting ready for the next jump.

“quad salchow, double axel, triple loop. difficult combination here, this will go well for y/n if she lands it.”

cross, cross, check, jump, land.

one jump done - but as soon as you were out of the air you were back in it, reminding yourself to keep the double axel a double and not over-rotate.

two jumps down.

for the last one, instead of pulling your arms into your chest, you raised them above your head - a rippon. one of the easiest ways to get more points, if you were confident enough.

“yes, yes, yes!” brain screamed as you skated past.

there can’t have been more than ninety seconds left.

“her last spin coming, it’s a flying camel into a sit spin.” marie read.

this was one of the easiest spins for you - you probably could have done it sleeping. the fear of what came next would have kept you awake, though.

one more step sequence, then the triple axel.

fuck, you thought. i’ll do it. surely the technical would be high enough for bronze by now.

“now, here’s the axel. this will be her first official triple axel attempt, which is good considering how quickly she’s gotten her quads. but let’s just see if she actually tries it.”

the music seemed to fade out, all you could hear was your heartbeat and the scraping of your blades against the ice.

cross, cross, check, jump, land.

you pulled one foot behind the other. cross. and again. cross. raising your foot to your ankle, you twisted your arms round and leaned into your edge. check.

“she’s doing it!”

letting speed build, you swapped onto the other foot, propelling yourself forward. jump….

land.

your blade hit the ice so hard you thought it might have shattered. the crows around you erupted, but no louder than brian, who yelled and jumped like a child on christmas.

“and she’s done it! y/n l/n has her triple axel!”

you couldn’t help but have a small celebration straight after, punching the air, the for-show smile becoming genuine.

the last few seconds of your routine went by in a haze, until you found yourself back in the centre and facing the judges, pulling your body into the finishing pose.

chest heaving, you could hear ringing in your ears as the music stopped, leaving nothing but the cheering crowd as background noise. your eyes fell on marc, who was out of his seat, clapping so hard you half expected his hands to fall of.

“that’s my girl!” he yelled, ignoring the stinging in his palms.

teddy bears and flowers were thrown onto the ice - something that was a custom for fan favourites to receive. after every skate, you always made sure that you collected every teddy, every bouquet, every letter. you owed it all to those people, so why not take their gifts?

a small bear fell right next to you, and you bent down to pick it up, noticing instantly that the bear was dressed in a tiny version of your own dress, stitching on the foot reading “y/n l/n, olympian!”. you couldn’t stop the tears from welling in your eyes.

turning again to the other direction, you waved and bowed, before grabbing the nearest bouquet and skating to the side of the ice.

brian waiting with open arms, face red with excitement. he embraced you as soon as you were close enough, lifting you off of your feet and bouncing you.

“you did it! you did it!” he yelled over the crowd.

“i did,” you beamed. “i did!”

a tv camera was pointed in your face, which would normally irritate you, but you were on top of the world. seeing a sharpie on the barrier, you placed the bouquet down and picked the pen up, walking to the lens and drawing a love heart.

“i love you!” you yelled into the camera, blowing kisses.

brian led you to the kiss and cry as you pulled your guards on, one hand still holding the mini-you bear.

a medal didn’t matter to you in that moment. you had done everything you needed to do - landed every jump. even the one you were certain you weren’t going to land.

the wait between sitting down and getting your scores felt like an eternity.

“were you sure you’d do it?” brian asked.

“no!” you laughed. “look at this,”

you showed him the bear, to which he awed and pointed out that it even had the same coloured eyes as yours.

“the scores, please.” the announcement caught your attention.

“y/n l/n has earned in the long programme, a total of one hundred and seventy two point nine nine points. she is in first place.”

the world went quiet. for a moment. first place? that meant… that meant…

“gold!” you screamed, jumping out of your seat, and embracing brian again.

“gold!” he screamed back, pulling away and holding your shoulders, pure joy on his face.

you turned to the camera, face in pure shock (little did you know this would be a meme for the next six months), words not quite coming to you, but tears forming in your eyes.

there’s was another announcement, something about medal ceremony, but you didn’t hear - you were focused on something new.

“i need to find marc,” you beamed to brian.

you almost ran out of the kiss and cry, people congratulating you the whole way along the side of the rink, until your eyes fell on marc, who was ten or so meters away.

“marc!” you yelled, getting his attention.

you ran to him, not caring about the cameras following you. finally reaching him, you jumped - literally - into his arms, feeling him spin you around, his grip tight around your waist (something else that would trend on fan twitter, causing you to google what an “otp” and “bi panic couple” meant).

“you did it, baby, you did it!” he praised into your ear, setting you down.

choosing to kiss him instead of a response, you felt the heat of his lips transfer to yours, warm and homely.

“i’m so proud of you,” steven said after you pulled apart. “sorry, just had to tell you that myself, right now.”

“don’t apologise,” you pulled him in for another kiss.

“i’m proud of you, too,” marc pulled you into a tight hug. “so, so, so proud, sweetheart.”

tears fell - happy tears - as you looked at him, his hands on either side of your face. this was everything you ever wanted.

this was everything you ever wanted.

[dumbntough]

Late Night Dancing - Johnny Knoxville

Nightmares were normal for you. You didnt get them every night but when you did, it was hard to fall back asleep.

Tonight was no exception.

You opened your eyes, panting, a light, cold sweat thinly covering your body. You felt Johnnys grasp on your waist tighten slightly, causing him to sigh in his sleep. You looked to him, his mouth slightly agape as he let out quiet snores. You smiled softly as his unconscious expression was peaceful.

You turned your head to the other side, seeing it was just past 2 in the morning and let out a quiet sigh, knowing that in just a few hours you both had to wake up to go film with Jeff and the rest of the crew. You chewed on your lip as you gently grabbed onto his wrist, lifting it up to give you enough room to shimmy out of his arms, letting your feet fall onto the cold, hardwood floor, bringing goosebumps up your whole body.

You stood up, fixing one of his shirts you were wearing so that it wasnt rolled up past your stomach. You stepped towards the door, being carefully of the creaky wood, just in case he were to wake up from the noise. The last thing you wanted was for him to be mad at you for waking him up.

You stepped out of the room and down the stairs, seeing the moonlight shine through the sliding door that led to the backyard. You looked out at the firepit, thinking about all the times you'd host bonfires with all the boys after filming sometimes. It'd be a night full of beer and just talking and laughing, occasionally filming some stupid prank they thought of on the spot.

Itd mostly consist of smacking Ehren, getting in the pool some stupid way, or making Dave eat something gross and ending up kicking him in the balls. You shook your head at the thought and made your way to the kitchen, turning on the light above the stove and walking to a cupboard, grabbing a glass before filling it with tap water. Not your first pick, but its what you had readily available without doing a whole lot of work.

You leaned against the sink, looking out the window facing the driveway, letting out a small sigh. You always had problems sleeping, you just never thought it was that big of deal up until you got together with Johnny. He would make comments about your sleeping habits or about the fact you'd need at least 3 energy drinks a day at least just so that you wouldnt fall asleep when you were stuck in the office.

You closed your eyes as you took the last drink of your water, setting the empty glass in the sink. As you turned to shut off the stove night, you saw Johnny lazily leaning against the doorframe, staring at you with a tired look in his eyes and a lazy smirk on his face. You felt your face grow red and hot from just getting caught awake this early in the morning.

"Sorry, I was just about to come back up." you whispered as you looked back up at his face, trying your hardest to not look at his half naked figure, only wearing a pair of his boxers, his normal sleepwear that you could never get over.

"Don't worry about that sweetheart," he mumbled, his tired tone making the warmth from your cheeks travel to the tips of your ears and down to your neck. You felt his hands find your waist, pulling you into his chest as he moved his face down into your shoulder, "Couldnt sleep again doll?" he asked quietly as your hands laid on his forearms, slowly moving up his biceps then around his neck, you let your arms wrap around him as you shook your head, closing your eyes.

He didnt say anything after that, just swaying both of your bodies to the music that wasnt playing, making you let out a small giggle. You didnt like talking about the nightmares, mostly because they consisted of him doing the over the top stunts like when he roller skated with the bull, fought Butter Bean. Just any stunt that ended with him having to go to the hospital, you hated it and would constantly worry about him. He understood though, only able to assume what they were about, so he never asked, just glad he was able to comfort you when they woke you up.

He pulled away from her after a few minutes, grabbing his phone connected from the charger. You raised an eyebrow as you watched him, hearing a Johnny Cash song start to play from the phone speaker. You held back a laugh as he turned back to you, reaching a hand out for you to take. You gave him a small smirk as you took his hand, letting out a small laugh as he pulled you in, his free hand resting on your waist just above your hip. You moved your free hand to his shoulder, just looking up into his eyes.

He started to hum to the song, slowly singing to it to you quietly, making you giggle and tip your head back as he danced you both around the room. He wasnt the best at singing, but it didnt stop him from trying to keep you happy. It was a sweet moment that not a lot of people were able to see. It was a moment that was meant for just the both of you and that was how you liked it.

On the last line of the song, he held you out at arms length, a smirk on his lips once again as he spun you back into his chest and dipped you, his hand that was once on your waist now holding onto the back of your knee. You let out a laugh as his head moved into your neck, letting his lips trail soft, small kisses down to your collar bone.

He brought you back up, both hands on your waist as he left a small, sweet kiss onto your lips which you greatly reciprocated.

"I love you, doll." He whispered quietly, leaning his forehead against yours.

"I love you too PJ." you smiled, closing your eyes.

[klitzcore]

hi darling!! i was wondering if i could get some headcanons for dating nick flynn (+ first kiss as a bonus if you’re feeling up to it?) thank you <33

Character: Nick Flynn!

prompt: Nick Flynn relationship HC's + First Kiss!

A/N: love me a toxic man! this one was tough to write, very emotional!

Nick isn't the worst boyfriend, but he also isn't the best. He truly tries a lot of the time but he does slip up.

You'll invite him over to your apartment if he needs to get away from everyone, or if he's afraid he might go out and do something.

He lets you hold him. He doesn't like being weak infront of others, he's always had to be the strong one. But when you hold him in your arms, protecting him from anyone else, like no one has before. Nick feels himself melt into your arms, and more than a couple tears slip out.

You hate how much he gets into fights, but you're always there to patch him up after. Whether its you tilting his head back to properly ice his face, he'll whine and say things like "this fucking hurts!"

Sometimes you'll have to go pick him up at bars, or in other places. You'll throw an arm over his shoulder and drag him to your car. He'll exclaim "no I dont want to leave, take me back!" when you get home. Of course you'll drag him inside, absolutely refusing to let him go back.

In those situations, you make him sleep on the couch. You don't leave him alone, you'll sit on the couch, his head in your lap. You'll help him undress, helping him shed his jacket and flannel, pants. You'll keep his undershirt on, along with his boxers. You cover him with a blanket.

You'll card your hand through his hair, and he'll look up at you. Sometimes he'll gently grab your wrist, just wanting to feel your present.

When he's drunk, the feelings come out in full. He'll spill to you about his past, his current issues and struggles.

Eventually, when you do convince him to get help, it's hard. He hates it, being sober is one of the hardest things sometimes.

But you're with him every step of the way.

He likes indoor dates, as he grows cleaner, he doesn't enjoy the sights of bars. So you two will stay at home, doing things together. Cooking, baking.. all while his music is playing.

He gets frustrated when he writes often. You'll sit across from him, and put your hands over his. Nick will look at you, eyes softening from their previously sour state.

His dad is a very sensitive topic, he doesn't like talking about him. But he does talk about his mother when he needs to, she's his hero.

He gets sarcastic at times and snappy at times, and you're very quick to shut him down.

When you eventually do have an emotional break, it's like a chord snaps inside of you. The two of you will just be laying in bed, and his head will be cradled against your chest, you holding him.

Then, from seemingly nowhere, the tears fall. Silently. You'll start to cry, biting your lip as not to make any noise. You didn't like crying infront of him, you didn't want him to be sad but god it was so hard.

He notices when you inhale quickly, and how you're slightly shaking. He'll back up almost immediately, afraid that if he touched you, you would turn into dust between his hands.

Or that he might make a mistake, like he did last time.

Nick will sit you up, and you'll crawl into his arms, crying into his chest. He'll wrap his arms around you and place his hand on the back of your head, carding his hand through your hair like you'd do for him. He'll take your hand in his and give it comforting squeezes.

When you look at him, eyes red and puffy, his heart breaks. It hurts him so much to see you cry. So he'll do what he thinks is right, physical affection.

He realizes that this will be the first kiss in the relationship, after dating for 3 months.

Nick will bring his face closer to yours, lips almost touching before he says "I was always told by my mom to ask.. can I?"

You'll nod yes gently. Then softly, he places his lips on yours. He'll put a hand on the side of your face, holding you in a fragile way.

After you two part, he looks at you and says "I know I'm a lot.. Sometimes... Not sometimes, a lot of the time. but, I love you. a lot, thank you for taking care of me. Now let me take care of you." before he pulls your head into his chest, laying back down.