#and I started to lose track of them I'm sorry whoops

[antisociallilbrat]

Reddie Vs Byler

Okay I am once again here with a take that may not be that popular but I think it's worth a conversation. If you have a different opinion please feel free to comment on this post or inbox me.

So I've said this before but I'll say it again: I have been in the It fandom since the beginning of it, Sept 2017, and I crossed into the St fandom later that year but didn't start actively posting about it until about a year ago.

Point is I've seen some shit.

I've compared these two fandoms before and their behaviors but I want to specifically talk about Reddie and Byler, two ships that are the biggest in their respective fandoms. (I know Byler's spot for the number one ship may be rivaled by ships like St Steddie but they're still up there in popularity.)

Reddie in the It fandom has been big since the beginning, and only grew bigger (maybe 'exploded' is a better term) after the 2019 movie. You can see why it's popular, it features two of the most loved characters in the fandom, the dynamics are fun, and it inspires great fanart/fics. Look, I've never been the biggest Reddie shipper but I can recognize this as fact.

Let's talk about the shippers real quick. There are a lot of Reddie shippers that are great but the ship is not without people that cause discourse- especially in the early days of the It fandom. I think any big ship has these people, it comes with the territory of being a 'big' ship.

Back in the early days of the It fandom, when the fandom was more alive, there were Reddie shippers who didn't like Kaspbrough or Stozier and would make that known. Those ships are the two that would rival Reddie the most so it makes sense those ships weren't liked by some of them. Also Kaspbrough which features Bill and again, some, Reddie shippers did not like Bill but that's another conversation.

But here's the thing: even if Reddie had a few of those...problematic shippers, the overall ship space of it was relatively safe. There has never been shipping discourse in the It fandom like how it is in the St fandom. Here's a post I made on why that probably is a while back, but to some it up; it's just widely accepted that all the Losers love each other and every ship is valid and because of that there's never been a lot 'anti certain ship' rhetoric.

Now onto Byler. There is so much anti ship rhetoric and a lot shipping discourse but to say it's all the Byler shipper's fault would be frankly ridiculous. Shipping discourse and the Stranger Things fandom walk hand in hand at the this point, despite how much I wish that wasn't the case.

No matter what you ship in the St fandom, there are going to be people who hate you for it and focus all their energy on talking shit about the ship and trying to bully down shippers of it. I truly don't understand these people because why focus on being a dick and tearing people down for shipping a ship you don't like instead of focusing on the ship you do like? I don't get it, why be a jerk?

Yes there are Byler shippers like this but the same can said for every ship in St fandom. You can't really point a finger at a ship and call all it's shippers bad because it's a moot point. Also to look at couple bad seeds and then call the whole demographic 'bad' it's so...dumb and wrong.

But the point of this post is to compare Byler and Reddie. I can't really talk about the shipping discourse around just Byler because I would have to talk about it around every ship in the St fandom and how it all connects and intertwines...that's just another post in itself.

The only reason I brought it up in the first place was to highlight the shipping discourses with Byler vs how it is with Reddie. Moving on.

There is one huge difference with the Reddie and Byler and that's Reddie is canon. Keep in mind it's only firmly canon in the movie canon, but canon is canon.

Byler on the other hand has yet to become canon. It feels like the natural progression of Will and Mike's story arc depending on how they handle it but at the end of the day, we simply don't know what will happen with the 'canon' of this ship.

You could equate Reddie's 'boom' of shippers after the 2019 movie because it became canon. Who's to say the same won't happen with Byler after season 5? If it becomes canon?

Another thing- Reddie shippers for the most part didn't expect the ship to become canon, it just didn't seem like a thing that would happen honestly. That being said they also didn't care if it didn't become canon, that wouldn't take away from the enjoyment of the ship for them. There wasn't a ton of concrete 'canon' build up to it, just speculation and theories that paid off when Reddie surprisingly became canon. When you look at Byler, there is some 'canon' buildup for it so it's not unreasonable for people to think it can happen. Reddie happened didn't it?

But let's take 'canon' out the equation real quick because I want to get to the point that started the idea of this post in my head.

Unlike Byler, Reddie has never had a real ship it was pitted against. It didn't come from a fandom where ship vs ship was common unlike Byler. I mentioned Stozier and Kaspbrough and the few bad seeds of the Reddie shippers but even with that it still didn't really happen. Probably because *romantic* Stozier and Kaspbrough were only popular in fanon and not canon.

Byler shippers do have a heavy ship they're pitted against, which honestly is a fandom issue, and that's where so much of the discourse comes from. They have justifications for wanting their ship to be canon and sometimes they have to beg to be heard.

On the other hand, the 'bad seeds' of the Byler shippers are much more numerous than they ever where with Reddie shippers and they contribute a just as much as any other St ship's 'bad seeds' to the shipping discourse and the reason for that is simple. Byler has a bigger mainstream audience, it's a so much bigger than Reddie even when Reddie was in its hayday. Logically, the more people who ship a ship, the more bad seeds there's going to be.

Okay I'm done, I ended up rambling a lot and I'm sorry. Thank you if you actually read this.

[noccor]

I’ve been through a real rough patch with my body confidence lately. I’m pretty hairy which never bothered me but I’m also starting to gain weight. Any health tips you can share? 🙏

⚠️ Warning, this post will be long as I can't just give you a 3 line answer. I'm sorry to hear you've been having a hard time. That really sucks. And, keep the body hair! Nothing wrong with that. I am not a health expert, I've been doing some form of regular sport for 10 years now, but please do not take my advice as gospel. You should do some research and only take advice from qualified individuals, not influencers. Since you told me you want to lose weight, I can tell you the techniques I used.

If you have any medical issues, including with your mental health or if someone is pressuring you to lose weight, stop reading this right now, and go and speak to a medical professional or someone you can trust as soon as possible. Any lifestyle change requires a healthy and supportive environment, the same one you deserve.

I am a big fan of Jeremy Ethier's Built With Science. Jeremy is a sports scientist, he knows what he's talking about, and his programs for me have been beneficial. I follow his intermediate build program and use a tool from his program to help me lose weight by calculating a healthy calory deficit. I then log (to the best of my ability) my daily food intake into the free Virtuagym food app, which helps me keep on track. The app also offers diet advice, which is almost exact to the tool I use to calculate deficit, so that might be a good place to start. Here's a link to the food tracking app: https://virtuagym.com/food

With Jeremy's tool, I entered my goal and a start weight. I do daily weigh-ins to calculate averages (this is more effective than weekly ones as your bodyweight can alter drastically day on day!) - and followed the macro intakes (carb, protien, fat) and calorie recomendations it gave me - using the food app to track them. You can find tools like this everywhere.

It took me about 4-6 weeks to build a habit of logging my calories and doing daily weigh-ins to calculate a weekly average weight, so, be kind to yourself as this is a tough habit to pick up! Sometimes I skip a day if I eat out too much, but don't do this every day like I did for the first month 😂

With this in mind, I stuck to my usual routine. I didn't do anything special. No extra cardio, no extra weights. The first week I kept to my typical diet. I noticed how quickly I was going over all my limits as I was eating a packet of chocolate peanuts every other day (whoops). I made some adjustments and focused on having good, balanced meals. I cut out snacks and found healthy alternatives like, mini cucumbers for when I really needed something to chew on. After 2-3 weeks, I got into a good habit with my diet, and I was also noticing my weight going down, slowly but surely.

I've stuck to this, and for now, it's working. Once I'm happy I can use the tool, I have to switch to a different goal like, gaining weight, maintaining weight, gaining muscle etc.

Whatever journey you choose, be kind, love yourself at every step, and be persistent. There is no such thing as quick fixes. These things take time and patience.

I hope you can learn to feel comfortable in your body no matter what, and wish you the best on whatever journey you choose!

[toutallyahoe]

Everybody Talks ~ Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyuu) pt 1

requested by: --

a/n: i forgot to post this here, lmao whoops

but anyways, had to split this because tumblr cant support 7000+ words asdfghjkll

this is my longest one shot so far, please enjoy it. em begging thee

part one | part two | part three

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"Hey baby won't you look my way?

I can be your new addiction,"

There it goes again, the annoying song that he was already very familiarized with as it was the very same song that his soulmate had been listening non-stop for the past few days. Iwaizumi Hajime doesn't know if his soulmate had a different time zone than his (thirteen hours difference to be exact) or just a psychopath listening to the loud song for the whole night that the dark haired male could barely sleep. And it had been almost a week already!

"Hey baby what you gotta say?

All you're giving me is fiction,"

Hajime doesn't even understood the song that much despite it's catchy tune. It was in, on what he assumed, was english. Yes, it was very catchy song at first as the beat was very enjoyable and the singer had a nice voice— but listening to the song for almost one week straight? It can drive anyone insane. And Iwaizumi Hajime had to deal with listening to the song over and over again in non-stop repeat because of his (probably) psychopath soulmate listen to it in full volume.

"I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time,"

The dark haired male was rather a bit thankful that the volume of the song he was hearing was a bit bearable as whatever song anyone's soulmate was listening too, it was projected to the other about only eighty percent the noise. Still, the song was loud and Hajime wonders if his soulmate would go deaf with how loud the song was playing on their end. Well, if they weren't going deaf already.

"I found out that everybody talks,

Everybody talks, everybody talks,

It started with a whisper!"

Sighing, Hajime stared at the ceiling of his room, a small frown on his lips. God, his soulmate was lowkey an asshole for making him listen to the same song over and over again for the past few days. If he ever finds his soulmate, the dark haired male was sure to beat them up— or at least, be angry at them for making him listen to a song that he could barely sleep.

"And that was when I kissed her!

And then she made my lips hurt!"

Looking at the alarm clock on top of his nightstand beside his bed, the dark haired male let out another annoyed grunt as he saw the time. It was already midnight and he still had school to attend to tomorrow. Not to mention volleyball practice early in the morning aswell.

God, for a moment, Hajime hated the soulmate bond so, so much.

"I could hear the chit chat!

Take me to your love shack!"

But Iwaizumi Hajime also remembered that his soulmate rather had a nice taste in music that even made him listen to his soulmates favorite bands— or at least he assumes they were their favorite bands.

Hajime was stuck with the soulmate bond that let's him hear the song what his soulmate was listening too, and it reminded the dark haired male that his soulmate was somehow sharing a part of themselves to him.

"Mamas always gotta back track!

When everybody talks back!"

Sighing again, Hajime wished he would just smack his soulmate right now.

  

"Hey honey you could be my drug?

You could be my new prescription,"

Hajime let out an annoyed grunt as he just finished serving and stood outside the court. It was unfortunately out of bounds as he put too much pressure on hitting the ball, but Hajime could barely care about it right now.

"Too much could be an overdose!

All this trash talk make me itchin'!"

Jesus fucking Christ, it was practically by the end of the day, but his soulmate was still listening to the song? The dark haired male now fully believed his soulmate was a psychopath. Period.

"Oh my, my,

Everybody talks, everybody talks,

Everybody talks, too much..."

"Woah, losing your edge there ace!" Hajime turned his head to whoever had said those words and saw it was a fellow third year and (unfortunately) friend of his, Hanamaki Takahiro. The light brown (pink-ish?) haired male had an eyebrow raised towards him but an amused smirk on his lips with his arms crossed over his chest.

"You okay there? Or are you getting old already?" Takahiro snickered as Hajime rolled his eyes at the wing spiker. The light brown (salmon???) haired player was always a bit of a tease along with another third year, Matsukawa Issei. Speaking of the middle blocker, it seemed like the black haired middle blocker also decided to come and join on annoying the dark haired ace.

"You've been also more annoyed than usual," Issei pointed out as he stood next to his light brown (pastel pink???) haired friend with his arms crossed on his chest aswell. "Love the eye bags, by the way," Issei continued as he grinned while Takahiro snickered more at his comment.

"Oh, shut up," Hajime had grunted as he rubbed the temple on his head. The dark haired ace was already tired from the lack of sleep and practicing volleyball even if he do love the sport. He can't deal with his teams bullshit right now.

"Iwa-chan can't sleep because of his soulmate!" Yelled the volleyball captain of the males volleyball club of Aoba Johsai, Oikawa Tōru, who was unfortunately the dark haired male's best friend since childhood from across the court. How did he know what the three were talking about? No one would ever know other than knowing the captain enjoyed gossip and doesn't care if he even gets caught listening to conversations that doesn't include him. Oikawa Tōru had no shame.

Sighing again, Hajime was so fucking done. Of course the chocolate brown haired male would know about his soulmate problem even if he doesn't say anything about it. For some odd reason, Tōru had a sixth sense with him and his soulmate. How annoying.

"Because of your soulmate...?" Takahiro asked, confused. The confusion on his face was immediately then replaced with an amused look as a shit eating grin was replaced the smirk on his lips. Hajime already felt the headache coming.

"That's pretty kinky, not gonna lie," Takahiro said with no shame whatsoever. Obviously his imaginations running wild from the chocolate brown haired male's shout about Hajime and his soulmate. Issei could only chuckle at his friend's words as they both look at the dark haired ace who was slowly losing his sanity and patience.

"But seriously, Iwaizumi. What's the deal with your soulmate?" Issei asked. Finally something Hajime could actually answer and not be teased by the assholes that he calls his teammates and friends. Unfortunately.

"The dumbass hasn't stopped listening to this one song for almost a week now," Hajime grunted as he could still hear the said song in his mind.

"It started with a whisper!

And that was when I kissed her!

And then she made my lips hurt!"

"Really?" Takahiro said, a bit surprised that a measly song would annoy the dark haired ace. Sure, Iwaizumi Hajime was a bit of a hot headed person but he was a hot headed person who can control his temper— unless it's with Oikawa Tōru, then Hajime would not hesitate to beat the shit outta the chocolate haired captain.

"What's so bad with the song?" And it seemed like the black haired middle blocker agreed aswell as Issei asked that question. The taller male didn't know if he should congratulate their ace's soulmate for making the dark haired male so annoyed and irritated for the past few days or feel bad for Hajime.

"The song isn't the problem," Hajime huffed as he saw both Takahiro and Issei look at him with raised brows. Clearly wanting him to elaborate more since they were confused. Sighing, the dark haired male decided to just come out with it. "They just have been playing the song non-stop and it's driving me insane."

"I could hear the chit chat!

Take me to your love shack!"

"What's the song?" The light brown (peach?!?) haired male had asked. Curious on what Hajime's soulmate was listening to. Can you blame him though? Their ace seemed to be a bit secretive with his soulmate, even if they had been teammates and friends for years. Iwaizumi Hajime didn't seemed to like talking about his soulmate, either it be him not liking them or just likes his privacy. It was probably the latter but who knows?

Sighing again, Hajime gestured the two to follow him to the changing room. The practice was almost over anyways and both Takahiro and Issei had finished their serves earlier ago aswell. The dark haired ace was going to let the two third years hear the song he had been listening to for the past few days with his phone. Hajime, after all, downloaded the song his soulmate had been listening to non-stop.

  

"Mamas always gotta back track!

When everybody talks back!"

Arriving at the changing room with the two males tagging along, Hajime wasted no time going to his assigned locker and opened it up. Taking out his phone and unlocking it, Hajime immediately then went to his music app and searched the song his soulmate had forced him to listen to for almost a week.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day,

When everybody's words got in the way!"

Finding the song, the dark haired ace turned to both his friend and gave them a blank expression as he hit play on the song.

The familiar intro of the song played loud on the device's speaker and it didn't take long for the singer started singing the song that Hajime was song he could sing along perfectly from how much he had heard the song already. The dark haired male had practically memorized the lyrics of the song already and he wasn't even kidding.

"Woah," Issei whistled as he look at the song that was playing in Hajime's phone more closely. "Damn ace, you're soulmate has taste!" The black haired male said. Rather surprised and impressed to the song Hajime's soulmate taste in music.

"It's in english too," Takahiro pointed out. He then turned to look at Issei who looked at him aswell. The two seemed to be communicating without even saying anything, but seeing the furrowed eyebrows and small frown on their lips, Hajime knew what they were thinking.

"Your soulmate is probably in a foreign country..." Takahiro said as he looked back at the dark haired ace. A bit worried but the wing spiker seemed to force a grin on his lips. "That's so cool!"

"Yeah, you're pretty lucky to get a foreign soulmate ace," Issei said. "Imagine getting help with english!" The black haired male chuckled. The two friends continued on listing the positives of having a soulmate who can talk in english and joking about it.

The dark haired ace didn't seemed to listen to the two though.

Hajime knew that there was a huge possibility that his soulmate was in another country than where he was. Soulmates were rarely even in the same cities most of the time, so Hajime fully knows about him maybe not meeting his soulmate. Still, it still hurts to think that his soulmate was far away from him and probably would not meet.

Iwaizumi Hajime didn't considered himself as a hopeless romantic, but it had always been his dream to meet the other person who he had sharing music to since he was seven years old.

There were two reasons why Hajime hated sharing about his soulmates music taste. First was that it hurts to be reminded that Hajime would only hear the song his soulmate was listening to and most of the time those songs were in english and were too loud for his liking. Sure, his soulmate listened to some mellow song aswell like lo-fi and even taking note on songs he listened too aswell, but his soulmate seemed to enjoy the upbeat and loud ones a lot.

Second was that Hajime felt like the music he listened from his soulmate were sacred. It was a silly thing to think but for the dark haired ace, the music and songs his soulmate was listening too, it was only for him to listen to and only him alone.

God, perhaps Iwaizumi Hajime was a hopeless romantic. Or at least, a little bit of a hopeless romantic with how he thinks about some dumb songs his soulmate was listening too.

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[jjmaybanksblog]

Falling For U- John B

Request: hi! Can u do an imagine based on Falling for U by Peachy! And Mxmtoon with prompts 8, 10, and 19? Tysm!!!

Summary: based on Falling For U by Peachy! And Mxmtoon

Word count: 2,371

Prompts:

8. "You make me feel safe."

10. "You've always felt like home."

19. "I just want this. I want you."

I was hangin' with you and then I realized. I didn't think it was true, I was surprised, when I found out I've fallen for you.

John B had invited you over for a private surf lesson after you had told him you've never been. You had just moved to the Outer Banks last year, only recently meeting the Pogue and the rest of his friends. From the moment you met him you were drawn to him. Not for his attractive looks, but for his personality.

You had just met him, but he was always right by your side and ready to help you out through anything you were going through. He had a heart of gold and you adored the boy for that.

You first practiced your movements in the sand, rowing your arms front and back as if you were paddling to a wave. "And… jump up!" John B instructed. He stood by the side of the board, ready to catch you if you slipped. You lifted yourself up and jumped into position, John B's hand holding yours to help you catch your balance.

"Nicely done Y/L/N. Now let's see if you can actually do it in the water." JB led you to the waves, guiding you on how far to go out. He scanned the waves trying to find one for you. He pointed his index finger to an incoming wave as it slowly began to rise, you looked at him with a look of fear."You got this. I'll be right here to help you out." He reassured you. 

You exhaled, "if I drown it's your fault." He sent you a sly grin before saying, "don't worry I know CPR." You jokingly rolled your eyes while ignoring the butterflies you got in your stomach. You faced the wave as you paddled towards it, a tint of pink covered your cheeks as John B whooped and cheered from behind you. "And… jump!" You immediately popped up into position, almost surfing the whole wave before falling into the water.

You popped your head back above water to John B paddling towards you with your board next to him. "You okay?" He asked, pulling you back up onto your board. You wiped the water off of your face before nodding, getting ready to paddle again to a slightly larger wave. "Y/n/n you don't have to surf today, this was just supposed to be a practice." He reminded you. You were absolutely determined to get this. "I got this." You winked at him before paddling to the wave.

JB let you take this one, watching you jump up into position in time. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" You laughed as you skimmed through the wave. John B applauded you as the wave died down revealing pure shock on your face. "And the Pogue princess has done it ladies and gentlemen!" He yelled into his cupped hands as you made it to shore. 

You waited for him to get to you before jumping into his arms. You wrapped yours around his neck as he held you by the waist, spinning you around in glee. "You fucking did it! Holy shit!" He grinned as he put you down. You jumped up and down in excitement. "I know! JJ better watch his back I'm coming up to him." You mumbled, earning a chuckle from him.

"I believe this calls for a celebratory drink." JB held his hand out for you to grab, you gave him a weary look. His glance dropped to his extended hand, his fingers slightly wiggling. You giggled quietly before intertwining your hands together. This time the butterflies were stronger than ever. You slowly pieced together that you were developing feelings for your best friend, which you were not ready to admit. 

I didn't wanna believe my feelings for you. I didn't wanna believe that I could lose you if I told you just how I felt.

"I'm really scared Kie." You admitted, clutching onto one of her pillows on her bed. She sat in front of you and held both of your shoulders, "don't be Y/N! John B won't be phased if he finds out you like him. Plus even if he knows that's not gonna change anything." "That's not what JJ told me." Kie furrowed her eyebrows at you before remembering past events.

JJ told you about the time John B dated a close friend of 5 years for a while but once they broke up they never spoke again. You refused to tell John B how you felt because you were terrified of rejection. You were terrified of him not feeling the same way, or pitying you for not feeling the same way. Then things become awkward and the whole friendship is ruined.

"That was years ago! He's matured a lot now and from the way he looks at you I'm guessing he feels the same as you." You buried your face into the pillow and groaned into the cushion. "Don't do that. Don't give me that." You sighed, clutching onto the pillow. "Don't give you what?" She asked. "Don't give me hope." Kie reassuringly rubbed your back, "It'll all fall into place soon hun, just try to give it time."

♡

"Dude when you see her your face turns pink. You're all like, "oh Y/N! Let me show you what true love is!" JJ exaggerated, putting his hand on his forehead before dramatically flipping his hair. "Shut up man." John B grumbled from behind the steering wheel.

"Honestly dude I don't know what's got you so afraid. Just tell her and don't be a pussy." JJ said to him. "Okay well what if I tell her and she's like, 'what the fuck I just became friends with this dude.' And she like, never talks to me again. What happens then?" 

JJ rolled his eyes at his over dramatic friend, "JB I love you, you know this but either man up and tell her or watch her fall in love with someone else. Your choice man." John B slouched in his seat, realizing his friend had a point. 

But I can't help it, I'm falling for you. And I can't quit it 'cause I'm stuck on you. 

John B covered your eyes with his hands as he led you into the backyard. Today was your birthday and while the rest of the Pogues took you out for dinner, John b stayed at his house to set up his backyard with festive lights and decorations. He remembered the first time you met him, you had gone on and on about how you wanted to go to a paper lantern festival. Since there were none at the time, he managed to find a lantern to give to you. He had set up the hammocks with a soft blanket and comfortable pillows. He saved up to buy cute fairy lights girls used to decorate their rooms. 

"And… surprise!" JB uncovered your eyes and watched your face contort into pure joy. "John B…" you trailed off, getting teary eyed. "Is it too cliche? Damn it I shouldn't have listened to Kie." He muttered under his breath. You quickly turned to him and hugged him, shaking your head. "No, no it's beautiful." He held you in his arms before excusing himself.

He walked inside and returned with the lantern, a lighter, and a sharpie. You covered your mouth with your hands, watching him walk up to you with a dorky smile. "I know this isn't a festival, but it's the closest thing I could find." He handed you the marker allowing you to write whatever you want. This was your chance to slowly start to tell him how you feel.

 You effortlessly wrote, 'JB+(your first and last initials)' you looked back up to him to see his smile even wider than before. "Is this okay?" He nodded his head, "it's perfect."  He held the other side of the lantern as you lit the bottom. "One, two, three." You two sent it off into the air, watching it slowly rise into the night sky.

John B wrapped his arms around your frame, resting his chin on your shoulder as you watched the lantern float above them. Your heart felt like it skipped beats constantly whenever he was near you. You got butterflies in your stomach whenever your name left his mouth. Everything you did with him just felt comfortable and safe.

And it might be pathetic and you might be skeptical but I just want to be with you.

You unknowingly cuddled yourself into John B's chest. You two were laying on the couch, you were fast asleep in his arms. He couldn't help but admire you as you slept. How your eyelashes just looked naturally long when they were shut. How every now and then your nose would twitch. Your eyes would sometimes flutter when you dreamed. Today was a day where you had a dream about John B.

He furrowed his eyebrows as a quiet, "John B." and a giggle escaped your lips. You were dreaming about you two traveling the world together after finding the gold. He took you everywhere you wanted to see, always looking at you when you were looking at the view. 

John B didn't move for a minute, afraid that he would wake you. He watched as your nose twitched nestling your head onto his chest. He held you in his arms, his thumb gently rubbing up and down on your arm. Hesitating for a moment, he tipped his head down and kissed your forehead. He couldn't hold his smile back as you grinned at the feeling. Your mind was telling you that happened in the dream, but in reality John B was slowly realizing just how strong his feelings are for you.

Please tell me, boy can you get a clue? Or come through 'cause I just want to be with you.

"No, JJ you don't get it. I try to give him a hint that I like him but it just flies over his head." You vented, hitting your head on the steering wheel. JJ lifted your head up off the wheel and against the headrest. "Y/N, John B is the most oblivious person all of us know. If you want to tell him you like him, you have to just say it." He emphasized the 'have'. 

You groaned and turned your head to him. "Can't you just do it for me?" You covered your face. "Sorry buttercup, it's better if it comes from you. I'll help keep Kie and Pope away from you guys but you have to be the one to tell him." You exhaled loudly, nodding your head.

I'm scared of telling you how I feel. Maybe it's better if I just try to conceal the truth. For me and for you. But I'm still stuck on you. I'm still falling for you, for you.

You paced in your room, waiting for John B to arrive at your house. Tonight was the night you were gonna admit how you felt about him. You stopped in your tracks as you heard a delicate tapping outside your window. Unlatching the lock, you let him step through the opening before closing it again.

He stood there as you paced back and forth again, making him sit down on the edge of the house bed. "Okay. Okay so, I have to say something and I just need you to wait until I'm done before you say anything." You instructed him, earning a nod as a response.

"I like you. I like you a lot and it genuinely scares me. To the point where I went to JJ for advice because I couldn't figure out what to do. I was scared because my brain just tells me there's no possible way you would like me back. That if I told you how I felt you would think it's weird or you would look at me differently and I don't want that, I don't want things to change in a bad way. But I wanted to say this because you just, you make me feel safe. You make me feel like I'm worth it. You give me these butterflies that leave the hair on my body standing up. I'm always with you because you've always felt like home. I could be skydiving with no parachute but I wouldn't care because as long as I'm with you, I'm happy. Okay, now I'm just rambling but that's it." 

You stopped panting, biting your nails as John B sat there trying to process everything you said. He had a dumb smile on his face as he looked up at you. "What? What? Was that too much? Did I just mess everything between us up?" You panicked.

He stood up from his spot and walked towards you. You couldn't help but feel small and vulnerable as you slowly backed away from him. He cornered you against the wall, his breath fanning your lips. "You like me?" He quietly whispered, trying to make sure he heard that right before he made the next move.

"I really do." You mumbled, your chest heaving from your heart rate picking up. His hand raised up and cupped the side of your face. He watched as your eyes fluttered shut, melting into his touch. "I won't do anything until you tell me it's okay." 

You opened your eyes to look at his brown ones. "Kiss me." You reassured him. He dipped his head down and connected your lips to his. He exhaled in relief as he was finally able to kiss you. Something he's been wanting to do for a while now. Now he was the one with butterflies. The pad of his thumb rubbed your cheek bone as you pulled away from him. "Do you want this?" You asked, pointing your finger between you two

"I'm falling for you, I've been falling for you. I just want this. I want you." He whispered, pushing a stray piece of hair out of your face. Your face turned a light pink as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

[yami-writes]

uh hi, kinda new here. i hope you have a great day & are doing well 🥺 anyway, would you mind writing a bakugo or todoroki imagine, please. where the reader (fem or gender neutral, doesn't matter, just write the pronouns u are more comfy with) has like the same abilities as danny fenton/danny phantom as their quirk? i hope you know what i mean & i'm sorry if i bothered you or anything

OMG NO! YOU DIDNT BOTHER ME AT ALL!! 🥺💘💞 tysm for asking, love!!!!

please don't be shy to ask!!!! my requests are open therefore send me as much as you wanttt!!!!! I’d love it if you send in a request or two!! 💕 I'm always willing to answer!!

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pairings: bakugou x reader, todoroki x reader (i did both, hope u don't mind)

warnings: none! just fluff!! <3

a/n: this is Gender-neutral! I also had to cut some of Danny's powers, just so I wouldn't lose track, hope u don't mind love~ <3

NOTE: your quirk allows you to sustain a ghost-like form, giving you powerful advantages, including; invisibility, intangibility (walk through stuff) and floating/hovering (and make things float within physical contact)

side effects: ghost form; burns on your skin. Invisibility; time limit (you can't physically hold it past your time limit) intangibility; same as invisibility. Floating; floating for too long gives you really bad cramps

Bakugo

Won't admit but he thinks your quirk cool asf

And extremely powerful

Which is probably part of the reason he took a liking to you

You put up a good fight at the sports festival but in the end weren't able to defeat him

But you settled for 2nd place

After that, he started to have a lot of respect for you

You use your invisibility on him a lot to get him mad, knowing he won't dare hurt you

He will scold you tho whoops

If your self conscious about your quirk he’ll assure you that it's powerful and badass

Which makes you feel good

And if people bully you for your quirk?

Rip

This bitch won't hesitate to throw hands

You have to hold him back from actually killing them-

The two of you made a bunch of team-up moves

specifically ones only the two of you could pull off

For example; a move where you use your quirk to float, then making him float before throwing him up, where he then uses his explosions to go even higher.

It took a while to do perfectly

And even now yall cant do it every time

When your ghost form gives you burns?

He’ll go out and get you some aloe vera for it 

he’ll even apply it for you

He’s surprisingly gentle with it and makes sure to cause minimal pain

And when you get cramps?

He’ll find you in your bed in horrendous pain and immediately get you a heating pad

He’ll place it where you need and get more if you need them

This boy will even cook your favorite food for you

Then take care of you until your cramps go away

And don't even try to lie to him about them being gone

He knows when your lying

And he will catch you in the act

And refuse to let you do anything on your own

Todoroki

He flat out thinks you and your quirk are amazing

no, he won't deny it

in fact~ he’ll enforce it

Your quirk caught his attention pretty fast

and endeavor~ 

yikes

Especially when you used it in the quirk apprehension test Aizawa gave you guys

After that, he kept a close eye on you

He watched as you dominated during the sports festival

Even if he was watching you, he slightly underestimated you during his match

Which lead to your victory against him

After that, he made sure to never misjudge or underestimate you

If he finds out you think your “weak”, he’ll make sure to get the point across that you and your quirk are extremely powerful 

And if people bully you for you quirk, like bakugo, they're dead

You don't have to tell him NOT to kill them, but he won't hesitate to put them in a hospital for a good while

The two of you made a pretty powerful move

Classmates joke about it being impossible to counter

And they're not entirely wrong..

Todoroki will make a huge was of ice then you just walk through and attack your opponent

It's super effective and has never failed to get the advantage, and if not, a win

The two of you are a very powerful team

When you get burns he’ll cool them off with his quirk 

Then he’ll bandage them up

Mwah

husbando!

When you get cramps he’ll be there

He’ll heat up his left hand and place it where you need it

And if your hot he’ll cool you down with his right

It's a magical and wonderful experience

And he can't really cook so don't expect much~

but he’ll share some soba you cooked for him

It's the thought that counts bitch

Masterlist

[kageyamavibes]

Little Things | Kageyama Tobio

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You huffed, tossing your phone over your bag. Kageyama really went from being flustered from your teasing to hitting back with your antics.

Your match was about to start, today was the day of your semi finals and final round for the national qualifiers. His text made you all fired up, not wanting to go home a loser. You'll never hear the end of Kageyama teasing you how you lost.

But you weren't going to lose that easily.

You were Karasuno's pride despite being a first year, almost every single one of your opponents feared you in the field. The announcer had called on the semi finalist on the women's 100 meter sprint, your team mates cheered you on, hyping you even further to win your game. As soon as you were in the starting line, all eyes are on you.

You took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of the sun and field. You focused on the line ahead of you, determined to go off in a blast.

Bang

You sprung on your feet, exhaling sharply as you maintained your rhythm, your legs moving in sync with the wind. You hear nothing but your steady breath and the pounding of your chest. You were in the lead, but you still were determined to win and leave them all behind in dust, pushing yourself even further, with one last spring, you had crossed the finish line first.

You yelled in victory pumping your fist in the air as everyone in your team chant your name, you bowed in gratefulness, you entered the final round at ease but you still weren't taking things easily.

Suddenly one of your opponents tapped your shoulder, you turned around looking at her.

“I’ll beat you in the finals.”

You stared at her, she was determined, she bowed leaving you behind speechless. You smiled to yourself walking away from your opponent, meeting your team mates.

Meanwhile, Kageyama felt alone without you to bug him. He was hanging around with Hinata, checking his phone every single time waiting for an update on your matches. He found himself blushing shoving his phone back to his pocket. Why am I even doing this?

His phone suddenly buzzed, he excitedly took out his phone reading your text message excitedly.

“Was than y/n-san?”

“Yes why?”

“You look so proud.”

“Shut up, boke.”

~

Hours later, Kageyama rushed out of the class leaving behind his stunned classmates. He looked at the time and it was already 3:15, it was a good thing the field was almost a 10 minute run. He didn’t know why he was eager to watch you from your final match, but he still wanted to go and see you.

He arrived at the venue minutes later, panting hard as he searched for you in the fields. The booming voice of the announcer filled the air, announcing the final 5 contenders of the 100 meter dash finals. At the mention of your name, you can hear the Karasuno track team’s uproar along with Kageyama’s flustered yosh to himself. He looked at you, wearing a determined looked on your face, he felt proud seeing you stand up against Shiratorizawa, Aoba Johsai, Dateko, and Johzenji.

You didn't paid attention to everyone, your mind was focused, too focused on the finish line right in front of you. The whistle blew, signaling the players to their starting position. Everyone was quiet, anticipating the final round. You looked up, your eyes focused on the field in front of you.

Bang

Kageyama quietly watched, his hand clenched in excitement seeing you take the lead, the Johzenji girl was trying to close the gap between you. Even though Kageyama didn't understand much about the sport, he suddenly felt interested when he saw you go on full sprint mode, leaving everyone behind. His mouth fell agape, he was too mesmerized at you.

You were about to cross the finish line when the Johzenji girl still tried to caught up, Kageyama was tensed for a minute, but when you pulled off a little spring dash you aimed for the gold, bagging the spot for the nationals.

You yelled in victory once more, pumping your arms in mid air in excitement. The Karasuno track team surrounded you, hugging you and congratulating you from your victory. You bowed, thanking them for their full support.

"Hey."

You turned around, seeing Karasuno's setter with a smirk on his face. You excitedly dashed to him, hugging him impulsively. You felt Kageyama tense, his body turning hard as a rock. His face was beet red from being too shock from your sudden affection. He was close to malfunctioning any moment now.

"I won! I won, idiot! That's a point for me! Did you see that? I told you I'll whoop their ass!"

Kageyama nodded in response, putting his hand softly at your back. So this is a hug he thought.

"Tobio! I'm going to Nationals!"

"Yes you are."

"So you also have to beat Shiratorizawa's asses so we can both go right?"

Kageyama had a smile on his face, his heart was beating loudly in his chest. He was overwhelmed from your touch, you didn't stopped hugging him. You looked up to him with bright eyes, he can feel himself melting from your adorableness.

"Tobio! I'm so so so happy I could kiss you right now!"

You two blushed madly from your words, staring at each other wide in shock. You felt like an idiot with your words.

Kageyama stared at you, his hand cupping your cheeks before he leaned down planting a gentle kiss you on your lips.

When he realized what he had done, he froze.

"I'm sorry I–"

"It's okay."

"Y/N"

You looked at Kageyama, he was staring at you seriously, his lips pursed. He took a deep breathe before he spoke.

"I think you are the perfect spike whenever I set the ball."

"Huh???"

You stared at him, his cheeks turned pink before he turned his gaze away from you. You were about to question him when you realized what he said. Oh.

Oh

"Tobio, I like you."

His eyes went wide, he went giddy for a moment before he grabbed you softly pulling you in an awkward hug.

"I have a little problem though"

"What?"

"I don't know how relationships work, I want to be with you but I—"

"I don't know how either, but we can manage can we?"

You can feel Kageyama's body relax hugging you tighter

"Of course we can."

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Taglist: @minaakira @primemigel @mavismalfoy @kageyamasbabygorl @grapesauze

[rightnowyoucanttell]

𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 || .G.D.

(This songs an oldie, but It popped up on my random artist playlist, and I was inspired. Haha, enjoy ig..)

Title: Alone Again, Naturally 

Summary: Veronica Chandler seems to be only destined for heartbreak. After a failed attempt to rebound on her toxic ex, she makes a routine trip to her local 24 hour Starbucks, in which she meets a handsome stranger.. and oh,  who happens to be the spitting image to the photo of the tinder date who stood her up....

Relationship: Grayson Dolan and Veronica Chandler

Word Count: 2,034

Tags (*updated*) : @dzoint ​ @graysavant @blindedbythelightt ​ @tadadolan @heartofalionxo  @beatement-l   @grayswhore @tattoogray ​@saggitariusagirl

Author’s note: First, this is total shit, i’m sorry. Second, I  did the stupidest thing of all time. I gave my OC the same name as the main character in the novel i’m writing on wattpad (to self plug, or not to self plug that is the question; i’ll take self plug for 100, Alex) why am i so stupid? Well, i'm too lazy to change it so. 

Third, i was inspired when the twins talked about dating apps and just like idk where this came from, must be out of my ass because it’s shit. 

I actually laughed at that...

Fourth, feedback is like the most important thing to me, like ever? So, feel free to lmk what y’all think, if this becomes a series I will be taking concepts. 

Veronica Chandler is destined for great things. Planning her future, modeling and working as a struggling actress, she could go off and marry some lawyer. But, the only thing she did seem destined for was heartbreak.

Ronnie knew it had been too soon. Not even a month ago she had broken up with her ex, Jonathan. She also knew this, when she was attracted to a man on tinder with the same name, mostly because of the name. She wasn’t over the man who man who ruined her life to all hell. But, the comfort of a relationship was all she needed and desperately strived for.

Jonathan, was an artist, mad at the world needing to find himself. So, each night he did just so. Jonathan would go out to ‘find himself’ and along the way he found, Roxanne, Malibu, Dianne and Eileen. Jonathan drank, and he would physically and mentally abuse a good strong woman, who for the longest time couldn’t bring herself to walk out of his life.

Each time, from the first to the third she was too lonely, desperate and down on herself to let him loose. But, after he cheated on her with a married forty-year-old woman with four children, that was when Mama Chandler intervened and scared him half to fucking hell. That woman raised no fool, and if she did it was Veronica’s older brother, Noah.  Veronica was just a sad young woman who couldn’t keep a man because they used her.

This night in particular was her rebound date at a local vegan restaurant. A fancy one. With velvet rugs, chandeliers, expensive wines, however with decently sized portions. Veronica stood outside waiting for Jonathan. Who was described in his photo as muscular, a builder with brown hair and eyes and often in there messages boasted about such muscularity.

It was dark. He planned to meet her at 5:30. It was 7:30. Groups passed her. Parties on the street began talking, while the mannequins in store fronts slept under the lights. But, Ronnie was sure, this guy was genuine, and would be the best rebound. 

But, her plans and dreams were foiled when 8:30 hit, she decided to leave embarrassed and ashamed she thought it would turn out differently, she should have known. Her mosquito allergy becoming aggravated just as much as her. She sulked. She never really dressed to impress others, she wore heels, a leather jacket paired with a silk revealing top and boot cuts black jeans. That’s when the heaven on earth shone down upon her, a burning bush of sorts.

           A 24 hour starbucks.

As she walked down the sidewalk slowly, she was tired of being let down; tired of catering to the whims of others, ready to return home and make a stray of financially irresponsible choices online, she entered through the glass doors and into the small shop in Hollywood. The cool yet humid summer air from outside was left behind in the warmth of the shop, that’s when she saw him.

A tall handsome stranger, brown hair and eyes, with muscular arms. She fell for him immediately, he was gorgeous. But, then. Veronica realized something, the same man, the handsome stranger, was either the same person or a bicep by bicep replica of the man she was supposed to meet tonight, at that Vegan restaurant.

The fire fueled deep down, but she ignored it when she got in line to the left of him ready for her Pink Drink and croissant so she could run to the nearest Ralph’s and purchase two tubs of strawberry ice cream, she’d be needing it. The line shifted. She shifted on her feet, he did the same.

Veronica tapped her foot. That’s when the stranger started talking,”Whoah. Slow down there ‘Miss i’m on a mission’.”

His voice was deep and hoarse, he sounded like he had been having a night himself. Veronica ignored the voice that in some ways drew her closer.

“I’m Grayson, By the way..” the named stranger drifted. That’s when Veronica snapped. The man was Jonathan or she thought, and he was ignorant enough to poach the woman he stood up, again, she thought.

“How can you be so arrogant and glib, after everything you’ve done?” Veronica whipped her head to the right of him snapping out of anger and then with no response

“Ah, she’s brave. Calling me arrogant and glib, without even knowing me, cool.” Grayson scoffed and nodded, shrugging it off, and moving forward in the line before stopping yet again.

Ronnie tapped her foot miserable an angry…”Without knowing you? I know you. Your the kind of guy who’s shows up a girl, and breaks the rules because you think it’s cute.”

“Do You think it’s cute?” He lanced over to her smirking a devilish smirk. She scoffed and crossed her arms with her jacket draped over one of them, shaking her head as the crazily long late night line, shifted forward. ‘Grayson’ may have won the battle by showing her up, but his blatant lies would lose the war to Veronica.

“Spare me your routine, i assume that’s what this” she gestured to Grayson,”-cut it out okay? Or, i’ll make your life a living hell.”

“Sorry, not into a relationship at the moment,” he joked before turning back to face the options board, even though his order was almost always the same. Ronnie rolled her eyes. Ronnie's eyes were tired. She felt physically ready whoop this man;s ass, but mentally and emotionally drained.

“And, by the way. No. I do not think it’s fucking cute..” Veronica replied after a few moments of silence. Veronica mumbled cruising, barely audible to Grayson. Veronica was so confused, and so irritated, she didn’t no what to believe. She sighed and went for her phone fumbling for her back pocket, and opening the tinder profile of ‘Jonathan’, “Explain this.”

The screen illuminated a photo of Grayson with the name Jonathan below it. He had still had long hair at this point, right before it’s annoyance shaggy length.Grayson was shirtless in the photo with a chain necklace around his neck. Grayson squinted to examine the photo on the app and chuckled as he passed it back to Veronica.

“You, my dear, got catfished. By someone posing to be, yours truly. I’ve never had tinder and haven’t used a dating app since I was like, fourteen..” Veronica rolled her eyes at his comment before scrunching her brows in confusion but not enough to continue to pry,”..don’t believe me? Search ‘Grayson Dolan’ on instagram or twitter, you’ll owe me an apology.” Grayson snapped as hurt in reply and turned away from the fabric keeping a distance between the two. 

  Grayson felt for Veronica, he could hear the pain in her silence, the sadness in her eyes, the facade of a mask she put on,  even if he didn’t know her name, like her he had been pining for love. The same night he had been dumped via text by his ex girlfriend, also his ghost of days of business past, ex- assistant, before Sterling. He should have known it was a mistake, and Ethan warned him several times, but  much like Veronica with OG Jonathan, he blamed love for his feelings. 

Grayson was tired, wanting to head home with a cup of joe, but this unidentified juliet, across from him caught his eye, and there was no turning back. 

The line shifted. Hesitantly she opened instagram and search the name and she stopped, in her tracks. She owed this man apology, Grayson Dolan, he was a real guy, with a huge following however she never heard of him. She followed him, sighed and put her phone back into her pocket.And yes, he was good looking, she fell for the looks a little more than the name.

“..i--i’m sorry. Guess you were right, I was wrong..” Veronica managed to croak out. Grayson’s phone notified him from his pocket, he checked it smirked, followed her back and placed it back into his pocket.

Grayson looked over to the brunette Brazilian to the right of him. She tapped her foot nervously, as she picked her brain for a better apology. She felt herself loosen, knowing he was just trying to help, and didn’t stood up. Her demeanor changes, this man was a kind stranger who just happened to be the man in the photos she was catfished with, the real Grayson did nothing wrong.

“-., so this Jonathan, what happened?” He asked looking into her dark brown eyes, meaning it. Wanting to know everything about the stranger that made him want to know here. She laughed flashing a smile all the while. Her laugh, Grayson thought. The way she talked and laughed, when she was enjoying herself, it was all so lyrical, it made him want to laugh.

He looked at Veronica, like, really looked at her. The way the lighting reflected on her sparkly eyeshadow. Her dark green eyes, her long luscious and free riding dark brown hair, that had been straightened from its naturally curly form.

“..Well, I uh, met him on Tinder and he stood me up. I just got out of a nast relationship and he was my rebound, but he’s probably some weird guy living in his mother's basement-” she sighed opening up to him. She smiled at her own comedic relief comment. Hiding behind humour was something she did.

Grayson laughed, becoming serious,”I’m sorry, that sucks. What about your ex?”he pried further, there were only three people in front of them, all by themselves, swarmed by the world living in their phones.

“He was a cheater, a drinker and beater, who just so also happened to be named Jonathan..” the negative memories stirred up again in front of her. The pain on her shoulder came back, so did the reminiscence, drawing and pulling her into a melancholy flashback. 

                                                    ~~~

"Where would you like me to go, hmm? Ronnie!" he shoved her to the ground and she fell backwards dislocating her shoulder. She winced in pain, it had pulsated throughout her body. She knew she had to do this, for herself, the well being of herself for once. Did she want to? No. It scared her. He scared her.

Once he got the clout he wanted he changed, he was living off of her earnings, living in her apartment at the time, using her car, and she was forced to nod and smile along with it like some big ugly joke of a play. 

"How about for starters-" she managed between heavy sobs of pain and trying to prop herself against the reclining part of the sofa she was thrown in front of,"..hell? Take your toothbrush and your shave kit, and try some bleach in your cereal, i'm done. Okay? Go away, J!"

                                                            ~~~

Ronnie was back to reality when she heard Gray's voice,"..Safe to assume you have a type, then?"he asked really looking at the beautiful woman in front of his eyes.

 “Yeah. I try so hard but,”Veronica felt sad,” but, i’m never the one.” she felt even sadder memories of her ex flashing before her, she shrugged it off and continued,”…alone again, naturally, I guess.”

Grayson and Veronica were now the first in line,”Hey, let me buy your drink. Maybe we could be alone again, together…” Veronica smiled, and nodded.

“I’d like that..”

                       ~~~   

Later that night the two walked into the humid, yet comfortingly cool, heat together side by side after a two-hour conversation just on life.

“I, uh, better walk to my car.” Veronica said in front of Grayson’s porsche. Her jacket was around her shoulders and covered her arms,”I had fun, tonight” she held out a starbucks napkin she secretly wrote her number on, the wind tossed it gently back and forward. He smiled and breathed out a friendly, good night. He hated to see her go so soon, but would love to watch her leave.

“Wait, I never got your name-”he hollered down into the cold night on the streets of Los Angeles. Veronica turned around and continued walking backwards, her hair following and tracing her every move.

“It’s Veronica.” she breathed before giving him one last look with her deep green eyes and turning back down the sidewalk, heading to her car and driving into the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Should I make this a series? If so, what to name it, i’m thinking lyrical and each chapter is a song name? lmk. 

AHH i'm nervous to post this, but fuck it, right? No day but today. 

i’ll stop. 

[iamthegaysmurf]

Just because I love your writing so much and I'm feeling soft, would you be willing to write a short little fic about Nicole taking care of Waverly on her period?

These two went pretty well together, so I combined them.  I hope that’s okay.

I’m sorry these are taking me so long, but I promise I’m still working through all of them, however slowly it might be.

Also, once again, I demonstrated my inability to write a “short ficlet.”  This one is very close to 5k words.  WHOOPS.

—–

Set during Season 2, after the events of 2x06, but before the beginning of 2x07.

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“…right on my front lawn.”

If disdain could take a tangible form, Mrs. Berg would be dripping it all over Nicole’s desk.  She’s been carrying on like this for over thirty minutes already, and Nicole knows that Nedley recently reminded her about the importance of protecting the ordinary, innocent citizens of Purgatory, but she’s hard-pressed to believe that this is what he’d had in mind.

“And then…”

She continues droning on, but Nicole is no longer listening.  Waverly just entered the station, heading for the Black Badge office, and Nicole can immediately tell that something is…  off.  Setting aside the fact that she’s over an hour late, Waverly’s hunched forward as she walks, her eyes downcast, and the bag she has slung over her shoulder seems like it’s weighing her down in more ways than one.  Her entire body sags under the burden of it, and it looks like she’s dragging ass so badly, Nicole is sure she’s leaving tracks behind her.

There’s usually only one thing that can harrow Waverly to this extent, but given the recent pregnancy revelation, Wynonna has actually been on her best behavior the last couple of weeks.

That only leaves…

Nicole subtly glances at the calendar on her desk to confirm her suspicions:  it’s that time of the month, and from the looks of it, Mother Nature is dragging Waverly over the coals this time around.

All Nicole wants to do is go and take care of her disheveled girlfriend, but instead, her attention snaps back to Mrs. Berg as her spiel finally draws to a close.

“And that is why I’d like to file a formal complaint against Ms. Doucette and that…  that…  hell hound of hers.”  She clutches at her farmer’s market necklace as though it’s some heirloom string of pearls.  “Honestly,” she continues to mutter under her breath, “spawn of the devil, that thing is.”

It takes all of Nicole’s finely-tuned control not to roll her eyes right in front of Mrs. Berg, and Ruthie’s blatant snort from across the room is not helping.  Ruthie and Miss Linda have been friends for over sixty years, and Rosie – Miss Linda’s springer spaniel mix – is the furthest thing from a hell hound Nicole has ever seen.  And she would know, because she’s pretty sure she had a run in with a real hell hound out behind the old boot factory a couple of months ago.

Still, Nicole knows she has to keep a straight face and take this complaint just like she would any other.  Nedley told her he had big plans for her future, and part of being a good Sheriff is knowing how to keep the peace for all of her citizens.  Even the ones who think they’re somehow above this backwater town they’ve chosen to live in.  At least Waverly is teaching her how to master the smile and wave.

It’s perfect for situations like this.

“Of course, Mrs. Berg,” Nicole says patiently, letting her dimple show as she smiles warmly at the hag of a woman standing in front of her.  “If you could just fill this out for me.  In triplicate,” she adds, handing Mrs. Berg the complaint forms for Bylaw 23M2006, the Responsible Pet Ownership ordinance.

“You’re saying I have to fill out all of this paperwork myself?” Mrs. Berg asks, clearly offended by the notion.

“Oh, yes,” she answers.  Despite the fact that Ruthie is snickering from her desk again, Nicole manages to put on her best serious face.  “I’m afraid it’s protocol, ma’am.  All official grievances must be filled out and signed by the complainant, otherwise they’re null and void.”  She holds the forms out again, doing her best to hide the smug grin that’s fighting to break through.  “You can have a seat over there and use one of the clipboards if you’d like to get started,” she continues innocently, pointing at a row of chairs with cracked vinyl coverings lined up against the wall on the other side of the counter.

“I don’t have time for this nonsense,” Mrs. Berg scoffs, pushing the papers back in Nicole’s face.  She grabs her faux-designer handbag off the counter and practically stomps back down the hall to the front door, her high heels clacking dramatically all the way.

“Have a nice day, ma’am!” Nicole calls after her, unable to help herself, and Ruthie finally loses it completely.

“Well, that’s one way to handle the bullshit, kid,” she manages through her cackling, and Nicole doesn’t even try to stifle the little giggle that bubbles up as she slumps back in her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Honestly,” she sighs.  “Rosie is the sweetest dog I’ve ever met.  The kids love her, the officers love her…  everyone loves her.”  She drops her hand and shakes her head, looking over at Ruthie.  “How could anyone want to file a complaint about Rosie or Miss Linda?”

She makes a note to bring some extra treats for Rosie the next time she checks in on Miss Linda.  Maybe even a new bandana for her to wear around her collar.

“Listen, Haught.  There’s something you’ll learn reeeeal quick about ol’ Laura Berg.”  She leans in, like she’s about to impart one of life’s greatest secrets.  “That woman is so full of herself, she’s nothing more than pompous old blowhard.”

Nicole snorts, not expecting that kind of candor.  Ruthie’s never one to hide her opinion, but she’s not usually so blunt about it.  Nicole raises a curious eyebrow, and Ruthie waves her hand dismissively.

“She’s been like this since we were in school.  Used to call her Hexie when she wasn’t around because she’s such a witch about everything.”

“Seriously?”  Nicole chokes out, unable to hide her laughter any longer.

“Still call her that most of the time,” Ruthie answers with a wicked grin.  “If you don’t believe me, just ask Mama Lou when you head over there to get your girl some coffee.”

“Wh-what?”  Nicole was certainly planning to run across to Mama Lou’s for some fresh coffee and maybe a snack, but unless she’s completely lost her mind, she’s pretty sure she hadn’t actually said anything about that yet.

“I’m not stupid, kid,” Ruthie laughs at the face Nicole is making.  “I saw you watching her from the moment she set foot in here, and she definitely looks like she could use a pick-me-up.  You know I’m not wrong.  I’ve told you before…  I know everything.”

“Right.  I’m beginning to believe that…” Nicole mumbles, her face burning red as she scratches at the back of her neck.  “Well, uh…  can I get you anything while I’m out?”

“Nah, I’m good.  Just steer clear of Hexie.  Wouldn’t want her to cast a spell on you,” Ruthie says, wiggling her fingers dramatically.

Nicole crumples up a Post-It and throws it at her on her way out.

//

“Mmmm…  You smell good…”

“Thanks,” Nicole chuckles, leaning down to kiss the top of Waverly’s head.  She’s been standing in the doorway to the Black Badge office for several minutes now, but Waverly was too focused on the books in front of her to notice.  “But it’s not me this time.”

“It’s not?”  Waverly finally looks up, confused.  Nicole can see the bags under her eyes, and immediately feels something squeeze in her chest.

“Well, I suppose it technically is,” Nicole considers for a moment before dropping a small, white paper sack on the desk next the coffee she just placed in front of Waverly.  “But I brought you some vanilla donuts from Mama Lou’s.  You looked like you could use them.”

“Thanks, baby,” Waverly says with a weary smile, sagging slightly against the desk.  “I’m just so exhausted lately.”  She digs into the sack, making an obscene noise when she bites into one of the donuts.

“I know.  It’s that time, isn’t it?” Nicole asks, taking a sip of her own coffee.

“Yeah,” Waverly sighs.  “But it’s usually not quite this bad.  I think I’m just rundown from everything else that’s going on, too.”

“Hey,” Nicole says gently.  “You’re allowed to need a break, baby.  Nobody expects you to go balls to the wall, twenty-four-seven.”  She places another kiss to Waverly’s temple.  “Can I rub your back for you?”

“God.  Yes.”  Waverly slumps forward, resting her forehead on the desk, exposing the litany of knots that run up and down along her spine and across her shoulders.  “Please,” she grunts, when Nicole’s fingers find their way to the small of her back.

Nicole spends the next fifteen minutes carefully working out the knotted muscles, the silence only broken by the occasional short gasp or drawn out moan.  She half expects Wynonna to come crashing through the door at any second with a smug look on her face when she thinks she’s performing another Wynonnus Interruptus.  For once, she’d be completely wrong, and Nicole would love to give her some shit for it.

“I hope you’re not drooling on that page,” she finally says after checking her watch.

Waverly grumbles and shoves at her playfully, but wipes the back of her hand across her mouth just the same.

“As much as I wish I could stay here and do this all day, I’ve gotta get back to work, baby.”  Nicole strokes her fingers through Waverly’s hair a few times.  “My break’s over, and I’ve got a lot to do before my shift is over.”

“Everything okay?” Waverly asks, suddenly concerned.

“Yeah, it’s nothing bad,” Nicole reassures her.  “Just Nedley giving me a few more responsibilities around here ever since he mentioned the…” her voice drops to barely a whisper, “…the Sheriff thing.”  She looks around before continuing, as if anyone else would be in the Black Badge office with them.  “I’m taking my new duties seriously.  I don’t want to let him down.”

“You won’t,” Waverly says, her voice going soft to match the look in her eyes.  She reaches out to take Nicole’s hand, squeezing it gently.  “I’m so proud of you, Nicole.”

Nicole melts a little at that, a warmth blooming in her chest.  She dips her head and smiles up at Waverly.  How did I ever get so lucky?

“I think we’re both the lucky ones, baby,” Waverly answers, still squeezing her hand, and Nicole realizes she must have said that last part out loud.  She blushes and moves to hide her face, but Waverly tilts her head up for a proper kiss, and Nicole could never deny her that.

“I’ll be right out here most of the day if you need me,” Nicole says when they break apart.  “Unless a call comes in, but Ruthie will know how to find me if it’simportant.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Waverly says, smiling softly again.  “Go be the best Sheriff-in-training you can be.”

“Shhhh…” Nicole giggles quietly.  “That’s not common knowledge, you know.”  

Waverly grins and pulls her in for another kiss before shooing her toward the door.  

“Gotta go make sure no one casts any spells on Ruthie and me,” Nicole says, letting a hint of conspiracy creep into her voice.

“What?  Someone’s casting spells?”  Waverly’s already half out of her chair before Nicole can raise a hand to stop her.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” she assures Waverly.  “There’s no spells.  It was just a joke we had from this morning.”

“You sure?”  Waverly narrows her eyes, but settles back into her chair.

“I promise,” Nicole says, making the Scout’s Honor sign.  “How long are you planning on working tonight?” she asks, her hand dropping to rest on the doorknob.

“I’m not sure,” Waverly sighs.  “Until I figure this out, I guess.”  Her eyes drift across the stacks of books spread out in front of her.

“Well, I don’t have any plans for the evening.  I’ll be back to keep you company when my shift’s over.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

Nicole pauses in the doorway.  There’s more she wants to say, but they’re not quite there yet, so she hesitates for a moment and then blows Waverly a kiss as she pulls the door shut behind her.

There may be a lot of things she’s still learning, but there’s one thing Nicole knows for sure:  Her girlfriend works way too damn hard.

//

“I’m 10-24 from this last patrol, Ruthie.”

“10-4, Haught.  Everything secure?’

“All good.  You need anything before I head back in to call 42?”

“Negative.  Stanton is already 41, so you can do the handoff when you both get here.”

“10-4.  Mark me as 10-7 while I pick up some dinner on my way in, and then I’ll be there with these patrol logs.”

“10-4.”

Nicole had already called in her order before starting the walkthrough for the final security check on her list, so it only takes a matter of minutes for her to run in to Golden Moon, pay the bill, and pick up the brown paper sack full of fresh, hot Chinese food.

Her stomach rumbles at the smell, and she’s fairly certain Waverly hasn’t eaten anything since the donuts she brought her earlier.  She just wants this day to be over so she can get back to her girlfriend, and though she’s normally very by-the-book about these things, she allows herself to drive a little faster than usual on her way back to the station.  

The handoff with Stanton goes smoothly, given that there’s not really much to catch him up on.  It had been a slow day – a rarity in Purgatory, which makes them all the more appreciated.  Nicole had not only been able to finish up several reports, but was also able to spend some time working on a list of guidelines for the new visibility directive that she and Nedley had recently discussed.  She’d even had time to complete the entire first round of security checks on the daily patrol log that she’d worked out with several of the local business owners.

By the time she’s finished filling Stanton in, Ruthie has already said her goodbyes for the evening, and Nicole pops her head in to the dispatch office to say hello to Cooper and wish him a good shift.  With all of that out of the way, she can finally sit down for some dinner with Waverly.

“Hey, baby.  I brought so–”

Nicole stops dead in her tracks, halfway through the door to the Black Badge office.  Waverly is still in exactly the same place Nicole had left her this morning, with several books open and spread out in front of her, and a pen in hand, poised above the pad of paper that she’d been scribbling notes on.

Except that she’s fast asleep.

Her other elbow is resting on the table, with her hand propping her head up, and she’s fast asleep.  Mouth hanging open, quiet little snores, and all.

It would be adorable if it wasn’t so goddamn heartbreaking.

“That’s it,” Nicole mutters, backing out of the office quietly, shaking her head as she hurries out to where her cruiser is parked just outside the door.  She slides into her seat long enough to secure the bag of takeout in her center console and turn the key in the ignition, making sure the heat is on and the vents are all pointed at the passenger seat.

Back inside, she kneels down next to Waverly, not wanting to scare her when she wakes her up.

“Hey, sleepyhead…” she says softly as she reaches out and brushes some of the hair out of Waverly’s face.

Waverly jerks awake with a snort, startled, eyes wide as she tries to place herself in her surroundings.

“Easy, baby,” Nicole coos.  “Easy.  It’s just me.”

Waverly’s body immediately relaxes at the familiar voice, her confusion melting into a sleepy smile.

“Hey,” she rasps, her throat dry.  She clears it a couple of times, grabbing the bottle of water next to her on the table.  It’s gone warm, and she frowns, wondering how long she’s been out.

“It’s time to go,” Nicole says, rising up to kiss Waverly’s temple before reaching out to close the musty tomes so she can start stacking them up.

“What?” Waverly asks, her brow furrowing.  “We can’t go yet.  I have so much work to do…”

“Not tonight, you don’t.”

Waverly opens her mouth, but Nicole presses a finger to her lips before she can say anything else.

“No arguments,” Nicole says firmly.  “All of this will still be here in the morning.  But tonight, I’m taking you home, and you’re gonna let me take care of you.”

“But, I–”

“Nope,” is all Nicole says before leaning forward to silence Waverly with a kiss.

Waverly allows herself to get lost in it for a moment, and when she finally pulls away, she nods breathlessly.

“Good,” Nicole grins.  “Now let’s get you bundled up.”

She grabs Waverly’s coat and scarf from the other chair they’re draped across, and once Waverly has found her feet and buttoned up, Nicole locks the Black Badge office behind them on the way out to her cruiser.  Waverly sighs happily when she settles into the passenger seat, soaking up the warmth from the vents that have been running this whole time.

Nicole rests her hand on Waverly’s knee, and smiles warmly when Waverly absentmindedly laces their fingers together.  It’s only a short ride to her house, and before long, she’s depositing the takeout on the kitchen table and hurrying back to help Waverly strip out of her coat and boots.

“Why don’t you head up and take a hot shower to loosen up those muscles a bit while I warm up our dinner?”  Nicole reaches out and takes Waverly’s hands in her own.  “You know where the, uh… supplies are in the bathroom, and you can grab something to wear from my dresser when  you’re done.”

“Are you sure?” Waverly asks, frowning slightly.  

“Of course, baby.  Tonight is all about giving you a well-deserved break.”

“Thanks, Nic,” Waverly sighs wearily.  She pushes up on her toes to kiss Nicole’s cheek and then begins trudging up the stairs.  “I won’t be long.  I promise.”

“Take your time,” Nicole says, waving her hand as she starts back toward the kitchen.  “I’m not going anywhere.”

//

“Blankets, blankets…  Need more blankets…”

Waverly reappears on the stairs less than twenty minutes later, just as Nicole is finishing up her preparations for the rest of the evening.

Nicole loses her train of thought for a moment when she looks up and sees Waverly standing there in a baggy UBC basketball hoodie and pair of her old sweatpants with the waist and legs both rolled enough so that she’s not walking on them, still drying her hair with a towel and looking slightly more rejuvenated.  

“Feeling any better?” she finally asks, shaking herself out of her stupor.  She’s seen Waverly wear her comfy clothes before, but it never ceases to have this kind of effect on her.  Every damn time.

“Just what the doctor ordered,” Waverly grins, padding softly across the floor to join Nicole at the end of the couch.  “What’s all this?” she asks, pointing at the pile of blankets on the cushion and the covered tray on the coffee table.

“Just trying to make sure you have everything you need,” Nicole answers with a shy half-shrug.

“You’re everything I need,” Waverly murmurs, stepping closer to pull Nicole into a tight hug.  Nicole’s arms immediately wrap around Waverly’s shoulders, cradling her as she buries her face in Nicole’s chest and stays there for nearly an entire minute without moving.  It makes Nicole feel warm all over as she rests her cheek on top of Waverly’s head.

When Waverly finally steps away, she settles into the corner of the couch, tucking her feet up under her.

“Whatever’s on that tray smells amazing,” she says, rubbing at her belly.  “I didn’t realize how hungry I am.”

Nicole lifts the cover to reveal a large bowl of sweet and sour soup with a little cup of peanut butter resting next to it.  There’s also a bowl of egg drop soup and an order of crab rangoon, all of which are producing little columns of steam that twist and curl around the lid in Nicole’s hand.

“I know soup is your favorite when it’s your time, so I hope this is alright for tonight?” Nicole asks hopefully.

“Baby,” Waverly says dramatically, her mouth watering.  “It’s perfect.”

“Good,” Nicole breathes, slightly relieved.  She hands Waverly a bottle of water and a couple of Midol.  “I’m just gonna go jump in the shower real quick.  Just long enough to wash away the smell of the station.  But you go ahead and get started, and I’ll be right back, okay?”

“I can wait…”  Waverly says, chewing on her lip.

“Don’t be silly.”  Nicole rolls her eyes and grabs one of the wooden TV trays she keeps next to the couch.  “I’ll just be five minutes.  Eat,” she says, pushing a spoon into Waverly’s hands after she’s taken the painkillers.

Waverly giggles as Nicole grabs the nearby blankets and wraps them around her until she’s just a bundle with arms and a face.  She sets Waverly’s soup on the tray in front of her, gives her a quick peck on the lips, and hurries up the stairs.

True to her word, she’s in and out of the shower in just over five minutes, throwing on her academy sweats and hoodie as she heads back down the stairs to join Waverly on the couch.  She pretends not to notice that one of her crab rangoons is missing, but Waverly teases that she took it as a “tribute.”  They make quick work of what’s left of their dinner and Nicole hops up to clear away the empty containers.

“Nooooo…” Waverly whines, making grabby hands at Nicole as she starts to walk by.  “I need my bonus blanket!”

“Your bonus blanket will report for duty in just a minute,” Nicole laughs, stealing a kiss as she goes.  “Just stay right there and don’t move.”

Waverly pouts, but acquiesces, and Nicole scurries off to the kitchen.  She sets some water to boil in the kettle and pours some milk into a mug and sticks it into the microwave.  It doesn’t take long before she gets a beep and a whistle in short succession.  She quickly adds her cocoa powder to the milk and leaves the marshmallows to melt across the top before turning her attention back to the kettle.

Nicole hates tea.  Hates it.  Most of the time, she can’t even stand the smell of it.

But Waverly loves tea, and Nicole loves Waverly, so she keeps an entire shelf in one of her kitchen cabinets stocked with all of the teas she knows Waverly likes, just in case she ever wants any when she’s over.

Tonight calls for something special, so she reaches to the back of the shelf and pulls out the small canister of Whittard Dreamtime instant tea she keeps hidden back there.  It’s one of Waverly’s favorites, and she orders it special from the UK, so Nicole started keeping a small stash of it on hand for special occasions.

Waverly told her once that the special blend of honey and apricot and vanilla gives it soothing properties, like a lullaby in a mug.  Nicole wrinkles her nose while stirring in the tea, much preferring her own French vanilla hot chocolate with marshmallows, but if ever someone needed a lullaby in a mug, Nicole figures Waverly deserves one tonight.

“I hope this was worth the wait,” Nicole says when she returns to the living room, carefully setting Waverly’s tea on the tray in front of her.

Waverly reaches forward to wrap her hands around the steaming mug and leans in to take a deep breath.

“You made me Dreamtime tea?” she asks, gasping slightly.  “Wow, you’re really pulling out all the stops tonight,” she grins.

Nicole’s shoulders sag slightly as she sets her own mug down.

“Sorry,” she mumbles.  “I was just trying to help.”

“Nicole,” Waverly breathes, reaching over and resting her hand on top of Nicole’s.  “Thank you.  I love it.  Everything is perfect,” she says seriously, her eyes soft and genuine.

“Yeah?”  Nicole looks back up of at Waverly, her cheeks red.

“Yeah.”  Waverly leans in and kisses Nicole, stroking her cheek gently in the process.

“I thought maybe we could just curl up and watch something tonight?”

“That sounds great,” Waverly says, leaning her head against Nicole’s shoulder.  “What do you want to watch?”

“Anything you want, baby.”  Nicole kisses the top of her head.  “I’m all yours.”

“Hmmm…” Waverly ponders, tapping her chin.  She takes a sip of her tea while she thinks.  “God, that’s so good,” she groans, her eyes slipping closed like it’s a religious experience.  

Nicole can’t help but chuckle as she sips her own hot chocolate.  She reaches out and toys with Waverly’s hair, still slightly damp from the shower.

“Oh!” Waverly says, her eyes going wide.  Nicole jerks her hand away, afraid she startled Waverly or something.  “What about Big Little Lies?” she asks, her face lighting up with excitement.  “We keep saying we want to see that, but we never have time!”

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Nicole agrees.  She loves watching shows that let her sharpen her deduction skills.  She loves them even more when she gets to watch them while snuggled up with her girlfriend.

Waverly sets her mug back down and claps gleefully while Nicole finds the remote and navigates the menus until it’s ready to go.  She glances at Waverly, who gives her an enthusiastic nod, and she presses ‘play’ before settling back into the couch next to Waverly.

They remain upright so they can both still enjoy their tea and hot chocolate, but Waverly shuffles closer until her leg is pressed along Nicole’s, and she draws random patterns on her knee while they watch the opening scenes of the first episode.

At some point, they finish their drinks, and Nicole sets the mugs aside and folds the tray down so it’s not in the way.  She has Waverly turn slightly next to her and begins running her fingers through her hair, gently parting the strands while they continue to watch.  By the time the first episode is finished, Nicole has folded Waverly’s hair into two matching French braids on either side of her head.

“Thanks, Nic,” she whispers, tipping her head back to kiss the underside of Nicole’s chin.  “Now where is that bonus blanket you promised me?”

“Bonus blanket, reporting for duty,” Nicole laughs, but stands next to the couch and holds out a hand to pull Waverly up next to her.  Waverly looks confused, but Nicole just continues to grin as she rearranges the blankets on the couch.

“How about this?” she finally asks, lying down on her back with her head propped up on the armrest.  She opens her arms wide, indicating for Waverly to join her.  

Waverly’s smile could blind the sun as she climbs on top of Nicole, stretching out along her long body and resting her head on Nicole’s chest.  Nicole reaches over and pulls the blankets on top of them, making sure Waverly is completely tucked in.

“Comfortable?” she asks when everything is settled.  Waverly nods against her with a happy sigh.  “Can you still see the TV?”

“Yep.”

“Good.  You ready for the next episode?” Nicole asks, grabbing the remote.

“More than ready,” Waverly says, squeezing Nicole slightly in the best attempt at a hug she can manage from the awkward position.

“Okay, here we go.”  She hits play and reaches behind her to click the lamp off, leaving them happily snuggled up in the soft glow of the television.  

Nicole keeps one of her arms wrapped around Waverly’s shoulders, making sure she’s still secure and not going to roll of the couch, and she lets her other hand gently rub soothing circles into her lower back.  Waverly’s body radiates contentment, and it’s all Nicole could have asked for tonight.

They start out discussing the episode as it plays, but it doesn’t take long for Waverly’s comments to peter out, transitioning into mumbles more than anything else.  The episode isn’t even half over before Nicole hears the first soft snore.

It melts her heart, thoroughly and completely.

She’s hooked on the show, but it’s something they really wanted to watch together, and she’d never keep going without Waverly.  Careful not to disturb the sleeping lump lying on top of her, she stretches out her arm toward the coffee table, just barely able to grab the remote with her fingertips without having to actually move from her position as a combination bed and bonus blanket.  She flips through the channels quickly until she finds the one she’s looking for.

At least the Raptors are playing tonight.

[fancycakedragon]

Didn't Happen the First Time (Soulmate AU)

College!Tommy Kinkle x Reader

[Not My Gif]

Source: @john-bendr

Warning(s): None

A/N: So @imnotadalekimhuman and I had a whole conversation about how Tommy Kinkle deserved to go to college. It stuck with me so I wrote this. TK stans need to get together btw.

Masterlist

As comforting as knowing someone was out there that was your perfect match, the idea of having a soulmate was stressfull to you. You often traced the words etched into your skin thinking about what would happen if you met this person. Would it be love at first sight? Would they already be in a relationship? Were you one of the unlucky few that didn't have a soulmate?! Some days you'd daydream about them others you were a ball of anxiety. All because of a stranger who was supposed to comolete you.

The thing with soulmates was that on rare, very rare, ocassions people would get an incling of where their other half would be. That's what happened when you were choosing schools. Notre Dame wasn't your first choice but something about it pulled you there. It wasn't a cosmic revelation, more of a insesent nudge that became too much to bare.

When you got there you didn't know what to think. The moment you stepped on campus the feeling vanished, gone like the flame on a blown out candle. You were looking in every corner to find that person who would just say those words. Two years there and you slowly started to give up. If they were really here or anywhere in the world you'd find eachother. Eventually. Instead you focused on your studies, and making Stacy keep up with her school work.

The school had a big football culture that ruled over the campus. Home games were always packed, people travelled to see visiting games, and any wins were met with outrageous frat parties.

Your friend Stacy who had gotten into Notre Dame with you was beside you currently cheering along with the rest of the stadium. "C'MON NUMBER THIRTEEN, SHOW 'EM WHAT WE'RE MADE OF!"

You blinked at her with wide eyes, "My ears are right here Stace."

You weren't sure if she was ignoring you or it was too loud for her to hear but she continued with her cheering.

The game was close but it was player 13 that scored the winning touch down. The croud erupted in the school chant and applause.

After winning the first home game of the season the star quarterback Aric Boyyd announced, "Party at Sigma Kappa Phi tonight!!!" Random groups of people around you whooped.

You wrinkled your nose at the idea. Sometimes the parties were amusing but everyone knew frat parties had a tendency to get out of hand. Aric was busy hyping everyone up with his antics when he bumped into you causing you to drop you phone, your drink following right over it.

"What the hell, man?! I just got that!" you yelled at him.

Aric shrugged, "You can't expect me to care about that babe, WE JUST WON THE FIRST GAME OF THE SEASON!" The crowd cheered along with him to the frat house ignoring you.

You took a deep breath your jaw clenching. Before you could pick up the phone a another hand had already plucked it from the ground.

You looked at the person holding your phone out to you and took it from him. If you weren't so pissed you'd have thought he was cute. But no, part of why you were here was meet your soulmate. No distractions.

"I'm Tommy," he said trying to fill the silence that had grown.

"Y/N," you replied looking over your phone shattered screen, probably some damage from your drink spilling on it.

"Hey you're 13," Stacy said recognizing his face from photos posted on the schools social media. "Nice game."

Tommy smiled, "Thanks. And sorry about Aric, he doesn't know the importance of... Anything that isn't him."

"Oh so what are you, one of those sensitive meatheads?" you asked in annoyance.

Tommy went quiet, you could practically see the gears turning in his head but it wasn't for the reason you thought. He looked at you with in a new light when he felt the tingling on his abdomen, right where those same words were etched. In all the years he looked at that sentence he always thought it would come out as a joke. It gave him a sense of comfort knowing his soulmate was probably a playful tease. Looking at you now he doubted that was the case or maybe you weren't in a good mood. Your phone did just face some damage because of his teammate.

Your brows were furrowed in annoyance and you seemed ready to leave. He had to say something, anything, maybe like the words written on your skin. But he didn't know what to say and the longer he stood there the more he was losing his chance.

"Well, uh, all teams need a novelty right?" he tried to joke. He looked at you to see if there was some sort of recognition in your face.

"Whatever, Stace let's go."

Just like that you were leaving. Tommy watched you go somehow still trying to to figure out what to say to you.

"You're not bailing (Y/N)," Stacy warned.

You looked at her defensively, "Who said I was."

"I can see it all over your face. Classes haven't gotten serious yet so were gonna go party it up."

"It's not like you're gonna give me a choice," you said rolling your eyes.

Stacy grinned at you, "I love it when you just accept your fate." She dragged you off to change into something she approved of and you were off.

When you arrived the party was already in full swing. Beer pong on one side of the room, kegs not far from it, and a shit ton of hangovers waiting to happen.

You made your way out to the backyard where there were less people. As if Tommy knew you had arrived he found you minutes after you arrival.

"Oh my god, is this guy serious?" you mumbled.

"He's cute give him a chance," Stacy whispered. "Hey! Tommy how you doing?" she said giving him a winning smile.

"Good, I guess," he answered shrugging. His eyes travelled to you as an awkward silence took over.

"Well! I see a cute girl over there and I'm gonna go chat her up, have. . . anything but this," your friend said her arms gesturing vaguely around you two. "Try fun," she said already leaving you.

"Stacy Ingrid Hopkins I swear-" the few people around you turned to see the commotion about to erupt but you quieted down.

Tommy bit his lip looking down. Remembering the drinks he brought with him earlier he offered one to you, "Um, I got you, a um, some lemonade. I wasn't sure about bringing you alcohol."

"I don't take open drinks from anyone at parties."

"Oh there are soda cans I can get you one," Tommy said heading back inside.

You pushed past him irritated, "I'll get it myself. Hopefully you can take a hint and leave me alone."

Tommy realized that getting through to you was going to be a challenge. This really wasn't what he thought being with his soulmate was going to be like. What if you weren't his mate? The first thing he said was supposed to be what was written on your skin. He got no reaction from the moment he met you. Tommy got an aching feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Are you always going to see me as the bad guy?" he said in an off handed manner.

You stopped in your tracks. You'd known that sentence from the moment you could read. The words imprinted into you were just spoken by the man you'd been trying to avoid. Turning around you slowly walked back to Tommy. 

You walked back to him standing inches away and whispered, "Only if it means I get to give my soulmate a hard time."

Finally! Tommy smiled so bright  you were sure you'd go blind. He lifted his sleeve revealing the words you said to him hours ago. Giggling you turned your arm showing him the inside of your bicep.

"I can't believe you didn't say this the first time," you told him in amusement.

Tommy chuckled shaking his head, "I've been stressing out all this time thinking I was matchless. Don't play with my feelings."

You laughed and in that moment Tommy knew that was the only thing that could ever make his heart skip a beat.  

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Ro & Drew

Ro: Somehow I've lost you! I have no idea how that's even possible... Ro: Where are you? Drew: Whoops! Got carried away in my exploring, swear you were right behind me Drew: Have to meet up after now Ro: But you'll miss the rest of the tour Ro: My highlights on retelling can't possibly compare to this guide Drew: I know, such a shame 😕 but there's still the holocaust one on Wednesday Drew: but you're such an excellent storyteller ❤ Ro: You're lovely but I can't help feeling I should double back and try to find you Ro: We could do our own walking tour just us two Drew: No, no, I don't want you to have to start over Drew: Enjoy your tour without me distracting you 😘 Ro: At least promise me you'll track down Caleb and Ali Ro: I can't bear the thought of you at a loose end on such a warm day Ro: You can distract them, I'm sure they need reminding of the sights besides each other Drew: Can work on my tan 😎 Drew: but sure, I'll try and pry 'em apart Drew: sickening, isn't it? 😂 Ro: You're supposed to be NOT distracting me Ro: I'd rather Caleb on her arm than Carly, that really was too much PDA Drew: 😋 hehe you're cute Drew: Yeah but at least they're both pretty Drew: soz Caleb 😝 Ro: You are. Especially out of school uniform Ro: Oh, you think she's pretty? I don't see it myself but then again Caleb is more of my type Drew: Yeah? Well I can think of some outfits I wanna see you out of too Ro: Really? Ro: You'll have to tell me about it when we find each other again Drew: Why talk when I have so many fun ways I can show you Ro: Because you have such a way with words Ro: You're sweet talking me now, despite insisting upon a lack of distractions Ro: And disappearing before I can even touch you Drew: True but I'm even better with the physical Drew: You'll see Drew: Come find me, fuck the tour Ro: Of course you are Ro: But I don't think a hostel is the place to find that out Ro: If you have any more romantic suggestions I'm all ears Drew: we can get a hotel room Drew: anything you want Ro: I think the teachers might have something to say about that though Ro: And I couldn't expect you to spend all your money on a room Drew: Not planning on telling them Drew: pay for the night 'cos I doubt they do hourly rates but obviously we can't stay Drew: I've got loads, that's no issue Ro: But I'd want to stay with you Ro: Have the whole night together Drew: Alright Drew: Carly's not sharing with anyone Drew: I'll ask her if we can have her room, she can go in with Ali Ro: I'm sure she'd be more than willing Ro: However I'm not sure I am Ro: Being surrounded by Carly is hardly the mood I want to be in Ro: I can imagine what her room is like Drew: I doubt she's unpacked Drew: not here that long, babe Ro: I've unpacked, it's a fair assumption that she might have Ro: Not to mention that she'll realise what we want her room for Drew: So? She won't care Ro: But I care Ro: It's between us, I don't want everyone at school knowing our business Drew: She ain't gonna tell no one Ro: How do you know that? Drew: 'Cos she's got no reason to Drew: she ain't like that either, all the shit said about her, like Ro: Maybe she'd like to change the news cycle Ro: Why are you so sure you can vouch for her silence? Drew: I know females Drew: trust me Ro: What is that supposed to mean? Drew: What I said... Drew: I'm not thick, I know people, what they're like Ro: How well do you know her? Drew: What? Ro: It's not a difficult question Drew: Just a silly one then Drew: Lemme think Drew: we have our core subjects together, when she shows up...been to a few parties where she's also there Drew: enough info? Ro: Don't call me silly Ro: You said she's pretty and you know she's sleeping alone Ro: Among other things about her character apparently Drew: I said the question was, not you Drew: Yeah, 'cos I asked who she'd be bunking with as you and Ali are together, polite conversation in the breakfast queue Drew: Is that okay? Ro: I asked the question, Drew, it's therefore implied Ro: Do you think it's okay? Ro: Was she the one you were talking to one the coach? You had your phone out a lot Drew: It was Ana Drew: you know what she's like Drew: ask Caleb Ro: I am well aware of what she's like, yes Ro: I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so jealous, it's just Drew: Just what? Ro: I don't want to lose you, that's all Ro: You're very special to me Ro: You know that Drew: Yeah? Well, doesn't feel like it Ro: I'm sorry Ro: Caleb put me on edge with his jokes, of course I'm not threatened by Ms Woodfield, but other girls are interested in you Drew: I can't help that Ro: I know and I'm not blaming you Ro: It's my fault Drew: Forget about it Ro: I can't Ro: Until you forgive me Ro: What can I do to make it up to you? Drew: You know Ro: Okay Ro: Where are you? Drew: [Sends location, is in a pub] Ro: Meet me outside Ro: I'll need...hm...15 minutes to make my way to you Drew: Alright Ro: You're not drunk, are you? Drew: No Drew: you've not been gone that long Ro: Just checking Drew: Whatever Drew: I never get drunk, I've got a really high tolerance Ro: Okay, good Ro: I'll be there soon Drew: Yeah, hurry Ro: I don't have heels on, don't worry