#it was also a Wednesday like today and it had been an awful day and I had a headache

[whenthegoldrays]

Hmm

[colourstreakgryffin]

HIIIIII I'M BACK, my phone was broken for a few days and even when it was fixed I had no inspo for ideas on asks... BUBUBUBUBUT I'M BACK AND I GOT AN IDEAAAA

I've been losing interest in kny recently so I think I'll go along with Hazbin Hotel!!

Hear me out so much, Husk, Cherri, or Vox with reader who does ballet... I do ballet myself and that shit is soohohohoho fucking awesome and painful at the same time, like doing a split while doing a backbend too, not even like a half assed split no no no no no. A perfectly aligned split. I've had so much moments where I thought my legs would just... *pop* like a doll's. BUT ENOUGH OF MY RANTING.

remember to take breaks and drink enough water, you don't have to rush anything. take good care of yourself, make sure you have healthy habits and treat yourself to something today, like going out to a great restaurant! idk but just make sure you treat yourself to something nice today, Chiharu :3

here's terribly deformed Charlie bringing you chocolate milk :3

Haha! I have that EXACT SAME picture! I love terribly deformed Charlie bringing me chocolate milk every Wednesday. Thanks, Lottie! You know Husk’s response to our flexibility is a resounding ‘what the fuck’ and this is my first time ever trying out Cherri! And hey, I won’t write Cherri or Vox, I’ll write both!

Husk

Husk is a sweetheart when it comes to being your boyfriend, trust me. He’s caring, he may be a bit rough with his advice but he only does so in order to protect you. He’s skilled with people and he is happy to help comfort you. His patience is high… but even Husk himself is anxious at getting to see your beloved hobby

Ballet. Well, Husk isn’t against it. He always thought it was such an old hobby. That ballet dancers don’t really exist anymore but then again, he won’t express his thoughts outloud and he gives you thumbs up when watching your practices. It’s very impressive and he isn’t against being at every single practice to performance

You know Husk is freaked out by how flexible you are. Back bends whilst doing full on splits. Satan’s fuck, he is cringing at how a human body can do that but at the same time, he’s so impressed that he just can’t bring himself to hate what he is looking at

Husk is in complete and utter awe when he can review your practice performances. Ballet may be a bit disturbing to him, due to how much it stretches the body’s limits, but it’s also so beautiful, graceful and majestic

Husk can’t pull his eyes off you and he falls into a deep state of enamour. You’re so beautiful, even more than you already are, as you dance. He couldn’t even believe it was possible 

Husk is quite protective over you, like I said before, so when you land on your ankle badly, he is rushing onto the stage to check it and carry you out to make sure you’ll heal well. He won’t let you practice or stretch or practice your flexibility until you are doing better

“Honeypot. You will win this dance, I know you will. You’ve done training for years and you look incredible as you dance. Yes, I will be there in the crowd”

Cherri Bomb

Cherri Bomb is an energetic, supportive and joyful girlfriend. One that doesn’t mind getting a bit destructive and carefree with her partner and encouraging them to have more fun with her but has a soft spot. Of course, however, you know she will take your hobby seriously and help you or watch you for you, it’s actually fun to her as well

Cherri actually finds your ballet passion ‘precious and cute’. Something she is all for since it’s such a simple, innocent, harmless favourite activity. She likes making bombs to make things explode, you love to explode the competition and grace the dancefloor stage with your beauty and poise

Cherri may seem like she isn’t much of a dancer, maybe more of a rapper but seriously, she actually is and it’s canon that she is a very skilled dancer so there is no doubt that she is either passing down her own skills in dancing, training you more or dancing with you. She will dance ballet with you and practice two-dancer ballet with you

Cherri will blow up a hole in the wall at your practice ballrooms or your performance ballrooms to make it and she refuses to let anybody else try take care of you if you’re hurt so suspect her to get into a fight, in a crime of protective passion. She wants you happy and safe, she’ll fight for that

Cherri is actually quite fine with how flexible you are and how your warm-up stretching can really stretch out your limbs. The way you lift your leg up until it’s completely vertical and both your pelvis and the underneath of your thigh is visible. She is impressed and asks if you can teach her how to be so flexible. She isn’t as disturbed as the other two, she likes it

Cherri, just like Husk and Vox, falls into a complete and utter admiration at being able to watch you perform and dance. The soothing gentle music has her head dancing as well and her single eye basically widening, she’s more in love now then ever

“Hey-ya, bubblegum. Did’ya have fun on ‘dat stage? I had fun recordin’ it! You looked amazin’, you’ll win this tournament. No problem! Of course, babe, I’ll be in the front row!”

Vox

Vox is a busy man and can be a bit arrogant at times, but he is actually quite a good boyfriend. He gives off good advice and support, he is protective with his power and he is the type to spoil his lover. When he is around, he’d doting, he’s a bit overbearing but because he cares and he makes sure you’ll always feel loved and comfortable with him

Vox is actually quite supportive but he is the voice of reason. He won’t tolerate you overdoing yourself in your precious little hobby, he will encourage to dance ballet but if you go too far, he will step in and correct your behaviours. However, that doesn’t often happen so you can dance all you want at the big practice ballroom he hired out for you and/or dancing with you

Vox isn’t sure how to feel about seeing how flexible you are… it’s pretty hot but at the same time, it’s disturbing. You’re on the floor and you’re stretching your pushed-back leg over your back so much that you’re almost in a wheel-shape with your body. He’s amazed, he is already cheering you on, he’s recording it to brag about he can’t help but feel aroused

Vox, everytime he attends your passionate hobby’s practice and performance events, records it on his phone or on his own face so he can both watch it back to admire you and to show the other Vees that he is the boyfriend of the best ballet dancer in Hell. He sometimes forgets to record it since you look so… incredible

Vox is protective, extremely protective. You’re smaller, you’re weaker. You’re less wealthy and less well off. You require constant guarding to ensure you’ll be able to make it to the next day. If you even slightly land on your ankle awkwardly, he is stomping up to the stage and taking you away so he can check up on you

You know Vox almost drops the camera he is using to record you every professional dance on the stage and he can’t stop thinking about how unbelievably beautiful you look, how you’re as silly and velvety like a swan with your every spin and flex. He takes a few seconds to snap out of his awe over you

“Come now, sweetheart. You’ve done more than enough, that dance can again-kill everybody in this room and you made all those amateurs look pathetic. I want to reward you for this. Don’t you worry, I’ll be at the final performance“

[dreamsontheirway]

Lemon & Honey | S.R.

Summary: The reader has postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome, or POTS, and suffers from fainting spells. Warnings: POTS, fainting Word Count: 2.1k

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Growing up, you always had awful menstrual cycles. They were heavy, you were emotional, and black dots danced in your vision each time you stood up. When you became a teenager and started the birth control pill, your cycles became better, more consistent. But that was also when the fainting started.

In your teenage years and into young adulthood, you fainted multiple times a week, sometimes more. At first, the doctors had no idea what was wrong and they thought the worst. It was a scary time for you and your family, not knowing what was causing these debilitating fainting spells.

Finally, a couple months after your twenty-first birthday, you went to a new doctor. You soon learned that your extreme menstrual cycles and your fainting spells were connected. You were diagnosed with POTS.

You recalled the memory, your brows furrowing in confusion as your mother’s hand held yours.

“Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome,” the doctor furthered. “Your fainting is caused by an extreme change in heart rate, particularly when changing from a seated to standing position.”

“Fainting isn’t always a common symptom,” the doctor continued, looking at you with kind eyes. “But it can happen more than people realize. There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/N. We will get you on a medicine to manage this.”

You liked to think that miracle doctor saved your life that day. If it weren’t for him, you may still have these debilitating fainting spells. If it weren’t for him, you would have never found a medicine that reduced your fainting to once in a blue moon. If it weren’t for him, you would’ve never joined the FBI and met the love of your life, Spencer Reid.

You and Spencer have been dating for several months, but he has yet to learn about your diagnosis. With how managed it is now, it merely feels like an afterthought for you.

However, that doesn’t mean Spencer hasn’t picked up on a few things over the course of your relationship. He noticed how awful your periods messed with you; the cramps and the depression. He noticed the way you gripped the side of the table until your knuckles turned white upon standing up from your desk.

Spencer knew that there were a multitude of reasons for these behaviors. Maybe she has low iron levels? Could it be orthostatic hypotension? Unfortunately for Spencer, there was never a way to fully diagnose your symptoms. He was forced to sit and witness, and take care of you, with your struggles. Spencer probably would’ve figured out your diagnosis, if it weren’t for the fact that you’d never fainted around him, yet.

That fateful day came on a Wednesday in the middle of October. The trees were transforming, swirling colors of red and orange and yellow. You walked into the bullpen, preparing yourself for the mountains of case files you knew you had to complete.

You had woken up feeling the symptoms. The pounding in your chest, the dizziness. You could often tell when it was going to be a bad day in terms of your diagnosis, but today you brushed it off. It had been months since you fainted, and you were beginning to hope that you never would again. You realized that was likely wishful thinking, but you continued your morning as normal.

Well, somewhat normal. Upon sitting at your desk, you realized you probably shouldn’t have coffee today. You probably shouldn’t have tea, either, but you needed something. The caffeine from the drinks spiked your heart rate, making fainting inevitable on a day like today. Your thoughts were interrupted by the kind voice of your boyfriend.

“Good morning, I picked this up on my way in.”

A tea bag was draped over the side of the cafe take out cup, and you grinned. Somehow, Spencer always knew what you needed, despite you having yet telling him about your POTS.

“It’s a green tea with a splash of black, with lemon and honey.” Spencer smiled goofily, his mouth straight, but outstretched and downturned. You always thought he looked reminiscent of an amphibian, in the cutest possible way of course.

“You are literally the best thing to ever happen to me,” you spoke, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

Even though you were joking, a part of you really meant it. Sometimes it felt like Spencer read your mind when it came to the things you needed, especially when dealing with your symptoms. Of course, there were many other things that Spencer was a bit clueless about. When it came to your symptoms, though, he somehow just knew.

Spencer occasionally brought you coffee, too, but he had noticed your behavior being off yesterday and last night. He noticed your white knuckles gripping the desk almost every time you stood up yesterday. Last night, he noticed your exhaustion. You two had been sat on your couch, watching a movie. Your head had rested on his shoulder, but you fell asleep nearly twenty minutes into the movie.

Spencer had a hunch, but he wasn’t sure. He was starting to wonder if there was something wrong with your heart rate. If he was correct, coffee was the worst possible thing you could be drinking. In all seriousness, you should only be drinking water, but he knew you needed something to be able to function. So, he decided on your favorite tea order.

Several hours ticked by, the pile of files on your desk slowly but surely decreasing. Your tea was long gone, but your eyes kept fluttering closed. You needed more caffeine or you were going to fall asleep at this desk and probably get written up. The thought of getting in trouble stirred you to a straightened sitting position.

You stood, your head pounding along with your quickened heart rate. Your hands gripped the desk for a few moments, enough time for your vision to clear from the black veil. You continued towards the kitchenette to find something to keep you awake.

Spencer had witnessed the entire ordeal, and he quickly stood and followed you to the kitchenette. If his hunch was correct, any more caffeine would surely make you feel much, much worse.

“Y/N,” he spoke, and you whipped around to look at him. “What’re you doing?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion at your boyfriend’s concerned face.

“I am looking for more tea?” You said, a questioning tone lacing your words.

“I don’t think you should have any more.”

“Excuse me?” You asked incredulously. Spencer had never made any sort of remark about what you should or should not be eating or drinking. Luckily, he typically knew better than that.

“I noticed that you get dizzy when you stand up. If my hunch is correct, any more caffeine may make you more dizzy and potentially lose consciousness.”

You gaped at him, wondering how he had merely hypothesized a diagnosis that had taken years for you and your doctor’s to figure out. He is a doctor, you thought, but not that kind of doctor.

“I don’t see how what I drink is any of your business.” You muttered, more harshly than you intended to.

The continuous pounding in your head paired with the frustration of not having more caffeine just pissed you off. You grabbed a water bottle and stormed back to your desk.

Spencer wasn’t upset at your anger towards him, especially when he saw that you chose a water instead of more tea. He was just glad that you were taking care of yourself. In addition, he knew you’d most likely feel bad about your outburst in a few minutes and everything would be fine. Even if you didn’t, he didn’t care all too much.

You stormed back to your desk, the tips of your ears red with anger and embarrassment. You felt bad for lashing out at Spencer, but frankly, you wanted your damn tea. Now you had to resort to the classic way of waking yourself up, cold water and the stinging on your arms. You pulled a hair band that rested on your wrist above the flesh before letting it ricochet back to your skin, leaving a red mark. It hurt, but it did the trick.

Another hour or so passed, and you had to go to the restroom. Once again, upon standing your vision blackened and you waited a few moments before continuing out of the bullpen.

Of course, in typical Spencer fashion, he noticed it all, but there was something different this time. Not only did the time it took you to regain yourself take much longer, but your eyes were squinted as you left the bullpen. It wasn’t that bright in here. He wondered if you had a headache, or if there was still blackness clouding your vision.

He didn’t have time to decide before he hopped up and followed you. Upon seeing you, he was extremely glad that he did. You were leaned against the hallway wall, starting to sag.

“Y/N!”

He rushed to you then, either hands gripping your waist to hold you steady.

You mumbled something incoherently, your vision almost completely masked by unconsciousness. You felt hands on your waist and it was the permission your body seemed to need in order to let go.

Spencer felt your body go limp, and he pulled you into him before lowering you to the floor.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered frantically, as his hands hovered above you, unsure of what to do.

He reminded himself that most fainting victims will wake up within the minute. He knew he had to be patient, but that was fucking impossible at the sight of his girlfriend unconscious and crumpled on the floor.

He was about to get up and call for help when he heard you groan.

“Love,” he cooed, falling to his knees, his hand softly grazing your flushed cheek.

“Spence?”

“Yeah, beautiful, it’s me. I’m right here.”

“Did I faint?” Your eyes were still closed, presumably to shield yourself from the harsh light of the hallway.

“Yeah, love, you did.”

You slowly nodded and started to sit up. Spencer started to protest, but he decided to help you lean against the wall instead.

“I’m sorry, Spencer, it’s my fault. I should’ve been more careful like you said.”

His brows crumpled. He felt guilty for making you feel as if this was your fault.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” He kissed your temple, his heart fluttering with thankfulness that you were alright.

“Spence, I have to tell you something.”

His heart fluttered in anticipation, worried of what you might say. He nodded, encouraging you to continue.

“I have POTS, it’s,”

“Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome,” Spencer finished for you, a guilty smile playing his lips when he realized he interrupted you.

“Yeah,” you smiled at him, thankful that you wouldn’t have to go through the spiel of explanation. Of course, not that you expected you’d have to with Spencer, the resident genius.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he started, rubbing your cheek again. “It seems like you have a bad case of it.”

She paled at the memory of what she had gone through growing up.

“It used to be worse, if you can believe it.”

Spencer’s jaw tightened, bothered that you’d had to go through any of this. The fact that it used to be worse pulled on the strings of his heart.

“What can I do?”

You smiled at him, thankful for his understanding and willingness to help.

“If I’m being honest, I should probably go home, but all those files,” you paused, groaning at the thought of your continuous mountain of case files.

“No, we’re going home. I’ll bring your case files and work on them.” Spencer stated matter-of-factly.

You didn’t protest; you knew how fast his reading skills were, and you were at the point where you’d appreciate any help.

“Will you tell Hotch? I’ll grab my stuff," you spoke and started to sit up, but Spencer softly held your shoulders down.

“No, you stay here. I’ll grab your stuff and be right back. I don’t want you fainting again.”

“Spence,” you began to protest, but he was already gone.

You smiled lovingly, sipping at the water from the bottle that he had brought with him when he followed you. You felt so thankful to be with a man like Spencer, someone who looked after you and knew what you needed when you needed it. You loved Spencer Reid, you realized, and you would tell him as soon as he came back.

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Part II (?)

A/N: Wow, this was the longest single-shot fic I've written! It sort of was just at the tips of my fingers and wrote itself. I really love it and I hope you do, too! Please let me know if you'd like a part 2!

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More Slither and Writhe today. A snip of Sylawen and Thrynn make their way through Falkreath.

It was late afternoon, and the waning sunlight found them scattered and weak through the fingers of the pines. Whatever storm had been brewing reached them moribund, no more than a formless mist, but it was cold mist all the same, and it sank deeply. Straight down to the bone.  The mud sucked at Sylawen’s boots, adding a pound to each stride, and this weather was doing something awful to her skin. Her cheeks burned. Her lips flaked; she could feel the dead bits of it grappling for purchase on her lower lip, so she scraped them off with her teeth, and the thin, bleeding cuts left in their place stung whenever she licked them. I hate Skyrim, she decided then. What a dirty, ugly place filled with dirty, ugly people. And never before had she felt so dirty and ugly either. It was a good thing then that she had Thrynn for company. Juxtaposed, he was still the more unsightly one between them. Wind-chafed but optimistic, Sylawen trudged on. No matter where they ended up, it couldn’t be much worse than where she’d started, and hopefully the next town over stocked a healthy supply of ointment. The thick, pasty kind with zinc. Her stomach rumbled, not the first time that day. “I’m hungry,” she said aloud as if Thrynn hadn’t heard the rumbling, but he didn’t acknowledge her. Not that she’d much expected him to. Still sore about the whole eye-stabbing thing, he spoke little at all to her while they traveled. Stubborn baby. If she could move past the emotional distress of her abduction, why, a little bodily harm was nothing! So dramatic! “Do you know where we are?” Sylawen tried again.  “Not with any more certainty than I did the last time you asked.” “Shouldn’t you be able to… I don’t know, look at the sun and discern the cardinal directions or something?” Thrynn scowled. “What do I look like, a bird heading south for the winter?” “I merely assumed,” Sylawen said, “given you were living out here in the wilds like a barbarian, that perhaps you’d have picked up some primitive survival skills.” “And if you’d any survival skills of your own, you’d know when to shut your mouth and let a man enjoy his peace.” “Hmph!"

[queerdiaz]

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So I saw this gifset from the amazing @cafecitoeddie and got this instant need to write an Eddie x Terry fic (don't worry I'm still working on my buddie longfic and all my prompts). I'm not sure about what I've written so far but here you go

If Eddie were to say that today was a day then that would be the understatement of the fucking millienia. After what felt like forever, they had finally found a bloodied and bruised Chimney. Tommy had even flew in a fucking helicopter so the groom could finally marry the bride – after getting thoroughly checked by Hen of course.

And now here they are, everyone happy and dancing like Chimney didn’t almost die, again. But that’s okay, because if any of them learned anything from their job and all the trauma, is to enjoy what you have when you have it.

At that thought, Eddie looks away from the bride and groom carefully but still lovingly dancing to see Buck and Tommy in their own little world swaying to the sweet love song. He quickly turns around and walks towards the drink table to grab another flute of champagne.

Eddie downs the entire glass and sighs.

It’s pretty damn awful timing to break up with your girlfriend because – surprise! – you realized that not only you’re gay but you’re in love with your best friend only after said best friend also discovered his queerness but is starting to date a guy that you’re pretty sure you also had a crush on as well.

The universe is a cruel, cruel bitch.

“Hey, Eddie!” A voice comes to break himself out of his thoughts.

Eddie turns to see a face he hasn’t seen since working at dispatch.

He pushes all his anguish aside for now for him to process later with Frank, and lets out a genuine smile.

“Hey, Terry! Long time no see.”

The other man gives him a bright smile in return. “Yeah, it’s been a while. How’ve you been?”

Feeling like a sad gay disaster, he thinks. He says, “Great. How ‘bout you?”

“Pretty good.” He looks tentatively at Eddie for a moment before continuing. “I know you’re where you belong but I have to say I was kinda sad when you left dispatch. The LAFD twitter is just not the same without you.”

Eddie laughs.

That was a dark time in his life. But where Josh made him feel like an outsider, Terry – along with May, Linda, and Sue – helped him feel welcomed there. It’s nice to feel like he was missed.

“Yeah, I do not miss that. But I do miss y’all over there.” He pauses. “Even though I'm so glad I left.”

Terry laughs, his smile wide, and something in Eddie's stomach flutters. Like butterflies.

It then hits him. He’s attracted to Terry. He likes Terry.

That both terrifies him and sends thrills down his spine.

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[blueeyedgrlwrites]

WIP Wednesday, June 26, 2024

Happy hump day humans! I had every intention of posting this earlier in the day and then my ADHD meds actually worked and I was productive on other things? Sounds fake, and I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't experienced it.

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"For being two people that have to communicate clearly in our lines of work, we're awful at it with each other," Alex laughs softly. "In our defense, we haven't had to navigate a challenge like this before," Henry matches Alex's laugh before leaning back again. "There's no one else I'd want to fight through this with though. You will always be the other half of me and what makes my world whole." "What Austen novel did you pull that from?" Alex teases. "That, love, is a Henry Fox original." Henry grips Alex’s shirt where it falls open and tugs him forward, a smirk tugging at his lips as they meet Alex’s.

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I have not seen a single insect yet today, which is a low bar to clear but so far means it's being a good day.

I'm moving towards digital cleaning for NaClYoHo for the rest of the week, because I'll be traveling, and I've been stressed since yesterday about my actual employment work, so I kept it light today -- I cleaned for the catsitter (emptied all the trash cans, made sure the place looked tidy, put my meds away, left out the wet food and an envelope with tips in it, etc) and then did a bit of a scrub-down on the stove and the rest of the kitchen counter, so now the counters are completely clean, if the floors are still a bit iffy.

I am counting everything I did for my job today also, because it was awful but I did it like a goddamn adult. It's holiday card season and I had to deduplicate a 3000-name list (got it down to about 2000, which is the usual size of our mailing list) and then design the card and send it to 1. my boss and 2. our new CEO who is terrifying. Mainly because I've only met him once and don't really know what he's like or how he's going to react to a rando he barely knows asking him to approve a holiday card without warning, but still.

I am also frankly not looking forward to a lot of the digital work I have to do in the next few days NOT for my job, but at least it won't be very physical. And fortunately I won't be home on Wednesday when my building is doing a water shut-off 8am to 8pm on my floor, which is...certainly something to have happen on the day before Thanksgiving.

At least the day will be done relatively soon, and I can stop fretting about the cards until Monday. I think it might be time to bring up with my boss the idea of handing this project off to someone else, but on the other hand I'm the only bridge between the two departments that would need to work on it, so I suppose logic dictates that I continue to wail and gnash my teeth. :D

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Thank you for the tags @whocaresstillthelouvre (lol I just tagged myself, that's where my brain is today.) ANYWAYS, thank you for the tags @magpiepills and @sawymredfox

I have a loose idea for 2000's house party shenanigans and meeting Frankie Morales (shout out to the camp Discord) before the cops break up the party. I'm going to take A LOT of inspo from the shenanigans @ohheypedrito and I shared from our early/late teens. Like a ton of indie kids hanging out listening to good music, getting high and getting drunk. HOW DID WE SURVIVE MARISSA?!

Three drinks in. Your limbs hang looser, your smile beams wider. You feel good. It’s been a long week, work has been awful, your roommates are somehow even more annoying, not to mention the damn parking ticket you got yesterday.... you need this night.   You can’t keep your eyes off of the tan skinned, espresso eyed man across the table, he’s here with some guys you’ve never met… all friendly, all attractive, all talkative, besides him. He nurses a red Solo cup most of the night, occasionally taking a hit of the joint he passes around with his friend, also brown eyed and cute.  “Hey!” you shout over the music, your bravery strengthened by the alcohol buzzing inside you, “can I have a hit?” His eyes meet yours when he reaches the joint out to you, your breath hitches when you notice how thick his fingers are wrapped around the cigarette.

I'm also working on my entry for @burntheedges' trope challenge. The biggest, gushiest thank you to @maggiemayhemnj for giving me this cabin idea for Joel and reader.

“Nervous flyer?” you ask. “You could say that,” he grumbles. “Never liked giving up control of my life to someone I don’t know.” “I understand that, but this happens to millions of people a day, you only hear about the bad.” “I get that,” he chuckles, quickly stopping as the plane begins to roll on the tarmac. “Still don’t have to like it.”  “Well, I fly all the time, I’m sure everything will go smoothly.”  “Here’s hoping,” he sighs, sinking deeper into the seat. 

THEN THIRD. I'm also working on the follow up to Golden Girl.

You don’t know if it was the exhaustion of your marriage ending or Dieter’s body against yours, but you haven’t slept that well in years. You gently back away and watch him rest. Fluffy, tousled hair spreads across the pillow, his parted plush lips gently percolate out snores, the lines across his face are much gentler and relaxed in his slumber. The sunlight peeking through the curtain lights a strip across his face that turns his skin golden and dark hair almost hazel. You usually don’t allow yourself to look at him, constantly fighting the pull you’ve always had towards him. That night in the dive bar, kissing his whiskey soaked lips, the deep rumble of laughter left against your lips when you pulled away. You could have had him, and yet you were too enamored by his handsome blue eyed friend who said all the things you wanted to hear a man tell you. Warren was always good at saying everything you wanted to hear, even when half of the time he was lying. You feel so idiotic.

As for tags, I'm *SO* late but I'm still going to tag, if you've posted, please tag me so I can swoon over your writing.

@mothandpidgeon, @justagalwhowrites, @yopossum, @luxurychristmaspudding, @schnarfer

[boxerharrys]

The New Girl Spencer x F Reader part 2

sorry for any spelling mistakes or punctuations missing! and I'm not the best at writing but I was excited to get this out!

(also side note I bought something off of Spencers Depop today and he shipped today as well. So I sent a message on there saying thanks for shipping so fast not thinking he'd respond but then he did and it made me so giddy! lol well enjoy?)

( trying to make this like a real fanfic a true story to it)

As you got home you started your camera up and filmed a video explaining how you will not be working for Smosh as you edited it you had the realization you should it ‘I booked’ you kept it ready for when you are able to post.

You settled on your couch reading your paperwork from Smosh today. Your first video will be for Smosh Games channel. You will be playing ‘Sounds Fishy’ For Board AF with Shayne, Angela, Chanse, and Courtney. So excited to meet everyone you rest up.  

Same Day: 

Shayne walks up to Selina being the best wing man.

“So who was that you had a conference wither earlier? Was it a new cast member or some type of deal?’ Shayne asked 

“Actually she out new cast member she really funny and cool her name is Y/N. She’s staring next Wednesday” Selina said. 

“Awesome can wait for us to all meet her” Shayne says. He quickly runs off to find Spencer. “Spencer! SPENCER!” Shayne calls out as he approaches Spencers desk” 

“What do you need?” Spencer says in a sarcastic annoyed tone.

“That ‘angel’ you saw earlier is our new cast member… and she starts next Wednesday. I’m gonna be the best wingman” Shayne says excitedly while moving his eyebrows. 

“Oh awesome I won’t be able to talk to her on Wednesday ill be hiding in the games set for now” Spencer says.

Fast forward to next Wednesday: 

 You were so excited to meet everyone and film today, you got ready with a cup of coffee getting your clothes together doing your hair and makeup and packing a lunch. You weren’t sure if you had time to go anywhere or anything like that. As you drove to the office you listened to your playlist to keep you calm for your exciting day. 

You went to the front door scanning your new badge you received in the mail. But as you entered you almost walked into Chanse. 

“Oh Hey girl you must be Y/N I’m Chanse! I can’t wait to film with you later today!” Chanse says 

“Oh hi! Yes me too!” You say.

“Ill show you to your new desk” Chanse says. As you guys walk to your new desk you stop and meet the crew you didn’t yet and some cast members. 

“Hey guys this is Y/n the new cast member’ Chanse says. 

Amanda, Arasha, Damien, and Angela was there; you fangirled a little in your head but was pleased to meet them. You made it to your desk and settled in; grabbing your laptop out and started writing a little. You were interrupted by someone no other than Shayne and Courtney.

“Hey you’re Y/N right I’m Courtney this is Shayne, it nice to meet you we are excited for you joining our cast. Courtney says.

“Oh hi guys sorry but gotta be honest I love you guys I’ve been watching Smosh for years and you guys have inspired me so much it a honor to be working with you guys” you say to them.

“Aw thank you so much can’t wait to be inspired by you soon” Courtney says.

“Hey its almost our call time for Board AF, are you ready Y/N?” Questioned Shayne.

“Oh hell yeah I’m so excited but nervous” you say

As you all walked on to the game set you were introduced to everyone behind the scenes. “Hey just wanted to ask if anyone could possibly just give me a run down on how the game goes?” You asked 

“Oh yeah definitely! Spencer can you show Y/N really quick how the game goes and the rules” Alex says.

You see Spencer turning around from the back of the room almost like he was hiding.

“Uh-um yeah I can do that” Spencer says anxiously.

You go a sit at the table while Spencer walks over to you and leans down. As he leaned down you got a whiff of his cologne ‘damn he smells good you say to yourself’. Then Spencer starts to show you how the games works and goes over the rules. 

“ Does that make sense?” Spencer questioned as he looked at you.

You turned your head and stared into his eye thinking over everything. But then he looked away fast and pretended to look around the room. ‘Hmm that was weird does he not like me or something idk its probably nothing and just my nerves’ you said to yourself. “Uh yeah I think so thank you” he then hurries away and leaves the room. Shayne then follows him and you look at Courtney “okay then” you say out loud. 

“Im not sure what that was about maybe he remembered something” Courtney says. 

Out of the stage with Spencer and Shayne:

Shayne runs up to Spencer “bro what’s that” shayne says.

Spencer turns around and says “I just couldn’t look her in the eyes like that my heart was pounding out of my chest dude, she’s even prettier in person and smells so good… have you smelled her shayne hahaha?’

“Um no I’m not a weirdo Spence…but you’re gonna have to man up and control this she works here now man” shayne says 

“Yeah you’re right” Spencer says then taking deeps breaths to call his heart rate down.

“Okay lets go back I can do this” Spencer says.

You see Spencer and shayne walk back to the stage “y’all ready for this” Spencer says excitingly as he’s coming back in.

Through out filming you noticed Spencer staring at you a bit. It made you a little nervous but stopped paying attention to it so you could focus on doing the best you can for your first impression. 

“Wow guys that was awesome thank you and if you’re done for the day have a good day!” Spencer says out to everyone.

You then left the stage room and went back to your desk just chilling.

Meanwhile in the stage room Shayne goes up to Spencer “dude she’s amazing.. she hilarious and it was juts a games video” Spencer says to Shayne

“I will say you might’ve made her nervous tho Spence, that whole time you were starring at her” shayne says 

“Psshhhh no I wasn’t” Spencer says 

Alex chimes in “yeah you were”

“Fuck she probably thinks Im a creep” says Spencer 

Back to you:

Selina went up to you “how was your first filming day?” Selina says 

“Awesome thank you for asking, I’m so glad it was a board game and not an actual video game I’m not the best at those and don’t know much.” You say 

“Well maybe we can change that!” Selina says.

The next day

Spencers POV:

He was sitting at the table with shayne an Courtney as you walk in and head to your desk.

“Dude you gotta talk to her and get to know her at least” Shayne says 

“Oh maybe we can all go to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate her joining and then you can make your move then!” Courtney exclaims 

“Oh gosh guys its too early I cant even control my nerves around her yet” Spencer says 

“Well I don’t care I’m still doing it I think it would be good for all of us to get to know her” Courtney says as they are making a group text on their phone. Courtney gets up to walk over to you. 

“Hey what your number I’m starting a group text so we can go out to celebrate you joining us” Courtney says to you. 

“Oh wow so sweet uh yeah here’s my number” you say to them. 

“Thanks!” Courtney says. 

Courtney starts walking back to the boys.. “welp I got her number for you now too” Courtney exclaims to Spencer. 

“Oh thanks so ill just express my affection to her and shell think its you” Spencer says 

“Okay well don’t do that I’m not trying to steal your woman cause you know she’d go for me” Courtney said laughing 

They all laugh in union… 

Spencer gets up and walks up to Selina. 

“ Hey so I have a gap for filming so we can add one if you have any ideas” Spencer says to Selina 

“Oh perfect I have an idea! You can teach Y/N how to play a video game!” Selina hurries and runs over to you before Spencer could protest. 

He hurries and goes up to Amanda and Angela “yo I need your guys help later I have to show Y/n how to play a game please be there with me so I’m not alone with her” Spencer says. 

“Oh right I was told you like her and now you’re scares to be with her hahah okay yeah I can” Amanda says

Cut to later in the day. You: 

You head to the games stage in the corner you see Amanda, Angela, and Spencer at the single little computer in the corner out of the way.

Spencer was wearing a baseball hat on backwards ‘ kind of hot with that hat backwards’ you said to yourself 

“Hey guys are you ready to film this hahaha” you said 

They said ‘hey’ back in union. You sat down as Spencer was finishing things up on the production side for this.

(For this think of the new video of Spencer showing Angela and and Amanda Resident Evil but with you added to the video and the backwards hat cause so hot when he wears one like that) 

Spencer finished up setting everything he needed to and started to record

As he sat down he looked over to the three of you and said “Guys my dream has come true I’m getting paid to show girls a video game” yo start laughing with the other girls.

Thought out the video you guys kept making jokes and laughing and you couldn’t help but silently agree with the jokes of Spencer being hot… did you really start to have a crush on him.

[goldengleams]

adam fantilli level 1000 clinger

“Fantilli, I have to go to class!” You groaned, trying to shove the boy off of you. He barely moved, only nestling his head further into your neck. You were both huddled under his comforter, trying to stay warm.

“No, stay here,” Adam said, his morning voice on full display. His brother, Luca, had already gotten up to go to his early class, so it was only the two of you in the small dorm room. Your room was a little bigger since you were a sophomore, but you somehow always ended up in Adam’s shared room.

“Adam,” you warned. Finally, Adam lifted his head a little to look you in the eyes. Whenever you said his first name, he knew you were serious.

“I love you, but I have to go to class,” you repeated and he shifted off of you so that you could climb out of his bed.

“Lunch today?” Adam asked, but he knew he didn’t have to. You both always went to your morning classes on Thursdays and met up for lunch, sometimes with his brother and other members of the Michigan hockey team.

You nodded, giving him a quick peck before you got ready for the day. Adam propped himself up in bed so he could watch you get ready, something he always did. He watched you in awe as you went through your morning routine. It had become pretty standard to sleep over on Wednesday nights after Adam had asked you to a month ago, so you had started bringing over clothes and your skincare.

You said goodbye to Adam before walking out and heading to your class, thinking about him on the way. Ever since you and Adam Fantilli had started dating, it felt like you were rarely apart. Prior to Adam, you had dated someone on the football team and practically swore off athletes after the way he had treated you. Adam was also younger than you, so he completely surprised you when he swept you off your feet. His bright eyes and even brighter smile had made every day better. After a semester long group project in the class you were in, he had finally asked you out, and you hadn’t looked back ever since.

Adam was the nicest guy you had ever met, and you didn’t just say that because he was your boyfriend. He always went out of his way to be there for you and support you as much as he could with his busy schedule.

Recently, Adam had expressed the idea of declaring for the NHL Early Entry Draft coming up in the Spring. You remembered feeling excited for him, but once he explained what would probably happen, you felt the air change. While you weren’t dwelling on the very real and very near future, you knew Adam was. The boy had become quite clingy in the past few weeks, and you were starting to get a little annoyed.

“She is still alive!” Your roommate, Jade, said when you sat down next to her in your marketing class. Your roommate had complained about your lack of girls’ nights, saying that all you did was spend time with Adam.

“You are so dramatic,” you rolled your eyes, pulling out your laptop.

“Y/N, I’ve barely seen you in a whole week! That hockey player has you tied down, girl,” she sassed back. “Can you please come home and sleep with me tonight? I’m getting lonely.”

You laughed, knowing your roommate hated the dark. She loved when you two talked at night and went over your days. “Yes, I’ll come back tonight. I was only over at Adam’s because he asked me to.”

She only hummed in response as the lecture began. While you tried to take notes, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.

Last week, when you went over to the hockey house with Adam and his teammates, he had been a little overly touchy. You both didn’t mind PDA, but after a few drinks, Adam definitely couldn’t comprehend personal space.

“Babe, baby,” Adam had whined, clinging to your arm as you tried to go dance.

“Fantilli, let me go,” you chuckled. You had decided to take it easy, only having one drink so you could keep anyone else on their feet. Adam had not done the same.

“Stay here,” he pleaded. “Me and Luke are so much fun, so much fun, babe.”

Adam wrapped both arms around you then, trying to keep you standing with him in the kitchen. He wasn’t a jealous guy and he never cared who you were friends with, but something about letting you go off into the hockey house without him made him agitated.

“I bet, but I’m going to dance with Emma. I’ll be back soon,” you had kissed him and left, missing the looks that the boys at the kitchen counter were sharing.

And maybe last month, when you had a big test to study for, you let his clinginess get in the way of your success.

Adam knew you had to study, but he had begged you to let him come over to watch the newest episode of your favorite show. You had given in but told him he needed to leave after it was over.

“Y’know, if Jade’s not here, we could do whatever we want,” Adam had tried to convince you.

“Babe, I can’t,” you groaned. “This assignment is worth a big percentage of the final project.”

Adam, always a fan of procrastination, had practically begged you to let him stay with the promise that he would be quiet so you could study. You had tried to deflect his pleas, but after the fourth one, you gave in, letting him kiss you and pull your attention from your assignment. Long story short, Adam wasn’t quiet and you didn’t really study. A long night of cuddling and fun led to a bad grade for you.

Your next class passed by with the same thoughts swimming in your head. Soon enough, you were walking towards the student union to meet Adam and his teammates for lunch.

He wasn’t there when you arrived, but Luca and Rutger were sitting there already. You waved to them and walked over to sit next to them.

“I’m surprised to see you without your other half,” Rutger joked. You pulled out your phone to place your order, but couldn’t stop your thoughts.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you two are usually sucking face whenever possible,” Rutger said, laughing like he had said the funniest joke. “Adam is fucking whipped, Y/N, like you know when he-”

“He just means you and Adam are usually together, Y/N,” Luca cut in, giving you a reprieve from Rutger’s energy.

“Luca, we didn’t even have class together, I’m not always with Adam,” you laughed, a little uneasy. You and Adam weren’t always together. At least, you didn’t think so.

“Look, I love my little brother, but he can be a little…attached,” Luca said, trying to make you understand as he gestured in the air with his hands.

“Attached?”

“Like, 1,000 level clinger attached,” Luca admitted. “He had this stuffed animal he got as a baby and I swear he didn’t put that thing down for like, six years, Y/N.”

You let your head fall against the back of the tall booth behind you. Rutger had stopped caring about the conversation, airpods in his ears, but Luca was staring at you.

“I mean, maybe he’s not being that way with you, I don’t know, but he told me he felt like you were pulling away and I told him it was probably because he wasn’t giving you any space. I felt like I could see it on your face when Rutger opened his mouth, fucking idiot,” Luca laughed softly. Even though he hadn’t known you very long, you felt like he could always tell where you were at emotionally.

You sighed, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. “Is he gonna be mad if I say something?”

“No,” Luca assured, shaking his head. “He falls really hard, really fast. He probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.”

“Maybe,” you said. “He told me about the draft, so it’s probably because of that.”

“He’d rather know than not, I promise, Y/N,” Luca said, and to the side, you could see Adam walking up with Rutger’s sister.

Luca gave you a little nod and thumbs up which made you feel a little more confident in talking to Adam later.

True to your word, you slept in your own dorm bed that night. Jade was thrilled, and you two had a little girls’ night since your only Thursday class was in the afternoon.

You woke up alone as Jade had an earlier class. You turned your phone on and it dinged as soon as it fully awoke.

From: fantilli 💓

Do u wanna stay over tn? Luca’s out

You smiled a little, knowing Luca had probably done so for your sake. You quickly typed back your answer.

To: fantilli 💓

Sure, can’t wait!

I’ll bring chipotle 🌯

Adam gave your message a thumbs up and you went about your day, trying not to think about the conversation you would have that night. You had already told Adam that you weren’t worried about how your lives would change in the coming months, but you didn’t know how he was handling it all. It seemed like he was handling it by refusing to let anything close go.

Once you finished your day and got the two of you dinner, you drove back to campus to go over to Adam’s dorm room. You couldn’t find the words that you wanted to say to him. You knocked softly on the door to Adam’s room, assuming he was inside.

“Fantilli? It’s me,” you called. Quickly enough, Adam opened his door and a smile spread across his face. He pulled you into a hug and gave you a quick kiss.

His smile was infectious and soon you were smiling, too. The cold that you felt escaped your body and you could only see and feel his content warmth.

“Hey babe! Oh, it smells so good.”

He took the bag of food from your arms and you carefully set your backpack down. Luca’s side of the room was all cleaned and you sent a silent thank you to him from across campus.

“No Luca tonight?” You questioned, taking a seat at his desk.

“No, he’s over at Molly’s for the night,” he said absentmindedly, setting up your food so you two could eat.

“Molly McG?” You asked.

Adam gave you a distracted hum in response. “Yeah, they’ve had a thing for a while. We knew them before we came here, so.”

You rolled your eyes, everyone seemed to know everyone in the hockey world. The idea that everyone would soon know Adam made you nervous.

He handed you your food and patted the spot next to him on his bed, motioning for you to come sit next to him. He seemed completely at ease, not knowing the inner dialogue you were dealing with.

You both sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, watching a repeat on his laptop, before you paused the show to capture his attention.

“Oh, did you want to watch something else?” Adam asked innocently. You shook your head, already feeling bad for making things awkward.

“No, Adam,” you said quietly. “I wanted to talk to you.”

Adam slowly put his fork down and turned to look at you. His blue eyes were wide as he anticipated what you would say next.

“It’s nothing bad, I swear,” you assured. “I just wanted to check in with you.”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” he said nervously, abandoning his food completely. You watched as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Are you okay? With everything coming up in the near future, I mean,” you trailed off. You didn’t need to spell it out for him, he knew what you meant.

Adam had a really good chance at being drafted within the top 10, maybe even top 5, news outlets were saying. You had read them all, of course. Whenever your mind drifted to Adam and you, you went online to see what the reality of his future would be.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he said, averting his eyes. It was one of his nervous tells and you knew it.

“Adam,” you moved closer to him so you could cup his face in your hands. “You can tell me anything.”

“You can’t understand it, Y/N. I can’t even understand it all,” he chuckled. “I’ve been dreaming of getting drafted and playing professional hockey since I was a little kid, it’s almost like there’s nothing left after it.”

A still silence fell between the two of you.

“It means I’m leaving everything I’ve ever known, Y/N,” he mumbled. “I’m scared.”

Those words broke your heart. Adam dropped his head to your shoulder and you could feel the fabric start to stick to your skin from dampness. You let him fall into you, trying to comfort him the best that you could. You thought of all of the times that Adam had been there for you, letting you rant to him whenever you needed it. Adam expressed his emotions different from you, bottling everything up and clinging for dear life.

“It’s gonna be the time of your life, Adam,” you assured, wiping his tears. “And everyone here will be cheering you on, babe, I know it.”

Adam gave you a watery smile and you swore your heart could’ve melted right then and there.

“And I want to stay together, if that’s what you want, too,” you said. Adam nodded rapidly before peppering kisses all over your face.

“I’m sorry for being so clingy, I just wasn’t sure how much time we had left,” Adam admitted in between kisses. “Luca gave me some relationship advice.”

You both laughed at that, glad Luca was playing both sides to help you out.

“It’s okay Fantilli, you can be my 1,000 level clinger any day,” you giggled.

The rest of the night, you and Adam cuddled and watched your favorite comfort movies. He knew you’d always be there for him, and you knew he’d always be there, maybe even attached at your hip.

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Finally had 5 minutes since being back at college to post this, hope you like it!!! More requests will be done soon, trust 🤞🏽

[guqwrvte]

make it three | one

⨽ summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.

⨽ pairing: vminkook x reader

⨽ genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)

⨽ warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, tipsy reader, strong language, and i think that's it?

⨽ word count: 2,5k

"I can't wait for this lecture to just end," You grumbled, staring at the clock on the wall.

Minus the twenty-minute break you received earlier, you had been in this lecture for three hours.

"Tell me about it." Yeonjun let out a sigh, sinking into his seat. "I'm lowkey regretting taking Crimonoly as one of my majors. I never knew Criminal Law would be so boring."

"I don't think the course is boring… I think it's the professor," you whispered.

"Alright, that's all for today, students. Please remember to submit your assignment by the end of next month. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask me," Your Professor said, and you let out a sigh of relief, muttering a soft finally. "See you all on Wednesday."

"I think it's the fact that we have this lecture on a Monday morning that makes this course so dreadful," your friend said, getting up from his seat, and you couldn't agree more.

"It's also because it's fucking three hours long." You mumbled, packing away your notebook. "I don't know how someone can speak in a monotone voice for three hours."

"If the man had more energy when he spoke, I'd probably be awake for most of his lectures," he chuckled. "When's your next lecture?"

"Uh, it looks like I have Ethics next, at four, so I have two hours of chilling around campus," you told him.

"Aw, I have Sociology, and it's an hour," he grumbled. "Gosh, I hate Mondays." You chuckled, throwing your arm over his shoulder, bringing him into a playful headlock.

"We still have time to chill," you said, ruffling his hair. "Do you wanna go to the cafeteria? I think Yuna is done with her Cinematography lecture."

"If you don't let go of me, I'm going to throw you off," he cursed.

You only kept him in the same position walking out of the hall with a cheeky grin. Yeonjun suddenly placed his arms around your waist, beginning to tickle your sides.

You exclaimed in shock before erupting in giggles. "Stop!" You whined, trying to free yourself from his hold.

"Did you remove me from your stupid headlock?" You couldn't answer. Not while he was tickling you.

"Stop! You're going to draw unnecessary attention!" your friend finally stopped, glaring at you.

"Be glad I don't want to be seen as someone who harrases girls." You stuck your tongue out at him before skipping to the cafeteria.\

"How was Cinematography?" You asked Yuna, your other best friend, and she shrugged.

"It was alright. I don't really have a problem with it." She said, causing Yeonjun to dramatically sigh.

"Imagine not having a problem with your morning lectures? Could never be us."

"I'm guessing Criminal Law is showing you guys flames?" She asked, and you hummed in response. "You willingly chose to study Criminology."

You sighed before turning to Yeonjun. "Junnie, please feed me," you sang, pointing to the plate of chips in his tray.

He playfully rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around your shoulder before bringing your body close to his. "Here you go, you big baby," he said, stuffing a few chips into your mouth.

"Gosh, I feel like I'm third-wheeling," Yuna commented, looking at the two of you with a grossed-out expression. "I sometimes even forget that Yeonjun has his soulmate."

"What do you mean? y/n and I are soulmates! Not romantically, but platonically? One thousand per cent. I love this little shit with all my heart."

"Do you love me enough to leave Mingyu for me?" You playfully asked, and the male sent you a glare. "Know your place."

You and Yuna burst out laughing. "I think I should start helping you find your soulmates. If I don't… you'll eventually take me away from mine."

"Yeah, as if finding one is an easy task. Now I have to look for three," you muttered.

"Damn, sometimes I forget that you're supposed to be part of a soulmate cluster," Yuna whispered.

"I wish I could forget sometimes, but I can't. Not when I see my soulmates' initials on my shoulder daily," you whispered.

Soulmates.

Ever since your twenty-first, you dreaded the topic of soulmates. All excitement you could have possibly had of meeting your soulmate died the second you saw your shoulder.

And that was three years ago.

Finding your soulmates was a difficult task. The only thing that could help you find them was their names engraved on your shoulder. And because you had three soulmates, you had it three times harder. You had no idea where to start looking.

It's hard enough finding your soulmate when it's one person. And now you're supposed to look for three. It would've been easier if their names were written with their last, but no. The universe only gave you their first names.

"You know, if you put some effort into finding them, maybe you would've found one of them by now," Yeonjun suggested.

"And what effort do you think I'm supposed to put in when all I have is their names? I can't go and ask people for their names, and I definitely can't type them into a google search bar. For all I know, they could be commoners just like me."

"Maybe you should go out more. Like, meet new people? That's one way you can try to find them," Yuna suggested, and you groaned.

"And how do you think I'd meet people? You know my social skills are almost non-existent," you huffed, crossing your arms. "You two and Mingyu are the only friends I have!"

"How about this? Yeonjun and I will take you out tonight!" She said.

"Out?" You asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah! We'll take you out! Out to a place where you can easily meet new people!" Yeonjun.

"I should've known these two were taking me to a club," you grumbled as Yuna dragged you to the entrance. "Why did you have to choose a club?" You asked with a raised voice.

If you could barely hear your voice while being on the outside, you guessed it would be 5 times worse on the inside.

"Because you can easily and accidentally make physical contact with anyone here!" Yeonjun said. "Anyone could find their soulmate simply by bumping hands as you make it through the crowd."

"Now, that's enough talking. Let's go inside already!" Yuna said before taking your and Yeonjun's hands and dragging you inside.

"I hate you guys!" You shouted when you saw the number of people in the room. "You know I hate crowded places!"

You hated going to places like this. You couldn't stand being in a closed space smelling of alcohol and full of drunk people rubbing against each other. You cringed as you tried to squeeze your way through the crowd of people.

"There's Mingyu!" Yeonjun said when he saw his soulmate sitting at the bar. "Mingyu, my love!"

"Hey, guys," Mingyu greeted before embracing his boyfriend.

"How could you let them bring me here, Mingyu?" You whined, sitting on the barstool next to him.

"You should let them help you," Mingyu chuckled. "Though, I don't think a club was the greatest place to start… it's still a start!"

"Exactly. Live a little, y/n. How else do you think you'll find your soulmates when all you do is stay cooped up in your apartment. I swear you only leave your house for school and food," Yuna said.

"Anyway, we're going to leave you alone now," Yeonjun said, causing your eyes to widen.

"What do you mean?"

"We brought you here to socialise and meet new people, remember?" He asked.

"Look, if we stay here and keep talking to you, there's no way you're going to try and talk to anybody else," Yuna told you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "The whole point is for you to interact with new people, y/n. With us around, you're definitely not going to do that."

You looked at Mingyu with pleading eyes, hoping he'd offer to stay with you, but he just shrugged. "These two know you better than I do. Sorry, y/n."

"Don't worry too much, y/n! I'm sure you'll make a lot of new friends!" Yeonjun winked before grabbing his soulmate's hand and dragging him to the dance floor.

You watched as your friends disappeared into the crowd of dancing people with your mouth agape.

"You have a pretty interesting bunch of friends," the bartender said, and you huffed. "Tell me about it."

You quietly sat by yourself with a glass of pina colada in your hand as you watched the crowd jump and dance as they sang the lyrics to the song blasting through the speakers.

It seemed like everyone here was having a good time except you.

You had a few people come up to you for some small talk, but it didn't take time before they ended the conversation and danced away.

"You don't seem to be having much of a good time," a voice said, startling you.

The masked male quickly backed away from you, raising his hands in defence. "Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" He apologised with his voice raised now that he had put some distance between you two.

"It's okay!" You said, gesturing to the stool beside you. "You can sit next to me!"

"Can I?" He asked, and you nodded. "My name's Jimin! Park Jimin!"

"Jimin?" You asked as he sat next to you.

"Yeah. Jimin."

"Nice to meet you, Jimin. I'm y/n. _ y/n."

Although you didn't expect this conversation to last, it did.

You guys talked a lot, and the topic seemed to change every few minutes. Something about Jimin made you want to know more about him.

Throughout the entire time you two spoke, Jimin kept his mask up and beanie down, allowing you to only see his eyes.

As he talked about his recent visit to the beach, you took the time to notice how his entire appearance was mysterious. He was dressed in all black. His jacket? Black. His t-shirt? Black. His baggy jeans? Black. His boots? Black. Everything except his hair was black.

His hair was a dark blue, something you wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for the white lights coming from the bar.

"What do you do for a living?" He asked, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. "Are you a student, or are you working?"

"Oh, I'm still a student. I major in Criminology."

"Really? That's interesting. What made you decide to choose Criminology?"

"Uh, to be honest… I don't really know. Maybe it's because I grew up watching a lot of true crime. In the mind of serial killer kind of stuff," you hadn't really thought about it. "Anyway, what about you?"

"I, um, make music," he told you, and your eyes widened. "I guess you could say I dance too."

"Really?" You asked, and he hummed in response. "You make music?"

"Yeah. Uh… I make music with my friends."

"That's really cool! What genre?"

He brought his hand to scratch his nape as he shrugged. "We started as a hip-hop group, but now it's a bit of almost everything."

"Woah," you whispered. "Do you think I could listen to one of your guys' songs?" You asked.

"Actually, you've probably heard one of them playing in a store or something," your eyes widened again, and your mouth slightly fell open.

"I'm assuming you're famous? You could lie to me, and I'd believe you. I don't keep up with trending artists these days. But you could be right. There must be a reason you look like you're dressed as a spy unless that's your usual style? Oh my god, I'm sorry for rambling. I think the alcohol is getting to me. I need to stop drinking."

Jimin laughed at your behaviour. "Are you usually like this?"

You shook your head, pushing the glass away from you. "No, not at all. It's the alcohol. One hundred per cent." Jimin let out another laugh.

"Anyway, let me answer your questions. I guess you could say we're famous. And no, this isn't really my usual style. I just needed something dark for tonight."

"Ooh. That makes sense. Kind of? I don't know." Jimin couldn't help but chuckle.

In his eyes, you were funny and cute. Whoever was your soulmate must've been lucky.

"Have you found your soulmate?" He asked. The topic surrounding soulmates hadn't been brought up until now.

"Nope, that's the main reason why I'm here tonight. To meet some new people and maybe find my soulmate or one of my soulmates, to be exact."

"You're looking for your soulmate at a club?" You nodded.

"I'm not a club/party girl. My friends thought bringing me here would be a good idea. Apparently, it's the perfect place to meet new people."

"Are you supposed to be part of a cluster? You mentioned how you were looking for one of your soulmates." Jimin asked, and you nodded.

His eyes widened. "No way! Me too!"

"You're part of a cluster too!? Have you found any of your soulmates?" You asked, and he hummed.

"I've found three of the four. Still looking for our missing piece," Jimin sighed, and you couldn't help but sigh too.

"You're so lucky to have found some of them. I haven't found any of my soulmates."

"I'm only lucky because they're in my group. So I found out about their birthdays. The last one, however… I did say we're still trying to find them."

"That is really lucky. I-" Jimin raised his hand, signalling you to stop talking before pulling his phone out of his pocket and bringing it to his ear.

"Hey, love. Really? Okay, I'll leave now. I'm going to say bye to my friend first," his eyes glanced at you at the mention of a friend.

While Jimin talked on the phone, your eyes wandered around, hoping to spot one of your friends. It sounded like he was about to leave, and you didn't want to sit alone and talk to the bartender.

"Yeah, I made a friend. And yes, she seems nice. Really nice, actually. I'll talk to you at home. Love you, bye."

"Sorry about that. That was one of my soulmates. Looks like I need to go," Jimin apologised once he got off the phone.

You couldn't help but feel a little sad that your time with him was over. Something in you wanted to get to know him more. But he was apparently famous. So you weren't sure if he would even be able to?

"It's okay. I had fun talking to you!" You smiled.

"I had fun talking to you too, y/n. Uh, can I get your number before I leave? I'd love to talk to you again," Jimin asked, extending his hand with the phone.

You almost dropped his phone from the sudden shock in your body when your fingers brushed together.

"Oh my gosh," Jimin whispered, looking at his hand with wide eyes before looking at you. "I guess your friends were right. The club is the perfect place to look for your soulmate."

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[sentientcave]

The Good Ol' Rugby Game

It's the middle of the so called "work week" and you know what that means:

IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY

I was thinking about Rugby AUs because have you seen the thighs on those lads? But I don't know anything about Rugby tbh this is just vibes and thots. Something somethin elaborate rituals. But it's also fun. Pardon my errors I wrote most of this on discord today

Reader is a trans man - No name but he's referred to as Ripper by Simon and Johnny because they think he's like a little terrier/ankle biter on the pitch (It's a pitch for rugby, right?). And he is.

Contains: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of rugby, takeout food, Johnny and Simon, bros being bros, you know how it is

You've won.

It takes a minute for the cheering to register, for you to realize that the whistle's been blown and the game is finished, and by the time you do realize, you're in the air, brawny arms hooked around your middle, flying until you hit the ground hard, Johnny on top of you. "Fuckin' beautiful!" He shouts, his voice hoarse. And then an even heavier weight drops down on the two of you, squeezing all your air out.

"Brilliant, lads," Simon growls, knocking his forehead against yours. "Fuckin' perfect play."

"Riley, you're going to break me if you don't get your fat arse up," you grouse. "You too, Tav. Fuckin' muppets."

"Aw, love you too, Ripper," Johnny lands a wet, sweaty kiss on the side of your head before he shoulders Simon off the two of you and pounces on the giant, kissing him on the mouth with zeal.

You get up with a groan, your whole body one big fucking bruise. "Shoulda picked football," you complain to no one in particular. "I'm going to feel this forever."

Johnny swats at you blindly as you limp off, somehow managing to connect, his hand a guided missile that's only capable of targeting asses.

It’s just an amateur league— You know that, everyone on both sides of the pitch know, but it feels like your neighbourhood never got the memo. As the seasons gone on, more and more people have been showing up, wearing green and white, and when you go out to the pub after games, you never have to buy your own pints. It’s almost like being a girl again, except now you feel at home in your own skin, and the only person that tries to grab your arse is Johnny.

You know it’s Johnny and Simon that everyone’s there for, and you don’t care— You’re proud of your huge friends. They joined the league a little after you did, newly retired from the military, both of them with too much energy and muscle and training to not play some kind of sport. And they rope you into training with them. Runs with Simon so early in the morning it’s still practically dark, running drills on free afternoons in the park, tagging along to the gym and watching Johnny lift insane amounts of weight. It’s more fun than you think you’ve ever had.

You’re definitely a third wheel, but they’re good about it, obviously together but obviously wanting you around, careful to include you.

And it feels good to be one of the boys.

You grab your bag from under the bench and head off the pitch, eager to go home and shower the grass stains and flecks of someone else’s blood off of you, maybe curl up with a pint of dark beer and a pint of chocolate ice cream. Everyone’s likely going out for drinks, but you’ve been jostled around plenty for the day, head still ringing a bit from an elbow you took to the side of the head during a scrum.

“Hey, Ripper,” Johnny yells after you. He has lungs, even after a game of shouting himself hoarse. “Ye comin’ to tha pub?”

“Nah, not tonight,” you shout back. “Can’t be arsed. Goin’ home to order a Chinese.”

He’s about halfway deflating, and perks back up at the mention of greasy take out. “Order for Si ‘n’ me too, aye? We’ll be round in an hour.”

“Alright!” you call back, because that’s easier than shouting across a crowd that you were really looking forward to cozying up in front of the tv and— Oh, right. “Bring beer!” That saves you a stop on your way home.

You get home and scramble to clean up a bit-- Johnny doesn't mind a bit of mess, but Simon will stare at clutter like it personally offends him (because it does), or worse, just start tidying up. He always tells you you're not as bad as Johnny, but it's not much of a consolation. Half the mess is your roommate's anyway, who is at her girlfriend's for the weekend, again. It likely won't be long till she moves out, and you'll have to leave your cozy little spot. But at least you now have large friends to help you move.

That done, you order takeaway and pop into the shower, tossing your sweaty uniform into your hamper, and you're just getting dressed again when someone knocks at your door. You nearly forget to tuck your packer into the pocket you've sewn into all your boxers, remembering only as you almost reach the door. If anyone on God's green earth will notice that you suddenly don't have anything in your pants where you usually do, its Johnny.

"Takin' ages," he complains when you finally do answer the door. Behind him, Simon is paying for the takeout, making the delivery man look so nervous it would be funny if you didn't feel bad.

"Didn't have pants on yet. And Si, you don't have to--" He shoves the paper bag at you, cutting you off. Okay. Fair enough.

Johnny kicks his boots off haphazardly at the door. Simon takes his off neatly and sets both pairs neatly to the side.

Johnny's already in the kitchen, stowing beers in the fridge, then banging cupboards open and shut looking for plates. You'd think he'd remember by now, but he never does.

"You guys didn't have to skip the pub, you know," you say, unpacking the bag of takeout on the coffee table. "Everyone'll want to congratulate you."

"S'no fun without our little Ripper," Johnny says, tossing you one of the few beers you did have in the fridge, grinning. "Wouldn't even bother with the league without you."

"Don't be ridiculous," you say, laughing. "You guys are good. Best we've got."

[writermai05]

Arsonist's Lullabye

Chapter 3: Smelling like a Bonfire, Lost in a Haze

Summary: Y/n and Zuko get to know each other. 

Pairing: Zuko x fem! reader (Live Action or Animated) 

A/N: Point of view switch starting now! Hopefully this works better than the previous chapters. Based heavily off of "Too Sweet" by Hozier (Yeah this entire series is based on Hozier's discography, SUE ME!). Very excited about this. Next chapter is probably gonna be shorter, but I promise I'll make it worthwhile. Should I make a taglist for this series??? As always feel free to leave comments or constructive feedback, as it helps me grow. 

Word Count: 1,211

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Avatar: The Last Airbender, I am merely a nerd who hyperfixates a lot. Lots of divergence from the canon story lol. 

Warnings !: Insecure Zuko, mentions of burns, I think that is all? 

Wednesday came a lot faster than you had anticipated. 

The mundanity of Tuesday felt like nothing compared to the stakes of today. Perhaps delaying a conversation about whatever had happened between Zuko and yourself for another two days wasn’t the best of decisions.

Your professor broke you from your worried state, explaining about some assignment you were meant to complete in pairs. Perhaps it was the sour mood you were in, but frankly, even you were over these icebreaker activities. 

Gathering your things, you began searching around the room for someone to work with. Before you could actually move, you spotted Azula heading straight for you, the same standoffish girl you had met on the first day, with familiar golden eyes and her long black hair in a top knot, held with the same gold pin. Taking a seat right in front of you, Azula neatly laid out her things in a sort of rehearsed way. 

You hid the surprise that filled your body at the sight of her. Staring at her, you raised your eyebrows inquisitively. She merely stared back, with an expression of many layers. You relented, putting all your things where they were before, and slowly retaking the seatright across from Azula. 

“So are we going to get started or…” Azula trailed off, seemingly indifferent. 

You were utterly confused. Admittedly, your guys’ first meeting was shaky, filled with a sort of aggressive energy and tension that most people would wish to avoid. “Yeah…Can I ask you something?” Azula raised her eyebrows in approval. 

“Why partner with me?” Such a simple question, but you were sure that the answer would be interesting.  

Azula rolled her eyes. “No one in this class is worth talking to. I just chose based on convenience.” She replied pompously. 

Much to the confusion of Azula, you smiled at her response. 

“Really? Here’s what I think. You partnered with me, even after our awful first meeting, because it was convenient, but also because you secretly think I’m really nice and cool, and that we should be friends.” Your sarcastic and dry humor, paired with complete honesty and optimism was quite polarizing. Azula scoffed at your statement. 

“You psych majors are always so weird.” She replied, yanking a sheet of paper from you and beginning the assignment. 

“Why thank you Azula, I also think it would be cool if we were friends!” you replied before also getting to work on the assignment. 

Little did you know, deep down, Azula was grateful for the connection. 

~

Zuko had been anticipating class all day. He was just trying to enjoy his walk in the cool autumn air of Ba Sing Se. Unfortunately, everything in his brain was telling him that this was not going to go well, and that eventually, you too would come to see him the way that everyone else does. ‘No, she’s not like that!’ he screamed back. If she was, why would she have even bothered trying? 

By the time he had reached class, his thoughts were going a mile a minute. A back and forth of thoughts about you, questioning your character, and attempting to quell the darkest thoughts within his mind. That was, until he spotted you. 

You had sat in the same spot from the first time, but this time, your backpack was saving the seat to your left. Seemingly sensing his presence, your gaze moved from the notebook on the desk in front of you to Zuko. He sheepishly waved, and you smiled, gesturing for him to come as you moved your bag off the chair. 

Everything that Zuko had been feeling a couple minutes before this moment had stopped. The smoke-filled haze of his mind had been absolutely soothed at the sight of you. Moving as calmly as he could, he made his way to the seat next to you. 

“How were your classes yesterday?” You asked softly. This type of gentleness was unfamiliar. It was the kind of sensitivity Zuko had only ever received from two people in his life. He gulped back some air before answering. 

“It was fine. I worked at the shop after.” You nodded, going back to whatever you were writing down in your notebook earlier. 

~

Class went by without a hitch. It felt casual, as if it wasn’t a big deal, and maybe it wasn’t. This sense of normalcy was almost unheard of when it came to Zuko’s life. After the professor dismissed the class, you spent a little extra time packing all of your supplies. Zuko stood beside you, waiting patiently for you to finish. 

“You didn’t have to wait for me, but thank you.” You said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Zuko shrugged. 

“It’s alright. Do you have any other classes today?” 

“Nope. I’m done for the day, why?” 

“Let me walk you back to your dorm?” He asked, in a timid manner. 

“Really? You don’t have to-”

“I want to. My classes are done for the day, and the shop is right next to the dorms.” 

You were flattered by the sincerity in his voice. 

“Okay.”

The two of you took your time, basking in the cool afternoon air. The falling leaves and luscious greenery, even in the city, was absolutely breathtaking. You and Zuko had polite conversations, just learning more about each other. He told you about moving to Ba Sing Se, and how his uncle had come to own the Jasmine Dragon. You told him about growing up in the north, and how you ended up transferring to the University of Ba Sing Se. As you reached the doors of your dorm building, the conversation fell quiet. 

“Thank you, Zuko.” You said earnestly.

“No, Thank you, Y/n.” 

Confusion flooded your features. “What for?”

“For giving me a chance. I know I’m not the best person to talk to.” 

“Maybe you’ve never known the right people.” You replied. He laughed, somberly in response. 

“No, it was definitely me who was the problem.” 

You shrug, making proper eye contact with him. Within your eyes held a look that seemed to hold something akin to a sky full of stars.  “Isn’t it interesting how eventually, you will meet people that see more within you than you see in yourself?” Zuko felt like his heart was about to explode.

“Goodbye, Zuko. Get home safely.” And with that, you entered your dorm hall, leaving the fiery boy at an absolute loss for words. 

You will meet people that see more within you than you see in yourself. 

You had said it so casually, so nonchalantly, as if it wasn’t some new and big concept. For Zuko, it was. He had never felt the warmth of fire, just the searing burn. He was never able to breathe through the haze, rather he choked on the smoke. How could anyone possibly come to see him as the man he became rather than the boy that he was? Has he always been worth the time and trouble? Was this what Uncle Iroh had been trying to tell him? Was his therapist? 

As he mused over these questions, Zuko couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, he'd been underestimating his own worth all this time…and he definitely needed to schedule another appointment with his therapist.

[study-with-aura]

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

It has been really busy around here since my parents are back to their campuses regularly again. That, and it has been so quiet! There's nothing wrong with the quiet of course, but it reminds me that Julien isn't at home anymore, which makes me sad. It is okay though. He is having a great time back at his university, and that makes me happy to know!

My updates may start to get sporadic again, as I am already starting to experience slight difficulties with staying motivated in studying. One would think, since I had an amazing summer break (despite the small studying I still did), that I would be good and ready to keep going until the next break. However, my summer was still packed with activity and maybe not a true break at all even though all of it was enjoyable and fun! The work this year is also more demanding. If you haven't noticed, there is a lot more revising going on with my notes and more writing and reading material in general. It will prepare me for more advanced studies of course, but I need to get back into the groove of it, so to speak, and I will.

Tasks Completed:

Algebra 2 - Learned about graphing linear inequalities + practice + practiced with the graphing calculator

American Literature - Copied vocabulary terms + read about Benjamin Franklin as a writer + read excerpts from The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin + answered discussion questions + read about Benjamin Franklin's Poor Richard's Almanac in the article "The Prominent and Prodigiously Popular Poor Richard" + read over Benjamin Franklin's aphorisms and the virtues associated with them + wrote down three aphorisms from the list that I liked including what they meant + read over the article "Reflective Writing: A Basic Introduction" + read chapters 20-21 of The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Spanish 3 - Read over an activity in Spanish to determine how much I could read and understand (I understood most of it) + reviewed gender and plural in Spanish

Bible 2 - Read 2 Samuel 22

Early American History - Watched a short video about the first Thanksgiving + read chapter 9 of Plymouth Plantation by William Bradford

Earth Science with Lab - Watched a video about hydroplate theory and Earth's radioactivity

Music Appreciation - Read about and listened to Musical Signatures associated with Gustav Mahler + read about and listened to the "Refuge and Renewal," "Triumph and Tragedy," and "Awe and Affirmation" tabs about Gustav Mahler + copied major necessary terms from the H section of the music dictionary

Khan Academy - Completed US History Unit 2: Lesson 3 (part 1)

Duolingo - Studied for approximately 30 minutes (Spanish + French + Chinese) + completed daily quests

Piano - Practiced for two hours in one hour split sessions

Reading - Read pages 211-277 of We Are All So Good at Smiling by Amber McBride and finished the book

Chores -  None today

Activities of the Day:

Personal Bible Study (Matthew 5)

Ballet

Variations

Journal/Mindfulness

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

Ivy | chapter six

summary: Rooster does something stupid, again.

listen to: Die for you - The Weeknd | Can’t remember to forget you - Shakira (playlist here)

warning: noneee.

word count: 2 k

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“Dog fights today,” Maverick stated as he entered the classroom and all of you stood up from your seats as you waited for further instructions. “Ambush, which is what we will be facing in the mission,”

“So, who against who?” Fanboy asked Maverick with a slight smirk. 

“Rooster, Brat, Phoenix- Bob, and Harvard- Omaha is one team,” Maverick explained as he started to make the screen behind his work to show you the terrain you would be working on. “Coyote, Hangman, Payback-Fanboy, and Halo-Yale are the one’s doing the ambushing,”

“Shit,” you muttered. 

“Is everyone ready?” Maverick asked with a smile as everyone, but you stated a good ‘Yes, sir. 

It wasn’t a good idea. Part of you wondered if it was Maverick’s intention after your mother had let it slip that you were getting closer to Jake. Nonetheless, you also knew he’d been secretly doing his best to try to keep your distance from Rooster after everything that had happened between the two of you. You sighed as you walked towards your F-18. 

You were screwed, either way, it wasn’t Maverick doing, it was your own. You glanced softly at Jake and Rooster who were already bickering as they were preparing their planes. Jake and Rooster always had their rivalry that had decreased slightly after the uranium mission, you were always a third party on it but now the role you were playing wasn’t just as a fellow pilot. 

You weren’t stupid, you’d noticed the glares they were shooting each other, especially since your argument with Jake. The loaded comments they gave each other, how grumpy they turned when they realized you were coupled with the other. You just thought it was stupid and how damaging it could be for the mission, all of you would be flying and this wasn’t part of the plan. Therefore you’d chosen to get away from both of them. 

You’d been ignoring Jake altogether after the stunt he’d pulled the week prior. Instead, you were spending time with Phoenix and Bob, trying to also be always with other people when you spent time with Rooster in order to avoid any chance of him misconstructing what you had. 

It was still awful for Jake when he saw that you were always with Bradley, even if Bob and Phoenix were in the mix. He’d been awkward about seeing you with Rooster, you’d noticed the cutting glare he was giving you. You didn’t answer Jake’s text after that, you’d also barely acknowledged him during the week.

He felt his heart sinking when he realized that he was losing you, though, he didn’t quite know what to do. He’d texted you on Monday night, asking you if he could come over so he could explain, but you didn’t reply. The same thing happened on Tuesday and Wednesday. On Thursday, Hangman had asked you to meet up later but you were too fed up with him for his behavior. You knew your callsign was Brat, but you were sure that you should give him your callsign after the stunt he was pulling on you. 

You’d asked him for space, he’d begrudgingly accepted it. 

If you were honest, you were struggling more than what you were letting know. Just then you realized how much you were getting used to Jake, to his laughter, to how you felt with him. Living the way you were living before was almost like living in a golden cage, you were following the script that was given to you. With Jake, you felt more alive than ever; and yet it seemed like you couldn’t trust him.

Rooster, though, he’d always been there. 

Rooster was the one who’d come over almost every day for dinner with Sarah, Rooster who was giving you rides to your place and taking you to the Hard Deck when he’d noticed that you were feeling a little bit down. He’d been making sure that you were okay like he’d done since you could remember. 

Like he was doing now that you were in the air, trying to avoid Coyote as he tried shooting you down. 

“Come on, Brat,” his whisper resounded in your ear but you didn’t pay much attention to his words. 

“Phoenix, get him off my back!” you screamed, exhausted from how you’d been maneuvering the plane. 

“We’re trying!” Phoenix replied in your ear. 

You could feel your heart hammering on your own ears as you nearly avoided Coyote’s shot. The strategy of the other team was clear, they weren’t working per se together, they chose one of you to focus on. Hangman didn’t choose you clearly and part of you was glad that he didn’t. 

“Break right, Phoenix!” you could hear Bob yelling from your earpiece. “Break right, Halo’s behind us!”

Fuck, you were alone now. 

“Fuck this,” you muttered to yourself as you pulled on the lever as hard as you could. You felt as if your chest was going to burst as you rose through the sky, trying to lose Coyote, part of you hoped he wouldn’t want to enter G-lock so he wouldn’t chase you. 

“Omaha,” you asked. “Talk to me, talk to me, where’s Coyote?”

You were staring directly at the sun as you tried to avoid Coyote but no one was talking to you, no one was saying anything. You tried to zig-zag your way through the sky but then you heard his voice. 

“On your tail, Brat,” Coyote’s smug tone made you want to slap him in the face. 

You rolled your eyes as you looked at the sun and decided on your next move. You glanced at the clock, it’d been fifteen minutes of running away from Coyote and he almost had you. 

“Not anymore, asshole,” you grumbled as you decided where to move next. 

Suddenly, Rooster’s voice invaded your cockpit. “Brat, don’t!” he said urgently as you immediately frowned, you didn’t move. 

“Rooster?”

“Break left,” he ordered you as you began to hear more and more noises closer to you. Your head felt like it was going to explode because of the G-force. 

“Rooster,” your voice now strained. 

“Just do it!” he screamed, the way he said it, so urgently, made your stomach sink. 

Your instinct was saying that you could do this, you could win. It wasn’t the plane, it was the pilot and you were one of the best. But you also trusted Rooster with your entire life and so, you made a choice. Quickly, you broke left, quickly maneuvering your plane so you could stabilize your breathing but suddenly, you saw Rooster’s plane going right in front of you. 

Your eyes widened as it dawned on you what he was doing, and your heart sank as you let out labored breaths. He’s not… 

“Rooster, you’re down,” Coyote stated with a small chuckle and you frowned immediately, your grip tightened on the wheel as you maneuvered your plane. 

Maverick called off the exercises shortly after that. Phoenix and Bob had managed to shoot Halo and Yale down, Harvard and Omaha hadn’t managed to get Payback, and Fanboy, Rooster, and Hangman had been all over the place, barely talking but they were multiple times about to shoot the other until Rooster decided to sacrifice himself. Neither of you had technically won, but you knew that the other team had done well.

Though, you weren’t too worried about the exercise. You felt the anger bubbling in your chest, liquid rage running hot through your veins. 

He always does this. He always thinks he has to be the hero and that’s going to get him killed. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” you screamed at Rooster as he climbed down the F-18. He winced as soon as he heard your tone. “I had it under control,” you stated through gritted teeth as you pushed your index finger accusingly against his chest. 

He huffed, rolling his eyes as he grabbed your wrist. “You didn’t!” he snapped back at you. You wriggled your hand out of his hold. 

“How can you do that?” you bit, you felt your cheeks getting warmer and warmer by the second as you furiously held his gaze. You didn’t know if he didn’t get it, you yourself didn't even get how much it still got to you until it dawned on you how you were acting. “You think this is a game?”

Rooster frowned at your words. “Brat,” he stated softer than before, he tried to step closer to you but you gave a step back. 

It only served to break you down even more. 

“I can’t lose you!” you scream at him. “You can’t do that when we’re on the mission! You can’t go sacrificing yourself for everyone!”

Rooster’s features softened even more. He might be your ex-boyfriend, and your relationship might’ve failed but when you walked away from him you were not only losing him, you were also losing your best friend. Rooster and you’d been together since you could remember, even if you weren’t together anymore, he was still family. 

“C’mere,” Rooster muttered quietly as he stepped closer to you and pulled you into a hug. His scent invaded your space as you fell into his chest, it was so familiar, it felt like before. “You’re not going to lose me,”

You sighed as you looked up at him. “You’re still my best friend,” you replied silently. “You can’t be doing shit like that, I had it under control,”

“Brat, I would do anything for you,” Rooster whispered as he took your hair and held your cheek, his thumb lovingly caressing your cheekbone. 

The air shifted as the silence filled the space. You gaze at his honey-burnt eyes and you knew that this was different than the interactions that you’ve had since you were called to the mission. You didn’t know if you were still hurting over Jake, you didn’t know if it was the adrenaline of the mission but your eyes lingered on Rooster’s lips longer than you wished they had. 

You couldn’t look at Hangman through the rest of the day, guilt eating your chest as you sat there and listened to Maverick going on and on about the exercise. The rest of the day you were faced with following the simulation of the terrain, you were glad that you didn’t really have to interact with anyone. At any moment you weren’t too busy thinking about the mission, your mind pictured Jake’s eyes as you’d told him that you didn’t want to talk to him and then Rooster’s eyes as he had held you mere hours before. 

Rooster must’ve noticed how distant you were because as soon as you were sent home, he suggested that he gave you a ride. You hesitated at first, you didn’t know if it was a good idea by the way you’d acted earlier but you knew that you were, either way, safer if he drove you home.

Rooster walked you to your place and helped you with your bag, quickly dropping it next to your couch as you took off your boots and walked to the kitchen, secretly hoping he might leave and you wouldn’t have to deal with whatever you were feeling. 

But as you turned around, you realized he was still lingering on the door as he watched you carefully. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you said softly with a smile. 

“You know it’s never a problem,” Rooster replied, maybe he took it as an invitation as he walked towards you. He quickly took your wrist and gave you a small loving squeeze, your breath hitched as he walked closer. “I’m going to go now,” he stated but he didn’t move an inch. 

You felt a sudden dread by the way he was looking at you, and yet you didn’t move at first until you recall those sea-foam eyes. You were determined not to do anything stupid, Rooster was your ex and he was also your best friend, things had been good up until now, you couldn’t ruin it. 

“Sure, thank you again,” you whispered as you walked to the door, ready to open it for him, ready for him to leave.

But then he spoke.

“Brat?”

You turned around and Rooster quickly attached his lips to yours into a searing kiss.

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author's note: it's going to start to get wild in the next few chapters.

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[thedreadpiratematt]

I'm sad and I'm not always great at processing sadness and I think it's supposed to be good to write things out so I'm doing that now. I'm sad because:

-My Great Uncle Ed died this morning, he was almost 101 years old. We didn't get down to see him but once every few years, but when I was a child he was like another grandpa to me. Even with a five hour drive I'm sad we never made it a bigger priority to see him at least once a year. But I'm glad he's at peace and I'm glad I got to introduce him to Christina this Spring.

-Christina has been bad sick with a stomach bug since halfway through Christmas Day, and I feel awful for her, what a miserable way to spend the holidays :( she was sick for 7 of our 8 hours driving home from Illinois on the 25th, and she was too sick to go to her extended family's (belated) Christmas Eve on Wednesday. This leads to

-Christina is still sick today, our 5 year anniversary. Having to cancel our reservations at a real nice place tonight, and she's not even feeling well enough for our traditional donuts from the shop where I asked her to be my girlfriend. But I'm happy she really loved the gift I got her :)

-It is highly likely she won't be able to attend her family's already twice pushed back Christmas day tomorrow :(

-we've basically been living as hermits this entire time in the same house. I'm living in the living room and sleeping on the couch while she takes our bedroom so as to hopefully avoid me getting sick, which has thankfully worked so far. But I've also been off work this whole time for various reasons, so I've had very little social interaction and I'm a pretty big extrovert.

-NYE plans maybe cancelled too?

-the living room is a mess and I need to make my habitat more habitable to feel better, but the old executive dysfunction/sadness combo has me on the ropes :(

I feel much worse for Christina than I do for myself, but I am still sad.

Now, I'm going to get some sunlight, and some breakfast, and maybe a little smoke and I'll take my day from there. Wish me luck!