#....ok that's not true but I'm so tires to check for some mistakes that my eyes hurts

[technicallyimportantsweets]

Horny Yuna

A/N: Just some random thought that was floating around my brain. Btw this is set when boys like you was made.

Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, Mommy Kink, abs riding, a teeny tiny bit of exhibitionism

Yuna’s POV:

It was another day of filming. So tiring. Promotions, dance practise, recording, photoshoot. All to make our boys like you song inspired by Taylor Swift. (Imagine seeing her in person it would be such a dream) Sometimes it’s so overwhelming being an idol, yes I do really love my job making midzy’s so happy but our work hours are hectic and unpredictable. We could be scheduled from 8 am all the way to 10pm and other days we have nothing on. Today we were lucky as all we had were some vocal recordings to do in the morning and dance practise for an hour as the dance isn’t to hard we just had to be synchronised.

“Yuna come on our driver is here.” Lia called.

“Yup I’ll be there soon.” In my usual excited tone. I finished the last touches of my makeup and left the dorm to join the others outside.

Our manager sat in the front seat chaeryeong and Yeji in the next two seats near the windows. And then me, Ryujin and Lia squished in the backseats.

We arrived at the studio in no time. The car ride totally wasn’t chaotic Yeji, lia and I were totally not belting our hearts out doing karaoke. Chaeryeong decided to scroll through social media and Ryujin took a nap which is impressive through all the noise.

( I don’t think people want more story bits so imma just cut to the smut )

It was Ryujin’s turn and boy I never thought I could get so turned on from those lyrics, it made me fantasise so many things while i waited for her to finish.

Well, you must be goin' crazy Thinkin' I'll be back, I'm sorry 'Cause you're cryin' like a baby But do I look like your mommy?

Yea you do look like my mommy and I am would be your best baby. I really want her long fingers plunging into my cunt that is dripping with need. Not sure if the lyrics are true but if you don’t like boys Ryujin I’m always here to be yours and only yours. I grinded slightly on the corner of the red couch I was sitting on hoping it would elevate the heat I was feeling but it only intensified.

Sigh what am I thinking i excused myself to the bathroom splashing water on my face. I really don’t want to mess up our friendship we even have so many years on our contract so if things ended awkwardly I would still have to see her everyday. God damn Yuna she thinks of you as a sister you even have the same last name for heavens sake.

( time skip )

After practising the dance I made the fatal mistake of looking towards Ryujin’s direction. Her abs glistened with a sheen layer of sweat her slightly below shoulder length messy hair. Oh how i would give anything to ride those abs. Ahhh why am i suddenly thinking so many dirty thoughts about my member.

“Unnie can we go home now?” I whined to Yeji the ache in my core being insufferable.

“Sure, but are you feeling ok? Your face is a bit red and your squirming a lot.”

“Yea I’m good just a bit under the weather.”

“If you say so.”

( At the dorms )

I bolted inside my room locking it as fast as possible throwing my outfit and under garments somewhere. Taking my fingers and plunging them immediately into my pussy dripping with arousal.

I turned on some fan cams of Ryujin and got to work.

Others POV:

“Do you think Yuna is ok? She has been acting odd all day and she ran straight into her room.” Chaeryeong commented.

“ I’m not sure but should someone check in on her?” Lia asked

“Ryujin”

They heard Ryujin’s name being called from Yuna’s room. Perhaps she needs medication or water.

Ryujin cautiously made her way over to Yuna’s room seeing what she wanted.

Ryujin POV:

Did I just hear Yuna groan? Is she ok? Is she that sick? I rushed to her door only to find it was locked.

She really sounded sick so I took my lock picking set out to pick her lock. What if she had fainted in there and hit her head? I had to at least make sure she was doing alright.

I was in the middle of picking her lock when I heard her moan Ryujinnie Mommy please… F-Faster. I definitely now had an idea what had occupied her mind all day. I was very flattered that, that someone was me. I now was really turned on and Yuna needed to fix the problem she started plus she sounded like she was having a little difficulty pleasuring herself so why don’t I just go in there and help her a bit.

“Oh you wanted me to go faster huh? What was that you were calling me, mommy?”

3rd person POV:

Yuna was shocked trying to pull a blanket over her as quick as possible hiding in embarrassment. Ryujin had seen it coming and immediately pulled the blanket off her. Revealing Yuna’s puffy flaps coated in a thick layer of cum and arousal.

“It’s not w-what it looks like unnie.”

“Are you sure because I came in here to help my baby and for her to get her mommy to a climax as well.”

Yuna was at a loss of words

“How does that sound” Ryujin said with a smirk

Yuna was still shocked and could only nod her head quickly in agreement. She never thought she would get another chance to indulge in her fantasies. She pulled down Ryujin’s clothes so fast it could beat an Olympian. Throwing Ryujin’s clothes somewhere she got to work on Ryujin’s pussy giving it a few kitten like licks. Then plunging her tongue in to the older girl. Ryujin produced some very unholy sounds that were music to Yuna’s ear. Determined to hear that sound from her unnie again she plunged her fingers in and sucked on her bud creating double stimulation.

“Yunahh— you ahh better not— stop mmmh.”

Ryujin’s sentences were barely coherent but they got the message along to Yuna. She picked up her speed and eventually was rewarded with a sweet sticky substance that she tried to take as much of it in her mouth but ultimately failing with some dribbling down the sides of her face.

“Unnie you good?”

Ryujin just laid there thoroughly fucked her eyes screwed shut panting not moving an inch.

“Sorry for being a bit greedy but woah Yuna mmmm you make me feel soooooo good”

“I didn’t  even know getting eaten out could feel like that” Ryujin slurred almost as if she was drunk

“Sorry to assume but you haven’t had sex yet im your first?!?”

“Uhm… no?” Ryujin’s voice came out quietly embarrassed that she had blurted out her secret that she was planning on taking to her grave.

“You give off such a girl crush vibe I just kinda assumed you’ve done it before if it makes you feel any better you’re my first as well.” ���But definitely not my first sexual encounter I’ve been preparing for this day for ages’ Yuna added in her head.

“Being an idol has kept me pretty busy”

“Anyways my darling what is your first fantasy that you would like to fufill” Ryujin grabbed a magic wand like thing from a box nearby and waved it around in the air as if she was casting a spell

‘Fuck why the hell did ryujin pick up that and why does she look so innocent does she know that she’s holding a dildo?’ 

‘I wonder what this button does? And why does Yuna look redder than a tomato is that even possible?’ Ryujin thought 

‘I mean it’s probably just some lights right?’

Yuna quickly took the wand from Ryujin’s hand while she was inspecting the button and shoved it under pillow and switched positions with ryujin. Thump! Ryujin landed harshly onto the bed she didn’t even have the time to realize before she found a Shin Yuna grinding her pussy down onto her flat stomach.

( Authors note: idk how you guys do it with those fancy software thingos to do the text stuff but imma just be creative bare with me 😭)

 🌷🍓Flowering Strawberry 🍓🌷 = Lia

🌿🍵 Sleepy Matcha Lover 🍵🌿 = Ryujin

✨👑 Baby Princess 👑✨= Yuna

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛ = Chaeryeong 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭 = Yeji ( sorry guys ik the username sucks )

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛: Does anyone else think ryujin has been in Yuna’s room for an abnormally long time?

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: Maybe they’re fucking

 🌷🍓Flowering Strawberry 🍓🌷: Maybe you just have a really dirty mind and ur just upset cause u haven’t been fucked in a long time 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭:  Nuh uh

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛:  Guys I’m sure they are responsible enough to not be doing that

 🌷🍓Flowering Strawberry : But what else could they be doing tho? 🤭

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭:  Says the one who bought a face roller in the shape of a dick 

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛: Yea but I was responsible with it wasn’t I?

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: Sure sure if being responsible means sticking it up your pussy to see if it would fit 

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛: Nuh uh I never did that 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: 🙄

 🌷🍓Flowering Strawberry 🍓: Enough of this shenanigans even though I was a part of it we should probably go check in on them. 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: You sure about that? I can hear Yuna’s moans bouncing off the walls and they sound borderline pornographic and I don’t want to walk in on that.

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛: Unnie 🤣 I see you sitting by their door literally getting off from hearing their moans 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: Meanie 🖕why did you rat me out 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: Well since Chaeryeong ratted me out I’m bringing her down with me did you know she keeps a journal of at times in mv’s and videos we look the most sexy/ fuckable?

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛: Unnie you meanie I’m not ur fan anymore hmph.

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭: Noooo cherrryyyy 

🍭🧁 Sugar-holic 🧁🍭 deleted a message

🐈‍⬛🖤 Yuna’s Cat 🖤🐈‍⬛: fine ur forgiven 

🌷🍓Flowering Strawberry 🍓: We going in or no?

[amphibifish]

what’s the worst avenue q song (in the final musical the cut one’s don’t count)

ok so i'm my opinion (excluding the reprises cause they're like 15 seconds long and i'm not wearing underwear today is too short 4 me to count i think)

i was gonna make it a tie but honestly the only one that i have true problems with is everyone's a little bit racist. (actually thank u for sending this cause this has been in my mind FOR MONTHS.)

ok quick rundown of my thoughts

this song is very catchy and has such a good melody but the message of the song is very much iffy. my personal interpretation is that nobody is above making mistakes therefore it is important to check oneself in order to not yk. be racist. mostly because of how the formula of how more characters get added to the song is character a says something racist and doesn't realize it character b points it out then they sing abt ur etc etc things along those lines i've rewritten this paragraph so much i am so tired but anyways the main problem is that this song has many interpretations with some being a lot worse than others and unfortunately there's a good chance the message of the song is literally just the title, but i am giving the writers the benefit of the doubt since one of them is literally a poc, which doesn't exempt him from being racist but yk he's probably dealt it with at some point so he knows what it's like yadada you get my drift.

tldr; i try to give this song the best interpretation i can but unfortunately it is very iffy in its message. but it's pretty catchy.

[alexracheltravel]

The Dive Club Lied to Us

Spa life is mostly uneventful. Wake up. Eat breakfast. Laze about. Relax. Order room service, if needed. Check out the pool. Other amenities. The spa. We took today to truly relax, although it wasn't our initial plan.

Months ago, we contacted the hotel's dive center for a scuba trip. However, when we arrived at the hotel, and tried to confirm our trip, we were told that every dive center across the island was closed. We showed her the email. They told us that the message they sent us was a mistake. The Dive center lied to us! But, hey, it happens. We booked a trip for tomorrow instead. What's one more day?

The change in schedule was actually a blessing in disguise. We had been traveling so much that our bodies were depleted. We were truly exhausted. It was time for some true R&R.

Rachel ordered a Thai massage. It was intense! The masseuse combined hard pressure on certain points all over her body and stretching muscles with light chiropractic work. She mostly worked on the upper body, around shoulders and neck, but did everything from every single finger to every single time, and ending with a scalp massage. Additionally, the masseuse used some body oil, some natural icy hot, and used some kind of cloth on parts of the body to change the amount of friction on the body.

After an hour, Rachel felt utterly calm when it was done, calmer than she's been in a long, long time.

We enjoyed lunch at the restaurant in the resort, just to get some fresh air and a change of scenery. The food here isn't the best and we got burgers! We enjoyed the different food for once. And after, we went into our pool and soaked in the sun.

After a bit we decided we were tired of the pool and made our way down to the ocean. Unfortunately, this isn't the type of resort with a big beach, but we waded past the rocks and into a place where we could place our heads beneath the sea. Crabs scrambled along the large rocks and tiny fish swam beneath us. The sun set on the west side of the bay and we realized we had no plans today and no thoughts. It's truly a privilege not to worry, and that's what we tried to make today about.

It was dark and quiet and we watched the Matilda Musical on Netflix. The child actors were quite talented, and the stage to screen translation was quite nice. Alex ranking: 6.5/10. Rachel ranking: 7/10. Then it was time for cuddling and bed!

Alex: I'm not used to spa life, and part of me feels like I should be out in the world. However, the beauty of a resort like this is that every need is at your fingertips. Although I wish the food was better.

Rachel: I felt like after the first two weeks of our trip (it's been 13 days. We left 13 days ago. Isn't that bonkers?!) It was really nice to have a day just focused on relaxation. We napped. We swam. We enjoyed the view.

A: And what a view it is! I also feel pretty relaxed. Other than needing to get into the ocean, I feel like I have no reason to leave the room. The private pool makes life convenient and relaxing.

R: I think today was what we both needed after some long travel days and busy cities. When people describe traditional honeymoons, I think this is what they mean.

A: What I like about this place is how spread out it is. There's certainly dozens of other guests, but the chance of us crossing paths is always so small. I like this privacy as well. Again: private pool!

R: It was nice that while I got an in-room massage you had the ability to swim, nap on the shaded balcony, and have the room cleaned, all at the same time.

A: Speaking of the massage, anything else you'd like to add? Was it different from massages you get at home?

R: Definitely different. And I think in a good way. It wasn't as unique as I thought, as I've had some massages with Thai techniques before. But it was really great and cost about $20.

A: it was a five minute massage right?

R: No. A full sixty minutes.

A: Ok. Here me out. I'll do a Thai massage. Maybe just the legs or feet. Maybe for my knee/ACL. I can't do a full hour. And I really don't like the oil smell. But I'd try it. I tried bananas, here, remember?

R: You don't have to…

A: But what if I like it?

R: Then that would be great. But remember: this leg of the trip is about doing exactly what we want to at every moment.

A: I want to get back in the water ASAP because I've never seen water so clear before.

[superherorambles]

Here, finally giving y'all some soft damijon content <3

One of my favorite aus is where they get married/think they're engaged as kids so here's my take on it

Previously, when Damian had been introduced to kids around his age, it had been as potential spouses, so when his dad introduces him to Jon he's like. Well ok. It doesn't help that they're two prominent families in the superhero field and have a fairly muddy history together. Damian just assumed that they were attempting to improve relations between the families via marriage.

He explains this to Jon and neither of them... really know what marriage entails, so later Jon asks lois and she says it's for when two people want to stay together and care about each other very much so then he's like "well okay!!!! I want to stay with Damian for a long time! So marriage is cool!"

Eventually, they realize "yeah, okay, our parents definitely did not try and arrange a marriage for us" so it becomes sort of a gag between them, because they act like a married couple anyways. Where there's Jon, there's Damian, where there's Damian, there's Jon, where there's superboy there's Robin, where there's Robin, there's superboy.

One year, they each get each other rings for their birthdays, as a joke. It doesn't help when people keep mistaking them for a couple, but they wear them anyways.

And then Jon leaves.

And Damian is alone and he feels so *so* betrayed, but he keeps wearing the ring. As if hoping, praying, that if he keeps wearing it, Jon will come back. Jon will remember that he left Damian behind and come back for him.

Jon, in the future, still wears the ring. It's a promise to himself that he'll go back for Damian. That he won't leave his best friend and that they'll always be together. He, quite frankly, gets tired of having to explain his long, convoluted history with Damian whenever people ask about the ring, so he just starts saying "it's a wedding band, I have a husband" which isn't, technically, *un*true, it's just not totally the truth. But whatever, he and Damian call themselves each other's husband anyways, (that was a shock to the rest of the bat and super fams. They came down to the fortress of attitude to check on them one day to hear Damian calling "husband? Could you please bring me that?" To which Jon replied, with a laugh, "of course, husband!") So it's fine.

When Jon finally comes home, he and Damian don't see each other right away and he's crushed. But, again, whatever, Damian is really busy, he probably just doesn't have time. He might not even know.

(Damian *does* know, he does and he is absolutely terrified because what if Jon is so much different from what he remembers? Jon is older now, it would make sense for things to have changed)

Jon is approached by a young man named Jay Nakamura who says he likes him and asks if he would be willing to go out with him sometime. And it's very endearing, he seems to shy, and if this were a different Jon, one who hasn't been married to Damian since they were kids, he probably would've said yes. But this Jon just offers a sympathetic smile and says, "I'm really sorry, but I'm married," even holding up the ring to prove it. He isn't sure *why* this became his chosen method for fending off confessions, but it just felt right, every time.

As Jon turns down more and more people, rumors begin to fly because *jesus* what happened that meant he needed to get married at nineteen??

And then, adding fuel to the fire, Damian finally gets up the courage to come see Jon on campus. (Dick drops him off with a soft smile and says "you can do this, baby bird. And if you can't, I'll be right here waiting for you,")

People talk, of course, because Damian oozes wealth from his posture and the way he walks, to his clothes, which probably cost more than you or I could make in years. But Jon doesn't even hesitate as he calls "husband!" With a wide grin, before rushing towards Damian and wrapping him up in a hug.

That makes Damian relax, because *fucking hell* he was worried over nothing and things will be the same as they always have been.

The supersons are back, and quite honestly? Better than ever.

If, in two years, on Damian's 18th birthday, Jon and Damian sneak off to a courthouse, with Conner as their witness, and have a shotgun wedding, that's nobody's business but their own.

[babymetaldoll]

Can’t help falling in love (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Word count: 4,1K

Summary: After being hospitalized due to anthrax, Rossi sends Spencer and (Y/N) to Hawaii, 'cos some sea breeze might be good for his lungs. Just one detail: Spencer loves (Y/N) and (Y/N) loves Spencer, but NEITHER OF THEM IS ACTING ON THEIR FEELINGS. A one-shot from my series "Do I wanna know." (you can totally read it if you haven't read the series yet)

Warnings: Mention of boners, masturbation, cursing, frustration and that's it.

A/N: Hello!!! I hope you are having a great day!! Look at me, updating again! I'm so excited to be writing again!! Thank you for reading!!

Masterlist

Do I wanna know Masterlist

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Spencer’s point of view

I’ve never been a bad flyer. I don’t have any kind of trouble spending most of my time on a plane. But today, I am terrified of this trip. I keep fidging on my seat as I open and close a book I can’t even read, ‘cos there’s no way I can concentrate.

Sitting by my side, (Y/N) looks over the window and smiles sweetly as soon as she notices we are about to arrive at our destination: Hawaii.

- “Look, honey!! We are almost there!”- her eyes shine as she turns to me and invites me to lean in, closer to her, to take a better look at the island.

- “Cool”- I whisper and don’t even pay attention to the view. All I can notice is her smell and the warmth that her body irradiates.

These are going to be the longest vacations of my life. And also, pretty much the first.

After I caught anthrax during a case, Rossi got us tickets to Hawaii. He and Hotch both agreed some sea breeze might be good for me, but they didn’t want me to go alone. (Y/N) was more than happy to come along. It was basically a paid vacation to babysit me in Hawaii. I hate the beach; I don’t like the sand, sun, or the drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces. But she was so excited about the idea I couldn’t say no. She wanted to help me get better, and I guess some fresh air and a few days away from work wouldn’t hurt. I could always stay reading in my room.

- “We are gonna have so much fun, Batsy!”- (Y/N) whispers and turns to me, smiling brightly. I just stare into her eyes, feeling my heart rising inside my chest. I am crazy in love with my best friend, but I don’t have a chance. She is way out of my league, and I know she only sees me as her best friend.

- “Yes, we will, Chipmunk,”- I reply, trying my best to smile too. But honestly, I’m freaking out.

(Y/N)’s point of view

I can’t stop smiling! I’ve always wanted to come to Hawaii, and this trip is a dream come true. We’ve had nothing but first-class treatment ever since we got to the airport. A van picked us up and took us to the resort, put a drink in my hand, and ice tea in Spencer’s, and led us to do our check-in.

- “Dr. Reid, Miss. (Y/L/N), here’s the key to your suit. You will find everything you need to know about our resort in these flyers. And if there’s anything you need, don’t doubt to call me.”- the host says and stares right into Spencer’s eyes as she speaks. She is flirting with him, right here in front of me.

Ok, so I am not his girlfriend. We are not together. But… I hate it when people don’t assume we are not a couple. Just don’t tell anyone. I’m tired of all the teasing I get from the team and my friends. I’m just not ready to face anything in front of them. Not even in front of myself. But a part of me wishes this trip might be the chance to… I don’t even know. Do I wanna flirt? Do I want him to want me? Do I want him?

I need to turn off my brain. Maybe Hawaii is the perfect chance to do it.

- “Ok… there has to be some sort of mistake,”- Spencer whispers as he slowly walks around our room. I just stand there, trying to take it all in. When you let David Rossi get you a “little suite in a simple hotel,” you should know he is going big. But I never imagined how big.

We had the deluxe suite with an ocean view and the honeymoon package.

- “Clearly, the bureau ain’t paying for this”- I chuckle, shocked- “I mean, they would never approve this budget.”

- “Rossi really didn’t hold himself back,”- Spencer whispers and turns to me. We look at each other in silence, both of us realizing one detail.

There is only one bed, and it’s covered in roses petals.

- “I’ll take the couch, d… d… don’t worry,”- Spencer quickly says and even stutters as I raise an eyebrow, looking at him.

- “Come on. We are here ‘cos you need to get better. There is no way you are taking the couch. Besides, we’ve slept together for so many years, this shouldn’t even be a problem at this point.”- I assure my friend and walk to the bathroom to freshen up after the trip.

There is a hot tub and a gigantic glass shower. I swear the only thing missing in this room is the sex swing. It has everything for a romantic getaway. By the bed, I saw chocolates, and at the bar, a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

- “How the fuck did we get here, (Y/N)?”- I ask myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror after I wash my face.

I could act just fine, but I was freaking out, just like Spencer.

- “So, what do you wanna do?”- I ask as I walk out of the room and find Spencer standing in the middle of the balcony, arms crossed on his chest, staring at the ocean. Honestly, how was I supposed to be with him 24/7 and not fall in love with him?

- “I’m… I… dinner?”- Reid turns around and hesitates. I smile and wrap my arms around him in a silly attempt to relax him and let him know everything is ok. I feel him wrapping his arms around me too, and I can’t help but sigh.

- “Are you tired?”- he whispers, and I nod - “We can ask for room service, watch a movie.”

- “Spencer, we are in Hawaii; staying in this room would be a crime. Just let me take a quick shower, and I’ll be ready to go.”

Spencer’s point of view

It’s night one, and I know I’m going to be screwed for nine more nights. (Y/N) looks gorgeous as she walks out of the bathroom, ready to go out for dinner. I did my best to look presentable for her, but I tried not to stare at her, most of all.

That’s my whole motto during these vacations: do not stare. The way the wind plays with her hair as we walk by the shore at sunset. The way the sun makes her look like an angel. That dress…

- “Spencer? are you listening?- I look at her as she frowns at me- “Where are you?”

- “Sorry, I just…”

- “Let me guess, you are still thinking about the case we are not working on ‘cos we were forced to take this vacation”- (Y/N) couldn’t be more wrong even if she tried, but for the sake of our friendship, I sigh and nod.

- “Yeah… I’m worried the team is gonna need us. I just feel selfish being here, doing nothing.”

- “Well… we could do some things,”- (Y/N) whispers, biting her lower lip as she continues walking and holds my hand in the process, making me follow me. Not that I am complaining.

- “L…li... like, like what?”- I have to stop stuttering. I had already managed to talk to her like a normal human being. Why being in Hawaii is making me act like a teenager again?

- “Well, we can oversleep and then have a late breakfast. Read by the pool, maybe take a hike or a bike tour around the island. We could swim or take surf lessons. We can enjoy our vacations so that when we are back at work, we are fully rested, and you are fully recovered.”

(Y/N) turns to me as she speaks and cuts me a big smile. I know I won’t oversleep at all, not if I had to share the bed with her. But I can definitely make my best effort to have fun and enjoy my vacations with her.

- “Wanna send a picture to the team? I know Penelope is dying to know how the trip is going”- I just nod and stand closer to her as she takes the photo. She wraps an arm around me, and I do the same as we both smile.

- “Congratulations!”- some random person says and waves at us as he walks by our side, holding a kid’s hand. I turn to (Y/N), and she just shrugs.

- “Why was he congratulating us? for taking a picture?”- I ask her.

- “No idea, honey bunny.”

(Y/N) point of view

People congratulating us is apparently, a running gag here in Hawaii. Today it’s day two, we already had breakfast, and right now, we are getting ready to hang out at the pool. I put on my bikini, which may or may not be a little revealing. I’m just saying, a girl can dream.

- “Ready, chipmunk? I don’t wanna be close to the sun at the worst hour.”- I hear him ask as I walk out of the bathroom wearing nothing but my bikini and cut him a short smile.

- “I am ready, honey bunny.”

Spencer stares at me for a second and then turns around, grabbing a book from his bedside table and quickly shoving it into his satchel.

- “You know, I don’t think I brought enough books. This one is too interesting.”

So let me get this straight: I walk around barely naked, and all he cares about is his books? Wow. I had never felt so rejected in my entire life. Not that I was waiting for him to do anything, but… damn! he didn’t even look at me.

- “Well… maybe you can find some more books at a local store,”- I say and walk to the door. I shouldn’t be mad. Ok, I am not angry. I am hurt. Why doesn’t Spencer like me? Am I ugly? This morning when I woke up, he was already in the shower. Maybe he really didn’t want to share the bed with me. Shit. I should stop thinking about him this way. He is my best friend, that’s it.

I settle all my things and sit on a recliner next to the pool. Spencer looks at me in silence for a second and then sits at the chair next to mine.

- “Everything ok, honey?”- I ask when I notice he wants to tell me something.

- “You should put on some sunscreen,”- he whispers and takes an SPF 50 lotion from his bag.

- “Want me to do your back, and you can do mine?”- I ask, doing my best to look as innocent as possible. However, my thoughts are far from honorable, as I imagine Spencer taking off his shirt.

- “I’m not taking my shirt off yet”- he kills my fantasies and makes me feel like a perv with just one sentence. Great.

- “Can you put some sunscreen on my back?”- my question is totally innocent, really. I take off my cover-up and sit straight on the recliner. Spencer walks over and sits right behind me. He first holds my hair and puts it on a side, so I start braiding it to keep it out of the way. Suddenly, I feel his hands rubbing against the skin on my shoulders, slowly making his way down my shoulder blades and then to my waist. I shiver, though the day is already hot, and he takes his hands off my skin right away. I almost whimper at the lack of contact. I wish I could feel those hands all over my body.

- “Sorry, chipmunk. Are my hands too cold?”

- “No, Batsy. Don’t worry. I’m just ticklish, that’s all”- I lie and turn to smile at him. He nods, blushing, and continues with his mission.

Who knew Spencer’s hands were so skilled? he is making me feel in heaven, and he is just applying sunscreen. Fuck. I have to stop thinking about him this way, or these vacations are gonna be too awkward.

- “Thank you, honey bunny. Now put some on your face, legs, and arms. I don’t want you to get burn”- Spencer nods and does as told as I continue t apply sunscreen on my body.

- “I forgot something in the room. Be right back. Do you want me to get you a juice on my way back?”- he jumps from the chair and grabs his bag all of a sudden.

- “Sure, just make it a piña colada instead of a juice”- I wink and watch him walk away. Shit. Why did I fall in love with my best friend?

Spencer’s point of view

Today I woke up with (Y/N) in my arms, her silky pajamas covering less than they should have, and her warm body against mine. I almost died. I had the biggest morning wood of my life. The only thing I managed to do was slowly and carefully move from that bed and get a cold shower.

I thought that was going to be it until I saw her walk out of the bathroom in that bikini. I’m doomed. I’m gonna be fighting my boner for the rest of the trip. Applying her sunscreen was torture. Watching her putting it on herself was even worst. What am I supposed to do now?

No, I’m not gonna jerk off... again. I have to concentrate, my mind has to be stronger! Reading, Reid, focus on your reading.

I walk back to the pool and notice (Y/N) ain’t alone. Some random guy is talking to her, and she is clearly not comfortable with him. Her body language is obvious. She crossed her arms and put on her cover-up again.

I stand next to her look at the guy as (Y/N) smiles at me sweetly.

- “Thank you, honey bunny.”

- “You are welcome, ma chère.”- my fingers play with her hair as I keep my eyes on the dude, who is still staring at her.

- “Like I told you, I’m with my husband”- (Y/N) looked at him and moved closer to me.

- “Is there a problem, chipmunk?”- I don’t know how to look threatening in front of dudes, but I do know how to threaten an unsub, so let’s pretend this guy is one. I look at his right in the eyes and raise an eyebrow as he stands up and nods at us.

- “Sorry to bother you. Enjoy your honeymoon.”

- “You better we sure we will,”- (Y/N) said and smiled at the guy as he walked away. As soon as he was far enough, my best friend turned to me and sighed- “I’m so glad you got here. That asshole wouldn’t get “no” for an answer, so I told him I was here with my husband.”

- “Are you ok?”- I knelt next to her and caressed her hand as she nodded.

- “Yeah. I just didn’t want to break his face. It’s only day two of vacation. I don’t wanna get in trouble”- I chuckle and move back to my chair. She sips her piña colada and sighs. I grab one of my books and start reading.

I know I said I hated vacations, the beach, and the sun. But I could get used to this.

I’ve been fighting with my physical reactions and arousal the whole day. It’s really uncomfortable, especially ‘cos I’m wearing a bathing suit. But watching (Y/N) walking out of the pool in that tiny bikini forced me to jump into the cold water. I feel like a perv. And the fact she jumped back into the water with me and started playing with me made it all worst.

Sometimes I wonder if she knows the effect she has on me. Does she do all these things on purpose?

We just got back to our room after having dinner and taking a long walk at the beach. We had a great time, talked the whole time. We shared a bottle of wine over dinner because the waitress thought we were on our honeymoon and gave us a complimentary treat. That has been happening a lot. After dinner, we visited the hotel’s casino for a while, but (Y/N) decided being indoors was a crime, considering we were in Hawaii. So we headed to the beach and took a long walk, hand in hand, under the full moon. There is no way to deny it was a very romantic scenario. We continued talking and laughing until around midnight we got cold and decided to come back to the room, cuddle and watch a movie.

- “Ready, honey bunny?”- (Y/N) asks as she walks out of the bathroom, wearing that damn pajama again. I love it, don’t get me wrong, but it makes it so hard for me not to… react to it.

- “Yes, I’m ready”- I glue my eyes to the screen as she grabs the remote control and sits next to me on the bed.

- “Did you pick a movie?”

- “No. I picked it last time. It’s your turn.”

I get comfortable under the covers and sigh. Whatever happens, Spencer, don’t look at her.

(Y/N)’s point of view

It’s kind of sad, but I feel no matter what I do, Spencer won’t notice me. I thought this vacation was going to be the moment he might make a move on me, or whatever. When I saw the room and the bed and how romantic everything was around us, a part of me wished that Spencer would try to kiss me.

But no. If anything, he has been actually ignoring me a little. Why? Did I do something wrong? maybe he hates the beach and blames me for being here. I should talk to him, but I don’t wanna ruin our vacations.

- “There you are!”- Spencer says as he walks towards me- “I’ve been looking all over for you!”

- “I told you I was gonna be here. I’ve been here since after breakfast,”- I say and keep my eyes on my book. I’m on a recliner in front of the ocean, trying to ease my mind and enjoy the moment.

- “I brought you this,”- he says, giving me a piña colada.

- “Thank you”

I watch him move a recliner closer to me under an umbrella and open his book. We read in silence for a few minutes, but I can’t focus. So I turn to Spencer and look at him for a moment. He is wearing his pink bathing suit, a hat he got at the hotel’s souvenir shop, and his long hair is a wavy mess. He looks gorgeous.

- “Is something wrong?”- he whispers and takes me from my thoughts.

- “Why are you mad at me?”- I had to ask, so I just did.

- "What? Why would? Of course not"- he frowns, nearly shocked by my words and looks at me worried- "What makes you say such a thing?"

- "I don't know, I just feel you've been avoiding me."

- "That's crazy! We are here together!"

- "And you are not mad we are at the beach?"- I can’t stop the questions leaving my lips right now.

- "It's not my favorite place to be at, but I don't mind. We've been having fun. There's lots of reading, and you are already tanned."

- "I'm surprised you noticed"- why did I just say that? Why couldn't I keep my mouth shut? Spencer moves closer to me and raises an eyebrow. Sometimes I feel I could get lost in those eyes.

- "Why wouldn't I notice you are tanner?

- "'Cos you haven't made much eye contact with me lately. That's why I thought you were mad. You haven’t even looked at me today since we woke up. Actually, you weren’t even in the bed when I woke up, again."

I don’t move my eyes from his, trying to read him. It’s hard to profile a profiler. I know we promised never to do it, but that hasn’t stopped me from trying from time to time.

- “Chipmunk, of course, I am not mad at you. I am… just… trying to be respectful.”

- “I don’t follow.”

Spencer clears his throat as his cheeks turn pink. He is embarrassed and uncomfortable. Why?

- “I’m sorry. I know we are at the beach, I know it’s hot, and I understand it’s completely normal. But I am not used to seeing you dressed like this. Or undress like this. And I don’t wanna make you feel weird or awkward. That’s why I’ve made my best not to stare.”

And as he speaks, Spencer actually tries his best to keep his eyes in mines or in the sand. There is no in-between.

- “That’s it?”- I whisper and he nods, his eyes glued to the sand.

- “I’m sorry I’m being so weird about it. I just felt you were mad at me ‘cos I dragged you to the beach, and you hate the beach.”

- “I don’t hate being here with you.”- Spencer whispered and finally looked at me again, making sure to glue his eyes on mine.

- “And if you want, I can cover myself more. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me.”

- “No, chipmunk. Please don’t! It’s hot! Not that you are half-naked, I mean. The weather is hot. Not that you are not gorgeous, of course, ‘cos you are. I mean, how many guys have hit on you today?”

- “None”- I whisper and chuckle as he rambles, and his cheeks turn even redder and redder. I don’t know if it’s because of the sun or the embarrassment.

- “None? that’s impossible!”- he chuckles and looks around- “I’m sure someone around here is looking at you thinking you are the most beautiful woman they have ever seen.”

I wish he could think that about me, at least once in our lives. I know he won’t, and that’s heartbreaking, but I refuse to think about that right now. It’s vacation, we are in Hawaii, we have to have fun. This is not the moment to think of all the pain being in love with my best friend is causing me.

Spencer’s point of view

I don’t like the beach: the sandy food, pink skin, the limited and engaging topography, the drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces. But most of all, the struggle not to stare at my best friend’s body.

I love her. I am in love with her. I have been for a few years now. But this is the first time it’s so hard for me to hide it. And the fact she thought I was mad at her ‘cos I’ve been making my best not to get aroused around her, it’s just sad.

Besides, it hurts to know there are, in fact, guys looking at the whole time while I do my best to keep my eyes from her body. I wanna fight them all and shout. Tell them to go fuck themselves, though I know you can't actually do that with the male anatomy.

I roll in bed. (Y/N) is asleep, soft snores coming from her, making me smile. I wanna kiss him and hold her close. But tonight, all I can do is to stare. This is the only moment I can really look at her. I love these silky pajamas. Her skin looks so soft, perfectly tanned. Her hair is a mess I wish I could run my fingers through, and her lips look sweet, like a strawberry.

I know I will never be able to tell her how I feel, ‘cos she will never reciprocate my feelings. But that’s ok. I can live with it if I have moments like this.

She is the most important person in my life, after my mother. She is the one person I can’t live without. I know it. There is no way I can ever lose her.

- “Honey?”- she whispers and moves closer to me- “I’m cold”- I don’t hesitate and wrap my arms around her, keeping her closer to me. She hides her head in the crook of my neck and kisses my skin a few times, sending shivers all over my body. She really has no idea the effect she has on me.

- “Sleep tight, ma chère”- I whisper and kiss the top of her head. She doesn’t say a word, though. She is fast asleep already. I just stay here, wide away, caressing her hair slowly.

- “I love you, so much”- I murmur, kissing the top of her head again. She doesn’t reply, she is snoring again. I just smile and lock my arms around her. I honestly hate the beach, but I love being with her anywhere. As long as she is by my side, I know everything is gonna be ok.

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[hyunjinspark]

Hi Jade!! I'm finally here to read and give my thoughts on chapters 8 through 12 of star lost!! I know I'm late, I know and I'm sorry, I just had to take some time off social media but I'm so glad to be back to finally catch up with my favorite

This would be way too long if I were to say everything about these 5 chapters all in one ask so I'll split it up so you won't get tired of me lol (you still will get tired of me, I talk too much)

STARTING CHAPTER 8 AAAAAAA

I actually had read a little bit of chapter 8 when it came out but wasn't able to make it to the end due to busy life 😬 so I decided to read it from the beginning because I have a shitty memory and didn't remember enough to know exactly where I left

First of all, the beginning was already so beautiful and poetic, I can't get enough of saying how good of an writer you are, seriously. Just y/n describing the landscape and daydreaming is so relatable, I can't concentrate on anything else other than the landscaping when I'm traveling, and her saying it looked like something out of a Studio Ghibli film 🥺 my ghibli enthusiastic heart was pleased ❤️

Also how can Y/N not realize how in love she is with Hyun yet? I'd be panicking about it already, guess I'm too self-conscious haha

My man is here talking about Baekhyun and being excited and she's freaking out internally thinking about how bad she wants to hold hands with him. So cute.

I can imagine it perfectly.

This whole scene of them talking in the train was cute, I love it!

Hana asking what y/n talked about in the train and asking "what did he say about me?", I'm sorry I'm trying so hard to like her but things like that make it difficult, she's so self-centered omg and her stepping up to fix Hyun's hair when y/n was about to just do that aaaaa annoying

And Hyunjin being jealous of Felix?? Yes. I asked for it and I'm loving it.

Y/N CALLING HIM HYUN YES LOVE TO SEE IT.

I'm taking notes as I go through the chapter so I won't forget to mention anything and I feel like I'm talking alone lol

DID HANA JUST SAY Y/N HATED HYUNJIN TO THE WHOLE FUCKING ROOM? WHAT KIND OF FRIEND- and it's not even true... wow... I'm speechless, I thought things couldn't get worse

"Being my wingwoman certainly came in handy" how the fuck does she make everything about her? and why?

I guess the reason I dislike Hana so much is because she sounds like an old friend of mine but idk how everyone else feels about her so I'm feeling a bit bad so I hope I start to like her soon? Idk?

But anyways

I smell a truth or dare game coming, I can almost feel it, I know it'll happen sooner or later, it wouldn't be a party without it, right?

Hyunjin checking y/n out got me flustered and giggling like a 15 year old 🤡

Why is their dynamic reminding me of something I had with somebody I'd rather forget omg I'm gonna cry

Them holding hands 🥺 I love them

Felix seemed disappointed Hyunjin checked if y/n was hurt? What is going on? What is this tension? Oh I don't like this

Spin the bottle... of course... I'm not READY

Ok 5 minutes later... I'm ready (I think)

So Felix likes y/n? Is that it?

Hyunjin chose to drink that thing instead of kissing y/n.. ouch that hurt

Felix and y/n just kissed and weirdly I'm not mad at that at all, Felix is such a great friend and it doesn't matter if he did it because he has feelings for her or to get her out of an awkward situation (or both) he still obviously did the right thing

Hyunjin baby what were you thinking? I'm really glad there's more chapters to read, I have so many questions!! Thank you Jade for being amazing and writing so much for us ❤️ I'm so so impressed with this story, you're doing a fantastic job with this

And i'm so sorry this is too long, this was literally my thoughts between literally jumping from my bed and walking around my room trying not to scream and dancing bc I was excited. Yes this happened a lot.

Hope you have fun reading this mess though! (English is not my first language just ignore my mistakes pls kajskja)

Thank you!!

hi love !! thank you for sending in a detailed review. i love these so much because they inspire me a lot 🥺 ofc i wont get tired dont worry!

you’re so right, yn definitely is slow to realising when she was falling in love with him in part 8, it can be obvious based on her thoughts and feelings but she’s oblivious 😇 im so glad you liked the train scene, i love her monologue because its so simple (?) but so focused just wanting to hold his hand ☹️

your thoughts on hana were very interesting to read 😭 and ofc there’s a spin the bottle game… it wouldn’t be a party without one. :D

felix probably did have multiple reasons for why he did that, but in the moment, it definitely was the right thing to do!

i enjoyed reading your thoughts. thank you so much 🥺🫶🏻

[rewrite-this-story]

Maybe I'm bi

Newsies exchange for @jack-cowboy-kelly

Prompt: jack kelly realizing he’s bi (2011 broadway)

“Ok, but seriously, if you had to choose between Davey and Katherine, who would you go out with?” Jack could feel how the tension grew as the other boys processed Race's question. They'd been talking for the past three hours and had clearly run out of good topics. Medda was working late at the theatre so the kids were staying up late doing whatever. There were a few extra people since it was Friday night. Usually their entire group would've come over for movies, but this week half the group had to stay home and study for upcoming tests or were out of town for tournaments. This means that Elmer, Albert, Finch, Specs, and Romeo were all able to fit comfortably in the living room of Medda's apartment rather than being piled on top of one another. Jack, Race, and Crutchie all had their own rooms, but they rarely used them when friends spent the night.

“Race, that’s such a dumb question. First of all, Jack’s straight. Second, he literally just broke up with Katherine. Pick a better question or I’ll tell Medda you snuck out last night.” Crutchie muttered, barely awake. From what Jack could see, he was practically on top of a sleeping Romeo.

Jack rolled his eyes, “It’s fine Crutchie, no need to defend my honor or whatever." He paused to properly consider the question, "Umm… I guess I'd pick Davey, probably.”

“I knew it! You’re into Davey!” Race shouted, breaking into a grin.

“What the hell, Race. Quiet down, would ya? No need to wake up the entire building. Sheesh." Jack groaned as quietly as he could. In other words, not very quietly.

"No arguments about being into Davey, huh Jack?" Jack had no clue who said that and he didn't care. He was starting to find the conversation, as Davey might say, tiresome. Or maybe he was just tired.

"Shut up, you already know I'm not into Davey. I'm straight."

"Maybe you're bi."

"Or straight with an exception."

"What does that even mean?"

"Hey, everyone's bi for someone." Jack had stopped trying to keep track of the conversation or figure out who said what and just pulled out his phone.

"I don't think that's true."

"I read it online, it must be." Jack opened his messages. Medda had texted thirty minutes ago to say she'd be a little later than expected and not to stay up too late. He glanced at the top of his screen and sighed as he realized it was already 1am.

"Davey says you shouldn't read everything you see online." Davey hadn't texted yet to say goodnight, so he was either still studying or had passed out at his desk again. Jack's finger hovered over the call button.

"No, he says not to believe everything you read online, idiot."

"Whatever, Davey would agree with me."

"No way."

"Hey Jack, what're ya staring at? Are ya texting Davey?" Crutchie said. Jack looked up from his phone.

"Nothing. I mean, nobody. I mean… just mind your own business." He mumbled as he set down his phone. The room went silent, or rather, as silent as eight teenage boys could be. Romeo, Specs, and Finch had all fallen asleep at some point and at least one of them was snoring, Jack didn't care to find out who it was. Everyone else was trying, rather unsuccessful, to conceal their laughter.

After what felt like 15 minutes, but was probably only thirty seconds, Jack made the mistake of meeting Race's eyes. Race, who Medda had adopted only a year after Jack, was by far the boldest person Jack knew and never hesitated to make a joke out of anything. In this case, that meant grinning and wiggling his eyebrows as soon as Jack was looking at him. As he did this, he asked, "was it Davey?" in a tone that Jack couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it caused the other boys to burst into laughter.

"Oh come on, guys," Jack groaned, "it wasn't even that funny." The laughter continued, so Jack took a moment to check the time on his phone, "you know what, we should really be getting to sleep. It's late and Medda will be home any minute."

"Yeah, he’s right. Besides, if Jack’s not ready to admit he's attracted to guys, he's not ready. No point in trying to force him out of the closet." Crutchie said, clearly trying not to start laughing again.

"Yeah, Crutchie's right. Jack will come out when he's good and ready. Goodnight." Albert responded.

"Yeah sure, whatever gets you all to shut up. Goodnight." Jack said, confident the whole thing would quickly blow over and be forgotten.

The conversation was forgotten for about two days. Jack and Davey were having lunch the following Monday when Jack remembered the conversation again. Jack was sketching while Davey was reading something online and writing notes. The silence was comfortable, but not quite what Jack was looking for at the moment. He was hoping Davey would break it, but that was quickly becoming impossible. With a sigh, Jack moved closer to Davey and rested his head on his shoulder. "What're ya doing?"

"Researching potential destinations for our grad trip." Davey responding without looking up from his laptop.

"Why?"

"'Cause the surveys are gonna be sent out soon and I want to be prepared."

"Oh, right."

"Did you forget? Would you like me to write down the most important points from my research?"

"Nope, don't need 'em. I already know where I wanna go."

"How do you know Santa Fe is even an option?" Davey's attention was now entirely on Jack. Jack had no idea how he knew this or why he cared, but it made him happy.

"I made sure it would be."

"How?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets. Anyways, you should look at schools there. We could get an apartment together."

"Right, I forgot you were going there after graduation." Davey looked back at his laptop.

"Aw, come on Davey. What's bothering you all of a sudden?" Jack asked, grabbing Davey's hand in an attempt to reclaim Jack's attention.

"It's nothing." Davey said blankly, though Jack thought he sounded defensive, as he tugged his hand away from Jack's.

"Dave, we both know it ain't nothing. What's wrong"

"It's nothing, really… it's just… Jackie, why are you so set on Santa Fe? You've been obsessed with that place since I met you and, I don't know, aren't you sick of that dream?" Davey had closed his laptop and was now facing Jack.

"I don't know why I'm set on Santa Fe. Maybe it's got something to do with my birth parents. Does it really matter? It's not like I'll lose contact with you and the others. We'll still talk and come back here to visit."

"Yeah, you're right. Besides, it's none of my business." Davey turned away, but left his laptop closed. This was why Jack hated this topic. For some reason, it always resulted in Davey closing up and pretending everything's fine even though he's clearly upset. The only way to help seemed to be to change the topic.

"You know, we missed you on Friday. I could've used someone to defend me," He said, nudging Davey.

"Oh yeah? Did Race start teasing you again"

"Yeah, so did the others. They were all convinced I was bi and into you. That's crazy right? I'm definitely straight."

If they hadn't been sitting so close and Jack hadn't been so focused on Davey, he might have missed the way Davey tensed for just a moment. "Right, yeah. That is crazy. I wouldn't worry about it though. They're just worried about you. They probably thought the breakup would bother you more than it has and think you're bottling stuff up or something."

"Yeah, that's probably it." Jack paused to look over Davey's face. He seemed fine, but something still felt off. "Oh well, next Friday you can be my knight in shining armor."

"Next Friday… umm, I actually can't make it next Friday either."

"Why not?"

"I'm meeting a guy for dinner and don't know if I'll have time to come over afterwards."

"Oh," Jack's chest suddenly felt incredibly empty and he had a strange urge to scream or run away or something. They spent the rest of their lunchtime talking with familiar ease, but something still felt wrong to Jack. It felt like something had changed and he had no clue how to change it back.

The next notable moment happened while Jack was meeting with Katherine for coffee that Wednesday. Even after breaking up, they had managed to remain on good terms. The breakup wasn't messy, they had just both realized they preferred being friends. At this moment, Katherine was jotting notes in her favorite notebook while Jack drew her.

"Hey Kath?"

"Yeah" Katherine said, looking up from her notebook.

"Have any of our friends been acting strange around you?"

"Not that I can think of, why?"

"They keep trying to push me towards a relationship-

"So?" Katherine interrupted, "I don't see anything strange about that, you should put yourself-"

"A relationship with Dave." Jack cut her off.

"Oh," Katherine paused, "but aren't you…"

"Straight? Yeah. Yeah, I am…" Jack said, nodding emphatically.

"You're sure?" Katherine responded, clearly enjoying the conversation, "because you flirt with all genders."

"What? Yes! Yes, I'm sure! And I flirt with everybody."

"Not everybody. You only flirt with people you find attractive."

"That's not," Jack's eyes went wide, "oh shit, that's true. Am I bi?"

"I don't know," Katherine took a sip of her coffee, "are you?"

"I don't know! How do you find out if you're bi?"

Katherine sighed, "ok, without thinking too hard about it, were you genuinely attracted to me romantically?"

"Yes."

"Would you date Davey?"

"Yes. Ooh… I'm bi."

"Great, there you go."

"Also, I think I like Davey… and I have to admit that Race was right."

Katherine nodded, "that's fantastic, Jack. I mean, Race will be a nightmare for a month, but eventually he'll forget about it. Now, I actually have to get going, but I'm glad I could help and I will see you this Friday."

"Yeah, see you Friday."

By Friday, Jack somehow hadn't spoken to Davey or told anyone he was bi. It's not that he didn't want to tell his friends, it just hadn't really come up. It finally came up during a game of truth or dare, which Jack really should've expected. Race had asked Jack every chance he got and Jack had finally gotten sick of choosing dare.

"Ok, Jack. Given the chance," Race began dramatically, "would you date Davey?"

"Yeah. Definitely." Jack responded without thinking. The room went silent as his friends tried to decide whether or not he was serious. As soon as he realized what he'd said, Jack's face went red. "I mean, not definitely like definitely, I'd absolutely date him, but, well umm… yeah, definitely…"

"Oh my God." Jack looked up when he heard Crutchie's voice to find Katherine laughing while the rest of the room was torn between shock and glee.

"Yeah, I'm bi. Are you happy?"

"Thrilled," Race responded.

"Does this mean you're going to ask out Davey?" Crutchie asked.

"It's too late, he's on a date."

"Wait, is that why he's not here tonight?" Albert - who was clearly still trying to get over the shock that Jack was no longer in denial - asked.

"He probably just got back. You should go to him," to no one's surprise, that was Romeo's contribution and, for once, it was the most helpful thing Jack had heard all night.

"Yeah… yeah, I'll be back soon," Jack said as he stood up, "Race, where are the-"

"The left pocket in my coat."

"Thanks."

By the time Jack arrived at Davey's house, he had planned at least five different speeches for asking Davey out and couldn't remember any of them. A part of him hoped Davey wasn't home yet so Jack would have time to figure out what he wanted to say. That, of course, was not the case. In fact, Davey opened the door before Jack had even finished knocking. He was still wearing his shoes and coat, so Jack assumed he'd just come back from his date. From somewhere inside, Davey's mother asked who it was.

"It's Jack," Davey yelled back, "I'm gonna go out again for a bit. I'll be back soon." With that, Davey joined Jack outside and closed the door.

"Hey," Jack said awkwardly.

"Hey," Davey responded. Jack wasn't entirely sure whether Davey was amused, confused, or somewhere in between.

"We can talk inside if you want, it's cold out here."

"Is fine, Jackie. You look nervous and I'm guessing you don't feel like being attacked by my younger brother." Jack chuckled, "so what's up?"

"Well, I…" Jack froze, his breath seemed to be stuck.

"Jack?"

"I… look, Dave, I know you just got back from a date and probably have a new boyfriend who's going to make you very happy, but I have to ask," Jack paused to study Davey's expression, "would you want to go out with me. On a date, I mean."

"Yeah, definitely!" Davey said, grinning, "I mean, uh, you're serious?" Jack nodded, "great, when? I'm free this Sunday."

"This Sunday would be perfect."

"Great, I'll see you then." Dave said, pulling Jack into a hug. "Actually, I'll see you tonight. I was gonna come over, so you mind giving me a ride?"

"Not at all."

"Awesome. So you're… bi?"

"Yeah, turns out I am."

"Congratulations," Davey hugged Jack again before whispering, "also, I wasn't on a date."

Ao3 link:

[bluemoonbeam15]

Ok I know I am literally harassing you with messages, so you can absolutely ignore this if you are tired of it, but I just had the funniest mental image:

In the movie, flik is like: guess I’ll die! And asks dim to STEP on him so he doesn’t have to face the consequences of his actions. Now imagine flik is like that in literally all scenarios the moment things get stressful.

Flik: (invention catastrophically failed.) it’s over. Hopper, just choke me. Please. Just do me a favor and kill me. (Grabbing hoppers hands to put them around his throat.)

Hopper: ??!??!? NO?!??!??!

Sorry, it took so long for me to get to this! I've been sick these past few days.

And you're not bothering me at all. A writer is nothing without an audience to get inspiration from!

This definitely is something I can see Flik doing XD He's very dramatic and takes things to the extreme without realizing it. Luckily he has Hopper around to bring him back to reality.

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Hopper jumped when a loud banging noise suddenly echoed in the room. He looked over from reading to see Flik slamming his head down on his desk repeatedly, "I can't...do anything...right!"

"Please don't break the desk, I had a hard enough time fixing it the last time."

The ant slumped over the surface instead, arms sprawled out tiredly. "Everything I do is a failure. I should just quit while I'm ahead."

Hopper snorted, "Ahead, I get it, that's kinda funny." When Flik didn't laugh he tilted his head in confusion, "Are you seriously beating yourself over this? C'mon, you've messed up before. It's no big deal."

"That's just it, Hopper! I always screw something up," he stood from his chair and started pacing. "The worst part is I don't know what I'm doing wrong! The blueprints look fine, the--the prototypes function normally. I-I don't know what I'm doing wrong!"

"Maybe some things just aren't meant to work," Hopper shrugged, eyes fixed back on the book.

Flik collapsed onto the bed beside Hopper, an arm draped over his eyes, "Or maybe I'm not meant to be an inventor. What's left for me?"

"You could get a gig at the Circus."

The ant hummed, "With my luck, those fire acts would burn me to death...actually...maybe I should join."

"Okay, I was just joking. Kid, it's not a big deal. There are plenty of times where your inventions worked."

Flik lifted his arm to peek up at the grasshopper, "Oh really? Name one," he pointed a finger up.

"The bird," Hopper rolled his eyes.

"Okay, name two." Flik deadpanned. "And for the record, I'm not proud of that one."

For goodness' sakes, he just wanted to read. "The Harvester."

Flik was silent for a second. "Name three--"

"For crying out loud, kid," he set his book aside, "you're really freaking smart! Get your eyes checked once in a while!" he jabbed a claw between Flik's eyes. "You keep beating yourself up over these things and the rest of us are still just as proud that you even got this far."

"Because I want to do more than just make two inventions in my life!" Flik sat on his knees, "If I keep making mistakes that's all I'll be known for! A fraud! A failure! A--"

"A normal person who makes mistakes?"

Flik groaned and threw his hands in the air, "I wouldn't expect you to understand." He sat back against the grasshopper, "You don't make mistakes," Hopper snorted, "It's true! I mean, your plans always work out. And you don't even have to write blueprints for them!" Flik sighed, "I'll never amount to anything..." He grabbed Hopper's arm and wrapped it around his neck, "If you could just choke me, that would be great. Get it over with before I make another mistake."

Hopper quickly pulled his arm away, "Okay, Flik, stop being ridiculous."

"You're right...," he turned around and took Hopper's hand to place it around his neck, "it's easier to choke me this way."

"No!" Hopper yanked his hand away. "Snap out of it! You're not a failure. You're honest to God amazingly smart and it's insane how you can't understand that." He took the ant by the shoulders, "I can't even imagine being able to build the things you do. To get even past the blueprints! I'm really proud of you, kid. You don't realize it but this colony would be lost without you."

Flik perked up a bit, "You really mean it?"

"I wouldn't have said it if it weren't true," Hopper scoffed.

"Aw, thanks, Hop," Flik smiled.

Hopper sat back again, picking up his book, "Don't get all mushy. I said that so you'd stop enticing me to kill you. Phyllis wouldn't let me hear the end of it."

To his annoyance, Flik just grinned and got comfortable beside him, "Sure, I'll pretend I believe you."

"I'm regretting not choking you, now," he muttered under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Hopper smiled down at the ant. He wrapped an arm around him and focused back on his book, "Nothing at all."

[blossom-hwa]

Could I request . . . best friend!chan + boys' night out, some platonic banter and wholesome drunk escapades?

Okay ngl Javi I have never gotten drunk or anything so like.... I’m so sorry I don’t know how to write this smdkgshg but I wanted to write platonic banter and I started this like texting series in my last drabble game so.... I kinda continued it here but with a reader too?? I hope that’s okay I’m so sorry kjfskdjhguh

(Read the original text aus here: danceracha | 3racha | vocalracha | the boyz | both groups aka a nightmare)

Stray Kids drabble game: send me a Stray Kids member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

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Title: Cafe Shenanigans 2: Electric Boogaloo

Pairing: none (all platonic), reader is gender neutral

Word count: 1.3k

Triggers: cursing

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quick clarification:

better than tony: chan

chingban: changbin

gremlin: jisung

y/n/wow: y/n

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better than tony: we have a new worker joining today please for the love of god do Not scare them off

better than tony has added y/n to the group chat!

y/n: chan why is this your nickname

chingban: and why did you talk about a new worker all serious n shit we literally know y/n

gremlin: probably better than we know chan tbh

y/n: what’s my favorite color

chingban: ...

gremlin: ...

y/n: that’s what I thought

better than tony: I'm regretting everything rn 

chingban: ???? nothing has happened ????????

better than tony: something is going to happen I know it is

better than tony: it’s only a matter of time

y/n: chan you still haven’t answered my question

y/n: why is this your nickname

better than tony: I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you

gremlin: I'm gonna do it

chingban: I'm torn between wanting to cease existence

chingban: and wanting to see chan melt into the ground out of embarrassment

better than tony: I swear to fucking god you assholes IF YOU DO IT

gremlin: [ sent 1 audio attachment wow.mp3 ]

y/n: oh my what’s this ??

better than tony: y/n go to work

y/n: I'm taking my break now <3

better than tony: I'm revoking best friend privileges

y/n: that’s fine I can make two whole other best friends right here 

gremlin: :D

chingban: :D

better than tony: I knew this was a mistake

y/n: I think my twenty minute break is long enough to listen to a three minute song! 

y/n: bye whores

better than tony: jisung say your prayers

gremlin: I'm willing to take one for the team

gremlin: it was only a matter of time before they found out anyway

chingban: you can’t argue with that

better than tony: I’D STILL RATHER KEEP IT UNDER FUCKING WRAPS

gremlin: are those choking noises from the back

better than tony: this was a mistake this was a mistake this was a fucking mistake

chingban: dw I'll go check on them

chingban: make sure y/n isn’t dead on their first day on the job

better than tony: I honestly hope they choke

chingban: update all is well

better than tony: damn

gremlin: that?? is??? your???? best????? friend??????

better than tony: not anymore

better than tony: anyone who knows about wow must be put to death

chingban: so our entire friend group should be put to death?????

better than tony: are you arguing with that

gremlin: you know what I can’t argue

gremlin: I'm surprised the fbi hasn’t shot us down yet

y/n has changed their name to wow!

better than tony: ok you know what fuck you

wow: what the fuck are you doing to get the fbi to shoot you down

gremlin: IT’S ALIVE

better than tony: unfortunately

wow: it ??????????????????????????????????

chingban: idk about them but I've never done anything that merits being shot down yb the fbi

gremlin: wow is an offense punishable by death

chingban: I agree it’s an offense but death ???????

better than tony: stop texting and go back to work I'm tired of you all

wow: I'm still on my break

better than tony: everyone except y/n stop texting and go back to work

chingban: the favoritism is real

better than tony: y/n is my best friend suck it up

gremlin: I thought you disowned them from that position ???

better than tony: unfortunately they’re still more tolerable than you two combined

wow: I'm still reeling over being called ‘it’

wow: bitch ass han jisung you think I'm Frankenstein’s monster or some shit? or the clown from that movie???

gremlin: do you want me to answer that question

wow: say your prayers

chingban: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

better than tony: I regret everything

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wow: hey I didn’t know hyunjin/minho/Felix worked at the build a bear at this mall

chingban: literally where have you been

chingban: they’ve been there for at least six months

gremlin: why is only felix’s name capitalized

wow: 1. bitch do you think I come to the mall to go to build a bear?

wow: 2. autocorrect

wow: wow jisung your autocorrect is shit if it isn’t capitalizing Felix

gremlin: what do you come to the mall for

gremlin: also what of it

wow: to bother chan

wow: and mooch off the wifi because the connection at home is shit

wow: oh and work now ig

better than tony: nice to see your priorities

wow: <3

wow: actually jisung. don’t tell me you fucking actually go back and make Felix uncapitalized 

gremlin: caught

gremlin: and wait till they find out where seungmin/jeongin work at 

chingban: what the fuck why wouldn’t you just let autocorrect do its shit

better than tony: he’s jisung do you really need another reason

chingban: fair enough

gremlin: fair enough

wow: also I've known where the fuck seungmin/jeongin work I used to work at the tutoring center too dumbasses

better than tony: isn’t the pay better there? I still don’t know why you quit

wow: if you mean better by like fifty cents then yeah

gremlin: I-

chingban: I thought tutoring would pay a lot more than working at a shitty cafe???????????????????????????????

wow: yeah that’s what I thought too

wow: and then I found out how much chan was getting paid and I was like what the fuck I'd have so much fun working here even with slightly lower pay 

wow: so I quit

gremlin: respect

wow: wasn’t a hard decision

wow: the kids are horrible

better than tony: I thought you liked some of them

wow: “some” is the key word

chingban: ouch

wow: at least I get to fuck around here without getting in too much trouble

better than tony: isn’t sangyeon chill??

wow: Ella isn’t

gremlin: oh I've heard horror stories from seungin

wow: they’re all true

wow: honestly wish you’d burned down the tutoring center when you set fire to the refrigerator jisung

better than tony: HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT

chingban: more like who DOESN’T know about that

wow: seungmin sent me pics

better than tony: betrayed by my own children

wow: he’s more my child than yours and you know it

chingban: does that mean y/n and chan are our parents????

wow: no

better than tony: no

gremlin: oh my god I have more parents now !!!!!

wow: suddenly I feel Regret

better than tony: welcome to my world

gremlin: I'll set fire to the refrigerator again if you don’t say you’re my parents

better than tony: isn't this how you bribed Jacob into giving you hugs instead of giving me hugs

wow: Jacob?

chingban: other worker along with chanhee they’re on vacation for the week

wow: o

better than tony: also please don't set fire to the refrigerator

better than tony: or even try to

gremlin: have my conditions been met

wow: fucking gremlin bitch ass child

wow: fine I'm one of your parents

gremlin: 1/2

better than tony: fine

gremlin: 2/2 :D

wow: let the record say I only ever wanted seungmin and jeongin

wow: and Felix

gremlin: ouch

chingban: ouch

wow: you force me to be your parent you suffer the consequences

better than tony: Felix is MY SON

wow: SO YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE YOU FUCKERS ARE AUSTRALIAN YOU HAVE AN AUTOMATIC BOND? SUCK MY DICK CHAN

better than tony: I’LL FIGHT YOU

wow: SQUARE UP OLD MAN

chingban: jisung did you predict this

gremlin: in reality no but for the clout yes

chingban: ...

gremlin: I am Agent of Chaos(TM)

chingban: that I can see

[knockknockchicagopd]

❛ FRIENDS AFTER ALL ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: Hey! May I please request for Kevin Atwater prompt 5 from the angst list? Thank you very much!

❚❙ REQUEST BY @supervalcsi: Hello love!! Can i please request fluff prompt 3 with Kevin Atwater? Thank you! 💖💕💖

❚❙ Prompts: “You can call me whenever you want, even if you don't have a reason to”. / “I don't have anyone else”.

❚❙ KEVIN ATWATER MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 600.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to the author.

❚❙ General tag list: @melblacc @rebelwrites @skyofficialxx @sesamepancakes @scarletsoldierrr @mondefantastique @that-chick212 @enbyamaro @inlovewith3 @destynelseclipsa @miahelen @jadakiss13 @mcgreads @graniairish @teller258316 @i-love-scott-mccall @tclaerh. If you wanna be added to my tag list, send me a message! ⚡

The call takes you by surprise, pausing the movie you're watching to attend it.

“Everything okay?”

“Hey, yeah, I just… just wanted to talk with you”.

Sitting up on the sofa, you can't help but feel a little worried by the gloomy tone of voice he's using. Kevin and you have been friends for a while now, but your sentiments for him are stronger than he can think.

“About?”

“Ahm… actu—”.

“You can call me whenever you want, even if you don't have a reason to”.

By interrupting him and letting him know that you're here for him, whenever, wherever, you can feel him less anxious than a second before. But even so, you know it's not enough. If he has called you, it's because he really needs you. Licking your bottom lip taking the advantage of the silence installed at both sides of the speakers, you take a step forward.

“Listen, Kev… Why don't you come to my house? Sylvie is gonna stay with Matt, so I'm alone".

“Don't you have to wake up early?”

“Uh—Uh”. You deny shaking your head, although he can't see you. “C'mon. Pizza just arrived and I have cold beers”.

“Ok—Okay. Sounds good… See you in a minute”.

Hanging up the phone, you check yourself in the mirror to make sure you don't look too bad wearing your favorite white crop top and a pair of grey sweatpants. It's not like Kevin hasn't seen you this comfy before, but being alone it's another situation.

When the doorbell rings a couple of minutes after you try to not think about the fact that it seems he was so close to your house, maybe wanting to see you and tasting the waters. You don't even ask when you receive him and let him come inside before the cold outside invades your warm home. Kevin looks tired and somewhat afflicted, sighing as soon as you embrace him tightly and tenderly.

“I don't have anyone else”. He whispers wrapping you with his strong arms to push you closer.

That's not true, not at all. He has a lot of friends. Good friends. But you know that recently, after Doyle's issue, he has been feeling out of place with everybody. Except for you. You always comfort him better than anyone. You don't tell him what he wants to hear, but what he has to hear. You speak the truth. You give light to his darkest moments. And even if you're totally in love with him, Kevin is your friend first and you'll give him all the advice he needs to keep walking in the right direction.

“It's okay, Kev. I'm here”. You murmur cupping his face in your hands, leaning on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his left cheek.

“I don't know what I'd without you".

“Bad decisions, that's for sure. Like shaving your beard, or wearing horrible hawaiian shirts”. You scoff, trying to add some humor and make him laugh.

“Or drinking cocktails”.

“Hey! You liar! You love my cocktails, I can see it in your face every time”.

“Yeah… sure”. Kevin giggles, notably more relaxed and less worried.

“You hungry, uh?”

“Pretty much. Your whole house smells like cheese and pepperoni”.

“Bring the beers, I'll cut the pizza”.

“Teamwork, baby”

“Teamwork”. You repeat hitting his fist with yours and a huge smile on your lips.

[moviesbuff]

Taken

When TK is taken hostage on a call, Carlos and Owen do everything they can to get him back safe.

Huge thanks to my good friend @a1kitkat for encouraging me to write this. And correcting my many mistakes. Any remaining mistakes are my own. This is my first fic ever. Likes and reblogs are much appreciated.

Marjan looked up from her book; TK had been on his phone since their shift started.

“How’s it going with Carlos?” Marjan eventually asked. And TK smiled innocently.

“It’s great. He’s great.”

“Are you blushing?” Marjan gently teased and TK laughed, his eyes alight with happiness. “I’m happy that you’re happy, TK. You deserve it.”

He smiled, still blushing but before he could say another word, the alarm began to sound, signaling an incoming call.

They immediately sprung into action, heading to the truck with the rest of the team. Owen grabbed the radio for an update, reports weren't clear but he told the team to be prepared for anything though it was suspected a person was in distress on a balcony.

"Possible jumper?" Marjan asked.

"Not sure, we'll find out when we get there," Owen replied. "Police are enroute too."

TK tried to mask his smile, knowing the officer being dispatched could potentially be Carlos. He loved catching glimpses of him while on duty.

When they arrived, they saw a man lying down on a balcony.

“He’s not moving. Judd, get on the ladder and bring him down. TK, Mateo, Paul set up an airbag just in case. Marjan, be ready to assess him for injuries.” Owen told his team.

as Judd was on the ladder going up to the victim, he radioed Owen “I see someone on the ground on the other side, I think he fell from the balcony.”

“Yeah, Copy that. I’ll send TK and Marjan to check it out.” Owen told Judd.

Carlos pulled up just as TK and Marjan left to check on their second victim. Carlos came up to Owen and Owen filled him in on the situation.

TK and Marjan found the second victim behind some trees. Marjan immediately checked for a pulse, she looked up at TK and shook her head. On his belt, they saw a badge. The victim was a cop. She reached her radio “Captain, He’s dead.”

“Ok, Don't move his body. Just get back here and help set up the airbag.” Owen responded. TK and Marjan rushed back to the team.

Judd reached the balcony and started towards the unconscious victim but as he reached to check his pulse, was surprised when he began to move. His priority now being to reassure him, keep him calm, make sure he was alright. "Are you ok, sir? Are you hurt?

"No. I'm fine." The man looked down right away, he saw two firefighters around the dead cop's body. And a cop car was already there.

"All right, then just take my hand and come on the ladder." The man took a look at Judd, and then at the airbag on the ground, and jumped.

On the ground, everyone was surprised when they saw the victim had jumped on the airbag instead of coming down on the ladder with Judd's help. TK went to help the man but he pulled a gun and pointed it at TK.

“Don’t move.” He said. He turned TK around and put his left arm around TK’s neck, his gun on TK’s head. Carlos immediately pulled his gun and pointed it at the man holding TK hostage.

“If anyone moves, I will kill him.”

“Drop your gun and release your hostage.” Carlos yelled.

“That’s not gonna happen.” The man said while taking a look around to see how he could get out of there. He was at least six inches taller than TK and kept TK up with his arm around his neck which made TK stand up on his toes.

“You don't wanna do this.” Owen said.

“Don’t be stupid. You can’t get out of this. Let him go.” Carlos yelled again.

“Put your gun on the ground. Or I will kill him right now.”

Carlos looked at Owen’s pleading eyes and then back at TK, and afraid the man might hurt his boyfriend, he put his gun on the ground.

"Ok, I'm putting my gun on the ground."

"Now Kick it away."

Carlos did as he was told and kicked the gun away.

The man pulled TK towards the truck and pushed him inside, TK sat in the driver’s seat. “Drive.” He said pointing the gun at his head.

“I don’t have a license to drive the truck.”

He put the gun on TK’s temple and said “Drive right now.”

TK started driving.

Carlos ran to his squad car and just as he was about to start the car, Owen sat in the passenger’s seat. “Let’s go.” Owen said. Carlos knew there was no way he could get Owen to stay out of this so he started the car and they started following the truck. Carlos radioed for back up.

In the fire truck, TK was nervous. He kept thinking about when he got shot. He didn't want to go through that again. He tried to focus on his breathing and staying calm. The gunman looked in the side mirror at all the cars following them, then looked at TK and said “If the police catch up to us, I’m killing you first. Drive faster. And turn on the siren.”

Behind them, Carlos and Owen were trying to figure out what to do. Owen picked up his radio “TK? TK come in.”

The gunman looked over at TK. “Are you TK?”

TK nodded his head. “Yeah.”

“Who is he?”

“He’s my Captain.”

The gunman picked up the radio. “What do you want with him, Captain?”

“Listen, man. You’ve got a truck and you managed to escape. Now just let my man go. Ok?”

“We’re driving really fast. If I let him go now, he’ll break his arms and legs.”

Carlos looked angry. His nostrils were flaring. Memories of last time TK was hurt immediately filled his mind. Owen was agitated but tried to remain in control of his feelings. It was the only way he could get his son back.

At this point, there were a dozen police cars chasing the truck. And a news helicopter was in the air.

At the 9-1-1 call center, Grace watched the chase on TV. She could see that was the truck from 126 but she didn't know exactly what was going on. Right then, she got a call from Judd. "Oh, baby. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, baby. Don't worry about me."

"What is happening? Why are all these police cars chasing your truck?"

"It's TK. He's in danger."

On TV, she could see that the truck was stopping. "Judd, they're pulling over."

The gunman pulled TK out of the truck and into a restaurant. Once inside, he fired two shots in the air. "Everyone get on the ground." He looked at TK "Barricade that door" Then he turned around and ordered one of the waiters to help him. The restaurant wasn't packed but besides the staff, there were some customers in there. He ordered them all to get on the ground and he got TK to collect their phones.

Outside, the police surrounded the place and started evacuating the nearby buildings. Carlos called for a hostage negotiator and a SWAT team.

The hostage negotiator showed up in a few minutes. "Talk to me. What do we have?"

"One gunman. He killed a cop at his apartment. Unknown number of hostages inside. One of them is a firefighter." Carlos told him.

The negotiator called the restaurant.

The gunman was keeping an eye on the hostages and trying to come up with a plan when the phone rang. “Finally.” He picked up the phone after letting it ring for a few seconds.

"Hello. This is Seargent Parker, Austin PD. Who is this?"

“Listen to me very carefully. I want a dark SUV and I want you to get out of my way so I can leave. If you don’t give me what I want, I’m gonna start killing hostages. And I’ll start with the firefighter.”

“First I need to know the hostages are ok.”

“They are all ok. Just get me a car.”

“I need to talk to my boss. Give me an hour.”

“You have thirty minutes.”

After the gunman hung up, TK tried to talk to him. “Maybe you should just surrender. I don’t think you can get out of this.”

The gunman walked towards TK, grabbed him, forced him up and pushed him against the wall. “I killed a cop. There's only one way out of this for me. You better pray they do as I asked. If they don’t, I’m killing you first.” He hit TK over the head with his gun. His head started bleeding and he fell on the ground.

The gunman started pacing the room and peeking through the window to get a view of the outside. TK felt his eyes getting heavy, and try as he might, he couldn't stay awake any longer.

TK woke up with the sound of a gunshot. He looked around and saw the gunman was on the floor. A sniper must have taken him out. He could barely keep his eyes open. In a second, there were cops coming in the place from everywhere and Carlos was by his side, holding TK’s face in his hands, "What happened to your head?" TK was in shock and he was tired. He couldn't answer him. He couldn't say anything. He finally gave in and fell asleep. Carlos hugged TK close to him and called for a medic.

The medics helped TK out and took him to an ambulance. Owen showed up and held his son's hand firmly. "How is he?"

"He has a head wound. We're taking him to the hospital." One of the medics replied.

Next time TK opened his eyes, he was at the hospital, and Carlos was by his side. "Carlos." He tried to sit up but he felt dizzy and had to lie back down. Carlos stood up and helped TK settle back in. "Don't move, babe. The doctors patched up your head and did some tests. You're gonna be ok. They want to keep you for 24 hours to make sure you don't have a concussion. Owen's here, too. He's talking to the doctor."

Right then, Owen walked back in to see TK awake "Son, You need to stop scaring us like this."

TK laughed "No promises."

When the doctors discharged him, Carlos and Owen drove him home.

That night, as TK got ready for bed, he walked into his bedroom, and saw that Carlos was in his bed and under the covers. "I asked Owen to spend the night." Carlos explained. TK smiled and curled up next to him.

As they laid in bed, and Carlos held TK in his arms, TK fell asleep feeling safe.

[aliceaddellheidde]

Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 1 – Advantage

WORDS: 1601

WARNINGS: violence, swearing

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes. 

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless and are using they/their pronouns. I hope I'm using it correctly. Don't want to insult anybody.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you two touch. 

This is multi-chapter story. 1/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

Moi and Rai were best at their job. They were taking care of human being´s souls. Making sure everyone will meet their soulmates sooner or later. You see, it´s not easy work. Especially when you have younger sibling. Parca were exact opposite of his relatives. While Moi were warm, dressed in brown-red-orange-yellow clothing and Rai, cold in purple-blue-green-pink attire, Parca were like a shadow. Black-white-grey-silver outfit matching their neutral, mischievous personality. As the youngest, Parca were causing a lot of problems, making eternity harder for Moi and Rai.

„Hear, hear my dear fellow immortal!” Parca were dancing around big hall where Rai were checking on their broken souls, looking for suitable candidate for today. „What do you want Parca?” „Oh, don’t be grumpy. I have news for you and our precious Moi.” „They are next door. You know we have counting at this hour. Don’t you have as well?” „All done. But there is something our boss want you and Moi to do. As priority.” „I'm sure it can wait.” „Um-mm, nope.” Parca grin as Rai frown. Then bright light appears and with that Moi too. „What's so urgent?” Parca gave them gloving rolled up parchment. When Rai open it, Moi gasp. „Finally! He was bugging me since 1937!” „There is one problem tho dear Moi. Look.” They read written words loud. „James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N Y//L/N. Shite.” „Moi, language!” „Details. Now lets work. Those two will be a tough nut.”

And since that day their plan set in motion.

You absolutely hated Bucky Barnes. Why? Because he was annoying little shit, always thinking he's better than you in everything. It was partly true, but he doesn’t need to know, right?

You just came to kitchen for breakfast when wall of muscles stopped you. „Look where you going dipshit!” Bucky smirked at you. „Someone woke up in bad mood?” he teased. „Shut up.” you hissed and opened upper cabinet only to find it empty of your favourite cereals. „Borky! Where is my food?” You turned around, but he was gone. With sight you took cereals from Wanda´s shelf. She will forgive you.

Morning shower was very relaxing. You almost forgot about Bucky. Until loud alarm went off and you dropped your shampoo as you jumped. „Damn it Rogers.” you cursed, quickly dried yourself and ran into your room for clothes when bucket full of glitters fell on you, leaving you startled. You couldn’t take another shower and had to change before Steve would come looking for you. Shaking glitters from yourself, best as you could, you put t-shirt and shorts on and hurried to meeting room. Everyone else was there.

„What happened to you?” Sam asked. Bucky was visibly holding back from laughing. „I had fight with my hobby cabinet. What do you think happened? This motherfucker prepared trap on me!” you sassed and gave Bucky middle finger. „That's enough! Y/N, sit down. We have emergency mission. Source said there is hidden Hydra facility in Atlanta. We don’t have building plans, but source said there are weapons and maybe a lab as well. Our tactic is go in, capture those peasants and destroy it.” Tony lifted his hand. „Yes Tony?” „Maybe we can take some guns for studies. And lab tech. You know, to better understand our enemies what are they doing.” Steve sighted. „Fine Tony. You can have one or two of their weapons. Banner and Dr. Cho will have lab stuff. Sam, Bucky, Y/N - suit up. Departure in 15 minutes.” You were leaving when Steve stopped you and Bucky. „Buck you have something to say to Y/N?” „Sorry.” he rolled his eyes. „Help her vacuum the floor. Quickly. And don’t try anything during mission. Both of you. Understood?” „Yes.” you said at the same time. „Great. Dismiss.”  

„Ok, Mr. And Mrs. Grumpy. We´ll fly for an hour. Try not to kill each other.” Sam said from pilot seat. You took out your book and started reading. It was quiet for few minutes. Then you heard loud chewing and bubble bursting. Bucky smirked at you when you looked at him. You went back to your book and tried to ignore him. That worked for 10 minutes. „For fuck sake! Stop it!” you shouted. „What is it now?” Sam was tired of your fights. „He's chewing like an animal!” „Oh c'mon Buck. You can´t stop it for one flight?” „I´ll try.” Sam went back to cockpit and you put headphones on. To yours and Sam misfortune Bucky had yet another idea how to make you unhappy. His music was much louder than yours and his beaming smile was enough for you to throw your patience out of window. „Sam! I´m  gonna to pilot and you sit here with this idiot.” If it meant to stop your fighting and have nice flight, Sam did it with no problem. Parca were pleased with themselves, little smug smile on face. They had so much fun. Rai and Moi were shaking their heads in cockpit.

„Why you have to do all those things to her Buck?” his friend asked. „It´s fun! She's like small child when she's angry. All red and death stares in one minute and second later she bakes chocolate cake for whole team.” „We all know you love her cake. But you really should try to restrict your pranks. I don’t want her to leave because of it.” „Nah, she's tough.” „As your captain I have to insist.” „Damn Bird brain, when did you turn into such strict man?” „On this mission. Wanna play cards?” „Sure.”

„We will land in five minutes. I sent Redwing already. He shot guards on the roof. There are 30 subjects in, garage full of cars and weapons.” „No lab?” „Maybe underground. Think Y/N, geez.” „Stop that. We have work to do.” With that Sam walked out. „After you.” Bucky mockingly bowed. „I hate you.” you said and followed your captain.

You prepared your gun and ran next to the wall, Bucky right behind. You looked from around the corner. „There is big concrete field. We have to run across it.” „That's stupid idea. They will see us right away.” „Then come up with better plan Mr. I-know-everything.” „I will. Let me think.” „Don’t hurt yourself.” „If you would shut up, you would know you have to find other way. There are mines under that concrete.” Sam said into our comms. „You almost got us killed! Are you brainless?” Bucky looked at you with disappointment. „I didn’t know there are mines!” He was silent, only moved his head for me to follow him. „Sam, is roof still clear?” „Yop.” „Can you get us there?” Metal wire appeared next to you and you took it. „Hold tight Y/N.” You knew what will come, but it was still weird how small thing like Redwing could lift you and fly. „Amateur.” Bucky scoffed and jumped on the roof with ease. „Show off.” you sneered when you landed next to him. „At least I have something to show.” Suddenly you felt small sting in shoulder. „Ouch, what the fuck? Were we drugged or what?” „No. Only little electric shock because you are not doing your work. Move your asses.” „Yes Cap.”

You ran across roof, then jumped on main building and hopped down on the ground. „Should we knock?” „Don’t be funny. I found you way in. There are back door on your right.” You moved there. „Stay behind me.” Bucky said and opened the door. You walked in and right away gunfire started. Bucky was effective as shield while you both tried to defence yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, there were Parca sitting on the car, laughing. Moi and Rai were there too. And thanks to their intervention you disarm almost all men inside the garage. Those who tried to run fell into Sam's trap. Moi moved destroyed cars and dead bodies for you to see secret door to laboratory.

You opened it and had to move from flying glowing ball. „Bucky, look out!” you screamed but it was too late. It hit him and his eyes rolled up as he fell down. Parca were very happy with their work. Moi and Rai not at all. You shot few guards and captured lab doctors. „Sam! Get Bucky out.” „Working on it.” You walked back into garage and found Bucky on the floor, panting. „You all right?” „Yeah.” „Take them. I´m going to check other buildings.” He nodded and even when he was shaking a bit doctors looked afraid of him.

„All clear. Gonna prepare some boxes for you Sam.” It took around 30 minutes and once you were done and safe in quinjet he blew up the facility. You turned to Bucky. „How are you feeling?” „Like I got hit by lighting ball.” „Ha, ha. Now for real.” „Fine. But my arm isn't working how it should.” „Let me see.” You started carefully repairing it and he was watching you all the time. Moi and Rai smiled at each other. Then Parca moved your hand wrong direction and Bucky yelped in pain. „Sorry! I´m so sorry!” „It´s ok. At least touch sensor is working.” You laughed in relief and continued your work.

„Good job. Were there any problems?” Steve asked when you landed. „Just Bucky´s hand. He went to medical bay already. Y/N took amazing advantage of situation and secured laboratory and all buildings” „Good. We will sort things out from here. You go and rest. See you tomorrow.”

You said your farewell to Sam and closed door of your personal paradise called your room.

[oneemotionalblender]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader - Ghost of You

Heyy guyys ! Well , here we go ....

Warnings : sadness , death , some no-no words , possibly Endgame spoilers

Yepp , this one's sad :(

Based on : Ghost of You by 5 Seconds of Summer

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All my life I have been asking myself one question . What is love ?

Is it a feeling of pure bliss ?

Is it just a chemical reaction ?

Is it something everyone will find ?

Should we even look for love ?

Or , is it something straight from fairytales for children ?

Is love only for children ?

I have settled on the last statement . Love is for children .

People fall in love , and then what ?

How do we know if it's really love ?

How do we know if it isn't only excitement , of something new ?

That's what I was asking myself .

Now I know what love is . Love is pain . Love is pure pain . You see , when you leave someone because they cheated on you ,it's easier because somewhere deep , deep inside you know they weren't worth it . Yes , you cry for some time but that's life . Eventually you can move on . Because you know if they really loved you , they would never do something to hurt you . They would try to do everything in their power to make you feel good , make you feel loved . Even if it meant let you go , because they know you deserve better , that you will be better .

But true pain ? True heartbreak ? Is when you lose someone . When life just decides to take them from you . That's true hurt . Because you know that you will never see them again . You will never be able to feel their touch again . Because everything will once fade away . Their smell on your sheets , the lipstic stains from their favorite mug , the books they loved to read , they will just sit there , as dust will settle on them , because you don't want to touch them . They are one of the things they touched the last . You imagine as their delicate fingers touched them . And you know you're not ready . To let them go . To move on . And maybe , you'll never be .

Love has this effect . Just pure pain . Because no one is here forever , and you know it . But you're still broken when it happens . Because the saddest thing is when you are feeling completely damaged , you look around and realize that there in no shoulder for you to cry on .

*Your POV*

Here I am waking up , still can't sleep on your side .

I fluttered my eyes open , streched my arms and sat on my bed . I looked at the untouched side . Her side . I felt tears forming in my tired eyes .

I made my way to the bathroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror .

Bloodshot , red eyes from crying . Check .

Hair in all the directions . Check .

Dark circles under my eyes from the lack of sleep . Check .

Face that looks like a it has survived the apocalypse . Check .

It's been two weeks since we saved the universe . Two weeks since we killed Thanos . Two weeks since Tony sacrificed himself . Two weeks since .... I lost her .

I laughed at myself . How come one person can make you so desperate ? I don't know , but she did . I tought about the day I met her .

What the hell does he want now ?!

Oh right , let me clear it up for you . My name is Y/N Y/L/N . I'm a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent . And I kind of have telekinesis powers too . I'm a level 8 agent , so I know pretty much about everything . Not like Fury , obviously . His secrets have secrets , for God's sake . And he's the person who called me right now . He didn't say anything . Just "Come to my office ." So that's where I'm going right now .

I open the door to see Fury , and a beautiful red-head , which I recognise as Natasha Romanoff , the famous Black Widow .

"You wanted to see me boss ?" I kept a straight face .

"Yes . Agent Y/L/N , you have made a lot of progress since you came here . I assume you know about the Avengers ." He looked at me . Where the hell is this even going ?

"Since you are an amazing spy-"

"Hold up , was that a compliment ?" I smirked and Fury sighed .

"I'm flattered , really." Heh

"Y/N , let me finish ."

"Ok , continue ."

"As I was saying , you are also very skilled at hand-to-hand combat ." I smirked again .

"This must be my lucky day." I said .

"Ok , sorry . Continue ."

"I am now offering you a spot on the team . The question is , are you ready for it ?" OMG OMG OMG

"I am boss . I won't let you down ."

"I know you won't , otherwise I wouldn't be giving you this offer . Romanoff will now escort you to your new home , the Avengers Tower ."

I sighed . That was a long time ago . Now everything is different .

I put on leggins and some random shirt . At this point I absolutely don't care how I look .

If I could dream long enough , you tell me I'll be just fine , I'll be just fine .

She would want me to move on . I know she would . But I don't know if I'll be able to do that . She was the one person in the world I would die for , and I know she would do the same for me . And she did . She did it for all of us .

"See you in a minute ."

A minute turned to an hour . An hour turned into a week . A week turned into a month . A minute became forever .

"Clint , where's Nat ." Steve asked and looked at Clint . I did the same . Big mistake . I saw his tears stained cheeks , red eyes and empty stare . He looked at me . No . No , no , no , no . This is wrong . This can't be true . I looked at the others . They figured out what is going on . Cap had tears in his eyes and Tony looked at the verge of crying too . I ran out of the room , tears blurred my vision . I opened the door to our room and colapsed on bed . I cried into her pillow . Why ? Why her ? It should have been me . And all of it for that goddamn glowing stone . It wasn't worth it . Where's the "We don't trade lives" now Cap , huh ? She promised me . She promised she would come back . It should have been me .

I wiped away the tears that stained my cheeks . It should have been me .

So I drown it out

Like I always do

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

I look around the kitchen . I see her favorite cup , her favorite fruit , her favorite kind of cereal . Everything is reminding me of her . I look at the seat beside me and for a brief moment I see her there . And everything is fine . But then I realize that it's only my imagination . That my dreams about me and her dancing are just my imagination .

So I drown it out

Like I always do

Dancing through our house

With the ghost of you

And I chase it down

With a shot of truth

That my feet don't dance

Like they did with you

"Hey Nat" I gently layed the blood red rose on her grave .

"I don't even know why I came here , talking to an empty grave , but look at me ." I chuckled .

"Anyways , Clint is sending you a hug . The kids miss their auntie Nat . And I miss my Nat too . God I miss you so much Natasha , you can't even imagine . If you were here you would laugh at me for being so pathetic . But you're not . You're not here and that fucking kills me . I don't know how I can live without you . I loved you so much Romanoff . God who am I kidding , I love you so much Romanoff . Why can't you come back to me ?! Why is the universe so cruel ? I just want you back . You should be right here next to me . Anyways , sorry I didn't came sooner . I couldn't bring myself to it . We lost Tony too um, but I guess you already know that . Cap is now officialy a fossil , you would be proud . We had a funeral for you , even tough you probably wouldn't want one . But you deserve it . It was nice , just us , the people you loved and the people that loved you . Because they did , they really did . I'm still crying every night and honestly , I'm used to it by now , even though you know how I hate crying . Well , I have a meeting with Fury , you know how those go . I should probably be on my way now . I will come here every friday ok ? I promise ." I have gently blew a kiss to the sky .

"Natasha , I just want you to know , that no matter what you say or think ,

You are a hero .

And you wiped that red away a long time ago . I'm gonna miss you , probably forever . I'm not sure if I can move on from you . You were the one , I know it now . And maybe , just maybe , when the time is right , I will see you again . Ok um , say hi to Tony from me , ok ? I love you ."

I gently laid my fingers on her grave . I sighed .

Maybe someday ....

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Well , that's it . Was it ok ? Idk

Thoughts ?

Love ya <3

[perdizzion]

I just happen to stumbled upon ur account and saw that you'll be quitting med school. I have a dilemma that I want to share with someone. Im a newly enrolled first yr med student and classes just started a week before. But I'm starting to form some doubts whether I really want to be a doctor or not. Its not that I cant handle the academics its just that do i really see myself being a doctor in the future and actually feel happy about it.

I dont even know if being a doctor is my dream anymore or just my parent’s.

Hiya! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, anon! I don’t know if my answer will help you or not, but I will try to do my ABSOLUTE BEST to reply!!

Ok so. Med school. Tricky stuff. I’ll tell you a little bit about my background and what I’m up to right now to give you a Good Feel about how things are going after the decision I’ve taken and whatnot.

I got into med school about 4 and a half years ago, and like any student who worked their asses off for their desired universities’ entrance exams, I was beyond ecstatic when I found out that I had gotten in. I started attending lectures, group discussions, student projects, and for the first few years, I felt like hey, I think I can actually do this! The exams were pretty tough, I can’t say I liked pharmacology and neurology, but I passed just fine and so I thought that things were going to be fine.

[Narrator voice] things were, in fact, not fine.

I started having doubts around..3rd year, I think? Everything just started to become so dull no matter how much free time I was using to do my hobbies (drawing and doing art in general) and I think that was when my depression started to really rear its ugly head. I started to miss classes, isolate myself from my friends, stay in bed all day, and the only people that had kept me sane were my family and a few close friends of mine telling me to take care of myself when I was too depressed to do so. I tried thinking about whether I’ll be happy being a doctor in the future, and then I noticed that I couldn’t even imagine myself in a white coat, working in a clinic and talking to a patient.

This is when I finally realized that all this time, my wanting to go to med school wasn’t even because it was my dream. It was my parents’.

I struggled a lot to get through some of the days, but I managed to keep up the facade in front of my uni friends until I finished 4th year and received a “degree”. (In Indonesia, finishing 4th year of med school grants you a “bachelor of medicine” though you can’t really use it for anything yet until you’ve finished 2 more years of clerkship and get a “dr” in front of your name).

Clerkship happened after 4th year. If I had to use one word to describe clerkship, it would be hellish. I don’t know if this is how it works in every country, but in Indonesia, clerkship demands med students to attend hospital shifts with inhuman amount of working hours. We had to do 36 hour shifts every twice a week, and 9 hour shifts every other day. This might sound pretty light to some people, but it was super tough for me what with the amount of additional assignments and exams that we still had to do during our rotations. 

After 2 months of clerkship, my depression grew so much worse to the point where my best friend (bless her heart) had to call me almost everyday to help me sleep at night because the thoughts in my head wouldn’t leave me alone. Finally, I called my sister who lives in a different city to fly to where I was living in to take me to see a psychiatrist. It didn’t help because my doctor was super shitty about my condition (“all med students experience depression at one point because med school is just that hard, don’t worry, I’ve been there”) but I did take the meds. And I was planning to carry on with clerkship, until one day the meds gave me orthostatic hypotension (it was one of the side effects of the drug that I was taking) and I fainted in the middle of a surgery. When my mom (who lives in another city) found out about this, she was livid. She flew to my place right on that exact same day to take care of me, though she hadn’t known about my depression yet at the time.

The next day, I told her everything. Like, everything. About how med school had truly been stressing me out, about how I didn’t feel like med school was the right place for me anymore, about how clerkship had been making me feel like I was a worthless piece of shit because the doctors kept yelling at me, about how clerkship had also been making me realize that I wasn’t good with patients and that their lives are literally in my hands and that a single mistake could lead to their death and how I could never live with that much guilt in my life, about how I was so tired of being too sleep-deprived to properly function everyday, let alone to stitch a patient’s cut-up hand back together.

I told her that I wanted to quit. And so I did.

And you know what? It feels amazing.

I’ve been sleeping regularly for the past few months. I get to draw everyday now, and still make money out of doing commissions. I interact with my family a lot more and I don’t check up on them only when I need them to transfer me some money to buy food. I eat three meals a day like a normal human being and it feels so, so good. I applied for a scholarship so I could earn a Master’s degree in biomedicine abroad (it’s not art school, which is where I actually want to go to, but it’s not med school either so I’ll take it), I passed the first stage and now I’m just trying to do my best to pass the next two stages so I could get a full-ride. 

Things are okay. Things are good.

Things haven’t always been good, of course. People tell me that I was “so close to reaching my dreams!”, that my parents “must be so shattered to hear that you wanted to quit!”, that I am just “wasting away my potential.” My grandparents called me a disappointment a few weeks ago while telling me that I should just give up on my scholarship application and go back to med school. My dad told me that he wished I could “go back to the way I was and be happy again.” My mom cried multiple times. It hasn’t been easy on my mental health, but honestly? Fuck it. Fuck every single guilt-trip that my parents have had to put me through. Fuck everyone at uni who’s been spreading false rumors about how I quit med school because “I got cancer” or “I got knocked up.”

I absolutely hated how the doctors did anything back in the hospital. The rich patients got immediate treatment, and the poor got dismissed. The mentally ill were mocked behind closed doors, and med students were treated like trash. Rooted seniority where the senior doctors hazed junior doctors were still a thing (in Indonesia, at least). Literally everyone in the hospital had a superiority complex and I fucking hated it. Neither my parents nor my grandparents will have to be the ones to experience this on a daily basis for years though, so fuck outta here with your negative comments about my decision.

I quit med school because I did it for me, and only me.

This is by no means supposed to scare you away from med school just so you could jump into my bandwagon, heck no. I’m telling you this because nobody told me that this could be a possibility. Everybody I knew kept telling me that the only thing you’ll need to succeed med school is firm determination and hard work, and while that may be true for some people, I required a lot more than that, like a stable mental health, a good support system, etc. I failed to meet these requirements, and so everything turned into a shipwreck for me. My other friends, however, who were well-prepared with all of these, are managing to continue med school just fine.

That being said, this answer is definitely supposed to make you think about your decision more thoroughly. One of the most often things that people tell me post-med school is that “you should’ve quit earlier if you hadn’t liked it; it would’ve saved you a lot of time.” I hate the fact that I agree with this. If I had quit years ago, I would’ve still had time to search for a school that was more relevant to my interests and start over from a blank slate. If I had quit years ago, I would’ve been able to graduate from a new school and earn an actual proper job by now so I could help my parents out with our finance. Of course, my parents would’ve been way more harsh on me if I had told them that I wanted to quit so early on, but if you own the privilege of having parents that would genuinely and willingly listen to you, please talk about it with them. I had a friend who quit med school around a few months before 1st year ended; he’s in business school now and from what I’ve heard, he’s pretty happy with where he is right now.

Whew, that was long. I swear I didn’t mean for it to be this long!! Let me know if any of that helped or if you just want to talk off anon with me in general! I know firsthand how this kind of dilemma can eat you up whole, and it’s not a fun experience, so just hmu if you want to chat

Have a nice day!!

[rottentigerr]

@daenerys-targaryen I agree with you, during the first months after the finale I deeply resented Jon, I was fully aware of how hypocritical that was, and I was very conflicted about it, and hurt. I, too, got depressed for a long time. I was hurt because (like I said in a post before) I felt like a part of me died with her, but I was also hurt because I didn't want to hate Jon.

Since the begining they were both my favorite characters, both in the show and the books, I wad in love with them, with their journey, with their personalities and parallels. For all seven seansons I wasn't sure who I'd choose if I had to, or if I could even choose at all. I loved them, why would I have to choose? I've been shipping them since season 1, was crazy for them, and truly thought it was a crack ship I'd never see become true (I remember suffering for the lack of fanfics about them, oh the old times), so when season seven came around I obviously couldn't be happier. Sure, it wasn't a perfect season, but at least my favs met and on top of that they had more chemistry than I anticipated.

But, enter season eight, my mind was made, Daenerys was who I loved the most, probably because as a woman I saw myself in her, I just could relate more to her struggles than Jon's, and seeing how she was treated in and out of the show made me side with her. Ironically, the season that made everything to make people hate her was the season that made me love her more than ever. While the narrative tried to tell me she was a villian, she was mad, I just saw a woman pushed to the edge, a woman forced to silence her grieving. They tried to tell me she was a jealous woman that can't stand people focusing on Jon, I saw a woman tired of men taking the credit for her hard work.

I forgot the point I was trying to make...

I do love both, ok? and as much as I'd like to pretend season eight isn't canon, I know that's not the truth. So, taking in canon, I'm still in Daenerys side, I can't not be with her, everyone on season eight has been awful, and I understand they're ooc too, but I still can't help resenting them.

While I had almost a year to deal with this and try to make up my mind, I'm still salty about of all, I still love Jon, but even to this day nothing can change my mind that he should've been burned there and then, at the very least, it feels like that's the only way I could kind of forgive him. It's hard to not be angry with him when he got to live, still has a chance to happiness... While Daenerys got nothing, she only got pain, betrayal and loss.

Same goes for the other characters, I can't stand them now, still have hope for their book counterparts (some of them, not tyrion tho), but show!them are as good as dead to me, they don't matter anymore.

If we are gonna consider season eight canon, then, for me, personally, as I saw it, they're all ungrateful, useless cockroaches, and Daenerys is the victim. And don't even try to talk about king's landing, I don't even have sympathy for them. Dany, Missandei and Greyworm are the only ones I don't hate tbh.

I'm sorry if my rambling doesn't make sense, I wrote this between work breaks and I'm too tired to check if I made mistakes. I just needed to get this off my chest, since it turns out in not quite ever this.

Tl;dr: I'm aware I'm an hypocrite for staning Daenerys and hating the rest of the characters, but sir, that was my emotional support dragon queen

can jon / jonerys stans stop attacking dany stans who are now posting dany x daario posts please we just want our queen to be happy and safe and no he’s not perfect but he didn’t abuse her and he didn’t murder her we want her alive and happy and well and he’s the safest option out of drogo, jorah and jon thanks k bye

[danpercival]

My lost Knight at the St. Georges run

Date: 25th April 2015 Venue: Bukit Beruntung Four people and a dog (Patch) got lost at the St. Georges day run in Bkt. Beruntung. While I am aware of the distress it might have caused at the runsite, the night was not a total disaster. For me, it was actually heartwarming to experience so many kind souls that tried to help us at the kampung in Sg. Buaya. Plus there were moments of I found hilarious.. It was raining at the start of the run and I went in with two other hashers, Mike and Tammy and my dog Patch. At the start I went wrong and followed the paper on the right, unknowingly going in reverse. First mistake. We kept on the ridge and didn't go down to the lake on the right because I expected the trail to cross the ridge eventually, which it did. We followed the paper down the ridge only to run into hashers coming against us. At that moment, we realised we were going in reverse but never mind, having being told the run was 8km, we pressed on determined to finish the run in reverse on paper. Down onto a road, back into some rubber and then back into the road near some kampung house. Second mistake was to follow the paper to the right, but we soon realise the mistake and reversed back to the kampung houses where we could see slight traces of confetti paper still remaining after the rain. Here we met Kamran. I was happy to see him as here was a person who had come the right way from the runsite and should be able to lead us back (mind switches out of survival mode). However he first lead us on a long circular loop in the kampung (mind switches back on to survival mode) so I whip out my GPS to find the direction to home. We walk along until we found a dirt road leading uphill to the oil palm in the direction of home as indicated by my GPS. Kamran went ahead and found paper, a big relief. Now I was sure we can follow him and be home shortly (mind switches out of survival mode). I put away my GPS and even stopped checking to see if we were in fact still going in reverse by ground markings. The trail went on and on and on and it's late by the time Kamran comes to a spot where he realises he's going forward and not heading for home (mind panics into survival mode). Some bush whacking, it's getting darker and we're going around in circles and eventually Kamran is way out in front somewhere with Mike and Tammy trying to follow him, I can hear them in the distance. I'm looking at my GPS and can see we're heading further away from home. I have a GPS and a torch and a tendency to leave people and go off on my own to find home but not this time, instead I followed the calls and eventually came out in Sg. Buaya to meet the rest. Trying to decide what to do next, a car stops next to us. Patch does what comes naturally to her when a car stops and somebody winds down a window. Rise up and put her two front paws on the open window, scaring the driver. But still the lady driver offers to drive us to the runsite but not the dog (of course). No problem, I'd stay back with Patch while the rest get a lift back to the runsite and send a rescue car back. Good plan. The car rushes off and since I'm tired, I lie flat on a driveway next to the road. A car stops and the driver looks out. I sit up and wave at him. Next a bus stops. OK a bus can stop anywhere but when the driver gets out and walks towards me, I'm thinking it's a bad idea to lie down next to a main road like a dead person. The house I'm in front of could win the first prize for the most neglected yard ever with just a patch of grass with some wood propped up like a bench. Looks like nobody's home so I lie on that wood and wait. And wait. And wait. A taxi pulls up on the driveway. I get up to talk to him and again Patch does her 'stand up and try to sniff the driver' trick. The guy is not amused and says so but after I explain that I was taking the dog for a walk in the estate, got lost, had to come out to the kampung, blah blah, he becomes quite friendly. Says he's there to pick up his friend. I insist that there's nobody in the house but he makes a phone call and true enough, someone comes out of the house. That's the strange thing about kampung houses. It can be dead silent and dark but there are people inside. A house in the city will have the TV blaring and people making noises but not here. It's the same with the police station I'll get to later in this account. The taxi driver and his friend leave. And I wait. And wait. And wait. Kamran and company must be surely have arrived at the runsite by now, showered and had their makan and I'm stuck here. Suddenly the ladies car screeches to a halt in front of me and my three other lost companions get out. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I'll later learn that the lady drove like a maniac to the Bkt. Beruntung toll, running all the red lights and almost running into a truck, all on a defective transmission. At the toll, she made a U-turn and came backwards. Maybe it was dark and her passengers were more concerned about surviving the ride but they never manage to find the runsite and so had driven back. Like I've said before, there are hilarious bits to the night. Anyway she apologises, ask if we need water (yes please), runs to a nearby house and brings back a huge plastic container of water. Before she leaves, Kamran and her exchange phone numbers on bits of paper. I'm thinking, why not? Kamran is young and full of hormones. She's a fast driver with a fast car. Who knows? Maybe it's a match made in heaven. So what to do now? Kamran wants to borrow my torch and bash through the woods to home but honestly I'm not that hopeful. Then the idea pops up to phone someone at the runsite. There's a lot of girls at the runsite but Kamran can't remember any of their numbers (a shame really). So it's only me with Katherine's number. A bike stops and we ask if he can call a number for us. No answer from Katherine's phone. Another plan shot to bits. The biker tells us there is a polis station just down the road. So we start walking to it. On the way, we meet another guy and I give Katherine's number another try. Again no luck. Mike and Tammy are ahead and walk way past the polis station but that's not surprising, it's dark and looks deserted. We walk in and the only things alive there are a bunch of cats and a sign out saying 'If you need help, please call this number'. Tammy tries to remember the number. We walk out to the main road and a tiny kitten follows me out, rubbing against my leg. On the main road, another motorcyclist stops and I talk to him. I describe our runsite location and after a while, he gets what I trying to describe and even has the name for it. Good. Another car stops. With my halting Bahasa and the motorcyclist helping us, we describe the runsite and the young driver says he knows it. He agrees to send only one person to the runsite (it's late at night, he does not know who we are, I understand) after he's dropped his passenger so of he goes. The group decides that I should go (more likely to find the runsite)and they will look after the dog. Car comes back. I get in and he makes a U turn just ahead to go towards Bkt Beruntung.