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mack-devereaux · 1 year ago

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Hiii i wanna ask if ya can write something with Vince? Maybe him getting into a fight (so hot i love it) and hin hurting his wrist are something? And reader taking care of him afterwards. Plleeaassee

Vince Dunn

Omg this is my first request!! I’m so sorry it took so long! Also check out my other fic about Vince. I think they have a similar vibe. But This has no relation to that one. I had so much fun writing this. Just a reminder this is a work of fiction and my imagination, this is not based on true events. Thank you to the anon who requested!

Picture is from Pinterest, no triggers except for cursing and mentions of blood. I think that’s it! Enjoy!

When Vince first moved to Seattle he was excited. This was a brand new team and he had more opportunities to make a name for himself as one of the more aggressive defensemen in the NHL. He had always had a temper on the ice, even in his early days in high school and in the OHL, and he was good at running his mouth. He was always respectful to the medical training staff and the coaching staff, he never took his anger or frustration out on the people who helped him get back on the ice.

Did he cause the fights on purpose? Maybe.

Was he mad about being hauled into the cute medical trainers office to get patched up? Absolutely not. He enjoyed talking with y/n and getting to know her a bit better.

Did he cause fights just to see her? No, he truly has a passion for the sport, he just sometimes got a little too involved with the banter sometimes. However a perk to all this was those few minutes alone with y/n. Although she never really spoke to him much outside of work and was always very quiet he knew how passionate she was about her job. No matter what she was always so attentive to the injury and informative about what she was doing to help said injured player.

Y/n loved the energy of the home games, she typically didn’t get to travel very much with the team, only to close games, but something about the atmosphere of home games had her just buzzing with energy. Most of the time she got to watch the game from the tunnels, it was the perfect spot to see most of the game and it was easy to drag injured players back to the locker room to tend to the injuries. Tonight’s game was a home game against the Colorado Avalanche again, a team known to get the Kraken a little riled up. Just the week prior Vince had gotten himself into quite the scrum and ended up with a cut on his nose while playing against the Avalanche.

*flashback to a week prior*

Y/n was sitting in the medical room at Ball Arena, going through the medical kits organizing some of the supplies. She had heard the roar of the crowd and immediately knew there was a fight that happened. Shortly after that, the third period had ended. Hearing the players stomping down the tunnel shouting and cheering she already knew who was headed her direction.

“Vince..” y/n sighed pulling all her medical supplies back out.

“Don’t act like you aren’t happy to see me” Vince chirped at the girl.

“You’re gonna have some serious damage to your nose if you don’t stop” y/n said as she was washing her hands and throwing her gloves on “I’m surprised you don’t have a permanent scar from how many times I’ve seen it busted”.

“That just means you are doing a great job babe. I’ve got you to thank for keeping me looking good” Vince smiles.

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned around trying to hide her blush. Knowing this was the exact reason as to why she fell for him. He was just so charming. He knew exactly what to say and that’s why she could never date him. That and the fact that she technically worked for the same organization as him. Were they coworkers? No, but surely it was still frowned upon. At least that’s what she told herself anyway. As she was cleaning off the blood from his nose she caught herself admiring him. He truly was one of the most beautiful people she’s ever laid eyes on. Once the bleeding stopped she checked for other injuries, and sent him to be with the rest of the team.

“Promise me you’ll keep out of trouble for at least the next week” she called to him as he walked away.

“For you? Never.” He added with a wink.

*present*

Five minutes left in the third period and y/n had gotten to watch maybe 10 minutes total of the game. Partially because she didn’t like seeing Vince fight much, and because the players definitely kept her busy. This was probably the most bloody noses and knuckles she had tended to in her entire career. Normally the crowd goes crazy and encourages fights, and she definitely enjoyed that. But for some reason she couldn’t stomach seeing Vince getting hurt. I guess she had Cupids arrow to thank for that. After a few more minutes gloves went flying, curse words were being yelled and the crowd went wild. Reluctantly she looked over in front of the players bench and Vince had thrown a Colorado player on his back.

“Oh for fucks sake Vince” she muttered under her breath.

“You got him or do you want me to take care of him this time” the head medical trainer asked y/n chuckling and shaking his head.

Y/n looked across the ice as Vince and the Avalanche player got tossed in their respective sin bins, she sees that Vince has his helmet off and is holding his wrist.

“I think he hurt his wrist, do you see him messing with it?” y/n points to Vince.

“I’ll take a look when we get back there but I’m sure he’s fine. I think you can handle it after that” the trainer says as they walk back to the locker room.

After the game y/n was in her office waiting for Vince, it had been nearly 40 minutes since the game ended. What was taking him so long? She knew Coach had told him to stop by after their after game meetings and interviews. While she was waiting she decided to tidy up and clean a bit. As she was cleaning her desk she found the puck that Vince had signed and gave to her earlier that year.

*flashback to late last season*

Y/n was standing behind the players bench. It was the last home game for the season, then they were headed into playoffs. Looking onto the ice she watched the players warm up and interact with fans. Vince was watching y/n as he was skating in circles, getting a boost of confidence he picked up a puck and signed it with a note. Smirking he passed by and shouted “hey y/n! Catch!”

Panicking y/n shot both of her hands in front of her face as the head medical trainer caught the puck before it smacked her in the face.

“Really Dunn?!” Y/n shouted.

Vince grinned and skated off, shaking her head she looked at the puck she noticed it said “hey pretty girl” with his signature. Blushing she shoved it in her pocket before she could get scolded.

“Oh he’s so got it bad for you” the trainer said.

“Leave the chirping to the players would you” y/n muttered “besides it’s not like I can date him anyway.”

“Technically…”

“Don’t tempt me” y/n sighed “my heart can’t handle the heartbreak that comes with that one.” She continued to watch him skate around and talk to his teammates with a huge smile on his face.

*back to present*

Y/n smiled at the memory. Not knowing she wasn’t alone, because of course Vince would walk in at that very moment. Leaning up against the doorframe Vince coughed snapping her back to reality.

“My God Vince, now you choose to be quiet? You scared me” y/n shoved the puck back into the drawer.

“I’ll make sure to knock next time” he softly smiled. He totally saw that she still had the puck and it definitely boosted his ego.

“Let me see your wrist” y/n said.

“It’s fine” he muttered.

“If it’s fine let me double check then” y/n challenged.

Vince walked over and sat down on the bench in her office, while reluctantly holding his wrist out. He watched her face as she examined his wrist.

“I think if we wrap it for tonight and tomorrow you should be fine, but the swelling needs to go down significantly before you play again. I’ll clear you for practice but you have to be easy on your arm for the next few days” y/n said as she was grabbing the necessary supplies.

“Thank you for taking care of me y/n, I’m sorry for fighting” Vince whispered.

She smiled at him as she sat down and started wrapping his wrist. Knowing full well that he was watching her face closely the entire time.

“I’ll walk you to your car” Vince said.

“I’d appreciate that, thank you” y/n said as she turned back to him after putting the supplies away. With yet another boost of confidence Vince grabbed her by the waist and pulled her face to his and kissed her, she immediately kissed him back. The kiss was short and sweet. Electricity shot through her body and she felt as if she was on fire. After pulling away y/n whispered “we should go.” Neither of them saying anything as they left the arena. Vince was feeling defeated for the first time in a long time, why hadn’t she said anything? Did he over step? Did he make her uncomfortable? A million more discouraging thoughts ran through his head. Him not knowing she was in shock and on cloud nine all at once. Y/n unlocked her car and opened the door. Before she got in she turned to Vince and pulled his face to hers and slammed her lips onto his. Vince cockily smiled into he kiss and pulled her into him as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. After a few minutes they both pulled away, breathing heavy and trying to get as close as possible to each other.

“Thank you for walking me to my car Vince.”

“Let me know when you get home so I know you’re safe.”

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #hockey imagines #seattle kraken #vince dunn #thoughts with mack #vince dunn imagine

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piratefishmama · 2 years ago

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Pt1

It continues, also with Robin. She leaves Steve on that floor, pathetically cycling through this random metalheads video game music repertoire, sending a silent apology for her fallen friend to the lady in the apartment below them, sure she got to hear Steve practicing his songs every now and then which was a blessing, but she also now had to deal with his pathetic puppy crush as well.

Sorry two (definitely not house-trained) poodle owning lady, Robin sent her condolences for her hearing. But only a little condolence, one of those dogs had left a steamer in the elevator and it was a tall-ass apartment block. Karma really, sweet sweet karma.

It continued because Robin had a mild gift for hunting people down on the internet, it was a skill she’d developed and honed purely to hunt down the assholes who occasionally popped up on Steve’s insta with threatening messages and dumb as shit behaviours that a best friend refused to abide by. Steve had never allowed her to do anything with the knowledge, but one day, one day, the dogs of war would be released, and she would rain fury down upon them for making him make the sad puppy eyes.

He was just a dude, sure he grew up with wealthy parents, sure he had connections since birth to help him get to where he wanted to be, but… that didn’t make him any less of a soft-ass with a genuine love of sports, and sweaters, and listening to audio books in reading nooks with mugs of coffee like some kind of pinterest mood board model.

That didn’t make him any less of an actual mother hen to several child actors and young musicians ensuring they got fair treatment, ensuring they were never taken advantage of by the industry or the people around them.

It continued because within an hour of sleuthing, Robin poked her head back around from Steve’s guest room (read: Robin’s second home), and proudly announced “Found him!” As loud as she could to get over the cover of the final boss battle from Banjo and Kazooie that Steve absolutely did not recognise but was clearly vibing to.

“Found who?”

“Your mystery hater! He’s a—”

“Robin!! You can’t dox people!!”

“I’m not doxing him, I’m telling you exactly where he is so you can go confront him.”

“That is exactly what doxing is. How did you even find him?!”

“Dumbass posted a pic of a newspaper article that his friend wrote, which, uhm, that’s pretty cool I guess, but it had her name on it! All I had to do was search LinkedIn for her and boom, I gottem.”

“…Okay so he’s basically asking to be found is what you’re saying right now.”

“EXACTLY, can we go? Can we? I wanna see him squirm like a little bitch baby when you turn up to confront him.”

“All you’ll see is my pathetic attempts to flirt with him because I don’t know how I’d be anything but pathetic around him I mean have you seen his hands? Do you remember the Hemsworth incident? Do you remember the Hemsworth incident, Robin?” The incident in question involving a low doorway and a concussion that left him delirious in the fantastic arms of the God of Thunder.

“Do I remember you acting like a drunk school girl with her first crush around a guy with biceps bigger than your head? Yes. Yes I do. It was hilarious and you gained a handsome Aussie as a life-long friend out of that pathetic display—"

“I was concussed.”

“Drunk school girl. That doesn’t mean you can’t manage to charm a little bitch from Indiana, we’re from Indiana, we have common ground, you can bond with him!”

“Oh, because being born within the same state makes for such a conversation starter… should we really go?” Would that be stupid? Would that be crossing a line? Would that be absolutely batshit insane?

“For true love—" and champagne in First-Class "I think we should.”

“…Fine.”

Part 3

#Steddie #PirateWrites #ficlet #I DONT EVEN HAVE A NAME FOR THIS ONE #but it's in demand apparently so here #take it #Stranger Things AU

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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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I saw your dialogue prompts and I can’t help but get serious Atsumu Miya vibes from #10. Like Atsumu seriously pinning for reader and reader just ignoring because Atsumu is a known smug playboy and they don’t trust him. And it’s just him not giving up and at one point he realizes he just needs to open up and be vulnerable instead of putting on this “cool hot guy” facade he has been doing to get attention.

My pronouns are she/her and I’m AFAB, so if it is a choice I’d personally prefer a fem reader, but I’m perfectly fine with a gender neutral reader, which ever you choose is perfect :3

❝maybe i wanna be more than just cool.❞ — atsumu miya x fem!reader

🗨️ dialogue prompt #10: "if you can't believe me, then i'll have to show you that i'm serious about you."

📸 photo creds: bakuxxplosion on pinterest !

✒️ word count: 929

🏐 genre: fluff.

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"hey... you're really pretty." he whispers in your ear, his voice dripping with smugness and confidence. he backs away from you a little to see your reaction, smiling to himself, instead of smirking; but you couldn't tell the difference, you were ignoring him completely. if he wanted a reaction, he got one, just not the one he wanted–you were backing away now, not even shifting your gaze up to meet his big, brown eyes, even for a second.

you were aware about the kind of reputation atsumu had, and dare you say he was definitely someone you wouldn't wanna give the time of day, let alone the satisfaction in getting your attention. it might have seemed rude on your part, but you didn't wanna take your chances and see if he was... actually serious in what he was saying. he sighed at your lack of a response, save for you backing away.

"what do i have to do... to get you to realize that i want you?" he asks you in a soft mumble his nose against your hair, his lips against your ear. you might have blushed a little at the feeling of him being in such close proximity to you, but you disregarded that fluttering in your chest; could just be the shock that coursed through your body when he approached you so abruptly. you remained quiet, much to his amusement. atsumu was not one to take no for an answer, but your silence was fueling him to take things up a notch. after all, unless you say anything close to a 'no' to his face, he'll keep pushing his luck, get you to warm up to him, just a little bit.

he chuckled and threaded the ends of your hair with his thumb and index finger, twirling it around his fingers with a lazy grin on his face. "you're hot when you're ignoring me." he muttered all softly. "ignore me more and i might just do something drastic." "...like what?" you finally squeak out in a soft voice. atsumu lives to hear you speak to him, though you seldom do to him outside of school, and whenever it's necessary. he smiled a little wider when you asked that, running his hand through your hair. "maybe like... finally ask you out on a date? and i don't mean asking you out all lamely and desperately like i'm sure other guys have done to you before... i mean like... i'll tell you everything you need to know, and then you'll decide if i'm not good enough for you." he utters in such a cryptic, yet straightforward, manner.

it confused you when he mentioned that last part, just what did you need to know? you crinkled your eyebrows up at him, and that made his heart skip a beat. "cute." he mumbled as he gently pressed on your nose, booping your nose by surprise. he chuckled at you scoffing at his little gesture, making him lean forward, even closer to you, and smirk all smugly. "y'know... if you were any other girl, i think i'd've won you over by now, just saying." oh he was hurting his chances already. "but..." he trailed off as he placed his hand on the top of your head, tousling it up a little. "...you're not just any girl. and you're so much of a new experience to me... i think i'm actually falling for you. what a shock, right?"

"i don't want you to know me as a cocky asshole who gets everything he wants... maybe i wanna be more than just cool–" he says as he scoots closer to you, his leg against yours, and his arm behind your back, nearly wrapping around your waist. "–i want to be yours. if you can't believe me, then i'll have to show you that i'm serious about you–and i'll do... whatever it takes, to show you that i love you."

you thought your ears and eyes were deceiving you when you finally turned around to see atsumu, his cheeks flushed and his nose a little red–his ears all pink as he looks down at your hands, thoughts of intertwining his hand with yours filled his mind, but he didn't find himself worthy of doing so until you decided that... you loved him, too. atsumu doesn't want you to like him back out of reluctance or pity, he swears he'll do everything he can to win you over.

you're the only warmth that melts his coolness away, and he wants to be worthy of being in your presence, he wants to every time you see him to be a moment ingrained in your memory as a good day, as a day you felt happiest–a day when you feel loved by this smug, snarky seeming–yet secretly lovesick–boy that was head over heels in love with you.

"...i really, really love you... and i wanna make you love me. so... give me a hard time if you want, i'm not giving up, because i love you, so, so much." he mumbles, his lips curving into a real, genuine smile that harbored no false impressions or masked up feelings or intentions; atsumu miya was smitten with you–and he'd do everything he can to prove it, even let his pride down and let you see the true him, the him that was so deeply taken in by all of you that he's acting out his wildest dreams right now with you: telling you how much he loves you while he's riding on the high of euphoria of loving you.

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cosmicdream222 · 9 months ago

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have you entered the void before?

I'm asking cause I've seen you post about it a bunch times with different methods to enter

Also, thank you for introducing me to the phase method! I'm using it and another method (one I created) to enter

Hey! Glad to hear the Phase has been helpful for you! Happy to answer your question, but it’s a bit more complicated than a yes/no answer and I’m feeling rambly today so you’re gonna get a whole backstory on how this blog came to be 😂

Backstory about me & this blog

I’d been in the personal development manifestation community since around 2016, and it was my life for a long time. But the kind of manifesting these people taught was basically like… wake up at 5am, work out, journal, meditate, shadow work, tarot cards, affirmations, cold showers, start a business, post no less than 10 times a day across your 5+ social media channels, and maybe if you hustle hard enough and cleared enough past life karma and Mercury isn’t retrograde, then the universe might grant your wishes... (if you don’t die of exhaustion first. 😅)

It really was a mess and realize now despite the facade of positive thinking and good vibes, the whole community really just keeps themselves identifying with lack & victim mentality so the coaches at the top profit off everyone else’s misery.

I believed in manifesting and had faith I would achieve my goals, but despite years of trying a million different things, only saw small or short-term successes and never seemed to get anywhere. I was feeling pretty burnt out and miserable, so summer 2023 I decided to stop trying so hard and just spend some time focused on myself and what I wanted. I went back to the two methods that I’ve always loved and had success with: affirmations and tapping.

I tapped every day and started making affirmation art and lockscreen wallpaper for fun. I posted the affirmations on Pinterest, which eventually lead me to finding affirmations pinned from tumblr. I think it was a screenshot from blushydior I saw at first, but her blog was deactivated by then. So I started stumbling around tumblr (around Aug-Sept 2023 at this point), where I eventually came across loa, the void, and shifting.

I was surprised because despite my extreme research into all things personal development & spiritual, I’d never heard of it. Although I’d read about quantum physics and more supernatural things, every coach/teacher had major limits. “Manifesting” only meant getting logical earth things like making 6 figures in your business through hard work and hustle so you can afford to travel and buy luxury cars & Chanel bags. Stuff like changing the past, waking up with all your desires, etc was absolutely impossible and not even talked about except “you can’t change the past”.

So having only heard about these incredible overnight life-changing manifestations from tumblr, I was skeptical and wanted more information. I basically started this blog to collect information from outside tumblr to prove it to myself and share with others. Which of course sent me down a rabbit hole of research and overconsumption and overcomplicating the void 😅

I did get kinda obsessed and throw myself into trying every shifting & void method I saw right away, which just left me frustrated with “failed” attempts. But I see now I was just repeating the same victim mentality from the old community - that everything had to be hard and a struggle, that I was a victim of circumstance and limited by a higher power. (This is also a really commonly held limiting belief in religion and society in general that affects many people.)

It took me more than a few months to realize, but I’m finally switching my default programming to that of a creator instead of a victim. Because I don’t want to be obsessed and put the void on a pedestal, I’m currently just working on my self concept that I am in control of my reality and can manifest whatever I want - with or without the void. I still do want to experience it of course, just want to make sure I’m going at it with a healthy mindset.

However!

About a week or two ago I read someone’s void success story that triggered a memory from many years ago: I realized I actually did wake up in the void and manifested something, long before I even knew what manifesting or the void was 😭 Because I’d always believed in supernatural things, I thought I had a “psychic dream” but now I know it was the void! (If anyone wants storytime I can make another post with more detail).

And since at the time, I entered without even knowing about the void’s existence, I realize we here or tumblr really do overcomplicate it. Like the video I posted where the void is described as the midway point between wake and sleep - it really is that simple!

I’ve noticed now that whenever I wake up naturally (not getting woken up by an alarm, outside noise, or cat jumping on me) I do always seem to wake up in the void. It’s the same kind of experience, and I don’t hear anything, but my first natural instinct when I wake up is to wonder where the sounds of my environment are. So I end up tuning in to my room and snapping out of the void.

I guess I just have to train myself to make my first thought an affirmation for my desires instead of just wondering where the sounds are 😅 But regardless, now I know it’s absolutely real and possible for me, I know it’s only a matter of time until I figure it out!

#manifesting #about moi #void state

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fawntarot999 · 2 years ago

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What is your new 2023 aesthetic? 💁‍♀️👑💄

Close your eyes and take a deep breath, then pick a pile 🔮 don’t think too much 💋

Decks ~ Mystic Mondays Tarot, Fyodor Pavlov Tarot, The Herbiary Oracle, Rider-Waite Tarot, Rebel Deck Oracle, Tarot of the Cat People

Pictures are from Pinterest, I do not own them

Pile I ~ Jackie

King of Cups, 2 of Wands rx, 8 of Pentacles, 3 of Swords, 7 of Pentacles, Rose, Fool rx, Tower rx, Fucking Apologize, Blank

Hahahaha, okay Jackie you got hurt and now your coming back with a vengeance, huh? It’s real though. It’s not a fake bad bitch energy, it’s an actual prosperity energy. Let’s think Megan Fox aesthetic. 2023 is the year in which you should begin to pursue your creative desires more passionately and in more of a business sense. Stop planning and thinking so much and go get it because the energy is there to turn your emotions into art into money. You were deeply hurt last year. Heartbroken. Some of you were cheated on. This year is your restart. This is the year you’re done playing a fool and waiting for more bad events to happen. It’s the year you start over and learn how to crack open and be beautifully in sync with your emotions. Your challenge this year is forgiving yourself and practicing self care. Forgive yourself and apologize to everyone you’ve wronged. You’re literally being given a blank slate (your last card is blank) and all I hear in my head is “the rest is unwrittennnn”. Single, making money, being creative, bad bitch energy, reds, pinks, oranges, THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER THIS YEAR!

Spirit Shuffle ~ Both Sides of the Moon by Celeste, WYTYNM by Miles Monaco, Junie by Solange, 6000 degrees by $hyfromdatre, my strange addiction by Billie Eilish

Pile II ~ Skate

Queen of Swords, Lovers, Justice, Chickweed, Tulsi, Justice, Knight of Swords, Don’t Fucking Force It, Temperance, Page of Pentacles

Damn, Skate, ain’t shit slidin by you this year. You’re calling bitches out left, right, and center. This is that “don’t lie to me, I’ll know” energy. Some of you might be feeling emotionally detached as well. I’m seeing an alignment of many things here: being brutally honest and just with others, discovering your own self worth, and this cute little academia bookworm vibe that would be so cute on you this year. I keep seeing the cover of Khalid’s first album as like an aura or energy for you guys this year. I’m seeing a lot of you might be in school or even law school this year. Some of you might be getting a divorce. This is a good fresh energy for that and it feels very positive. This year feels like a “that girl” energy: focused on school or learning, truth, and reading of some kind, and really discovering what it means to have a self love relationship with yourself. The only thing is sometimes you have a tendency to force things or move too quickly. This year is about learning how to let life flow naturally, let things come to you, practice the law of attraction, and find abundance from a place of calm. I’m so excited for you, Skate. This year you will learn how sacred you are.

Spirit Shuffle ~ Sick Shit by Together Pangea, I’m That Type of N**** by The Pharcyde, Brain Soup by Nasty Cherry, Sugar Honey Iced Tea (S.H.I.T.) by Princess Nokia, THERAPY! by Lauren Sanderson

Pile III ~ Cig

Justice rx, 5 of Pentacles rx, Quaking Aspen, Daisy, 2 of Swords, You’re The Shit, Drop The Fucking Ego rx, Empress rx, Rejuvenation (Judgement)

This year you are coming into yourself, Cig. This is your “don’t fuck with me” year. You’re upsetting the scales this year, Cig, and you don’t care anymore who’s mad about it. You’ve been rejected and neglected and had love withheld from you. You’re over that shit. This is some powerful energy and it’s giving “I don’t care what you think about me anymore”. You are learning how to be yourself. You have been the peacekeeper for too long. You’ve been making compromises for others for too long. It’s always a choice between being who you really are and receiving love and resources. You are learning that you SHOULD have an ego because guess what, you’re the fucking shit, Cig. You are learning to integrate the masculine side of you. This could be finding your voice and speaking out, exploring gender and sexuality, or finally feeling enough autonomy to make choices for yourself. When you can employ this masculine side of you, you will feel truly expressed, fulfilled, and reborn. I thought this reading was gonna be light but I think this year is gonna be really transformative for you, Cig. And it will happen through your own choices and agency. You are already perfect 🪷

Spirit Shuffle ~ cat scratch by Dua Saleh, No Effort by Princess Nokia, Recipe! by Jean Deaux, Moody! by Jean Deaux, fxck it then by Yaya Bey

#free tarot #pick a card #pick a pile #tarot reading #tarotcommunity #astrology #pick a picture #psychic #psychic readings

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e-dubbc11 · 1 year ago

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Songbird Pt. 2

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swear words, tears, mentions of PTSD and suicide, sex is mentioned

Word Count: 4.2k-ish

Summary: Continued from Part 1. Billy can’t stop thinking about you. His usual charm isn’t working so he tries a different approach and he starts to wear you down.

A/N: I will say, I’m having fun writing this little series. Like I mentioned in part 1, there is a playlist that goes along with it and the two songs I used in this part are Happy by Leona Lewis and Angel Standing By by Jewel. I highly encourage you to listen to that playlist. It’s linked in the masterlist for this series.

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

She was all you could think about on your way home last night, lying in bed, and the following day. Out of all the songs she sang last night, the one that struck you the most was Paint it, Black. You knew what the song was about…grief, depression, and loss of hope.

Those were three emotions you knew all too well so maybe she did too? Her performance was so raw and full of passion. It could have all been just for the audience, to give them a good show but there was more to it than that. There was more behind those beautiful eyes of hers.

She really did have beautiful eyes.

Eyes that locked on yours more than once last night although you could tell she didn’t want to but she couldn’t help it. The times you’ve seen her in the building, you pictured her underneath you, fucking her.

To hear her scream your name as you slammed hard into her over and over again crossed your mind on more than one occasion…actually it was every time you saw her.

She would have been just another notch on your belt which is what you were used to, you didn’t have feelings, or form attachments. That’s not what you wanted but she was different, so what changed?

Music did things to you that you couldn’t quite explain and you definitely did not want to admit, especially to a woman. In the group home, music was your escape. You could tune everything out and it made you forget about being alone even if it’s only for a little while.

To choose a song like that, there had to be reasoning behind it. Maybe it helped her through her grief or depression. You had the strongest urge to tell her these things even though you barely knew her.

Her words repeated harshly over and over again in your head. “You’re gonna have to try a little harder than that.”

She wasn’t like the others. All you had to do for most women was to open your mouth and say “hello” or smile at them. Their panties practically fell off all by themselves, you didn’t have to try at all. She was challenging, mysterious and sexy. You actually liked the fact that she didn’t let you get away with just a wink and a smile.

But you didn’t know what to do. How can you prove to her that you were interested in her and not just interested in her because you wanted to sleep with her? Trying to win her over was as difficult as trying to capture a smile in a bottle. She may not have said yes to your invitation for a date but she didn’t flat out tell you “no” either.

The way she pulled you in close by your hair, your bodies sharing the same space and her harsh whispers made you so hard. It was all you could do to NOT have a low moan fall from your lips as she whispered into your ear.

She did seem interested but impervious to your usual charm and charisma. You wanted to do something for her to show you were serious but what could you do? Flowers and candy seemed cliché and she’d see right through that.

She was performing again tonight at the same club, you would have to think of something before then.

You

It wasn’t that you didn’t find Billy Russo attractive, of course you did. You just didn’t like the playboy, manwhore vibe he gave off, which he obviously was. Out of all of those women he brought home, none of them brought anything to the table? They didn’t have things in common? He really would just fuck them and then tell them to leave.

But he walked in off of the street and into the club because he heard YOUR voice, with a date in tow, and ignored her so he could pay attention to YOU.

He was already making an effort to change that nickname.

There was something in front of your apartment door when you arrived back from your sound check for tonight. It was a beautiful cherry wood box with a note attached.

You brought it inside and set it down on your dining room table. Butterflies danced around in your stomach, somehow you knew it was from Billy without even opening the note.

The box looked and felt expensive, it had weight to it. Unfolding the note, a little smile stretched across your face. It WAS from Billy.

I couldn’t decide which kind to get for you so I just bought them all. There are six kinds in there that are supposed to be good for singers. I hope you like it. –Billy, The Penthouse Playboy

Unless he knew off the top of his head which kind of teas were best for singers, Billy had to either ask or look it up.

He was actually taking this seriously. But why? Was it because he actually liked you or was it because he wanted to see if he could get you into bed?

You opened the box. Inside, neatly arranged and separated by type, were six kinds of tea. Ginger, chamomile, licorice root, throat soother, green tea, and an immunity booster tea.

Well, you did tell him he was going to have to do better than relying on his charm. Billy certainly did better than you had expected him to. This was…a very thoughtful gift. But would he continue to try this hard?

Time will tell.

Billy

It was killing you not knowing if she liked her gift or not. You paced the room as your muscles stiffened worrying about it. You did all the research about which kind of teas were good for singers and you went to a specialty tea shop to get the best and freshest ones.

You could easily find ten women that wouldn’t make you work this hard at earning a date. But you didn’t want anyone else, you wanted to be the object of HER affection.

You found yourself periodically checking the stairs outside your penthouse to see if she was there, practicing. And desperately wanting her to be there so you could listen, wondering what she would be singing tonight.

When she practiced alone, there was something special about her voice being stripped down with no music, she could hear it but you couldn’t and you actually didn’t need to.

She sounded perfect without any music playing and you couldn’t wait to see her tonight.

You

The crowd was almost the same size as it was last night, give or take a few more because it was Saturday night, date night. There were quite a few couples out there as you scanned the audience from behind the curtain. He was at the same table as last night and he was alone. You were surprised he showed up again tonight.

Billy was dressed in a gray sweater and black jeans. One look at him and you could tell he was a confident man and used to getting what he wanted. He was a man used to having women crawl over themselves to get to him but not used to being second best which is why you decided to tease him a little and make him jealous.

Some of your regular groupies were front and center again tonight and again they brought you bouquets of flowers so you paid them a little extra attention tonight during a song called Happy.

I could stand by the side

And watch this life pass me by

So unhappy

But safe as could be

So what if it hurts me?

So what if I break down?

So what if this world just throws me off the edge

My feet run out of ground

I gotta find my place

I wanna hear my sound

Don't care about all the pain in front of me

I'm just tryna be happy

I just wanna be happy, yeah

Looking into your other admirers’ eyes as you sang, touching their hands, and gently brushing their shoulders as you walked by was driving Billy crazy. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him…flaring fury in his eyes as he took sips of his bourbon.

But you started to feel bad for teasing him like that but at least he knew what it was like to play second fiddle and Billy Russo did NOT like it at all.

Moving from table to table in the front row, you finally made your way over to your left where Billy’s table was to sing just for him.

Holding on tightly

Just can't let it go

Just trying to play my role

Slowly disappear, oh

But all these days

They feel like they're the same

Just different faces

Different names

Get me out of here

He handed you a single red rose that had been resting next to his drink and his eyes softened when he looked at you from the piercing stare they had been before. Holding the microphone away from your mouth for a split second, you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Thank you for the tea box, I love it.”

You held that rose for the rest of your show, and you didn’t mean to but you loved it. You loved that he didn’t buy you a massive bouquet of flowers like some of these other guys did, that’s not what you wanted. Between the tea box and the rose, it was getting harder and harder to resist his charms.

So what if it hurts me?

So what if I break down?

So what if this world just throws me off the edge?

My feet run out of ground

I gotta find my place

I wanna hear my sound

Don't care about all the pain in front of me

I just wanna be happy

It had been so long since you had been truly happy. Your set list wasn’t just a bunch of covers, they were a diary of songs that you needed at some point during the course of your life.

Some days you would listen to the same song over and over again because it was the only way you could feel better after having a bad day, a bad week, a bad month.

You didn’t know anything about Billy, but you could tell that hell was burning behind his deep dark eyes. A man like that definitely had a secret or two but so does everyone else.

Maybe you were almost done playing hardball with Billy Russo.

Billy

Over the next few weeks, you learned her schedule. You assigned people to tail her every day. She worked a regular 9-5 office job for an excellent contractor company, her favorite addition to her coffee was cinnamon, she spent time in her favorite bookstore every Wednesday, and she visited the cemetery every Thursday.

After some digging, you found out the grave she was visiting was her ex-boyfriend that killed himself after she broke up with him.

She probably blames herself so that would explain some of the songs in her setlist. You barely knew her and yet you were absolutely intrigued by her which has never happened before.

You didn’t develop feelings, but there was a reason you caught her singing in the stairwell that night. And since that night, you had eavesdropped on her a few more times and actually felt really bad for doing it.

She thought she was completely alone out there, vulnerable, and you were just on the other side of that door spying on her.

After a long day at work, you came home to a note under your door.

I’m going to be at the club tonight if you’d like to come. I can put your name on the list so you don’t have to pay the cover. Let me know. –Y/N

And it had her number on the bottom. It had been a number of weeks and you still didn’t have her number until now. It was almost 19:00, she was probably already there and more than likely she started at 21:00.

You quickly pulled out your phone to text her.

“I’d love to come see you tonight…and thank you for giving me your number.”

Almost as quickly as you sent her a text, another one came in right after.

“Who is this? How did you get this number?”

Very confused you started to type back but another message came in right behind it.

“I’m just kidding…I’ll see you soon, Billy”

A shy smile stretched across your face and you shook your head while looking at her text, you really were smitten with her.

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You

You hated to admit to yourself that you enjoyed seeing Billy in the front row on the nights you performed. He gave you a single red rose each time and he didn’t know that you saved each one, they hung upside down in front of your kitchen window.

Each time you looked at them, it was hard not to smile. You never saved any of the other flowers you received from admirers, you let the club keep them.

Now that he had your number, he would text during the day while the both of you were at work and he’d call when he got home at night.

It was nice just talking and joking with him and it almost made you forget about what a playboy he was, and he hadn’t even asked you to go out with him since that first night he watched you sing at the club.

You were…friends.

It had also been a long time since he had brought any woman home with him. You knew this because he would call at almost the exact same time every night and while he didn’t talk much, he loved to listen to you talk so he never stopped asking questions.

And any time you would ask him questions, he would divert back to you. The two of you would be on the phone until late in the evening hours.

He was so secretive or he just really didn’t want to talk about his past. There were things from your past that you didn’t really like talking about either…maybe you would eventually though.

After one particularly long winded story of yours, he surprised you with a question.

“So do you think I’ve earned that date yet, y/n?” He asked.

Biting down on your lower lip to keep from smiling, you answered him. “What did you have in mind, Billy?”

“What about coffee, on your way home from work tomorrow?” He asked, his voice was soft and smooth like warm honey.

Tomorrow was Wednesday. You always stop at your favorite bookstore on your way home from work on Wednesdays but they also have a café inside.

“Well I always stop at the bookstore on my way home on Wednesdays but they do have a café inside if you’d like to meet me there.” You said.

“I’d love to.” He said.

You were thankful that you were on the phone with him and not face to face because you felt the warmth rise to your cheeks and you started to blush.

“Ok, great. The place is called Shakespeare & Co. and the address is 2020 Broadway. I’ll see you tomorrow around 5:15. Don’t be late or I’m leavin’.” You joked.

“Oh I won’t be…I’ll see you tomorrow. G’night y/n.” He whispered.

“G’night Billy.” You replied.

Billy

Of course you knew the bookstore she was talking about, you knew it had a café inside which is why you asked her out for coffee on a Wednesday.

There were a lot of things you wanted to tell her like how you had her followed, how you knew about her ex, and how you discovered her favorite singing spot in the building but you were afraid of her reaction. You were afraid she would be angry and she’d never want to see or speak to you again.

The last thing you wanted to do was lie to her. For the first time in probably your entire life, you actually cared about someone, someone other than yourself. You did things for her that you never did for any other woman. You catered to her, went out of your way to give her a gift that you knew she’d really like, and paid attention to her.

And in return, she made you laugh which was difficult to do, she never wanted anything from you, and she made you feel like you were the only person in the room when she sang.

But she needed to know the truth even if it meant she would be angry.

17:15…you arrived right on time and found her sitting with a book in hand at a table with two coffees. She had on a black sweater, soft waves in her hair and she looked absolutely beautiful.

“I’m not late, am I?” You asked.

A smile stretched across her face and showed off the little laugh lines by her eyes.

“No, no…you’re right on time, Mr. Russo. Now you can tell me if I got your coffee order wrong but you strike me as a black coffee drinker, possibly with one sugar which is why I left the sugar packet next to the cup…just in case.” She said.

You flashed her a slight smile. “I do like it with one sugar, gotta be at least a little sweet, right?” You said.

“You have a sweet tooth…noted.” She said with a warm smile, motioning like she made a check mark on a piece of paper.

She asked you how your day was. It was a small gesture but you really loved that about her, she always asked about your day and you asked about hers. You asked her about the book she was reading and about the pile of books on the table that she was going to buy.

You loved to read too, books were really all you had on deployment, and told her that one of the reasons you chose the apartment you did was because it had a library.

After making small talk for awhile, you felt it was time to confess.

“Y/n? Part of the reason I asked you out for coffee today was because I knew you were coming here anyway. I know you come here every Wednesday.” You told her.

The line of her mouth tightened, she was clearly uncomfortable.

“H-how do you know that, Billy?” She choked out.

“Because I put a tail on you. I wanted to find out more about you since I didn’t know anything and—“ You said.

She interrupted you. “Wait…what? You had me FOLLOWED?!” She said with disdain dripping from her voice.

“I did but let me explain.” You said.

She narrowed her eyes. “What else do you know?!” She asked.

You responded. “Well, I know you like to add cinnamon to your coffee, I know you come here every Wednesday and I know that every Thursday you—“

You stopped short, trying to finish the sentence but you couldn’t do it.

She had tears in her eyes, they were sad and angry at the same time. “You know I visit Corey every Thursday, don’t you. Just say it.” She said.

“I know you visit Corey every Thursday.” You said, trying to match your anger with hers. You really had no right to be angry but she could have told you.

All of those late night conversations and not one mention of him, but there were plenty of things you haven’t told her yet. You knew it wasn’t really fair to be cross with her.

She pushed herself away from the table and grabbed her coat. She left her coffee and the pile of books on the table and walked out.

“Fuck.” You muttered to yourself as you watched her walk away from you, without turning back.

You

How could he invade your privacy like that?! If he wanted to know more about you, he could have just asked. He didn’t have to have you followed, you were more hurt than anything, and couldn’t stop the tears from streaking down your cheeks on your walk home.

You could have told him about Corey, it’s not like you didn’t have ample opportunity with all of your late night conversations. But it was still really hard to talk about even though it had been a long time since he passed and you still felt like you were to blame.

It was your fault, you broke up with him and broke his heart, but Corey was also a soldier with PTSD, like Billy. He carried a lot of guilt and pain that had nothing to do with you and you felt like he needed help but it wasn’t fair to either one of you to continue with a relationship that was unstable.

The guilt still consumed you, it gave you nightmares and you didn’t tell Billy any of that. It felt like you were probably both to blame for the mess you were in at the moment.

You had a gig at the club coming up in a few days and had been practicing a new song with the band but you hadn’t really tried it by yourself. It was mostly vocals and very little instrumentation so your vocals had to be on point. You decided to practice the song tonight.

Waiting in the stairwell until Billy got back made you extremely nervous. You were half expecting him to get off the elevator with another woman that he just happened to pick up on the way home but you were surprised to see that he got off the elevator alone with a dejected look on his face and you noticed he had the books in his hands that you had planned on buying before abruptly leaving like you did.

Feeling a sharp pain in your chest at the sight of those books, your heart swelled and a gasp escaped your lips. You couldn’t believe he bought them for you.

Instead of practicing, you thought about knocking on his door and apologizing for storming out. You didn’t approve of what he did but maybe you did understand why he did it. You decided to practice first and apologize after.

All through the night,

I'll be watching over you

And All through the night,

I'll be standing over you

And through the bad dreams,

I'll be right there baby,

Telling you everything is gonna be alright

And when you cry,

I'll be there baby

Telling you you're never nothing

Less than beautiful

So don't you worry,

I'm your Angel standing by.

You burst into tears after you were finished, there were so many emotions you were feeling about Billy, about Corey, and thinking about how all you wanted was to be happy again. Billy made you happy, you had been smiling a lot more and it was because of him.

Suddenly you heard a gentle knock on the glass and you turned slightly to see him staring fondly at you, his liquid brown eyes told you he was sorry and you turned the handle to open the door for him.

“That was beautiful.” He said. “I also know you come out here to practice sometimes.”

You tried to smile but all you could do was crash into him and sob into his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you and just let you cry.

“It’s all my fault, Billy! He’s dead because of me!” You sobbed uncontrollably.

Through your tears, you managed to tell Billy about your relationship with Corey and told him everything that wasn’t in the newspaper. And he just sat with you on the top step, holding you, stroking your hair and he listened. He listened as you told him everything.

He spoke softly. “Listen to me, y/n. Look at me.”

You lifted your head that was resting under his arm to look at him.

“What happened to Corey was NOT your fault. You gotta stop blaming yourself for it because it’s not your fault. I’m gonna keep telling you that until you believe me.” He said. “I’m sorry for having you followed and I’m sorry for eavesdropping when you practice here, I just…I just love listening to you sing.” And he gently brushed the tears off of your cheeks.

Tears still pricked your eyes as you bit down on your lower lip before asking “You do?”

“Of course I do…you think I come to the club just to drink? They don’t even have GOOD bourbon.” He said.

You chuckled a little through your tears and composed yourself long enough to tell him “I think you might have earned the right to a new nickname tonight, Mr. Russo, although I haven’t decided what it’s going to be quite yet.” You said with a warm smile.

You could feel a smile stretch across Billy’s face as he gently pressed his lips against your forehead.

He pulled away to gaze at you as he said “Well I can’t wait to hear what is, my little songbird.”

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prestonfm · 25 days ago

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⊹₊⟡⋆ nuno gallego + he/him ⊹₊⟡⋆ blasting i am a god by kanye west through their airpods is preston pruitt. oh , you don’t know them ? they’re the 23 year old ceo who just went viral for dumping a lukewarm cup of coffee on an intern (allegedly!!!). yup , the one that drives a rolls royce phantom . i hear they’re pretty diligent, but others have claimed that they’re quite volatile. that makes sense , considering they’re often labeled as the green-eyed monster.

stats:

full name: preston reginald pruitt

nicknames: prefers preston or mr. pruitt, will probably be snippy about it if anyone he's not especially close to tries anything else with him

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual, biromantic

age: 23

date of birth: june 10th, 2001

zodiac sign: gemini

height: 5'8"

occupation: nepo baby ceo of pruitt yacht sales

interests: interior design, mixology, watching old game shows (a pastime shared with his favorite nanny growing up), perfectly tailored suits, getting his way

visual inspo:

pinterest board: https://www.pinterest.com/aron_piper/oc-preston/ home: the styling of his mansion is very much this kind of vibe (i'm not too sure on exactly what the homes they live in here look like, but the decorating of his would be very similar to this) office: similar sort of look to the styling of his home, something along these lines. as mentioned above, he has an affinity for interior design, and would have worked closely with a decorator to get everything to his standards - regardless of the cost.

resembles:

scar (lion king), patrick bateman (american psycho), regina george (mean girls), hunter clarington (glee), dennis reynolds (it’s always sunny in philadelphia), light yagami (death note), sebastian valmont (cruel intentions), stewie griffin (family guy), plankton (spongebob), tashi duncan (challengers), lucille bluth (arrested development)

mini bio: tw - drug addiction of a family member

for as long as he can remember, preston has lived in the shadow of his older brother, playing second fiddle to a man, who, in his opinion, was totally incompetent, too focused on the dollar bill at the end of his nose to properly run the prestigious corporation that is pruitt yacht sales. despite it not being his birthright, preston believed he was the one destined to take over, going so far as to graduate from yale with a business degree to make sure he’d be ready – as well as sabotaging his brother’s newfound sobriety the night before his father was due to announce who would be taking over the company post his upcoming retirement. finally, he’s at the top, where he belongs, in charge of a multimillion dollar company, with little care for who he had to step on to get there.

family:

ward pruitt (father)

sabine pruitt (mother)

pierce pruitt (older brother, age 29)

peter pruitt (younger brother, age 17)

paisley pruitt (younger sister, age 16)

wanted connections:

older brother (m) - they've never been particularly close, but i'm assuming things would have only gotten worse after preston stole his ceo title (regardless of whether or not the brother actually knows the reasoning behind it yet)

ride or die (m/f/nb) - best friend, lowkey would love a sebastian/kathryn from cruel intentions kind of vibe (fully platonic or otherwise) but definitely open to other dynamics for sure!

frat brother (m) - he went to yale university; i don't have any sort of specific/actually existing fraternity in mind, it would just be a fictional one, definitely snobby, old money, legacy vibes (ik the odds of another muse already in play here having also attended yale/at the same time as preston/& could be in the same frat as him are pretty low so i'll most likely be sending a wanted connection into the main for this one, but just in case anyone was already thinking about bringing in another muse or hasn't fully fleshed out your character's educational backstory just yet, i figured i'd put this here!)

& friends with benefits, hookups (as in, fwb without the friendship), friends in general, family friends, exes, cousins, gym buddies, clients (those he's done business with in the past / potentially an influencer who has some sort of ongoing deal with the company?), next-door neighbor, rivals, enemies, ex-friends, one night-stand gone wrong, unknown half-sibling, younger siblings (down for changing their ages to make them work as playable muses here!), - all pretty self explanatory, and all open to muses of any gender ! i'm also more than down for filling any connections you guys are seeking / stuff not listed here !

taken connections:

everett finch - frenemies with benefits

imara gill - unlikely friends/drinking buddies

noa barclay - ride or die

sebastian guerra - one-sided (preston's side) rivalry

victoire grimaldi - fake friendship (preston feigns warmth towards her out of fear of pissing off a member of royalty)

wesley levine - ex-friend/one night stand gone wrong

zaire solace - preston takes advantage of his generosity and uses him as a makeshift personal assistant

#vigilante.intro

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next-autopsy · 1 year ago

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A/N: Well, hi there! Okay so Joe needs to apologise asap! This is his attempt I guess… idk what’s happening anymore man

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: I don’t think there are any…

Tags: @malarkgirlypop, @panzershrike-pretz

Made of Glass

Chapter nineteen: An Itchy, Army Issued Blanket

Their barracks were dark and quiet when the ladies returned. Charlotte was all but dragged to her bed by Connie and Betty, who then immediately started getting ready to pass out on their own cots.

Lucy and Blythe were inseparable, snuggling together on a bed too small for the two of them, by now all the women had noticed the lovey dovey behaviour between them. No one said anything, no one minded.

Bernadette had spent the entire cab ride sniffling and wiping at her face where stray tears fell. No one had mentioned what had happened with Liebgott, though all of them witnessed it, except Charlotte who was in a world of her own and wouldn’t remember anything from this night.

She changed her clothes and brushed out her hair, too tired to walk to the bathroom and finish her nighttime ritual. Before Birdie could climb under the covers of her awaiting bed, Frankie made eye contact with her. She shook her half empty pack of smokes at the mousy haired girl and flicked her head toward the door, a silent invitation.

Bernadette sighed and joined the Italian woman outside. She might feel better if she spoke about what happened. She hadn’t quite figured out why his words got to her so badly, perhaps talking to Francesca could help. They sat on the wooden steps as they usually did. Rossi lit a cigarette and passed it to her friend, then lit her own.

Francesca wouldn’t push, of course she wanted to know exactly what was said and what tone was used, but she wanted to avoid more tears if possible. Seeing Birdie quietly crying and then trying to pretend everything was okay, upset her more than she cared to admit.

“I don’t know why I cried.” Her words were void of emotion. Frankie only hummed in response, waiting for her to share what was on her mind.

“He’s always been kind of mean. I thought he actually hated me…. But then something changed.” Frankie was more than curious, she thought back to the uncomfortable night she watched from the shadows. Rossi liked people watching, she picked up on hidden feelings or underlying vibes easily. Whatever had or hadn't happened between Birdie and Liebgott perplexed her. And apparently, she wasn’t the only one.

“Joe was really… I-I thought maybe, just maybe we could've been friends.”

“But?” Francesca prompted, eager to hear more of this odd dynamic.

“But, he thinks I'm the worst.” The words cracked as the downcast woman spoke them, her eyes focused on the floor, her shoulders sagged in defeat, even her bottom lip protruded in a pout.

“I’m sure that's not true…” The older woman consoled. Bernadette was sweet and witty and an oddly likeable person. Francesca had specifically tried not to make friends with anyone but Birdie managed to wiggle her way into her heart and now she couldn’t imagine not being friends with the little firecracker.

“No, it is. The words he used were: Arrogant, conceited bitch.” She didn’t even have one second to feel sorry for herself as Frankie instantly counter argued.

“Ha. You are the least arrogant, conceited person I've ever met. And you're definitely not a bitch.”

“Not according to him.” Now she was sulking, pouting and feeling sorry for herself. The attitude change was phenomenal. From Francesca’s perspective, Birdie had always been confident. Not overly but enough to tough it out with her self righteous Captain.

“Why do you care what he thinks of you?” Maybe Rossi would have to give the poor girl some hints, she obviously hasn't picked up on her own feelings for the man who bullied her. It would explain her need for his approval and why his comments affected her the way they did.

“I-” She couldn’t answer, she didn’t know how. Why did she care so much about what Joseph Liebgott thought of her? “Because, I- I don’t know.”

“I think I do.” She would have to tell the southern girl, it was her duty as best friend. She couldn’t let her go on like this, it was down right embarrassing.

“Enlighten me.”

“You like him.” The George company woman spoke plainly, no point sugarcoating it.

“What? No, you're way off, he’s so- But he’s- He is a pigheaded jerk. I-I don't like him.” Birdie spluttered, stumbling over her words and giving Frankie an incredulous look.

“Are you trying to convince me, or yourself? Either way, I don't think it's working.” She paused to let the words sink in, “Come on, you need some sleep.”

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Letting go of Birdie’s arm and watching her walk out the door, surrounded by her girlfriends, caused a pang in Joe’s chest.

He was at fault and he knew it. Joe didn’t mean the harsh words and he shouldn’t have said those things about her, whether she was listening or not. And now, he sat at the bar, gulping down whatever alcohol came his way.

“Liebgott?” No answer, he preferred to mope in peace. But Tipper wouldn’t sit by and watch his friend beat himself up over a girl, especially because he had money on the two getting together before they were deployed.

“She’ll come round.” Ed wasn’t really sure what else he could say to soothe the situation. But he had noticed the girl in question harboured feelings for his brooding friend, and he definitely knew Joe felt some type of way about Birdie.

The issue was getting them to recognise their own fondness of each other and stop messing up. It was like the pair were stuck in blatant denial, not even considering the reason why they were always so drawn to one another, constantly needing to make comments to gain the others attention. To Ed it was transparent, which is why he was so confident about the running bet in Easy company, Joe and Birdie; Will they? Won’t they?

“I think she hates me now.”

“What? She didn’t before?” Tip was trying to lighten the mood, but Joe wasn’t having it. He continued to feel sorry for himself, drinking yet another pale yellow beer.

“No… I don't know- she was, we were... It doesn’t matter now.” The alcohol was affecting him, he couldn’t think straight and his words came out as incoherent mumble.

“You should apologise.”

“You think I don't know that?” Joe’s snark was intact regardless of how much he drank.

“Hey, I’m just saying.” Ed paused, “If you made a meaningful gesture… something only known between you two…” He trailed off, letting Joe put the rest of the thought together in his mind.

“Yeah? Like what? In case you didn’t notice, we don't exactly have the best track record.” Liebgott was mad, not at his friend, just in general or at himself. His patience with Tipper’s chit chat was running thin.

“Well, what do you have?”

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While weekend passes were more common now than back in Toccoa, they were still highly sought after. Joe had a plan to smooth over the mishap with Bernadette and it meant spending a precious pass at the library reading, instead of getting shitfaced at a bar.

He prayed it would work, that Bernadette would forgive him and let his unkind words fade away. Joe had already decided on a place and time and now he needed to convince one of her friends to bring her to the spot. She probably wouldn’t meet him there if he asked, so he’d have to be sneaky.

Approaching Francesca Rossi was intimidating. She had a reputation of not taking shit from anyone and Joe had hurt seemingly her only friend. Plus, Birdie most likely told the Italian woman about his colossal fuck up, so he doubted she would be on his side.

“What do you want?” Her eyes narrowed at the man walking toward her.

“I was hoping you would help me with something.” Joe knew he had to be straightforward with the George company woman, put his cards on the table and hope for the best.

“Why?” She hadn’t stopped glaring.

“Look, I’ll be honest. I fucked up, with Birdie. I said some things I’d rather not repeat… And I’m just trying to apologise.”

“What do you need?” He hadn’t expected it to be that easy, so he stood still for a moment processing, before he explained his plan to her. It felt dumb to say it out loud, but when Rossi gave him a nod and a half smile, promising to do her part, he thought: maybe he was doing the right thing.

“One thing before you go…” Francesca called out to him as he turned to leave, he stopped and looked at the woman over her shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“You hurt her again…. I will kill you.” There was no hint of a joke in her tone, no curve of her lips. She meant it and she wanted him to know she would follow through. Birdie meant alot to her, she didn’t have many women friends so she would hold onto the southerner for the rest of her life, kill for her, die for her if necessary.

“I know you will.”

“Good.”

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The night came. Joe was nervous. He told himself it was due to all the facts he had to memorise and his anxiety was about messing up in front of an expert.

Something in the back of his head said her name and the idea of his nerves coming from his need to impress this specific woman ran through his brain. Maybe it was a little bit about Bernadette, but he couldn’t dwell on it too much. He had places to be and apologies to set up.

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Francesca was good at keeping secrets and hiding things. So when the time came, Birdie suspected nothing. Frankie told her friend she needed her help with something and led her outside and into the dark with no explanation. Birdie didn’t question it, Francesca wouldn’t steer her wrong, she trusted the woman with everything she had.

After a few minutes of walking, the two women came upon a clearing with an olive green, Army issued blanket laid down upon the grass. A gas lantern lit up the immediate area.

Just as Bernadette began to wonder what was going on, Liebgott came into view, stepping into the light that shone from the source on the floor. Birdie’s jaw hung, she looked between the man and her friend who had brought her here, feeling somewhat betrayed.

“Frankie? What the hell?” Were the words she finally managed to get out.

“You got two options, Birdie. Stay here and hear him out… or we walk away. I’ll punch him in the throat too, if you want.” All three of them considered the words carefully.

“Fair.” Joe shrugged, knowing he deserved it.

Francesca eyed the younger woman as she pondered her options. She knew the outcome, it was plain to see which one Birdie would go for, the look on her face said it all.

She was curious, Joe intrigued her beyond words and even though he had said some things that hurt Birdie, she still craved his attention, to be around him, to listen to whatever he was about to say.

Bernadette didn’t have to say it, she just gave Frankie a look and the black hair woman was on her way, not before shooting Liebgott a stern glare.

“I didn’t mean it.” Joe broke the silence that was growing between the two.

“But you still said it.” She couldn’t let him get away that easy.

“I know… I shouldn’t’ve. I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you.” Birdie had already decided she’d forgive him but she wanted to drag it out, see him sweat. She knew first hand how scary Frankie could be, the fact that he had talked her into this project of his was apology enough in her books.

“I am so sorry, Birdie.” His words were genuine, he truly was sorry. He would have said it a hundred more times if she wanted him too. His pride aside, he wanted her to know it. Talking about her like that was not something that would be repeated. Hurting her had hurt him, maybe Tipper was right, maybe his feelings for her ran deeper than he thought.

He wanted to be her friend of course, she was always so smiley and happy, it was easy to get along with her. Joe enjoyed his time around her, even before, when all the words they said to each other were dipped in sarcasm. He actually enjoyed the witty comebacks she came up with, he liked that she wouldn’t let anyone walk over her. She always had something to say and he found himself wanting to listen more and more as time went on.

“What’s that for?” Birdie nodded her head to the blanket, trying to steer away from acknowledging the apology.

“Huh? Oh..” Lieb looked behind him, “Come here, sit. I want to show you something.” He sat and patted the empty space next to him. Birdie followed instruction and lowered herself onto the itchy blanket.

Joe leaned back, propping himself up with one arm and pointing skyward with the other. Birdie copied his stance, turning her chin up and watching where he pointed to.

“See that? That’s the Little Dipper-“ Birdie’s attention was pulled from the stars above them and to the guy casually dropping constellation names.

“Wait… it actually is… how did you know that?” She imagined Joe, head in a book, studying star clusters so he would have something to talk to her about and it made her stomach flip. Had he really done something like that for her? She was vaguely aware that he didn’t care for studying or reading novels, so if he had done that it was solely for her benefit.

Lieb let his arm drop, turning his head to face her. The eye contact made Birdie want to twirl a strand of hair with her fingers and giggle like a schoolgirl- Damn, maybe Francesca had been right about her liking Joseph Liebgott.

“Magic.” His face was stoic and serious as he whispered the word to her, like it was a secret. Then, his infamous smirk broke onto his face and Bernadette couldn’t help but grin back at him, the butterflies in her tummy were going crazy, but she tried to play it cool.

“Ah okay. I see: This is your apology? Impressing me with your new found knowledge of the stars?” Said with feigned disinterest. Joe hadn’t stopped watching her, her mannerisms were endearing. Yes, he definitely wanted to be friends with this girl.

“It depends.” He broke eye contact, attempting to give his heart a moment to catch up.

“On what?” The country woman had completely forgotten about the twinkly lights above them, something else was far more interesting at this moment.

“Is it impressing you?”

It most definitely was. Joe pointed out several well known constellations and even gave a couple backstories. Birdie already knew everything he was telling her but she humoured him and listened with interest at the tales he told her.

At one point the two lay down for a better view of the starry black sky. Their arms brushed up against one another and neither attempted to move away. They ignored the shared touch, pretending it wasn’t happening but the pair could feel exactly where their bodies met and they revealed in the warmth.

A/N: does his apology suffice? I think stargazing is going to be a Birdie/Lieb thing from now on.

I love hearing from you guys, so please feel free to comment or dm me!

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter twenty

#band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #joe liebgott #made of glass #band of brothers fanfic #fem oc #oc #next autopsy #made of glass chapter nineteen #ed tipper

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silvershiningtarot · 2 years ago

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🍒PAC 18+ - What Will Your Crush Want Tell You Before Asking You Out?

🌟take a second to breathe, don’t look at pictures because they are pretty and I got these are on Pinterest. All Free readings are closed. Remember this is general readings take what resonate and take what doesn’t. Reblog and comment on what you like about this reading. 🌺ENJOY IT!!

💓Pile 1: Your crush will say to you, you are their Twin Flames 🔥, they’ll say it’s worth it being with them and give it a chance. It’s tough but it is worth it. Probably something is going on with your Twin flame for some of you. They’ll have a secret account that nobody knows about. I sense a little butterflies in my stomach. They like you a lot. So I see them being hella nervous regardless of the label Twin Flame, Soulmate doesn’t matter they fuck with you. But that is exactly what they would say to you. Twin Flames. They would say that you should pause for a second before making any decision and think about what you are doing? So maybe they’ll ask you out, before they do they would want you to pause for a moment and think about it. So I see them just so giggly with you. This giving me puppy love vibes.. they’ll say that we are forever ♾️, love yourself first and always choose you. They’ll say that they feel stupid and whatever you assume about them, they’ll say that you're wrong. I can see them getting mad about it!! Like YOU’RE WRONG!! But also they’ll say that this is too intense, I can hear them heavily, maybe I’ll do a little message from them because they would wanna talk to you. But they’ll tell you that they love you. I love you 😘. Imma say little messages from them.

💓“Hello, Uhm I’m little bit nervous. I hope it's not too late to ask you out on a date? I just saw you standing there and the way you smile, just lit up my heart. I wanted to say you are something special and I’ll never forget that beautiful face of yours. I love the way you dress, talk, laugh and just everything, I would go into more details but I didn’t wanna take up your time. If that's okay with you my love. I can’t stop smiling and laughing when I’m next to you, please forgive me for being so nervous. You make me nervous, not your fault because you are just so beautiful. So I was wondering will you go out with me? If only you want to. I just wanted to say this since the moment I saw you, I felt this strong connection with you. I don’t know if we are soulmate or just meant to be together but you are my forever ♾️ maybe if we don’t last long enough, I will always remember this day. So again I’m sorry for taking up your time but Will you go out with me? You don’t have to answer right now but just think about it, I’ll be waiting for your response, don't worry I’ll be here waiting to hold your hand.”

Woah 🤯 I’m sorry that was truly intense what your crush have to tell to you. I mean they came out shooting with the message. Omg it’s like they want to tell you more, but they gotta calm down truly!! They crushing on you heavily!! 💓💓💓💓 oh I just heard them saying they wanna tell you more. So here is some more

💋“May I continue my life with you, Can I walk you home? Please I wanna spend enough time holding your hand, talk to me about your day or our future together. I’m so excited to see it happen with you. You're my dream come true, the girl I’ve been dreaming about. I hope I ain’t freaking you out, am I? I wanna keep you safe and take care of you and love you, oh snap I’m sorry did I say I love you.. well fuck it I love you, I ain’t ashamed tell you that. So be my girl, I don’t want to rush you but I wanna be with you. If you are with me, I’ll be the best version of me that I can be with you forever. I wanna make you happy forever no matter what. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Do you? Whatever you go through I go through. I’m sorry babbling I just can’t stop, I swear you make me so nervous. All I ask is for your permission, May I kiss you? If that's okay with you, just want to make you as comfortable as possible.”

Pile 2: Oh my Lord with the messages your crush wants to tell you pile 2. Accept this one coming off a bit of a roughneck!! Here’s there message to you, if they comes off bit like dickhead then this might be your crush some of you.🌸🌸

🌸“Hey Cutie, I know you feel like I’m immature as fuck. You have every right to feel how you feel, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna lie to you but I wanted to smash the moment I saw you. Excuse me for being who I am but I want us to stay together forever. Ha I love the way you smile and laugh, you make me laugh. Sorry I come off aggressive but I don’t play no games and you just so damn gorgeous, anybody else didn’t see you come on through that door, because I sure hell did. You fucking magnificent because you pull me close to you insanely. The moment I saw it, I fell hard for you. I know it's gonna sound corny as hell but you're my little pixie girl, Can you sprinkle some of that pixie dust on me, because damn! You are so beautiful and small. No wonder no one couldn’t see, look how little you are but that’s okay big guy is right here anyone fuck with you because I got you. So tell me your name, so we can kiss under the stars. Sorry if I’m being too pushy but when I saw you, I just thought that me and you make a great couple together. So tell me, What do you see when you look at me? How do I make you feel? I know how you make me feel and you definitely don’t want to know how I feel when I look at you, just so goddamn gorgeous. Sorry for the ring rounds, just wanted to say Will you go out with me? I feel so simping with you or sort of crushing on you heavily. I don’t feel shy when I’m next to you talking to you right now. I feel like a King next to you. I can fuck the world up next to you. If you want fuck shit up we can if you want too. Don’t worry sweetheart, I won’t let no one harm you or even step close to you. So I’ll give you time to think about my question for a minute. If you can. I’m begging 🥺 I don’t beg for anything but only for you I will.”

No wonder I sense kind of dickhead vibe from this crush of yours. But they seems so honest and blunt! They ain’t shy when they are next you and I think that for some of you. They’ve been doing some readings about you. Obviously they ain’t done with their message.

🍀“Oh, wait a minute before I leave you alone, even though don’t leave me alone. I just wanted to say that i am so lucky 🍀 to go out someone like you, you are a like diamond that is hard to fine. That for damn sure I won’t let anyone touch or even talk to you, I know I sound very stupid or clingy or possessive but I don’t give a fuck! You just make me feel so much better. If you don’t mind I’m listening to a song In my head by Ne-Yo you make me better. Can it be that song for us? Or you wanna pick something else, I frankly don’t give a shit as long that smile stays on that face of yours. My queen, you are everything to me. I know I’m talking too much, I would rather take up your time because it is with me. You are important to me. So will you go out with me? Geez 😒 I know you getting annoying with me I just want you laugh with me and I see us together just to together. I don’t know if you want to be with me forever, which I hope that you do. Oh just wanna say that Do you smoke? Like a weed because I’ll light one up. We can get high together.”

Pile3: It seems like with them, they are fedUp. I don’t know, maybe your crush is mad about something but it seems to me that they get tired of you pushing away from them. Ooh Noo I can hear their message right now, they seem a bit irritated about it. So here’s their message to you.

😒”I sense a different type vibe over here between us, what’s wrong with you? Did I do something to make you uncomfortable or upset at me? Can you talk to me? If you push away I’m going to keep pulling you towards me. I won’t give up on you. There’s a lot of things I wanna say to you, but I wanna say this to you. Did you eat today? Was your day good? If it wasn’t then let me help you out with that day. Because when you turn away it hurts my feelings, I hate when you turn away from me. I just wanna tell you that I see you sweetheart. Do you see me? If I’m giving you a hard time, then just tell me. I wanna be the ear that you need and want. We can talk about all things you don’t like about me or yourself or relationships or whatever the case maybe just let me in. Do you like flowers 💐? I bought you some flowers 🌸 I hope that brighten your day because it did with me. I know I sound like a nerd or dork person but with you I feel so perfect, I don’t feel bad about it. So I was wondering maybe just maybe.. Will you go out with me? Can I be honest with you? I really wanna kiss you so badly, it's like I wanna lose my patience with you but I can’t. I’m respecting your space if that makes you happy. I wrote this poem to you, Can I read to you? Roses are red, violets are blue, you are the one that made my dreams come true. I know that sounded weird and corny but I wrote it just for you. Don’t cry, you're going to make me cry, you deserve this beautiful poem I made for you. It’s for you. I want you to keep it forever. Even 50 years from now, I want you to have it. Let it be our last. I feel like you're my soulmate, or whatever I feel for you it’s real. Not only is it real but it has been so long since I’ve been able to feel it again. I felt so numb for a long time, until I saw your face again and your eyes just sparked at me and I just couldn’t help myself anymore. I just wanted to come up to you and say, " Will you go out with me?.”

That’s exactly what your crush tell you or say to you. It seems like they have more to say to you.

❤️“Sorry I haven't finished what I was saying to you, am I rushing you? I hope I wasn’t rushing you because I don’t know it all seems so fast to me, I want you to meet my friends and family. I know they’ll love you dearly. Shoot they love you even now because they are with me and you're with me. Even if just for a moment you're with me standing here while I’m looking at you in the face. Telling you that you will go on one date with me. If you don’t like fancy restaurants we can go wherever you want to go. It can be at a fast food place that makes you happy. But I just want to say that you make my day everyday. Can I have a kiss on a cheek, just one kiss 💋 the rest is for later on our date night. Don’t have to make a decision even though I would want you to but take your time sweet face. You're my dream girl, I hope I’m your dream guy. I wanna wake up next to you in my arms, I wanna hug you until you fall back asleep again In my arms. I’m a cuddle, I love to cuddle . Is that alright with you? My love, can I call you my dream girl? Or should I say my queen. You are my best friend, my best side of me. If that makes sense to you. Haha 😂 making you laugh, makes me laugh 😂. Let's sit together so we can watch the sunset together. I wanna sweep you off your feet. No more getting mad 😠, if you are mad tell me about it even if it at me. I don’t care let’s fight about it, let’s just get it out of our system together. So we can share this moment together.”

💋Comment and Reblog this post. I’ve made for you guys and I hope that you enjoy it! Your crush just want to tell you how they feel about you before asking you out. This how they feel towards 💋💋💋💋💋💋

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trans-spidey · 2 years ago

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Is it purely platonic to call me like, every night?

Summary: Mulder has a nightmare and calls Scully in the middle of the night for help.

Wordcount: 770

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A/N: 'sup! this is my first fic in this fandom and therefore it might not be brilliant yet but practice and all that I was rewatching s1 while writing so this may kinda have s1 vibes/be influenced by that yes the title is from a conan grey song but i just saw it on pinterest and the line reminded me of them

Her phone was ringing.

Her phone was ringing and she was going to kill him.

Scully moved her head slightly, fumbling for her phone before bringing it to her ear, “I’m going to kill you.” She hadn’t even found the motivation to open her eyes yet, but she knew she was going to kill him. A small laugh came from him on the other side of the phone, a little crackly but him all the same.

“I mean it Mulder, if this is an x-file, at—” She paused, finally cracking her eyes open to see her clock, red numbers staring her in the face, 2:47 almost burning her eyes in the inky blackness of her bedroom, “at quarter-to-three in the morning, then I’m going to kill you even more.”

“It isn’t an x-file,” He promised, pausing with a small yawn that she almost recognized from cases. It was the little suppressed yawn, where he didn’t want to reveal how tired he truly was, where he only wanted to keep talking to her about anything in particular, rather than falling asleep.

“Mulder, we have work in about five hours. Is there any way this can wait until we’re in the office?” She rubbed her eyes, letting them fall shut again after a moment. She knew he wouldn’t be talking about anything too important or work-related, or that if it was, he’d bring it up again once they were in the office.

There was a pause almost long enough where if it was any other person she’d assume they’d fallen back asleep, however this was Mulder. “Yeah, we can talk tomorrow.” Scully could hear a small smile in his voice, she could hear the odd shift in his voice.

The pause lasted longer this time, neither of them hung up, even though a sense of finality seemed to come with Mulder’s words.

“What’s going on?” Her voice stayed simple and quiet. Every night since she’d gotten home he’d found some reason to call her, some reason to show up at his apartment. She hadn’t brought it up—neither of them had—she’d assumed it would settle and she found no need for the awkward conversation if there was no point to it.

However now it was almost 3am again, and she was so close to dozing again, lay sideways and letting her phone balance on her ear carefully so that she could remain curled up under her duvet and cozy and she needed to know what was going on with him, so that they could both finally get some rest.

“What d’ya mean?”

She knew he was likely on his couch—she didn’t think he actually even used that bed of his—and that there was a high probability that he hadn’t even changed from his work clothes.

“Mulder,” She said, almost forcing a more stern tone in her voice, hoping that further poking would get him to actually speak to her. “You know what I mean, talk to me or I’m going back to sleep.” She knew that he likely knew that was an empty threat, she didn’t care though. There was the possibility she was going to fall asleep by accident anyway on the phone to him.

Silence rang out again.

“I needed to know you were still here.” The simplicity of the statement hung heavier than anything he could’ve said and it clicked.

“I’m here.” She said, her voice returning to the more gentle tone, “I’m not going anywhere, Mulder.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” She repeated. “But I am hoping to go to sleep, however, if it’s any comfort to you, I can leave the phone on until you fall asleep. So you know I’m still here,” She suggested.

“You don’t have to Scully, I don’t mind leaving you to sleep. It was stupid and I know you’re okay—I know you’re there.” He sounded almost defensive.

“I know, but just so you can sleep.” She argued, despite having absolutely no energy to argue and hoping that he was also tired enough that he’d simply cave. He’d been plagued with nightmares as long as he knew her—probably longer—but since her abduction he seemed to be barely sleeping—if at all. She wasn’t certain this could help, but she got the feeling this would ease his worries at least slightly.

“You sure you’ll be able to sleep too?”

“If I can’t, I will hang up on you.”

“Alright,” He laughed slightly and softly, “Goodnight, Scully.”

“Goodnight, Mulder.”

She focused on his soft breathing on the other end of the line as she peacefully drifted back to sleep.

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crystallizedkingdoms · 4 months ago

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Johann braids Avi’s soft hair in peace.

wc: 1,708

this is a fic I wrote back in fuckin. 2021. I think it was the first fic i ever wrote with my inuk avi, so it features that very prominently. I posted it solely on tumblr for funsies. but finally I’ve posted it on ao3, where you can read it now. but alongside with it I edited it Just a tad (plus an extra paragraph) so I think it deserves a repost.

“Hey, be careful.”

Johann pulls his hand away from Avi’s hair. “Sorry,” he says almost immediately. “Won’t start from there then. Can I try again?”

“Yeah.”

…

“Hey, don’t tug too hard, man.”

“Okay, now you’re just lying. I haven’t even touched your hair yet!” Johann huffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Though Avi faces away from him, focused more on his phone rather than much else, Johann can practically feel the smug grin growing on his face when he says that.

“I could feel you thinking really hard about it!” Though Avi tenses slightly when Johann takes the ends of his hair into his hands, he plays it off by shifting his position on the floor. “So what’re you going to do? Just my usual ponytail or something?”

Threading his fingers through Avi’s soft hair to rid it of any knots he might’ve missed with the comb, Johann hums in thought. “Not sure. Just a simple half up half down braid, maybe, if that was okay with you,” he says when he’s finally sure that he has gotten rid of any tangle in Avi’s hair. Not that he had many to begin with. He’s careful with that sort of thing, Johann has come to notice.

“What’s that look like?”

“Fuckin’ Google it or wait for the results. You’ve got your phone right in front of you. I can’t project the image into your brain.”

Avi laughs, and it’s a sound that makes Johann feel hot all over his skin every time he hears it, no matter how many times he’s experienced it before. “All right, all right. Just give me the vibes of it or something, at least?” he asks, his head twisting to the side to look over his shoulder. There’s a big grin resting on his lips from what Johann can see, and he wants nothing more than to lean in and kiss him.

But Johann simply pushes Avi’s cheek away to face ahead. He has braiding to do, after all. “Think Pinterest wedding vibes. I might put an Inuk spin on them though. What I have in mind will look really cute on you.”

“You’re giving me a Pinterest hairstyle? That’s practically sacreligious.”

“…Are you being serious? I won’t do it if you are.”

“No, I’m not being serious. You can do it! I was just kidding,” Avi’s grin can be heard when he says that, which gets a small smack on the arm from Johann. “Ow! I said I was kidding!”

Kissing his teeth, Johann gathers a section of hair from the right side of Avi’s head, near his temple, “You kid too much. Now, do you want it to be tight or not? It needs two small braids around the side of your head, around the length I’m holding right now. Is that fine? Do you want more or less hair for these braids?”

When Johann asks these questions, he notices how Avi’s body finally relaxes from its tense state from earlier. He leans a little closer to Johann and his shoulders slump into a more comfortable position. “The amount of hair is fine. Try not to make it too tight or too close to the scalp or whatever? Whenever I try to braid it myself I always go too tight and it sucks. And when I loosen it, it just falls apart completely,” Avi explains with a sigh.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with braided hair. Is that why?” Johann attempts to make conversation as he segments the section of hair in his hands and begins to braid them in a simple manner. He intentionally left some hair loose and kept the braid from growing too tight. His hands move in a swift and calculated pattern, but he occasionally slows down to admire just how soft Avi’s hair was in between his fingers.

“Yeah. The ponytail I usually do is a lot easier to put on and manage than a braid,” Avi says. His voice grows quiet when Johann ties off the braid he was working on, then moves to the other side of his head to grab another section of hair. If Johann were to strain his ears just a little, he would hear the hitch in Avi’s breath when he begins the new braid.

Even though Johann would’ve preferred to talk while doing his braiding, he allows the silence to continue when he notices that Avi is completely relaxed. He watches as Avi places his phone to the side when Johann begins the second braid, and instead lets his hands rest on his lap.

Johann weaves the new braid with a rhythmic motion. He splits the section of hair in his hand into three, smaller sections, then works to thread them together into a simple braid similar to the one he made before. Over the middle, over the left, crisscrossing down the length of Avi’s hair. Not once is Johann rough— his fingers smooth down the rest of the hair that isn’t being braided when he must, he allows the braids to be loose, and he never tugs Avi’s hair, not even playfully.

What is it about this that feels so intimate? It slows Johann down. Only by a little, but it slows him regardless. Why do the tips of his fingers buzz when he threads between the silky strands of hair that Avi took great pride in and maintained to the best of his abilities? Perhaps it’s the utmost trust Avi places in Johann to care for his hair, and knowing he’s trusted to that degree sends a thrill in his chest. Or perhaps it’s simply due to how soft Avi’s hair is. Either way, Johann embraces the intimacy.

The second braid finished in nearly a minute, Johann ties it off at the end and lets it drop. He has to pick it back up anyway, but he gives himself the time to take it in. Not the braids, those are fairly simple and Johann doesn’t quite find pride in them because of it. No, he takes his time admiring Avi, from his hair to the movement of his back as he took in deep breaths.

Avi takes this pause as a sign of completion. He looks over his shoulder at Johann, his eyes twinkling softly. “Are you done already? Most of my hair isn’t braided,” he points out. Aside from the sections of hair near his temple, the rest of his dark hair flows freely down his back.

Johann shakes his head and takes the rest of the unbraided hair into his hands. He begins to weave it into one big braid, in the simple pattern as the other two, “No, I’m not done. Sorry, I was just looking over it.”

That makes Avi turn back around, but not before Johann could catch a bashful smile on his face as opposed to the wide grin from before. “Like what you see, eh?”

“Duh. Your hair is really nice. Really, really soft. Also really thick, it’s a bit tough to braid this big one.”

“See what I’m talking about?? It’s too hard to put it into braids,” Avi sighs and slouches his back.

In response, Johann pauses the braiding and pushes one hand on the centre of Avi’s back to force him back into a straighter position. “It’s not too hard for me. It just takes a few seconds to get used to, that’s all. If you want me to do this for you more often, I can,” he says when he continues his work.

As he completes the final braid, Johann takes the two smaller braids and tucks the ends of them into the larger braid, creating a distinct loop to them. Once he’s finished, Johann props the large braid over Avi’s shoulder, then places a kiss on the nape of his neck. “Okay, now I’m done. Your phone is right next to your ass if you wanna check it out.”

“Check out my hair or my ass?”

“You do the first, I’ll do the second when we’re done.”

Avi takes his phone and swipes to the camera. As he props the phone up towards his face, Johann is surprised to see that the corner Avi’s eyes are wet with barely-held-back tears. He doesn’t ask about it— Johann knows the reason. Asking will only embarrass Avi.

“Hey, you actually did a really good job,” Avi mutters in awe, his free hand moving to feel at the larger braid.

“You doubted me?”

Avi shakes his head and places the phone back on the ground so he can turn and fully face Johann. “Of course not! I just wasn’t sure what it’d look like on me. I really like it though.” His hands are fiddling with the braided loops by his temple when he says, “Thank you, babe. I really mean it.”

Johann rolls his eyes and presses a kiss against the bridge of Avi’s nose, right up against the line of tunniit on his skin. “Oh, you’re such a sap, but you’re welcome. I wouldn’t mind doing it more often if you’re comfortable with it.”

“Yeah, I think that’d be nice,” Avi admits with that sheepish smile.

They quiet down for a moment, their faces still so close that their foreheads almost touch. Johann thinks about backing away just as he feels Avi shift his head. He cocks his face so his nose is pressed right onto Johann’s cheek, and he inhales against his soft skin. The deep sniff makes Johann’s heart pound wildly in his chest, and he can’t help but smile without restraint just feeling it.

“I still can’t believe you do that with me now.”

“Who’s the sap now? Getting all giddy over a kunik,” Avi teases. Johann doesn’t dignify it with a response— he just toys with Avi’s new braid and leans into Avi’s body. Enjoying their closeness.

Avi gives Johann another kunik. Then another, breathing in so deep and breathing out so gently. Then Avi moves again, and he kisses Johann’s lips, and Johann throws his arms around Avi’s neck with one hand on the base of the braid. Until they’re both smiling and giggling into their kiss for god knows how long.

And it’s soft the whole time.

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