#and. yeah. I just think about them a lot okay

[theoccultz]

10 things you are doing just right ...

Just a pac about things you might not be aware abt that you are doing "JUST RIGHT"

Take what resonates leave what doesn't

Timeless intuition based reading

Pics and dividers credits to their original rightful owners , I do not own them

Pile A. Pile B. Pile C .

Pile A.

You are able to recognise and let go of unwanted thoughts , baggage and emotions in this period + you are not carrying anybody's burdens anymore.

You are being very practical and straightforward in dealing with things.

You are in a good place in terms of your physical health or you will be , you are uplifting others with your energy just being around you is helping them forget about their problems .

You are getting over/ leaving or forgetting about past disappointments that is helping you attract positive outcomes .

You are in a good mood your emotions no longer control you , you have matured with time and the universe is very happy with your progress , you are also not believing in false positivity .

You are moving on & not caring about selfish people you are setting tough boundaries , you are taking care of your physical appearance as well that's doing a lot for you in this period , idk something about mind /body/soul alignment .

You are doing things for you , you are thinking positively about your future, you are giving yourself a lot of time , you are no longer blaming yourself, you are no longer a people Pleaser .

You no longer trust your negative thought pattern sure you sometimes may believe it but you know nothing's gonna happen as you are imagining it's just a "nonsense thought" .

You are treating the opposite gender well ....now I don't know what it means but yes they like your energy/vibe overall .

You no longer tolerate anybody's bull*it ,you simply do not just participate in it , they can argue with a wall , make assumptions and bark in front of the mirror , you are not giving them your precious time and focusing on what's best for you .

If you were going through a period of uncertainty or where nothing was happening it was meant to be like that , you did very well in taking care of your energy and bringing yourself up from rock bottom , you will be stepping into a period of limelight where there's just a lot of people coming into your life , a lot of people wanting to talk to you , you might travel a lot spontaneously, yeah you will be getting a lot of attention and it's not gonna feel burdensome.

Thanks for Reading !!

Pile B.

You are being very kind and gentle to yourself that is helping you regulate your nervous system .

You have accepted things as they are and it's helping you move on from past hurt & disappointments , you might be even moving on from a person , you are truly realising your "value" .

You are attracting wealth and power in your life , you are attracting good things overall it could be as simple as a good meal , you are also watching movies and shows that are helping you in some way in this period .

You are connecting with higher powers spiritually , your guides, your ancestors, spirit animals may be sending you signs it could be anything like a calm video or a fun memory .

You are eating healthy I got this twice , you recognise your manifesting power better now , you are trusting yourself more .

You are doing better mentally pile 2 , you are doing good in life overall I mean better than most of the people, you are able to deal with things better than most people now .

You are balancing your anger ? Like not letting it affect your physical health, you are more chill in this period than you realise lol .

You guys are looking good or dressing better ..okay spirits compliments ...💚

Your throat chakra is healing , you will be getting over sicknesses or a down period very soon .

You are becoming strong physically & mentally , you are also becoming more responsible , yeah others are also respecting you more or being loving towards you , some people are also facing consequences of their actions for doing you wrong , yeah .

You have faced so many things pile 2 , I feel you deeply , you deserve a lot of love & appreciation even if you don't need it you need to know , you deserve every good things , you are not meant to be treated like nothing the right people will appreciate you and will never make you feel less , you are not too much you are not too less no matter what anyone assumes you are an amazing person who anyone will feel privileged to have in their life , spending time with you is truly a blessing , you are a great friend and you will attract understanding and kind people, people who deserve you & value you to the core , I'm so proud of you like pile2 I see you and you are doing so well it takes a lot of strength to be a bigger person and you should neverrr downplay it .

Thanks for Reading !!

Pile C

+18 messages ahead ....

You are connecting with your sexual energy, you will be feeling more confident in your body .

You are attracting people who are exciting and giving .

You are attracting good luck , good karma , people are loving your energy they may be feeling really attracted towards you physically & emotionally .

You are detaching from situations , people , things and your spirit team is giving you a pat on the back for it .

You are not anymore socially anxious you are actually more confident than you give yourself credit for .

You are expressing yourself more or you need too .

You are processing things in a healthy way , maybe your coping mechanisms are helping you a lot in this period .

You are attracting more light hearted energy towards you idk in what form tho maybe you are feeling good , not overthinking that much , or attracting children's and pets yeah ...

You are prioritising yourself, you are more committed to your goals , you are smelling good I'm sorry channeling works this way only ...

You are socialising more or giving good advice to others , you are also starting to incorporate a lot of healthy habits in your routine .

Yeah I strongly feel people who will pick this pile will be reading these messages after a painful transformation and spirit is like good things are already here , I feel like in a way you have surpassed yourself because you have handled things way better... very smoothly than anybody expected, your energy at this moment is really high vibrational it feels like the "love energy " you will be literally attracting opportunities and you are really creating opportunities for yourself in a way , whatever you manifest in this period it's already yours , so believe it 🍀

Thanks for Reading !!

[ominous-faechild]

Hilariously, this all feels a LOT like Rising From The Ashes lmao

Caron (the headmaster of Lotus) and Guqayya (his most advanced healer as well as Sammy's direct mentor) are DEEP in a criminal conspiracy that they're actively hiding not only from the MCs, but a majority of the academy.

A huge part of the first book is literally Caron going "listen, I can't tell you why I think {xyz}, but keep an eye out for it. Here's what you do in the seemingly HIGHLY UNLIKELY scenario xyz happens."

The MCs—legit all of them at different points in the story lmao—legit just be like "okay, weird but sure, bro."

Guess what happens.

Almost every. single. time.

Kieva: "okay, Dad, what in Existence is Strauss's deal?"

Sammy: "okay, listen. I appreciate your help. I really do. But how the FUCK did you know they were going to try to kidnap me!?"

Carmin: "... please... please just... explain what's GOING ON!?"

And guess where it goes?

Kieva:

Sammy: [stretches out his arms to crack his knuckles, giving an obnoxious, over-dramatic wink. Jokingly) "well! Guess it's about time we all officially get added to 'Kihroin's Most Wanted' list, yeah?" 😉

Carmin: [heavy sigh] "You know, if you told me only a year ago that you were going to convince me that treason against the crown was actually the right thing to do, I would've laughed in your face." Carmin: [pauses] Carmin: [unable help a small, bitter grin; darkly) "I still kinda want to. So maybe it's time to go before I chicken out of this, yeah?" ;'D

Legit something that'll probably happen at some point or another:

Guqayya: "so, my protégé. How do you feel about treason?" >;D Sammy: [gives an overdramatic, heavy sigh, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side as he looks up at her disapprovingly] Sammy: (disappointedly) "Grandma, I think you've finally lost it." Guqayya: [quirks an eyebrow at him, looking at him doubtfully. Knows he's going somewhere with this] Sammy: [disapproving look quickly disappears for a wide, cocky grin] Sammy: (amusedly) "you know treason is my favorite pastime!" >;D Guqayya: [scoffs, rolling her eyes—and fighting a laugh—before smacking him upside the head] Sammy: [snickers to himself, lazily ducking and swatting her hand away] "awe, c'mon! You really think I needed influence to commit crimes?" >;DDDD Sammy: [did.]

romance is lame and overrated i love mentor/mentee relationships in fiction and especially when theyre sort of fucked up

[littlestl4mb]

running errands with nerdy boyfriend luigi???? 😭

YURRRRR

to be honest, i think it would be luigi’s favorite thing to do with you. i think he’d really like the simplicity and domesticity of it. he doesn’t care much for going on fancy dinner dates, or going on expensive couple vacations together. no, those superficial milestone-markers that other couples like to boast, they don't do much for him. never have. instead, he finds happiness on a simple saturday morning in spring, when the air is still a little brisk but it’s teasing the approaching summer’s warmth. and most importantly, he’s on his way to see you. 

he’s got the biggest grin on his face as he’s walking up to your door. most nights you two spend together. whether he’s at your place or you’re at his place (i think he has a preference for spending the night at your place though. your home smells like you; lavender and vanilla. and he loves your cozy bedroom. he might criticize the excessive amount of pillows on your bed but he secretly loves flopping down onto them and napping). but last night you spent the night separated because you went to hang out with some friends and didn’t get back home until late, and he wanted to work on some program he’s been developing. safe to say, he missed you a lot. and it’s no secret you missed him either. 

when you open the door for him, he casually strolls in. 

“hi, gigi,” you hum and press a sweet kiss to his cheek, your hands full of the laundry that you’re about to throw into the washing machine. he grins sheepishly and blushes. no matter how much you kiss him, it always makes him a little flustered still. he shuts the door behind him, and then moves to the living room. he sets his backpack down, and then pulls out a little notepad in a very routine manner. you’re bumbling around the apartment, trying to tidy it up before you head out for the day. 

he starts writing a list of everything you usually do on saturdays together:

1. take car to car wash  2. get groceries for the week  3. drop box off at post office that y/n has procrastinated sending for the last 3 weeks. do NOT let her say “we can just do it next week” this time.

mid writing his list, he looks over at you and raises his eyebrows. “is there anything else we have to do today? or just the usual stuff?” he hums. 

you pause and put your hand on your hip as you think about it. 

“hmm. i don’t think…- oh yeah! i need to go to cvs and pick up some stuff too. ran out of face cream,” you nod your head. with a double click of his pen, he jots it down. 

“okay, what all do we have on the list?” you inquire, joining him by his side to look over his shoulder.

“i think i’m fine on groceries this week. can always get ‘em later if i need them. you can cross that off” you point at the second item on the list, your hands lightly resting on his shoulders. 

luigi guffaws, out of disbelief. though, he doesn’t say anything at first. instead, he stands up from the couch and turns the corner to the kitchen. the distinct rattling of the fridge door opening, followed by the thudding of the cabinet doors closing and opening is your answer to the question you didn’t ask. 

you see his hand poke out from the kitchen door, a graceful wave of his fingers beckons you forward. you already know the look on his face without having to see him. when you enter the modest kitchen, he has the refrigerator door propped open. a wrinkle in his forehead forms from his eyebrows being raised out of such skepticism.

“yeah, you don’t need to go to the grocery store, baby? there’s like, 5 cans of diet coke in here and some… nasty old bananas.” he frowns as his hand gestures to the mostly empty space in the fridge. 

“okay, fine, lu. we’ll go grocery shopping.” you huff. it’s an argument you’ve had one too many times already. one that you have never won, too. and well, you might not know everything, but you certainly know it’s no use arguing with an engineer. at least not about this.

“i’m driving” luigi deadpans while you two make your way out of your apartment. it’s no surprise, considering the fact that the man has been in the car with you one too many times where you’ve nearly totaled your car. there was the time you were driving into town, and a little puppy on the sidewalk caught your attention and you veered into another lane. that caused a slew of cars honk at you… oh, and there was the other time when you backed into a pole while parallel parking, which luckily only left a small scratch- but gave luigi a heart attack all the same. 

yeah, so long as luigi could help it, you were the designated passenger princess. 

“okay, fine. can we at least go get coffee first?” you pout up at him as he opens the passenger side door of his car for you. 

“well, yeah. thought that was a given,” he says as closes the door and gets in on his side. 

luigi also likes driving because he likes to compute the most simple and efficient route possible. he thinks of it as an equation. and you really don’t mind him being your personal chauffeur. where all you have to worry about is what songs you want to play next on the stereo. 

when you guys get to the post office after washing your car and getting coffee, luigi is the one who carries the box in for you. so all you have to do is tell the clerk the address you’re sending the package to. he does that often: carrying your things for you. when you go to bookstores, he carries around the pile of books you want to purchase on top of his own. and the same thing will probably happen later when you go to cvs; he’ll carry your little skincare products and bottles of vitamins for you too.

after you’ve finished up at the post office, luigi tugs out his little notebook. he checks off the post office, which is under the crossed out ‘1. go to car wash’. 

the next stop is indeed the pharmacy. luigi is doddling along your side, his eyes wide with curiosity as he looks over the multitude of face lotions. though, that doesn’t distract him from the topic at hand. he’s been prattling on about some substack article he read discussing AI today, and also a podcast that he listened to last night while he was up coding. most of the jargon he uses flies right over your head, but he does his best to explain it to you. and even though you still struggle to understand why it’s so important, you just like hearing him talk about something he’s so passionate about. you get a little smug smile on your face, and luigi quirks up an eyebrow and goes, “what?” 

all you can do in response is shake your head and look away, trying to suppress your coy grin with a small, “nothing.” 

“no, seriously. what are you smiling about? i know AI doesn’t make you this happy, baby,” 

“you’re right, it doesn’t. but i like hearing you talk about it. it’s cute,” you’d shrug. 

and luigi— really!— no matter how long you two’ve known each other, still gets bashful sometimes when you compliment him out of the blue. he’s got that nerd in him, after all. 

and after you’ve finished at the pharmacy, you make your last stop for the day: target. you convince luigi to go there instead of the boring grocery store. much to luigi’s protest too— he knows it’s an excuse to mingle through aisles of things you don’t really need. ‘going to target instead of the actual grocery store decreases our percentage of efficiency so much, y/n’ he usually groans. but for him, he knows that argument is the losing one. something he’ll never win on because you’re stubborn. and you’re cute when you’re pouting and begging him too with those big rounded out eyes of yours. plus, he thinks it’s endearing when you bumble through aisles and pick up random things and show them off to him as if its the most fascinating thing in the world. and anyways, if you two are really on a tight schedule, he’ll pull out the boyfriend move of jokingly placing his hand on the scruff of your neck while directing you towards where you’re supposed to go.

but you two have all the time in the world today, so he pushes the cart for you as you guide him down the candle aisle 

“gigi, what do you think of this one?” you ask as you push the dark red jar towards his face. the overtly ‘chai latte’ candle overwhelms his senses. with a scrunch of his nose and exaggerated cough, he shakes his head.

“god no. too much. plus, i like your lavender and vanilla one more. smells more like you.” 

 you hum in acknowledgment as you pull back the candle to smell again. maybe, he did have a point. 

“mm fine. guess you’re right.” you pout out your bottom lip before setting the candle back down on the shelf. 

and then you’re finally shuffling off to the grocery aisles, luigi pushing the cart alongside you. strolling through the aisles of food, you’ve managed to pick up a few things. a box of flavored instant oatmeal, some pasta for easy dinners, and a bag of chocolate for morale sit in the cart.

luigi’s eyes glance down at the items. his jaw is tense, his cheekbone hollowed out while the weight of his tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek. he’s unamused, if his facial expression is anything to go by. 

“so when are you going to pick up actual food?” his question almost cuts like a knife. it’s not that he tries to sound so brute, but sometimes he just comes across that way when he’s being so direct. it’s the italian in him.

“what are you talking about? this is plenty fine, luigi.” you roll your eyes at him.

“what am i talking about? even the comp sci geeks i know eat more regular meals than you do. you need some actual nutrients. you eat like a canary.” he tuts. he juts his chin forwards and to the side as an indication for you to step out of the way. 

speechless, you do. luigi proceeds down the aisle towards the produce section. contempt with your efforts so far, he helps himself to grabbing a bushel of broccoli, a bag of baby carrots too, and a few apples, yogurts, and protein bars to boot.

you roll your eyes at him, “yeah, well now it looks like i eat like a rabbit” you point to the baby carrots and broccoli. luigi snorts at that, and then nods in agreement. 

“well you do look like a bunny. so it’s kind of fitting,” he quips, but his tone is more lighthearted and soft now. 

your foot stomps in protest at his joke, “do not!” 

“yeah, see? you even stomp like one when you’re angry,” he laughs, his grin only growing. 

with a sigh of defeat, you shake your head and give him a “fine, whatever”. 

and once luigi is content with the amount of groceries in the cart, he finally directs you two to the checkout. he pulls out his own card to pay for them, because he has that kind of sense and need to take care of you. plus, it only seems fair because he almost always comes over and snacks on whatever is in your fridge himself. 

when you two finally get home after the few hours spent out and about, it’s a relief. he puts your things away for you in the fridge and pantry. he has a very specific categorization of how he does it- each corner of the fridge has it’s own category. he makes a simple dinner for you two afterwards (probably some pasta with roasted veggies). 

the rest of the evening is spent on your couch while he works on his code and you read a book. your feet draped over his lap. for your own amusement, you knock your feet against his hands just to pester him. he always quips back with a “stop that.” oh, and every once in awhile you take a pause and sit up to leer over his shoulder and look at whatever he’s working on. he probably tries to teach you a little bit of code too, which usually goes south pretty quickly and both of you end up bursting into giggles <3333

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ʙᴜᴢᴢᴇᴅ

caffeine, anger, anxiety, emotional tension, hurt/comfort, guilt, miscommunication, apology, self-awareness, light teasing

based off this request!

word count - 850ish

You’d never been much of a caffeine drinker, but today, you decided to give it a go. Just one coffee, you told yourself. Nothing too crazy. But as soon as you took that first sip, you felt the buzz start to kick in. Your thoughts were racing, and before you knew it, you were talking at a mile a minute.

“So, I was thinking we could go to that new café this weekend, right? I heard they have these amazing pastries, and oh, did I tell you about the movie I saw last night? The main character was hilarious, I swear, I want to be her friend, and the lighting was incredible, like, the whole aesthetic was perfect, and I just can’t stop thinking about it, and, oh! Wait, no, there was something else I wanted to say, oh yeah! Have you tried that new thing at McDonalds they just started selling?"

Chris, on the other hand, had just gotten back from a rough day and was barely holding it together. The energy you were radiating was overwhelming, and the caffeine was making you talk even faster. He tried to keep up, nodding a little, but it was getting harder to focus with each word.

Eventually, the pressure built up, and he snapped.

"Could you just... stop for a second?" His voice was sharper than he meant it to be, the words spilling out before he could stop them. "I’ve had a long day, alright? Just... just stop talking."

You froze immediately. The sharpness in his tone hit you harder than you expected, and your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t realised you were talking so much. You stared at him, blinking rapidly, and you felt your chest tighten, a wave of guilt washing over you.

Chris was still standing there, his arms crossed, his eyes averted. His frustration wasn’t just with you, it was with himself, and he was trying to hold it together, but he didn’t know how to get out of this moment. His jaw clenched as he turned away, rubbing his face with one hand. "I’m sorry," he muttered, his voice rough. "It’s not you. I just... I had a shitty day, and the coffee’s got you talking a lot, and I don’t-"

His eyes flicked back to you, and he stopped mid-sentence. You were standing there, silent, your eyes glassy. It took him a moment to realize why the silence felt so heavy. It was because your eyes were brimming with unshed tears. “M’sorry, Chris”, you mumble.

His heart sank. Shit.

"I didn’t mean to-" He took a step toward you, his frustration suddenly replaced with guilt. He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head as he took another step closer. "I just, sometimes I get overwhelmed, and it’s not your fault, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong."

You blinked, trying to hold back the tears, feeling embarrassed. "I didn’t mean to talk too much. I... I just got excited." Your voice came out quieter, a bit shaky, and the more you tried to explain, the harder it was to keep the tears in.

Chris cursed under his breath, guilt washing over him. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that." His tone softened, and he gently reached out, his fingers brushing your arm in a quiet apology. "It’s not you. It’s me. I’ve just been holding all this stuff in today, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you."

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself. "No, no, it’s okay. I didn’t realise I was rambling so much. I’m sorry."

Chris’s expression softened even more, and he carefully reached up to brush a tear from your cheek. His touch tender, and he pulled you into a loose hug. "I don’t want to make you feel bad. You’re not annoying, okay? I was just... not in the right headspace, and I shouldn’t have said that. Like that, either."

You looked up at him, the tension easing a bit, but you still felt a little self-conscious. "I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. I just... I guess the caffeine did its thing."

Chris raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I think you plus coffee is not a good combination," he teased lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, the tension between you both starting to fade. "Maybe," you said with a playful shrug. "I wasn’t really thinking when I grabbed it. I don’t usually drink it so late."

Chris’s smile widened. "Yeah, no kidding. You’ve got like a sugar high. Might need to take you for a walk to wear you out."

You rolled your eyes, but your smile was genuine now. "Hey, I’m not that bad. You were the one getting all cranky."

Chris laughed, shaking his head. "Fair enough. Next time, I’ll just steal your coffee before you get the chance."

Chris stepped a little closer, his hand still gently resting on your arm. "I’m really sorry, though. I shouldn’t have gotten frustrated. It wasn’t about you."

"It’s okay," you replied, the earlier awkwardness now replaced with something more comfortable. 

With a last soft smile, Chris nodded. "Alright. All good?"

"All good," you said.

creds to rose for the divider! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: now i want coffee lol. fun fact i am indeed not allowed to drink it.

taglist: @blushsturns @sturnslutz @snoopychris @sturnshood @sturns-mermaid @chrissweetheart @cowboylikenat @recordeeznuts @camzeecorner @sturniolo101 @courta13 @sweetshuga

cya very sooooon!

[whoknowsyourfuture]

So, this is a bit of a tangent, but I think it's relevant.

I grew up riding horses. My mom trained, (people and horses), and I knew a looooooot of kids between 4-H, AQHA, and the local HSET (I didn't do HSET bc I was showing a lot in AQHA, but I knew people in it).

Now, I don't remember the first time I was on a horse, because I was probably literally 2 or younger, but riding has never been easy for me. Do I love it? Yeah, of course. Have I had access to horses that you can ride for 20 min and be done? Nope. Do I have long legs and natural balance? Hell no. I was so jealous of one girl I rode with during high school because she had just started riding and could just sit perfectly straight and keep every part of her body exactly so, meanwhile I had to constantly fight to keep my body stretched to the furthest extent just to look maybe a quarter as elegant as she did.

I'm still riding, while she, as far as I'm aware, is not.

That was kind of how it went, honestly. Of course, even in the area I grew up in, there's a certain amount of 'who can afford to get their kid a really good horse and then be okay with them getting bored of riding', but by and large, the people who riding came easily to did not continue with it. (The exception, of course, were trainer's kids, but like. My siblings got the same opportunity to ride and show as I did, we even shared horses at times, but they were natural riders and I just wasn't. I have had to put in so many thousands of hours to get good at riding. Of course I kept on during my youth years for a mixed bag of reasons, some good, some ehhhhhh, but I kept on for years after my siblings quit because I wanted to.)

Ok, I think I'm getting sidetracked, but the gist of my point is, if something is easy for you, it'll get boring. If you have to work at something, you're more likely to find out if you actually enjoy it for what it is. Of course, things can also be hard, boring, and you hate doing them (a lot of jobs, unfortunately), but if you don't learn to stick with something until you can really decide how you feel about it, well.

Are you ever going to find out what you really like doing, or are you going to give up 3 seconds into doing something you could have poured your heart into?

Something I don't think we talk enough about in discussions surrounding AI is the loss of perseverance.

I have a friend who works in education and he told me about how he was working with a small group of HS students to develop a new school sports chant. This was a very daunting task for the group, in large part because many had learning disabilities related to reading and writing, so coming up with a catchy, hard-hitting, probably rhyming, poetry-esque piece of collaborative writing felt like something outside of their skill range. But it wasn't! I knew that, he knew that, and he worked damn hard to convince the kids of that too. Even if the end result was terrible (by someone else's standards), we knew they had it in them to complete the piece and feel super proud of their creation.

Fast-forward a few days and he reports back that yes they have a chant now... but it's 99% AI. It was made by Chat-GPT. Once the kids realized they could just ask the bot to do the hard thing for them - and do it "better" than they (supposedly) ever could - that's the only route they were willing to take. It was either use Chat-GPT or don't do it at all. And I was just so devastated to hear this because Jesus Christ, struggling is important. Of course most 14-18 year olds aren't going to see the merit of that, let alone understand why that process (attempting something new and challenging) is more valuable than the end result (a "good" chant), but as adults we all have a responsibility to coach them through that messy process. Except that's become damn near impossible with an Instantly Do The Thing app in everyone's pocket. Yes, AI is fucking awful because of plagiarism and misinformation and the environmental impact, but it's also keeping people - particularly young people - from developing perseverance. It's not just important that you learn to write your own stuff because of intellectual agency, but because writing is hard and it's crucial that you learn how to persevere through doing hard things.

Write a shitty poem. Write an essay where half the textual 'evidence' doesn't track. Write an awkward as fuck email with an equally embarrassing typo. Every time you do you're not just developing that particular skill, you're also learning that you did something badly and the world didn't end. You can get through things! You can get through challenging things! Not everything in life has to be perfect but you know what? You'll only improve at the challenging stuff if you do a whole lot of it badly first. The ability to say, "I didn't think I could do that but I did it anyway. It's not great, but I did it," is SO IMPORTANT for developing confidence across the board, not just in these specific tasks.

Idk I'm just really worried about kids having to grow up in a world where (for a variety of reasons beyond just AI) they're not given the chance to struggle through new and challenging things like we used to.

[wlwsoccerfics]

World Cup Semi-Finale Drama(StephCatleyXGwinnReader)

A/N: i Hope you enjoy this request.

Warnings: Lots of Angst and self doubt. Mental health struggles.

Summary: you are the captain of your national Team cause your sister is out injured and you Play against your wife's team. Australia wins and you blame yourself for the loss.

There it was. The final Whistle. You were Out of the world Cup. Losing in the semi Finals against Australia. Your wife's team. So there was now one Captain Catley that made it to the finals and one captain Catley that was doubting all of her skills. You were the second one.

You had been dreading this day. This Game. Everything felt like the world was ending. Which in a way it did for you. Not knowing If you would ever get another Chance to make it this far in the world cup.

Of course you were proud of your wife. She deserved it. But you felt like your team deserved it as well. You weren't a good captain and that's why they lost.

Your wife and her Team were celebrating. Well your wife was struggling. She was over the moon that she Made it to the finals but she saw you sitting on the pitch. Hiding your head in your Jersey. Your entire Body was shaking from the sobs. Your best friend Laura was sitting next to you. Hugging you close. Even though she was crying as well. Your sister made her way over to you as well.

"Babe..." Steph whispered out. You stood up quickly. Looking at your wife. Giving her a hug before pulling away just as quick.

"congrats. I am proud of you, stephy!" You told her, you couldn't even stop crying while talking her. She really wished she could make you feel better but she knew she couldn't. And the distance you put between you and her was a sign that you clearly couldn't deal with being close to her. Not while you had so many negative thoughts about yourself running through your mind.

"she is gonna come around." Your best friend and teammate whispered to your wife. Steph sighed sadly and walked away. Greeting Fans and giving Interviews. Thankfully you didn't have to give one. Sara & Klara did.

Harper ran over to you, hugging your legs so you picked her up.

"auntie Y/n. Don't cry! You can always win another Game!" She told you. It was the child Like innocene of not understanding how important this game was for you and your team. And that you felt like you also let the Fans down. Not only your Team. No you let everyone down.

"i will be okay. You are right. I can always try again." You told her. Then she just held onto you and you held onto her. She always managed to cheer you up or at least take a little bit of the pain away when things were rough. Giulia, your sister was rubbing your back, she was sad as well, you could tell because of how quiet she was and it looked like she was trying not to cry.

After a while you put Harper down cause she went back over to Mini and the rest of the team.

You and your team left the Pitch and walked inside to the changing rooms. You took a few deep breaths before you spoke up.

"i would like to apologize to you. I let you all down! I take full responsibility for what happened Out there! I wasn't a good Leader!" You told them.

"y/n...this isn't your fault! We are a Team! We win together and we lose together! It hurts right now! But we all were Out there and didn't make it work!" Sara told you.

"yeah Sara is right! Like i think you did so well as a Leader. You managed to Score the only Goal we Made. Yes we lost. 3-1 but this Is not your fault!" Felicitas stated.

"i am proud of you! You stepped in for me! You did a good Job! You were leading until the end. Sometimes things just don't work out in our favor!" Giulia answered.

Before you could speak up again, your other best friend showed up in the doorway. Kyra was also one of your teammates at Arsenal. Your coach also showed Up.

"y/n? I wanted to check in. Sorry about your loss Guys. But you all did a great Job." She said, walking over to you. Pulling you in for a hug. You hugged her back. Tearing up again. The rest of the Team congratulating her.

"thanks Kyra. I am proud of you!" You let her know. Hugging Kyra close. Sobbing again. "Where is Steph?" You asked her. Knowing you couldn't just let this go like this. You needed to talk to her. Maybe it was a good thing that Kyra showed up cause you were tempted to step down from international Duty for Germany and just Focus on your Club. It was something you had thought about before and this day kind of pushed you more towards it. But you were emotional right now so this might not be the right time to drop something like that in case you might regret it in a few days.

"she is in the changing room with the others. let's go See your wife. Cause she is struggling as well. She is over the moon we won but also sad and actually cried cause of the pain you are going through!" Kyra admitted. You frowned softly. You didn't intend to make your wife feel that way.

"Go See your wife!" Jule said.

"now!" Your sister stated.

"i agree!" You coach replied.

you left with Kyra to the other changing room.

"Steph? I have someone who wants to see you!" Kyra stated. You were greeting your wife and her team with a sad smile.

"hey, congrats guys." You spoke up.

"thanks. You did great as well. And we are all proud of you!" Mini told you.

"thanks you! It's appreciated." You answered and looked at your wife after replying. Walking over to her. Hugging her, giving her a soft kiss. Wiping away her tears. She hugged and kissed you back.

"auntie y/n is Not Mad at auntie Steph anymore!" Harper announced. You pulled away from the kiss and gently pushed a strand of hair behind your wife's ear.

"i was never mad at auntie Steph. She is the best. I was just hurt cause i didn't feel like i was a good captain and that i let the fans and the team down!" You tried to explain to her. The reply surprised everyone. They knew you were heartbroken over the loss, but they had no idea how you put all the blame on yourself.

"Baby. You fought hard. You were an amazing captain. Don't blame yourself!" Steph said, kissing your forehead gently.

"i am working on letting that go. It just...i am sorry for not reacting more positive and congratulate all of you earlier." You explained.

"what are you sorry for? Your emotions matter. I understand how difficult this must be for you, love!" Your wife replied. You kiss her her cheek.

"means alot to me to hear! I love you." You replied.

"i love you too. Always will!" Steph answered.

"i Love your love!" Macca said. You smiled at her. There still was a hint of sadness which was probably gonna stay for a bit but you genuinely did feel a bit better being in your wife's Arms.

You talked to your sister, your best friends and your wife about your thoughts on ending your international career. They listened and didn't judge. They also helped you figure out that you don't want to retire just yet.

You played for the third place against spain and won. Your wife and her Team were there to Support you.

Australia won the world Cup against England and of course you were there wearing your wife's Jersey. Sitting in the stands with Harper & Harley in your lap. You were so very proud of the entire team.

[enhaflixer]

For our marriage law couple:

Q1. Did the readers' parents ever meet jay or their kid/s????

Q2. How did they find out about the pregnancy? Muggle ways or any magical ones????

Q3. How is jay during the pregnancy??

Thank you soooo much for the wonderful fics love you <3

Exclusive Interview with Park Jongseong & His Wife on Love, Parenthood, and a Certain Marriage Law

—A sit-down with the unexpected love story that defied the Ministry’s rules, featuring Jay Park, his wife, and a surprise mention of their daughter.

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Q1: Did your parents ever meet Jay or Jane?

(You sigh, running a hand through your hair while Jay, sitting next to you, casually rests an arm along the back of your chair. His thumb absentmindedly brushes against your shoulder.)

You: “Not for a long time.”

Jay: nods slowly “Yeah, that was… complicated.”

You: “I didn’t expect them to reply when I texted them about the marriage. And they didn’t.”

Jay: quietly “For years.”

You: nods “It wasn’t until Jane was, what? Two?”

Jay: “Yeah, around then. I remember because we had just started thinking about putting her in a playgroup, and that’s when your parents reached out.”

You: “It was... tense.”

Jay: shrugs “I mean, I get it. They didn’t know me. And the whole ‘pureblood wizard married their daughter through some law they probably didn’t even understand’ thing? Not exactly the easiest thing to process.”

You: snorts “I think they barely tolerated the idea of magic in general, let alone their grandchild having it.”

Jay: grinning slightly “To be fair, Jane won them over before I did.”

You: softly “Yeah. They were distant at first, but then Jane did… I don’t know, something ridiculously adorable, and suddenly my mother was acting like she was the world’s most doting grandmother.”

Jay: smirks “She levitated a toy broomstick, and your dad nearly fainted.”

You: “He still thinks she’s telekinetic.”

Jay: shrugs “Let him believe that. If it helps him sleep at night.”

-

Q2: How did you find out you were pregnant? Muggle ways or magical ones?

Jay: groans dramatically, dragging a hand down his face “This is my villain origin story.”

You: laughing “Jay knew before I did.”

Jay: deadpan “Because your magic was acting up. And you kept getting dizzy.”

You: mocking “And your first thought was ‘pregnancy’?”

Jay: “And I was right.”

You: grinning “But I still needed proof, so after the healer confirmed it, I made Jay go buy a Muggle pregnancy test—”

Jay: glaring at you “There are way too many kinds of those things.”

You: mocking “Which one is the most accurate? I should just buy all of them—”

Jay: grumbling “Look, if I was going to do it, I was going to do it right.”

You: laughing “Anyway, I took the test, stared at the two pink lines, still trying to process, and then he just—” pauses, smiling at Jay “You just knelt in front of me, held my hand, and said, ‘It’s real, baby.’”

Jay: clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck “Yeah.”

Q3: How was Jay during the pregnancy?

(You roll your eyes. Jay scoffs, shaking his head, because he already knows what you’re about to say.)

You: “A complete mess.”

Jay: offended “I was not a mess.”

You: flatly “Jay. You read twelve books on pregnancy, six on magical child development, and made a whole binder of research.”

Jay: muttering “...organization is key.”

You: “He wouldn’t let me carry anything heavier than a quill. And if I so much as sighed, he was at my side like, ‘Are you okay? Do you need water? Are you hungry? Should I get the healer?’”

Jay: grumbling “I was taking care of you.”

You: grinning “You were being dramatic.”

Jay: “And you loved it.”

You: softens “Yeah. I did.”

Jay: smirks “Told you.”

You: “You were also so soft. You would just randomly kiss my belly, whisper to Jane when you thought I was asleep. And you lived for when she kicked. The first time it happened, you completely froze.”

Jay: “Listen, feeling an actual human foot kick your hand from inside your wife is a lot to process.”

You: laughs “You were so in love already.”

Jay: quietly, brushing his fingers over your hand “Still am.”

-

Q4: Why Jane? Why that name?

Jay: scoffs “You act like this was some deep, symbolic decision. We were just tired of arguing.”

You: grinning “We fought for months over names.”

Jay: “Because you kept coming up with the worst ones.”

You: mocking “‘Jayden’ wasn’t that bad.”

Jay: horrified “I refuse to name my daughter after myself like some egotistical maniac.”

You: “Says the guy who wanted ‘Seraphina Aurelius Park.’”

Jay: shrugging “Sounds powerful.”

You: “Sounds like she should be ruling an empire.”

Jay: smirks “Maybe she will.”

You: laughing “Anyway, we were lying in bed one night, and I just said, ‘What about Jane?’ and he didn’t even argue. Just said, ‘Yeah. That’s it.’”

Jay: grinning “Because it fit. It was simple, classic. No unnecessary nonsense.”

You: mocking “So not Seraphina Aurelius Park?”

Jay: deadpan “I stand by my decision.”

-

And there you have it—proof that even a government-mandated marriage couldn’t stop love from finding its way in.

TL: @naurwayyyyy @ziiao @ddolleri @somuchdard @beariegyu @ijustwannareadstuff20 @zzhengyu @annybah

[iamyouknow-yours]

My first therapist participated in medical gaslighting - ie insinuating I was not autistic and that I was "just anxious" and not in fact chronically ill. Turns out I'm both. This fucked me up for years (still fucks me up tbh) and it delayed my diagnoses that could have radically changed my life. It also encouraged my mom and family to participate in said medical gaslighting and force me to go to school (which was actively harmful and traumatising for me and my sense of self worth).

I really like my current therapist. A lot. She is incredibly helpful. She's knowledgeable about autism and chronic illness and disability. She also actually listens to me and takes my feedback and just really gets me.

But goddamn if my choices were no therapy or my first therapist? No therapy all the fucking way baby!

My second therapist was also pretty shit and actively made my relationship with my mom worse.

So yeah jeez, therapists are still human beings who can be extremely biased and complex. And they are in a position of power over you where you make yourself vulnerable. So you really gotta make sure you trust them and that they have your best interests at heart and that they're not abusing their power (even unknowingly, like I don't think my first therapists were thinking mwahaha let me fuck up this patient, they just had extreme biases and blind spots and were ignorant about a lot of things).

Also!! There are different types of therapy. CBT is one of the most common types of therapy and it is really effective for a lot of people. But for others (especially neurodivergent people), it can be harmful. There are lots of types of therapy and not all of them work for everyone.

An incomplete list of things in no particular order that help me alongside therapy and alongside each other, all of them have pros and cons and fall short in some areas (also I'm still chronically disabled, none of it cured me, sorry)

Psych meds (there are so many types out there, I'm on 3)

Online chronic illness group chat support group

A good support system (excellent, weird friends - it's really important to be friends with weirdos, it's good for you, I'm a weirdo too) (also my mom <3)

Accommodations (mobility aids, stuff at uni like extra time, all that jazz)

An OT who specialises in chronic illness and neurodivergency

A dietitian who specialises in neurodivergency and has learned about my chronic illnesses for me

Having hobbies - create stuff, it's good for you. It's okay if you don't keep the same hobby after a few months. Just keep doing stuff.

Exercise (yeah I know but unfortunately doing some stretching and going for a walk with my dog does actually help my mental and physical health, does not cure me though shut up Barbara)

Meds n shit for physical stuff

Animals - having pets, I recommend, it's like touching grass but woah they're in your bed

Drinking enough water and eating regularly (again I know, it's not gonna fix you but dear lord I feel like shit when I don't do these things, and yes sometimes it's really fucking hard)

Journalling

A truly fantastic GP/managing doctor (I cannot state how much I adore her, she's so lovely and believes me and listens to me and just excellent)

Learning how to rest properly - did you know there are different types of energy and different types of rest? Obvious right but I was only resting my body and now I'm learning to rest my brain and get emotional rest and social rejuvenation and be in nature and have a sense of community - these are all important!!

Reminders (so many reminders) and google calendar (I know google sucks, give me a good alternative and I'll use it) and Shovel (I got it when it was cheaper, it's a planning app for adhd people that I can't live without for uni)

Media I enjoy - fics, youtubers, shows, movies

Leaving the house for fun reasons as much as I can (uni, errands, and appointments don't count, walking the dog half counts, but I need to leave and go to an event or cafe or go to a friend's house) (this ends up being not as often as I'd like but it's important to me)

Getting enough sleep (one of my psych meds has the truly fantastic side effect of making me sleep well practically every night. I can't state enough how much this is fantastic. Did not cure me though, don't worry, your aunt wasn't correct)

I have gotten quite a few asks which can be summarized as "my therapist doesn't believe me and keeps blaming me for my problems, but I know I have to stick with therapy if I want to get better-", and I need everyone to realize that therapy isn't inherently good and effective, nor is it always necessary for getting better. Having a bad therapist can actually be more harmful to your recovery than not having one! If your therapist makes you worse or doesn't help you, it's okay to walk away, whether to find a new one or to find healing in something else. You are in fact not morally obligated to see a therapist just because you're mentally ill.

[blueberry-bubbles130]

I Can’t stop thinking about another thing that fucked up Miraculous was introducing real historical figures.

Yes they say kwamii were responsible for real events: like Plagg killing the Dinosaurs, Plagg causing the Leaning Tower of Piza (just Plagg doing a lot of things) and it’s cool idea to think about. But it fucks up so much. They introduced Darkblade, which is a really cool idea; what if someone in the cast had a tyrant monarch ancestor. To which they never do anything with. Then you learn that Darkblade is based off a historical figure. @lordmartiya’s post explains it well. Which is okay, yeah you can believe it characters are based off of historical figures often. Sure….

Then miraculous goes and adds Jeanne d’Arc into the show!

This opens the floodgates, giving you more questions than answers. Because if they could add Jeanne, why couldn’t they then add the figure Darkblade was based off. And you might say “Blueberry, Jeanne d’Arc is more well known, people can at least recognise her name.” That’s fair but why include an historical figure to start with because it makes little sense for many reasons. Again with Jeanne, adult miraculous holders don’t have restrictions compared to the children. Jeanne had the ladybug miraculous that wasn’t broken. So why couldn’t she just create a bunch of stuff and then win! Because having the Ladybug miraculous makes you overpowered. Going back to Plagg, it messes up historical events and possibly the entire timeline of history.

This leads to my main point: other historical figures having miraculous. I’ll stick to medieval England and France because it’s what I know best. Like Henry VIII?! Can you imagine him running around with a miraculous! In fact let’s take a look at a set of historical events. With my favourite….

THE WAR OF THE ROSES!!!

Yes I will talk about this event and everyone involved at every possible opportunity. if even one of these nobles had a miraculous (regardless of which one) the fight either would have been drawn out for maybe another ten years. Or we wouldn’t even make it to the first Battle of St Albans! Richard Plantagenet would‘ve had Edmund Beaufort done away with as soon as he got one. imagine both of them with a miraculous! They’d be murdering each other every other day.

What the hell am I supposed to do with any of this information or any of the implications/interpretations you can take from this?! You could say that hypothetically Richard III got ahold of the rabbit miraculous and just sent the Princes in the Tower to an alternate timeline in miraculous. I’m not going to start with the time travel.

Then again, I could make some horror/crack au’s of historical figures with miraculous. Either a historical figure actively with a miraculous. Or the whole being able to contact past user’s memories thing. (Though I’ll change it to literal ghosts) like can you imagine Chloe running around with the bee miraculous with the ghost of medieval noble!

[delladuck]

who up pony-ing their ducks?

okay so a lot of this is unserious as hell. i wanted to explore potential designs for if they were mlp… i could have got more creative with duck family’s hair but i wanted to maintain important aspects of their initial design, keep them recognizable, yadda yadda yadda, you get it. i’m done for right now. also i’m unsure of how technology works in equestria so if, hypothetically, the billionaire pony (if that would even be something that’s respected in mlp i’m not sure, i’ve only seen episodes where they idolize celebrities for talent or art. but i guess he’s a business guy so maybe, yeah, he would still be well known. okay, solved it. this is literally just my train of thought written out, enjoy), if the billionaire pony can’t get his hands on a plane, then i’d assume della and launchpad would be hot air balloon pilots? i’m a big fan of them being earth ponies so… no, no wings for them. but if they can’t have a plane, then that’s probably means no rocket, so where the hell is della banished to? is it a fucked up air balloon expedition over a mountain range that no pony has ever crossed before? still to the moon on a rocket because mlp already doesn’t gaf about its technology consistency? i have no clue. just fun hypotheticals i’ve been playing with, same with these designs. i’m not sure how much i even like them but i had fun. and before you ask “where’s da cutie mark s?” i cannot for the life of me be bothered to come up with cuties marks. i cant. i wish i could, i have some ideas, but maybe that’s for a future post.

also you can see on the scrooge page (isn’t he funny? haha old man) there are doodles of me working out how their colors/genes work and how they are passed down. i wanted what i was doing to make sense. so the ducks have more of a cool color palette while the mcducks are more warm, i dont know. mcponies. mcpony. mcdonald’s french fries. i might change scrooge’s design… just thinking as i type. i didn’t use references for like any of these. i am lazy and rely on memory. only used it for scrooge and lp but it was out of necessity. ples forgive me if they look odd.

also i just know they wouldn’t have designed webby to look like a scrooge-clone if they were ponies instead of ducks. i don’t want to hear it. i disregard canon—she is a cute pink/purple pegasus and that’s that lol.

[mylovesstuffs]

Habits OT13 picked up from being with their s/o

Request: Hello can i request: habits svt got from being with their partners?pls🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Seungcheol – Checking in more often

Before dating you, he wasn’t the type to text much. But now, “Did you eat?” “Did you get home safe?” “Feeling okay today?” He started doing it because you always checked on him, and now it’s second nature.

Jeonghan – Saying “I love you” more often

He always showed love through actions but because you’re someone who expresses affection verbally, he started doing it too. Now, he randomly whispers “I love you” when you least expect it, even in the middle of teasing you.

Joshua – Mimicking your slang & speech patterns

If you have specific phrases or a certain way of talking, he 100% picks it up. One day, the members hear him say something like “Oh, slay” and immediately know that’s from you lol (reminds me of, very demure very mindful video of Joshua).

Jun – Adopting your little happy dances

If you do a little wiggle or jump when you’re excited, guess what? Jun does it now too. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until someone points it out.

Hoshi – Subconsciously leaning in for forehead kisses

Since you always give him forehead kisses, he now leans his head forward whenever he’s near you—whether he’s sitting next to you, hugging you, or even just standing around. It's muscle memory at this point.

Wonwoo – Laughing more openly

He’s always had a quiet, subtle laugh, but after dating you, he’s more open with it. You make him so happy that now he laughs more freely, even throwing his head back sometimes.

Woozi – Saying “hmm?” whenever he doesn’t hear something

You always go “hmm?” instead of “what?” when you don’t catch something, and now he does it too. The members were so confused when he started doing it because he never used to.

Dokyeom – Holding onto your sleeve or hand while talking

Since you have the habit of lightly grabbing his sleeve or hand while chatting, he unconsciously started doing it back. Now, when he’s excitedly telling a story, his fingers find your wrist without thinking.

Mingyu – Making your favorite drink/snack without thinking

It started when he would see you make the same drink/snack every day. Now, before you even ask, he’s already preparing it for you. Muscle memory kicked in hard.

Minghao – Subconsciously mirroring your habits

If you tilt your head when thinking, he does it too. If you rub your thumb against your lip when focused, he’s caught himself doing the same. He mirrors you a lot without even realizing.

Seungkwan – Complaining about things exactly like you do

You have a very specific way of ranting, and now, whenever he complains, he sounds just like you. The members immediately clock it when he says something in your exact tone and phrasing.

Vernon – Listening to your favorite songs on his own

Since you always play certain songs, he started liking them too. Now, you’ll catch him humming your favorite song while doing random things, and when you ask, he’s just like “Oh yeah, it’s good.”

Dino – Copying your way of texting

If you use a lot of emojis, type a certain way, or have a texting quirk, he now does too. The members were so confused when he suddenly started sending hearts or using cute speech.

[to-boldly-ship-mcspirk]

no worries, I very much agree with you in all your points, I just kind of seperated tos and snw in my mind. Idk if it's because I "care less" about canon, because I do, but snw is so different in so many ways that I just ignored the idea of it being canon and focused on it as its completely different thing, and I think that's why I'm able to enjoy and love it so much (and I really do, it's one of my favourites, especially because of the format of mostly self-contained episodes. Of course there are things I don't like, like spock/chapel - which I at least found fun in some aspects but generally didn't like the idea of - and especially the kirk/la'an storyline - don't get me started on that because I hated it)

but yeah, I very much see your point, because if snw is canon for the tos timeline (and apart from me deciding for myself that it isn't it officially is so I get this is kind of a me thing here) then chapel's characterization (and spock's for that matter) and many many well established facts don't make sense

all I can say is I initially regarded it as pre-tos canon because I feel like at first they also paid more attention to having it fit in, but pretty soon (with episodes like Spock Amok being E5) I just kind of seperated it in my mind, and episodes that went so clearly against canon kinda helped with it because even though I disliked some of it it also made me go "okay, this has to be a different thing" and look at them differently, which made them much more enjoyable than I would have thought at first

I also feel like with later episodes (like subspace rhapsody, which I absolutely adore) they kind of tried to diverge from canon themselves, and I wouldn't be very surprised if they'd reveal it's actually a different timeline later on (maybe just wishful thinking on my part, but I do feel like at first they just experimented with "different take on the same timeline" and shifted towards "this is a completely different thing")

anyway, now my response is also long haha, and idk if any of what I just typed made sense but those are just my thoughts. I do acknowledge that it doesn't matter much if I view snw as canon or not because officially it still is, but I just wanted to clarify how it is in my mind and why I do enjoy snw a lot despite agreeing with your points!

star trek used to be about gays in space

now they just make Spock kiss women

[the0p]

letters

based off of "to all the boys I loved before" cuse YES I AM A LOSER LIKE THAT FIGHT ME. mlm, fluff, and some spice?? very long story also a bit of a size thing going on cuse...yeah.

I sat on the floor of my bedroom writing yet another letter to a guy I had complications feeling towards.

it was a recurring patern in my life as the moment I shared something special with someone instead of telling them my feelings I'd write them down on a piece of paper and trow it in a box I kept under my bed.

it was a bit pathetic for sure, but can you blame me? love has never worked out for me before, so I much rather admire from a distance.

this letter was addressed to a guy in my school.

Jeong Yunho.

back in 6rd grade, me, him, and some other friends had a small party where we played spin the bottle. at the time a friend of mine had a crush on him that I knew about, so I begged for the bottle not to land on him, but of course it did. I was hesitant, but nonetheless, we shared a short, small kiss, which was my first. safe to say me and her are not on good terms even till this day.

the cringe letter was finished, and I folded it up nicely, putting it in an envelope and writing down his name on it before throwing it in the box and sliding it under my bed.

I didn't think much of it knowing they couldn't get out, so I chose to go to bed for the night.

in the morning, I rushed to the kitchen, my sister sitting on the sofa on her phone, ready to go as I ran around looking for my laptop.

"we'll be late, you know." she said, looking at me from the sofa standing up, trowing her bag over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, okay, i just can't find my computer. can you go back to my room and look? maybe I missed it. please?" I asked her with a pleading look, hoping she'd go check, and thankfully, with an annoyed groan, she agreed.

she came back after a few minutes computer in hand. "it was by your bed, clothes trown over it."

"Thank you so much." I said, taking it from her and rushing out the door to my car, her following not too far behind me.

the school day passed by normally. the usual boring classes until lunch period hit.

I never ate in the cafeteria as it was way too crowded for me, so I always camped out in the bathroom eating and scrolling through my phone. sure it wasn't the most sanitary thing to do, but it was quiet.

as I was enjoying my lunch devouring a sandwich I made in a rush I heard the door open a familiar voice coming trough.

"y/n? you in here?" it was yunho. I was confused about why he was looking for me, but I didn't make a sound, wanting him to leave in all honesty. I brought my legs up so he couldn't see which stall I was in, but sadly, my phone fell out of my lap as I did so making a lot of noise.

I knew he heard as he knocked on the door. I didn't answer until he slid my letter under the door.

my heart dropped.

I quickly put my things in my bag, stuffing the sandwich in my mouth, and opened the door.

"how did you get that?" I asked my words a bit muffled thanks to the food.

he stumbled back as I opened the door, putting one hand into his jean pocket.

"I found it in my locker this morning. you didn't put it there?" he asked obviously a but confused.

I was panicking. the thought of him knowing how I felt about him was one of my biggest nightmares. I shook my head, no trying to figure out how he could have gotten it and if any of the other guys got it.

he must have picked up on the panic "your hand writing is nice. I'm actually quite flattered you think of me this way."

his words caught me off guard. was he playing, or was he for real?

"Look, you were never supposed to get it. just forget about it, okay?"

"What if I feel the same way? do I still forget about it?"

I stayed quiet, staring at him, not expecting anything like that to come out of his mouth. he sighed, putting the letter in his bag and turning his attention back to me.

"it's actually a bit funny how you never picked up on any of the signs. I don't just go around the school campus trying to strick up a conversation, give compliments, and try to hang out with random people, but you seem quite obvious."

the last sentence struck a bit of a nerve. "I'm not obviou-"

my words were cut off by a pair of soft lips on mine. I was shocked, eyes wide in surprise, tho slowly I calmed down and returned the kiss my hand making its way to his cheek.

he pulled away first, both of us silent as we registered what we (he) just did.

he opened his mouth to say someone, but the bell rang, signalling us that lunch was over.

I pulled away, clearing my throat, and my ears a bit red from embarrassment.

"Let's talk after school, okay? we can meet you back here...if you want, of course."

he nodded the sweet smile on his face that I always adored. "See you then"

...........time skip............

I stood in the bathroom waiting for him. I was a bit scared he would end up not showing up, but I tried to have a bit of hope. my sister decided to go hang out with her friends after school. I didn't really have anything to rush.

20 minutes had passed, and he was still not here. it was upsetting, but somehow, I wasn't too surprised, so I just chose to leave. I got home relatively late as I had stopped at the store to get some food since our fridge was very empty.

my sister was already home sprawled out on the sofa watching a movie as I placed the bags on the kitchen counter.

"How was school?" I asked, glancing at her. for some reason, she was avoiding all eye contact and seemed a bit on edge.

"it was okay. how about you...?"

"it was...interesting, to say the least." I responded, putting the food away as she nodded and stayed quiet.

Once everything was done, I went into my room and instantly checked the box that I kept my letters in. the rest where there but the one yunho got. I instantly knew my sister must have done it in the morning. I wasn't mad, tho since maybe she even did some good?

I sighed and changed, choosing to put my homework off for a bit and relax for a bit to decompose everything that happened today.

it was calm for a while. silent even. until my sister barged in practically braking my door down as I quickly sat up from my bed worried that something had happened. i looked her way, a mischievous smile on her face as she pushed yunho inside my room.

wait, yunho!?

he stood there an awkward smile on his face as he looked around and back at my sister, who closed the door quickly.

"use protection!!" were her last words before she left us there.

I got up quickly and started picking up my clothes, throwing them in my closet to make the place some what clean.

"Hi yunho, I wasn't really expecting anyone, so it's a bit messy"

he laughed and took off his coat, placing it on my dresser that was by the door looking around the room. "it's okay. I did show up without a warning."

I hummed fixing myself up as well to not look too much of a mess.

"I'm sorry that I didn't show up today. I got held back in class. I promise I didn't do it on purpose."

his words seemed honest, and his face had regret written all over it. he walked closer to me, towering over me thanks to his height.

"I couldn't have even texted you a heads up cuse I don't have your number, and I'm so sorry"

I let him finish staying quiet. I had figured as much cuse he didn't seem like the type of person to do something like that. Once he was done, I just kissed him.

I didn't know I had the guts to do something like that but I was glad I did as he returned the kiss immediately his hands finding their way to my waist as mine wrapped around his neck pulling him down slightly.

it got a bit heated surprisingly enough, which I wasn't expecting.

we had moved to my bed making out. it was obvious to both of us that we've been wanting each other for a very long time as things wouldn't be going this far otherwise.

his hands moved up, and my legs, as I pulled away, taking his shirt off, pulling him back into the kiss, we were both getting desperate, but sadly, we got interrupted by my sister.

she came in, completely ignoring the sight in front of her, and sat down on my bed, throwing her homework next to us.

"help me." is all she said.

me and yunho were both very embarrassed, but nonetheless, we stopped what we were doing and both ended up helping her.

[otomehoneyybearr]

My First Dorayaki

Keith & Kagari

Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Bonus Card

I was sprinting at full speed through the streets of a town I had visited to procure books. 

Shady-Looking Man: "Stop right there, lady!!" 

(I should’ve known better than to wander around out of curiosity just because I don’t come here often!) 

And now, here I was, having accidentally witnessed a shady deal between some shady-looking men. 

(I need to run faster—come on, legs!) 

Without a clue about the layout of the town, I turned left and right, eventually ducking into a back alley. 

Keith & Kagari: "Huh?" "Hm?" 

Emma: "Huh…? Prince Keith and Prince Kagari?!" 

I froze in place, forgetting that I was even being chased, at the sight of the two unexpected figures. 

Keith: "What a surprise. I didn’t expect we’d run into you in this town, Emma. What a coincidence." 

Keith: "But why are you in such a hurry?" 

Emma: "Well, you see…" 

Shady-Looking Man: "There she is! You’ve caused us a lot of trouble, Lady!" 

(Wha— They’ve already caught up to me…?!) 

The men steadily closed the distance, blocking my escape route. 

Kagari: "Keith." 

Keith: "……Yeah, there’s no doubt about it. But no killing, okay?" 

Kagari: "Spending time with you will make my sword rust." 

Keith: "Emma, please step back a little." 

Prince Keith shielded me behind his back, while Prince Kagari kicked off the wall, swiftly maneuvering to position himself behind the men. 

Shady-Looking Man: "W-Who the hell are you guys?!" 

Kagari: "Just a demon passing by." 

Keith: "Or maybe the last people you’d ever want to meet?" 

Sandwiched between them, the men were helpless and were swiftly subdued by the two beasts. 

.....

—"Wait here for a bit." 

Following Keith’s request, Kagari and I sat off to the side of the plaza. As we waited, a sweet scent drifted through the air. 

Keith: "Here you go, Emma. A freshly made dorayaki." 

Emma: "Wow, thank you! But… are you sure?" 

(To think they’d help me and then offer me dorayaki too…) 

A large hand gently took mine, placing the still-warm, paper-wrapped dorayaki into my palm. 

Keith: "Actually, the reason Kagari and I are here is because we were searching for those men we just caught." 

Emma: "Really…?!" 

Kagari: "They’re part of a group that runs underground deals, causing trouble not just here in Jade but even back in my country, Kogyoku." 

Kagari: "And you, Princess, led them straight to us. You should be the one getting thanked." 

Keith: "Kagari’s right. Thank you, Emma." 

Keith: "In fact, a single dorayaki isn’t enough to show my gratitude. I’ll have to properly thank you later—" 

Emma: "No, no, the dorayaki is more than enough!" 

Emma: "Getting to see you both again, and even being of help, made being chased all the worthwhile.” 

Emma: "Thank you so much!" 

Kagari: "So is the chat over? It’s over, right? I’m eating my dorayaki now." 

Keith: "Kagari, you’re way too impatient." 

Kagari: “Freshly made dorayaki waits for no one.” 

Emma: “Haha, that’s true.” 

Emma: “There’s a bench over there. Let’s sit and eat.” 

I sat on the bench, flanked by Prince Keith and Prince Kagari. 

Keith: “Oh, sorry. I’m pretty big, so I might be taking up too much space.” 

Keith: “"If it’s too cramped or if I’m too close, don’t hesitate to tell me.” 

Kagari: “But you’re already sitting on the edge, aren’t you?” 

Keith: “There are other places to sit, so it’s fine.” 

Emma: “It’s not cramped or too close at all. Actually, you’re sitting so far to the side that you might fall off. Please come a bit closer.” 

Keith: “Really? Okay… just a little, then." 

(Really, just a little.) 

(But at least now there’s no chance of a prince of the nation sitting on the ground. Thank goodness.) 

I unwrapped my dorayaki and took a bite. 

Perhaps because I had been running around so much, the gentle sweetness of the red bean paste seeped into my tired body. 

(It’s delicious…) 

(Still, it really was a miracle. If I hadn’t run into Prince Keith and Prince Kagari, who knows what would have happened to me…) 

(…Next time, I’ll make sure to at least familiarize myself with the area before wandering around.) 

(Oh, that reminds me…) 

Emma: "The way you two fought in perfect sync in the alley was incredible! I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” 

Emma: "Was it because of that hellish training you once mentioned from your childhood?" 

Keith: “That’s what started it, yes.” 

Keith: “After that, we’ve trained together every time we met. I think it’s because we’ve memorized each other’s moves, timing, and speed.” 

Kagari: “Good for you. If you hadn’t remembered, you’d be going through hellish training all over again.” 

Keith: “...I’m so glad I remembered.” 

(So they weren't exaggerating—it really was something worthy of the name “hellish training.”) 

From Prince Keith’s distant gaze, I could sense the indescribable hardships he had endured. 

Kagari: “Speaking of hellish training, Keith used to bawl his eyes out after those sessions.” 

Emma: “Bawl?” 

Keith: "AHHH!!! Kagari, why are you telling Emma the one thing I didn’t want her to know?!" 

Kagari: “It just came to mind, so I mentioned it. I didn’t realize it was something you wanted to keep secret."” 

Keith: “It’s a dark chapter in my past…” 

Keith: “Besides, if she imagines a weed like me crying, she might end up having nightmares!” 

Keith “Actually… on second thought, crying might be one of the least embarrassing memories from back then." 

(A young Keith crying… I think that sounds kind of adorable.) 

Emma: “Prince Keith, do you have any memories of those training sessions that stand out to you?” 

Keith: “Me? Hmm, there are quite a few, but…” 

His gaze dropped to the dorayaki in his hands, and he let out a quiet "…ah." 

Keith: “A mountain of dorayaki, piled so high it was about to topple off the plate.” 

Emma: “A mountain of dorayaki?” 

Keith: “Yeah. On the last day of training, Kagari brought them to me…” 

●●●●●● Flashback ●●●●●●

Kagari: “One of them is special.” 

Keith: “.......Is it poisoned?” 

Kagari: “No.” 

Kagari: “Look—I ate one, and I’m still standing.” 

Keith: “That's true…What a relief.” 

Kagari: “Now eat it.” 

Keith: “O-okay. Thanks—urk!” 

Kagari: “Did you take a bite? Here’s the second one.” 

Keith: “P-Please wait, I haven’t even finished the first one yet!” 

Keith: “And… can I eat it myself? Since it’s a gift from you, I want to savor it properly." 

Kagari: "I don’t really get it, but fine." 

Keith: "……"

Kagari: "……"

Keith: "……"

Kagari: "……"

Keith:“Mmm…!” 

Kagari: “...!” 

Keith: “It has cream and strawberries mixed in with the red bean paste.” 

Keith: "Dorayaki comes in so many flavors. This is amazing!" 

Kagari: "I see. So it is good." 

Keith: "This must be the special one, right? Thank you, Kagari." 

Kagari: "Yeah." 

Keith: "But why did you bring them for me? And so many, too." 

Kagari: "Because when a student completes their training, it’s only right to give them a reward—a gold star, so to speak." 

Kagari: "I may be your friend, but I’m also your teacher." 

●●●●●● Flashback End ●●●●●●

 

Keith: "—It was the first time I ever received such a delicious gold star from a teacher."

Keith: "I remember feeling so happy I could have jumped for joy." 

(Somehow, it feels like I got to share a piece of that happiness.) 

Emma: "What a wonderful memory." 

At my words, Prince Keith gave me a gentle smile. 

Kagari: “I never expected someone who almost died several times to be that happy over dorayaki.” 

Kagari suddenly leaned against me.

His hands were now empty— maybe he was just at a loss for what to do with them. 

Keith: “You remember it too, Kagari?” 

Kagari: “It was the first time I’d ever gone to a shop to buy dorayaki myself.” 

Keith: “Wait, you bought them yourself?! I didn’t know that.” 

Kagari: “I just did the same thing you did. It’s not a big deal.” 

Keith: “It is to me... So you went and got them yourself…” 

(Once again, I feel like I’ve been gifted a piece of their happiness.) 

(The hellish training might’ve been brutal, but to these two, it’s an unforgettable and precious memory.) 

Without realizing it, I found myself smiling, just like Prince Keith. 

Suddenly, Kagari leaned closer, peering at my face as if studying my reaction.. 

Kagari: "You look like you really enjoyed that story, Princess. Did it interest you that much?"

Emma: "It did. Hearing about it warmed my heart and..."

Emma: "I realized you two are even closer than I thought."” 

Keith & Kagari “Not bad.” 

Emma: “Hehe, even that just proves just  how close you two are." 

(But maybe for them, it’s so natural that they don’t even think about it.) 

The memories they shared afterward left my heart feeling warm and full more than the freshly made dorayaki did. 

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[yourfavewriteress]

about that work crush (part 12) | jamie benn

(do you hate me for how late this is? please forgive <3)

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7 | chapter 8 | chapter 9 | chapter 10 | chapter 11

Teaser: "Your bedroom does have a lock, right?"

Your subtle miscommunication with Jamie was a wake up call to him: he had to do better communicating with you. He also had to make sure he separated his life as captain and the life he was interested in building with you. They couldn't be the same, especially if your paths had to cross again like it did with the reporter fiasco.

"Did you guys figure it out?" Tyler asked Jamie the next day, who was in the middle of his morning workout.

"Yeah, we're good."

"That girl is in love with you, man," Tyler replied. "Don't fuck that up."

"I don't plan on it."

You were in back-to-back meetings all day, especially as you started the transition to a permanent position with the team. You were drowning in paperwork, which just seemed like busy work.

You still had to nurse the "interim" in your title, but the next few weeks would require facetime with board members, donors, and a lot more training staff. With the shift, your schedule drastically changed, and you were spending a lot less time at the arena and more time around Dallas and neighboring cities.

Jamie hated it. Granted, he knew it wouldn't be forever but it was annoying that he couldn't just show up at your office on a break. The upside? More uninterrupted time at your places, like tonight.

“Ugh, you’re amazing,” You cheered after opening your front door, hugging Jamie tightly. “I love these.”

“I know, that’s why I brought them,” You could feel his chest vibrate as he chuckled, his scent filling your nose. He was holding a family size bag of your favorite candy in his hand that was not wrapped around your back.

“Okay, so,” Standing back, to look up into his brown eyes, “I ordered food.”

“Did you?”

“Yes. Don't say anything but I haven't eaten since, like, noon?"

He looked down at his watch as you allowed him inside and closed the door behind him.

“You are nuts," He laughed. "How have you not passed out?"

You rolled your eyes at him, but led him into your kitchen where you had just started to separate the food you had ordered. Jamie was clearly comfortable in your apartment, moving straight to your fridge and pulling out a beer for himself and your favorite wine.

These were the moments you were enjoying the most with Jamie. When you were able to exist together, and share small moments.

You could convince Jamie to watch anything you wanted, he was just happy to be with you. Tonight, you had tricked him into The Bachelor which was definitely not a show he would watch on his own.

He wasn't as focused on the show like you were, and took breaks to clean up after you guys were done eating. You would never complain about a man who cleaned. And, Jamie was clearly a neat freak which would work in your favor.

“This show is stupid,” Jamie mumbled to you, as he returned to his spot next to you on the couch. You laughed, getting comfortable again against his chest. His hand found its way to your side, his pinky finger touching your bare skin. His other arm was bent behind his head, most likely to keep himself awake.

“Do you want to watch something else?”

“You’re clearly enjoying it,” He shrugged.

“I can watch it anytime,” You replied, looking up at him. "I like to please my guests."

He laughed, turning slightly red which made your stomach do flips.

“Who do you think is going to win?”

“On The Bachelor?” He nodded. “Honestly, it’s hard to tell. But, I’m trying to not see any spoilers online so that I can authentically watch it. Personally, I’m going to hope that Madison wins, just because I think her and Peter really connect well.”

“Which one is she?”

You waited until she appeared on the screen, “Her. She’s really nice and stays out of the drama which is always a plus on this show.”

Jamie hummed in response.

“Seriously, we can watch something else, if you want?” You asked, sitting up slightly so that you could get a good look at his face.

He looked back at you, studying your features. With the shift in position, you could now feel his fingertips lightly tracing shapes on your exposed waist. 

“What?” You blushed, when many seconds went by without a response. You were feeling the intensity of his stare as well as the calmness of his touch and you didn't know what to do next. 

“I’m really sorry about the other day,” He said. "I can't stop thinking about it to be honest."

“Jamie, I already told you, it’s resolved. We’re good,” You assured him, reaching over to put your hand on his face. “If it was still an issue, trust me, you would know. I wouldn't be explaining The Bachelor to you.”

He smiled at you, “I know.”

“Just wait. One day, I’m really going to be in a bad mood and you’re going to have to deal with it.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” You studied Jamie for a moment, his arm flexed behind his head. Hot. His hair, somehow the perfect mix of messy and styled. Hot. His current grip on your side. Hot. Everything about him. Hot. 

Once you noticed that he was watching you watch him, you finally turned your attention back to the TV. “Stop staring at me.”

“I should be saying the same thing to you, but it doesn't bother me,”

“I wish I didn’t blush so freaking much,” You groaned, making him laugh again.

“Why? I like it, it’s cute,” He shrugged.

“That’s because you feel accomplished when you make me blush.”

“No, that’s because I’m grateful that you even talk to me, let alone blush because of me,” He said.

“You, big-shot hockey captain of one of the top teams in the NHL, is grateful to be talking to me?” You raised your eyebrows. “You’re crazy.”

“I play hockey for a living. I shoot a puck, skate around, and knock guys over. You, on the other hand, do real shit and help people through actual problems. I think your job is a lot more important than mine,” He argued. “So, you’re crazy.”

“You do the same thing, Jamie,” You rolled your eyes. “Kids battling cancer look up to you in their darkest times. When you go visit them, do you even realize how special you make them feel?”

“Of course, I do. But, that’s still nothing compared to you and what you’re working for every day. I wish I could do that stuff full time.”

“Jamie,” You sat up. “Yes, you play hockey, but you’re also a role model to anyone who watches you. Hockey is hard as shit, take it from me who still doesn’t know how to skate on the ice. Why do you think they made you the captain? Why do you think you’re the face of the franchise?”

“You know,” He sat up as well. “You make me feel amazing, I hope you know that.”

“Same to you,” You smiled, kissing his cheek. He kissed your lips after, pulling you closer to him. You relaxed into him, allowing him to guide damn near every body part of yours against his.

The size difference between you two was intoxicating for you, especially in moments like this when you really just wanted him to take control. You've had your fun in the past, but there was something about Jamie that made you want to relinquish control.

Jamie's phone started to buzz on your coffee table, interrupting your moment. But, Jamie never pulled away from you. He continued to kiss you through one round of buzzes, then silence.

"You don't want to check that?" You smiled against his lips.

"Not at all." He reattached his lips to yours, his hands traveling lower on your body for a second, before trailing back up to your hair. You moaned into his mouth as he gently pulled your hair, giving himself more room to lean into you.

His phone started buzzing again, forcing him to freeze in his movements. He kissed you one more time, before pulling away from you to look at his phone, his hands still tangled in your hair. “It’s Miro.”

“Answer it. It’s 11, it could be an emergency.” You watched as Jamie picked up the phone with his hand closest to the table, holding it to his ear.

“Hey, what's up, man?” You could faintly hear Miro’s voice through the phone. Jamie’s hand moved from your hair to the back of your neck, gently massaging the area. 

“I’m busy, man, not gonna lie to you,” Jamie smiled at you. You turned your head, kissing the inside of his wrist.

“Alright, alright, calm down,” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, just stay inside. I’m on my way.”

You waited as Jamie got off the phone with Miro. “What did he do now?”

“He’s hammered,” Jamie laughed. “And, needs me to pick him and Roope up, which also means make sure they get into their own beds in their own houses.”

“Captain’s duty, huh?”

“Always,” He said. 

“Well, I’ll take my candy now.”

He rolled his eyes again, this time at you. He reached behind him, handing you the bag of candy. 

“I’m sorry we can’t continue,” He said. “Watching the show, I mean.”

“Uh huh,” You laughed. “I know the team comes first.”

“Not a chance,” He shook his head. He leaned over, kissing you again. “I had fun tonight. Hopefully I can get a second date?”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it." He smiled, kissing you once more. “Text me when you get home?”

“Yeah, I will.”

-----

The perks of dating a captain of a NHL team included many team parties with free food and alcohol. At first, you were worried about how some of the guys would feel having you around during down time, but it felt like a big family.

You were intentional about checking in with players in sessions around your presence, and it seemed like they loved to have you around. And, you really liked the approval you had gotten for your relationship with Jamie. You finally felt like you could relax into your relationship and not hide.

Today, Jamie was hosting a low-key BBQ with the players and their families. He took hosting duties seriously: decorations, caterers and homemade food, and endless drinks. It was actually shocking how much he cared to foster a good environment for his guys, and it was really attractive.

He forced you to be hands off, citing that you were a guest no matter how many times you tried to argue. He spent most of the party traveling around the group, making sure everyone was having a good time. Once he was certain he checked in with everyone face-to-face, he took his moment to pull you into the kitchen for a few minutes.

You and Jamie were both in agreement to keep PDA light at team outings, but that didn't mean Jamie was going to keep his distance from you for hours.

He brought you a piece of Pavelski's wife's pie which you were basically devouring as he recounted the football game he just refereed between some of the guys' kids. He sat on his kitchen counter while you stood between his legs, watching the videos he recorded. Listening to his voice in the videos, you thought He's such a dad.

More than a few minutes passed by after you finished the pie, but neither you or Jamie made any movements to rejoin the group.

With your back against him, his hands were around your body, which was fine, until he started rubbing his hands up and down your arms and shoulders as he spoke about random things. If it wasn’t for your long sleeve shirt, Jamie would be feeling the goosebumps that he was causing.

“Jamie,” You whispered, cutting him off. “Are you good?”

“Yeah, why?” He furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at you. 

“A little handsy there, aren't we?”

“Sorry,” He blushed. “I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“I didn’t say stop,” You mumbled. "I just can't focus on anything you're saying when you're touching me like that."

“I'm sorry, baby," He replied.

"So, should we talk about when we’re gonna reschedule our sleepover?” You asked, turning around in his arms.

“I think planning it kind of backfired last time,” He said. “How about now?”

“What?” 

“I’m sure no one will miss us. I mean, we’ve been in here for 10 minutes and no one has come in." He was watching your expression, his eyes gliding over every part of your face as you considered his offer. What the hell.

"Your bedroom does have a lock, right?” You surprised yourself with your agreement.

Jamie laughed, nodding before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. "It does. And, I kind of already told the guys to host themselves."

“You’re insane,” You mumbled against him.

“If we’re not going upstairs, we have to stop now,” He breathed against your lips. “Seriously, I already need a cold shower.”

“Come on,” He gently pushed you back before stepping down from the counter. He grabbed your hand, pulling you upstairs.

“Slow down,” You laughed as he pulled you up the stairs.

He pulled you into his bedroom, pushing you against the door as soon as he closed it. He leaned over you as he locked the door to his room. “If someone knocks, it’s your fault.”

“No one told you to throw a barbeque today,” You smiled up at him.

“And, no one told you to show up looking this good,” He said, kissing you, using his bodyweight to hold you between him and the door.

His size is everything.

-----

“The food wasn’t terrible today, man,” Tyler joked.

“Why are you still here?” Jamie looked at him. “Everyone already left.”

“This love-hate relationship that you guys have going on is very entertaining to watch,” You added.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you guys later,” Tyler rolled his eyes. He gave you a hug before attempting to hug Jamie but he pushed him away. You shook your head as you hopped up to sit on the counter, exactly where Jamie was sitting before your moment upstairs.

As Tyler was the last guest out, he left you and Jamie finally alone at his place.

“Everything is mostly clean besides the grill, but I’ll clean that tomorrow. Everyone complimented your plates, by the way.”

“I told you,” You laughed. “You can get plastic plates and tupperware but it doesn’t have to be the plainest one.”

“Just take your compliment,” He teased as he finished washing his hands.

He walked over to you to stand in between your legs. “Did you have a good time today?”

“I had the best time,” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Which is always the case when I’m with you.”

“I feel like I can finally breathe around you now,” He mumbled before meeting you in a kiss. His hands moved to your hips, “Thank you for coming today.”

“No pun intended?” 

He laughed, “Not originally but I guess it fits, huh?”

"Thank you for waiting," You whispered to him. "I know I probably made you wait longer than you're used to, but I'm happy we waited."

"I was about to explode for sure, but I would do anything for you," He replied, "You're worth it."

"So, you still actually like me?"

"Are you kidding me?" He laughed, stepping closer to you, if that was even possible. He raised his hand to the ponytail in your hair, tugging gently to lift your lips to his. "I'm obsessed with you."

"I can't tell if you're real," You replied, looking over his features.

"Really?" He kissed you again. "5 months in and you still doubt me?"

"I don't doubt you, per se," You smiled when his hair fell over his eyes. "I doubt everyone."

"What can I do to get special treatment?"

"I think you've had enough special treatment actually," You laughed. "I should head home."

"You can't stay?"

"I didn't pack a bag and I'm off tomorrow."

"More reason why you should stay here because so am I," He said. " I have an extra toothbrush, and all the basic necessities you might need."

"On one condition," You replied. "Tomorrow, you have to make me your mom's pizza recipe. I've been thinking about it for weeks."

"Deal."

[noirsdoll]

I am LOVING your "Jimmy gets out of prison" AU, you capture him so well. Why do I have the feeling that Jimmy won't actually get a job just to spite Anya (he doesn't want to pay her child support). Also hearing that he isn't speaking to Curly, I can totally imagine it's Jimmy who refuses to speak to Curly because Curly told him he has to take responsibility of what he's done, Jimmy literally has 100+ missed calls from Curly ;_;

Ooh I can imagine the drama if Reader/Jimmy run into Curly and Anya somewhere (they're not together but Curly wants to help Anya and the baby)...

THANK YOUUU OMG its just a dumb idea that i cant stop thinking abt LMAO thinking abt babies a lot so this is like very baby centric IDK just anya as a mom cw for referenced abuse but like barely at all... enjoy!! not shipping curly and reader btw reader is loyal unlike jimmy... first part. second part.

You’re on baby duty today, and safe to say, you’re excited.

Anya has the cutest baby ever— a cheerful little monster that latches onto your finger and coos and makes all those adorable noises. It never fails to have your baby fever running high.

You’ve always wanted kids, but something’s always stopped you. You think it might be because of Jimmy— what he might say or do to them. And the way he gets with you, when he gets angry and nothing can console him.

You walk up to the door of her cozy little burnt-sienna house. The garden is overgrown with yellowing plants, and clusters of dandelions are sprinkled across the lawn. No time to garden with a toddler, unfortunately.

Knocking on it, you assume to see what you always do— Anya beaming at you with her kid balanced on her hip, warm earth tones and crisp silver jewellery.

Instead, your eyes drag up to a man you’ve never seen before— who looks equally as shocked to see you.

His frame is blocking most of the doorway, but you peek past it to the sliver of Anya you see in the living room. “I didn’t know you had company over,” you start, “I can come over another time.”

She smiles, “Oh, it’s no problem at all! Come on in!”

The man moves out of the way and lets you in. Your eyes lock onto the kid, who’s surrounded by an assortment of colourful blocks. You take a seat next to her and watch her tiny face light up at the sight of you.

“That’s just Grant,” Anya explains, “he helps out every once and a while.”

Grant? Like, Jimmy’s friend Grant? The guy that cut him off? “Oh, from your time on the Tulpar?” You glance over your shoulder as he moves to join you both.

“Yeah. Grant, this is—”

“You’re Jimmy’s girlfriend, right?” He’s staring like he has a problem with you. What’s his deal?

You just nod, trying to scope him out. “Yeah, I am.”

Both of you look at each other for a moment, all while Anya’s daughter suckles on a wooden block. Anya breaks the silence eventually, making a show of checking her watch and getting to her feet. “Looks like it’s feeding time for you, cutie.” She picks up her baby and smacks a big kiss on her head, who gurgles happily in return. She turns to you. “I’ll be a moment. You two should get to know each other.” 

As she disappears down the hall, you turn back to Grant. He frowns some more, before he finally says. “I heard Jimmy got out around a month ago— is everything going alright?”

You blink at him, shocked. Why does he care? Isn’t this the man that Jimmy claimed to have abandoned him? “Yeah, it’s fine.”

“He hasn’t… done anything to you, has he?” Grant steps forward and places a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to be soothing. The second you freeze, he pulls it right back.

“What are you saying?” You say, anger rising in your voice. You just met this guy like five minutes ago and he thinks he knows everything about you.

“Sometimes he… realizes what he’s doing only after he’s done it.” He glances down the hall. “With Anya... I just don’t want something like that to happen again. He frowns. “Let me know, okay? I can—”

“Our relationship is none of your business,” you snarl. This prick has the toughness of marshmallows— what could he ever do to affect Jimmy?

Finally seeming to sense your annoyance, he backs off. “Alright, alright. We don’t have to talk about it. Just tell the guy to pick up his phone every once and a while.”

“You’ve been calling him?”

He nods. “Yeah, I’ve been calling for the last two weeks. I tried to when he was in the compound, but he must’ve redirected them or something, ‘cause I couldn’t reach him.”

“He said that he…”.

Grant perks up at that. “What did he say?”

You shake your head. “Nothing.”

Anya comes back around the hall with a newly energized toddler in her arms. “Who’s ready to play?!”

Grant glances at you one last time. “I mean it, though. Call me, text me, anytime.”

You nod, off put by him just as much as you are endeared. You focus on Anya’s adorable baby girl, ignoring the buzzing of your phone in your back pocket as Jimmy realizes you aren’t home like you said you would be.