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directionernullneun · 9 months

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Part 3 - The Café

Here we go again. :)

This is the third Part to this: Part 2

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut and a bit angst if you squint

Words: 3292

Cursiv - Italien; Bold - Korean

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When you wake up the next morning it’s by the ringing of your alarm. You groan while turning around and pushing the snooze-button for 9 more minutes in heaven. You hear Jungkook soft breathing beside your ear, when you let yourself fall back into the cushions. His hand sneaks its way to your hips and pulls you closer again.

You sigh. God, you wish you could stay right here, but on Thursdays you have all the classes imaginable, and you were supposed to meet your best friend after that to study in the little café right beside campus. You were really looking forward to that the last few days, but now you could curse yourself for deciding to go for your masters degree. You sure as hell would have called in sick if you were working a normal job by now.

You could still cancel on your friend, but you knew that you would feel bad about it later. With Jungkook being on the other side of the world his friends sometimes saw you more, than your own – so you tried to never cancel on them ones the day was set.

Your alarm went off again.

“Just stay..”, Jungkook mumbled behind you, letting his hand wander from your waist to your chest, softly squeezing one of your boobs. You chuckled lowly, cuddling closer for a second, before actually getting out of bed. Jungkook whine followed you into the bathroom and you threw a look back. Your boyfriend was sprawled out over the bed, his head under your pillow, one arm hanging over the bedside. Smiling you started to get ready for classes, grabbing one of Jungkooks weirdly soft Hoodies to throw on over your jeans and vans.

“Baby, I gotta go. Text me, when you wake up for real”, you whispered into his hair, kissing his head. Jungkook grabbed your wrist weakly, turning his head and motioned for a kiss, which you happily gave him.

“I can come meet Y/B/F/?”, he asked, blinking his eyes open for the first time today.

“If you want to, sure. There will be People though, we’re supposed to meet in the café”, you said, stroking through his hair.

“Don’t care. If it’s okay with her, I would like to be there – see you”, he answered, making your heart swell. You smiled, grabbing his hand, and kissing his knuckles. “I ask her and text you later, okay?”, you said, kissing his head again and finally standing up.

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Four hours later you were sitting in one of the most boring classes you ever witnessed. While your professor was talking on and on about everything in the free market, you were more engaged with your phone. Or more likely with the conversation you were holding with Jungkook.

J: Should have stay here. I more interesting. ;)

You: So true. But I can’t miss this class, I have to take an exam in it, and I have no idea what is going on.

J: ….

J: Sitting there helps?

You snorted, trying to cover it up with a cough. Jungkook was kinda right. Sitting here or trying to learn everything from the documents you were sure to receive from the professor would probably not make much of a difference. Your best friend smiled at you from the corner of her eyes, before shoving her phone in front of you.

You know I wouldn’t be mad if you ditched me for Jungkook, right?

Your eyes started to water a bit, while reading the note. From the beginning she had been the most supportive from all your friends and family when it came to Jungkook. From figuring out, what your feelings towards the idol where, to booking flights and welcoming him in your group – she had been the true MVP.

I know. But I want to spend time with you, preferably both of you. So if you’re still okay with ending up on twitter, I’d love that.

You wrote, sliding the phone back. Your best friend grinned at that, threw her hair over one shoulder, and started typing.

Let’s see how many rumors there going to be if I am the affair.

You had to bite back a laugh at reading that. It would not be the first time that fans would state that.

You: Can you meet us at the cafè in like an hour?

J: Yeah, sure.

J: Happy about it

J: Love you

You: < heart >

When you arrive at your meeting point after your gruesome class you where more than ready to dive into Jungkooks arms. Opening the door and holding it for your friend, you scanned the room before spotting him in one of the corners, three drinks already placed on the table in front of him.

He smiled at both of you, hugging your friend tight, before animatedly telling her about remembering her order from last time. She laughed and took a deep swallow of her drink. “You did good, you actually did perfect. God, I want one like you too”, she mused. You smiled at their interaction grabbing Jungkooks hand and holding it tight. Your boyfriend offered her his big bunny smile before turning to you and kissing you deeply. “Missed you..”, he mumbled before pressing a seconds kiss on your lips and pulling you to his side of the table. After the first chit-chat between all of you had died down, you and your friend opened your papers, while Jungkook brought up his laptop.

“Uhh, careful big boy. That’s a Macbook, don’t you have a deal with Samsung?”, your friend teased, earning an eye roll from Jungkook. “Private time”, he said, throwing her a wink. You smiled at that, throwing the listening waitress a glare. She had come to your table three times in the last 30 minutes only having eyes for Jungkook. You had grabbed his hand at her second visit, cuddling closer to him by the third. Having other women thirst over your boyfriend was something you would never get used to.

“She still watching?”, he asked, as he looked at your gaze.

“Listening in, actually.”

“Just kiss him and she will probably die a painful death”, your best friend said, turning around and raising her eyebrow at her.

“Na, I just need her to understand, that he is not public inventory, that can be touched and looked at by everyone”, you said, while Jungkook kissed your head.

“Just ignore her. Let’s start with whatever we must do, to understand what was going on in that class.” You snort at that and pull up your documents. While you and your friend try to figure out what was going on in your class, Jungkook puts his headphones on and zones into his laptop.

Two hours later you have a headache coming on, a friend who is more concerned with getting spoilers about your boys’ new music than studying, at least two Teenagers taking pictures every time you so much as graze your boyfriends’ skin and absolutely no patience anymore. “Want to go?”, Jungkooks mumbles into your ear, while munching on one of the donuts he ordered for all of you.

“We can stay if you guys want. I’m just tired from people right now, I guess”, you state, while smiling softly.

“Nah, i am ready to go too. Productivity is over for today – or do you want to tell me, what that beat was you were working on?”, your friend says, grinning at Jungkook. You bite back a grin, while Kook only rolls his eyes.

“No.”, he states and closes his laptop dramatically. “Let’s go.”

You say goodbye in front of the café, grab Jungkooks hand and start to walk to your flat. Jungkook keeps chattering about all the little things he sees while roaming the streets of Verona and you smile through all of it. Your boy always had an eye for the things other people would never notice and seeing his eyes light up is the most endearing thing you have ever witnessed.

When you reach your flat, you dig out your key and Jungkook holds the door open for you to cross. Throwing your backpack into the corner you put your stuff on the Table and sigh.

“You good?”, Jungkook asks while hugging you from behind.

“Yeah, just tired..”, you say while snuggling back into him. You close your eyes, feeling him kiss your hair and breath in deeply. Giving your neck a quick kiss, he navigates you to the couch and pushes you down.

“Sit down then. I’ll make food and then we can watch a movie?”, he asks and you swoon. What in the world made you so lucky, you found this man? “Sound perfect”, you say and grab a pillow to snuggle into. You spent the next hour in and out of conciseness, watching him cook up something from the ingredients you’ve got left and choosing one of the K-Dramas you had started to watch together in the last weeks. When your flat smells like the most delicious things ever he brings over two plates and you sit up.

“God, this looks good. Thank you so much”, you say before starting to eat. Throwing you a wink and holding your hand under the table, Jungkook starts to eat too, giving his opinions on the on-screen-couple every five seconds. You laugh at his chattering, loving the way his doe-eyes light up, his dimple showing itself and the genuine relaxed state he’s in. In the last three years you had seen him – and most of his members – in various mind states. High on new success, stressed out by the pandemic, totally overwork, carefree while dancing and drinking. You saw all the good and bad things but seeing him relaxed was your favorite thing in the whole world – well maybe the second favorite thing. Top of the chart would always be the smoldering looks he threw you here and there when you were out together. The hidden but lingering touches accompanied with a wink or a knowing grin – like right now. While the couple on the screen had just kissed for the first time, Kook leaned his head to the side and smirked at you.

“We could do that better?”, he asked while already leaning in. His lips meeting your teeth because you couldn’t help but laugh at his statement. His shocked expression made you laugh even more, cuddling into his side and hiding your face in his neck.

“No better, that was worse...”, he mumbled while lowly chuckling and pulling you onto his lap. Putting your leg on either side of his hips you leaned up to look down at your boy. His hair wasn’t styled, falling into his eyes a bit. Pushing one of the strands back you leaned down to give him a real kiss.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Need more.”

Letting his hands roam over your knees up to your hips and softly squeezing your butt, Jungkook kept kissing you, muttering small affirmations. You couldn’t help but shiver, when his hands wandered under your (his) hoodies pulling it up, only leaving your lips, to get the piece of clothing over your head. Throwing it over the back of the couch, he leaned his head back, looking at you with soft eyes.

“Let me love you?”

You sighed. Your day had neither been bad or extremely good and sex hadn’t been on your mind at all. Seeing him under you let your blood rise either way but you where way too comfortable to actually do something about it. You looked at him, felt his hands under the shirt you’ve been wearing beneath his hoodie and feeling your heart stutter. He was just the most beautiful and thoughtful guy on this planet, and you knew he’d be perfectly happy with just cuddling you. But you couldn’t deny that you wanted to feel his skin on yours, the thought of his breathless moans making you squirm in his lap.

“Just..Slow, please?”, you whispered, bumping his nose with yours. His eyes widened and he shook his head. Confused you raised your eyebrows sitting up abruptly. Was he actually serious right now? Trying to get up from his lap, he grabbed you by the waist and pulling you close.

“No, no. We don’t need..I don’t…Let’s just cuddle. We don’t need to have sex. Don’t be mad, please. I’d never make you. Just wanted to help you relax, I never meant anything else, please”, he said, hiding his head between your shoulder and your neck. Your heart was still pounding. You actually had thought for a moment, that he didn’t want to take it slow. You should know he would have never meant it that way, but who knew?

“Kook, it’s okay. I just thought by shaking your head you meant, you don’t want to go slow”, you said, kissing and stroking his hair.

“Always slow, love slow. Everything you want. I’d never say no to that, i was shaking my head, because I thought you thought you had to say yes. You don’t need to, you know. Never what I want, always want what you want”, he answered and looked up at you. His eyes as big as they got, he was starring up at you, searching for his answer. You smiled down at him grabbing his face between your hands and pressing a deep kiss to his lips. “I know. We’re okay, Kook”, you whispered while looking into his eyes. He visibly relaxed in your hold, leaning his head down beneath your chin. You rested your cheek on his head, caressing his back. His hands drawing circles on the skin of your hips, never straying higher or lower. “I want to sleep with you, but I also kind of don’t want to move”, you say. “Don’t move, just sit here. On me”, Jungkook replies, moving his head so he can see your eyes. His hands grip your hips, slowly moving them back and forth and you groan into his neck. He knows exactly that you love riding him, love having his cock inside you as long as you want. “Need to get naked for that”, you whisper, his heated gaze meeting yours. “No problem”, and before you can outer another word, your shirt is off, his following seconds after. He squeezes your butt softly, pushing you up a bit, so he can get your pants open and further down. Laughing you let yourself fall to the side to help him get the offending piece of clothing of. Your panties leave your body soon after before Jungkook grabs you and pulls you over his lap again.

Kissing you, he reaches down between your legs, stroking your already wet folds and slowly pushing one of his long fingers in. You moan quietly and let you head fall onto his shoulder, while moving your hips on his finger.

“Yeah, baby. Keep going, take what you need”, he whispers in your ear, his breathy sounds creating shivers down your back and over your legs. You whimper, when he moves to push a second finger inside you, moving his other hand to your boob, squeezing it softly before opening his jeans with one hand, pulling his already hardening cock out. You watch him stroke himself from above, his fingers closing around the thick head, twisting his wrist the way you know he loves. You loosen your grip on his shoulder, stroking down his chest and put your hand right above his, caressing his length together, while his fingers keep up their steady rhythm inside you.

“Inside me…Kook, please. Inside me”, you plead. Jungkook groans as you push your thump over the slit on his head, collecting the steady stream of precum flowing out. His fingers leave you – not without your protest – but he needs both of his hands, to rid himself of his jeans and underwear. You stand up, helping him remove the pieces, throwing them beside the couch the second their off.

“My socks, baby”, Jungkook laughs, as you push him back on the couch, straddling his hips and grabbing his cock.

“Nobody cares about your socks, right now. Trust me”, you answer seconds before the most obnoxious moan leaves your mouth. Sitting down on his cock always reminds you, why you love this exact position. Feeling him stretch you out, his hips under your legs, his hands on your ass, mouth loving on your boobs, you could happily stay like this forever. Jungkooks hands wandering from your ass to your hips, moving them back and forth brings you back to reality. You open your eyes, locking gazes with your boyfriends’ sparkling eyes. Sweat coating his hairline, he leans his head back against the couch and pulls you right against his chest.

“You said you don’t want to move, so let me do the work, women”, he grumbles into your ear, before his hips snap up and he pushes himself deeper inside you. You moan again, whimpering his name while clinging to his neck. Rotating your hips on him, he pushes in and out of you with slow but deep thrusts – exactly how you wanted him to. The problem? You kind off don`t want it slow anymore. You want his hips to slam into yours, want to feel him cum so deep inside you.

“Faster, Kook. Please, want to feel you cum.”

He groans beneath you, following your wishes asap. Throwing your head back, you sit up, moving with him, making you hot all over. His hands wander from your hips to your boobs, pinching your nipples. You shiver, your muscles already starting you contract at the feeling. “Can feel how close you are, cum for me baby. Wanna make you feel good”, he says, sneaking his hands between the two of you, finding your clit. You can feel yourself nearing your high and when he starts to fuck you in earnest, never leaving your gaze you fall. Jungkooks hands encircle your waist, holding you through your orgasm and leaving kisses all over your head and shoulders. You feel yourself clear up and sit back up. “Wanna feel you too, take what you need, baby”, you whisper in his ear, raising up on your knees and dropping back down on him. Jungkook head falls on his chest, eyes closed, hands gripping your waist. He groans, opening his eyes back up and watching his cock disappear inside you. You feel him twitch, his body tensing up a second later and filling you with his warm cum. It takes a minute or two for both of you to come down, sharing soft kisses before you get up and giggle about his cum running down your legs. You make your way to your bathroom, taking care of business and pulling your hair into a new bun.

When your back in the living room, Jungkook has already moved all the dishes into the kitchen and apparently grabbed your clothes and neatly folded them onto the couch. Standing butt-naked in the door to your bedroom he holds out his hands and pulls you closer when you grab it. “Bedtime? Can watch movie from there?”, he asks and kisses you on your nose. You sigh. Your boyfriend is just perfect.

“Yeah, let’s go. But you have to cuddle me.”

“Deal.”

And when you look at your phone an hour later, cuddled up under the blankets with Kook laughing at one of his favorite Youtubers beside you, you don’t care that your little café-date actually ended up trending on twitter. #JKslovetrip makes you smile to yourself and for the first time you like scrolling through your timeline when you see yourself on there.

…. even if your best friend is somehow again rumored to be the affair.

#jungkook #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkoooook #idol!jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #bts fic #jeonjungkook #jungkook smut

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gratefulgirlies · 1 month

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august 24th- growth diaries

studying, going to the airport and stuff💐

woke up at 9 accidentally bc I snoozed my alarm

studied as much as possible, 9-3pm, one 20min break (I haven’t been this focused in MONTHS)

at 4 I left for the airport 🧳

the flight was at nighttime but it also got delayed so I spent the evening waiting at the gate (I love trying perfume samples at the duty free so you can imagine how many scents I had on by the end)

the airport at 3am or late at night is very charming, so overall I had a great time:)

remember the book I had started at the seaside? I finished it during the flight:)

I also got to listen to my favorite playlist which was great:)

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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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So I'm currently stuck in the airport due to weather delays (and have been for the last two hours L.O.L. 🙃). How would the members of Stray Kids handle this situation/help pass the time?

stray kids waiting for their plane

genre: general

warnings: not proofread

a/n: sorry ✈️ anon this should've been done first out of all your requests but hey-ho, here ya go

bangchan

you can't tell me this man is going to do anything other than sleep

like.... oh my plane has been delayed? okay then, wake me up in 3 hours ig...

that's so him

he's got his travel pillow wrapped around his neck already so he can pretty much fall asleep at any given point if he feels like it

so who's gonna stop him?? cos i ain't???

minho

he will go on a little walk around the airport

grabs a good ol' starbucks frappuccino and goes about his business, gazing around the shops for nothing in particular

might get some cute little gifts for his friends or his cats while he's at it

but overall he's just walking around like the model he is, probably stealing a few people's hearts in the process

like you can't tell me he won't be your airport crush if you saw him in that setting fr

changbin

gets a meal for himself because he's been waiting so long and he still isn't on the plane yet??

ain't no way he's paying for that overpriced stuff of the plane, nuh-uh

so he gets a takeaway and likely spends the rest of his time on his phone, texting someone and ranting about his delayed flight on the internet

but overall his mind is preoccupied. he keeps checking to see if it's finally time for his departure after waiting so long

hyunjin

might just whip out his sketchbook and start drawing the pretty people he sees when waiting in the seating area

either that or he's hititng th eshops

and it's not like he needs any new stuff, but he ends up buying new clothes and accessories for his trip just because he can

and honestly, i don't blame him. it's a bit of fun!

might also buy a book, for good measure

jisung

another sleeper

he's already done. like he doesn't wanna be there and is frustrated that he has to wait more time for his plane to arrive

so he might have a little snooze if he can

either that or he's popping his headphones on and walking around, seeing if there is anything that could possibly peak his interest while he waits for his plane

felix

plays game son his phone most of the time

i mean

he's got enough games on there to last him the whole day anyway so why not put them to good use!

but if he gets that bordd he might do a lil shopping spree, definitely getting some sort of croissant or other baked good to keep him going

i also see him buying little knick-knacks and gifts for people because my boy loves giving <3

seungmin

he's got a few books packed, so he might grab one and dig into it while he waits for the plane

but if the book isn't grabbing him, he might go for a walk around the airport, earphones in as he window-shops with no intention to buy anything

he is also a keen people-watcher, which is a great habit to have at the airport because there is so many different people from every walks of life. it's safe to say he's going to have fun observing people and lowkey judging them lmao

jeongin

hits all the shops

and the food hall of course

to pass the time, he wants to eat different types of food

1, because he's hungry. 2, because he's bored. but 3, he thinks that if he fills up on food that when he does get on the plane, he if more likely to fall asleep, making his plane ride ultimately more quicker. that's pretty smart tbh

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skatingbi · 3 months

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Hey...wanna read some kagurabachi headcanons? I got some for yall :)

Btw Angst warning bc im a sad bitch and can only write angst properly im sorry in advance

Chihiro suffered burn injuries the day his dad died. They'd likely be on his arms or at least the front part of his body.

Hakuri has scars along his fingers, knuckles, and forearms. They range from burn marks to patches of skin healed incorrectly from peeling.

He also has crooked fingernails and arthritis in his hands

Hakuri is albino :)

Chihiro used to read a lot as a kid, and I feel like he'd still read the books he managed to save from his home at night when he cant sleep

He also has insomnia. So does Hakuri, so they stay up late talking about what's bothering them and it becomes an unspoken tradition.

Shiba still trains Hakuri even after the auction, and Hakuri looks up to Shiba like a role model. They usually train at night.

Chihiro is an EXTREMELY light sleeper. Hakuri is fighting for his life not to toss and turn in his bed too loud but he fails every damn time LMAO

Since Hakuri was in fight or flight canonically for so long he definitely becomes a heavy sleeper after escaping his family. Bro is dead to the world once he relaxes enough for his insomnia to not be as bad. He's fucking gone, snoozing away even

#kagurabachi #chihiro rokuhira #hakuri sazanami #shiba kagurabachi

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bradshawsbitch · 2 years

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white christmas | bradley bradshaw x f!reader

this is my contribution to @notroosterbradshaw 's #hello december playlist challenge! my song was 'white christmas' by bing crosby - so feel free to listen to that to get in the mood!

what to expect in this fic: Bradley couldn't remember the last time he hadn't spent Christmas on some type of naval base. After all, he figured it would be better to work through the holiday than sit all on his lonesome. Lucky for him, his girlfriend of two years has other plans this Christmas. You can expect northern lights, snow lanterns, a little good ol' whimsical fun in the Swedish wilderness!

warnings: afab!reader, she/her pronouns, christmas content, santa clause, reindeers, foreign countries (if you're not swedish), mentions of ditching a plane, mentions of security measures on planes (listen, I couldn't help myself. I used to be a flight attendant), mentions of alcohol, l-bombs, random information about swedish christmas tradition, fluff, whimsical stuff.

disclaimer: this was such a fun challenge! and I went a little self indulgent and figured I'd teach y'all some swedish christmas fun! I added some links along the way to help visualize some Swedish stuff that people perhaps have not encountered before. enjoy!

Bradley was sat by the window seat of the Airbus A330 from Chicago. Glancing over to his side, your head had already settled on his soft, hoodie-clad shoulder. During your previous flight from LAX (in a smaller Boeing 737-900), you’d been granted the window seat. On this longer flight though, Bradley had offered to sit by the emergency exit over the wing.

The flight attendant had looked so relieved it was almost comical. They were always surveying their passengers, and he was grateful that they took the extra step to make sure able bodied and stronger looking people were sat at the emergency exits should they need to evacuate.

His girlfriend had given him a small smirk as he’d sat down at the emergency exit seat, and he could tell she was about to tease him light-heartedly. “Oh, I’m a pilot,” you’d giggled, soothing your words with a soft kiss to his shoulder. Bradley had only offered you a smile back, and as he felt the aircraft vibrate for takeoff, he’d smirked and decided to annoy you further, leaning over, letting his lips ghost by your ear as he murmured:

“V1,” as the aircraft hurtled by the last safe speed for which the runway would allow it to stop in case of engine failure or error

“Rotate,” he continued, right as the nose rotated and started it’s ascent, mimicking the words currently spoken in the cockpit by the first and second pilot. He’d snickered as you rolled your eyes, muttering “Show-off,” before turning to read your book. That had been at the beginning of your twelve hour flight, which was now soon coming to its’ close - with you snoozing softly on his shoulder.

He glanced over to the other emergency exit across from him, where a woman in her late 40’s sat with a crossword. Bradley had heard her tell the attendants that she too worked as a crew member, and was very familiar with the procedure should they need to make an emergency landing, or ditch.

Just the thought of ditching this enormous plane made him shudder. He was quite glad that he’d never attempt it in his jets. More often than not, even with a bigger, slower flying aircraft, landing on water was tricky. If the water was rough, a bigger aircraft like this sometimes broke off in the middle. It wasn’t impossible though, and he spent a good 5 minutes thinking of successful ditchings before kissing the top of your head, inhaling the sweet scent - one that instantly brought him peace and comfort. The rest of your flight to Stockholm Arlanda airport was uneventful, some turbulence here and there but it was to be expected.

As Bradley took in the sight of you snoozing on his shoulder, he couldn’t help but smile. Bradley hadn’t asked for leave from work over the holidays since he’d joined the Navy. There was never a reason for him to be home over Christmas, and most years he’d actually ask if there was any available work for him, just so that he’d have something to do on what most would consider one of the more cheerful days of the year. The exception had been last holiday, when you’d asked him if he wanted to come around for dinner with your parents to celebrate Christmas; the year before that your relationship had been relatively new, and you’d exchanged gifts on the 26th instead.

So, last New Years, after a few too many drinks - Bradley had confided in you his secret of having worked during the holidays since his early twenties - and that he’d often been stationed somewhere there really wasn’t any snow, and how he really wished for one of those White Christmases that you saw on TV. Bradley would be the first to admit he got sappy when drunk, but your response had been so sweet - promising him a white Christmas next year, and he was almost sure he heard you swear that he’d never have to spend Christmas alone again.

And so, a few days into the new year, the two of you had begun to plan the journey you were currently on. A journey that would take you deep into the Swedish snow, up in the north where a small village called Jukkasjärvi lay. You’d decided upon it together, both agreeing that staying a night in the iconic ice hotel was a sure thing for the Christmas bucket list.

Bradley knew his girlfriend had spent the entire year researching everything Christmas-related in Sweden, and he also knew she was dying to tell him every single thing she’d found. The two of them had scoured the internet for fun things to try whilst in Sweden, and they’d narrowed it down to a list they figured they would manage during their two week stay.

The first week was for exploring, experiencing their bucket list, and lastly, Christmas. The second week would be for lounging, relaxing and just generally enjoying each other’s company in the wooden cabin they had booked for themselves for the second week. Bradley had insisted on one of the cabins that had a sauna, because he desperately felt he’d need one in the cold climate.

You had teased him, asking him if he knew that it was tradition in the northern countries to sauna in the nude, and then roll in the snow in between sessions. He told you promptly that he did not know that. It sounded almost like a torture tactic. After he’d told you so, you’d forgone telling him about the use of smaller tree branches as whisks to whip against your back. He wasn’t ready for that information yet, you’d decided.

As you successfully landed at Arlanda airport, the two of you sleepily made your way underground for the next part of your travel itinerary. You’d decided that you might as well take the night train to Jukkasjärvi as soon as you’d landed, and you’d only have to switch to a bus when you made it to Kiruna, a town that lay only 30 minutes away from your final destination.

Getting comfortable in the bunk bed you’d booked, Bradley smiled as you snuggled up against his chest and fell fast asleep. Bradley, however, found himself too excited to let sleep grasp at his consciousness just now. He was spellbound as his eyes gazed out at the gray night sky, already seeing thick snowflakes falling around the moving train. But soon, the warmth of your body, the gentle rocking of the train, and the flurry of snow outside the window of the compartment had him lulled to sleep.

Bradley was fucking freezing. Of course, he had anticipated that the Northernmost cities or villages of Sweden would be cold, but this was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He was surprised to find he liked it. It kept his head surprisingly clear as he inhaled the icy air.

He was suddenly glad the two of you had researched extensively what type of gear you’d need to sleep in a hotel made of snow and ice, because his wool thermal underwear, his fleece midlayer, his balaclava, warm hat and mittens kept his body sufficiently warm in the coveralls the ice hotel had provided you.

He snuck a peek at you, where you stood, enraptured by the guide that had welcomed you. The guide had first informed you that the temperature was about -15 degrees celsius, which meant that it was roughly 5 degrees fahrenheit. The guide then started telling you about the Polar nights, or as they called it, mid winter nights “Oh my god, Bradley that sounds magical” you whispered to him, your voice laced with an endearing amount of excitement.

He smiled down at you and squeezed you close to his side to show he was excited too. The polar nights were a period of time in Lapland where the sun never dared to show itself, the guide expressed, and the only light they got were two hours near noon that they called “blue hours”, when the night sky turned a little lighter blue, and the white snow reflected that soft light to make it illuminate the nature just a little bit. Your eyes were twinkling excitedly, and Bradley thought he might not have seen anything more beautiful in his life.

You were looking up at him, giggling softly as the hot breath made wisps of smoke appear in the cold air. “You have ice in your mustache, Roos,” you murmured, in awe of the fact that almost every single individual hair of his mustache had ice crystals on them, on the bottom from the moisture of his lips, and the top from where he exhaled warm air onto it.

Rooster was pretty sure he could feel the hairs in his nostrils freezing as he inhaled - it was a weird sensation, but something he got used to surprisingly quickly. “Yeah, well your eyelashes are icy too,” he mumbled with a quick smile before nudging your side, to make you turn your attention back to the guide.

The guide was smiling at the two of you, explaining how the inside of the ice suites were actually about -5 to -7 celsius due to the insulation that the snow and ice provided (Bradley thought that sounded like a contradiction if he ever heard one), which was about 19 degrees fahrenheit.

As the tour ended, the two of you made your way into the hotel. Bradley was blown away at the detail with which the artists had sculpted ice to look like art. He could hardly voice how in awe he was, which caused him to just gape and stare at the interior. You, on the other hand, were ohh-ing and ahh-ing and pulling on his hand to drag him further in to explore the ice bar, and the ice church. The two of you shared a very cold drink in one of the bars icen glasses, giggling and sharing an excited kiss over the first drink of the night.

“Happy holidays, Bradley” you sighed happily, leaning your body into him. Bradley was used to having you close, so the distance your thick clothing provided had him whining softly at not being able to have you closer to him.

“Happy holidays, my love. This is already above and beyond any of my wildest dreams right now,” Bradley confessed into your beanie clad head, pressing a soft kiss to the fabric, hoping you felt the sentiment of it. It seemed you did, since you offered him a breathtaking smile that had his heart doing double time somewhere under all his layers of clothing.

“We can’t forget to watch for the northern lights tonight!” you reminded him softly, sipping on your drink. He shook his head, smiling at your eager tone. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, sweetheart,” he had listened to your calculations, and the general knowledge you’d picked up about the aurora borealis, and he hoped you’d get to experience one tonight.

After a chilly night in the ice suite, you spent the rest of the week in your booked warm hotel room, enjoying fancy dinners during the evenings (which, admittedly, didn't always feel like evenings due to the almost constant darkness), treating yourselves to glasses of prosecco and wine. Giggling with each other in the room beforehand as you dressed up fancy. Bradley alternated between slacks and a button-up, and full blown suits. A favorite of yours was his navy blue one, that he wore tonight, on the 22nd of December.

“Have I told you that you look gorgeous in this?” you said, voice a low murmur as you slung your arm around his neck in the elevator on the way to the dining hall.

“Nope,” Rooster smirked, dropping down to give you a breathtaking kiss “But thank you, sweets. You look real handsome,” he teased, noticing that you referred to him as the endearment he most used for you - ‘gorgeous’, switching up the endearment to the one you most used for him - ‘handsome’. But he’d have likened your look to ‘beautiful’ in all reality, because that’s what he could best describe your deep green attire, hair and makeup all done up and pretty.

As you sat down to eat, you figured you’d go over the plans you had for the morning. Bradley had been looking forward to this one all year. You’d booked to go sledding, to see the reindeer farm located on the native Swedish land.

Bradley and you had spent countless hours searching for the perfect place to be able to interact with the reindeer, and the perfect opportunity seemed to be close enough, with a museum of the Sàmi customs and cuisine, which gave you a two for one experience - culture and some good old fashioned Christmas experiences.

“What if we see Santa?” you exclaimed excitedly as you raised your glass to your lips. “Why would you say that?” Rooster furrowed his brows, feeling like he might’ve missed something important here

“Roos, he lives here!” his girlfriend exclaimed, as if mortally wounded that he did not know that Santa Clause resided in Jukkasjärvi. “I thought he lived on the North Pole?” Bradley laughed, and you shook your head vehemently “No, babe. The Swedes insist he lives here, in Lapland. Of course, I saw some forums argue he lives in Finland - but I choose to believe he lives here. Wouldn’t it be great if we saw actual Santa?”

Bradley could only smile at your satisfied smile over the rim of your champagne glass, a determined twinkle in your eyes. He loved the fact that you were kind of whimsical, trying to make this a real White Christmas for him to remember - and he couldn’t exactly help that it made his heart grow three sizes.

“And how is it that you know this then?” Rooster inquired, smiling softly as you took a bite of your meal. He had an inkling that you’d gone all in for the research, to surprise him with fun facts during your trip. Your bashful smile confirmed his suspicions.

“Well, I might have read up on Swedish Christmas traditions - wouldn’t it be fun to follow them? I’ve even booked their Christmas smörgåsbord!” Bradley couldn’t help but throw his head back and laugh at the excited sparkle that hid beneath your lashes, his chest filling with warmth for his girlfriend again. “There’s a Christmas smörgåsbord? Is that tradition?” he inquired curiously.

“Yup! There sure is. They have small sausages, meatballs, of course, and a ham that they eat with sweet mustard - and some weird pickled herring. I’m a bit wary of those, but we have to be brave, Bradley. We have to show the vikings we’re one of them,” your soft giggle mingled with his laughter, as the soft voice of Bing Crosby meandered through the dining hall, singing about White Christmas as the snow fell peacefully outside of the window.

“Is that on the 25th, then?” you shook your head no, “Swedish folk celebrate Christmas on the 24th. Which makes sense if Santa lives here! He’ll do these countries first, and then come to us. I knew that man couldn’t possibly do the whole world in one day!”

As dessert was served, and your glasses began to empty, the two of you were feeling giggly, sleepy and all around filled with warmth and Christmas cheer. As you stood up after having paid, Rooster wrapped a large arm around your frame, pulling you into his chest to place a lingering kiss on the top of your head. “This was one of the best ideas we’ve ever had, darling,” he murmured, placing a couple of more kisses against your temple as you slowly made your way up to your room.

Cold, biting air nipped at Roosters cheeks as the sleigh moved forwards in the snow. It was a clear sky today, which heightened the chance to see the auroras considerably, you’d told him happily after the two of you enjoyed a lengthy breakfast together. You’d made Bradley try some Swedish spread called ‘kaviar’ to which he retched for a good three minutes, before he swore revenge upon you, making you giggle as he pretended to glare at you.

Bells were softly jingling as the large horses trotted along the small streets through the tiny village, headed towards the snow clad boreal forest. Bradley was squinting to see the houses that lined the streets. Some of them had snowmen and women in their front yards, but many of them had weird, cone shaped little snow buildings by the entrance to their homes.

He furrowed his brows, pointing with a mittened hand in the direction of one before he asked out loud “What are those little lit up things? Are those made of snow?” he watched as you turned your head to inspect them too, before the driver of the carriage half turned and smiled.

“Those are snow lanterns,” he spoke, before gently saying something in Swedish to one of the horses to calm it before continuing “they’re made out of snow. Mostly children will make them by making snowballs, and arranging them in a cone shape. Their parents will then put a candle in the cone as the dark falls, and it works as a pretty lantern the children can watch from their windows before they go to sleep. Some parents tell their children that’s how Santa will find their houses.”

Bradley thought to himself that if he ever had any children, he’d make snow lanterns with them to make sure Santa and his reindeers found his house. The smallest stitch of sorrow settled deep within his chest, before he caught sight of your face - looking as enamored as he was by the idea of snow lanterns.

“Maybe we could make one later?” Bradley told you softly, smiling down at your bundled up form. “Sadly, the snow is too dry to form anything. They must’ve made these earlier in the year, when the snow was still wet.” the driver said before turning around completely to steer the horses into a narrow path in the woods. At this, your face lit up, and Rooster could tell that that was something you had read up on.

“Roos, did you know that the native people of Sweden are said to have about one hundred different lexical words for snow? Like the quality of snow matters!” you looked so beautiful like this. The soft light of the day, the crystal white and sparkling snow whirling all around your face, cheeks cold and eyelashes frosted. He had to take a deep breath to settle himself, a lopsided, goofy smile on his face. “Is that so? What type of snow is this then?”

“Well, seeing as it’s so cold, I’d say this is probably the powdery sort. The kind that when you throw it at someone, it just dusts away in the wind. I would guess that to make snowmen and snow lanterns, you’d need the heavier, wetter kind that falls in the beginning of the season, when it’s not below freezing,” you surmised, and Bradley just chuckled, ruffling your hat on your head “That’s my smart girl!”

As you approached the reindeer farm, Bradley could practically feel you vibrating with excitement beside him, and as the sled came to a stop, Bradley jumped down, offering his mitten clad hands out to you to help you down.

His heart stuttered a bit at the breathtaking smile that had formed on your lips, and he opted to seize you by the waist, lifting you down instead. Your happy peal of laughter as he spun you once, made a large grin appear on his lips as well. “Hi, baby,” he murmured, as your arms snaked around his neck, leaning down to peck his lips lovingly before he let you down.

The afternoon on the 23rd was spent petting and feeding the reindeer, cooing over how absolutely sweet and adorable they were, eating candied almonds you bought (and learning they were popular here during Christmas), had a glass of mulled wine each with almonds and raisins in it, and learning about native Swedish customs and culture. As the two of you meandered towards the end of the little market they had put up, suddenly Bradley heard his girlfriend suck in a heavy gasp.

“Bradley!” you whisper-screamed, jumping up and down whilst pointing towards the thicker forest a bit away.

There, between the thick cover of pine trees, a soft gold light was moving slowly in the thick snow. Bradley furrowed his brows, staring more intently as he caught a glimmer of red flashing in the soft light.

“Oh my God, Roos!” your voice was borderline hysteric with unbridled, childish excitement, and Bradley himself couldn’t help but feel somewhat the same way as you. There, in the woods, was undoubtedly a man, who was quite large - his thick white beard decidedly not a fake one.

One of the reindeer close to you, heard the ruffle of movement and it snapped its head around to look at the man. It slowly turned and started walking towards the man, and both yours and Bradleys’ jaw dropped as you faintly saw the man chuckling, a small piece of parchment sticking out of one of his deep, worn pockets.

Bradley hardly wanted to blink, but he had to gauge your reaction - were you seeing this!? Were his eyes deceiving him? But no, as he looked at you, the same stunned, wondrous facial expression was on your face as well. “Baby…” Bradley said incredulously, and when his gaze returned to the spot where he’d seen the man and the reindeer - they were gone.

“Was that…?” Bradley started, and you only nodded mutely, completely flabbergasted at what you’d just witnessed. “I need a moment,” you told your boyfriend and he nodded, only letting one small laugh escape his lips as he shook his head - a new found twinkle shining in his amber eyes as the two of you ordered a cup of hot chocolate, Bradley opting to have the smiling girl clad in a Gákti (a traditional dress for the Sàmi) fill his cup with a minty liquor as well.

As the two of you sat in the carriage on the way home, silence stretching through the darkness of the night, the moon illuminating the snow enough so that every single detail of the landscape was still dimly visible, you finally spoke.

“That was the real Santa Clause, wasn’t it?” your voice sounded revered, and serious. “I am so fucking sure that that was the real Santa, didn’t you see the reindeer approach him!?” Bradley could barely contain his mirth “Shh, Bradley! No swearing!! He’ll know!” you hissed before triumphantly saying “I told you he lived here!”

“Oh, fuck! Shit, I mean–” he laughed at himself “I won’t swear anymore,” before silence fell between the two of you. However, the night wasn’t completely silent anymore. Aside from the soft noises from the horses, and the bells jingling softly, a peculiar sound met their ears.

The driver smiled softly “I believe we’ll see some northern lights soon,” you gasped softly at the drivers words “Oh my god, I read that some people can hear the auroras,” and as soon as the words were out of your mouth, the sky exploded in shades of green, blue and at some spots violet as well.

The sharp intake of air from you was the only thing filling the night, except for a peculiar crackling sound. It was so overwhelming, seeing the lights dance slowly across the expanse of the night sky. Bradley had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life, and as the sled slowly came to a stop, he noticed that his tears had already frozen on his cheeks.

When you’d admired the aurora in awed silence for a few minutes, the driver softly had the horses come to a walk again, sensing that staying still for any longer would have them freeze. However, the lights were still slowly dancing back and forth over the skies, and Bradley was sure he’d have a kink in his neck from the way he couldn’t bear to rip his gaze away from this phenomena.

All at once, Bradley could understand why the Sàmi, and natives in his own home country might believe that a higher being was sending them omens through the lights. They were breathtaking, and if he hadn’t known the science behind the lights - he was pretty sure he too would believe that they were otherworldly. Perhaps he’d choose to believe they were either way.

The two of you reached your room, drawing a hot bath before peeling your clothes off. When you’d warmed up a little, the two of you chattered excitedly about what you’d experienced that day - arguing over who had been the nicest this year.

“Listen, I am one hundred percent sure Santa saw me give Hangman the last piece of the birthday cake earlier this year!”

“Bradley, that was his birthday cake!”

“So then it was pretty nice of me to let him have it, right?”

Waking up on the 24th, Rooster nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as you slowly came to consciousness. “Merry Christmas, Roos,” your soft voice had a sleepy hint to it as your fingers carded through his slightly longer locks.

“Merry Christmas, love of my life,” Bradley sighed happily, placing soft kisses to your exposed neck as his arms wound tight around your midsection. The two of you lay wrapped in each others embrace for a big part of the morning, before exchanging a single gift with each other.

Later that day, you joined the other residents in eating a Christmas smörgåsbord, listening to Christmas songs, and lastly, dancing around the large tree that sat in the lobby. Drinking Christmas ale, mulled wine and sparkling cider. It was the best Christmas Bradley had had for years, and as the jolly type of music wound down to a beautiful Swedish rendition of ‘O Holy Night’ transitioned into ‘White Christmas’, Bradley once again embraced you, swirling you around in a slow dance.

His lips found yours in a kiss that felt as if the northern lights had exploded within the two of you, and were dancing merrily between you.

“Thank you,” Bradley murmured against your lips “for giving me the best Christmas of my life,” he continued, pulling back to admire your beautiful, twinkling eyes.

“Thank you, Bradley,” you replied softly, squeezing his hand before resting your cheek on his sweater clad chest, swaying softly to the tune of the beautiful song that rang out in the winter night.

a/n: ahhh!!! I hope you guys liked this one! I added links to give a visual to things that not everyone knows of or has seen before. I hope it wasn't distracting! Please let me know what you thought of this whimsical little fun fic! <3 lots of love to those who don't celebrate christmas, or have a hard time with christmas as well - I love you so much<3

#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster x reader #rooster x you #bradley rooster bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw fluff #bradley bradshaw fanfic #my writing #hello december playlist challenge

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iforgorrt · 3 months

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quick tag game before I snooze

favourite childhood movie (2movies): NeverEnding Story, Gremlins

First book that made you cry/sob: Warrior Cats Super Edition: Moth Flights Vision

Favourite song at the moment: Schizophrenic- Night Club

Favourite Song from when you were young: Sh-Boom - the cords

and last off, a random color that comes to mind: Candy Apple Red (#FF0800)

tagging: @kanatacs, @izzy140105, @xxc00l-k1dzxx, @clownpalette @yunsed @simbasomba (anyone else is free to join if they wish to)

#text post #tagging game #explodes and dies💥

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lilacevans · 2 years

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💜

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬: Ari Levinson and Nomad Steve Rogers

Oh, boy, our two favourite bearded daddies.🥺

I’m picturing them coming home after a long trip away, they find you snoozing away on the couch; cup of tea cold on the table, poetry book about to slip from your hand. You tried your hardest to stay awake, they called to let you know their flight would be late and being the little starlet you are, you wanted to welcome them home. They’d share a smile, and little laugh before dropping their bags quietly to the floor and making their way over to you.

Ari would carefully take the book from your light grasp and places it on the table while Steve slips an arm under your knee and gently slides a hand under your back before lifting you into his arms. Your head ends up resting against his shoulder while you let out even breaths. Ari leans over to brush the hair from your face and presses a soft, long kiss to your forehead before Steve takes his turn to do the same.

Steve carries you up the stairs, Ari trailing close behind, to the bedroom you all share. Ari peels back the covers, arranges the pillows so Steve can deposit you the centre of the bed. The two then quickly undress before sliding themselves into bed on either side of you. Ari likes to sleep with his arm under your pillow, bringing you close to his chest while Steve likes to mould his body to yours, arm thrown over your waist and hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

The shifting of the bed and the tickles from both of their beards bring you up from your slumber enough to give them both a sleepy, drawn out kiss; welcoming them home before you all fall asleep.

#lila answers #lila writes #lila’s blurbs #maladaptivexxdaydreaming🌸#steve rogers #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #steve rogers x reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson fic #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x female reader

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dreamblasterharuka · 10 months

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In Our Bedroom After the War

For @mt10lt20 with the prompt

Ello got an idea! But no pressure at all and feel free to ignore (cos life happens!) would really like to see your AU take on a Cipher, Pixy, Trigger as a fam. No specific characterizations from me. Your take!

Pixy and Merlin need to catch an early morning flight.

So it was mostly Pixy and Trigger, because I haven’t done anything with those two yet. I hope you enjoy! Title comes from In Our Bedroom After the War by Stars

Also on AO3

It felt like every time Pixy thought he got over his hubris, he was proved horribly, horribly wrong. Granted, he wasn’t dying this time, or doing his best to set the world on fire, but it certainly felt like it.

He blearily watched as the digital clock flickered to 3:31 a.m., hand still on the snooze button. Back when he was a young man, early morning flights and sleep deprivation were par for the course. Just get on the plane and pass out until arrival. Half of the time, he was up until an hour or two before he had to leave enjoying the local nightlife. After retiring from the skies, he still got up early by virtue of never having the luxury of sleeping in. An early flight should have been fine.

This was not fine. Pixy wasn’t a young man anymore. He was a civilian with a spouse and a kid, who worked normal, human hours. It really didn’t help that he rarely slept well without Cipher, and his buddy was on the other side of the continent for a contract. They were well out of harm’s way, but it didn’t ease any of his anxieties that something horrible would happen to them before they got home. When he got the opportunity to see them, he got over-excited and booked the first flight out.

3:32. As tired as he was, time was still moving forward, and he only had some much time to make it through airport security. He forced himself out of bed, and into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He trudged down the hallway, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, to his daughter’s room. As expected, Merlin was still fast asleep, clutching her doggy.

The little stuffed animal was an impulse buy. Pixy saw the dog…wolf (it was orange, so it might’ve been a fox, but he personally thought it looked like a dog) and had to get it. Cipher gave him a lot of shit about the great Solo Wing Pixy, infamous mercenary, being forced to buy stuffed animals, but it was Merlin’s favorite and she carried it everywhere. So there.

“Merlin. It’s time to get up kiddo.”

She groaned, and honestly, he agreed.

“C’mon. We’re gonna go see Cipher.”

She shot right up, rubbing her eyes. “M’kay.”

“Do you need help getting dressed?”

She shook her head.

“Alright, I’m gonna go make breakfast now.”

“Okay.”

It was way too early, but the routine was mostly the same. Get the coffee machine working, only one cup this time, and only two slices of bread in the toaster. On other days, he would try to make something healthier, but this would have to do for now.

Merlin stumbled into the kitchen, fully dressed, and tugged on his pant leg. He scooped her up, sat her down at the edge of the sink, and poured her a glass of milk. When the toast was ready, he spread strawberry jam on both and passed one to her. They ate their breakfast in silence over the sink, way too tired to make any conversation. Cipher hated when he ate over the sink like this, but they weren’t there and Merlin was a good secret keeper. After finishing his off, he washed his hands and nearly poured water straight onto Merlin in a father of the year move, before helping her down.

Loading the car was easy. He still packed light, so it was easy to pack all of their stuff in one large duffel bag. Merlin was old enough to get herself situated, but she hadn’t gotten seatbelts down quite yet. They were still working on it, but it wasn't hard to help her.

The streets were still night dark when they set out. It would be at least an hour before light would even begin to peak over the horizon. He kept an ear on the radio for any traffic updates, but he was pretty sure they’d make there before the morning rush got too bad. Aside from that, it was just boring local news. He tried to comment on them when he could think of something to say, since he read somewhere that it was good for childrens’ development, but she never responded. Hopefully she was listening, and he wasn’t just talking to the air.

They made it to the airport several hours before they needed to be on the plane. Security was always hit or miss. Volunteering his services in the war and other shady backroom deals covered up most of his records, but sometimes people still remembered him from the documentary. At best, it was an incredibly awkward meeting with security. The extra time was for nothing, and they made it through fairly quick.

Merlin wanted to walk all the way to the terminal on her own. Unfortunately, their terminal was halfway across the airport, which was just a little too much for the toddler, so he carried her most of the way. He did let her down for the conveyor belt hallways to race. Pixy only let her win half of the time, just to keep things exciting.

It was enough to tucker her out a little, and she seemed content to sit on his lap and point at different planes in her picture book. Every so often he was reminded how calm she was for her age. It had to have come from Cipher, because it sure as hell didn’t come from him. Most of his first memories were of causing problems and getting into trouble.

The wait felt like an eternity. By the time the boarding call finally came around, they were both half-asleep. But the second other passengers started lining up, Merlin immediately perked up. As he carried her onto the plane, she kept bouncing up and down in his arms.

She clambered over to the window the moment he let her down at their seats. He was pretty sure she would smoosh her face into it if he let her. He had to tell her three times to sit down so he could buckle her. Even then, she leaned up as far as she could go, eyes sparkly.

To an outsider, she just looked like an excitable little kid flying for the first time, but Pixy knew better. He knew that look. He had seen it in the face of every pilot worth their salt. He saw it in Cipher. He used to see it in himself, but he knew that light dimmed well before the end.

Cipher told him not to worry, but he couldn’t help the dread that pooled in his stomach. Flying was his passion, what he lived for, but it was entwined with pain and violence. For each good memory, there was a devastating loss. Every victory came with someone’s death, soldier or civilian. The world was constantly at the brink of war, and he didn’t have the faith in humanity to think that would change. He didn’t want that for her.

His stomach swooped as they finally lifted off the ground. Lingering anxiety from when he was shot down still clung to him like smoke, no matter how many times he’d done this by now.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!”

Merlin grabbed his shoulder and shook as hard as she could, which wasn’t very hard. She pointed to the ground, which was rapidly getting farther and farther away. They watched as people, then vehicles, then buildings all shrunk down and began to disappear. After a little bit of turbulence, they breached through the clouds into the clear sky above.

It all seemed so inconsequential from all the way up here. And maybe it was. Maybe he could afford to finally relax and let the chips fall where they may.

Pixy settled in and watched his daughter watch the clouds. They still had plenty of time.

#ace combat #ciphixy #ciphixy fam au #solo wing pixy #cipher #trigger

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bl00dst41ned · 9 months

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little recap of my fics (bye 2023 edition) - inspired by @hopefulromantic1

first fic posted :

safe place

i impulsively posted my first Jobe fic on july 28,2023, without knowing it marked the beginning of a beautiful journey here. i remember writing it because i couldn't find any jobe content.

the one i enjoyed the most writing :

snooze

i remember watching sza's "snooze" music video for the first time and being so giddy at the sight of sza and justin together, i had to write about it. the writing process was one of my fav because i just went with the flow, letting my fingers roam on the keyboard.

just another love song

this has to be my favourite smau (along with one i have unfinished in my drafts). i just loved the process, like getting the pictures, finding captions etc. (except the comments, i can't stand these)

my favourite scenario(s) :

the other man

i LOVE LOVE LOVE this fic for the plot. i wish i wrote it better (might rewrite it) and it got more views. i think i could write an entire book of it.

another lifetime

even though it is a sad one, it holds such a special place in my heart. i genuinely took my time with it (hence why it's my longest fic), trying to focus on the expression of emotions as there was a lot. i tried to write it as best as i could and i love it dearly

my biggest successes :

catching flights

crazy, this was my fastest growing fic yet i wrote it under an hour i think. remember waking up to see it have gained 200 notes overnight. what a way to wake up (thank you so much for it by the way, you may not know but you make me so happy)

unexpected

another jude work, love writing dad fics so loved this one too. i remember it took me so much time i was DONE. to this day it might the one that gets liked the most every day.

that one special fic

hold me in the cold

it is my most recent vvd fic and it's the first fic I wrote (I was just posting headcanons and smaus) I'm partially happy about it but love it too because I finally succeeded writing a full fic even though it's short

thank you for your support this year, you guys brought so much joy in my life, I don't think you can imagine. happy new year, much love and blessing to you for 2024

#fic recap #bye 2023 #thanks for the support

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kayandthegoldendays · 1 year

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hello from Honduras 🇭🇳 I always get lucky when I travel solo. there’s whimsy in my movements, acquired from years of being a solo nomad. I somehow morph into the most at ease version of myself when traveling, even at the height of when I should feel concern. I feel wonder and trust which is such a nice change from daily life.

mid-flight I began to tackle the task of finding a hotel at my mid-point for travels today. this day is majority of my travel but tomorrow I head to the islands and I need to be close to the ferry. I booked a place at the most recommended place near the port, they had availability and upgraded me! my flights worked in unison and every connection (there’s no direct flights which is overwhelming for someone who prefers long hauls over hopping planes) and I was early at every destination.

I was sooooo hungry by the time I arrived and panicked at the thought of not having food before the next leg of travel. but luck hit again and I was exactly one hour early to my next change point so I grabbed my first meal!

now off to my accommodations where I’ll snooze and recover the time difference. there’s quite a bit of travel ahead of me, but my heart feels so full and divinely protected. every human I’ve met has been filled with kindness from the gate agents to the flight attendants to the taxi to the charter bus driver… I can tell my ancestors are being extra mindful to give me gentle days.

tonight I sleep, but tomorrow I’ll be on the island and I cannot wait.

#personal #travelblr #Honduras #scuba diving takes #scuba diving #summer #travel diary

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rkcabs1 · 13 days

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Convenient Surat to Mumbai Cabs with RK Cabs for a Hassle-Free Journey

Thanks to RK Cabs, getting from Surat to Mumbai has never been artless. RK Cabs provides responsible and level-headedly priced Surat to Mumbai taxis to satisfy your travel needs, whether you're going to a business meeting, flying, or just visiting friends and family. RK Cabs prioritizes comfort, punctuality, and safety to guarantee a seamless and nourishing ride for every passenger. This post will chat the advantages of using RK Cabs to book a taxi from Surat to Mumbai, why deed so is the best selection for you, and how we can make the trip from Surat to the Mumbai airstrip stress-free.

Why Choose RK Cabs for Your Surat to Mumbai Journey?

There are many motives why travelers prefer RK Cabs for their Surat to Mumbai cabs journey. Whether you're traveling for business or leisure, here’s why RK Cabs ought be your first prime:

1. Comfortable Ride: RK Cabs puts your comfort first by providing clean, sizable cars. We have the ideal van to meet your needs, whether you're travelling alone or with your family. 2. Skilled Drivers: Every one of our drivers is a skilled and professional driver. Their extensive data of the Surat to Mumbai route pledges a whole and prompt ride. 3. Reasonably Priced: We provide affordable pricing for our Surat to Mumbai taxi service since we identify the value of money. There are no added expenses or hidden fees—you only pay what is shown. 4. Guaranteed Punctuality: Timeliness is central when it comes to taking a flight. Our drivers make sure you get at your last stop stress-free by being on time and using the most effective routes.

Benefits of Booking a Surat to Mumbai Cab

There are several benefits to traveling by car as opposed to another transportation options like buses or trains. This is why using RK Cabs to book a taxi from Surat to Mumbai is a wise verdict:

1. Door-to-Door Service

The door-to-door service provided by Surat to Mumbai taxis is one of its chief benefits. Reaching the bus or train mortal is not a apprehension for you. Whether it's the airport, your hotel, or your house in Mumbai, RK Cabs will come to you from your Surat abode and drop you off there.

2. Non-Stop Travel

Cabs go nonstop from Surat to Mumbai, unlike buses and trains that stop some times en route. This implies that there won't be any delays or awkward moment when you go straight from point A to point B. You may escape the untimeliness of public transportation and set your own schedule for your travel.

3. Privacy and Comfort

Comfort and seclusion are imperative while traveling long distances. You will ride in a private vehicle with plenty of space and isolation thanks to RK Cabs. You can work while on the go, unwind, or snooze in the luxury of one of our well-equipped taxis.

4. Customized Travel Experience

Want to make a quick stop for a meal or need to pick something up along the way? With RK Cabs, your journey is fully customizable. Our drivers are happy to quarter judicious stops along the way to confirm your trip is as comfortable as possible.

5. Safety First

At RK Cabs, safety comes first. To guarantee a safe trip, our chauffeurs follow all traffic laws and keep their cars well-maintained. Additionally, we offer real-time ride tracking so that your loved ones can know where you are at all times while you're traveling.

Surat to Mumbai Airport Cab: A Stress-Free Solution

Getting on a flight on time is crucial if you're departing from Mumbai. To ensure the smoothest possible airport travel, RK Cabs provides a dedicated Surat to Mumbai airport Cab service. This is why RK Cabs is the risky option for your airport conveyance:

1. Timely Pickups

We are renowned for being on time with our Surat to Mumbai airport taxis. We are aware that there are tight flight calendars and that arriving late is not an option. In order to avoid last-minute rush, our drivers arrive at your site early.

2. Flight Monitoring

We keep an eye on the status of your flight to ensure that your airport pickup is scheduled precisely. Our Surat to Mumbai airport taxis will be there when you need them, assuring a stress-free journey all the same of how early or late your flight is.

3. Avoiding Traffic

Traffic in Mumbai is infamous, particularly during rush hours. But you don't have to worry about delays when you use RK Cabs. Our drivers are practised in conduct traffic and know how to get you to the airport quickly and without incident.

4. Luggage Assistance

Traveling with heavy bags? Don’t worry—our friendly drivers are more than happy to assist you with your luggage, making your journey as stress-free as possible.

How to Book Your Surat to Mumbai Cab with RK Cabs

Booking a Surat to Mumbai cab with RK Cabs is quick and easy. Here’s how you can get started:

1. Online Booking: Go to our website and complete the form there. Indicate your journey information, including the pickup place, journey's end, date, and time. Your reservation will be deep-rooted to you in a matter of minutes. 2. Phone Booking: You can contact our customer care team to make your Surat to Mumbai taxi reserved seat if you would rather speak with someone on the phone. 3. Mobile App: Get the RK Cabs app on your phone and book a cab in a matter of clicks. You may also cope your appointments and follow your driver in real time with the app. 4. quick Confirmation: As soon as your reserved seat is approved, you'll get a quick message with the information about your taxi and driver. This agreements that your journey is planned without any hassle.

Why RK Cabs is the Best Choice for Surat to Mumbai Cabs

With so many cab services available, what sets RK Cabs apart from the rest? Here’s why we’re the ideal choice for travelers:

1. Reputation for Excellence

RK Cabs is well known for present dependable and excellent taxi services. Our customer approvals speak for themselves: happy clients value our expertise, promptness, and first-rate assistance.

2. Wide Range of Vehicles

For both solo and group travel, RK Cabs offers a large fleet of vehicles to suit your requirements. You may select a car that best suits your needs and low-priced, from stylish SUVs to affordable sedans.

3. Transparent Pricing

Nobody enjoys unpredicted expenses. You can expect clear pricing from RK Cabs, with no other fees. You can easily recognize what you're paying for thanks to our simple and transparent pricing.

4. Customer Support

Our keen customer support team is available 24/7 to assist with any queries or apprehensions you may have. Whether it’s about your booking, driver details, or route, we’re here to help at every step of your journey.

5. Safe and Secure Payments

We offer a variety of secure payment methods, excluding online payments, credit/debit cards, and cash. Your payment information is always dwindling with our safe and sound systems.

Explore Beyond the Ordinary with RK Cabs

Apart from offering Surat to Mumbai cabs, RK Cabs also provides outstation services to other cities and towns. Whether you want to explore the beautiful lands of Maharashtra or head to other neighboring states, RK Cabs is your go-to travel partner. We ensure your long-distance travels are just as horizontal and happy as your shorter trips.

Conclusion

RK Cabs is the palpable choice for dependable, cozy, and reasonably priced Surat to Mumbai taxis. Our commitment to timely service, safe travel, and buyer approval means that we can assure you of a hassle-free, charming trip. RK Cabs can assist you with all of your travel needs, whether you're taking a trip, traveling for business, or pleasure to Mumbai. Experience the supreme taxi service in the area when you reserve your Surat to Mumbai ride now. Get the RK Cabs app now, visit our website, or give our patron care a call to learn more or to make a reservation!

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theindietrumpeter · 2 months

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Routine, Regimen or Ritual?

They all mean the same thing but they also mean different things to each of us. Routine: something we do regularly but flexibly - warm-up, long tones, flexibility exercises for example but we might use different books or exercises depending on how we feel. Regimen: feels a lot stricter, the word itself feels very militaristic - 0900 Lip Buzzing, 0902 Vizzutti Mouthpiece Buzzing, 0905 Frink Integrated Warm Up part 1 and so on. Ritual, however, feels far more spiritual, more reverential, more time-honoured.

We all have our routines, regimens or rituals in our practice sessions which we’ve either spent months or years honing or we’ve taken from our favourite book or we’ve been given by our teacher. For a number of years I had a ‘Therapeutic Daily Routine’ put together for me by Noel Langley, my teacher at the time. I also, after a lesson with Roger Ingram, use a pre-warm up stretching and buzzing routine that he gave me. I still use both now and again but not religiously.

I may talk about my practice routine (although one could argue it’s not practice if it’s a routine) in a later post but it won’t be today. This post is going to focus on routine outside playing, daily routines, that help keep us on the right path… we all have them, even if we don’t realise it, and I bet most of us feel a little bit ‘out of sorts’ if we don’t perform it.

I’m going to spend the next part of this post talking about what my routine is, how it came into being and what benefits it has for me:

I set two alarms 10 minutes apart but I don’t snooze either of them. That 10 minutes is where I roll over and (I’m not ashamed to admit it) I cuddle Mrs J. We don’t see each other a lot in the day so it’s a few minutes of connection - even if she’s still asleep.

The very first thing I do after getting out of bed is to go down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen, warm up Little Miss J’s milk and head into the garden to do some simple breathing exercises. I normally inhale through the nose for 4 seconds, exhale through the mouth for 6 seconds although I’ll sometimes inhale 4, hold 7, exhale 8. I find the fresh air and controlled breathing are great for my mental health (more on that later) and they start to build my energy levels up. It can also be quite invigorating if it’s raining!

Next, I complete my Duolingo daily quests - all three of them - to start engaging my brain. At this point it’s not do much about learning French specifically but about using language learning to improve my cognitive skills.

Following Duo, I use the ‘Balance’ app for guided meditation. It might be 10 minutes, it might only be 5, but it’s always there, focussing on positivity, loving-kindness or self-esteem depending on where my head is at that day.

Once I’ve woken my head up, it’s time to move on to waking up my body. After meditation I’ll jump in the bath. Sometimes I will have a really hot bath (benefits include improved circulation, enhanced mood and enhanced flexibility) and sometimes I’ll ‘Wim Hof’ it and have a cold (not quite ice yet) bath - I’m doing cold every single day of July - as this can improve mood, increase energy levels and increase focus and concentration.

Moving on, I do a series of stretches (I’ll outline these in a follow up post) followed by a 60 second plank and 30 squats to work on my core strength and maybe burn a few extra calories. My morning ritual concludes with a breakfast of at least four fruits (normally strawberries, grapes, apple and tangerine), some yoghurt - often with granola- and a mug of freshly ground black coffee (see my stunning photography below)

This ritual came into being while I was on Shared Parental Leave with Little Miss J and developed over the months into its current state. It was originally to help me to lose a bit of weight - or at least not put it on - and generally improve my health. I’ve adapted it to fit around work too. It’s really come into its own recently after I was diagnosed with depression - sometimes just getting through my ritual can stop a low mood in its tracks which can make a massive difference to my day, especially if I’m in the classroom.

Whatever your routine, regimen or ritual is, it will have its benefits for you even if you’ve never stopped to think about it. Perhaps that’s something you should explore…

While my routine isn’t centred around playing, it certainly impacts my playing - from building my core strength and helping my lungs to being focussed on what I’m practicing, performing or teaching - and there is a lot of value in that.

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uberlyfe · 5 months

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Unexpected Guests? Don't Panic! Here's How to Welcome Them Comfortably

Life throws curveballs, and sometimes those curveballs come knocking on your door unannounced. Having an unexpected guest can throw a wrench in your plans, whether it's a friend's flight cancellation, a surprise family visit, or even a power outage at a neighbour's. But fear not, gracious host! With a little preparation and the right tools (like a sofa bed!), you can easily handle any last-minute visitor and keep your sanity intact.

The Uninvited Guest Conundrum: When Hospitality and Hustle Collide

Living in a cozy studio apartment, a compact one-bedroom, or even a shared living space has its charm. But when uninvited guests arrive, the lack of a spare room becomes a glaring issue. Inflatable mattresses are uncomfortable and deflate your patience, sleeping on the floor is back-breaking, and scrambling to find a hotel last minute is stressful for both you and your guest. Enter the ultimate hospitality hero: the art of graceful improvisation.

The Space-Saving Hero: How a Sofa Bed Saves the Day (and Your Back)

This is where the magic of a sofa bed truly shines! This ingenious piece of furniture is a multi-tasker's dream. By day, it serves as a stylish and comfortable sofa for lounging, watching movies, or entertaining. By night (or whenever needed!), it effortlessly transforms into a comfortable bed to accommodate your unexpected guest.

Introducing the UberLyfe Sofa Cum Bed: Your Secret Weapon for Unannounced Guests

UberLyfe, a leading Indian furniture brand, offers a range of stylish and functional sofa cum beds (also known as folding sofa beds, foldable sofa beds, or folding couch beds). These ingenious space-saving solutions are perfect for small apartment living and unexpected guests.

Beyond Hospitality: The Perks of Owning an UberLyfe Sofa Cum Bed

An UberLyfe sofa cum bed offers more than just a solution for uninvited guests. Here's how it enhances your living space:

Space Saviour: No more sacrificing valuable square footage for a separate bed and couch. A sofa cum bed frees up floor space, making your living area feel more open and airy.

Maximized Functionality: This versatile piece of furniture functions as both a couch and a bed, eliminating the need for additional furniture and promoting a clutter-free environment.

Surprise Guest Ready: Always prepared for last-minute visitors with a folding bed under your sofa. No more scrambling for air mattresses or last-minute hotel bookings.

Style Meets Comfort: Modern UberLyfe sofa cum beds come in various styles and sizes, allowing you to choose one that complements your existing decor and provides a comfortable sleeping experience for you and your guests.

Budget-Friendly: Compared to buying a separate bed and couch, a sofa cum bed is a more economical option. The All-in-One Superhero: Introducing the Space-Saving Sofa Bed That Does It All! Are you tired of juggling limited space and the occasional surprise guest? Do you dream of a comfortable sofa that transforms into a luxurious bed in a flash? Well, fret no more! Introducing the revolutionary sofa bed, your one-stop shop for lounging, sleeping, and ultimate space-saving convenience. Unfold Your Possibilities: From Sofa to Lounger to Bed in Seconds This isn't your grandma's clunky futon. Our sofa bed boasts a simple, ingenious folding mechanism that allows you to switch between a comfy sofa, a relaxing lounger, and a spacious bed in a mere 15 seconds. No more struggling with heavy mattresses or wrestling with complicated instructions. Lightweight: Easy to Move, Built to Last Don't let its versatility fool you! This sofa bed is surprisingly lightweight, allowing you to effortlessly rearrange your space with just one person. But don't be fooled by its weight – it's crafted with high-quality materials and a durable 450 GSM fabric to ensure it withstands everyday use. Comfort on Demand: Find Your Perfect Snooze This sofa bed caters to all preferences. The ingenious flippable mattress offers both medium-firm and comfort-soft options, allowing you to choose your ideal sleeping surface. When lounging on the sofa, the 23-inch deep seat and 15-inch height provide exceptional ergonomic comfort, making movie nights and lazy Sundays a dream.

Space-Saving Superhero: Seats 3, Sleeps 3 (King-Size!)This isn't just any sofa bed – it's a space-saving champion! In its sofa form, it occupies a compact 70" x 30" x 28" footprint. But unfold the magic, and you'll find a king-sized haven measuring a generous 72" x 70" x 7.5", perfect for accommodating 3 adults comfortably. To top it off, the package even includes 2 beautiful cushions for added comfort and style. Transform Your Space, Transform Your Life The sofa bed is more than just a piece of furniture; it's a lifestyle upgrade. It frees up valuable space, offers exceptional comfort, and provides the perfect solution for unexpected guests. So, ditch the bulky furniture and embrace the all-in-one hero. Order your sofa bed today and experience the ultimate in space-saving comfort Folding the Distance: Choosing the Right UberLyfe Sofa Cum Bed for YouWhen it comes to choosing the perfect sofa come bed from UberLyfe, consider these factors Size: Measure your available space and choose a sofa come bed that fits comfortably in both its couch and bed configurations. Consider the size you need for sleeping and ensure there's enough legroom.

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