#his smile is everythinggg

[danibee33]

i gotta go.

[xxinkyshadowxx]

IM GOOD SOMEONE UPLOADED A VID OF IT SO I WAS ABLE TO MAKE IT A GIF HAVE GIF :D

[tojigasm]

pays for everything. and i mean everythinggg. You're getting your hair done, and you call him in the middle of it, twirling a finger around the lace of your top.

"Hey, angel," Felix's voice brings a chripy tone to your own.

"Hi, baby!" You cross your leg over the other, eyes tracing over your newly pedicures toes (also paid for by Felix) "Listen, Lex, I just got my hair done and the lady says its gonna be about--"

Felix cuts you off before you can finish, "Just text me the amount. Can I pay for you to go get some food afterward, too, yeah?"

you smile at yourself in the mirror, "Oh Lex, I dunno, that's too much -"

"I guess you can, i really do appreciate it, Lex. Thank you, " you run your tognue over your plush lip, tasting the cherry of your lip gloss

"Good," you can hear his smile through the phone, "See ya' back at saltburn, yeah?"

You hum, and almost instantly, you're receiving a text that reads:

Lexi Loo sent you $400 with a message attached

You tap your phone to read the attached text.

'Bring back a cute outfit too, wanna see how pretty baby girl looks <3'

He'll also buy you pretty shoes and dresses every now and then by surpise just have you model them for him and to let you go and do more shopping.

[emmcfrxst]

UGHHH HELL YEAH !!!!!!!!!!!!! okayokayokay so i first just kinda wanna know ur thoughts on how he is during sex & everythinggg bc im so curious abt what u thinkkkkk

this is gonna be such an unpopular opinion but i really don’t believe in the whole “d@ddy dom” persona that seems to be the common theme for hotch in fiction. i personally think he’s more of a casual, even a bit silly, lover— i’m basing this off of the interaction between him and haley in episode 01x22 of criminal minds where he tells haley how he fell in love with her (and how he got together with her which. the story is So nerdy. my mans literally joined the theater club and became a pirate in a play just so he could talk to her. NERD.) and the subsequent unseen sex scene that ends with them just kissing tenderly and aaron is smiling against her lips the WHOLE time. puts on the pirate hat in hopes to seduce her again. tries to talk in a seductive way that just comes across as cute and romantic. fast forward later on in the episode we see the post-sex scene, where haley is lying on aaron’s chest and he’s running his fingers up and down her spine, falling asleep with his wife in his arms. my opinion is mostly based on that episode, but also, aaron spends his entire day catching sexual criminals and other freaks of nature, so i honestly strongly doubt that once he comes home he feels like dominating his partner sexually. i think he’s a gentle, loving partner who likes to make his laugh by being goofy even during sex. it’s with you that he feels the most comfortable, so he lets his goofy, more affectionate side show and he allows his inner nerd (he’s also mentioned before that he was a major nerd in high school/college so.) to shine and that also shows in the way he fucks/makes love to you <3

[ssparksflyy]

dating jason grace hcs! (ᴗ͈ ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

pairing jason grace x child of hermes!reader summary based off this request !! an lin manuel as hermes no matter how much i pretend to hate youre iconic and i actually love you

"okokokok" and "lalalala" who ???

people were so surprised when you started dating since youre literal opposites ?!?!

youre so chill and laid back and fun

jason straightens up so quick and salutes if somebody yells attention

but since he's met you, he's definitely relaxed a little more

he's learnt to accept the fact that he can actually relax at times and just enjoy himself ?!?!?!? (shocking, right)

and you were the one who taught him that !!

it honestly started when your first met

cause he was training by himself after lessons had finsihed

you were walking around with your siblings, just passing by and decided to ask him if he wanted to go to the fireworks show that was being held that night ♡

cause like youd seen him around camp before, always helping someone out with someone, and youd be lying if you said you didnt think he was cute 😋 (i sound like a nine year old omg bye)

so what better time to ask than now !

i could lie and say he was super chill about it but lets be honest he was already smitten before you could even finish the question

dropped his sword, face all red and everythinggg 😵‍💫

(you tease him about this now, but he just fights it with a corny "guess you stole my heart" that makes you cringe and roll your eyes yet still smile)

he tried to act all cool and say he'd think about it when in reality he was already getting ready to run to the aphrodite cabin and ask piper for help

i love tlh trio so much i just know jason would be panicking about the whole thing and piper's trying to reassure him + give genuine advice while leo is just messing around 😭

he did manage to get some tips and you ended spending the whole nights talking and laughing instead of actually watching the fireworks ♡♡

he walked you back to your cabin and by then you both established big ol' crushes on each other (aw ya cuties)

the amount of teasing you got from your cabin that night was actually crazy though

you were last to get in that night and entered to a whole chorus of 'oooooo's

a few thrown pillows and 'connor i swear to the gods i will push you off the lava wall-'s later and you were finally able to go to sleep though ♡

the teasing and jokes never stop

even when you (finally) started dating

its your cabin's love language honestly

your younger siblings are OBSESSED with jason

hes actually so good with kids bye

he just 'treats them the way he wished he was treated as a kid :(

his words not mine i dont talk like im giving an anti-bullying assembly

but like he loves playing with them

instant besties !

he even helped them prank you one time :o

he felt so devious doing it good lord

real i was a bad girl i did some bad things yaknow

literally all he did was distract you as your siblings taped a balloon full of water and got a dart pin ready to pop it when you walked into the door

but he was all giggly when the prank succeeded

only for like 5 seconds cause then he was helping you dry off and apologizing

you didnt minddddd, it was fun seeing him act like a "rebel"

okay call me crazy but like trackstar power couple

hermes kids are fast, known fact, evidence? tlt musical said so

and i feel like jupiter/zeus kids would be too!! like moving at the speed of lightning hyperbole... please tell me you see the vision

but like being able to use that as an excuse to get some time away from people... the scandal.

jason telling the group he's with (not necessarily close friends, he knows he can just tell them that he's going out with you) that he's going out for a run

youll be flushed when you return-

when really he's ditching them to go hang out with you

cause this man can NOT say no. he's a people pleaser man it's hardwired into our brains

and they'll think it's normal cause like jasons weird

why question the kid who likes musicals and history

do you see where this is going.

jason taking you to watch opening night of hamilton cause he's been bouncing off the walls for it and really wanted to show you so he'd have someone to talk to about it after :)

it started off fun!!

you were both really enjoying the beginning! well, the first minute and twenty seconds of it at least

cause after that you lost your shit :D

your dad was literally on stage, a few hundred feet away from you, acting as a founding father

the rest of the show you were internally freaking out, questioning everything

jason had no clue, not until you told him during intermission

had the AUDACITY to say "...and thats how you were born" after the traumatizing experience of say no to this

after the show you chased you dad down on the street as he was trying to get 'home'

jason was lowkey giggling the whole time like he was not taking this serious at alllll

but hey he got to meet your dad !!

hermes likes jason, thinks he's a very distinguished gentleman

jason likes hermes, thinks he's pretty good at rapping

at least one of you gained something from that experience

not proofread !

[musicalmystery]

Okay okay i came ip w this idea bc I have BADDD reoccurring hiccups that NEVERR go away literally since i was in the mf womb.

What if the reader is teying EVERYTHINGGG to get rid of their hiccups n Wonka makes a chocolate to help?? Idk just an idea 😓💔

This is so cute!

Bad Case of the Hiccups

I woke up with the hiccups. I was frustrated about it but it was fine. It usually goes away after an hour or so. I continued my day like normal, I got dressed and did my daily routine. I went and continued my day at the laundry mat. “Good morning, y/n.” Piper responded with a smile.

“Morni-” I hiccuped again for what seemed to be the millionth time this morning. I saw that Piper and Lottie stifle a laugh. I playfully glared at them and got back to work.

Willy entered the room and his eyes light up when he saw me like they always did since he met me. Mine did as well and just his presence put a smile on my face. His usual smile on his face always made my heart flutter and he approached me. “Hello y/n!” I didn’t say anything and gave him a tight lipped smile. I was afraid if I said anything that I would hiccup again, that would be embarrassing. He took notice of my silence and asked concerned “What’s wrong?”

“Y/n has the hiccups.” Piper told him from across the room loudly. Thank you, Piper. I thought without an ounce of sarcasm.

He looked concerned before he seemed to get an idea. “I’ll be right back.” He left without further explanation in a rush. I looked at him curiously before shrugging it off.

“Why don’t we try to find ways to get rid of your hiccups? I think that I know a few ways that could help.” Piper suggested with Lottie nodding in agreement.

“Alright, why *hiccup* not?” I shrugged done with the hiccups.

I tried a variety of things. I tried drinking ice cold water, bite a lemon (which is disgusting by itself), pulled my knees to my chest and leaned forward, held my breath, and breathed into a paper bag but none of it seemed to work. I was about to give up until I saw Willy rush back in holding a single piece of chocolate and hand it to me. “Try this, it should help with your hiccups.” I took it and popped it into my mouth without hesitation. I trusted Willy, if he can make people fly he can cure my hiccups. Sure enough he did and it was delicious as usual. He’s such a sweetheart. How could anyone not love him?

[birdmadboyy]

If you have any Sparkspeckle headcanons it'd be super cool to hear!! Spark and Firebeetle are my current favs hehe

SORRY THAT I ANSWERED THIS SO FUCKING LATEEEE, but here's all my headcanons!!! ( @aphidclan-clangen )

Pearlstar:

subconsciously grinds his teeth... star’s anxious...

wishes on stars, hoping that his wife will answer.

takes sooo long grooming all his fur every day.

smells like wild flowers.

adores the kits, loves to play with all of them.

Firebeetle:

loved to talk to bugs when he was younger.

smells like trees.

constantly tired.

skips when happy.

Blisswhistle:

loves snuggling.

loves to sing, but only does it around rainbow’s dad or mate.

gets really excited every time the sky gets a little more blue.

smells like rain water.

will often overwork herself.

Goldshine:

resting face is just grumpy.

brings flowers to those he’s close to.

HATESSS the rain.

smells like trees.

always does star’s best to cheer his clanmates up.

Stormwhisper:

loves the cold, hates the heat.

smells like mint.

loves to listen to his friends’ thoughts.

always plays with the kits, and lets them snuggle with him when they’re cold.

Sparkspeckle:

loves to watch lightning storms.

really likes collecting flowers.

shortest warrior in the clan.

smells like lavender.

always energetic.

Shadebreak:

grumpy in the morning, less grumpy later on.

smells like something earthy.

climbs up into trees to be alone.

kinda quiet all the time, but can be loud when they’re feeling it.

still looks up to goldshine as an older brother.

Icesheep:

kinda quiet, very nonchalant.

LOVESSS swimming, brother has to be dragged out the lake.

wakes up very early.

smells like snow/something cold or fresh.

Lilacpaw/flame:

the biggest prankster everrr.

always has a smug look on flower’s face

laughs at EVERYTHINGGG.

smells like wild flowers.

Gravel:

always excited about physical contact.

resting face is like, a relaxed smile.

smells like ashes and pine trees.

Paradiseskies:

WILL force you to love yourself.

she is the grandma ever.

smells like rain water.

[fandomwe1rd0]

Wrote some angst about what happened directly after the events of Rick Potion 9#

Tw for written depictions panic attacks under the cut!

Me and Rick were sitting on a rooftop, our legs dangling, my eyes wide as I took in the sight of the corenbergs. If I never had asked for the love potion this would've never happened...if I never asked for the love potion Jessica would've never...aw jeez...I feel sick. Rick looked as nonchalant as ever, as "I feel coreneberged the world up didn't I?" He smiled as he took my shoulder and lightly shook it "At least they aren't in love with you anymore, that's a massive step in the right direction." I blinked, the reality finally setting in "Oh god...it's a living nightmare! How could you be so irresponsible, Rick!?" Rick's unibrow furrowed "Me irresponsible!? All I wanted you to do was hand me a screwdriver Morty! You're the one that wanted me to buckle down and make you a roofie juice serum so you could roofie that poor girl at yojr school!" Rick snapped, gesturing towards me. I looked at him incredulously, was he serious right now? Rick stood up, "Are you kidding me, Morty!? You're really gonna try to take the high road on this one?!" He hunched down pointing at me, I hated how much taller he was than me "You're a little creep Morty! You're a little creep...creep person!" I'm so sick of his bullshit. I stood up "I should've just listened to you when you refused to make the serum, I'm willing to accept my part of the blame for this." I admittied, but I wasn't done with him yet. "But y'know what!? You gotta accept your part of the blame! I'm not the one that fouled up the serum!" Rick gave me a sideways glance then took a swig of his flask. I hate how much he drinks. "I'm not that one that haphazardly y'know mixed up a bunch of nonsense together and created a bunch of corenbergs!" I yelled, calling him out "You gotta fix this Rick!" I demanded. Rick conceded "Ok Morty...we are in a pretty deep hole here but I do have one emergency solution we can use that kinda put everything back to normal." He opened up the trunk of his spaceship revealing some kind of lab. He put some googles on and handed me a backpack looking thing. "Here, put this on while I do some scouting." I obeyed, putting it on. I waited, it was only a few minutes but it felt like hours. Those were the longest minutes of my life.

After those minutes were up, Rick pulled out his portal gun, "Ok now." Rick commented, walking through the portal. I followed him and my eyes nearly bulged out of my socket when I saw me and Rick. But we were dead. Blood was everywhere. Millions of thoughts ran through my head. "Oh god is that us?!" I asked walking to our bodies. I felt my breath quickening as my suspicions were confrimed "W-we're dead! What is going on Rick!? I'm freaking out!" Rick placed his on both of my shoulders. "Calm down Morty!" Rick continued speaking, but his words got drowned out. "I can't deal with this! I can't deal with this Rick! We're-We're ripped apart! We're ripped-"

My train of thoughts got broken when I felt a sharp pain in my cheek, moving my head to the side. I looked at Rick's angry expression, did he really just....? "Shut up and listen to me!" Rick commanded. My thoughts were still running rampant, but I didn't want to get slapped again, so I nodded shakily, hoping Rick wouldn't notice my bottom lip quivering. He thankfully didn't (Or maybe he did but just didn't care) and continued "It's fine Morty! Everything is fine! There's a infinite realities and a few a dozen of those, I got lucky and turned everything back to normal. Now we just gotta slip into the places of a dead self's and everythinggg will be fine Morty." He dropped his backpack look-a-like to the floor, placing a hand on my back "We're not skipping a beat Morty."

I couldn't listen to this. My legs turned to noodles, my knees unable to hold me anymore as I fell to the floor. "This is insane..." It was the only thing that could come out of my mouth right now. "Come on Morty, I'll grab my dead self and you grab your dead self, that seems like a fair way to devi it up." My mind flashed back to my original family. In our dimensions. They weren't affected by the love potion! They were still there! We couldn't just leave them! "Rick what about the reality we left behind?!" I questioned. Rick lashed out at me, as he usually does "What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer Morty!? The answer is don't think about it! Now grab your dead self and come on, haste makes waste." He began dragging his dead self, but not without sticking a jab in as expected "Oh also, sure you haven't considered this deal but if I hadn't screwed up as badly as I did, we'd be these guys right now, so again, you're welcome." I clenched my jaw to hold myself back from giving him a well-deserved left hook. I hate him so much.

Rick used a device to change my clothes to my regular ones instantly and I dragged my dead self. I couldn't believe this...how was this..? I hated all of this so much. I was dragging my own corpse to the backyard to bury it. How was I supposed to not think about it!? And my original family was in the apocalypse! And I was supposed to just forget about it!? Why did I need to ask for the love potion!? How could Rick just ruin it!? I put my dead self on the ground.

I stared at it with wide eyes. This was going to be me one day...I was going to die because of fucking Rick! I was going to- I felt my breath quicken. Going to- going to- Rick nudged me. Breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked at the shovel in my hand and the grave I had started digging. Oh...right. I continued digging the grave and put my dead self in. I was touching the shirt of my dead self....I...I...Rick elbowed me. R-Right...I have to...focus on...the task at hand...

I put my dead self in a buried over it. I walked into the house, I saw Beth and Jerry agruing, their voices drowned out as I stare at them. This wasn't the ones I knew my whole life...I went to the couch, sitting down next to Rick who was, of course, drinking a beer.

I couldn't sleep that night. This wasn't my bed. It looked just like my original bed. It felt just like my original bed. But it wasn't. It was the bed of my dead self. The person I was now impersonating. The person who was sleeping in this bed, not expecting a different version of himself to sleep in his bed and- I sat up and heaved, eventually throwing up chunks. My breathing became heavy and I quickly started hyperventilating. I clutched my chest through my yellow shirt, I didn't even bother changing into my pajamas. My heart was racing so so so fast. I eventually just curled up into the ball and cried until daylight came.

I sat at the table, I felt like I was moving without my mind's permission as I sat at the table with the people who I had to pretend was my original family. While I was 20 yards away from my rotting corpse. I stared at the food. The food that wasn't made for me. It was made for a different version of myself. The version of myself that was now dead. That was in their backyard. And they had no idea. I didn't feel like I was...there. I felt like I was watching everything happen outside of my body. Like I wasn't myself. Beth came to hold my hand and said something I could hear, but her eyes were filled with worry. But she didnt care about me. No not at all. She cared about who she thought was her son. The son I buried and am now impersonating. The son who's life I stole. Putting on this facade. God Rick's right, I'm a creep. I moved in with this random family and am now acting as their son. I looked at Rick who replied for me, not that I could hear what was being said. I didn't feel truly in my body. Like I was another person watching what was going on. A person that couldn't be seen. I couldn't believe this was really happening. It felt like a bad dream as I scanned the faces of people that looked like my family but a horrible feeling at my gut let me know that it wasn't. I didn't eat at breakfast. I just stared at it for what felt like hours, not talking to anyone. Maybe someone said something, but everything was so drowned out. Everything was so fuzzy like a dream. What kind of person was I? I was living with my dead self's family. They thought I was their annoying son. My hands quickly clenched into fists and I quickly felt nauseous again. My body excused itself to go to the bathroom and threw up. While I, the real me, just watched. Pig. That's what I thought watching it. Gross fucking pig.

When I was at school, I felt like I was just a robot fulfilling the tasks. Watching from a third person point of a view. I wouldn't be surprised if some people thought I was rude for not responding to them. They didn't know that I couldn't hear them. I could barely talk. How could I? I was impersonating someone else. Everyone in the house thought they knew me throughout my whole life. And the people I did actually know throughout my whole life, and who knew me, where in the coreneberged dimension doing who knows what. And I abandoned them. I was the worst kind of person. A vile piece of shit that abandoned his own family. I was no better than Rick. Maybe worse. I would've cried if I was in control of my body's movements. All my teachers, all the students, Jessica...they looked the same. But they didn't know me here. No one did. Expect for Rick. And he was horrible. I guess that's why he was my only friend. We were both horrible.

As soon as I got to the house I lived in, a whole dimension away from my home, my body quickly went to the living room by itself. Rick sat next to me. I assumed he tried talking to me. He nudged me and I blinked "W-what?" "Why didn't the fu-*burp*-ck did you ignore me?" I didn't respond, but the way my cheeks flushed and my eyes darted down were pretty telling. "You didn't hear me?" I hated how perspective he was at times. I nodded "You ok?" Rick asked, elbowing me lightly. I looked down, clutching the couch tightly. He sighed "Look, it's not easy the first time, but you're tougher than you look. You can handle it." I looked down. "I'm not." Rick shook me slightly "Don't be a pus-*burp*-sy, you can handle it." I didn't respond. I just looked down as I felt myself slowly difting away from my body, I was pulled back when Rick put a hand around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. I found myself on Rick's shoulder, I hated the way it comforted me. The way the strong scent of alcohol became a comforting scent to me. I hated myself as I nuzzled into his shoulder. Taking in the metallic scent of chemicals that was on his labcoat, god why did this comfort me so much? I'm pathetic. He looked at me "Hey, will you stop bitch-*burp*-ing if we watch that dumbass show you like together? It's the same in this dimension." That. At least that was the same. I nodded slowly and Rick set it up, setting the remote down when he found it, and using his free hand to nurse a flask. It was on an old episode, but at this time? I would take anything that was the same. Watching it while leaning on Rick's shoulder, I eventually finally, FINALLY fell asleep.

[donnimos]

Take this character drawing study that I did whilst I take my lil heart out bout him :,D !!!!!SPOILERS, TRED CAREFULLY!!!!!=͟͟͞͞ =͟͟͞͞ ﾍ ( ´ Д `)ﾉ imma just say, I ain't mad at Azi Shocked, hell yea, but ain't mad. idk how to fully describe it, but I feel that Aziraphale had taken up the offered opportunity in a way to have heaven be less "one sided". Although yea I'm grasping onto the coffee theory like its a drug and hoping that its true, he has shown to frown upon the decisions made from "his side" throughout the show, both in s1 and 2, and by going back to the place that actively hates on him (to his face even💀) he sees it as a way to open up more opportunities that were seen as ?blasphemy? and wrong. Now, the thing is, I do feel that Crowley also plays a big part in his decision, junked up or not. he has seen fist hand how happy he was when creating, and he wants to bring him back to that, unfortunately, it doesn't clock in that that's not what Crowley wants at all, he didn't want to go back in a longgg time, he just wanted to be with Aziraphale, bro just want's a peaceful live without heaven or hell breathing down his back, and he wants to spend that live with Aziraphale. I'll probably go into more detail with Crowley and how he has grown as a character in a post dedicated for him, but I digress. Its shown that Aziraphale straight up regrets his decision when going up to heaven, i.e: having his smile not reach his eyes, and after Crowley kisses him, he does linger on that kiss mentally, but he's also just questioning everythinggg. Can he love Crowley openly, is he even allowed to love any being romantically (╯•﹏•╰), and its just a shit storm all together. Now, the part that kills me but ultimately, its for the better .°(ಗдಗ。)°. Crowley can't be the one to save him. Aziraphale gotta do that all on his ownnn,,,sorta like yea, Crowley can help him a bit, but he has to come to the realization that Heaven will never change, specially for him. They can pretend to listen, but nothing will change, and Aziraphale needs to see that on his own, and make a decision on his own without anyone trying to convince him of what he wants. Ain't saying that that's what Crowley is doing, quite the opposite rlly, just saying that he needs to find out what he wants for once. I do believe that Crowley has helped him grow more as a person, but he needs to make the push himself to fully believe in what he wants and to not feel guilty about it. Yo its like, 1 am rn for me, so please excuse the inaccuracies you may run into with this lil spiel of mine, rather it be spelling mistakes or just getting the canon wrong is some parts ´･ᴗ･`

[ubashaaa-archived]

🍓 :>

QUINTUSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HI QUINTUS!!!!!!! OHH YOURE THE BEST. like literally thank you for EVERYTHINGGG you do. THANK you for hosting movie nights even when its stupid late for you. like seriously youre the best. AND AHH QUINTUS YOUR ART TOO . SOOO EXPRESSIVE. SO GOOD. like the way you draw eyes and smiles is like the best. AND YOUR AMVS. DUDE YOUR AMVS ARE SUCHHHH BIG INSPIRATIONS SERIOUSLYYYY !!!

[stardustloserdoll]

omg bill x childish reader head cannons?

like reader is super hyper, out of pocket, gets lost easily, and easily distracted??

love this. i’m super childish myself so this was fun to write

bill with a childish s/o

your intrusive thoughts come out sometimes..

you and bill can just be having a casual conversation and you’re like “what if the bus just flipped over” and you’d laugh a bit and he’d be like 😦

you laugh at everythinggg

literally someone can be riding their bike and you’d just burst out laughing and bill will look at you like🤨

it would be like 3 in the morning and you’d be jumping on the bed with bill trying to sleep. his eyes wide open like 👁️ 👁️

you and bill are always laughing 24/7 though

he loves your personality so much

when he has a bad day you always know how to cheer him up fast

you wander off a lot which makes bill consider getting those kid leashes for you😭

“y/n where are you?” “i don’t know actually. but i found a cute bracelet on the floor.”

you never lose any energy even after a big performance. it’s like you’re on a bunch of energy drinks or something

the smallest things amuse you and bill finds it so cute

if you and bill are walking around town and you see something that catches your eye bill will get scared cause he knows you’re gonna let go of his hand and run to see it😭

he looovess ur laugh its so contagious

“what were we talking about again?” “i don’t know.. but look at those flowers, so pretty!”

when you guys are talking he notices your focus is on something else and he has to snap you out of it

“okay y/n you and tom are in charge of the balloons.” bill would tell you and you’d be staring off into space smiling at nothing

he always has fun with you and never gets bored

also you have to stay away from anything sweet. the sugar hits you fast and you’re hyper as hell running around and saying random shit

[astralis-is-typing]

Hi ! I need to tell you about your han fic because HELL it was so UUUGH English is not my first language so it's a bit hard for me to express my emotion and stuff but yeah I love the way you wrote all of this it's feel so intimate and cozy

The only thing that made me it's the way yn put Jisung on a trial like GO THE MAN LOVES YOU AND YOU LOVE HIM AARRG but honestly I understood bcs technically they saw each other like 2months for like 6 years gkekfke I'm a bit too invested ANYWAY it's was cute and we'll written congratulations! I need more of those soft building relationship kind of fics (especially for changbin sadly)

I'll end my monologue here and wish you'll happily write other things in the future :D

Hi hi! I have read this message every day since you sent it in. Sorry for the late reply 😭 but just know that this really means everythinggg! I was so nervous about posting the fic and wasn't expecting much, your message put the biggest smile on my face. I'm happy it made you feel warm😭❤️ I was aiming for a cozy feel with this one and I'm grateful it's a success!!

And lmao we had to stress him a little you know?😋 she couldn't give in that easily haha

I'll definitely write more soft fics in the future (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ Thank you so so much once again for your feedback, have the best week ahead xx

[sometimesanalice]

Ames! Amesssssss!

These two! THESE TWO! They are everythinggg to me! This series is everthinggggg to me! ikyk, but I'm saying it again! (and again and again)

You have told their story with such care and attention to detail and intention, and it SHOWS! Every ounce of your love for them comes through, which is why this series has been such a joy to read!

I've told you before, but this series is so special. I've loved every moment of Nora's journey. I have rooted and cheered for them every step of the way, and getting to see them "happy and domestic and in love" is the most perfect send off for them! (don't look at me I'm crying)

This story, these characters. They're going to stay with me. I love this, I love them, I love you for sharing them with us!

You should be so, so proud of yourself. This was perfection.

more for you! 🩵

At her side, Jake is fast asleep, a pillow crease across his flushed cheek, visible proof of how early it really is because between them, Jake is usually the earlier riser. He’s such a morning person. It’s almost obnoxious. --she's such a black cat girlfriend, and I love her for it. But also I'm !!! over it because look how far they've come! Oh I'm already feeling sentimental, someone take my laptop away for I'll be drowning it in my tears soon.

but when Nora brought it up to him, watching a movie with him on the couch, tucked into his arms, Jake shrugged it off and said, “It’s worth it to me,” with a sweet kiss on her cheek. -- he's such a loverboy I cannottttt. the way he just wants to be in her orbit.

He does a shorter run with the intention of catching her still in bed after; slipping back under the covers, freshly showered with dripping hair, a clean soap smell to his skin; hoping to convince her to spend another hour in bed with him.//(She never needs much coaxing.)-- if I had a big, broad, sunkissed man who is obsessed with me too, you can bet I'd never get out of bed.

listening to the steady rhythm of Jake’s even breaths at her side and the faint clicking sound of the AC switching back on – because Jake runs warm and Nora lived in the city too long to be able to sleep without some sort of background noise  – and outside, the gentle sound of the songbirds, flitting between the branches of the lemon trees in the garden, chirping softly. -- ugh, this is just so pretty. I want to live in it. (and her house because it's gorgeous and homey and we love that for her! My best babe can grow ROOTS)

She’s actually been thinking about clearing it out, moving everything in it to the second drawer so...//So Jake can have his own drawer.-- catch me being ABSOLUTELY giddy over this! The way this man is going to grin so damn big when he gets that drawer of his own! 🥰

She has been finding his clothes here more and more and always ends up leaving them in the closet or folded on the dresser, but Jake should have a place to leave them, have a place here.-- MY HEARTTTTTT I AM TOO DELICATE FOR THISSSSSS. "JAKE SHOULD HAVE" shouldshouldshouldshouldshouldshould

He’s still asleep when Nora comes back out, chest rising and falling, steady like the sea, arm outstretched into the slight indent in the mattress where Nora used to be. She catches her lip between her teeth, smiling, and slips outside. -- it's so SOFT! it's so SWEET!! Oh she's smitten, she's gone, she's in loveeeeeee!

Who needs movers when Nora has Uncle Sam’s finest?- her taxpayer dollars at work!

It is hers, Nora reminds herself again.-- SWEET GIRL 🥹

He even made up his side of the bed, meticulously straightening the sheets and pillows, stretching the wrinkles from the fabric. A military habit that’ll never cease to amuse her. -- I am ENDEARED. But also, how his sweaty shirts alway end up in the hamper, the way he makes the bed. Like these little subtleties of him vs my sweet mess of a man Bradley Bradshaw with his croissant and cheese puff crumbs. RIP to the throuple fic that will never be, but honestly, I wouldn't trade Them for that. I love these little moments that reinforce how right Nora and Jake are together. (not to say, I don't think about the threesome fever dream, because I do.... often. lmao) But I LIVE for these bits.

He’s humming a country song under his breath, one Nora doesn’t recognize.//It sounds happy.-- CRYING OVER THIS ALL OVER AGAIN!!!! IT'S SO SIMPLE BUT IT JUST MAKES ME SO HAPPY THAT HE'S HAPPY THAT SHE'S HAPPY! THAT THEY'RE HAPPY BECAUSE THEY'RE TOGETHER AND A UNIT AND IN LOVE AND AND AND

“No,” Jake protests immediately, shuffling to shield the breakfast from her view, voice comically close to a whine. "Go back to bed."-- giggling over this, he is such a simp and I love him for it. A LOVER BOYYYYYYY

He gently argues – as if Nora suggested digging their breakfast from the Hard Deck dumpster-- plsssssss precious drama queen

It's delicious, which isn't a surprise because Nora's come to learn Jake is a damn good cook.//Handy because Nora is only well versed in cocktail and dessert recipes.-- she has her priorities in order 🥰

He kisses her cheek, her temple, the corner of her lips with a kind of reverence, like Jake can't stand to kiss her just once.-- ENOUGH ENOUGHHHHHH I AM ALREADY YEARNING! IT'S TOO MUCHHHHH (read: it's just right)

It’s only when Bradley raises his eyebrows that Nora realizes it’s a Dallas Cowboys fleece, one of Jake’s.//“Shut up,” Nora says preemptively. -- catch me grinning like an idiottttttt

"Yeah, but I'll give it to you when I leave so I don't get punched."-- smart boy, pretty boy!

Nora will probably never see them as much as she did before. It's a strange and bittersweet feeling.//She's done with the documentary, and Nora doesn't miss the work, but she does miss seeing them every day.-- still so, so soft over this. Of her getting to build a life, of getting to form these friendships, of getting to see just how far she's come. From feeling so alone and unsure of her place in the world, to being brave enough to change course to find what makes her happy.

“Sounds like a good idea to me.” //“Yeah?” //An undercurrent of uncertainty leaks into his voice, and Nora softens. //“Yeah,” Nora reassures. -- their friendship is SO DEEPLY important to me, you don't understanddddddd. I love the depth relationship, and their banter, and the way the understand each other.

“Nothing. Just…” A shake of his head. “Hangman’s happier. You seem happier. I’m happy for you. It’s nice to see for both of you,” Bradley says sincerely. He drops an arm around her shoulders and pulls her closer to him. “I’m glad you’re here, Nora. Glad you stayed.” --- AMELIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA STOPPPPPP ITTTTTT ENOUGHHHHHH I CANNOT TAKE MUCH MORE OF THISSSSS. Oh I am getting too sentimental, but they're real to me.they're real to me and I love them all and these moments will never not send me to the floor with how perfectly lovely they are.

Nora, 11:32 AM: Proud Navy Girlfriend???//Bradley, 11:33 AM: Do you like it?//Nora, 11:33 AM: What is wrong with you?//Bradley, 11:34 AM: Happy birthday, Proud Navy Girlfriend :) -- GIDDY AND GIGGLING

His dog tags gleam from the center of his collarbone. His shorts are slung obscenely low on his hips, low enough to reveal the mole there, and admittedly, Nora has only heard every other word out of Charlie’s mouth since Jake entered her line of sight.-- THE MOLEEEEEEEEEE THERE AREN'T ENOUGH SHOUTOUTS TO THAT SLUTTY LITTLE MOLE! GLEAMING! SWEATY! BROAD! LOOKING LIKE A SNACK! blesssssssss 😮‍💨

He catches her, of course, and smirks – a slow and humiliatingly smug smirk – and it’s all Nora can do not to fan herself. She coughs. -- lmaooooooooo, I love her. I'm so amused by this, miss ma'am has zero chill. And it's so fucking funny. The oogling. She's so smooth, so cool, but I love that we get to see just how gone she is too, lol

He spins his baseball cap backwards – a move that should be douchey and shouldn’t even remotely work for her but infuriatingly, because it’s him, absolutely does – and bends down to kiss the center of her panties.-- I AM A 404 THE HAT MOVE SHOULDN'T WORK BUT OH BOY DOES ITTTTTTTTTT

Her brain isn’t doing its best work right now, and Nora can come up with is, “Guests sit on this couch.”//“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Jake reassures, voice low and syrupy. “I’ll get it all.” -- she is so valid for that, and he is such a SLUT for that. AND I AM VALID FOR LOSING MY DAMN MIND

It’s slow and certain as Jake works her open with his fingers and pushes into her from behind, warm water misting on her face, dripping down her front; hot lips pressing lingering kisses along her shoulders and throat. He pulls her dripping hair away from her neck, slowly winding it around his fist, pulling her head to the side to lick a stripe up the side of her neck. -- I know you know what gif I'm thinking of right now, and it's such a mental image. THE HAND IN THE HAIRRRRRRR

when Jake breaths her name, it sounds like three precious words stitched into one. -- asdfhairugihgafgjaogiaeohtuaefoijsadpofgasg

She’s been combing through the wreckage, hoping to make something new from the pieces.-- HELP I'VE BEEN SHOT.📍Marking myself as personally victimized by your perfect prose. My god Ames, this line is so good.

Something hopeful about losing your way and finding it again; about losing people and meeting them again; about soulmates, both platonic and romantic; about meeting someone and being absolutely sure.-- weeping, it's her that's her and I'm a mess about it

He’s humming again, something happy, and Nora feels like a firework has gone off inside her ribcage.-- HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY! a sweet love, a gentle love, a happy love

“I’ve loved you since June,” Jake says easily, so easily it steals the air from her lungs. “Just been waiting for you to catch up, sweetheart.” -- I just don't have the words anymore. None of them would be good enough to express the way I'm feeling right now anyways. This is perfection and I'm all kinds of tender right now, so don't look at me.

A small affair for her friends and colleagues and a few fans.-- I'm there, I got the invite, I don't make the rules.

AND THEN YOU HIT ME WITH THIS:

And now, Nora’s 29 and in love and for the first time in a long time, the world doesn’t feel like it’s ending. It feels like it’s just beginning.  So Nora starts at the beginning. Starts with what she knows. She opens to a blank page. And writes about love. 

^^ oh look, catch me CRYING AGAIN.

It has been so long since I have been truly MOVED by a book, by characters, by words. I'm so deeply in my feels right now in the best possible way. 5 stars on Goodreads. This epilogue has quite possibly ruined me. I've got tears running down my face, but my heart is so full.

Endless Nora blue hearts for you 🩵

baby, i'm high octane (epilogue)

synopsis: on her 29th birthday, nora wakes up in her new home.

pairings: jake seresin x nora rogers (oc)

warnings: 18+, minors and ageless blogs dni, swearing, smut (brief oral sex and shower sex), bradley is an idiot (affectionate), nora and jake are happy and domestic and in love. (wc: 4.4K)

note: i'm saving my sappy note for the end, but if you'd like all of the vibes, listen to daylight before or while reading 🩵

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On the morning of her 29th birthday, Nora is awake before the sun.

At her side, Jake is fast asleep, a pillow crease across his flushed cheek, visible proof of how early it really is because between them, Jake is usually the earlier riser. He’s such a morning person. It’s almost obnoxious. 

During the week, he gets up at the crack of dawn – sometimes before, 4:45 AM sharp – and runs the five miles up the coast to Torrey Pines. He’s back with enough time to kiss a groggy Nora good morning and shower before he has to drive the half hour down to North Island.

It doesn’t make much sense logistically for him to sleep over during the week and drive an hour to and from the base – sometimes more with the evening traffic – but when Nora brought it up to him, watching a movie with him on the couch, tucked into his arms, Jake shrugged it off and said, “It’s worth it to me,” with a sweet kiss on her cheek. 

Weekends are nicer, slower.

On a slow weekend morning – a morning like this one – Jake sleeps in. He does a shorter run with the intention of catching her still in bed after; slipping back under the covers, freshly showered with dripping hair, a clean soap smell to his skin; hoping to convince her to spend another hour in bed with him.

(She never needs much coaxing.)

But now, for once, Nora’s the one who is awake.

She rolls onto her back with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling, at the exposed wood beams that slant overhead; listening to the steady rhythm of Jake’s even breaths at her side and the faint clicking sound of the AC switching back on – because Jake runs warm and Nora lived in the city too long to be able to sleep without some sort of background noise  – and outside, the gentle sound of the songbirds, flitting between the branches of the lemon trees in the garden, chirping softly. 

Is there enough bird seed in the feeder? She makes a mental note to check. 

She gives herself a few more minutes to will herself back to sleep before she gets up.

She’s never awake this early. She shouldn’t let it go to waste. 

Nora quietly patters across the room to the dresser and digs blindly around the top drawer for a blue one-piece she knows is in here somewhere. She doesn’t want to pull out her phone and use the flashlight, not when Jake is still sleeping so Nora continues to feel around in the near darkness in the mess of a drawer. 

She’s actually been thinking about clearing it out, moving everything in it to the second drawer so…

So Jake can have his own drawer.

She’s never lived with a boyfriend before – never gotten serious enough with one to get to that stage – and while Jake doesn’t actually live with her, he has started to leave some of his clothes at her place. 

It was unintentional at first. He'd come back from a run and throw his sweat-stained shirt into the hamper out of habit and forget to grab it from the laundry room. And then, Jake asked if Nora minded him leaving a spare linen-button-up in the closet for those nights when Nora wants to put on a little black dress and blow $50 on drinks alone at some beachside wine bar in Del Mar. 

She has been finding his clothes here more and more and always ends up leaving them in the closet or folded on the dresser, but Jake should have a place to leave them, have a place here.

She finally finds the swimsuit and ducks into the bathroom to change.

He’s still asleep when Nora comes back out, chest rising and falling, steady like the sea, arm outstretched into the slight indent in the mattress where Nora used to be. She catches her lip between her teeth, smiling, and slips outside. 

A pre-dawn chill lurks in the late summer air as Nora locks the blue door behind her and heads down to the beach. She’s grateful for her extra layer, a faded NYU sweatshirt that’s almost long enough to cover the hem of the linen shorts Nora pulled on inside. 

She doesn’t see a single person on the sidewalks on her short walk to the beach. It’s quiet and calm, and within a few minutes, Nora kicks off her sandals and sinks her blue-painted toes into the cool sand.

Dropping her bag in the sand, Nora casts off the sweatshirt and shorts and stuffs them into the bag.

She wades waist high into the ocean and curses sharply under her breath.

A sunrise swim might sound very dreamy and all, but goddamn, it’s so cold.

“Fuck,” Nora hisses.

She sucks in a harsh breath, bracing herself, and swims deeper. 

She adjusts to the cold after a few minutes – a few long and cold minutes – and after that, Nora floats on her back, letting the waves rock her closer to the shore and back out again, always keeping an eye out to make sure she doesn’t drift too far away. 

It’s quiet out here and so still, and with sea salt on her lips, Nora lets her mind drift with the tide. 

It’s been a little less than a month since Nora decided to stay in California.

At the end of July, Charlie helped her pack what little Nora had on North Island into a suitcase and a few boxes that ended up in the back of Penny’s garage while Nora went back to New York. She wasn’t there for long. She grabbed cocktails with a few of her friends who still lived there, shipped the rest of her stuff across the country, and hopped on the next flight back to San Diego.

She hardly left the house in the week that followed, busy unpacking her boxes in the cottage-style house, settling in to this next chapter of her life. 

Natasha and Bob were kind of enough to come over and help her with some of the unloading, diligently washing and putting away the meticulously bubble-wrapped kitchen boxes, organizing the built-in shelves in the living room. Nora left Bob in charge of the latter and came back from a coffee run to find the books separated by genre and then alphabetized. She could’ve kissed him. 

Jake and Bradley rallied Javy, Mickey, and Reuben into Nora’s own personal movers, and in a single afternoon, the Daggers carried in and unpacked the couch, bed, and bed frame and didn’t complain once. She had to promise them pizza and beer, but still.

Who needs movers when Nora has Uncle Sam’s finest?

From there, Nora has started to slowly furnish the rest of the house.

She’s been searching online and frequenting the local consignment stores with a very particular vision in mind, a vision of creams and pale blues; white linen and oak; sea shells and cowboy boots and gold.

Last week, Nora picked up the most gorgeous rug for the living room, one that picks up all of the blue accents and makes the whole room look bright and open. It’s perfect. It feels like a coastal dream, like hers. 

It is hers, Nora reminds herself again.

She doesn’t have somewhere to go, somewhere to be a month from now, four months from now. It’s all on her time now. And damn, isn’t that something?

When Nora heads back, the mid-August sky is a patchwork of blues, denim clouds and fading stars and the barest thread of gold creeping over the horizon. 

At home, she quickly rinses off in the shower and pads back into the bedroom. 

She slips back into bed and snuggles into the crook of Jake’s shoulder, resting her head on his outstretched arm again, and Jake mumbles something unintelligible in his sleep and tugs her closer, breath stirring the strands of pale hair at her forehead.

She’s asleep within minutes.

Sunlight pours into the bright room and spills across her back when Nora wakes up again. At a much more reasonable 9 AM. 

Stretching, Nora reaches her arms above her head and extends her legs in front of her, kicking into the sheets. She rubs the sleep from her bleary eyes and looks around the room. She’s alone.

A familiar shirt sits in a crumpled pile on the hardwood, like evidence, unmoved from when Jake cast it aside before bed, but Jake is gone. He even made up his side of the bed, meticulously straightening the sheets and pillows, stretching the wrinkles from the fabric. A military habit that’ll never cease to amuse her. 

Huffing out an amused breath, Nora plucks the shirt from the floor and slips it over her head.

She wanders out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, following the faint sounds of movement in there.

She’s greeted with the sight of his bare back,  ripped muscles and golden skin, rolling and flexing, as Jake moves between the pans on the stove – bacon, from the smell – and the humming espresso machine in the corner of the counter. Charlie gave her that as a housewarming present, and Jake’s made it his mission to make the perfect oat vanilla latte.

He’s humming a country song under his breath, one Nora doesn’t recognize.

It sounds happy.

She quietly crosses the kitchen and wraps her arms around him from behind, setting her cheek against the strong line of his spine, and Jake makes a startled sound like a sleeping cat that’s been unexpectedly patted on the head. She secretly grins. 

“No,” Jake protests immediately, shuffling to shield the breakfast from her view, voice comically close to a whine. "Go back to bed."

She laughs against his back. "No?"

"You heard me," Jake insists. "Get outta here. I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed."

Despite his words, Jake sets one of his hands over hers and intertwines their fingers. He has a spatula in the other hand, still pushing the eggs around the pan.

Grinning, Nora presses a kiss against a freckle on his back, against a dimple of muscle between his shoulder blades.

"I don't need breakfast in bed," Nora says. "Let's eat on the patio. It's beautiful outside."

She uses her most convincing voice, but Jake is stubborn, determined.

He gently argues – as if Nora suggested digging their breakfast from the Hard Deck dumpster – and eventually, Nora gives in with an amused shake of her head. He can win this round.

Mostly because Jake is adorably excited about the idea of bringing her a birthday breakfast in bed.

A few minutes later, Jake comes into the bedroom, balancing an iced latte and a few plates: blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. It's delicious, which isn't a surprise because Nora's come to learn Jake is a damn good cook.

Handy because Nora is only well versed in cocktail and dessert recipes.

When Nora's finished, Jake cleans up the dishes and brushes her hair out of her face. He kisses her cheek, her temple, the corner of her lips with a kind of reverence, like Jake can't stand to kiss her just once.

He ducks his head and murmurs, "Happy birthday, sweetheart," against her shoulder.

She catches his chin and kisses him, as honeyed and sweet as the maple syrup on her lips.

After breakfast, Nora gets a call from Bradley.

He's in the neighborhood – on his way to Penny's where, Bradley later reveals over coffee, is basically Maverick's these days – and wants to swing by and quote, see the birthday girl.

A cool breeze blows in from the coast, smelling like salt brine and sea lavender, so Nora shows Bradley to the stone-lined patio in the back and grabs a sweatshirt from the bedroom. She pulls it on over her linen dress on her way outside.

It’s only when Bradley raises his eyebrows that Nora realizes it’s a Dallas Cowboys fleece, one of Jake’s. 

“Shut up,” Nora says preemptively. 

She hands him a homemade Americano and sits next to him on the bench in the back, crossing her legs under the dress, looking out at the blue horizon of the ocean, a misty grey from the fog that lingers in the mornings.

“Didn’t say anything,” Bradley half-laughs, clearly holding back some joke about her being a born-again Cowboys fan. “Is Hangman here?” 

She shakes her head and sips her coffee through a glass straw.

"He's with Javy. They're going for a run in Point Loma." A run that Nora practically had to push him out the door for because Jake wanted to cancel all of his plans for her birthday. Both sweet and ridiculous. "He'll probably be back in an hour if you wanted to hang around and wait for him."

"Nah, I'm alright. I see him too much already." She gives him a look, and Bradley cracks a smile and knocks his knee against hers, all playfulness. "I'm here to see the birthday girl anyway."

“And drink her coffee.” 

He drops his shoulder in an easygoing shrug, brown eyes twinkling. “It’s good coffee, Rogers.” 

She grins. “Thanks, Bradshaw. You get me anything?” 

"Yeah, but I'll give it to you when I leave so I don't get punched."

He's wearing a cryptic expression, an I know something you don't know grin.

But before Nora can press him further, Bradley expertly changes the subject, distracting her with the latest gossip from the base, including Captain Mitchell all but moving in with Penny.

She still makes it down to San Diego a few times a week to hang out with Jake and see the rest of her friends. She pops down for the occasional night of cheap drinks and pool at the Hard Deck, meets Natasha for brunch at Little Frenchie, or spends the afternoon on Penny's boat with Bradley; but Nora will probably never see them as much as she did before. It's a strange and bittersweet feeling.

She's done with the documentary, and Nora doesn't miss the work, but she does miss seeing them every day.

Bradley drains the last of his coffee and sets the mug on the weathered wood of the bench. Another secondhand find from a neighbor who didn't need it anymore.

As if reading her mind, Bradley says, "We all miss having you on the base, you know? We all got used to having you around. It's not the same without you."

A faint smile as Nora says, "It's kind of weird, isn't it?"

"Don't you get bored out here?"

"So bored sometimes," Nora exhales, laughing, and Bradley chuckles, "but I really feel like I need to be bored right now. It's good for me." This is the longest break Nora has given herself in... well, ever maybe. She needs the space to recharge and breathe and feel like herself again. "It's nice to have some room in my brain to be bored for once. I felt so... scattered before."

"And I like it here," Nora continues. "I like having a place that's mine."

He goes quiet for a long and thoughtful moment, a slight scrunch between his brows.

“I’ve been thinking…” Bradley starts slowly, almost cautiously, testing the weight of the words. “I might want to move out of the apartments on the base and maybe get a house or something, I don’t know.” 

She looks at him, surprised. “You do?”

He chews on his bottom lip. Nods. “Why not? My squadron’s stationed here. Maverick’s probably going to propose to Penny soon. I won’t be leaving San Diego anytime soon, and I’m not getting any younger. I want something that feels more… grounded, you know?” 

She does know.

“Giving up on the bachelor life already, Bradshaw?” 

A cheeky grin pulls at his mouth as Bradley shrugs again. “Well, I don’t know if I’d say that. I should probably start with the house. Take it slow.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me.” 

“Yeah?” 

An undercurrent of uncertainty leaks into his voice, and Nora softens. 

“Yeah,” Nora reassures. 

A moment passes, settles, and Nora’s lips pull into a slight smirk.

Noticing, Bradley asks, “What?” 

“Don’t go too slow though. You said it yourself. You’re definitely not getting any younger.” 

He makes a face, and Nora can’t hold back a laugh.

“You need to kick Hangman out,” Bradley grumbles, good-natured. “You’ve been spending too much time with him.” 

Another laugh bubbles from her lips.

“He doesn’t even live here.” 

“Could’ve fooled me.” 

She ignores the pointed look Bradley gives her sweatshirt and continues, “And besides, I happen to like spending too much time with him. He’s my boyfriend.” 

She expects him to make a disgusted noise or fake gag like Bradley did when Nora first called Jake her boyfriend in front of him, but Bradley watches her and doesn’t say anything.

Her leg nudges into his. “What?” 

“Nothing. Just…” A shake of his head. “Hangman’s happier. You seem happier. I’m happy for you. It’s nice to see for both of you,” Bradley says sincerely. He drops an arm around her shoulders and pulls her closer to him. “I’m glad you’re here, Nora. Glad you stayed.” 

Moisture pricks at the corners of her eyes, but Nora blinks it back and swallows the rising lump in her throat. 

She leans into him. Presses her face into his solid shoulder.

“So am I.” 

On his way out, Bradley gives her a hug and her birthday present.

She sits crosslegged on the couch and slowly pulls the crumpled blue tissue paper out of the gift bag until Nora finds a messily wrapped rectangle. He must’ve wrapped it himself. She smiles to herself and carefully rips the paper away.

It’s a small waterproof camera, complete with a wrist strap so Nora doesn’t have to worry about losing it in the ocean. She can bring it on her next morning swim or the next time that Bradley invites her out on the boat. It’s sweet, so sweet that Nora’s a little confused.

She pulls out her phone.

Nora, 11:24 AM: Thanks for the camera! So sweet of you!

Nora, 11:24 AM: Why’d you think I’d punch you??

Bradley, 11:27 AM: There’s something else in there.

Curious, she pulls the rest of the paper out of the bag until she finds a rolled-up shirt at the very bottom. It’s a deep blue, a soft fabric. She lets it fall open and holds it up to get a good look at the words printed across the front.

“Oh,” Nora says out loud, reading. “You asshole.” 

Nora, 11:32 AM: Proud Navy Girlfriend???

Bradley, 11:33 AM: Do you like it?

Nora, 11:33 AM: What is wrong with you?

Bradley, 11:34 AM: Happy birthday, Proud Navy Girlfriend :) 

She sends him back a picture of her middle finger.

A hour later, Jake comes back, and Nora’s on the phone with Charlie.

He strolls in the front door, headphones around his neck, shirtless and drenched in sweat. Sweat shouldn’t be allowed to look that hot on someone. It should be illegal… or something. His dog tags gleam from the center of his collarbone. His shorts are slung obscenely low on his hips, low enough to reveal the mole there, and admittedly, Nora has only heard every other word out of Charlie’s mouth since Jake entered her line of sight.

“Nora?”

A droplet of sweat runs down his neck and pools in his glistening collarbone.

“Uh huh.” 

“Do you need to go?” 

Jake stretches his arms, folding them over his head, running his long fingers through his damp hair and setting his baseball cap back down, and Nora doesn’t even pretend not to watch the ripple that passes through his abs. 

“I, uh…” 

He catches her, of course, and smirks – a slow and humiliatingly smug smirk – and it’s all Nora can do not to fan herself. She coughs. 

On the other end of the line, Charlie snorts. 

“I’ll let you go. Have a good birthday.” And Charlie adds knowingly, “Tell Jake I say hello.” 

“Love you, bye,” Nora exhales and all but throws the phone across the couch, cheeks burning. “Charlie says hi.” 

“Hi Charlie.” Jake pushes the bill of his cap up with one finger, like the brim of a cowboy hat, and drops a slightly salty kiss onto her lips. His voice softens. “Hi, sweetheart. Did I already say happy birthday?” 

“A few times, yeah.” 

His eyes gleam. “A few? That’s not enough.” 

She bites her lip, grinning, and Jake presses his face into her neck, inhaling the smell of her perfume with a soft groan and also smearing sweat across her cheek. She wrinkles her nose at him and pushes him back by his shoulders.

“You need a shower. You’re all sweaty and gross.” 

“You weren’t lookin’ at me like I’m gross,” Jake drawls. He clambers onto the couch and puts his full body weight – his sweat-covered body weight – on top of her. She makes a high-pitched sound of protest, which quickly dissolves into a laugh, and Jake shakes with laughter. “You’re pretty gross now too, sweetheart.” He puts his lips to her ear, and Nora shivers under him. “Wanna join me and conserve water?” 

“You’re ridiculous,” Nora says, which isn’t a no, feeling a little breathless.

Grinning, Jake allows her to push him off the couch.

He ends up on his knees on the blue rug and looks up at her, green eyes glittering.

Jake reaches for her ankles and pulls her to the edge of the couch, begins to slowly push the hem of dress up, one inch at a time.

“What about that shower?” Nora asks, watching as Jake pulls the fabric higher and higher, exposing more and more of her bare thighs, which part slightly for him, almost like a reflex.

“In a minute, sweetheart.” 

He spins his baseball cap backwards – a move that should be douchey and shouldn’t even remotely work for her but infuriatingly, because it’s him, absolutely does – and bends down to kiss the center of her panties.

He licks at her through the fabric, drinking in the soft sounds Nora makes. 

“Jake…” Nora exhales. She knocks his hat from his head, burying her fingers in his damp hair, pulling on the strands. “We should… You shouldn’t…” Her brain isn’t doing its best work right now, and Nora can come up with is, “Guests sit on this couch.” 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Jake reassures, voice low and syrupy. “I’ll get it all.” 

"Fuck," Nora breathes.

He slides her panties down to her knees and spreads his tongue over her, and Nora’s head drops back on the couch, hair fanning across the back.

His mouth doesn’t leave her until Nora’s come apart on his tongue. Twice. 

After, Jake hikes her legs around his waist and carries her into the shower, hands spread across her ass, curled in her hair. 

It’s slow and certain as Jake works her open with his fingers and pushes into her from behind, warm water misting on her face, dripping down her front; hot lips pressing lingering kisses along her shoulders and throat. He pulls her dripping hair away from her neck, slowly winding it around his fist, pulling her head to the side to lick a stripe up the side of her neck. 

And all the while, Jake is murmuring in her ear.

Words full of praise and adoration and desire, and Jake smells like coffee and lavender shampoo and sweat and him, so very him, and god, Nora likes this, likes him more than she can put into words; loves this, loves – 

It’s burning, molten hot, full of feelings, pushing through the soil like early spring flowers, and when Jake breaths her name, it sounds like three precious words stitched into one. 

Around noon, Nora curls up in the arm chair near the front window, soaking in the feeling of the sun at her back, casting a shadow in the shape of her on the rug and the knotted floor boards. She loves the light in this room, gleaming, reflecting off the sun catcher that Nora hung in the window, sending a fractured light across the room in the afternoons. 

It’s her favorite spot in the whole house. 

She has a lot of free time now, and in that free time, Nora’s been sitting in this chair and digging through the buried files on her laptop; rereading old screenplays from college; half-written and abandoned drafts that Nora let her own perfectionism shred into something unrecognizable.

She’s been combing through the wreckage, hoping to make something new from the pieces.

And Nora finds herself coming back to the same idea – an ink-stained and half-formed whisper of an idea that’s lived stubbornly in the back of her mind for years now.

Something hopeful about losing your way and finding it again; about losing people and meeting them again; about soulmates, both platonic and romantic; about meeting someone and being absolutely sure.

She is scribbling in her journal when Jake settles into the chair within reach of hers.

He reaches for her hand to brush a kiss across her knuckles, a smile dimpling his cheeks, crinkling the corners of her eyes. He’s humming again, something happy, and Nora feels like a firework has gone off inside her ribcage.

She says his name to catch his attention.

And then, Nora says, “I love you.” 

And Jake grins in that easy and self-assured way that Nora’s come to love so much, like Jake knows her, really knows her. 

“I’ve loved you since June,” Jake says easily, so easily it steals the air from her lungs. “Just been waiting for you to catch up, sweetheart.” 

And just this once, Nora’s too happy to fight for the last word. She lets him have this one.

A year from now, Nora will be 30.

Not long after, Nora’s first feature film will come out. She’ll go to the very first screening. A small affair for her friends and colleagues and a few fans. She’ll wear a pale blue dress, and Jake will wear a suit and matching tie and pat his pocket the whole night to make sure the ring hasn’t fallen out, his grandmother’s ring.  

That’s later. This is now.

And now, Nora’s 29 and in love and for the first time in a long time, the world doesn’t feel like it’s ending. It feels like it’s just beginning. 

So Nora starts at the beginning. Starts with what she knows.

She opens to a blank page. And writes about love. 

end note: i finished this last month and fell into a bit of writer's block – slash post-creation depression lol – and didn't want to actually edit what i wrote, my bad.

i love nora and jake and everything BIHO has become so much. i love being here with all of you, and i love you for reading it and being so generous with your words and your feedback and your attention. 🩵 i'm also hoping – please, writer's block, i'm begging – to write more in this universe so if you really want to see anything or want to know any of my random post-biho headcanons, let me know!

likes are always appreciated, but comments and reblogs make my whole day, and i'd love to hear from you.

[spookyserenades]

Hii <3 hope you are well! So... I've read Trouvaille, and I'm in love! 😭 I can't describe in words how much I liked this story, I wish I could convey everything in words. Its plot is VERY interesting, I read the synopsis and I was like "Hm, I've never seen anything like this, how fascinating" and when I read the chapters I really enjoyed it and was VERY interested in the story.

I was wondering how you managed to come up with a combination of ideas like ??? Ok, I've read several Hybrid fanfics, but combining supernatural and horror?? PERFECT! Everything I needed in my life and didn't know. And the vibe of this fanfic is ??? AAAAAAAAA IT'S VERY GOOD, I can already imagine the scenarios and everything is very good to read! I imagine the house as the one from the Ozark's series (even if the location of the series is not at all old, but I imagine Trouvaille a lot like that, the filter, the scenography, and I think it matches the story a lot. Well, at least when I imagine the story be like that).

I'm also IN LOVE with how you made the characters, all the hybrids being predators and the personality of each one I LOVE SO MUCH, I'm SO curious about them, I want to know EVERYTHINGGG!! It's amazing how UNIQUE each thing in the story is, and that makes it even better! Because I hadn't seen anything like it yet, it's so original and so beautiful 😭 For example, jungkook ??? instead of a shy and sweet personality, it's COMPLETELY the opposite, and I LOVED it, "rebellious" and a little "arrogant" perfectly matching his appearance, I don't know, I imagine that very well. As if it matches his age since he's the youngest (although jungkook is already past 15 with the rebellious phase LOL)

And taehyung is soo 🥺🤏 same with what the boys said about him LOL, SORRY, I CAN'T HAND IT IS SO CUTE! He reminded me a lot of Ice Bear from "We Bare Bears" 😭💓

And when the character had that nightmare, I thought it might be namjoon 👀 and when you posted the third chapter and you had the description of his eyes, I was like hmmm 👀 but anyway, I don't have many theories about that, because I bet you will tell us surprise with these things! Then I'm ready!

And about those "electric shocks" that the character feels when she touches Seokjin (or someone else, I don't remember very well) it made me think "are they Companions? 👀 or soulmates" but as it only happened with Jin, I was very excited doubt. We still don't know much, so it's hard to make theories. I can't wait for them to come around and we discover so much more!

When I think that the update is only on the 7th and 20th, I feel so sad 😔 LOL, but when you write these huge chapters, I get really excited because I know the wait is worth it! 💓💓💓

(I hope it wasn't too difficult to understand what I said, English is not my first language so I'm afraid of getting confused LOL)

HIIII darling, oh my goodness!! I'm doing very well, and I hope you are too! I just want to say, thank you so SO much for sending me such a beautiful message, you've brought such a smile to my face <3 I'm so happy you find the plot to be fascinating so far, I really wanted to have multiple layers in this fic to keep the reader on their toes!

Inspirations for this story are numerous! I've loved hybrid fics for a long time, and always wanted to write one of my own. I've drawn inspiration from many of my favorite forms of media, whether it be music, film, literature, or TV shows. The largest sources of inspirations come from the music of Deftones, films Constantine (2005 Francis Lawrence) Fantastic Mr. Fox (2009 Wes Anderson), books such as The Exorcist, Wuthering Heights, and Water for Elephants, and most of all, TV shows Twin Peaks, The X-Files, Yellowstone, and Ghost Adventures (LOL). I take some of my favorite bits of these shows and sort of weave them all together to create a plot, even if one thing doesn't seem to go with another. I think now, after having written this story for so long, all these inspirations seem to complement each other in different ways :) I'm planning on releasing a whole post about Trouvaille inspirations, including an in-depth look at how certain characters from my favorite forms of media influenced the hybrids in Trouvaille. I adore horror movies and all things spooky, and so I couldn't help myself by including some darker themes into Trouvaille!

My parents LOVE Ozark, I've never seen it myself, but after your mentioning of it, I looked up the house you were referring to. The vibe is VERY much like the setting I imagined for the Trouvaille house! It takes place in a town outside of Boston, Massachusetts, so it is a heavily wooded and misty sort of area. The house itself is an old Victorian mansion of sorts, but the outside areas of the home, including all of the densely grouped trees, are VERY much like that Ozark home.

I'm so happy you're loving Jungkook's character so far. He has definitely been one of my favorite hybrids to write about! Jungkook in real life definitely has those timid, sweet characteristics, but I totally see a bit of bad boy arrogance in him that I wanted to exaggerate in this story. You're right, it goes well with the fact that he's the youngest, perhaps having something to prove since he is the only hybrid who isn't a predator~

Taehyung is really a sweet little bear in this!! Ice Bear is a such a fantastic comparison, especially with Taehyung's stoicism and quiet nature. So cute <3

You're the second reader to theorize that Y/N's nightmares may be connected to Namjoon! You're totally right, the descriptions of both the eyes of the creature in her nightmare and Namjoon's are pretty similar. It's super interesting that you've both made this connection! I hope you'll tell me if you gather more clues from future updates :)

Seokjin is one of my babies in this story, I'd protect him with my life XD I love the concept of soulmates SO much! Its fun to write an OT7 story, because you have to come up with several ways to demonstrate different types of attraction to each member. Y/N definitely feels an electrical pull to Seokjin, but I wonder why... ;)

I'm so happy that you've shown so much love to each update of Trouvaille so far, and that you've sent me such a wonderful message in response. Reading all of your comments and theories have made my day!! I hope I was able to give you some more exciting insights to the story! April 7th will be here before you know it, with another hefty update :) I'd love to hear your thoughts surrounding Chapter Four when it drops!

By the way, your English is wonderful-- don't apologize, I could understand perfectly and you are so very kind and lovely! Thank you again for reading, enjoying, and taking the time to send in your beautiful response. Until we speak next time, I wish you nothing but happy days! <3

[markwebberaus]

[sourslices]

i added this subconsciously but i need it to be known:

when jason hears all of that, he realises how much dick hides shit just so the rest of them are happy. he'll say the food is good or the movie was nice just to see someone smile. dick really only wants to see everyone happy

tim finally realises how much his brother loves him and how he's been accidentally taking for granted — funny, considering how growing up, love was something he never thought he'd have, let alone take for granted.

yes im focusing solely on jason and tim from the batfam sorry abt that

kori and roy and the other titans that arent in touch realise how much dick has grown into the person he is now and the little changes and everything that they've missed. and then it hits them that they never thought they wouldn't have been there with him — because one day, that thought was unimaginable. it used to be impossible to think they'd be anywhere but beside him.... look at them now.

batfam realises how different dick is with them vs with the titans and same goes for the titans.

oh and one more thing, jason attempts one of dick's mother's recipes. he made dick sit down and eat it and tried to pretend to be uncaring abt the whole thing but in reality he was SWEATINGGGG and then dick saw what he'd done and started crying. jk. or am i. anyway, dick took a bite and finished everythinggg and then at the end he said, "it's not the same — it might never be — and... that's okay, because not being the same doesn't equal to not being good, does it?"

basically, jason could never match mama grayson but he still did well.

alfred could work up to a higher level of spice in the food but people in the family (cough cough bruce and tim mainly) probably cant handle it.

hc that the titans know/knew dick better than the batfam — and it makes sense, but i dont feel like elaborating on this part. anyway...

it'd be nice to see too, yk... considering dick is the eldest in the batfam and (in at least fan content) he's known to be very caring about family and yadda yadda.

dick was the first. the first child hero/sidekick, the first robin... the leader of the titans. a charismatic leader, a faithful friend. most people idolise him, and even if you get disillusioned after getting to know him personally, there's still a certain amount of admiration and respect that will never go away when it comes to nightwing.

this also works with the yj universe — esp yj because dick's the youngest out of all of them (not too sure abt the titans, but ik he isnt the youngest)

damian's perhaps the closest to dick out of the batfam. most people are aware of the distance between them and him but jason and tim don't realise that they don't know a lot about his brother...

it starts with cass calling him out for pretending to be okay and even trying to adjust his body language to hide his fatigue and his wounds. it goes on with jason commenting about a movie night that dick had wrestled everyone into (the movie had been steph's choice btw) and then either roy or kori respond like this.

jason: *off-handedly commenting abt the movie night and dick*

roy/kori: ???

roy/kori: we saw that movie when it came out. dick hated it and swore not to watch it ever again lmaooo

or maybe it was food. jason talks abt alfred's meals and then kori chuckles and recalls how dick had told her that he wasn't too fond of alfred's cooking. jason had been like "???" because dick always acted like he loved it and then roy goes like no lmaooo dick finds most of alfred's food kinda tasteless. something about british men and not knowing how to put seasoning

when jason confronts dick, dick admits to it

dick: okay yeah true

dick: i didnt rlly like alfie's cooking when i first came here but he got better... gradually. it's better than before but

dick: ...if you ask me, i prefer his baking.

jason: roy said smth about him trying to make one of your ma's recipes

dick: i never asked him again.

dick: (starts thinking about how he had nobody to teach him how to cook like his parents did and becomes SadTM)

and then cass damian and duke all go like "??? im not alone ??" because in reality they all find alfred's cooking a little... subpar. its not bad per say but u have to rmbr alfred is old white british man and there are battles you lose. anyway, cass damian duke and dick all bond over this because they thought it was only them who found the meals prepared a little... yk. alfred still works on getting better but there is nothing that will beat food made by hands who know how it shld taste yk...

(sorry about the alfred slander)

anyway, tim starts to realise despite being dick's little brother, and the only little brother dickie had for a while, there's a lot he still doesnt know abt the guy. which is funny because tim used to essentially stalk him

kori and dick make up after a long discussion about assault and victim blaming and there are a lot of apologies and they resolve their remaining issues (that doesn't mean what happened was okay, or it was forgotten or whatever)

dick actually asks for some space and tells her their friendship will probably never be what it was and kori is sad but is like. okay. they're still friends after a few months of distance and a lot of therapy on dick's side. he didn't blame her for any of it but he still needed... time

roy and dick also sort their shit out. im unclear as to what that shit actually is because roy used to adore dick when they were speedy and robin but whatever they sort it out and there's some homoerotic tension between them im telling u... dick still asks for space el oh el it takes a while to recover from years of distance and they're not the same

but just because they aren't the same doesn't mean everything's different.

the titans are subjected to the changes in dick and they watch him interact with the batfam, meanwhile batfam realises they don't know a lot abt dickie while watching the titans take care of him in several different ways while they, despite being a family of investigators, didnt know smth was up. it's mostly donna who does the "taking care of"

ik i actually didn't mention many of the titans but... yeah