#i just finished the house binge a few weeks ago

[girliism]

girldad!art who is currently shopping for halloween costumes.

“are we doing family costumes this year?” art asked you. halloween was in a week and surprisingly spirit halloween still had a few costumes. “no, she said she’s too old for that now. she wants to be a zombie.” you told art, picking up one of the zombie makeup kits. art made a confused face. not many eight year old girls wanna be zombies for halloween. “why a zombie?”

you dropped the making up kit into the shopping basket. “patrick’s been binging the walking dead with the girls when he watches them.” you reveal, having only found out a while ago yourself. “remind me to have a conversation with him about that later.” art mumbled.

—

“can we trick or treat at lily’s house? her neighborhood has better candy.” your daughter spoke, interrupting you trying to do her makeup for the hundredth time. “yes, we can if you stop talking and let me finish this.” you told her and she immediately straighten up and closed her mouth. but because she was an antsy eight year old that only lasted a minute until she was back to squirming in her seat and asking you random questions.

you put the final touches on her zombie makeup before picking up the mirror flipping it towards her. “alright girly, take a look.” you watched as her eyes and her smile grew wider. “mommy, i look so good!” she took the mirror from you to examine her face up closer. “let’s go show daddy.”

—

you and art stood in the kitchen while your daughter hide behind the wall. “both of you cover your eyes and i’ll count to three.” she order the two of you. “but i’ve already seen your outfit.” you said. she stuck her little arm out and pointed a finger at you. “both. eyes. closed.” she demanded with a bossy attitude you liked to pretend she totally didn’t get from you.

after peeking around the corner and seeing that both yours and art’s eyes were closed she walked out to stand in front of you. “ok, open your eyes in three …two…. one.” you and art tore your hands away from your eyes. “look daddy, i’m you but as a zombie!” she beamed.

“you look amazing! oh my god.” art smiled at his daughter who stood dress up in an all white tennis outfit that had little dirt and blood stains and her hand holding a bloody tennis racket. “we used the picture from when you and uncle patrick won the doubles as a reference.” she said. “i can see that.” art moved to pick her up, an action that was getting a little strenuous given how big she was now but he hasn’t throw his back out yet so he supposes it’s still ok. “you found my old hat and everything. and look at this makeup, mommy did very good.” he turned to you giving you a smile. “how did you come up with such a costume?”

your daughter took a deep breath getting ready to explain. “well, first i was just gonna be a plain zombie but there was gonna be hundreds of zombies tonight and i thought that was too boring. so i decided to combine my two favorite things, you and zombies.” she said with a zombieish groan at the end snapping her teeth at art. you laughed at their antics before clapping your hands together. “ok, time for pictures so we can go.” art let her down to the ground and she ran off to get her tennis ball looking trick or treat basket before posing up a storm for you.

—

“whoa, zombie art donaldson. awesome costume kid.” patrick greeted the three of you in front of the zweig house before high-fiving your daughter. tashi and lily soon came out of the house. “who are supposed to be.” you asked lily. “spider gwen from into the spiderverse. see mommy let me put in pink clip ins.” she showed off the curly pink clips that blended in with her hair. “nice.” you gave her a nod of approval.

more pictures were taken of the girls in their costumes standing in front of tashi and patrick’s halloween decorations.

“candy candy candy.” lily and your daughter chanted, their arms hooked together as they skipped ahead of you and tashi. art and patrick hung a little further back. “hey, patrick can i take to you.” patrick hummed. “could you maybe not watch the walking dead with two eight year olds.” art suggested. patrick scoffed. “oh come on. we just got to season three things are getting good i can’t leave the girls hanging. plus i cover their eyes at any inappropriate part so don’t worry.” patrick patted art’s back. art shook his head mumbling an “ok.”

—

the girls circled the block at least three times to get as much candy before heading back to tashi and patrick’s house where they traded back and forth until they crashed on the couch.

art carried his daughter out to the car bidding good night to tashi and patrick. once at home and inside your held your arms out so art could pass your daughter off to you to get her ready for bed but art said that he would do it.

“sorry, we didn’t do family costumes. i know you wanted to.” she sleepily mumbled. she had her teeth brushed and pajamas on, face clean of all the makeup that art gently wiped off. “you don’t need to apologize i’m fine with it. plus your costume was way better anyway.” art pincher her sides lightly. she let out light giggles. “thanks. good night, daddy.”

“good night.” art tucked her in tight and placed one last kiss on her forehead before shutting off her lamp and leaving.”

(happy halloween!!)

[paperstorm]

Thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet and @corsage! Have a slightly longer snippet than usual to introduce you to a musician AU I am in the very very early stages of working on. ([Band name] redacted only because I haven't settled on one yet 😂 My dumb brain that loves a pun keeps suggesting Strand and Deliver but that's too silly)

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TK blinks. For a moment, he’s sure he heard wrong. “A tour?”

“Limited American, to start,” Billy says. “And then expanding to Europe if we can, depending on ticket sales.”

With another blink and a dumbfounded shake of his head, TK reiterates, “You want me to go on a world tour? When I literally just got out of rehab?”

Billy frowns. “Oh, is there like … more shit you need to do? With that?”

“I – not, there isn’t …” TK babbles, unable to adequately voice why he’s reacting this way, because really, Billy isn’t wrong. He finished his 30 days. It’s been two weeks on top of that, and he’s stayed away from anything stronger than a regular strength Tylenol for the headache he had last Thursday. He’s not on probation, he’s not being required to do another month in some kind of halfway house. The only thing on his calendar for the foreseeable future is rotting on his couch with a bowl of cereal and binging some sitcom he’s already watched a million times. He doesn’t really have a good reason that he shouldn’t jump right back into work, he just wasn’t expecting it to happen. He hasn’t even reconnected with his band, yet.

“I’m not gonna force you to do anything,” Billy tells him, folding his hands on his desk and looking at TK with a furrowed brow. “If you don’t think you’re ready, we can put all this on hold until you are.”

“But?” TK asks, sensing there’s a big one coming.

Sniffing loudly, Billy’s hands transfer to his keyboard. It clacks noisily in the quiet room as he types, and then he rotates the monitor so TK can see the screen.

The sight that greets him is a Google search of his own name, and as Billy slowly presses the down arrow on his keyboard, TK’s eyes travel over headline after headline – Musician TK Strand seen emerging from upstate drug and alcohol rehabilitation facility, and Lead singer of [band name] checks out of rehab; fans wonder what’s next for the group, and [Band name]’s critically acclaimed album dropped almost eight months ago, here’s why no one’s heard from them since.

He gets stuck for a moment on a particularly cruel one, questioning whether the band will have what it takes to pick up where they left off after a widely publicized relapse derailed what should have been their biggest tour to date.

“The most surefire way to shut all this up, is to get right back on the horse,” Billy says, in a voice that’s serious but not unkind. “You’ve still got an album full of new songs that your fans are dying to hear live, it’s just a few months later than it was supposed to be.”

“They don’t think I’ve got what it takes.” TK nods toward the computer screen.

Billy rotates it back toward himself so TK can’t see it anymore. “They’re wrong.”

“What if they’re not?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“I guess,” TK concedes, swallowing over his dry throat.

“There’s one more thing.”

“Okay.”

“The label suggested it, just so’s you know.”

“God, what?” TK groans, expecting the worst.

“If you agree to this tour, they want to pick your opener.”

“Oh.” TK frowns. It’s not nearly as bad as some of the things he was imagining. “That’s all?”

Pursing his lips, Billy asks, “You heard of Carlos Reyes?”

The name sounds vaguely familiar, but TK doesn’t recognize it well enough to be positive as he asks, “Carlos … wait, that song that’s been all over TikTok? That people are like hoedown dancing to?”

“That’s the one.”

“He’s a country singer,” TK says, stating what surely must be obvious.

“He is,” Billy agrees without further explanation.

“I don’t feel like we’ll have a ton of crossover fans.”

“He is up and coming.”

“Does he even have more than that one shitty song?”

Billy turns to his keyboard again and shows TK the guy’s Wikipedia page. He’s a year younger than TK and handsome in that wholesome, good Southern boy sort of way, complete with a cross necklace glinting against his clearly shaved chest. As Billy scrolls to the bottom, TK’s gaze catches the information that the lead guitarist and bass player for Reyes’s travelling band are a married couple, and TK barely holds in a scoff.

“He has two albums and an EP,” Billy points out. “He just hasn’t really taken off much, until now.”

Annoyed, TK asks, “And the label thinks, what, we can’t put asses in seats anymore without some lame TikTok star? That I can’t?”

“He’s not a TikTok star, he’s a musician with a growing fanbase. And he’s got a reputation that is not, unlike yours at the moment, covered in shit,” Billy explains in a no-nonsense voice.

“Right.” TK huffs and slides back in his chair. “So, that’s what this is. I was high at a Grammy party three months ago and now my name is mud, so the label wants me to bring some Mouseketeer in a cowboy hat along to calm the shareholders down.”

“I doubt they’d put it exactly that way.” Billy exhales and shrugs. “But basically, yeah. That’s the long and short of it. Reyes and his band are good clean fun, whereas people are still circulating pictures of you almost puking on Ariana Grande, so they’re not willing to put up the money for the tour unless you agree to bring him with you.”

“Fabulous,” TK mutters. “What could go wrong.”

“For the sake of your future in this business, you better hope absolutely fucking nothing,” Billy warns, and it still isn’t unkind, but he isn’t joking.

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[lindyloosims]

I feel like I haven't logged on here for ages, I've managed to binge watch all 8 seasons of Game of Thrones in under 2 weeks. I tried watching it years ago but couldn't get into it, they say that if you're not hooked on something by the 3rd episode then you never will be, so by the 3rd episode I wasn't into it so I stopped watching. Then House of the Dragon came out and because I love Matt Smith (my 2nd fave Doctor) I gave it a go and really liked it, so when season 2 just came out a few weeks ago I decided to give GoT a go as I couldn't wait for another episode of HotD to come out, and I was hooked this time around. I just finished it last night and like most people I was really annoyed with the ending, if you know you know, *spoiler* deserved better! What a let down!

Anyway, Claire's reign is over and her successor shall be revealed in 5 days when the poll is done. I can't wait to see who it is. I'm off to test out the new pack, pray for me!

[spookygingerr]

Is shameless prestige tv?

Hi Anon!

I hope your day is going well :)

I'm not gonna lie, I had never heard of that term before so I did some research. So let's see...

From what I can gather, prestige tv is defined in a lot of different ways by different people, so I'm just gonna analyse shameless in regards to some of these definitions/traits of prestige tv that I found online.

First of all here prestige tv is described as 'Water Cooler tv'

What this means is a tv show that everyone seems to be watching that you discuss over the water cooler in the office. I don't think from my experience that shameless is that, however it did finish 3 years ago and I am in the UK so a US fan that watched the show in real time would be a better judge of that. I however would argue that we don't have water cooler tv shows anymore for a large variety of reasons. First of all, everyones algorithm is so personalised that someone who is an A class celebrity to one person is unknown to the next. Think back to Britney Spears reign, everyone new her, I don't think we really have celebs like that anymore. Of course there are Taylor Swift and Harry Styles at the moment but I imagine that it is easy for anyone who's not a fan to limit their exposure to them. I have a lot of Taylor on my timelines because I am a big fan, but I never see Harry anymore because I never liked the videos or even watched them through so the algorithm stopped showing me. Maybe in the first few seasons Shameless in the US was inescapable for the wider society, like Glee or One Direction, all around the same time, but like I said, I can't vouch for that. Secondly, the way we consume tv has changed. I personally didn't watch shameless until 2022 and binge watched it all on Netflix over a few weeks. Streaming has really altered how we consume. We don't all watch the same shows at the same time with ad breaks like we did 15-20 years ago so it is hard for anything to be water cooler tv. In the UK the only shows that fit this standard are reality shows such as Love Island and I'm a Celebrity Get me Out of Here but I've noticed that even those don't have the water cooler tv title they did 10 years ago, likely because people can be binging shows on Netflix on a Friday night instead of tuning in to live reality tv.

Next up, here one feature of prestige tv is colour scheme/lighting

Prestige tv uses colour and lighting to set the tone, the article describes this as being dark, muted colours. I think shameless definitely makes use of colour to set the scene and help tell the story but they don't just use muted colours. In the early seasons there is a gorgeous grainy quality that feels comfortable and nostalgic. The Gallagher house is full of yellows and muted warm colours that help us feel safe and loved there, just look how cozy this video is. The Milkovich house on the flip side feels very cold and clinical. Look here, and this is Mickey's room which is the cosiest room in the entire house... still cold and depressing. Even the exterior of Kev and V's house being a pillow box red is a nod towards their passionate love.

Boobs

No seriously, the article said prestige tv shows full boob and shameless does that!

Self-awareness

I'm on that same article, according to Vulture, prestige tv has self awareness, shameless does to an extent. Of course there's the 'here's what you missed last week on shameless' where the actors stay in character which breaks down the fourth wall a little. Similarly there are a few pop culture references, Lip mentions Sue from Glee to Mandy (I can't find it on yt and he uses two slurs so I don't wanna repeat it), letting us know that the same tv shows exist in the shameless universe. Fun fact, Mike O'Malley who plays Burt Hummel on Glee (Kurt's dad) was a writer on Shameless! And of course Mickey watches Riverdale in season 11. I think these all count as self awareness.

Thus, yeah in my opinion I think Shameless could be considered prestige tv, as much as any show could be in the streaming age. But I am incredibly biased.

I have absolutely no business analysing tv, I literally heard the term 'prestige tv' for the first time today, but if anyone wants to discuss further, or listen to me yap more then lemme know!

[evilwickedme]

I want you to know that I used to be a House megafan back in the days it was airing to tv and we all had to wait a week between episodes like peasants. I was OBSESSED. I read fanfic, I joined House/Cuddy forums, it was my favourite show, but then I just... stopped for some reason? And I never finished watching the show. Then a few months ago I remembered it existed and binged the final two seasons, and now I'm reliving it all through you and loving every moment.

I'm so glad that multiple people are reaping the benefits of my slow and public descent into madness over yet another pair of middle aged men who wouldn't have fixed their problems by fucking, but it would have been very fun to watch anyway

[disasterbijamietartt]

Hi there, let me start by saying I'm not in the Lasso fandom. Like a year back I decided to add more variety to my TL on tumblr, and added male celebrities...fast forward to getting the pictures of Phil D come across my eyes. I was like, "who is this gorgeous man????" And so I went down the Ted Lasso rabbithole lmao! Saw your blog, and sending this ask but it's more to share...

I ended having a dream with Roy being "lost" and finding his "home", being lost was a close up of Roy's face kinda like how he looked when he thought Jamie's dick had been ripped off (funny not funny), and taking off running to his home...home was Jamie's front door and him banging on it. Now this being a dream and all, when he got to the front he was buck naked. I guess he was in such a hurry, his clothes peeled off hahaha...Jamie opened the door like he knew why Roy was there threw him some pants saying, 'alright then' and inside the dark house they went (felt like Jamie was just waiting for Roy to finally decide and he'd be there waiting)...then fade to black as "home" echoed in the air

The power of roy x jamie? Lol idk, but I guess that happens when you tumblr before bed 🤔 p.s. don't have appletv but one day soon I plan on one to then binge the show from start to finish, looks right up my alley

I get you, nonny! There are also a few series I mostly follow through tumblr, since I already have to many subscriptions I don't use (and sometimes stuff is just not availabe in Germany, booh!), but that I get weirdly invested in and want to watch one day. And I totally agree about Phil, gorgeous is still an understatment!

Your dream made me chuckle, the power of Roy x Jamie indeed. And you have definitely better Ted Lasso dreams than I have.

(I dreamt something about Roy and Jamie training together last night, but don't remember any details anymore *sad face*, otherwise I had a quite boring dream a couple weeks ago about Keeley losing KJPR and having a long discussion with Barbara about it.

AND while waiting for the third season I dreamt that the first episode was basically a long Jamie x Keeley soft core porn and then the twist in the end was Rebecca, who didn't approve of this development, having Jamie "shipped away" by some pirates participating in human trafficking. 😂)

[zyrafowe-sny]

🎶 and 💖 for the ask game! And go you for getting some writing done today!

(This is litfeathers on her main blog btw)!

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Not exactly? I actually don't listen to music very much (can't wear headphones often), but do have songs in my head frequently (and used to sing in a community choir pre-pandemic). Lately my brain has been frequently playing Such Great Heights by the Postal Service (NOT the Iron and Wine cover). A week or so ago something reminded me of the lyrics so it's apparently back in rotation.

💖 What made you start writing?

Hrm. There are a few moments that could count as when I started writing. I pondered this while driving for half an hour, so it turned into a bit of a personal essay.

I was always a bookworm, and in elementary school I loved spelling homework assignments that had us write a short story using X number of spelling words. I'm pretty sure I was writing short stories and poems for fun by age 8, and around 9 is when I started imagining a fantasy world heavily influenced by Narnia (and other favorite books). Back then, I thought I might be a professional writer someday.

In middle school, I started scribbling my first fanfic in journals (often just scraps of dialogue, mostly Star Wars). I think I still managed to write some things for that fantasy world in late middle school/early high school, but by high school I don't think I seriously considered writing as a career (not that I really had a strong alternate calling). From time to time, I still wrote little bits of fanfic that I never posted anywhere. I wrote more poems.

I got heavily into reading fanfic in college since I didn't have easy access to "fun" books. (I'm going to be vague and say I wound up in mostly social science, so I had lots of academic reading with very little fiction for school.) I wrote and posted a ficlet, then started and never finished a short multi-chapter. That unfinished fic hung over my head for years and years. I didn't write poetry anymore. I would sometimes drift off to sleep refining that imaginary world I first dreamed up in elementary school, but didn't actually write more fiction. There were essays and papers (and later mostly memos in a Master's program, though I did cobble together a thesis). Maybe occasionally I'd type the beginning of an idea for a fanfic, but didn't do more with it.

Work involved writing, but not fiction (and I didn't get to do as much writing as I wanted). I tried journaling for a bit, but that fizzled out when I was grieving and kept writing the same thing day after day. There weren't as many scraps of ideas.

Some years later, I started watching The Owl House. I got into it pretty late, so I was bingeing S2 when TTT aired. And then it got stuck in my head. Especially the haircut scene in TTT. For the first time in years, I had the itch to write.

There was still the memory of that unfinished WIP hanging over me, so I decided to go super old school and write a 100 word drabble (the word limit was sacred once upon a time). Then I wrote a few more of those to continue the drabble sequence. And then I posted it. All 600 words.

But then I posted a 2k fic just a couple days later. Then another short fic soon after that. And now I'm just short of 28k posted on AO3 between mid October 2022 and mid January 2023. I know there are far more prolific writers, but that's a lot compared to the nothing I'd been writing for years and years.

That's, um, probably more than what was intended by the ask, but it's been a long, rambling journey getting back into writing fanfic.

[homestuckdailyweekly]

Homestuck Daily - Week 8/End of Month 2/End of Act 1 - 6/9/2024

2 months later, and I'm still doing this. Albeit a day late (I'll get to that later), but I have followed through on my semi-live read of Homestuck for two whole months. Not only that, but by a beautiful coincidence (by which I mean Hussie's posting schedule 15? years ago), my 2 months update also marks the end of Act 1. The engine that is Homestuck is only just beginning. Now, if the length of Act 1 in any way reflected the lengths of the other 6 Acts, today would mark being 1/7th of the way through Homestuck. I'd only have like a year of this project yet. We all know, though, that Acts only get much, much longer from here on out. On the other hand, Act 1 doesn't represent the quality of the other Acts, nor does it necessarily represent their content. I'll be honest about my opinion of act 1 of Homestuck: It's a bit of a slog to get through at times. Especially when you are reading it in real time. When you are experiencing it via a binge that only an irresponsible college student can, it is a slog that lasts a fraction of the rest of the comic. It's a slog that takes an hour to read, tops. The experience is very different when you know what the rest of the comic holds, and you are reading Homestuck in real-time. Some weeks got a few sensible chuckles out of me, some weeks were slogs where I just was waiting for something to actually happen, and some weeks featured a moment that just gestures at a part of Homestuck that I love. I don't think I would have kept up with Homestuck if I had started reading when it first came out, even ignoring the fact that I was like, a tween at the time. With that introspection out of the way, the events of this week of Homestuck! There's not much, only about 14 pages for the entire week. Rose makes it to her home's Observatory, where she prepares to set up her laptop to connect to the nearby LABORATORY's unsecured wi-fi. While here, Rose looks through the observatory's telescope and sees smaller meteoroids streaking through the sky- an ill portent of what's to come, considering the large meteoroid on a collision course for John's house. Rose finally reconnects to SBURB with 41 seconds left to spare, and quickly tells John that he needs to take the totem he carved to the Alchemiter to finish the tutorial before the meteor hits. Rose clears a path for John (returning the bathtub to the bathroom in the process) as John places the totem on the Alchemiter and Rose removes the previously created Perfectly Generic Objects. Which brings us to the first major flash of Homestuck, and the finale of Act 1, [S] John: Take bite of apple. Set to an anxiety-inducing rhythm alongside the Sburban Theme previously heard in Sburban Jungle, we get flashes of everything that's about to be destroyed by this meteor- John, his father, his posters, his grandmother's urn, the whole neighborhood perhaps. John's life as he knows it is about to end- and then, impact happens, and we are shown a mushroom cloud enveloping the page. We don't technically know that John escaped, we aren't told anything that's happened really. We just know the devastation this game has brought. And so curtains close on Act 1 of homestuck, as we wait to learn John's fate.

Before I go, I'd just like to recommend Void Stranger. It is the reason this blog is a day late, I simply did not have time for writing about Homestuck when I could be solving the metapuzzles throughout this really cool puzzle game. There's also some very Homestuckian aspects of it, or at least it invokes to me some of my favorite parts of Homestuck. -EV

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

ch. 5: A Safe Place to Land - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x nurse!reader

Summary: 4.6k words. After an unexpected breakup with her long-term boyfriend, y/n had one goal: to keep her head down and finish her travel nursing contract as soon as possible. That was until Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw derailed her plan entirely. Just as y/n finished picking up the pieces of her broken heart, Rooster came along and showed y/n what it’s like to be loved again–if only she’ll let him in.

chapter playlist: “Never Til Now” by Ashley Cooke and Brett Young, “You Matter to Me” from Waitress

Warnings: nothing crazy! lots of fluff, several pinches of angst, some cursing. multiple allusions to 18+ content & smut, but nothing graphic. i’m too much of a wimp to write smut but one day i’ll get there

a/n: hello hello! this chapter was a long time coming, but i’m so happy with how it turned out. i hope you guys like it!! thank u for ur patience & support xx

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The phrase “distance makes the heart grow fonder” is nice in theory. It’s a mantra y/n repeated to herself several times over the years when she missed her family and friends while traveling. She now found out that this mantra didn’t work as well when her not-boyfriend was somewhere on an aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean. 

In Rooster’s absence, y/n returned to her hermit ways. On her days off from work, she’d spend countless hours reading, binge-watching shows, online shopping, and her favorite activity of all: napping. She ventured to the beach a few times but found that it wasn’t nearly as enjoyable without Bradley by her side. y/n reminisced about Rooster spinning her around until they both got dizzy or dunking her in the water, just for her to pull him in after her until they were both soaked and sore from laughing.

Over the course of the three-week mission, y/n wore Rooster’s clothes more than she wore her own. The hoodie she stole was a staple of her nightly Netflix sessions and she often fell asleep in the shirts Bradley ‘accidentally’ left at her house.

The only thing that could tempt y/n off the couch in the evenings were the sporadic calls she shared with Bradley. She jumped every time her phone rang, leaping over the coffee table and sprinting towards the counter her phone was on, only to be disappointed when it wasn’t Bradley. The few times that he was on the other end of the phone talking to her made her forget all her woes.

There were a couple times y/n missed Rooster’s calls because she was at work. Aside from the sad sinking feeling inside, she felt like shit. Bradley always made sure to leave a voicemail. Though he did miss hearing her voice, he was never bitter when y/n missed his calls; she had a job to do, just like him.

y/n was comforted by the way her bed sheets still smelled like Rooster. Old spice and jet fuel and safety. She desperately clung to the remnants of Bradley’s lingering presence in her home. The night she felt the most alone was the same night her sheets stopped smelling like him. Despite her desire to hang on to any trace of Rooster, she was overdue to wash her bedding. She laid awake that night, tossing and turning in her fresh clean sheets. Had her bed always been this cold?

Instead of being lulled to sleep as she inhaled the comforting aroma as she’d done for the past two weeks, y/n found herself turning to Bradley’s voice for comfort. She had three months' worth of random voicemails he’d left her. 

His morning voice drifted from the speakers–the voicemail in question was delivered before 6 a.m. a little over a month ago. Rooster wanted to call to say good morning before a god-awfully early training session, but y/n was still fast asleep.

“Hey, baby. Just wanted to say good morning. It’s…” Rooster paused to look at the clock on his dash. “5:29 a.m. So you’re probably still asleep. Which is a good thing, because this is way too fucking early to be up and moving,” he cleared some of the morning grog from his throat. “Anyway… I’ll talk to you later. Have a good day, darlin’.”

y/n smiled warmly as his words rolled over her. She remembered how they spent the evening after his training. Bradley and y/n had planned to watch a movie or two at home, but they both fell asleep against each other on the couch by 8:30 p.m.

The next voicemail featured a very tipsy Rooster. y/n would dare to say drunk, but Rooster prided himself on not getting drunk because he was a self-proclaimed heavyweight. Lively chatter from The Hard Deck could be heard in the background. Bradley didn’t go out with his coworkers nearly as much as he did before he met y/n, so on the rare occasion that y/n worked night shifts, Bradley distracted himself from his loneliness by hanging around his old stomping ground.

“Hey! y/n! Oh, shit, you’re working,” Bradley pouted, suddenly remembering the reason he went to the bar in the first place. “I miss you. Pool isn’t nearly as fun without you,” he cut himself off with a chuckle then a heavy sigh. He wasn’t wasted, but he definitely wouldn’t remember this in the morning.

The rest of his words weren't quite intelligible. y/n suspected Bradley got roped into a game of darts or was handed another shot based on the groan he let out before the message ended.

The final voicemail y/n listened to before drifting off to sleep was from just a few days ago, directly from the aircraft carrier’s satellite phone.

“Hi, baby. It’s me.” y/n could tell from his voice alone that he was exhausted. The communications room on the ship was mostly quiet. Rooster all but sprinted there to be first in line to make a phone call home. There was a brief pause of silence before Bradley spoke again. “God, I miss you so much. I can’t wait to get back home to you… take care of yourself for me, okay?” Rooster sighed heavily.

At the end of the message, Rooster let out a deep exhale–like there was something else to say, but the words couldn’t quite escape his lips.

Bradley Bradshaw had been holding himself back from saying three little words since the day he was deployed. He almost told y/n he loved her right before he left her house the morning of his mission. In the peaceful quiet of the early morning darkness, Bradley realized he was irrevocably and unequivocally in love with y/n y/l/n.

He convinced himself that it would’ve been cruel to tell y/n he loved her for the first time just before he left for a mission. What if he didn’t come back? Not only would she be left grieving Rooster, but she’d also be stuck mourning everything that could’ve been. Bradley couldn’t bear to burden her with that.

So the words were left unsaid for the time being. Every time Rooster and y/n spoke on the phone, I love you was perched on the tip of his tongue. With each passing day, the words rattled around his brain and begged to be said out loud.

That all changed after a close call during one of the mission flights. Rooster toed the line between risky and deadly a little too haphazardly. He noticed the enemy missiles soaring towards him far later than he should’ve, but just in the knick of time to launch his own flares and avoid the fiery explosion. The aftermath of the missile attack sent Bradley into a mental tailspin.

Rooster concluded that dying without ever having told y/n he loved her simply wasn’t an option. A world in which y/n never knew just how much she meant to Bradley was unfathomable.

But she deserved better than being told I love you for the first time from a satellite phone with spotty reception. No, Rooster needed to be sure she heard every word he was saying. He needed her to see just how much he meant it; how his words were the absolute truth. He wanted–no, craved–to hold y/n in his arms and hold her gaze with his own when he finally confessed his feelings.

On the other side of the world y/n mindlessly scrolled through her email while one of Rooster’s vinyl records played softly in the background.

A few weeks ago, y/n got a record player for her house because Rooster stated that vinyl “just sounds better.” She rarely touched the record player; it was pretty much reserved for Rooster’s use exclusively whenever he was at her house. Of course, the compromise wasn’t one-sided. Rooster caved and bought a bluetooth speaker so y/n could play her seemingly countless playlists.

“Why listen to one album at a time when you could listen to a hundred different songs on shuffle?!” y/n argued enthusiastically. She was over the moon about Rooster’s latest purchase. The small speaker sitting on the kitchen counter had y/n pulling Bradley off the couch and into an uncoordinated dance.

“This is so stressful,” Rooster whined when there was an abrupt shift from Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer” to “You Outta Know” by Alanis Morissette. If it weren’t for y/n’s wide grin and bright eyes, Rooster might’ve second guessed the purchase.

In Bradley’s absence, the record player was the only thing she’d been listening to music on. In fact, she was listening to Rooster’s albums exclusively. Less than a day had passed after y/n bought and set up the record player when he brought over a box of vinyl records. y/n sat on Bradley’s lap on her living room floor, his arms wrapped around her waist, as she thumbed through the box. Her eyebrows knitted together when she saw that more than half of the box was full of his favorite records.

“Roos, these are your favorites,” y/n said, confusion in her tone as she pulled out a Jerry Lee Lewis album to prove her point. “Why are you leaving them here?” Bradley nestled his head further into her neck and pressed a gentle kiss against her pulse point.

“So you can develop taste,” he teased jokingly. y/n scoffed and lightly swatted his arm with her free hand. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he turned y/n around in his lap to face him. “I’m over here a lot anyways. We can listen to them together,” he suggested before pressing a sweet kiss against her lips.

y/n’s reminiscing was cut short when three new emails stopped her in her tracks. Her stomach dropped when she realized they were all new contract offers from the travel healthcare agencies she worked with. Each of the contracts she was sent were in one of her ‘bucket list’ cities. One in particular was a contract she’d been hoping for for years–it was a specialty trauma center job in Boston. The other two contracts nearly made her eyes bug out of her head; the salary was almost double what she was currently making at the base hospital.

Three months ago, signing any of the offered contracts would’ve been a no-brainer.

When y/n was with Ethan, she factored his deployments and where he’d be stationed into deciding what contracts she would accept. But she never held back or hesitated to sign a dream contract thousands of miles away, even if it meant they wouldn’t see each other for quite a while.

From the very first moment y/n arrived at the Navy base, she couldn’t wait to leave. She was desperate to erase any trace of Ethan from her life.

Now? Her chest tightened just thinking about how far away each of the jobs were.

y/n had a wanderlust soul for as long as she could remember. She was happiest when she was on the move, jumping from city to city, coast to coast. It could be a lonely lifestyle, but it was something of her own. Something she could control. 

y/n wasn’t averse to commitment; she had a wedding board on Pinterest up until three months ago. Staying in one place and setting down roots never seemed to interest her though.

Not until now.

Now, she had something to stick around for. y/n couldn’t remember the last time she felt like she had a true home. The Navy base wasn’t her home, not by a long shot, but Bradley Bradshaw sure as hell felt like one.

For the first time, she considered staying.

The thought of her contract ending soon had been eating y/n alive for the past few weeks. The realization that staying at North Island, staying with Rooster, was an option threw her for a loop. She’d been on the go for so long that she forgot what it felt like to settle down. After that revelation, all of y/n’s missing pieces seemed to fall into place. The relief she felt was unmatched by anything she’d ever felt before. The weight of the world and her heavy heart vanished, replaced by a feeling of wholeness. Unfortunately, it was short-lived; killed off by a dark thought creeping into her mind.

What if Rooster didn’t want her to stay?

After pulling into y/n’s driveway, Rooster shut the door of his bronco as quietly as he could. He fished the front door’s spare key from underneath a potted plant, unlocked the door, and shut it silently behind him. He found his quiet movements weren’t really necessary when he heard one of his ‘80s vinyl records playing loudly. The electric guitar riffs and heavy drum solos all but blocked out every other noise—save for y/n’s loud singing and the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen as she cooked dinner.

Rooster came to the end of the hall and leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, watching y/n dance around while she used a spatula as a microphone. She looked so happy and carefree; Bradley almost felt bad for interrupting her solo dance party. Almost, but not enough to stop himself.

When there’s a brief pause in between tracks, punctuated by crackling from the record player, Bradley cleared his throat. y/n shrieked and jumped, her eyes shooting wide open as she flung the spatula in her hand with the force of an Olympic javelin thrower toward the source of the noise. Rooster narrowly dodged the projectile metal utensil flying past his head.

Bradley turned to y/n with a surprised smirk, impressed by her aim. Once she registered that it was Rooster standing in her kitchen and not an intruder (she’d been watching a lot of Criminal Minds to pass the time), her jaw dropped and she stood frozen in place.

Bradley and y/n hadn’t spoken in several days. With the mission coming to its end, Rooster was busier than ever. When he wasn’t flying, in briefings, or going over flight plans and strategies until his brain turned to mush, he was savoring every spare moment he could get to scarf down a meal in mere minutes or sleep.

Bradley told y/n he’d be back in North Island on a Friday. That was true at the time. Just over a week into the mission, plans changed. The timeline was moved up, making the crew substantially busier, but it also meant they’d be back to the base on Thursday, a full day earlier. Rooster might have left out this development during the brief phone calls he shared with y/n.

When the shock wore off, y/n launched herself at Bradley, nearly knocking him backward in the process. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms were linked behind his neck, clinging to him like her life depended on it. If it were anyone else, Rooster might’ve protested the way y/n’s limbs constricted around him tighter than he thought possible, making his muscles ache and his lungs strain for air. But it wasn’t anyone else, it was y/n.

So, the aviator held her just as tight, burying his face into her hair and pressing gentle kisses throughout. Bradley hoped that the hug could tell y/n everything his words couldn’t.

y/n let up from squeezing Rooster to pull back and look at him. Her eyes dotted across his face in disbelief, like she wasn’t sure he was real. Her fingers traced across his sun-kissed cheeks, memorizing each new freckle, before ghosting her thumb over his bottom lip. The heavy beating of his heart against her chest and his calloused hands rubbing the bottoms of her thighs let her know he was really there. Bradley delivered a pinch to her ass with a smirk, further solidifying that she wasn’t dreaming.

She was still at a loss for words, so she did the next best thing. y/n kissed Bradley hard and deep, mustering as much of the three weeks’ worth of longing as she possibly could into a single kiss. She was quick to take charge as their tongues danced together, but Rooster soon gained dominance. He backed y/n up against a wall, his muscled thigh holding her weight as one hand tangled in her hair and the other explored the curves he’d missed so dearly. 

Their lips stayed locked until they damn near turned blue. Both of their eyes were wild as they pulled apart. Few words were exchanged before they began stumbling towards y/n’s bedroom, only making it halfway before they collapsed onto the couch.

The dinner on the stove was long forgotten.

Bradley laid in a daze on the couch, chest rising and falling as y/n grabbed water from the kitchen for them. He propped himself up on his elbows just in time to see y/n sauntering back in wearing his old Navy t-shirt with a glass in each hand. He licked his lips as he took in her appearance. Her hair was a mess, thanks to him, yet it still framed her face in breathtaking trusses. Her swollen red lips were almost as gorgeous as the mischievous grin she wore, her eyes glimmering as she took Bradley in.

He sat back in awe, his lips parted in the dopey grin y/n occasionally teased him for. This is it, he thought. Rooster hadn’t had a serious girlfriend since his days at UVA, and even then they were few and far between. Technically, he and y/n weren’t dating, but he was ready to spend the rest of forever with her.

Once Bradley’s haze wore away, he remembered one of the many things he’d been planning to ask y/n once he got back. His fingers brushed against hers as she handed him the glass of water before she curled into the other end of the couch with her feet resting in Bradley’s lap.

“So… I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Bradley began while he gently massaged her calves. “The Navy ball is in three weeks. I honestly don’t like going to these events, but I’m in the running to win an award so I have to at least show my face. I was wondering… if you’d like to go with me? As my date?” he asked hesitantly. Rooster hoped y/n didn’t catch the way he nervously gulped in between sentences.

y/n looked like a deer caught in headlights. She was hoping to delay this conversation for another day at least. She just wanted one night to exist in their happy little bubble. But reality was bound to set in, whether she liked it or not.

Maybe this is when the other shoe drops, y/n thought. Things had been so good, maybe even too good, for the past few months. All good things come to an end, and she feared this was it.

So, she sucked in a breath and put on a brave face. She’d gotten pretty skilled at masking her emotions over the years, but Bradley saw right through her. He was always able to, right from the beginning.

“Roos, I would love to, it’s just um… my contract, it uh- it ends in a week,” y/n finished meekly, rushing the words out. It got really quiet then.

More emotions than y/n could count flashed across Rooster’s face before he finally sat up straight to look at her, his eyes never wavering from her face. His heartbroken look had her regretting every second she didn’t let him know she’d be leaving soon.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bradley asked, his voice quiet. y/n couldn’t meet his eyes. She looked down at her hands twisted in her lap and willed the water rimming her eyes to go away. When her tears started to fall, Bradley moved down the couch and held her face, gently wiping the tears away with his thumbs.

y/n sniffled and met his eyes, placing her hand over his against her cheek.

“I didn’t want you to worry about me while you were away,” she smiled sadly. “I didn’t want to distract you, and I didn’t want to mess up what we have going here. I don’t want to mess up what we have,” y/n emphasized at the end, holding Bradley’s gaze and making sure he heard her. She was bound to cry harder if she stayed on the same train of thought, so she switched to the facts.

She told Bradley about her contract, its duration and her official end date. She told him what her options were going forward and about the three new contracts she’d already been offered. Rooster heard what she said, but it wasn’t all processing. He was lost in his head and maybe caught every three words. y/n took a deep breath before she spoke again.

“I was thinking about-“

“Stay.” Bradley blurted out, eyes wide once he realized what he said out loud.

“-staying,” y/n finished with a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. He took the words right out of her mouth.

Bradley, whose mind was still running a mile a minute, hadn’t processed y/n’s admission yet and dove into an on-the-fly plan to talk y/n into staying.

“You could find another contract around here! Or extend the one on base? You could take some time off. You could stay with me for a bit! Or I can help you with rent if you’re worried about that when you’re not working. Shit, that’s a lot, but the point is-” Bradley continued, bordering on manic, his hands waving around as he spoke mostly to himself.

y/n shushed him and cupped his face in her palms, just like he had moments ago.

“Bradley, did you hear me?” y/n asks slowly, enunciating every word. Rooster huffs.

“Unfortunately, yes. Your contract is almost over and you’re leaving,” he left out the “me” at the end, but there was an unspoken understanding that it belonged there. The typically confident and bright-eyed aviator looked heartbroken and lost. y/n hated that she made him feel like that, even for a second.

“No, Brad. I mean yeah, my contract is almost up, but I’m thinking about staying. If you’ll tolerate me hanging around,” y/n said with a wink, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Are you serious?” Rooster’s face is void of emotion, just wide eyes and a slack jaw as he waited for her answer.

“Yeah, if that’s oka-” before y/n could finish, Bradley jumped off the couch and scooped her up with him. He spun them around in a dizzying circle, pressing his lips against hers with a force that almost rivaled their earlier kiss in the kitchen.

y/n laughed as Rooster peppered kisses across her face when he finally put her down, keeping his hands planted firmly on her hips even after he was sure she had a stable footing.

“That’s okay with you? If I stay?” y/n asked with a hesitant grin, her eyes searching his for any sign of doubt. She found none.

“That’s more than okay. That’s- that’s everything,” Bradley chuckled breathlessly, pulling y/n into him by her hips. With her face mere inches from his, he rested his forehead against hers. “Please don’t go,” he whispered, eyes shut as he held his breath.

“I think I can manage that,” y/n said with a cheeky smile. Bradley chuckled again; deep and full and happy. He pulled her against him and locked his lips with hers until his lungs ached.

The burning reminded him of his brush with death on the mission and all the things he would’ve never been able to say. When their lips finally pulled apart, Bradley held y/n at arm's length so he could look her in the eye.

“I love you,” Bradley stated like it was a fact. Because it was. y/n gasped, one hand gripping his arm tight as she took a step back in shock. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath, but his head was absolutely clear. Bradley recognized the shock and maybe even a hint of fear on y/n’s face and he understood. Hell, he was scared out of his mind when he first realized just how in love with y/n he was. He smiled and shook his head, tracing his fingers soothingly along her exposed skin. “You don’t have to say it back, but I just need you to know. I love you, y/n.”

Tears brimmed y/n’s eyes and her face cracked into a wide smile.

“Take me to bed, Bradshaw.”

Rooster and y/n’s legs were tangled together underneath her sheets as they came down from their respective highs, both deeply sated.

y/n was absolutely spent—it had been a rollercoaster of an evening. Her eyes were on the verge of fluttering shut, her hair was wildly spread across the pillow, and a thin layer of sweat covered most of her skin. Rooster was certain she’d never looked more beautiful. y/n would’ve scoffed at him if he said that out loud. Moonlight streamed through the open window blinds, highlighting y/n’s features. It also illuminated a hickey Bradley was sure she’d give him shit about later, but for now, he enjoyed the sight.

Bradley ran his fingers through y/n’s hair and kissed her temple before speaking softly.

“y/n, baby,” he cooed quietly to get her attention. In her tired state, y/n simply offered him a small hum and turned into his chest, giving him what remained of her attention.

“How would you feel about making things official?” Rooster asked as casually as he could, poorly veiling his anxiousness. y/n laughed breathlessly and entwined her fingers with his before rolling halfway on top of him. She reached up to caress his jaw with her free hand, finally opening her tired eyes to meet his.

Bradley was nervous. He was holding his breath; y/n knew this because his chest wasn’t moving anymore, she could only feel the steady thump thump of his heart beating against hers. Whether y/n knew it or not, she held Bradley’s heart in her hands. It was hers to break or have forever, and this was the deciding moment.

“I’d like that a lot,” y/n whispered, a sleepy smile spread across her face before she closed the gap between them.

“Good,” Rooster said gruffly against y/n’s lips before he flipped her over, pinning her beneath his body once again. y/n’s contagious laughter cut through the darkness as Bradley’s mustached lip traced down the side of her body.

Three months after the most fateful ER trip of his life, Rooster had never been so happy to have his arm sliced open and get stitches. He’d been on the run for most of his adult life; he forgot what it was like to have a home. For the first time in a long time, staying still didn’t terrify him. Bradley thanked his lucky stars that the woman wrapped in his arms decided to stick around and settle down with him.

After flying solo for so long, Bradley Bradshaw finally found a safe place to land.

a/n: AHHH?!? pls lmk what y'all think!! there's one final part for this series -- the ✨epilogue✨ i'm so excited about it omg. have a good day & stay safe luvs <33

[sailoryooons]

Hali's Fic Recs

Hi frens - I felt like making a list of some of the amazing works that I have read the past few weeks. While I do reblog and review everything I read on my fic rec blog, I wanted to put this on main because I obviously have more followers here and I just really wanted to give some other creators love on main. All of these works are incredibly worth every second reading. There are definitely going to be a few repeat authors, as I binged some m. lists oops.

I do not have the same amount of rec's for every member - this is quite frankly not on purpose at all, I just tend to mass consume what my mutuals write and that sometimes gives me limited reading options so I apologize!

Favorites have been marked with *

alternative names for this rec list: @gimmethatagustd and @jjkeverlast m. list oops

Cool'n by @sugakookitty

→ smut, sugar daddy

→ You’re just out doing some hot girl shit with your friends, but your boyfriend does not approve.

Vegas, Baby by @chimivx

→ Fluff, dad Yoongi

→ Dating Yoongi as an Idol used to be easy, and effortless, like pouring you two a glass of wine after one of his shows... However, after the birth of your surprise baby girl, those effortless days have gotten a little harder, you being unable to travel with your daughter. After one lucky doctor's appointment though, things seem to shape up.

Peaches in Bed by @borathae

→ smut, a little fluff, established relationship

→ You have a talent for making Yoongi want the craziest of things. Such as eat sour candy or take a strap up his butt

Unexpected Lovers by @jjkeverlast *

→ smut, angst, fake dating

→ what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.

Moving Day by @here2bbtstrash

→ smut, established relationship

→ you manage to entice your boyfriend into taking a break from unloading boxes to unload something else instead.

Gravity by @kimvvantae

→ smut, angst, exes

→ 5 months after the breakup, you’re still gravitating around each other, no matter how hard you try not to. the only way to finally free yourselves from this pull is to let your orbits collide one last time.

Road Tripping Over You by @joheunsaram

→ smut, angst, exes to lovers

→ You didn’t always hate Hoseok. In fact, if someone asked you six months ago you would’ve even said you loved your brother’s best friend - being in a relationship for over a year has that effect. But the rainbows and sunshine of your relationship were over, and now you had to spend six hours with the man who you wished you never had to see again.

Arte Factum by @lolabangtan

→ smut, yandere behaviors - please read the warnings on this one before reading

→ After your ex-husband is found dead in his house, you're burdened with the well-being of his latest invention, a good-looking, polite android who seems to have a peculiar interest in you.

Meet Me at the Finish Line by @parkdatjimin

→ smut, angst, enemies to lovers

→ The two of you have been at odds since the old days, back when you raced homemade cars on concrete sidewalks for lollypops. But those days are nothing compared to the big league, where you're challenged by tragedy, injury, and unresolved feelings.

Marry Me (Again & Again) by @gimmethatagustd

→ friends to lovers, fluff

→ How many times does your best friend need to propose to you before you actually believe him when he says he’s in love with you? 

Nectar by @gimmethatagustd *

→ vampire, roommates to lovers, smut

→ Humans have this annoying habit of being drawn to danger, and you’re having a hard time stopping yourself from sinking your teeth into your new roommate. You’re not sure what’s more tantalizing: his impossibly good looks or his seemingly innocent way of flirting with the darkest part of you.

Freaky Deaky by @jjkeverlast

→ smut, pwp

→ you've been having casual sex with jimin for a while now, but one night you decide to spice things up.

New Tricks by @geniuslab

→ Fluff, smut

→ When your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

Saudade by @kimvvantae *

→ angst, smut, vampire, soulmates

→ no one is born to be alone and no one can be complete in oneself - that’s why, in this world, every person has a pair, someone that complements their soul in every aspect. you, however, are an exception to the rule, for the mark on your wrist indicates that your pair has passed away way before you were born.

True Love by @jjkeverlast *

→ exes to lovers, eventual smut, angst

→ in which you’re face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.

Complete Faith by @daechwitatamic

→ slow burn, angst, dash of spice

→ It’s Taehyung himself who admits that it’s usually around the one-month mark that he starts to lose interest in his relationships. So even though you’re so drawn to him you can barely stand it, even though he’s attentive and funny, even though you’re helplessly crazy about him… when you start dating, you feel like you’ve got an expiration date from day one. But will it be Taehyung’s issues that get in the way, or your own?

Only Here to Sin by @gimmethatagustd

→ smut, angst, enemies to... sort of lovers?

→ When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.

Love talk by @sourkoo

→ smut, fluff, pwp

→ Jungkook is a pussy eating enthusiast

Paint Me Naked by @gimmethatagustd *

→ smut, fluff, pinch of angst

→ After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?  

Effortless by @jjkeverlast

→ smut, a bit pwp

→ jungkook knows how to please you so effortlessly

New Girl by @jjkeverlast

→ roommates to lovers, smut

→ after finding out your boyfriend of 6 years cheated on you, you find yourself moving in with three guys in a loft. what could possibly go wrong? – inspired by the FOX series New Girl.

[staytotheend]

Thanks so much @aleng-neng for the tag!! Oh my goodness there are so many shows I don’t even know where to start😭😭

Watched:

Love In The Air

I think the last show/drama I finished was lita and honestly I will never move on. The plot, characters, actors, just everything blew me away. It’s so sad knowing that each week I won’t have my PayuRain or PrapaiSky with me. The love scenes were brilliant and added a little bit more spice in such an inventive way. There was a mix of everything; love, trauma, flirting, danger, kidnapping, and so much more. The way issues were presented was absolutely amazing and the way they were resolved or focused upon even more so. This show stole my heart!!

On-air shows I’m following:

Between Us

I don’t even know where to start with this one. Win and Team had my heart ever since UWMA came out. I’ve waited years for the drama and can say with confidence I am thoroughly enjoying myself!! There are so many things I love; Win asking in such a loving and patient way for consent, the flirting dynamic between the couple, the way Team deals with his trauma, and honestly everything else. The side couple are adorable!! ABC are hilarious!! I could talk for hours about how much this show has hooked me.

Gap The Series

Ok, I don’t have a lot to say about this drama only because I’m one episode in (I’m so behind!! I really need to catch up😭😭). I have been excited to see how it turns out with the whole boss and employee dynamic. From what I’ve seen so far and the spoilers that I’ve come across the couple seem so cute!! Once I have time I’ll definitely be watching all the episodes that are out so far.

Choco Milk Shake

Going into this show I didn’t know what to expect, but I soon fell in love with all the characters. Both couples were so cute!! I haven’t watched the last two episodes yet😭😭 I don’t think I’ve spoiled much, but I don’t want this drama to finish!! It was pure fluff!!

Watching when the mood strikes:

Big Dragon

I started watching this drama a few weeks ago and binged the first few episodes. The first episode was… something. I’m not sure how I feel about the whole ‘drugging’ thing, but besides that it’s interesting to see where these characters will go. The bodyguards are my actual favourite!! I haven’t finished the series yet, but I so hope they get together!! They’re adorable but also oblivious at the same time😂😂 I took a break from watching for a while, but I can’t wait to get back into it. There’s a lot going on so I have to be in the mood to focus on everything.

Last binge:

Love In The Air

One does not simply watch lita once🤪🤪 I’m seriously obsessed, if I’m ever bored or need a break from other shows I’m immediately searching up my favourite boys.

Rewatching:

Not Me The Series

A while ago I began watching Not Me again. Offgun have a hold on me and the whole plot of the series was brilliant!! I’ve never seen anything like it before. There was also so much cinematic beauty!! A truly inspirational drama that showed love, pain, politics, trauma, and family. Offgun and the other actors did such an amazing job, I’m so proud of them.

Planning to watch:

There are literally so many more dramas I want to watch. First I have to finish the ones I’m already watching, and then I’ll probably start Business Proposal, Ghost House, and War of Y.

Tagging

@dream-thief-forever-amen @lovinglioninacoldcat @tswizzlesfan @fluidsoul31

I’d love to know what you guys are watching😊😊

Reveal Your Watch & Rewatch List

Thanks for the tag @lelephantsnail! (Warning: I will complain)

Watched:

1974: La posesión de Altair (Complaining)

The plot twist was unexpected and not in a good way. The plot? Boring. The characters? Mediocre and one of the four ensemble cast was just there to be exposition. The visuals? I actually like it a lot, one of the better Found Footage Movie for me. The sound effects? Not so much, I feel like it'd be better if they didn't use any at all to ham in the Found Footage immersion of it all.

On-air shows I'm following:

Between Us

If I loved it less I might be able to talk about it more. I love the dynamics between Team and Win very much. The angst is getting too long, get fluffy or get spicy this limbo is making me cry. TulWaan . . . THEY WON ME OVER. Tul's voice going down an octave while Waan cutely glowers, let me at them and I'll smash their lips together.

My School President

Here comes the, so far, consistent dessert of the week. So helpful, when Team is busy getting locked out of Win's door. There is a sincerity to the way this is written and played, charmingly youthful and musical.

The Warp Effect (Mild Complaining)

No one come at me but I'm not the biggest fan of P'Jojo's style *dodge tomatoes* but this one is setting up a tapestry I can't wait to see unravel. What happened with Molly? Could one kiss that the Main Lead didn't even consent on and initiate worth falling out with your friends? There's more than that and I'm all ears and glued eyes. Hoping for a V poly with Kat and Army 🙏

Still, I'm not quiet sure how to approach this to get maximum entertainment and satisfaction.

Gap The Series (Complaining my heart out)

*pulling out my anti-tomato forcefield*

The only thing saving this show is the chemistry between the leads and the novelty of GL.

I'm sorry but Business Proposal did the boss-employee trope the best this year and I couldn't help but compare.

And I can't believe they cut out the second couple in this. DISGRACE! I was looking forward to them. ☹

And I think it's the writing. (It's probably the writing) But I think I only like tsunderes in written and animated mediums, seeing this level of tsundere in live-action is grating.

Watching When The Mood Strikes:

Eternal Yesterday

Watched one ep and knew this is one of those shows that I gotta keep saved up for rainy days.

Big Mouth (Complaining)

Hoping this show picks up by ep 4 if not I'm dropping it. Law School, was a better lawyers/law students kdrama for me. And in terms of political intrigue, there are tons out there that did it better. There hasn't been one character I particularly like so 🤷‍♀️

Last Binge:

Cunk On Earth

Good show. The one line that I kept thinking of and laughing darkly in a way that I shan't and won't examine too closely is, "The Ancient Egyptians believed that the most significant thing you can do in your life was die." (narrated while Cunk stumbles and rolls down desert sand hill).

Rewatching:

Business Proposal

This is one of the better executed show that did a boss-employee dynamic. It occupies the same place in my heart as My School President which are nigh-predictable shows with nothing new but executed so well its entertaining and sincere.

Plan to Watch:

There are too many shows and not enough time. Though, I'd probably watch a fantasy or historical cdrama next.

Tagging

@persephonedevoted @onnasannomiya @athousandbyeol @staytotheend @stonnhuelaan @bespectacled-tea-lover

I wanna know what you guys are watching

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Izo X Reader - Scream Queens

Alright, drinks, popcorn, new spooky fuzzy socks and blankets! You mentally checked it all off the list as you went back to your living room to make sure you had Netflix loaded with your list of Halloween themed movies ready for the picking.

It was Halloween night and you and your best friend Izo had a tradition that you’ve been doing since High School, going over to each other’s houses and binging classic and new Horror movies while indulging in every sweet, treat and drink imaginable. You both always looked forward to this night, you probably a bit more than him just because you get to have Izo all to yourself without everyone else around. Needless to say, you developed a crush on him a few years ago during your guys’ college years.

You didn’t want to tell Izo and risk your guys’ friendship, it was too special to potentially ruin it over a crush…more of a crush really, but you already accepted being his best friend was good enough for you.

The doorbell rang snapping you out of your thoughts. Excitingly, you opened the door and there he stood in his casual look; gray sweatpants and a matching hoodie, his long black hair tied up in a messy bun. Even so casually, he looked amazing. You were in your own sweatpants combo too as per your guys’ tradition. 

“I brought some spiked drinks if that’s okay.” Izo held up a bag full of what you assumed was booze. Smiling, you ushered him in and closed and locked the door behind him. “That depends on if you got-” Izo pulled out a bottle with a large red fruit on it. “Strawberry?” He finished your thought as you both shared a laugh. 

He knew you so well and you knew him too which was evident from the happiness on his face as he looked at the spread of candy and snacks you had on the table. Arms wrapped around your body and a kiss was placed on your chubby cheek. “Thank you for setting this all up (Y/N), it all looks amazing.” You waved it off as best as you could with Izo still having his arms wrapped around you. “S-so, which movie did you want to start with?” You quickly changed the subject as you could feel your cheeks flush at the kiss he gave you. 

Izo made his way to your television and started going through the list. “You pick the first one! I’ll go get ice for these drinks!” You hurriedly made your way to your kitchen as you felt the heat radiate off your cheeks. Marco’s words kept echoing through your head from your guys’ last conversation the week before of Izo liking you and you waving him off, but he brought up some good points. From Izo constantly holding your hand, kissing your cheeks, always having a hand wrapped around some part of your body when all of you are together. You tried to not put too much thought into it as you got the ice you promised in a couple of cups before making your way back to the living room where Izo was lounging on your couch, arm slung over the back of the couch patiently waiting. 

Settling in next to him you handed him his glass and poured the strawberry liquor into both glasses as he pressed the play button on your remote. After the drinks were poured and the movie started, he moved his hand that was on the back of the couch down to your shoulders and pulled you close. The music for Friday the 13th started up as you both settled in for a long movie marathon. 

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“No, don’t go in there!” You were huddled right against Izo who had his arms wrapped around you and was yelling at the television too. You guys decided to watch the new Horror movie that Ace kept raving about and it was not it for you both. “She’s so stupid, why wouldn’t she just leave with the others?” Izo said this as the music suddenly turned eerie once more. You both held your breath as the killer suddenly crashed through the wall and started attacking the girl.

Screams erupted from both of you as you held onto each other, the cries of the girl getting attacked were in the background, but honestly over your screams and Izo’s screams that were being drowned out. You quickly pressed pause as silence engulfed you both. 

Izo cleared his throat before detaching himself from you. “Are you okay (Y/N)?” Crossing your arms, you looked at your friend. “I feel like I should be asking you that Izo, your scream was higher than mine.” 

Rolling his eyes, he just pulled you toward him so you were in between his legs, both of you laying down on the couch now. “Let’s just agree we were both scared.” He whispered this into the back of your neck before placing a chaste kiss on the area. He gave your body a bit of a squeeze before sighing.

“(Y/N)...I like you more than my best friend.” His words made you freeze, you were glad he was facing away from you so he couldn’t see how wide your eyes were. “I have for a while honestly, you’re my best friend, I trust you the most and I love spending time with you no matter what we’re doing.” He stopped talking for a moment to sit up, bringing you with him so you both were looking into each other’s eyes. “Will you be my girlfriend?” You couldn’t help yourself as you nodded eagerly and within the next second his lips were on yours.

Breaking the kiss, you both settled back onto your couch happily. “Should we continue this movie?” You were hesitant to ask as Izo quickly shook his head no and returned to the Netflix menu. “How about we watch something else, I’m sure we won’t be watching it anyways.” Something started on the television, but the only thing you were paying attention to was the kisses Izo was placing down the slope of your neck. 

[introvert--weeb]

Tokyo Revengers Boys with a s/o who competes in dirt bike competitions

Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji

TW: none

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Mikey

Mikey would only find out when he had come around to your house for the first time.

You had left your boyfriend in your room alone as you went to collect some refreshments for the two of you. Mikey had taken this as an opportunity to look at the stuff you had displayed on your shelves.

Books, mangas, the usual stuff he would expect in a middle schoolers room. That was until he noticed the trophies you had standing together on the shelf over your desk.

Curiosity got the better of him as Mikey reached out to take one of them to inspect. Just as his hand connected with the nearest one, the door to your room opened to reveal you with your arms filled with packets of snacks.

"You wanna look at them?" Even though you had caught the blond snooping, you weren't in the slightest annoyed. In fact, you hated to admit that a bubble of pride had surfaced in your chest at the fact he was trying to look at your trophies.

Mikey simply nodded, bringing the one trophy in his hand off the shelf so that he could examine the engraving. It surprised him to see that it was a first place award for a dirt bike MX race. After all, you didn't have a bike, right?

"You ride dirt bikes?" You simply gave a grin before confirming that you in fact did.

The rest of his time at your house was spent with you showing off your dirt bike and explaining all of your trophies. Mikey would be a proud boyfriend at your accomplishments, so much so where he bragged about you to most of Toman.

Will be the type of boyfriend who will drag his friends to your races just to cheer you on. He will always wait at the finish point to congratulate you, your favourite snack in hand.

Draken

You had gone to visit your amazing boyfriend at his bike shop, a bento made with care tucked in your backpack. This was a regular occurrence, so much so where Draken would be disappointed if you didn't come over as you had other things to do.

As you were off to practice for the next MX race taking place in a few weeks, you had decided to ride your dirt bike to the shop. Not thinking how Draken had yet to see your precious baby, you simply parked it right outside the shop opening.

"Kenny? Babe, I've brought you a bento!" You called out to the male, noticing his head pop up from behind some shelves of tools. You noticed how his eyes lit up when you had mentioned the bento, a small giggle escaping past your lips. He reminded you a little of young Mikey sometimes.

"Thanks babe," Draken placed a quick peck on your cheek, hands taking the box from your own before his eyes caught sight of your bike. Confused, he made his way towards the vehicle before looking around for the owner, even more confused when no-one but you had turned up.

"You like her?" You smirked in amusement at Draken's face as realisation hit him. His eyes widened slightly and he was speechless. He could never have guessed that his partner was into extreme sports like dirt bikes. "Anyway, Ken, I really need to head off to the track soon."

"Didn't realised you rode. When were you gonna tell me about this, huh?" You simply grinned sheepishly at your boyfriend, his amused smirk making your heart skip a beat. Your heart couldn't handle how much you loved the former delinquent.

After your 'secret' had been revealed to your bike loving boyfriend, he would accompany you when he could spare the time to watch you ride around the course. When you had races, he would attend each one, either by himself or with some of the other former Toman members.

Super proud boyfriend. He would provide free check ups for your bike, even adding his signature dragon tattoo on the sides so you are reminded of him every time you are riding.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya was planning on surprising you by turning up at your house unannounced, expecting you to be in your room doing some studying or more likely, binging your favourite show. After all, it was a Saturday and that is how you would spend your days without any plans.

So he was seriously surprised to turn up and find you tinkering with your bike, making sure that the parts were all in working condition. You didn't seem to notice your boyfriend pull up a few feet away from where you were working, your mind focused solely on the checks you had to complete.

"What you doing, sweetheart?" Mitsuya called out to you, trying to hide the amusement he felt when you jumped out of your skin. You seriously weren't expecting anyone to break your concentration, especially not your boyfriend. While it melted your heart that the boy had taken the time to come and visit you, you were trying to use your spare time to prepare for the upcoming MX race.

"Just making sure my bike is in competing condition..." You mumbled, glancing over to the purple haired male as he titled his head to the side a little. Since when did you ride? And especially a dirt bike? Competing? Too many questions were filling Mitsuya's head at what you had replied with.

"Competing?" Turning your attention away from the machine towards Takashi, you gave a small smile as your mind relaxed. You felt like you could breathe now that your loving boyfriend was around and your thoughts weren't filled with what ifs.

"There's an upcoming race that I have entered. I just need to make sure my bike is in good enough condition to ride," and with that explanation, a small smile graced the boy's face. He had a mixture of feelings bubbling inside him; part of him was proud that you rode as well, but another part was concerned over you getting hurt.

The conversation you both had revolved around your riding and racing experience, explaining how you had won a few small competitions when you were younger and just carried on the hobby. Your eyes seemed to shine the more you recollected memories of your past races, Mitsuya noted. His heart fluttered as he watched how enthusiastic you were when talking about dirt bike riding.

When the race had come along, Mitsuya had convinced a few members of Toman to join him and his sisters in cheering you on. Would even design and make you a jacket for you to wear when riding. Proud boyfriend when he heard his friends say how good you were and even more when you had come in first. Quick to check you over for injuries and provide you with a bottle of water. His sisters thought it was so cool and insisted on coming along to watch you practice in the future.

Baji

You seemed to be getting more and more random bruises on your arms and legs, Baji noticed. He wasn't so much concerned as he was curious on where they were coming from. Were you out beating up gangs all on your own without him? If so, you had a lot of explaining to do as he would love to get in on that action.

Instead of asking you about them, he decided he would follow you in case his assumption was right and he could jump in to help. You had left school not that long ago, your boyfriend riding his motorbike while you clung to the back of him. Bidding you a usual goodbye with a kiss to your forehead, he was quick to hide himself and his bike behind a wall once you had entered your house.

It was really only a gamble if you would leave the house again. Baji knew this but his curiosity was keeping him there. However, the gamble paid off as you finally left your home on your bike.

That is what surprised the boy. You had never said you could ride. In fact, you usually rode behind him on his bike when you both went out for late night rides together. If he had known you could ride, he might have insisted on you riding your bike alongside him. After all, you both could race each other around Shinjuku.

Starting up his own bike again, he followed behind you as you were heading to your destination. The more he observed you on your bike, he could tell that you had been riding for a while. But he also noticed how your bike was different from the ones he and the others at Toman rode.

You arrived at the practice area you would frequently visit on your bike. Being a Freestyle dirt bike rider meant that you had to spend a lot of time perfecting your jumps and flips. Adjusting your helmet, you revved your bike and sped down the ramps, gaining enough momentum to send you in the air long enough to do your trick.

Baji had stopped a little way away from you, close enough where he could clearly watch you but out of sight so you didn't get distracted by seeing him. After all, he wasn't meant to be there. He couldn't believe him eyes though when he saw you performing some of the flips. You were amazing in his eyes, especially when you successfully landed. So this must be where your bruises were coming from.

The next day at school, Baji had confessed to you that he had followed you and saw you practicing on your bike. At first you were embarrassed, especially when he was gushing about how cool you were when completing your flips. Especially with how you were still so young and able to do these insane feats.

The next freestyle competition you had entered, Baji had dragged Chifuyu with him to support you and watch how amazing you were. While you didn't win, Baji couldn't be more proud of you and congratulated you for competing by peppering kisses all over your face. Definitely a boyfriend who would brag to anyone who would listen.

[holy-hyuck]

NCT Dream Reaction: They See You Wearing Their Clothes

warning: there’s like a swear word or two in jaemin’s

by the way, would you guys want me to add shotaro and sungchan as a bonus into these since they’re not in a permanent unit yet?

also no, i absolutely do not have a crush on jaemin, what are you talking about?

Mark

It was so cold, so unbelievably cold in Mark’s apartment. You told him to fix the heating but he’s been too busy binging Netflix to bother. Shivering in your thin tee, you rummaged through Mark’s closet for something warm to wear. If he wasn’t going to get the heating sorted, you were going to steal every last one of his hoodies until he had no other choice.

Throwing the black, oversized hoodie over your head, you made your way downstairs and plopped on the couch beside him, making him turn his attention away from the TV screen and towards you.

“Is that my- Is that my hoodie?”

“Yes, it is. Actually, it’s now mine, at least until you get the heating fixed.” You crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

Laughing, he threw his arms around you and started mumbling into your neck.

“Gosh, you’re so cute, you have no idea.”

You let out a whine, surrendering. This was not how this was supposed to go.

Renjun

You stayed over at the Dreamies’ dorm with the intent of catching up with them since their busy schedule meant you barely saw them - especially your boyfriend. A sleepover and a movie night seemed like a great idea.

The boys already had a table stacked with snacks and drinks.

You made the awful decision of wearing denim shorts, which meant twisting and turning for the first thirty minutes of the first movie Jeno picked until he had to go to the toilet and you paused it.

“Are you okay?” Jaemin asked, seeing your discomfort.

You shook your head, looking over at your boyfriend. “Do you have anything comfortable I could wear?” you asked, a puppy-like look on your face (or at least an attempted one), and he obliged, bringing you a pair of his sweatpants.

Once Jeno exited the toilet, you changed into your boyfriend’s clothes, coming back into the living room. Upon seeing you, Renjun burst into laughter, the already slightly baggy (on him) sweatpants completely drowning out your legs so it looked like you were wearing a trash bag over them.

“Y-You l-look great-”

He managed between laughs, covering his face, his head falling back into the couch cushions as he nearly fell on Jaemin. He was hoping his hand also covered his blush because - although he wasn’t sure what exactly it was - something about you wearing his clothes made him feel fuzzy inside and he hoped to see you in them again - just maybe in different circumstances.

Jeno

Out on the beach with your friends was the best way you could think of to spend the last weekend off before school. You sat on the sand, watching Yeri and Jaemin splash each other with water, their swimming suits soaked. They've been at it for the past fifteen minutes, and it all started because Jaemin drank one espresso too much and threw Yeri into the water.

You sat next to Jeno, both of you watching your friends laugh, and next to him sat Renjun, who typed on his phone like his life depended on it. You and Jeno didn't speak much; you were a bit awkward around each other, you'll admit, but that's only because two months ago, you kissed during a game of spin the bottle, and it was a little more heated than you would like, and now maybe, just maybe, you've developed a crush on the black-haired boy.

It was weird - you've known him for three years, and never looked at him that way. Only after the kiss, you started seeing him as this handsome guy with crescent-shaped eyes when he smiled, and not just a friend who wasn't ugly.

Your two friends finally got out of the water, making their way to their towels and drying themselves off. You shivered, the evening weather finally catching up to you. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you rubbed the skin harshly, hoping to generate some heat, and hoping you'll be making your way back home soon.

Renjun noticed this and shoved Jeno with his elbow, gesturing to you. When Jeno gave him a confused look, he rolled his eyes and started tugging on Jeno's jacket in an attempt to take it off. They had a little fight to the right of you, but you were none the wiser and ignored them until Jeno cleared his throat. You looked in his direction to see him taking off his jacket and draping it across your shoulders before giving you a small smile.

"You looked like you needed it."

You smiled at him. "Thank you." Both of you looked at the sand beneath your feet, heat rising to your cheeks.

To your left, Jaemin and Yeri exchanged a look and simultaneously rolled their eyes. You were both so goddamn oblivious.

Haechan / Donghyuck

You clipped your hair back with the lonely bobby pin in your pocket, pulling the jacket around you tighter to brace yourself for the ruthless winds outside. Exiting the shop with Donghyuck by your side, you picked up your pace to make it home before it became any colder or windier - which it did, a minute into your journey.

The wind made your eyes water and you shrunk yourself, head down, ignoring your boyfriend, who began failing to catch up to you.

Suddenly, you felt something warm wrap around your neck and turned around to find your boyfriend securing his scarf around it, unzipping your jacket to tuck it underneath, then zipping it back up. It left his neck exposed due to the low-cut t-shirt he wore under his leather jacket, and you frowned at the sight of it, opening your mouth to protest before he interrupted you.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine. You look like you need it more than me.”

Wrapping his arm around you, thus offering you even more of his body’s warmth, he led you towards his apartment, where he made you hot cocoa and cuddled you until you felt warm again.

You still didn’t take off his scarf, and he never asked for it back.

Jaemin

Maybe you didn't remember much from last night, however, when you woke up with a white, oversized denim jacket hanging from your desk chair, you were reminded of Jaemin - a loud and charming boy from one of your classes - lending you the covering after he walked you home after one too many drinks. In your defence, you bet with your friend that you could handle more shots than her, and won (the vomiting-in-the-garden part doesn't matter).

You got ready and rushed into your lecture hall, sitting somewhere in the middle and eyeing the students to spot the black-haired boy. When you managed to finally do so, he was already talking to one of his best friends, and the professor had started the lecture.

At the end of the lecture, you went up to Jaemin, who again, had busied himself talking to his friend. But when the other boy, Lee Jeno, saw you, he slapped Jaemin across the chest to get his attention.

Finally, Jaemin turned to you, taking a second or two to take in your appearance, his denim jacket hanging loosely on your shoulders. He almost laughed, his smile getting bigger than you've ever seen it. In the background, Jeno was laughing his ass off at Jaemin's reaction.

You cleared your throat. "Sorry, I just saw it on my chair today. It's yours right?" You took the jacket off of you and handed it to him once the boy nodded his head. "Thanks for last night, I don't know how I've survived but you certainly made it easier. Anyway, I'll see you later. You too, Jeno."

The older boy waved his hand at you and walked to Jaemin as the two of them watched you leave. "They looked good, huh?"

Jaemin looked to Jeno and smiled. "Fucking gorgeous."

Chenle

You may or may not have gotten too comfortable during your last few weeks of university, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie every day around your house, only swapping out the bottoms for a pair of jeans when going out. Honestly, you couldn't even remember the last time you put any effort into your appearance.

However, the dreadful day came when you had to meet Chenle's friends. You weren't dating for long, only a couple of weeks at most, so you felt the need to impress both them and your boyfriend. Thankfully, the plan to go to an amusement park were cancelled and swapped out for a movie night, so you felt okay with throwing on a hoodie and calling it a day. Spotting a bright blue coloured one in the corner of your bed, and realising it's Chenle's, you quickly pulled it over your head and rushed out of your house after realising you were late.

You were shaking the whole way to Jisung's house, hoping to calm down by the time you got there. He graciously let you inside and introduced you to two other guys and a girl, and you hoped they would spare you the embarrassment of wiping their hands after touching your sweaty palm.

"I like your hoodie," the girl said.

"Oh, thank you. It's Chenle's, actually," you replied after a beat. "Um, where is he?" You looked around, unable to spot the blond boy.

Suddenly, you heard a high-pitched scream coming from your right, an exclamation of "cute!" yelled your way, right before being tackled to the ground by the man-child in question. He pulled the hood over your head and grinned down at you.

"I'm guessing you like it?"

Jisung

Grabbing a book off Jisung's bedside table, you plopped on his bed with nothing but his thick, blue robe on. Admittedly, it was warm and cosy; definitely something you would have to steal. You skimmed through some of the pages of the history textbook before becoming bored and chucking it next to you.

Standing up from the mattress, you wandered around his room, waiting until he finished his shower.

"Hey, have you seen my-" Jisung came out of the bathroom, holding a towel to his chest, "-robe?"

He sighed, looking at you in his garment as you smiled like the Cheshire cat.

"Can I have that back?"

You skidded across the room to stand in front of him, going on your tip-toes and giving him a peck on the lips. "Nope."

Jisung shook his head at your antics before going to change into some clothes.

[cowzzmoozz]

Security Breach x Technician Reader (platonic!)

This is my first post so it might not be the best :)

Summary: Gregory and Freddy escape with nowhere to go and a handful of animatronics; you’re forced to take things into your own hands and care for a group of machines and a homeless child in your own house. Just what you wanted.

Hope you enjoy :)

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About a week had passed sense the Mega Pizzaplex has been reduced into nothing but ash and rubble. You had been forced by your boss to take the animatronics into your humble abode to care and repair them, unknown to them, that included a boy no older then 10. You were the mall’s best technician, going 6 years strong. Great right, though it ended with you having to take care of a confused and chaotic group of creations instead of binge watching your favorite shows.

You had gotten most of the repairs fixed for Monty a few days ago, though Chica’s voice box still glitched out on her sometimes. A problem you had to look into, but until then you would enjoy laying in the soft and warm covers of your sweet bed. The blaring alarm had went off over an hour ago but you were  exhausted. The bags under your eyes shown you were up late. You rolled to your side to see the time, the neon red colors of the alarm clock shining a bit too bright back at you. “7:36”. Over an hour had gone by from when you first woke up. You weren’t even mentally stable enough to care for all your needs, now you had animatronics to watch for. You wouldn’t complain about Gregory, you understood what it felt to be alone.

Stumbling slightly you tossed your feet off the side of the bed, making your way to the bathroom. You threw on the closest thing to you, one of your favorite hoodies. It’s original plain design was now covered in oil stains, still just as comfy though. Content with it, you threw it over your shoulders. Freddy was probably up by now, which meant Gregory was too. Neither of them knew how to cook as, a. one was an animatronic, and b. one was a child who could only really make cereal.

Without brushing your hair, deciding tying it back or just leaving it wouldn’t be an issue right now, you headed to your kitchen. Passing the hall to see Sun sitting at the table looking very focused at a unicorn coloring book. A pack of crayons and a flashlight lay next to him on the table. He didn’t notice as u passed him, heavily determined to get the right colors for the picture. The others were most likely still in the recharge stations you had built in your basement. They would come up when they were ready.

Entering the kitchen you saw Freddy and Gregory sitting at the counter. Gregory smiles at you and though Freddy’s face plates couldn’t really show a change in emotion, he visibly perked up at you.

“Is there anything specific you want to eat, Gregory?” You had asked, he was getting more comfortable around you which made you glad. The kid deserved to relax a bit.

“Um, what are you having?”

You weren’t that hungry at the moment, but you were tired, “coffee (or any drink of your choice)”. You turned to face him, “but if you want an idea, eggs and bacon would be good for you.”

He thought for a minute, turning to Freddy, who laid and hand on his shoulder. “Just the bacon, if I get hungry again would you mind making more?” He asked, his voice lowering closer to the end.

You couldn’t help a small smile to escape, “not at all.”

After breakfast and making sure Gregory was fed, you excused yourself to finish some work. You had tried to stay up last night to finish an eye upgrade for Roxy, but exhaustion got the better of you. You didn’t have much left, as all you had to do was run functioning tests. The basics to make sure they worked properly.

Mid way into the test, it was going fine, until a faulty was spotted. A weakened spot in her peripheral vision. You had left the tools needed in your room. Wanting to be fast you began to walk. Roxy had decided to follow you, if she wants to then she will you had thought.

Searching you room for the blue box you just couldn’t seem to find, Roxy began talking to you. “So tell me, is this thing used for your human recharge?” She shed pointing to your bed. You could’ve sworn she asked this before.

“Yep. When I get tired I sleep on my bed.” You informed her suspicions while continuing your search. Caught up in your own thoughts, you jumped when you felt a pair of hard hands grab you from your shoulders. You turned to meet Roxy’s face. She lifted you up and placed you on the bed, pushing down your shoulders so you were forced to lay. She then stepped away and looked confused.

“How con you’re not recharging yet?” She asked.

Chuckling at her question you sat up, “that’s because I have to fall asleep by pretending to be asleep.”

She blinked at your answer and dropped her shoulders, “humans are confusing, I don’t need to do that.” A sly look appeared in her eyes, “I’m just simply better, but don’t worry, you’re better that most humans. I’m still the greatest, though.”

You nodded your head at her. She had managed to insult and compliment you in one statement. That’s fun.

Continuing your day Sun had wanted you to draw with him. Gregory wasn’t enjoying sitting still for so long, and everyone else had no interest to draw. He had yet to ask you, so now he was. You still had a few hours before Chica was ready for her voice box to be wired again, so you agreed, probably making Sun’s day. You opted to sketch on a blank piece of paper rather than the coloring book. Sun didn’t mind, just happy to have some company. The two of you talk about random things, most of which was just about fun little things.

“Wow! I didn’t know our little techie was an artist! It so pretty y/n! So pretty! So pretty!” He exclaimed hopping from one foot to the other.

“Thank you, Sun,” you said. While is was hard work with the animatronics, you always loved the praise they gave you. It was lonely living by yourself. That had only seemed to make him more excited, as Sun started waving his hands around happily.

Finally the time came to fix Chica’s voice box. Monty was in the room with the two of you. He normally hung around in the basement or just roamed you house. He also was a big fan of hogging the video games you had.

Chica wouldn’t be able to talk during this, and while you were okay with working in silence, it was comforting to know he was there, too. At first you worked quietly. Monty had came over to you at some point, watching what you were doing. You turned around to reach for a tool, only to find it in Monty’s hand.

“Here.” He said and handed it to you. The fake aggravation in his voice was a nice comparison by how gently he placed it in you hand. You gave a soft chuckle and a thanks. You continued to work as Monty handed you the tools.

During your years in the Mega Pizzaplex, you had never worked with Monty much. Though he had a reputation with the workers. They were terrified of him. Just a year ago was the first time you got to work with him. The workers had used you as their last resort to retrieve the broken shards of his mirror from an ancient earlier.

You entered his room with your head high, prepared to play the confident and in control card on him, but that was quickly discarded with you saw him. Clutching his head by the corner of his trashed room. You slowly walked toward him, ignoring all your workings warnings before hand. You comforted him that day, while it wasn’t much, it was the first time he saw a worker put him first, rather than themselves and what they were told. He like you for that.

The problem was fixed easily for Chica once you found what it was. A mistake in the wiring had caused a corruption on the voice box. It was fixed and you once again received praise from an animatronic.

“Nice job, y/n! Listen to how smooth my voice is!” She spoke fondly of you. Monty nodding his head.

The day was long, but a simple day for you. This was your normal at work, so you just had to make it your normal at home. An everyday thing. Night rolled around faster. The animatronics saying their good nights and heading to their stations.

Freddy came up to you with Gregory in his arms. “I saw the picture you drew. I’m sure in the morning Gregory is sure to hang it up.”

You smiled at the bear, “maybe.”

“Well then I’ll say good night, superstar. Good job today.” He said softy, handing you the sleeping child.

A smiled was given to him at the much given praise, “thank you. Good night, Freddy.”

You placed Gregory in his bed and headed to your room. You laid on your back and closed your eyes. This past week was tough, but it was the happiest you have ever been. You could get used to this, though you didn’t have much of a choice. You didn’t mind. You ready for bed, and for tomorrow to come.

A creak was heard above you, followed by a soft music box, but you didn’t open you eyes, “good night.”

“Nighty, night.”

You could definitely get used to this.

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How could we ever just be friends?

Once again I have written a shitty fanfiction. You're welcome.

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Summary:  The sound of the rain greeted him as well as a soaked Chaol. Dorian took another deep breath.

“Look Chaol, whatever you’re going to say, I just want you to know I’m sorry-”

“Do you want to dance with me?” Chaol interrupted. 

Dorian’s mind simply stopped. He was like the human version of the loading symbol. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water before managing a broken, “What?”

“Do you want to dance with me?” Chaol asked again. There was an odd look on Chaol’s face, something like hope. Dorian gazed into his brown eyes and remembered the text he had sent. The part where he’d mentioned his gorgeous eyes, the ones he felt like he was being sucked into every time he looked at them. 

***

The rain beat on the windows violently, as it had been for the last few hours. The sound of it was oddly relaxing. Even the thunder that seemed to shake the entire house was nice in a way.

Dorian had been sitting in his room on the windowsill since the rain had started. It had proved pleasant background noise while he finished his homework. He had plugged his earbuds into his phone, played music from one of his playlists, and finished most of the homework he had.

About an hour ago now, Dorian’s father had sent a maid up to tell him the old man had left the house and would be back later tonight. Dorian had thanked the woman and settled back into his work. The house had quieted after his father had left, most people taking his absence as a chance to sit for a while and rest. His father would have wanted him to go tell the people to get back to work, but he couldn’t care less what they did. They deserved a break anyway after working for his father for so long.

Dorian sighed, pulling his earbuds out and packing his notebooks, pencil case, computer, and other things into his backpack and placing it by his bedroom door. Just then, he received a text.

Aelin: Sorry Dorian, I don’t think we can hang out today. My dad is all worked up about the storm and doesn’t want me to leave the house until it’s over :(

Dorian quickly texted her back saying it was all okay, that they could hang out next weekend instead. He couldn’t help the slight disappointment he felt though. They’d been meant to binge Heartstopper while he moped over Chaol, and Aelin held him while he cried.

Dorian jumped onto his bed, thinking about what he could do with the new free time he had. Immediately he thought of face timing Chaol, but that wasn’t a good idea. Last week, Dorian had been drunk and sent Chaol a text about how in love with him he was. When he had woken up in the morning, there had been a bunch of texts and missed phone calls from Chaol saying they needed to talk. Dorian had been avoiding him since, not wanting to hear Chaol say he didn’t want to be friends anymore and that he had never wanted Dorian like that.

Dorian sat back up and ran a hand through his hair before an idea popped into his head. Grabbing his phone, Dorian ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Why hello there, boy,” Thalia said from where she sat on a barstool. “Is there something you’d like for me to make for you?”

Thalia was his family’s cook. She had been around for decades now and was the only person who dared to speak ill of Dorian’s father openly. Dorian thought of her almost as a grandmother. She’d always been nice to him, giving him extra sweets when he was younger and talking to him about school when his parents ignored him.

“Not today, Thalia. If it’s okay, though, I’d like to use the kitchen to bake something.”

Thalia smiled and slid off the barstool and hobbled over to the door. “Don’t let me stop you, sweetheart.”

The door shut behind Thalia and Dorian quickly went to work, grabbing everything he needed.

***

Dorian sat at the kitchen island while he waited for the last batch of cookies to finish cooking. The smell of fresh cookies had engulfed the room, making Dorian’s stomach rumble. He was forcing himself to wait for them to cool off enough so that he didn’t burn his mouth when he took a bite of one.

The oven beeped, signaling there was only a minute left on the timer just as a young maid, the same one who had told him his father was leaving earlier, walked into the room. She wore an apron over a nice pair of black slacks and a white shirt. Her dark curls were pulled back into a tight ponytail on the top of her head, and Dorian thought he could see some sparkle on her eyelids.

“Hello Sir. There is a man at the door asking to see you. He says he’s your friend. Would you like for me to let him in?” The woman said, her voice soft.

Dorian couldn’t hide his surprise. The calls and text messages from Chaol had stopped yesterday, and he’d thought that would be the end of that. He’d cried for hours, knowing he had finally fucked up their friendship in an unfixable way.

The woman stood there waiting for his answer, but Dorian was still a little shocked that Chaol was here and couldn’t even tell her not to call him sir. The timer on the oven decided right then was the best time to go off and Dorian went to grab the oven mitts, moving on autopilot, but before he could, the woman grabbed his hands.

“Go talk to your friend sir, I’ll deal with your cookies.” She was smiling now, as if she knew something he didn’t.

“I-um-Thank you. I’m going to go, uh, do that.” Dorian managed. “Thank you, ma’am, very much,” He yelled as he ran through the halls towards the front door.

As he neared the closed door and saw Chaol’s silhouette through the glass, his stomach turned over. Maybe Chaol had come over here to yell at him or to give him back something he’d left at Chaol’s place. Dorian pushed the nerves down and took and deep breath, opening the door.

The sound of the rain greeted him as well as a soaked Chaol. Dorian took another deep breath.

“Look Chaol, whatever you’re going to say, I just want you to know I’m sorry-”

“Do you want to dance with me?” Chaol interrupted.

Dorian’s mind simply stopped. He was like the human version of the loading symbol. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water before managing a broken, “What?”

“Do you want to dance with me?” Chaol asked again. There was an odd look on Chaol’s face, something like hope. Dorian gazed into his brown eyes and remembered the text he had sent. The part where he’d mentioned his gorgeous eyes, the ones he felt like he was being sucked into every time he looked at them.

Dorian, not trusting himself to speak, nodded his head and gestured to the coat closet. Chaol smiled and nodded, understanding what he was trying to convey. He always did that, understood Dorian without even needing to try. It was aggravating.

Dorian moved on autopilot once again, grabbing his shoes and tying them quickly. When he stood up and moved back into the doorway, his eyes met with Chaol’s outstretched hand. Dorian took hold of it, Chaol pulling him out of the house and reaching behind Dorian to close the door.

Dorian closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling the scent of Chaol when he was so close to him and savoring the feeling of their chests pressed together. Chaol’s hand tightened its hold and then he pulled him down the steps into the pouring rain.

The cold soaked through his clothes in seconds, chilling him to the bone, but Chaol didn’t stop moving, instead he pulled him into the garden and let go of Dorian’s hand. Chaol reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, pressing a button before tucking it back into the pocket.

“Until I Found You” by Stephen Sanchez and Em Beihold started played through speakers Dorian couldn’t see. Chaol reached out his hand again, looking slightly nervous now. His wet shirt clung to his body, and Dorian wanted to trail his fingers along his muscles, but he reminded himself he couldn’t.

Cautiously, Dorian grabbed Chaol’s hand, and Chaol pulled him in close. One of Chaol’s hands went around his waist and the other stayed holding his hand. Chaol moved them into a dance that was incredibly romantic.

“You told me once a few years ago that the most romantic thing you could think of was dancing in the rain,” Chaol whispered in Dorian’s ear. Dorian’s heart raced as he realized what Chaol was implying and at the thought that Chaol had paid attention to something so small.

Chaol spun him and pulled him back in, pressing himself to him as tightly as possible. Dorian looked up slightly and brought the hand he had rested on Chaol’s shoulder to his face, gently cupping it and running his thumb along his cheekbone. Chaol shuddered, his face looking absolutely wrecked as he closed his eyes.

Dorian smiled softly. “You also remembered my favorite song.”

“Yes,” Chaol whispered. “I’ve wanted to speak with you.” Chaol opened his eyes and they stilled, staring into each other’s souls.

Dorian swallowed, letting himself hope. He watched as Chaol’s Adam’s apple bobbed and as his tongue came out to wet his lips. Dorian forgot about the rain causing him to shiver, focused solely on Chaol.

“I read your text, and at first, I simply stared at it. I couldn’t believe what I had read, I thought, he must be pranking me, but then you didn’t answer any of the messages I sent you and I knew it was real, that you were panicking because you thought I would be mad with you. I have been trying to contact you so I could tell you that you are not alone in your feelings.” Chaol pressed Dorian tighter into him.

“I love you, Dorian. Your eyes sparkle when you are happy and your laugh is beautiful and you me feel dumb and I love it. I have loved you ever since we were children and I want to spend every moment of every day with you. I have spent the last years thinking that I was destined to be alone forever because I had found my soulmate, but he did not see me as his.” When Chaol finishes, he is panting.

Dorian smiles and then pulls away from Chaol to fall over laughing. Chaol stands there surprised only to realize how stupid this whole situation is and starts laughing as well.

Dorian stands back up, grabbing Chaol’s face in his hands and resting their foreheads together. “I can’t believe we have been desperately in love with each other this entire time and not noticed it. We are possibly the most oblivious people ever.”

Chaol chuckles and stares into Dorian’s eyes as he says, “Did my romantic gesture live up to your expectations?”

Dorian’s smile grows. “Yes, 100 times yes. Now shut up and kiss me.”

Chaol pulls him in close and suddenly spins Dorian away from him before leaning him over like in the movies and presses his mouth to Dorians. When they pull away from each other, both out of breath, Dorian says softly, “Would you like to eat fresh cookies with me and cuddle in front of the fire, wishing we hadn’t spent so much time in the rain?”

Chaol laughs, the sound loud and uninhibited. “Of course I would, Dorian.”