#this is me extending an olive branch of friendship

[mus-xpart-a]

i absolutely ADORE @skylooms design for silver so i drew him

i love the way u color the most, the many vibrant colors and substitute for pure white look so lovely <3 <3 <3

[musashi]

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[dadvans]

and yes i said yes I Will Yes.

there's something to be said about the fact that buck genuinely sucks at making friends in a meaningful way. he was desperate trying to connect with ravi at first, and then obnoxious. making another person uncomfortable trying to recreate his best friendship, the friendship that he wants, recreating the rules that someone else gave him he was all too happy to follow, playing games that someone else taught him. buck does a lot of things for other people, but when it boils down to his own wants, his own self, he doesn't know how to provide that foundation.

growing up he fit a high school stereotype that allowed him to be liked when his parents never did and his sister moved out and got in a relationship. when he became an adult, he was quick to destroy anything permanent at first, and reject any standard norms if that meant he didn't earn love in return. his nomadic lifestyle and easy charm was always grounded in the fact that it wasn't permanent, that he could find the quicker, easier affection of other people in things he knew would never last, and he was able to cut his ties just as easily as he's formed them.

even in his friendship with eddie, eddie was the first person to extend the olive branch when they removed the bomb from that guy's leg. his friendship with eddie has been enjoying eddie, and meeting eddie where he needs to be met, and helping eddie as best as he can. as soon as his own feelings or wants or needs surface, he trips over them and struggles.

same tonight with ravi: this is the game eddie taught me, these are the rules of friendship i go by based on the best friendship i've ever had, this is what i know. ravi, who is his own person and outside of being a landlord is way too good for this shit, is frustrated for the right reasons. he's a ravi-shaped peg that buck is trying to fit in an eddie-shaped hole, because to buck, that's how the best and easiest friendship he's ever had has looked, and he doesn't understand friendship in a meaningful way outside of that.

similarly, same with tommy: the second it gets flirty, buck's tongue-tied, desperate need to appeal to someone smooths out into something charismatic and easy, a lot of that evident because the morning after, he makes it clear he didn't have any expectations from tommy. he's surprised by tommy wanting to pick back up what they had. but the second that conversation gets a little more personal, he fumbles again, washes out completely.

it's so interesting that buck is still not completely settled in himself that he struggles to form meaningful relationships that aren't: (1) his sister, (2) job-based--and even that is kind of a stretch, and (3) related to anything more surface deep about his sexuality. he wants human connection so much that he fits himself into whatever role where he could be someone who is needed-- that is the easy thing, the easy feeling, for him. that is Good Enough. the second he wants for himself, he doesn't know how to sit with it, because he never learned how to have unconditionally.

[id0what1want]

It's kind of strange to me that I don't see more Michael lovers.

Michael Ole is a character that definitely isn't perfect by any means, but every character in Jentry has flaws. It's strange to me that people are a lot more critical of Michael's flaws than they are of Kit's.

Michael does not get the same screentime that Kit does and there is also the added factor of Kit dying at the end of his arc, making it so Kit dies a martyr instead of actually having to face the consequences of his actions.

We now have the mental image of Kit dying for Jentry in a brave and selfless action.

Except

Michael has the strength to live for Jentry. Michael has lost his house and his job to Jentry's powers and still accepts them as part of her. Michael doesn't change himself to be with Jentry and has interests outside of Jentry. Michael makes mistakes and fucks up, but he doesn't essentially commit suic*de the first time he and Jentry have a big fight.

Michael of course isn't perfect. He's a teenager, he's messy in relationships and struggles to communicate well. When they break up, he rebounds on another girl. He hurt Stella. He also didn't k*ll himself. He owns up to his actions. He lives with his consequences.

The reason why we're supposed to like Michael isn't because he doesn't do as much for Jentry as Kit did, it's because Michael handles his problems with growth rather than selfishness. Kit dying for Jentry was not for Jentry. Kit wanting to be human was not for Jentry. He would rather die than live with the fact that he fucked up. It's unfair to Jentry.

Michael wants to help Jentry because above all else they are friends. There are romantic undertones, yes, but Michael doesn't get anything out of their relationship the same way that Kit does. In fact, people forget that Michael has ALSO sacrificed for Jentry. He has ALSO risked his life time and time again for her.

It's definitely not that I hate Kit. Kit is my favorite character. I wholeheartedly believe that in terms of Kit and Jentry, Kit needs to take a page from Michael's book and grow rather than change himself on a dime. Kit's apology should not have been his death. It makes it so he escapes all responsibility for what he did. Dying is easy, living is harder.

Had Michael died for whatever reason, his actions would also be seen more favorably because of the martyr affect.

I am personally very refreshed that the canon choice in the male leads goes to the healthier option, and even more refreshed that the choice in the love triangle went to the lead with the darker skin tone. Black characters are often cursed with second lead syndrome, if they even get a romantic interest at all. It's also rare for characters of dark skin tones to get with the lighter skinned female lead, interracial relationships in a YA setting are incredibly rare. Jentry Chau already does amazing for having Jentry's love triangle options not being 'very white All-American guy' and 'slightly tanner troubled bad boy but is still very much white'. I would like to note that I am still annoyed that Michael's arc didn't get nearly the attention/time Kit's did and that Stella got sidelined so hard.

I am also still finding it strange, despite all the reasons I listed as possible explanations, that Michael's mistakes are received so harshly in comparison to Kit's reception. Michael committed the crime of teenage drama and Kit is guilty of stalking, attempted murder, and accounts of actual murder. Do I stand with my problematic wife? Yes, I really like Kit. Do I think Jentry is totally valid for not wanting to date a guy that stalked her in favor of a guy whose worst crime is breaking up with his girlfriend? Yes! I personally have been stalked before. Jentry extending the olive branch of friendship is already phenomenal, she is totally right for not wanting a relationship. Michael is very safe in comparison to Kit, and eliminating the factor of normalcy, Michael has never shown any intent of violence/danger towards Jentry.

I also have a theory that if the cast was gender swapped, and Kit acted the way he did towards Jentry, the fanbase would have been harsher in his reception. It strikes me as the same phenomenon where a light-skinned male can exhibit traits of autism and be excused where a female person with autism will act the same way and be considered a bitch. This is mostly theoretical, but it does tie back to Michael; if Kit had dark skin or if Michael acted the way Kit did, would the fanbase be harsher for his instances of violence?

There is the argument that Kit is Korean and thus also a minority, so Michael's race doesn't tie into his less enthused reception. While I would like to say that people make their assumptions solely on their actions, those numbers just don't add up AND it erases the impact Michael being black in the first place has on his character. Echo Wu stated in the Spilling the Milk livestream that she needed an All-American jock character, what was stopping her from making Michael a white boy quarterback? Michael's race and heritage adds dimension to his character past variation in the skin tone roster, people forcing Michael into the role of a jock gains further implication because people tend to force the view that black characters and black people as being physically stronger/more athletic. Black characters are not often portrayed to have nerdy interests like anime, band (specifically instruments that AREN'T percussion), or any kind of intellectual hobby. In-universe, Michael's race is important to his character and affects how he is perceived, why would that suddenly become false to his reception in the real world? The real world where racism DEFINITELY doesn't exist anymore, and subconscious racial bias is DEFINITELY dead.

I am NOT saying if you are team Kit that you are racist, PLEASE do not let that be the takeaway. This post was simply made because I was surprised nobody had pointed this out already and I think these conversations are important to have and consider instead of pretending these trends don't exist. I also love Michael, and I wish that I saw more people talk about him

[theresatzu]

Olive branch - Part 1

----《 Isagi Yoichi spin-off 》 ----

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Pairings. Isagi Yoichi x reader

Characters. Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, OC's & reader insert

Tropes. fluff, crack, burned house, estranged friendships, pining & separation arc

Chapters.

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A ferocious fire had caused you to lose your apartment. With no possessions left and no place to stay, your former friend Isagi Yoichi extended you an olive branch; you are to stay with him until your fiancé would return.

Or

In which you're lost and confused, Isagi is a puzzle you just can't seem to solve, and the world is a willing witness to everything else that ensues.

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Two months from now, you would be grateful for the blazing fire that had caused to completely upheave your life and derail your set out path.

But now, you were utterly wrecked.

A stray tear slipped out of your eye as you sniffed.

The cause of your sorrow? The absolute demolition of your own home.

It was an unfortunate occurrence. Japan during the summer was dry, and your apartment just happened to be located near a vulnerable place.

With the additions of the building being obsolete and made of fragile material thrown into the mix, it really was just a matter of time before disaster would strike.

But you'd never imagined it would be now, of all times.

Your fiancé was working abroad. He was a commendable footballer. Thus, he'd make long hours training and playing in matches in countries you'd never even visited.

But the moment he would return, in about two months, you were set to marry. In the meantime, you had taken residence in a quaint apartment before you would eventually settle into a more spacious place.

However, with all your belongings gone up in smoke and your fiancé being unreachable, you had no idea how to proceed.

Besides, the house you'd been eyeing wasn't available yet. Of course, that left open the option of your parents' home, but...

Your job revolved around the administrative tasks surrounding the JFU. You'd been hired long ago and had long since made a name for yourself within the prestigious company, consequently being involved in a plethora of projects that needed due finishing and personal attendance.

And your parents' home was located too far to be able to make the trip. Ten hours travelling for work really wasn't ideal.

So your parents' house was ruled out, too.

Instead, you opted to temporarily seek your refuge at a hotel, where you could figure out your next steps to navigate this maze of hardships.

Sighing, you close your laptop (one of the few things the fire had managed to spare) after scouring the internet for rentable appartments that you could afford at the moment.

Of course, you had enough money, being an important executive within the JFU and all, but what would your fiancé think?

That was a great question.

Your eyes drifted to your phone. You had tried calling him, but the calls never went through. He must've been very preoccupied with his training, considering the upcoming match he was looking forward to.

But still... it stung that in time of need, you couldn't seek comfort by him.

Well, alas, dwelling on it would bring you no further. You draped your blanket over you, ignoring how peculiar the cheap hotel sheets felt rubbed against your skin.

Before you fell asleep, you removed the necklace with a pendant from your neck. It had been a precious gift, given to you five years ago by your fiancé.

You traced the outline of the piece of jewellery, eyes misty with the promise of tears.

If only he were here, comforting you, telling you you weren't alone in this.

"Please return to me." You whispered in the dead of the night to the necklace, the wind your only witness.

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

heyyaa Y/n

I rlly hope you still have the same number

or this'll be suuuper awkwarddd :0

Send at 8:26 am

You

who's this?

Sent at 8:32

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

your bestest friend in the whole world

sent at 8:32

You

...

Sent at 8:33

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

... I stole your cookies once and gave your boyfriend the blame

Sent at 8:33

You

bachira?!

Sent at 8:33

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

of all the things you could remember about me!! :((

I'm hurt.

Sent at 8:34

You

ok.

Sent at 8:34

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

:0

you're cold

HEARTLESS!!

Sent at 8:35

You

sorry :)

Sent at 8:36

Xxx-xxx-xxxx

I can feel that sarcasm from three planets away

YOU MEANIE

I WON'T TEXT YOU IF YOU'RE LIKE THIS !!

Sent at 8:36

A split second later, your phone lit up with an incoming call.

You stared at it, the unknown number glaring at you. You wavered.

Sighing, you pressed a button.

"Hello?"

"HI Y/N! HOW ARE YOU? AND BY THE WAY, YOU SUCK!" A loud voice yelled in your ear.

You blinked, holding the phone away from you until the boisterous shouting ceased.

"...Bachira." You said disbelieving, wondering if you were hearing things. Maybe you hadn't come out of the fire entirely unscathed.

"The one and only!" Bachira's jovial voice rang through the phone.

You went quiet at his voice.

"Why... uh, why--" You cleared your throat, "why did you call?"

"Can't I call my bestie?"

"We haven't spoken in five years."

"...do you have another best friend?"

"...no."

"Then my point still stands."

You shook your head, Bachira's childish attitude... some things really never changed.

"Bachira."

A defeated sigh at the other end. "Okaayy. You got me. I heard 'bout the fire. How are you doing?" He asked genuinely.

"Holding up." You answered honestly. "But I have nowhere to stay, and almost all of my things were lost in the fire."

Bachira winced. "Ai. Where are you staying now?"

"At a hotel."

"Temporarily, right? Do you have another place to stay?"

You pursed your lips.

Taking your silence as an answer, Bachira spoke, "That's what I thought! You're still the same hopeless girl I know!"

"Hey!"

"And that's why..." Bachira carried on, "You'll stay with me!"

You choked.

"Ex...excuse me?"

"We'll hold sleepovers every day! And we can watch movies on the weekends and go bowl--"

"Bachira. Stop." You cut in.

"Hm? What's the problem?"

At Bachira's oblivious tone, you let out an incredulous laugh. "Bachira, I haven't seen you in five years. I can't stay with you."

"Why not?"

"I just... I can't. You know why."

A sigh left Bachira's lips. "Is this about him?" He said, tone laced with poorly disguised disgust.

"I... yeah. I can't do that to him. I'm sorry, you shouldn't have called."

"Wah, wai--"

And without further ado, you pressed the end-call button, your phone falling down on your sheets.

You stared hard at the white blankets, thoughts in turmoil.

It had been five years.

Five years gone by with no contact, and you had been fine. Better than fine, even.

You clenched your jaw.

I'm fine.

Eyes glimmering with an unfounded trust, intense in the way only they could be.

You harshly pushed the thought away. It had been five years.

Five years of no contact, five years of not thinking about--

No. No. I'm fine. I'm fine.

But as you laid down in bed, you tasted salt on your tongue.

"As for this upcoming match, we'll need to haul in more sponsors." You folded your hands.

"Considering the high interest in both of the teams, we can say for sure that this match will attract a lot of attention. Thus, we'll need more resources to adequately provide for the game."

"How do you reckon we do that? We've already tried a campaign, but it just won't get off the ground." Your colleague, Miyu, chimed in.

You frowned. Acquiring funds and attracting sponsors was always the hardest part.

"I'll try to make a plan. But it'll certainly help if we have some connections that'll be able to put us through some sponsors."

Your other colleague, Rento, stroked his chin in contemplation. "That will certainly help kick-start the event. Thing is, do we have connections?"

"I'll introduce you to my friends, they're going to love you."

"I... you don't know that!"

A thumb rubbed the back of your hand softly, followed by a gentle voice. "I don't know, but I'm one hundred percent sure."

"Y/n?" Miyu waved her hand in front of your face.

Startled, you blinked as you were ripped out of your revery.

"Sorry?"

"Are you alright?" Miyu eyed you with a concerned look. "You look tired."

Well, with your home having been burned to the ground and the unexpected call of Bachira, relaxing hadn't been the first thing on your mind.

"I'm fine." You sighed. "Just you know, my house burned down." You joked weakly.

"Just my house burned to the ground, no big deal." Rento echoed sardonically.

You shrugged. "Well, I can get upset about it, but I still have work to finish."

Miyu let out a weary sigh. "You and your workaholic tendencies. Where are you even staying right now?"

You winced internally, before responding,

"...a hotel."

"WHAT?!" Rento exclaimed, pushing his chair back. "There aren't even any hotels available right now in the vicinity! Everything is sold out! Unless..."

Eyebrows pincing in suspicion, Rento inquired, "How long did you travel?"

"...Five hours." You conceded, bracing yourself.

"Five hours?!" Miyu shouted. "That's far too long! And what about your things?"

You hung your head. "Most of it got lost." You played with your necklace. "This necklace is one of the few things that I managed to save."

"Wow, it really is a beautiful one. Seems expensive." Miyu gushed, leaning in closer. "Fiancé?"

"Yeah."

"Where even is he? I thought you two would move out soon?" Rento raised an eyebrow.

"He's abroad. And the house isn't ready yet."

Well, actually, the house hadn't even been decided on. The house you'd been eyeing was reasonably up to your tastes, but your fiancé had a whole other idea in mind, so you two had been discussing a bit, resulting in not even settling with a general outline.

Miyu winced. "Sucks. I'd offer you a place to stay, but it's cramped at mine."

You nodded in understanding. You had visited once, and Miyu was in a similar situation as you; living in a temporary apartment before moving out in a bigger home.

"Well, you can have my couch." Rento offered.

"Dude!" Miyu punched his arm. "No way is she going to stay over at your crusty place. Your roommates are horrible!"

"Hey!" Rento huffed, affronted. "At least I offered!"

Miyu tilted her head up, huffing, "You know my place is too small to house guests! We'd have to share a bed and..."

Rento crossed his arms, "Yeah, no one wants to share a bed with you."

Now it was Miyu's turn to be indignant. "Excuse me?"

"Guys." You cut in before it could escalate in a full-on battle of the wits.

The both of them turned to you, wearing similar sheepish expressions.

Miyu narrowed her eyes. "But what about--"

Rento slapped her arm, "We promised not to mention him!" He hissed in warning.

"But as far as I know, he lives near! And our work is even intimately intertwined with his, so you don't have to worry about covering your expensive commuting costs! And... oh!"

Miyu's eyes glimmered. "He has connections, doesn't he? He's a hot commodity, after all. We'll be able to fix the whole funding for the match. Two birds with one stone."

Your lips slanted. "Yeah, that's true. But..."

Picking up on your unspoken worries, Rento spoke, "But after all that has happened..."

You made a face. You'd rather not be reminded about that.

Coming up to you, Miyu slung an arm over your shoulders. "At least think about it. If only so those eyebags of yours can go away."

Laughing, you shoved her off. "I don't have eyebags!"

Rento made a debatable noise. "Sweetie, even your eyebags look like they've been working overtime."

Letting out a scandalous gasp, you retorted, "I'll have you know that my overtime working is for good ends!"

"I'm not saying that." Rento said, his tone becoming serious. "But on top of your overtime working, which is already," he made a face, "Yuck," He eventually settled on.

You gasped in mock-offense. Rento stuck his tongue out before his expression morphed back into his solemn one.

Rento eyed you. "Commuting every day for ten hours, you won't be able to hold that up."

You sighed. "I know. But I'll figure something out."

Miyu ruffled your hair affectionately. "You always do. And if not, I'll always bring food to my favourite stray dog."

"I'm not going to live on the streets!" You guffawed.

Eyeing you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Rento sassily retorted, "You sure? Those eyebags tell me otherwise--"

"Stop with the eyebags!"

Having finally finished up, the three of you walked out of the building, the cool breeze hitting your faces.

It was already nigh 8 pm, so the sun had already set, replaced by the moon and the shimmering stars.

Back to the project, you had made progress with the funding for the match. Discussing ideas that ranged from crazy (holding a photoshoot with the star players of the match to lure in people) to even more crazy (go and start Blue Lock Project 2.0 and lure in money).

Though, it was still not in the clear how everything would be set into motion. And the match was due in two months.

Time was running out.

You fidgeted nervously with your necklace. If this funding would be executed well, then perhaps you'd get a raise or, even better, a promotion.

Maybe you'd even be put in charge of the national matches, which would mean you could travel abroad.

That had always been your dream, to see the world, and to come in contact with different cultures, going on outings with your friends from the team--

You fisted your necklace. No. Nope. Nuh uh. Don't think about the team, because then it would be inevitable to think about--

"Isagi?"

You abruptly stopped walking, thoughts screeching to a halt, as you noticed a figure standing in front of you.

The figure pushed himself from the car he'd been leaning against, the moonlight casting him in a soft sheen.

Your eyes locked.

You swallowed, the intensity of his eyes causing your throat to run dry.

He inclined his head in acknowledgement.

"Y/n."

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[eirianerisdar]

Hello! I don't usually read RPF but your Icarus is my perfect measure mix of Angst and Hurt/Comfort. Chapters 18-20 for Angst, and 32 and on for Hurt/comfort are staples for the genres for me.

I'm writing a Hunger Games Fic/story inspired by brocedes and their story, and I wanted to ask: Any tips when it comes to writing a dynamic like theirs? How do you make the Angst so good? The Hurt so hurting, so when the comfort comes in, it's the perfect balance?

Thank you! I kept a couple things in mind when I wrote brocedes in Icarus:

1. It’s mutual pining. Both Nico and Lewis actually do want to repair their friendship but don’t know how to navigate their complex history without getting hurt again. They’re afraid of vulnerability but they can’t fix their relationship without it.

2. They both tend to completely assume the worst in each other’s intentions and overthink every little interaction post silver war. They spent too long actively trying to sabotage and undermine the other and keep twisting what the other says to mean something negative, when both parties might actually be wanting to extend an olive branch. An example of this is in chapter 30, when Nico is genuinely trying to offer help to Lewis and Lewis keeps thinking Nico must have a secondary agenda.

3. They both try to express that they’ve gotten over the friendship breakup in different ways. Nico’s been to so much therapy he uses CBT phrases to refer to their old relationship; he keeps bringing up Lewis and cheering him on because this way he can prove he can talk about Lewis without it affecting him anymore. Lewis is the opposite; he avoids mentioning Nico at all cost because it’s easier to say Nico meant little to him and they were never really friends than to admit what he lost.

And lastly, healing isn’t linear. Most of my stories contain an angst/hurt/comfort storyline and to get to the catharsis, most characters have to reach a deeper low than they thought they previously did because being vulnerable exposes them to the chance of being hurt. It makes the healing so much sweeter.

Happy writing and feel free to send more asks if you have anything else you’d like to ask!

[teasnarker92]

To celebrate the 1-year anniversary of me writing fanfics again, I've started another new story!

Sugar, Spice and Monsters are Nice?

Monsters are on the Surface. You were amongst the first volunteers recruited by Frisk to reach out to extend that olive branch of friendship. You baked food and brought it up to the mountain.

Once monsters have settled on the Surface five years later, you find that your shop is being frequented by a rather flirty skeleton. The guy really makes you nervous! Can you work through some self-confidence issues to give love a chance?

It's a swapfell Papyrus X Reader! My first Pap centric story!

Sugar, Spice and Monsters are Nice? - TeaSnarker92 - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for only pretending to accept an apology?

There's years of context here, but I'll just say that it was a very complicated friendship, and towards the end it got very toxic. I started to try and drift away, and the other person responded to this by suddenly cutting me and all of our friend group off. I later found out that she'd been advised to make new friends if I wasn't talking to her as much, and this was how she executed that.

We go to a very small school where everyone knows each other, and she's been struggling to make new friends. Mainly because my friends and I are pissed off with her for how she behaved, and any friends we have outside the group are annoyed on our behalf, and this kind of spread. She has done some pretty fucked up and just really weird shit, but I get the vibe that most people just kinda hate her without any real personal reason- it's just like herd mentality.

After months of avoiding us, she did end up apologising to the others and asked to be friends again. They all said no, and she kind of stalked them? (long story).

Quite some time after the other apologies, she cornered me, explained herself and said she wanted to be friends again. I was afraid of causing a scene, and said 'ok', and made awkward conversation until I could get away.

Since then, we haven't spoken and I've not made any effort to repair the relationship. I didn't want to just repeat the loop of the toxic friendship, and also I didn't feel it was a genuine apology- more desperation because she has no friends. Though honestly the main reason is just this deep-seated resentment I have towards her.

Should I have just turned her down flat like the others did? I know I should really try and extend the olive branch, since she seems miserable, but there's over a decade's worth of bullshit between us and we haven't been on good terms for a year and a bit.

[livelaughghoul]

Lewis Hamilton and Nico Rosberg Relationship Tarot Reading

Disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes only, nothing observed or taken away from this should be considered fact. As a reminder, I know fuck all about Formula 1, I just like fast cars and have a dumb amount of knowledge of astrology and tarot. 

Hey besties. Thank you for being patient with me while dealing with my husband’s medical issues. To be completely upfront and honest, we don’t have any resolution, and there may continue to be some sporadic posting and breaks taken if he has another episode. I was hoping that only one of us in this marriage would have a chronic illness or long-term medical issues, but turns out, that both my husband and I are trying to outdo each other in terms of our medical complications (I’m still winning, because like my neurological issues absolutely body his blood clot, and yes, I am using humor to cope with the anxiety this caused). 

I’ve done some more research and explored the lore, but I am still nowhere near knowledgeable about any of these men. What I will say is that the older ones (Lewis, Jenson, Kimi, and Mark) are the ones that have me the most feral. I won’t lie, I watched like, one video on Lewis and Nico, and guys, I am so emotional over them. I think that there is a lot of history there, and I think that history can be really hard to move on from or heal from. I made wanted to see what the cards had to say about the current and future relationship, so here is the reading for Lewis and Nico! 

Current relationship - Six of Cups 

The Six of Cups is this nostalgic card, it’s remembering what was shared between friends. It’s one of those cards that is really difficult in terms of relationship readings, at least in my opinion. The way that I look at the Six of Cups when thinking about someone's current relationship, especially if that relationship is strained, tells me that someone is still holding onto the past in a way that prevents forward movement. I think that either Lewis or Nico is unable to move on from what happened between them, that pain and hurt run deeper than what is known. They may be able to act somewhat civil when near each other, but I don’t think that there is a way to get back to what the friendship was. 

Future relationship - Strength, reversed 

I think that any friendship between the two of them, beyond the sparse interactions now, is going to be plagued with a lot of negative emotions, insecurities, and general doubts. I imagine that no matter how much healing and work goes into it, there is always going to be that rawness that is there. When I see Strength in the reversal position it’s more internal than anything, so I think that in the future if they were to really rebuild a friendship, it would be plagued with a lot of internal doubts and insecutirties. I don’t see a way that the friendship ever returns to what it was, I think that there is just too much hurt there. It’s possible though that slowly over time an olive branch is extended, but I think that there is always going to be some distance to a degree. 

[whalesandclouds]

What does my heart want to shout out? | PAC reading

Hi! Finally back with another pick a card reading. As always please pick an image that calls out to you. If unsure, close your eyes and take a moment to breathe in and out, then try again. Don't worry if nothing stands out, this could just mean it is not meant for you. Only take what resonates. Any feedback is always appreciated!

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PILE 1

My Heart wants to shout out to take back my power and thrive. To release the resistance I hold about a subject, so my dreams and desires can be realised. To create from love instead of fear. I deserve to have what I want without compromising my truth. I cannot change what has happened, but I can change what I do from this moment on. I am loved. My Heart wants to shout out that I am ready for a new adventure. A new journey that not everyone may understand. But it is completely okay. I want to travel to a new place I have never been before. I want to try new practises to evolve spiritually.  My Heart wants to shout out to be proud of myself. I believe in myself. I don’t compare myself to others. I recognise and appreciate my own talents and assets. My Heart wants to shout out to embrace my inner warrior. I extend an olive branch before I defend my territories. I cleanse with ease lower energies and thought forms that have become a disruption to my every day routines.

Affirmation: I am a unique and beautiful soul, my light is radiant

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PILE 2

My Heart wants to shout out to find harmonic state of well-being. I acknowledge and address the need to free myself from external disturbance, toxic environments, excessive noise and emotional chaos. I can achieve a peaceful state of mind with meditation, balanced choices and pure silence. I burn any ill feeling with exercise, journalling or meditative practice. My Heart wants to shout out to keep following my dreams. I feel encouragement and support as I continue taking actual steps towards my goals. I am open to help and kindness from others. I am thankful. My Heart wants to shout out to be bold. To come into my power now as the time of action is now. I am powerful. I am determined. I take assertive stance as needed.

Affirmation: I am taking charge of my destiny!

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PILE 3

My Heart wants to shout out to let light in. It is time for me to step into my shining light. I release all that is stopping happiness from flowing into my world. I recognise that struggle is not required on my path. Today is the day I release any disturbances in my energy.  My Heart wants to shout out to fully step into the path of self-realisation. I am in a time of great personal change and growth. I work through feelings of sadness and melancholy with ease. I am not afraid to start over again or find new ways to support the life that I want. My Heart wants to shout out to show the world the real me. I will no longer hide or hold myself back from being myself. Even if change is frightening, I allow my life to unfold and progress by staying true to myself.

Affirmation: I hold the answers within me. My energy is limitless

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PILE 4

My Heart wants to shout out to tune in to my soul’s voice. As my mind and heart expand I find it easier to interpret my soul’s messages. Practise helps to listen to my intuition and tune into my psychic senses. I embrace and acknowledge that messages can also come through my dreams. My Heart wants to shout out to connect to my soul family. Spending time with my chosen family will bring wisdom and happiness in my life. Reconnections at this moment initiate new friendships and bring closure to memories of the past. My soul family empower me to be my best self. My Heart wants to shout out to trust the Universe. I release what I have been gripping onto with ease. I state my intention to the universe and then detach. I live and let live a little. My Heart wants to shout out to put my knowledge into practice. I follow my heart instead of my head. But I also recognise having more structure and routine in my life will help bring me success.

Affirmation: I trust my soul’s whispers. I trust my intuition and psychic senses

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[nobilisseoblige]

what to get him? it shouldn’t be so hard. not when he was the appreciative sort, and would find a way to like anything — if not the handiwork and craftsmanship of an item, then the thought behind it. he could, and would, appreciate a sentiment or intent behind a gift, or its use in practicality. ferdinand von aegir was not a man hard to please, and oddly enough, that made it more of a challenge than anything else.

so, what to get him? they had made their amends, hopped off the road paved with shards of glass and sharp pebbles, righted their course toward a smoother road of understanding and middle grounds.

he'd last gifted her a music box, then a daisy made out of paper. ferdinand was a man steeped in sentimentality, this much she’d discovered, and one who, despite having a surprisingly sound sense, was still underlined by a love for all things romantic and imaginative. beneath that haughty noble, there still dwelled a young boy—the same one who’d thought the street urchin a nymph that fateful day at the fountain.

would it not be fitting, then, to start from the very beginning? or at least, dorothea hoped.

“ferdie, do you have a minute?” she presents a particularly hefty-looking book, somewhat antiquated in appearance but beautiful nonetheless. the bound leather a muted color of mulled wine, offset by gold etchings of fair folk and horned beings on its cover, and framed by winding ivy. “it’s a busy day for you, i know, but i thought you might enjoy this in your spare time.”

“a book of fairytales not from fodlan. it comes highly recommended by a friend.”

who that is, she does not elaborate. nonetheless, she smiles. “anyway, happy birthday, ferdie. invite me to tea sometime and tell me about your favorite, yeah?”

{ Happy Birthday, Ferdinand Von Aegir 2025!

there was no performance in his demeanor, as he walked towards her, soft eyed and soft footed, to take the book into his hands and make it his own. what did he need of grandeur that was not already spelled across his face? he softened into it, enchanted by the embossed fae and imps dancing with pressed gold on their fluid figures. there were so many minutes to be had in a day—sparing time was like putting on new gloves. easy, right, and just snug around joints of his fingers.

“this is...” his fingers swept lightly over the gold detailing, tracing a vine to its curl, a horned silhouette to its crown. “exquisite.”

his gaze flicked back up to her, searching. it wasn’t just the thought that stunned him—it was her, and the way she had chosen it. the same Dorothea who had once walked past his attempts at friendship without so much a glance, who had drawn blood from her thorns. and now, here she was, handing him something from another world, some distant land where wonder still ruled and fair folk danced with stars in their eyes. she could have tapped his penchant for fairy tales under one of her nails, scrutinizing it, but instead, she endowed him with a book bathed in moonlight.

"you truly keep the things I say in mind, do you? I must say, your attentiveness is the kind of thing that makes the world kind." perhaps this, too, was a sign. that fantasy and daydream had a place in this world. where he once was a child, now he was this— nineteen. and happier for it.

there was a hope that in gifting this to him, she had found peace where a shard of grief had once pricked her fingers. because there was only one time he could recall ever recounting his love for the wonders of a life just out of reach. could she have looked back to then and found it in herself to look at fairy tales in a different light?

with the book pressed firmly to his chest, he gave pause. what was that? an invitation to tea, was it? extended from her? he had half the mind to ask her if she was serious. because there were countless times he had opened up the floor to her, offering her a chair across the round tea tables in the gardens. his invitation. always. that she had extended an olive branch this time made him feel a joy like sparklers, like seasalt and meteors. all the strange undoings that came with having an avenue opened to you. he checked himself. was he gaping? did he look like a fool? his eyes, at the very least, blinked in awe.

"I shall!" he said all too brightly, the envy of all things green. "and you should know, I will read it from cover to cover. I keep my gifts well-loved, long after their days in the sun." after all, the boots she gave him during Yuletide were worn and polished thrice over, even today.

he bowed slightly, the side of his palm pressing deeply into his chest. “thank you. truly. you’ve given me more than a gift. you’ve given me… a return to something I will have no fear of outgrowing.”

[infinitelure]

A friends wedding

A few years had passed since we had last seen each other. We were in the same friend group in college but tended to butt heads with our know it all personalities so the friendship between us had mostly been limited to friendly bickering and debating. Once even being told we bickered like a married couple which shut us both up real quick as the discomfort set in.

Here we were years later, both doing well independently in our careers and while we had kept in touch with the friend group (the very reason we were both invited to this wedding for two members of it), we hadn’t kept in touch with each other.

Now we found ourselves face to face in the hotel lobby checking in for the wedding weekend for our old college friends. Both of us catching the other off guard like we hadn’t processed the other would be here. And why would we have thought about it, did it really matter if the other was here? We made small talk in the lobby and got on the elevator to go up to our rooms. Both on the fifth floor, my room 516 and yours…517 right across from me.

You let out a sigh and a “oh great looks like we will be seeing a lot of each other this weekend” to which I could sense the sarcasm. I smiled and returned a “try not to get too excited” just to annoy you like old times. As we parted ways into our separate rooms I quickly mentioned that our friend Adam was also staying in my room and that you may actually be more happy to catch up with him. I opened my room and entered closing the door behind me and started smiling to myself thinking some things never change.

It was only Thursday night and the multi day wedding would take up the entire weekend. We had all travelled down to Florida for the wedding which would be at the hotel and the beach the hotel backed up to. Friday rolled around and the days activities weren’t set to begin until late in the afternoon. I decided to go for a jog on the beach to start my day.

As turned the corner off the boardwalk onto the sand I was surprised to see you already out in a lounge chair reading a book. What surprised me even more was the figure of your body lying out in the sun. The oceans salty air and sand kissing your soft skin. Your legs…oh god your legs stretched out looking unbelievable. My spatial awareness at this point had completely gone, my jaw likely left some yards behind me in the sand, and you had become fully aware of my lurking.

“Can I help you??” I snapped out of it as your words penetrated my brain. “Uh no, sorry just expected the beach to be empty and was surprised to see you.” Whether you bought that bs excuse or chose to dismiss the staring I had been doing I didn’t know. But you decided to extend an olive branch and asked if we could go for a walk together because you didn’t like to walk alone. I thought about it for half a second realizing I really liked the idea of that and said of course, and that it would be great to actually catch up, and to my surprise I meant it.

We spent what felt like the entire morning walking the beach, looking at the dunes and tidal wetlands, and filling each other in on all the happenings in our personal and professional lives since we had left college. Several occasions on the walk you may of may not of caught me doing my best to check you out through side glances. I felt sneaky enough that I figured I was getting away with it by my lack of awareness that morning had already blown my cover once. I just couldn’t over your body…you had always been cute to me in a nerdy way but god damn. My mind busy going through old college memories trying to remember if I had ever seen you in a revealing dress at a party or in a bathing suit like you were in this morning. Had you always been this…well hot? As our conversations continued I let out a question I had been wondering “so are you seeing anyone?” To which you replied “nope, haven’t found anyone fun enough to challenge me yet.” I laughed and replied “I bet haha, I used to have a lot of fun doing my best to challenge you back in college.” We both blushed a little. You then asked “are you? Are you seeing anyone?” “No, no one at the moment. I haven’t found someone to distract me from work just yet, but I’m looking.”

We made our way back to the hotel and ran into our old friend Adam who had just arrived in the lobby. Hugs were exchanged and we went back up stairs to get ready for the opening party. In the room Adam I chatted while we changed into dress shirts and slacks for the party. “Hey, did Cassie always…”, “have a banging body?” Adam cut me off knowing exactly where my brain was at. I laughed “yeah, exactly like why don’t I remember this?” Adam laughed too and said “yeah man she’s always been a 10, you were just too stupid trying to win your arguments to noice.” “Well damn haha” I responded, “I guess it doesn’t matter cuz she probably found me so annoying I would have never had a shot”.

Once ready we made our way to the bar for the welcome party. Again you were already there. Standing next to the bar sipping a gin and tonic in a tight black cocktail dress. Adam punching my shoulder and telling me quit my drooling and pull myself together. As I walked up to the bar to get a drink our eyes met and you gave me a smile. A smile that I really thought I’d like to see more of.

The bridge and groom entered to applause and appetizers and drinks were flowing. Adam who was the best man gave a brief toast and all the typical wedding weekend formalities and rituals went on without any notable mishaps. A couple drinks in and enjoying catching up with old friends I found my attention wavering. As I looked across the room I again met your eyes, but this time you were already looking at me? It was likely the drinks but it almost felt like you were doing the same thing as me.

You began walking towards me and I looked around before looking back at you and pointing at myself humorously. You let out a laugh as you got to the high top as I was standing at and said “yes you silly.” For a moment I was surprised, I really thought my immaturity and arguments would have closed and locked any possible door when it came to you..but my mind started wondering just maybe there is still some small opening.

We chatted some more, really enjoying each others company and catching looks from our old friend group either in disbelief of what they were seeing or joking to one another placing bets on when we’d start arguing. But we didn’t start arguing, instead the two of us red in our faces from the cocktails took to the dance floor. “Where did you learn how to dance?” you let out in a shocked voice. I chuckled “my parents made me take lessons when I was younger, I still have no clue why" I laughed. “well maybe they were just for this, I’m very impressed” you said. I gave you a little spin and pulled you in close as you giggled. You looked up at me smiling and I couldn’t hold back smiling back at you. “This is kinda crazy for us right?” I said, “oh absolutely you laughed” we made eye contact again before holding it just a little too long and feeling the embarrassed discomfort grow. You broke eye contact and put your head on my chest as I lead you through the rest of the dance. My heart beating and fluttering in your ear.

The next morning much of the group from the night before was downstairs in the hotel having breakfast and nursing some hangovers from the night before. I walked in and sat down at a table with Adam and began sipping my coffee as he began the debrief “dude, what was that about with Cassie?? I could have sworn you guys hated each other in college haha.” I shrugged and before I could respond I watched you walk into the room. I got up and met you by the juice bar. “Hey, uh I just wanted to apologize if I got weird last night I had a few drinks and I didn’t mean to get carried away or anything” you laughed at my awkward start to the conversation. “you were fine, I had a lot of fun Liam . You aren’t like I remember from college” I smiled and replied “I’ve been thinking the same thing about you haha”. You let out a cute little snort “that’s probably for the best.”

Another day of activities passed, many to my surprise we did together. The night came and the first of two ceremonies/receptions as it was a multicultural wedding. Again I found myself holding my jaw up as you walked out in this evenings dress. By now you were fully aware and enjoying the attention. You teased me “pull yourself together dude there are people around” I laughed and jokingly looked around dusting off my shoulders like I was pulling myself out of the mental haze you had me in. But I knew there was no getting out.

We were sat at separate tables but I had a view of you out of the corner of my eye. Occasionally catching each other’s glances and making faces like we were kids. At some point I remembered and I was in a room with over a hundred other people and became embarrassed thinking to myself oh god I hope no one is seeing this stuff lol.

More drinks, and more dancing we found ourselves gravitating towards each other like there was a magnet between us. Tonight our touches and movements feeling more intentional like we were studying each others reactions. As the night went on and we grew tired you were resting in my arms. Without thinking I kissed you on your forehead. Your eyes opened and looked up at me “well ok then” embarrassed “oh god I’m sorry it was like instinct or something haha” you laughed “it’s ok I liked it” before putting your head back down on my chest. I scanned the room to see Adam giving me a thumbs up and I shook my head laughing to myself.

Another day passed and we made it to the final reception. I stood in the corner sipping a drink more excited to see what you were wearing tonight than I was to see the bride and groom. And you did not disappoint. You entered the room in a blue velvet dress. A slit in the side high enough to show off your beautiful skin and perfect legs. My eyes scanning you as they worked up your soft leg to your upper thigh where the dress began to cover again. You smiled watching me take it all in, knowing I was eating it all up. You hadn’t realized how much you’d enjoy this attention but now as you felt my gaze you wanted more of it.

We danced through the night as we had the last two nights. This time my brain fighting the urge to let me hand caress your soft thigh. A move I knew would spell game over for me and any ability to control the tension that had been building up in my cock. Our breaths and eye contact communicating the tension that had formed between us. Both of us afraid to act on it.

The reception came to an end and people were going up to their rooms to slip into more casual clothes for the after party at the bar. We rode up the elevator together and walked to our rooms. I went to enter my room to find the security latch engaged and Adam's voice shouting from around the corner in the room “uhhh busy!”. Adam, to no one’s surprise, had hit it off with one of the bridesmaids and was now indeed very busy with her in our shared hotel room. I turned to you and we both started laughing. “Well I’m not going to just make you wait out here, you can come in my room while I get ready.”

I entered the room looking around as if I was entering your home “nice digs you’ve got here, I really like what you’ve done with the place” you laughed and called me a dork. I conceded that felt justified for the dad level humor. I walked past the bed to a seat in the corner. As I moved through the room, wafts of your perfume entered my nose and my craving for you grew. No no, you’re going to be a respectful gentleman I thought to myself while fighting back the thoughts of throwing you the bed. You walked out of the bathroom and over to me, “hey could you held with my dress?” You turned around pointing to the clasp at the top and the zipper. I obliged and stood up to undo it for you and then sat back down.

To my surprise you let the dress drop slowly down your body before me. Revealing your soft back before the most amazing ass and those legs that had me in a trance all weekend. I let out an audible “god damn Cassie” you laughed as you stepped out of the dress now just in a thing and turned to me showing me your perky beautiful boobs. “What? You’ve never seen a naked woman before?” You quipped being a smart ass as you teased me. “I’ve never seen a woman like you before Cassie…” our eyes locking before mine continued to study every curve of your body. You standing there knowing exactly what you were doing to me.

“Omg Liam, do you have a boner? Are you really hard for your old college nemesis Cassie?” You teased me. Blushing I responded “well you aren’t exactly playing fair, we never set any ground rules on this debate haha.” You smiled and laughed, before dropping down to your knees in front of me and running your hands up my dress pants to the large bulge that had formed.

My mind raced, my cock throbbing in my pants. I couldn’t believe this was happening but I wanted every bit of it. I wanted all of you, the thought of fucking your brains out began to feel so validating in my mind for all the teasing and arguing between the two of us. You undid my belt and pants and slid your hand in to grab my cock. You squeezed it and stopped surprised for a moment looking up at me. “What? Is everything ok?” I asked knowing you were busy being surprised that the guy you had spent so many hours arguing with whose immaturity and at times admittedly small dick energy, did, in fact, not have a small dick. Needing to see it you pulled my pants and boxers off of me revealing my cock rock hard and throbbing for you. Your smile as you admired it giving me all the satisfaction I would have ever wanted.

I ran my hands through your hair holding it back as you began to take my cock in your mouth. One hand cupping my aching balls while the other stroking the base of my shaft. Your tongue and lips working on the rest. I let out a moan in satisfaction and disbelief at just how good you were. I’d never received head half as good before. You began taking me deeper into your throat and move your hand from my balls to my hip. You looked up at me with my cock deep in your throat and your eyes begged for more.

I stood up from the chair you had been sucking my cock in. Still holding your hair and head, I began thrust lighting fucking your throat. Feeling how the back of your throat rubbed the sensitive head of my cock. Your saliva overflowing and dripping down my cock and your chin and you took me. I continued fuck your mouth and throat, your eyes watering and occasional gags as you worked to handle my cock. As I looked down enjoying your pretty face I notice I could visibly see how wet you’d become between your legs. I pulled my cock out of your mouth letting your spit drip off of it onto your chest and thighs as you caught your breath.

The power had shifted and I knew you were mine. Looking down at you with my cock still throbbing in your face I asked you “do you think you’ve been a good girl Cassie?” To which you replied a shaking “yes Liam, I’m your good girl”. My cock pulsed to the sound of the words leaving your lips. I picked you up and threw you on the bed as you felt my hands slide up your thighs and rip your panties off of you.

Your wet pussy exposed to me throbbing for me as you laid there waiting to be used. My fingers sliding up your legs till I got to your pussy and began teasing your clit with one finger as the slide the other in. Your head rolling back in satisfaction. I stood off the side of the bed working you with my hand as you watched my other hand stroking my cock still soaking wet in with your spit.

“Fuck me Liam” “what was that Cassie?” “I said fuck me, I need that cock inside me”. I smiled stroking my cock ever harder in front of you. I then turned you over and climbed onto the bed straddling you from behind. My wet cock meeting your clit as I stroked you with it. Pushing just the head inside you and the back out. Making you beg and wiggle that amazing ass if yours.

I kneeled there behind you teasing you with my cock. The control over your body making me so incredibly hard as my hand caressed your back and I left you begging as your frustration grew wanting to feel me in my entirety and be fucked by my cock.

When I decided you had had enough teasing and your begging was to my satisfaction I pressed my cock into your tight throbbing pussy. You gasp as it worked its way deeper and deeper filling you up was music to my ears. I bent over you, my cock now fully inside you as you struggling to take it. Whispering in your ear I asked “are you mine?” You responded “yes Liam I'm all yours, fuck me please”

My hips began thrust and my pace picked up as your ass clapped against me. Your soft skin against mine and my cock vanishing inside you was the most mind numbingly beautiful sight. I pushed your ass down with my hips and I thrusted fucking you into the bed and your moans intensified. My cock stretching every inch of your pussy and I used it to stroke me closer and closer to cumming.

My hand found your neck as I fucked you as deeply as I could. Your right leg raised out slight to the side giving me full and deep access to your pussy. Your ass recoiling from the force of my thrusts as your feet flailed trying to find traction on the sheets with your toes. You gripped the sheets in your hands as you felt me begin to cum inside you.

One pulse after another filling you up exactly as you wanted your pussy throbbing around my cock as you began to orgasm by the feeling of the flood of my cum inside you. Your body and shaking underneath me as I continued sliding my cock in you fucking you through the very end of your orgasm. I pulled out revealing your beautiful pussy now gapping and dripping with my cum.

I had never fucked someone has hard as I had just fucked you and the release was incredible. The sheer massive volume of my load still working its way out of you. You laid there smiling loving the use feeling and see my cock next to you. I brought my cock up to your face and made you lick it off like a good girl.

The two of us staring at each other in disbelief of what we had just done. But so so satisfied. We decided to skip the after party and instead spent the remainder of the night in your room, naked, fucking, exploring each other.

[madhatterbri]

Lost And Found | N.J.

Summary: Y/N always had a crush on Nick. One fight costs them their friendship. A wedding makes them both realize what they lost.

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Taglist: @plentyoffandoms

Pure fiction

Growing up with the Jacksons wasn't for the weak. Especially when they were in their pro wrestling phase, which happened to be all the time. Y/N would need other people's fingers and toes to count all the times they used a wrestling move on her. It would be fine, they insisted, they saw it on TV. No one was hurt when they saw it on TV.

She would allow them simply because she trusted them. They would never intentionally hurt her. There was a bigger reason that she allowed them to practice wrestling moves on her. Y/N had a major crush on Nick. More than anything, she wanted him to succeed and achieve his dreams.

After being friendzoned by Nick once again, she started to date one of their friends. It wasn't the same, but at least she could still be close to Nick. Whenever she and Matt got into an argument, Nick was there for her.

Things went south the moment Y/N found out his friend cheated on her. She ran to Nick for comfort. Expecting to just cry on his shoulder, he admitted he knew about it all along. The younger Jackson brother never said anything because he didn't want there to be any awkwardness.

Devastated at her friend's betrayal, she vowed never to trust either Jackson again.

They tried to get in contact with her. After blocking their numbers, she felt worse but knew it was for the better. Y/N ended up finding a new guy. He hated wrestling, much to her relief. It was like her past life was finally behind her.

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One of Y/N's old friends invited her to be in her wedding party out in California. Forgetting about the Jacksons, she accepted the invitation happily. Even her boyfriend wanted to attend. After landing in California, they drove to a restaurant to meet the wedding party.

It wasn't until she saw them at the restaurant that Y/N realized she made a mistake. They brothers looked so shocked to see her. Y/N's boyfriend wrapped his arm around her waist. She smiled at him, and they walked to their seats.

All was going well until the bride called her over. Nick was with her looking tense. The bride told Y/N that she would be walking with Nick down the aisle as they were both in the wedding party. Not wanting to start drama, she begrudgingly agreed.

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That night, the wedding party lounged at the beach behind their resort. The group of friends sat around the bonfire to combat the cool ocean breeze. Y/N stood in the water. A part of her missed Cali so much.

"Hey," Nick said and stood next to her. He shuffled his feet nervously.

"If it isn't about the wedding. Save it, Nicholas. I don't wanna hear it," she warned. He rubbed his hands together and looked at her.

"I don't know what's colder you or this breeze," he tried to joke. Y/N turned to look at him. She was sure everyone would be upset if she drowned him in the water.

"Don't you have another friend you can lie to? Preferably not anyone here? Are you still friends with the cowboy?" She asked.

"I was going to apologize and extend an olive branch to you, but forget it. We can both be awkward and miserable about all this,"

"There is no reason to be awkward or miserable about this. In a few days, I go back home, and we never see each other again," she snapped. "Now, please leave me alone. I'm not going to ruin their wedding,"

"I'm not trying to ruin their wedding," he said in frustration. "I get it. You are hurt, so you are lashing out like when we were kids, and I deserve it. I'm sorry for what happened,"

"Sorry won't make any of this go away," Y/N muttered and walked back to the party.

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The wedding rehearsal was tense. Neither of them was speaking to each other. Last night, she cried over her dead friendship with Nicholas for the first time in months. She missed her old life with them but couldn't bring herself to just allow them back in.

Things went bad to worse when the bride suddenly had an idea for the wedding party to do a dance.

"We don't want you guys to kill us. But we wanted to do a dance with the two wedding parties. Nothing crazy and I promise you'll get back to your dates," the bride assured the members of the parties. All the other participants were excited about trying something new except for Nick and Y/N.

Her disgust at the idea melted when he wrapped his arm around her waist. She hated the way her body longed for his touch. This wasn't going to happen. Nicholas burned that bridge long ago. Y/N only had one more day to deal with him.

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During the wedding, she couldn't help but stare at him. All the times she made him pretend they were marrying each other as children. It was part of their agreement for her being their practice dummy. Y/N kept a notebook with all the details. Pages were scribbled with Mrs. Y/N Jackson.

He seemed to stare at her. Maybe he was thinking about the past as well.

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"The decorations at this party suck," Nick whispered to her during the dance. His arm around her waist. His lips were dangerously close to hers. "And you made us wear toilet paper for our weddings,"

"Shut up, Nick," she giggled. She couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Back to Nick now? I'm honored," He asked with a small smile. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't get cute with me. We have this dance, and then I never have to see you or Matt again," she reminded.

"This the guy?" He asked and motioned towards her boyfriend. "Seems like a dick,"

"Doesn't cheat on me, lie to me, or like wrestling. He's perfect," she defended. Nick rolled his eyes.

"You changing your likes for him? Match made in heaven. I can't wait to get my invite," he told her sarcastically.

"Unfortunately, your invite will get lost in the mail along with Matt's. Besides, he doesn't want to get married," she pointed out.

"Then why are you with him? He is your polar opposite," Nick questioned.

"What do you want from this conversation, Nick?" She asked in frustration. The man was getting on her very last nerve.

"I want my friend back," he answered truthfully.

"She isn't coming back, Nick. You hurt me. I dated your friend because you didn't want me. Then I got cheated on, and you lied to me. I'm no longer part of team Jackson. To join that team again would be heartache,"

"I never said I didn't want you," he defended.

The song ended. She left his arms and rushed back to her boyfriend. "Everything okay?"

Y/N blinked back a couple of tears. "Yeah, just looking forward to going home,"

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The next morning, Y/N and her boyfriend made it to the airport. She felt sad about leaving California. The trip was so quick. Another month was needed to go down memory lane. Her boyfriend was more than happy to leave. He was a small town guy. Never liked the hustle and bustle of a big city.

Before passing through security, her boyfriend needed to use the restroom. She leaned against the wall and waited for him. Mindlessly scrolling through all the pictures on social media. There was one that caught her attention. Nick and her when they were younger. He had his big, goofy grin. The next picture showed them smiling as they danced.

"Y/N, I made it in time," he said out of breath.

"Nick? What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I.... last night, you implied that I friendzoned you. I wanted to clear it up, but you avoided me all night, and you have me blocked on everything,"

"The past is the past,"

"While we were at the wedding, I thought about us. You in the Belle princess dress and me in a suit like we always talked about. I know I fucked up. You should have never dated my friend. It should have been me," he told her. "I thought that if he would push you more towards me, but it cost me you,"

Her mouth dropped open in shock. "Nick,"

"Don't board that plane, Y/N. Stay with me. We will make it work. Fix everything. I don't wanna lose you again. I can't lose you again,"

Tears silently fell down her cheeks. Her boyfriend walked out of the bathroom. She quickly wiped them away.

"Oh, hey man, you flying out for work?" He boyfriend asked. Before Nick could answer, he turned to you. "Come on, honey. We start boarding soon,"

She looked between her boyfriend and Nick. Her eyes rest on Nick. "I'm so sorry,"

She turned to your boyfriend. "But I'm staying here in California,"

[crooked-jes]

wip wednesday :)

thanks for tagging me, @urmomsonfire!!!! <3<3<3

here's a little snippet from my fake relationship fic. it's long as hell (sorry) but it's my beloved excerpt and i'm sticking a big "made with love" sign onto it. enjoy!

Bradley takes the initiative of cleaning after breakfast while Hangman is scrolling through his phone, still at the dining table. He washes all the dishes and wipes the counter clean, and then the still unpacked tote bag catches his attention, so he steals a quick glance inside. There are some basic ingredients in the bag and Bradley can’t help his curiosity, so he asks,  “What are you gonna cook?” “Pasta,” Hangman answers, and when Bradley turns around, he’s still looking at his phone. “There’s no pasta in the bag, though. Aaand,” he prolongs the vowel and hesitates for a second, “I might’ve forgotten to restock,” Bradley finishes, a little embarrassed, and scratches the back of his head. Hangman’s eyes shoot up in his direction. “I’m not serving my Italian family store-bought pasta.” Bradley blinks.  “So what, you’re gonna make it from scratch?” “Yes?” Hangman says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. They both stare at each other like the other one has lost his mind before Bradley finally raises a brow and cracks a smile. “Nat is never gonna believe it,” he says before grabbing his phone from where it's lying next to the coffee machine and opening the message box. That seems to spur Hangman into action because he suddenly stands up, the chair legs scratching on the wooden floor, and he’s at Bradley’s side in the blink of an eye. “You’re not texting Phoenix about this, you dick,” he grumbles and tries to take the phone out of Bradley’s hands, but Bradley puts it out of Hangman’s reach. “Oh, I’m totally texting Phoenix about it,” Bradley says and extends his arms even farther, trying to type while also holding his phone up. He’s halfway through the message when he feels a punch right to his gut, fairly light but strong enough to make him wince and bend in half, and soon the phone is out of his hands and Bradley pouts, though he’s not really upset about the loss. “You’re a buzzkill, Hangman.” “Jake.” “What?” Bradley furrows his brows, confused. “Jake. You weren’t gonna call me by my callsign in front of my mother, were you, Bradley?” He quirks a brow. There's a ghost of an amused smile on his lips, and Bradley blinks. “No? Of course I wasn’t.” He tries to sound convincing, but Hangman—Jake doesn’t seem to buy it, his eyes all-knowing. It’s not like Bradley has never thought of Jake as Jake. There was a time in the past when he’d let himself do that, back when Jake wasn’t Hangman yet and Bradley wasn’t Rooster, back when their egos hadn’t yet led them to rivalry so big that any kind of truce or friendship was out of the question. It all changed after the mission, but… it was just easier this way—calling him Hangman. It put some distance between them, allowed Bradley to breathe. Helped him not to feel like he was so close to the flame that he could get burnt at any second if he let his focus slip. So “Hangman” it was. Until now, apparently. Jake clears his throat. His voice is confident and steady when he speaks, but his gaze is fixed on the counter before him, not meeting Bradley’s. Instead, they are trained on the bag handles he's fiddling with. “Want me to teach you?” It’s an olive branch, one of the many they have offered each other in recent months. Bradley takes it without hesitation. “Sure.”

i'm tagging @whistler-king, @acetonitril, @cottagecori, @jaggedstartalk, @karlmschwartz, @hangmanbradshaw, @indybob, @icezansky and everyone who wants to join <3 go wild with it

[ddreamteamies]

I just feel so stupid right now. I thought Tommy was trying to extend the olive branch and was trying to reconcile his friendship with Dream.

But now I see. Tommy never cared for Dream’s friendship and kindness. He was only talking positive about him bc of the reaction ppl were giving him. It makes me realize how fake these creator friend ships are. It’s all about clout and views.

Tommy doesn’t care who he hurts and humiliates so long as he’s getting his views. When Dream made the Truth video he was under extreme mental and emotional distress. And to have someone that he once mentored and called a friend laugh at what he went through and start the waves of harassment again. It just makes me so angry, hurt, and disgusted with Tommy

anon you aren’t stupid for wanting him to be a good person. it is all fake and clearly for the content he’ll get out of it but it’s a good thing that we’ve learnt who dream’s real friends are

[shit-talk-turner]

this just makes me curious how matt felt about being alex’s “idol” growing up. then suddenly alex is “the face” of the band and a bunch of men want to be like him, rather matt. wonder if he cares. 🤷‍♀️

// Totally agree with mods here. Alex and Matt were likely friends because they were neighbours and did the same activities growing up. When you're a kid that's how you make all your friends so it doesn't really matter, but when they got older Matt was likely more confident and popular, or at least cocky, compared to Alex. Think of his comment in an early fan mag about a pick up line he would use, and he said something like "here's 20p to call your mum and tell her you're not coming home tonight" compared to Alex not getting hired at a clothes store because he couldn't talk to people.

I think Alex absolutely relied on Matt's friendship and louder personality to be able to socialize. If Matt had dropped Alex after they moved past the riding bikes together kind of kid friendship who knows what Alex's life might have been like? Of course he had Jamie and Nick but they went to other schools and I don't think Andy arrived until he was like 12.

I think Matt does feel some amount of resentment toward Alex for getting all the attention for his wunderkind "natural talent" when Matt had to put in a lot of work to learn drums and become as good as he is. I feel that lately he doesn't have much patience for Alex, like his comment about there only being four seasons or just the way he didn't even put down his drink and hug the other guys in the last shows when they were taking photos.

If he can sit down and work out awesome drum parts at the drop of a hat why can't Alex get over himself and write more hits? And now Alex plays drums on the albums, and they're slower less flashy parts and Matt has to talk about how they're actually much more difficult to play and that he enjoys them all equally. Bullshit, that's the only thing he does, but wait, now Alex is doing that too! Matt definitely has an ego, he walks around with his own name on his back and reposts Amanda's complaining about not being recognized by Rolling Stone or the Grammys.

I just wonder if him taking over interviews at the end was because Alex refused to do it or Matt wanted to or Alex was trying to extend an olive branch and give him some attention, like with the album cover. I don't think this is some conspiracy or anything, but Matt's photography is very bland. But maybe Alex was subconsciously thinking putting his work on the cover would give him something to talk about since he can't talk about the music anymore.

Thank you for this thoughtful submission!