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[chronicowboy]

nothing can teach you the perils of gambling quite like spotify's six free skips...

[midnightdevotion]

Hang in There

Request: Hi I saw you opened and requests and I can’t stop thinking about Rooster finding fem reader passed out somewhere after training because she’s pregnant with Hangman’s baby 👀 Maybe she’s been off a while and hangman is still ✈️

a/n: hi guys! it's been forever since i posted something- i will update all my fics soon just needed some inspo from requests to get my mojo back. Thanks for understanding loves.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x female reader(Callsign Daisy)

Life has a way of kicking your ass in unexpected ways. After waking up sick for two weeks in a row you went to the doctors, only to find out you were pregnant. 8 weeks pregnant no less.

Now your approaching 10 weeks and you still don't know how to process that your pregnant, let alone tell your boyfriend. You know you want kids, but this is definitely not how you envisioned it happening.

The fear of telling Jake and losing him for this is something that has you up all night, every night. You can't help but thank you're lucky stars he's been on a mission for the last month because after waking up sick every day and hardly sleeping from the stress of it all, he would've figured you out. He should be getting home later today and you don't know what to do.

Logically, you know that while he plays the part of jackass cocky pilot, he worships you, and he would never be so low to leave you and your baby. His Texas roots would never let him. However, you're pregnant so your hormones don't let you settle the anxiety with logic.

Flinching as a door slams it knocks you out of the anxious spiral that has been your mind for the last few weeks.

"hey daisy you ready to kick some ass today?"

"when am I not" you send what you hope is a convincing smile towards rooster. You move around him grimacing as you walk into the sweltering southern California heat.

___

If there's one thing you can count on, flying is the one thing that gets you out of your head. It takes away all your fear and keeps you exactly in this moment. Nothing outside of being in the pilot seat matters. Not being pregnant, not every stress that comes with it being unplanned, and certainly no anxieties about what comes next.

There's no space for any of that. The second you climb that ladder, your life and everything about it falls away.

Today you are just running team trainings, and they are always your favorite. You have no upcoming mission scheduled so it's just to keep your skills refined and ready for when there is a mission.

"hey daisy, you know it's not fair when they team you up with Rooster, you should just let us win" coyote's voice crackles over the comms.

"Coyote how will you ever get better if I don't humble your ass every time i can?" your sarcastic reply echos back.

"C'mon just once! I've got a date tonight and I want to brag about being the winner"

"Tsk tsk you should know women don't want to hear you brag on the first date coyote. Maybe this is why you never get a second date."

"You can't seriously tell me the girl dating hangman told me not to brag right now."

Laughter crackles through from everyone, and you shake your head. Rooster gives you a signal and you move to his left ready to attack.

If there's one thing the dagger squad knows it's that when you and rooster fly together there is ultimately little to no chance for survival. Nobody expected the duo with callsigns rooster, and daisy to be such a lethal pair but you guys can read each others minds.

This is true on the ground too, which is why you've been avoiding rooster for two weeks. You know he can tell something is up, but if you avoid him, he can't figure out what.

"how quick do you think we can get them out today?" Roosters voice rasps.

"I reckon we will have them grounded in t-5 minutes"

"god not you too with the Texas talk" he groans.

"What you don't think it's charming?" he flips you off and you laugh.

Before you can respond you see coyote and payback flying. Dropping back to cover rooster you grin under the face mask. This is your favorite part of everyday.

Being up in the air with your best friends you feel invincible. Which is ironic considering this is actually a dangerous job.

"rooster, plan c"

"roger that" He goes shooting forward and you fall back. You laugh as you watch them chase rooster, it's symbolic in a way kids chase chickens and then get pecked.

You stay behind them until you move to get a shot. The sweet sound of missile lock rings out and payback drops off. Now that Coyote is onto you, the plan changes, and you become the bait.

You and Rooster know that he wants to air 'kill' you the most, which is why this plan will work. The temptation of you being right there will be too much for him to think about where rooster disappeared too.

So when rooster swoops in and gets the missile lock on coyote, you can't help but laugh. You and rooster devised this plan specifically for Coyote because he always complains when you two are teamed up together. So seeing it come to fruition and even better hearing Coyotes swearing, is the highlight of your day.

Grinning as you climb down from your jet, you search out rooster. You see him hopping onto the tarmac and walking over your way.

"roos we killed that!" you shout out at him. When you feet hit the tarmac, a rush swoops over you. Shaking it off you go to take a step and suddenly the world spins incredibly fast. Yet it feels like everything is going in slow motion, your vision goes spotty and you hear Rooster shout after you. The last thing you register before the world goes black is the sound of boots hitting the ground.

--

Rooster has never felt more scared to make a phone call in his life. How does he call Hangman and tell him that his girlfriend passed out, and is in the hospital bay when he has no idea why.

It's been four hours already, you haven't woken up and they won't give him any answers. His hair is a mess from stressing about his best friend not being okay while simultaneously worrying about how to tell the guy he knows would move heaven and earth for you.

His leg is bouncing up and down as he stares at the number dialed on his phone screen.

The fact of the matter is Hangman is probably still flying and won't be able to be contacted for a few more hours. The mission was a success, and then it was extended to have them run drills while at sea.

Bradley knows he has to make the call, but he's terrified that once he does it all feels more real. He's terrified to lose his best friend, He's lost enough already.

Sighing he rubs his hands down his face, picks back up his phone and hits the green call button. The ringing feels like the worst anticipation of his life. When it goes to voicemail his hands are shaking, and he doesn't know what to say so he just hangs up.

Next resort is to call the ship. A commander on board will contact hangman and deliver the bad news, and oh how he wanted to avoid it coming from anyone but him.

He feels a hand land on his shoulder, looking up and glancing at Mav he sighs.

"It's going to be okay Bradley"

"How could you possibly know that" Maverick sighs, and sits next to him.

"let me make the call." maverick opens his hand for him to hand him the phone.

"no- no I need to be the one.. just what do I say mav"

"you tell him the truth, you don't know yet what happened, she's stable but the doctors are finding out what happened and he needs to get back as soon as he can"

He swallows and it feels like steal is coating his throat. Nodding as he stands up he paces in front of mav.

"she's gonna be okay, she has to be okay. We take risks every day all day up in those jets, this can't be how she goes mav. She has to be okay."

"and she will be, but take a deep breathe and find yourself because when you get ahold of Seresin he needs you to be his rock, he doesn't need to hear you panic" Rooster sighs because Maverick is right. He grabs his phone and dials the ships emergency contact number.

It takes a few minutes, jumping through hoops, getting in contact with one person to be transferred to another. Rooster curses Jake for being so hard to get ahold of.

"This is warlock"

"Admiral, sir, this is Lieutenant Bradshaw. There's been an accident with Lieutenant y/l/n today and we need to get contact with Lieutenant Seresin."

"Jesus- is everything okay?"

"We're not really sure yet sir but Jake- he needs to know."

"He's in the air at the moment let me see if i can get him back on ship."

"thank you sir"

The minutes feel like hours as rooster is waiting. He hears chatter from his phone and he knows they are trying to get hangman back on the ship and available for the phone call but roosters not sure if he isn't ready to deliver the news or ready to get it over with.

What feels like an eternity later but is actually only twenty minutes he finally hears hangman in the background. He swallows hard.

"Rooster whats going on?" if there's one thing pilots know, they are never called down unless something bad happened.

"Jake. Something happened with daisy... she... she just passed out.."

"in the Air?!! Rooster tell me shes okay!"

"No no! not in the air.. we had just landed and i was walking over to her and she passed out. She's in the med bay now but we haven't heard anything about her condition yet."

"Fuck!..... Fuck!" in the background he hears jake asking how far from land they are. Ultimately needed to be there for you, needing to see you for himself. Bradley hears jake curse when the answer is still 3 hours out.

He hears a slam and then yelling before the line clicks dead. Rooster looks at maverick worried.

"what do you think he's gonna do"

"one way or another? getting a jet and flying here faster." is mavericks reply. Rooster can't help but agree, if he was 150 miles away from land on a boat that moves about 50 mph holding jets that move at 1,000 mph then he knows what option he would choose too.

----

It takes about 30 minutes for hangman to come rushing into the hospital bay.

"How is she, have we heard anything, what happened" He rapid fires off questions.

"the doctor came out and told us she passed out because she's sleep deprived and is showing signs of dehydration and that she hasn't eaten anything today."

"why- why hasn't, she knows she needs to eat- she's so good with drinking water... I don't understand." confusion crosses his fingers because none of that sounds like his girlfriend.

"when can i see her?"

"the doctor is going to come out soon and let us know what room she is in, they had to finish the tests to see if everything is okay."

Hangman nods and paces the floor where rooster paced about calling him. It only takes a couple minutes for a doctor to come out and call your name and everyone shoots up.

"Okay, well, I'm glad she has a support system but only one visitor at a time please, she does still need to rest and recover. She is in room 302"

Hangman takes off in a dead sprint towards the room.

---

Beeping is the next thing your mind registers, and it takes you a minute to open your eyes. Yawning you try to bring your hands up to rub your face but one is being held by something.

Looking over you see Jake studying your left hand.

"you know you scared the shit out of me today"

"Jake I-"

"why weren't you taking care of yourself?" this has you confused and furrowing your brows.

"I have been-"

"You were dehydrated, hadn't eaten and sleep deprived. It's why you passed out!"

"jake you've been gone! You don't know what I've been doing! I did eat breakfast and drink water this morning but I threw it up!"

"god darling daisy if your sick don't come to work!"

"I'm not sick!"

"some would say puking means your sick!"

"not when your pregnant!"

"you- you're pregnant?"

"Yes Jake! I've been throwing up for weeks because of stupid morning sickness and I haven't been sleeping well because oh my god I'm pregnant and that is the scariest thing, and I was worried to talk to you about it but I guess that's out now isn't it." Theres a silence that lingers on after your words, and it feels like ice pumping into your heart the longer it stretches on.

"oh- oh my god" your throat feels thick at his words, he's looking down at your still clasped hands and you watch him to gauge his reaction.

"we're having a baby?" he finally looks up at you and his eyes are welling with tears.

"yes- we're having a-" and your cut off by his lips crashing against yours. His laughter peels out of him as he pulls away.

"were having a baby!"

"wait... you're happy about it?"

"Of course I'm happy about it! You're the love of my life! I want everything with you. The house, the kids the marriage, the dogs the fights, and the stress"

His words make your eyes tear up.

"honey I hate that you were so stressed about telling me you weren't sleeping. I was sitting here, looking at your left hand thinking about how wrong it is that something happened and the doctors didn't immediately call me, that if something were to happen to one of us I never got the chance to put my ring on your finger." His words left you speechless.

"jake... what are you saying"

"I'm saying marry me."

"isn't that supposed to be a question?"

"No. Its a demand, marry me, make me the happiest man, have my babies and marry me and call me out on my shit and shoot me down in the sky I want it all. I know this is so not how i planned to ask you, but please, marry me." You laugh a wet laugh, because this makes sense, you two would get engaged in the weirdest way, and do it all out of order, but you love this man with your whole heart so you embrace the chaos.

"Of course I will marry you" and he kisses you with every emotion he's felt in the last few hours, but you both wouldn't change it. Even if he already has the ring at home in his sock drawer waiting for the perfect moment.

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[youunravelme]

to all the girls you've loved before part 5

author's note: this might be the softest part out of all of them? sorry for the wait, i hope the fluff makes up for it. :)

pairing: single dad!mat barzal x reader

summary: being a nanny for rich people was probably the worst thing that ever happened to you, until you started working for mat.

warnings: children, rich people, very volatile/toxic relationship

day forty-four

"does this look okay?" mat popped his head in your room where you were sitting on your bed with a book in your lap.

"you look like you normally do."

he ran a hand down his face. "i mean, is it appropriate to wear to a doctor's appointment?"

oh shit.

you forgot.

you jumped off the bed and ran into the walk in closet.

"did you forget?" mat teased. any sign of insecurity at his outfit choice disappeared when you sprinted into the closet.

"would you believe me if i said no?"

he laughed. "not a chance." he cleared his throat. "let me go wake ella up and get her ready."

you pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater as well as thick socks and shoes. you walked out, nearly running into mat and ella in the hallway.

ella immediately perked up at seeing you and reached for you while mat rolled his eyes.

"can't believe she loves you more."

"i'm with her all day," you quipped. but the second the words left your mouth, you were backpedaling. "not to say that you're an absent father!" you amended. "i just mean that i live here and i take care of her when you're not here, so she sees me more and--"

mat's laughter cut you off. he placed a strong hand on your shoulder and squeezed. "i didn't take it that way, relax." and like nothing happened, he continued down the hall to the living room.

a sigh escaped your lips the second his touch was gone.

it was another ten minutes before the three of you left. originally, you were stunned that he asked you to join him in the first place, but when mat explained how confused he and tito were for that the first doctor's appointment, it made more sense.

everyone needed an emotional support friend.

you had a whole crew of them help move you out of your old apartment.

even the thought of that day made you want to tear up again. you'd never been one for having a large group of friends, usually just a close few. but after graduating college, after your school friends moved away from the city, somewhere along the way, you stopped picking up your phone to text them.

which was how you landed in your former apartment with natalie. she was a friend of a friend, and easy enough to live with.

until she fucked your boyfriend.

so when mat, tito, sydney, and marty all helped you move out? even after only knowing the latter two for less than twenty-four hours?

they put your old friends to shame.

"what's going on in that mind of yours?" mat asked. "you got quiet." you shrugged. "oh come on, you're thinking about something! i can see the wheels turning in your head."

"you sound like my mother."

mat guffawed and laughed at the same time in a sound that you wanted to commit to memory. "your mother? should i be offended?"

you smiled despite yourself. "she's alright."

"she must be if she raised you."

you crossed your arms. "you're such a flatterer."

"only for you."

you ignored the weird fluttering sensation in your gut and rolled your eyes. "wait till i tell tito that you like me more."

mat groaned and ran a hand over his mouth. "please don't, i get enough shit from him as it is."

interesting.

you turned in your seat to face him a little more. "and what shit would he be giving the great mathew barzal? spending too long on your hair? being too talented? having too many female fans?"

as you came to a stoplight, mat rubbed the back of his neck, looking increasingly more uncomfortable with your line of questioning. "not necessarily..." he trailed off.

but you ignored his signs of hesitancy and kept pressing on. "i bet it's about you being a dilf."

if the car was moving, you'd bet money that mat would've slammed on the brakes. but you were currently still sitting at the stoplight, so he just looked at you with an expression that boarded on shocked and horrified.

"a what?"

"surely, you know what a dilf is, mat."

he sputtered. "i mean i uh know what it is--"

"then why are you so flustered?" you asked, leaning on the center console.

"just wasn't expecting you to say that is all."

"i'm sure you and your teammates have said worse in the locker room."

"yeah but that's them and you're you and--" he cut himself off and chose to wave his hands in the air like that action alone would fill in the blanks.

"and what?"

mat accelerated as the light turned green. "i just didn't know you saw me that way."

you shrugged and sat back in your seat, ignoring the way your heart raced at the way the conversation took a turn. "don't tell me i'm the first person to say you're attractive, mat."

"well, no, but--"

"so what's the big deal? it's just me."

mat shrugged. "exactly. it's you."

you froze momentarily, but tried to brush his comment off like it didn't send a shiver down your spine.

the both of you were silent for the rest of the ride.

when you got to the doctor's office, both you and mat got out, with mat offering to carry ella into the building. though, the three of you made it twenty feet before ella was whining for you.

"my own child likes you more," he grumbled.

you just laughed.

the waiting room was semi full when the three of you walked in, but mat was the only dad in sight.

he leaned down towards you with a hand on the small of your back. "i'll go check us in if you'll find us a seat."

you did as he asked and ignored the way you could feel his touch long after he walked away. you and ella found a seat in a corner away from most of the women and children there. did you look antisocial? maybe just a little, but you weren't taking chances of ella or yourself getting sick, and you sure as hell weren't taking a chance on mat's health with the season in full swing.

"didn't want to sit with the other families?" mat asked as he took the seat next to you.

"i don't know those people, why would i sit next to them? they could be sick."

mat nodded along. "fair enough."

the three of you only waited a few minutes before ella's name was called. you stood up but it was mat who gestured for you to lead, again, with his hand on your back guiding you.

the nurse took a few vitals before taking the three of you back to the room. "the doctor will be with you shortly," she said before leaving you, mat, and ella alone.

it wasn't long before you heard another knock on the door and the doctor came in. she greeted the three of you before getting right down to business, directing you to place ella on the table.

doctor stevenson took ella's vitals while she wriggled around and reached for you and mat. "vitals look good," she said. "now she does need to have a few vaccines today..." the doctor kept talking but you were focused on mat.

specifically how all the color drained from his face.

you placed your hand on his back and directed him to one of the open chairs in the room, scared he might pass out if he stayed standing.

"is everything alright?" the doctor asked.

mat sat down and exhaled. "are you sure she has to get shots today?"

doctor stevenson's face looked grim. "do you not like needles or...?"

"i don't like seeing my daughter cry," he admitted.

"that's completely normal for parents," the doctor assured him. "if you'd like, you can stay out in the hall and we'll let you know when we're done. should only take a few minutes, if that."

you weren't listening to the doctor though, your eyes were focused on mat's face. a deep set frown worked its way onto his lips and you hated it. you reached out and touched his shoulder. "i can stay with her, if you don't wanna be in the room," you said.

his eyes met yours; for a man as confident as he was, you'd never seen him so hesitant. "last time she got shots, it about broke me."

"that's okay," you said. "i'll be here if you wanna step outside. i'll still be here if you wanna stay."

he nodded and stood up. for a second, you thought he'd make his way to the door, but he stood by the table and kissed the top of ella's head. "it's gonna be okay, ella bean," he mumbled.

doctor stevenson looked at you before pulling out the needles. you saw how mat kept eyeing them in the corner of his eye, but kept his focus on ella who was babbling like nothing was going on.

it took a few seconds after the first injection before the water works started. ella's cry sounded throughout the room but instead of looking at her, your eyes were focused on mat.

he was completely enraptured by ella, whispering soft things to her in an attempt to soothe her.

"it's okay, ella. dada's here," he whispered. "it's okay."

she kept crying despite the calm voice mat was using. she was twisting towards him and away from the doctor.

"just one more," doctor stevenson said. and in a minute, she was finished.

but ella wasn't.

the second the needle was pulled out and the band aids were placed, mat was picking ella up and cradling her to his chest. she wailed and wailed, only calming down when mat was bouncing her and speaking softly in her ear.

you halfway listened to doctor stevenson talk about what percentile of weight and height ella was in, half of your attention was focused on the gentle way mat was holding his daughter and how his arms, as strong as they were, protected his child from the big, bad, scary needles.

you were free to follow the nurse out the door to checkout. mat refused to let go of ella, so you were the one scheduling the next appointment and entering it into your shared google calendar.

ella was still hiccuping from the crying by the time the three of you got to the car. mat strapped her in while you got in the front seat and looked through the paperwork they gave you.

"everything look alright?" mat asked as he got in his seat and locked the doors.

"yeah, she's right as rain. i added the next appointment to our calendar."

mat hummed.

"what?" you asked.

"our calendar?"

"we share a calendar, mat. that was your idea, if you recall." you weren't about to be embarrassed about something he initiated. why would you? it's just a calendar, not something with an underlying meaning.

"i know," he smiled. "i just like the sound of it, is all." he put the car in reverse and placed his hand on your headrest.

"weirdo," you mumbled to compensate for the fact that you also liked referring to something as mundane as a calendar as ours.

mat scoffed. "i'm not the weirdo. you're the weirdo."

"oh please, i have an entire roster of your teammates that would say otherwise."

"you would trust their word over mine?"

you shrugged. "majority rules."

you didn't think someone could roll their eyes as hard as mat did in that moment.

the three of you got home a few minutes later. mat was in charge of getting ella while you grabbed his keys. you both waved to the doorman and headed up to your shared apartment.

god, you loved saying that more than you probably should.

"are you still going out with syd later?" mat called after you when you got into the apartment. you were headed back to your room while he was putting ella in the play pin.

you stripped out of your clothes and changed into something more comfortable. "yeah!" you called back, walking back down the hallway to the living room. "why?"

"tito and anders invited me out for drinks, so i'll need to find a babysitter."

"i can ask grace if she knows anyone--"

"don't. i'm the one who needs the sitter, it's my responsibility, not yours."

ella babbled in what you assumed was agreement.

later that day, you heard mat getting ready in his room while you got dressed in yours with ella playing on the floor with her toys. you weren't dressed in anything too fancy, just a nice black dress that had been sitting in the back of your old closet because your roommate said it was "too slutty for someone who has a boyfriend."

then she went and fucked your boyfriend, so you couldn't really say you gave a shit about her opinion anymore.

you strapped some heels on and gave yourself a once over in the mirror, fluffing your hair when it looked too flat. you scooped ella up and made a mental note to bring her toys out to her play pin later when you got back.

if you could even walk straight.

you weren't planning on getting shitfaced, but does anyone over the age of 23 ever plan on it?

you carried ella down the hallway and into the living room where mat sat on the couch on his phone with espn playing on the tv.

"i thought you'd eventually get tired of all the sports talk," you commented.

mat didn't even look up, he just liked a random person's photo. "it's nice background noise. besides, they're talking about sports other than just hockey."

"right." you walked in front of him to put ella in her play pin, your heels clicking on the hardwood. it wasn't until you turned around that you saw him staring. "what?"

mat cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "nothing! you just look...nice."

you smiled. "thank you! syd should be here any minute now. where did i put my phone..." your voice trailed off as you looked around for your cell phone.

"it's on the coffee table," mat said. and low and behold, it was. "do you have a coat? it's supposed to get cold tonight."

you nodded and headed to the coat closet beside the front door. you grabbed the black peacoat you had since college and tried to put it on before a pair of hands stopped you.

"let me help," was all mat said as he held the coat open for you. it took you a second to register what he was saying, he had to clear his throat to get you to snap back to reality.

"thanks," you said as you put your arms in the sleeves. your phone started ringing a second later, sydney's contact photo taking over your screen. "are you sure you don't want me to wait until she gets here?" you asked, talking about the babysitter. "i can help explain ella's routine!"

but mat rolled his eyes and herded you closer to the door. ""i'll be fine, go have fun!"

"if you need me, text me."

he gave you an award winning smile. "if you need me, call me."

you nodded and walked out, picking up the phone as mat locked the door behind you. "hey, i'm on my way down."

"great! i have an uber waiting for us."

you walked a little faster to the elevator, determined to not let the uber run up more money than was necessary, despite the fact that sydney was not strapped for cash.

you made it down quickly and without busting your ass on the polished floor.

sydney was waiting in a black suv like she was some government official in a marvel movie. she popped the back door open when she saw you and smiled. "you look fantastic!" she said once you got inside the vehicle.

you looked over her outfit which wasn't too dissimilar to yours, just not as revealing. "grace is joining us, hope that's okay!"

you nodded, vaguely recalling meeting anders' wife when jason had that meltdown in front of everyone.

not the best first impression, you hoped tonight would make her forget about that first night.

grace met you and sydney at a bar about twenty minutes away from yours and mat's apartment. she smiled as the two of you got out of the car, hugging you instead of shaking your proffered hand.

"it's great to see you again," she said. "you look fantastic."

"so do you!" you replied.

the three of you walked into the bar and were immediately greeted by loud music and an enormous crowd. you pushed your way through the people and ended up in front of the bar.

"get what you want!" sydney yelled over the music. "it's on me, tonight."

it didn't seem like a lot, but when you thought back to how jason and natalie both would conveniently go out with you on nights when they were broke, and then proceed to ask you to fund their near alcohol addiction? you were immensely grateful. if you were a pettier woman, you would've venmoed natalie and jason for the money they owe you in drinks alone.

but you were moving on, making peace with your new situation, your job, your new friends.

and mat.

you weren't sure what category to put him in yet.

"boss" seemed too professional. "friend" didn't seem heavy enough.

"what're you having?" the bartender's question snapped you out of your reflective moment. you gave him the order and watched as he started to make it.

your drink was in front of you after you waited for a few minutes. you sipped at it while walking to the table grace had picked out.

"so how's it going, living with mat?" grace asked as soon as you walked up.

you shrugged lightly. "not as bad as i thought it would be. i was expecting it to be awkward, but it's just been nice not to have to wake up as early to go to work."

sydney nodded. "matt told me barzy looks happier since you moved in."

"anders too," grace added. "my husband said he needs to 'meet this girl who has barzy smiling like a fool.'"

you flushed at their statements. "he's a good guy," was all you said.

sydney and grace were talking amongst themselves while you bopped your head to the music playing. you supped on your drink when a familiar head of hair caught you eye. it was followed by another familiar head of hair. you were squinting, trying to remember where you'd seen them before when they turned around your heart stopped.

jason and natalie.

you choked on your drink which caught sydney and grace's attention.

"are you okay?" sydney asked. she only grew more concerned when you threw your drink back, the alcohol barely burning your throat in comparison to the pain in your chest.

"i'm gonna get some shots," you said before stumbling to the bar. you ordered four shots of vodka and downed them all in succession at the bar top, and then doing your best to get back to the table afterwards.

your heart was pounding as you saw them cozied up in a booth. you wanted to vomit. you wanted to cry. you wanted to go over there and pour their drinks on their heads.

but mostly, you just wanted to go home.

but you couldn't. not when the night was still young. not when you were still feeling sober. you'd stupidly thought that the four shots would get you drunk quickly because you forgot that metabolisms exist.

you did your best to keep up with the conversation grace and sydney were having, and it was clear they were trying to include you. but your gaze kept drifting to how happy jason and natalie looked. and wondering how long they'd gone on dates when you were busy working, how many times did the sleep together before you caught them? you wondered if they were in love? or if it was just lust.

you wondered what made you so unloveable that he'd cheat on you. you wondered how despicable of a person you were that your roommate would agree to it.

you weren't drunk enough for this.

you excused yourself from the table again to get another drink. as you waited, you tapped your fingers on the bar, humming to the top 40s playlist playing over the speakers.

"can i get a jack and coke?" that voice sent a shiver down your spine in the worst way. you hesitantly turned your head and saw jason standing next to you, thankfully with natalie nowhere in sight. you didn't know what you'd do if they were both there with you in that moment.

he must've felt your stare because he turned his head and made eye contact. his jaw clenched a little before his lips curved into a sly smirk. "well look what the cat dragged out," he said. "where is he?"

you blinked.

"c'mon. like you don't know who i'm talking about?" when you didn't say anything, he rolled his eyes. "barzal. where is he?" jason glanced around the bar. "because i don't see him anywhere."

"why would he be here? mat's not my boyfriend."

"right, he's just letting you stay with him for free because he's such a good person," he teased.

maybe it was the shot placed in front of you. maybe it was the other four shots kicking in. but you downed the drink, wiped your mouth and shot back at him. "he's a better person than you could ever hope to be."

"he'll get bored of you eventually. people always do," jason scoffed. "you're his nanny, for fuck's sake. if you're not fucking him, he'll realize he could get better pussy and a better looking face from literally any other girl in new york. and once he realizes that, you'll be homeless and jobless."

you shook your head, willing the stinging in your eyes to go away. "he's not like you, jason."

"he's not gonna fall in love with you. you're a no good bitch who didn't know what she had when she had it. and i'm glad we're done, natalie is a thousand times more interesting than you could ever hope to be." with that, he turned on his heel with his shitty drink and walked back to his booth.

you walked back to your table but before you could even register the water running down your face, sydney was pulling you into her arms as you sobbed.

"sweetheart what's wrong?"

you could barely get the words out to tell her, but as soon as you did, she was pulling you back and looking you in the eyes. "i'm gonna call mat, is that okay?"

"please call him," you said. sydney brought you back into her chest with one arm while her other hand dialed mat.

"mat! hey!" she said with an overly cheery voice. "are you busy?"

just the sound of his voice, even if it was sounded like a small whisper, made you feel a little safer. she continued to talk to him through the phone until she hung up and hugged you tighter.

"he'll be here soon and take you home, okay?"

you nodded into her shoulder and cried a little more. "i'm sorry for ruining your night."

sydney squeezed you a little closer. "it's not your fault. your ex is a piece of shit."

mat must've texted syd a few minutes later because she was ushering you out of the bar to stand on the sidewalk.

it was a matter of seconds before mat pulled up and hopped out of his car looking like a man on a mission. in a blink of an eye you were being pulled out of sydney's arms (or maybe she was pushing you) and into his.

you could've sworn your life made a little more sense right then and there.

"mat--" you sobbed. "i--i can't--" and to be honest, you weren't quite sure what you meant to say, words weren't stringing themselves together like they usually do. maybe you were trying to say you couldn't keep doing this, or that you couldn't understand why he still kept you around.

it could be a million things.

but he kissed the top of your head and your brain was silenced. "let's get you home, okay?"

mat put you in the car and held your hand the entire way home, stroking his thumb on the back of your hand in a way jason never did.

jason.

you wanted to vomit but the interior of mat's car was too nice and he already ditched his friends for you, the least you could do was keep it together.

"do you wanna talk about it?" he asked.

you shook your head no, so he squeezed your hand.

when you finally got back to the apartment, you stood in the living room in a catatonic state while mat paid the babysitter and ushered her out. the second the front door closed, he was by your side, taking your hand, and leading you to the bathroom where he turned on the shower. when he made a move to leave, you grabbed his hand.

"i'm just gonna grab you some clothes, i'll be right back."

he was back in thirty seconds with one of his shirts and a pair of sweats. you were brought back to the first night you slept over after your relationship blew up. you should've smiled and said thank you, you should've said you appreciated all mat had done.

but you just burst into more tears.

mat knelt in front of you, wiping the tears as fast as they came. "hey, what's wrong?"

before you could even stop and think, you were launching yourself into his arms and wrapping your own around his shoulders. he didn't even hesitate to hold you back as tightly as he could.

"you're okay," he said. "i'll be right outside when you're done, alright?"

you nodded against his shoulder and hesitantly pulled away. mat seemed just as reluctant to let you go, but the steam fogging the mirror reminded you both that there was a line you hadn't (and maybe shouldn't) cross.

mat shut the bathroom door behind him and you stripped out of your clothes.

it was the fastest shower you'd ever taken in your life.

true to his word, mat was outside the bathroom door when you were finished in a set of sweats he wasn't wearing before. he looked up from his phone and held his arms out, and for what felt like the fiftieth time (though that still did not feel like enough), you were in his arms again.

"let's get you to bed," he mumbled into your hair before placing another kiss there.

before you could stop yourself, you mumbled back. "can i sleep with you tonight?"

mat froze.

hell, you froze.

neither of you knew what to do.

but a minute later he was pulling away. you felt the tears well up in your eyes at the thought of him rejecting you, but what did you honestly expect? him to say yes? you moved to go down the hall to your room, but his grip on your hand stopped you.

"c'mon," was all he said.

up until this moment, you'd never been in mat's room. it was about what you expected, king bed in the middle of the room, a dresser, a few clothes strewn about. it looked lived in.

mat got in the bed first and extended his arms to you. it was like he was the center of the earth, pulling you in with such a strong gravitational pull, you stood no chance to resist it.

you were curled up against his chest a beat later.

"thank you," you said.

"anytime," he said against your hair.

your head was placed right over his chest where his heart beat loudly. the sound of it began lulling you to sleep.

it should've been a picturesque moment, but it was tainted by the lingering anxiety in the back of your mind.

was jason right? was this a bad decision? would mat kick you out if you never have sex with him? would he kick you out if you did?

but then mat started running a hand over your hair and down your back repeatedly, and all your worries disappeared.

you'd have more time to think about that tomorrow.

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[bahrtofane]

flowers in the rain

He still loves you, enough to run through the rain. He really hopes you open the door. Its freezing.

Aurélien Tchouameni x reader 

Word count - 1.6K + 

Watch it - angst with happy ending. Would u look at that 

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Aurélien shows up at your door completely soaked by the rain and holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers that he's tucked under his jacket so they won't get wet on the way. 

He ran the whole way. Made his driver drop him off somewhere inconspicuous, and booked it. 

It didn't start raining till after he got out, go figure. But he's committed to it. Opening the zipper of his jacket and gently sliding the bouquet he got made inside. Ignoring the rain that pelts his skin and the blinking street lights that look like they're about to go off for good and leave him completely in the dark. Not like he needs light to get to you, he knows the way by heart. Blindfold him and spin him around 5 times and he'd still find his way. 

He used to bother you about it. Telling you how unsafe it is to only have a handful of street lights near your place. You shrugged, not like you had a habit of wandering around past dark. Besides there's a cute little pond and a forest that your balcony overlooks. It was one of his favorite spots at your place. It's been months and he still remembers the cool touch of the metal arm of the chair during the summer. 

Before he can get to your balcony he just needs to get to you. He hopes you like the flowers, they're your favorite. 

Now this all would’ve been a cute gesture. If you hadn't broken up ages ago. And yet here he is. And here you are about to open the door, throwing away the months and rebuilding you've done since his departure from your life. 

He never really left though did he. 

His pictures may have been torn off your walls weeks ago, but you keep them in an old shoe box under your bed. Shoe box from shoes he got you for your anniversary. Matching with him.

He was so excited to get them to you and right on time, he paid an insane amount on shipping alone. You had scolded him, fussing about the price. It was all too much to be spending, especially on you. He only waved you off, sliding the box into your hands and urging you to put them on, smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. 

You kept the box, though the shoes you have no clue where you threw. Just in case he would show up. And now that he actually has you're not sure you're ready to come face to face with the man you've been yearning for. Not ready to dust the box off and put everything back where it belongs. 

Funny, you still think him, and everything related, belongs. 

You feel so foolish. Balling the sleeves of your sweater and chewing your lip as you peek out from your blinds, watching him get closer. 

He texted you a meer 30 minutes before, a simple I’m on my way. On his way? Where? In the dead of night in the middle of a storm. He’s lost his mind. And you have too clearly, seeing as his text made your head reel. 

Muscle memory makes you want to spring to your feet, getting your house together, putting the laundry you were folding back into its basket and tucking it away into a closet. 

You don’t though. You want him to know, to see, that he’s interrupting. Life didn’t end when he left. Even if it felt that way. You won’t let him know. 

The nerve to come around when he knows you’ll be home. Barely giving you enough time to even realize what was going on till here he is. About to march right up to your door. 

You really wish you lived in a high rise right about now. But no, you live in a little quaint condo who’s front door isn’t behind security. 

You have half the mind to get yourself together, giving yourself a pep talk. No crying. No crying! Good grief. Slumping back against the warm towels that lay strewn on your couch. At least the pjs you're in are comfy. 

The first knock almost knocks you off your feet. Scrambling to dust yourself off one last time. 

You consider not opening. Leaving him to rot in the rain. But call yourself an optimist, the implications of this situation gives you a glimmer of hope. Or maybe you're just foolish. One way to find out. 

The door opens, he looks shocked that you actually opened. 

“I’m sorry.” Is the first thing he says. He’s completely soaked, water rolling off of his skin and pooling in the creases of his jacket. Blue jeans, his favorite you note, are now dark and sagging. He looks a mess. And it makes you feel better, you're not the only one going through hell. 

The next thing that comes out of his lips is a cough. So you let him in. Of course you do.�� 

Making a seat in the corner of the couch, throwing him a towel. He shimmies out of his jacket, gently setting the bouquet on the living room table. You think you’re going to be sick. 

“I don’t know why you’re here.” You sigh. 

He frowns, “because I love-“

You shake your head, “if you loved me you wouldn’t have left me like that.”

He's silent, picking at the rips of his jeans. Wringing out the rain and watching the droplets cascade. 

“Let me at least try to explain what happened?” he tries again, voice soft. Gaze unable to look at anywhere but the floor. 

You get up, stomping to your bed room and tearing through your closet. You find what you're looking for in the form of bundled up clothes at the bottom of your dresser. His clothes he never came around to pick up, or you never dropped off. Either way. 

You come back around with his black sweat pants and gray oversized t-shirt. You give him a large towel, “go get changed, you're gonna get sick.”

He hesitates for a moment, but takes the clothes and heads into your bathroom. 

You fall back down onto your couch. What are you getting yourself into? His phone is on the table and you roll your eyes. Stupid thing that led to this whole mess in the first place. This time, it isn't being bombarded with messages. Hm. 

You take his soaked jacket and throw it into the drier. Grabbing a laundry basket and throwing the towels in it. You'll fold them after this gets sorted out. 

When he comes out, he gives you a small smile as thanks. He looks like he's about to curl up against you and put a movie on while kissing you till your lips go numb. But he doesn't. Going back to his seat on the couch opposite to you and wringing his hands together. 

He looks just like the day you lost him.

“Can I explain?” he tries.

You shrug. 

He looks up, meeting your gaze for the first time. He looks like he's about to cry.

“I'm sorry. It was stupid and childish of me to go to her birthday party.” he stars. You roll your eyes. 

“It wasn't even a birthday you know it was a brand sponsored event and nike said i would be there. It all happened so fast. It's not an excuse. I could've said no, but I didn't. And I'm sorry. “

“Is she better than me?”

He stopped fidgeting with his hands,“What?”

You purse your lips, “Prettier. Funnier?” scooting up in your seat, leaning forward.

He frowned, “No. no one compares.”

You sigh,”why did you go?”

He winces,”I thought I had to. It was an invite from two parties. I should've put you first.”

You give a curt nod, suddenly much more interested in the rain that's picking up outside. 

“Why did you come back?”

He chews on his lip, “because I love you. Never stopped.”

“Why'd you wait this long?”

“I thought it was what you wanted. I didn't want to disrespect your wishes but I also can't stop loving you. Or stay away. “

“Okay.”

“Why'd you open?” he fires back.

You hesitate. You almost want to lie to him. But what good will that do. As the first crackle of lightning pierces through the sky you speak.

“Because I love you.”

He seems satisfied at this, relaxing in his seat, “can you forgive me?”

Even if the past weeks and months have torn you apart. Its not like you’re innocent. Jumping to conclusions and letting your jealousy get the best of you is how you’ve evened up here. With no chu to pester and your home much duller.

Its time to stop the madness on your end. You’ve berated him with questions and hes answered all. With flowers, in the rain, after what you know has been a grueling day for him. You really do love him.

“I dont think it's possible for me not to.” you mumble, tears welling into your eyes.

He jerks forward in an attempt to go over to you, sooth your tears and kiss your worries away. But he doesn't know if you're ready for that yet. Instead he gives you a soft look.

“If you'll take me, I'd like to come back to you.”

You push yourself forward, sliding in the space between his thighs, taking his hands in yours. “I missed you so much,” gently leaning down to kiss his lips. 

It's as soft and safe as you remember. His hands find familiar purchase on your hips as he carefully sets them down on either side.

It's the sound of thunder that tears you apart. 

“Stay the night?” you whisper against his lips.

He hums, “of course I will my love.”

You’re happy to have him back home. 

[shewrites137]

you're okay...

Matt Sturniolo x reader (female)

author's note:- in case you're feeling down, this one's for you.

it's a short wholesome short writing/ oneshot, hope you enjoy it.

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You're tired.

You've only gotten 4 hours of sleep and it's been 48 hours.

Your exams are approaching, and you're worried out of your mind.

Nick had sent you numerous messages, that were still left on delivered because you kept your phone far from your reach.

It was your third revision of the day, and it just got disturbed by a call. It takes you 5 minutes to look around, your mind still partially on the book in your hand, while a part of it followed the ringtone to find your phone. You find it on the very last second, and so you quickly pick up without much thought.

"Where have you been?!" you hear nick on the line. "Hmmm" you hum, as your eyes scan the next question and you start thinking of the answer. "hmmm? are you okay?" he asks, worried, but you aren't even listening, too worried to pay attention.

"Did you eat anything?" Nick asks after a minute of silence. "hmmm" you hum again and this time, Chris, who was sitting next to Nick on their couch looks at him and says, "She's doing it again". Nick hangs up, and when you hear nothing out of the phone you throw it somewhere and get back to pacing and blurting out answers to the air.

"Matt, we need to go see her" Chris tells Matt, who was in the kitchen grabbing drinks for the three of them to have while they watched a movie. "What? Why? Is everything okay?" Matt asks calmly, putting down the cans on the center table. "No, she's doing it again, out of her head, stressing and from what I heard out of Nick and her conversation, I can bet she hasn't eaten." Chris tells, a little tensed.

You were Matt's girlfriend but the other two loved you just as much as him. You were always their best friend before anything else. So the thought of you stressed out, with no sleep and no food, had them all worried. All they wanted to do was rush over to your place, and help you any way they could, that was after you got scolded for being so careless.

Matt, however, thinks through this and decides, in order to not disturb you but to help you calm down, only he should go. Nick also really wanted to see this movie they were putting on, so he doesn't want to ruin that plan either. "I think I should go alone, I'll get her to eat and rest but she'll still be able to study without being distracted or disturbed by us, and you both can start the movie as planned, don't have to let that go, I'll take care of her" he tells them, and even though it takes a lot of reassurance that she'll be okay, they agree.

So Matt drives over, with your favorite drink and two burgers for the two of you to eat. He reaches you in 20 minutes.

Your doorbell rings and it startles you to a jump. You weren't expecting anyone. You go up to the door with a confused look on your face. You open the door and see Matt, and for some unexplainable reason, you feel better.

"You're such a careless little baby you know?" he says, making his way in with a bag in his hand and his car keys dangling on his finger. He puts the things down on your kitchen table, and his eyes wander off to the pile of books all over your couch and the living room floor. "You need to grab a bite, and I'll arrange that hurricane after-effect of a room a little" he says, looking at you and starting to take out the food.

"No Matt you don't get it, I only have 4 more days and I have to perfect everything. There are still many questions I have to answer, then some practice tests that I need to solve, then I have to check them, and then see if I did something wrong, and if I did I have to revise that topic again, then do its practice questions and then more practice test-" a huge warmth covers your body. One of his hands is around your waist, the other on the back of your head, stroking gently. Your head is against his chest. And you hear his heartbeat, and shockingly it calms your thumping one down.

"You've done more than enough and in my opinion you don't have to touch a single book for the next 4 days and you'd still top that exam. But if you have to do all that, by all means, go ahead, that however does not mean that you don't eat, sleep, and stress nonstop." you just listen to him, and it makes you want to tear up. The care, the concern, the love overwhelming your heart. "You'll now take a deep breath, we'll eat your favorite burger, have a nice drink, and then we can get back to revising. I'll help you if you want me to, or I could just stay, or I could go back, whatever you would want. But right now, you'll take a step back from it all, and breathe okay?" he tells you calmly, and you nod your head slightly.

He lets go of you from the hug, his hands still holding yours, as he looks into your eyes and instructs you to breathe in, breathe out with him. You get calmer after a few minutes, his eyes haven't left yours, nor did yours dare to look away.

"You're okay..." he says, his words underlying a tone of reassurance.

You question for a minute, if he's telling you that, or he's telling himself that. You conclude that he told it to the both of you, told one to get them to calm down and know that they're fine, and told the other to help them relax and know that the other one is fine. Looks like both of them needed that.

You always think you love Matt the most at that particular moment, however here you are, loving him a little more than you have ever before, and a little less than you will the next second.

[selineram3421]

📑

You're Off-key

Part 6

Part 5

Reader X Gravity Falls

Warning ⚠

⚠ everyone is aged up, cussing, sleep deprivation, Spa Day~✨, mention of Bipper, Italics = thoughts, floaties, blood/gore 😊 , mention of death, passing out. ⚠

You have a personalized quiz of everyone in the shack.

Well, for the Pines family at least.

Soos was doing a tour and Abuelita was...somewhere. Old lady is like a ninja.

You're a little surprised that the family could still stay in the shack now that it belonged to Soos.

Mabel's quiz is covered in glitter, stickers, and colorful gel pens. Dipper's is more straight forward, with the occasional drawing on the side. Stan's is more stain covered, mostly from breakfast. Ford has his written out in cursive and some math equations for some reason?

You start with the younger twins quizzes first.

Taking the fluffy pen that Mabel offered, you start the quiz. Mostly checking off the "I don't know." box on some random little things that weren't revealed in the show or books. You took bathroom breaks when you needed to and ate the snacks that would be left by Dipper or brought by Waddles. The quizzes were unbelievably long, longer than any test you've taken before.

Most of the day was you taking the quizzes and after a few hours you finally got tired during Ford's quiz, crashing out on the table.

The one to find you passed out was Mabel.

She took a quick picture of your sleeping face and taped it into her scrapbook before saving the quizzes from being drooled on. Then she called Dipper to help her carry you to the couch.

"Do you think they're telling the truth?", Dipper asks as he grabs a blanket.

You were successfully transfered to the couch and Mabel was looking over the quizzes.

"They got a good amount of answers correct.", his twin confirms. "Haha, they even wrote down some of your internet history!", she laughs.

"Wait, what!?", Dipper screeches.

"I'm joking! Haha, gullible.", Mabel wipes a tear away. "Wouldn't be surprised if they knew though. It was in the book."

"But what if they are working with or for Bill? I don't want us to go through all that again.", her brother says. "We should keep a close eye on them just in case.", he covers you with a blanket.

"I know you're right but I'm kinda hoping they're not.", she sighs. "Lets go."

The twins walk out of the room and you open your eyes after a few minutes.

"Understandable trust issues.", you sigh.

You woke up as soon as Mabel moved the papers but were too tired to actually get up. Maybe you should have "woken up" before they moved you to the couch but what was done is done.

Maybe things will get better after all of the quizzes and odd adventures. You think and curl up on the couch. At least, I hope there are adventures..

Then you think about your best friend, hoping they are ok, wherever they are.

Hopefully they didn't run into Bill. Now that would be a nightmare.

"Let me sleep this time you Illuminati reject.", you say before closing your eyes. "Stupid triangle."

"What's with the harsh words? I'm a delight!"

I fell asleep!? You sit up quickly and find yourself back in your own mindscape. Shit.

"What do you want.", you groan and notice that you're sitting on the swings in the park area. "I should change this place up a bit.", you mumble to yourself.

"Why change anything? At least you have some fun places here.", Bill says and floats closer. "I've been to some of those planets you have up there! Some of them are amazing!"

"Stay out of those.", you cross your arms across your chest. "Seriously, why are you here?"

Bill fiddles with his fingers a bit.

"Well, I'm bored.", he began. "And I can't really mess with anything or anyone else other than you. Like one of the 'episodes' you saw with me floating around as a shadow behind Pine tree and Shooting star. The sock one..?"

"Sock Opera? When you were Bipper? That was season two I believe.", you say.

"Haha! You're a nerd!"

"Nope, I'm more of a geek but moving on.", you correct. "I said to let me sleep this time."

"Oh please, you don't need that much sleep. Humans only start hallucinating after forty-eight hours. You've been getting two minutes of actually sleep when you're talking to me. So it's fine.", the triangle waves it off like its nothing.

You're eye twitches.

Something in you snaps and after taking a deep breath you smile before completely switching to a pissed off face.

"You know what!? NO!", you shout and put up a force field and have it move to push Bill back.

"Whoa! Hey!", the triangle tries to push the blue-ish glowing barrier away. "What's this for!?"

"I want to sleep! ACTUALLY SLEEP! And I can't do that with you barging into my head like you own the place! So wait outside the barrier you fucking jerk!", you say and huff. "Be polite for once and knock!"

"Come on! I'm bored!", he whines.

"STAY BORED BITCH!"

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You have a "don't talk to me unless you want to die" face on today. So a good amount of the Pines family steer clear of you when you pass by.

Not Mabel though.

"Yeesh! You look like Dipper when he's up all night after obsessing over something.", she laughs.

There's a distant offended 'Hey!' coming from somewhere in the shack but you don't really care for it at the moment and do a slow frog blink. One eye after the other.

"But seriously, you ok?", she asks.

You groan and turn your head to face her.

At the moment you were in the living room, sitting at the game table, trying to catch some sleep or at least some quiet but still be within eye range so the family doesn't freak out.

It's been a bit weird. Most of the Pines are on edge around you but you make sure to reassure them that you're not a threat with little gestures. One being that you tell Ford about the latest Bill dream you had. The older twin agrees that the triangle is very annoying when he's bored.

"I'm fine Mabel. I just need to sleep but it's just not happening.", you yawn and frog blink again. "What time is it?"

She tells you it's a little past one in the afternoon, frowning a bit when you unintentionally force yourself to wake up. Then she slams her hands on the table and smiles.

"I have an IDEA!", she cheers out and rushes off somewhere.

All of the background noise is muffled, there's a distant ringing noise coming from your right ear and it's starting to get annoying with how long it's been going on.

"DIPPER!I'MTAKINGTHEGOLFCARTTODAY!ALSOTAKINGOURDIFFERENTUNIVERSEFRIENDWITHME!OK,BYEEEEE!", Mabel rushes out as she runs back into the living room, pulls you up out of the seat which wakes you up a bit, and drags you out of the shack while snatching the keys for the golf cart. (Dipper! I'm taking the golf cart today! Also taking our different universe friend with me! Ok, byeeeee!)

"Wait, what!? Mabel!", Dipper yells from upstairs.

You're tossed into the golf cart and Mabel quickly rushes around the little vehicle and starts it, turning the wheel and pressing on the gas pedal to head out towards town.

"MABEL!", her brother yells from the door. "I needed the cart today!"

It's no use as the golf cart is already a good distance away from the shack and his twin has no plans on turning back.

You think you might have fallen asleep with your eyes open but you're not entirely sure if you were just daydreaming or you saw some weird alien looking thing, but then again you are in Gravity Falls.

Mabel stops at a big looking house and pulls you out of the golf cart, dragging you over through the gates, a pretty big yard, and finally you both are at the front door.

"WHO IS THAT?", a familiar deep voice asks.

"And why are they sleeping? They look like a zombie.", another familiar voice says.

"Candy, Grenda, this is the current mystery friend I've been telling you about!", Mabel says and shakes your body a bit like it's a noodle. "They've had a rough few days and need a spa day."

Someone, you don't know who, rings the door bell.

It only takes a few seconds before someone opens it and its yet another familiar voice.

"Ugh, Mabel. Why do you have a dead body?", Pacifica asks.

"Not dead, just sleep deprived..", you groan.

You are then taken into the fancy house, guided to walk through some doors, and plopped down in a changing room. A towel and some spa clothes are tossed on the bench that you're sitting on.

"Get changed and meet us in the massage area! We're having ice cream later!", Mabel says with a smile before closing the curtain.

With some functioning bodily motion and luck, you change into the clothes and wrap the towel around yourself like a shawl before walking out. Seeing only one door in the room, you walk over and open it. Finding the girls chatting with each other as they look over lotions and oils for their massages.

"Mabel, where are we exactly?", you ask, somewhat confused but assuming you're in Pacifica's new house after the whole Weirdmageddon clean up.

"We are in Pacifica's house! I called the girls for an emergency Spa Day.", she says. "Once your body is all relaxed, you can sleep in the water dome for float therapy."

Float therapy sounds really nice. You think and nod.

"Ok.", you agree and introduce yourself to the girls. "Sorry I'm half asleep. I promise I'm way more fun once I have apple cider in my system.", you say.

"Do you want some?", the blonde asks.

You shake your head no and feel yourself tilting a bit to the left. Then wobbling as you try to balance your body properly.

"I'm not sure that'll be a good idea right now.", you say. "Thanks for the offer though."

With a lotion picked out and the staff already in the room, you pick out a massage bed and lay face down on it. You didn't know what to expect but you never really thought that you'd feel so uncomfortable with getting a massage.

Yeah, its great to have those knots out of your shoulders but you did not like a lot of physical contact.

I blame not getting hugged enough as a child.

Then after some more other spa treatments like the facial creams and stuff, mud mask, leaf thing? You finally make it to the float therapy chambers.

"See you in a bit! I'm going to the sauna!", Mabel waves and goes to a different room.

A staff person opens the float chamber door and offers an assortment of floaties to pick from. A dolphin, pink lounge floaty, donut floaty, hammock floaty, and a flamingo floaty.

You pick the lounge floaty and the dolphin.

"Good choice.", is all the lady says before tossing the floaties into the water for you. "How long?", she asks.

It takes a second for you to comprehend what she's asking but then your brain works out what she means.

"Uh, thirty minutes is fine.", you decide.

The lady nods and sets the timer. gesturing for you to enter the float chamber with her hand.

Stepping in, the water reaches your hips and inside the dome is dark, the floaties not too far but are still drifting in the water a bit. The lady waits for you to settle on the floaty before closing the round door, and the darkness is all around you now as you lie still.

Dark, quiet, and the feeling of being weightless was the perfect combination to fall asleep to.

Closing your eyes, you start to feel the edge of sleep creeping in.

As you are almost on the brink of completely passing out, there's a sudden splash in the water. Your eyes snap open and you try to assess what made the noise.

None of your limbs are in the water, the dolphin floaty is nowhere close to the wall and the lounge floaty you're currently on is in the middle of the dome. So, what made the splash? The million dollar question.

Slowly sitting up, you try to look around in the darkness, listening in for any more noises that shouldn't be there.

Then something moves under your floaty, making the water rise a bit like a wave. You gasp and curse at the lack of weapons that you have around you.

Why is there something interrupting my sleep? What the actual fuck!

Something grabs your ankle and yanks you into the water.

You quickly take a deep breath and close your mouth, the water submerging you fast. The 'thing' starts to push you until your back roughly hits the wall of the dome, making you grunt in pain. Air bubbles slip past your lips.

Fuck.

It does it again and again, your back now scratched and stinging in pain. Maybe even bleeding with how much it stung in the water.

You kick at the thing and feel something almost slimy. It makes you shudder at how gross it feels.

There's an ear splitting screech and it shoves you again.

Something in you snaps.

Maybe it was your sanity leaving, or maybe it was the lack of sleep. But you didn't care and moved your upper half forward, biting the thing's neck and ripping off a chuck with your teeth.

Now it screeches for a whole other reason, flailing around to get out of your hold as you scratch, bite, and beat at it.

Screaming and grunting is what you do as you continue to attack it. At some point it stops moving, but you don't notice until you tear a limb off of it, until you need to go up for air. You emerge from the water and notice that there's a strong copper smell. The sound of a ding goes off and the chamber door opens, making the outside light pour in, you close your eyes out of instinct.

Blinking them back into focus, you see the water is blood red. The thing that you were attacking is shaped like a mer or some water creature with a somewhat humanoid body, you're not sure but it's floating in the water, blood pouring out of it with chunks of flesh here and there.

It's dead.

The lady isn't outside you notice as you step out, the blood drips off of you and onto the white tile floor, making it stand out.

Nothing stands out more than blood on white tile. You think as you stare down at the blood and zone out.

"WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED!?", Mabel screeches.

That pulls you from zoning out and you look up to see the other girls, different reactions of shock all over their faces.

"I-", you start but then feel the exhaustion from lack of sleep catch up with you. "I'm gonna pass out.", you're able to say before falling forward.

And then everything goes black.

I was sleepy and then someone decided to bug me. So here you go.

~Seline, the person.

Part 7

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Chapter 1:

Extravaganza

Revenant x Legend!Reader

Content disclaimer:

Not completely canon compliant,

Takes place a bit after season 9,

Mention of murder,

Mention of guns,

Gender neutral reader

Summary: You join the Apex Games, but before you can actually begin, you have to go through all the extravaganza.

Word count: 2218

Masterlist

The Apex Games…

Out of dozens and dozens of competitors, you came out on top.

It was honestly unbelievable.

The sheer anxiety and excitement throughout the match. Except this time, the stakes were even higher. It was the last competition you needed to win to qualify to be a Legend.

To be a Legend... Your biggest dream. You have been working towards this goal for quite awhile now.

Of course, the road was rocky. It had its ups and downs, but you're finally at your destination.

You can have it all now! The fame! The money! The recognition you've always wanted!

The recognition…

The recognition!!

How could you forget about the upcoming interview?? Every winner gets interviewed after their matches!

All that adrenaline must've blocked out some important information in your brain…

The match only finished a couple of hours ago, and now you've already got to go somewhere else.

Man, this is going to be extremely tiring…

What are they even going to ask?

How personal are they going to get?

Do you have to wear your competing outfit? Or can you just wear anything?

Why didn't anyone inform you about these things??

'You're going to get interviewed.' Yeah? And what else? They said where and when, but not much else.

God… Guess you'll have to improvise!

Forge wore a suit in his interview. The one that went wrong…

You'll have to dress fancy too then!

Make it elegant, but not too over the top.

You got this!

You got this.

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Okay, maybe you don't got this.

All the cameras and the lights in this relatively empty room are extremely anxiety inducing.

The banners of you in your fighting outfit are pretty flattering, but being in the spotlight right in front of them is not the most calming thing you could be doing right now.

At least the photographers notified you to stay in your armor for the photoshoot…

They also cleaned you up after the match.

Wouldn't want a competitor in a blood sport to be bloody in the advertisements now, would we?

"Starting in 5 minutes! I repeat, we're starting in 5 minutes! Everyone to their places, check your equipment again to make sure everything works properly!" yelled the director. Every single staff member hurried to their places.

Huh, he commands the room well.

As you stand on the side awkwardly, the interviewer walks up to you and asks to go and sit down in the chairs located on the stage.

"Very nice to meet you, I'm Lisa Stone.

Some staff members are going to come up here in a second to put a microphone on you, so relax and get comfortable . You don't have anything to worry about"

Well, Forge didn't have anything to worry about in the beginning either… You wonder how Ms. Stone got over that incident. Probably required a whole lot of therapy. Poor woman.

"O-Oh thank you! Nice to meet you too." you replied, trying to look as relaxed as possible. It wasn't very convincing…

You both took your respective seats.

While 2 members of staff started putting hidden microphones on you and Ms. Stone, she picked up a stack of papers and looked through them.

The interview questions.

"One minute left! Everyone better be ready, no mistakes, this is going to be live!"

No mistakes. Don't mess up.

Be as level headed and polite as possible. Can't mess this up, if you do, no one will take you seriously.

It can't go worse than Forge's interview though, right…? I mean, it was a literal assassination… by the coolest robot to ever exist!

Okay maybe phrasing it like that is wrong, but it's true-!

"Are you ready to get started?" Mr. Stone inquired, interrupting your inner rambling.

"Oh! Y-Yes, I am." came your hesitant reply.

This is going to go great…

"Good. I know this can be hard on some people but there's no need to worry." she smiled reassuringly.

At least she's not actively working towards making your situation worse, you can appreciate that.

"Starting! In 5!"

The lights dimmed.

"4!"

Well, this is really happening.

"3!"

Ms. Stone faced the main camera, you followed.

"2!"

Goodbye last shred of confidence!

"1! ACTION!"

The lights slowly came back on.

"We're sitting here tonight with our latest Legend to join the Apex Games; (Y/N) (L/N). It's great to have you here." Ms. Stone began, turning towards you during the last part.

"Thank you! The pleasure is all mine." you answered, trying your best to seem less nervous.

"So, now that you're finally here, how does it feel to have accomplished such a big feat?" she questioned.

"To be honest with you, tiring, extremely tiring."

you exclaimed, Ms. Stone giving a short giggle to your response.

"But it feels great. Surreal even! Accomplishing one of my greatest dreams, one I've been working towards for so long, is still pretty hard to believe." you chuckled lightly.

"I can imagine. It must've been pretty hard having have had to train every day for multiple competitions.

Was it nerve-racking to have your very last match be a solo match?" she responded.

"It did amp up the anxiety for that match, yes. But I'm glad the last qualifier is played without teammates. I, and many others, will then know whether I'm actually good enough to proceed or not." you say, gaining a bit of confidence back. Maybe this whole interview thing isn't going to be so bad after all.

Mr. Stone looked at you, surprised.

"I haven't heard anyone say they preferred the solo matches for the finals before. Interesting." she noted. There was a short pause while she looked down to check her papers.

"Next question… 'Why did you decide to join the games'?" came her scripted inquiry.

"I don't like getting too personal on TV, but one of the reasons was that I like guns a lot. I love to go to firing ranges to try out various kinds of firearms. I don't own any personally, but I'm very much interested in them." you answered.

You really didn't want to get into your private life and past too much…

"Another reason is that I like strategy games and working in small teams. Something like the Apex Games seemed like the perfect combination of both!" you added right after.

Ms. Stone looked at you quizzically. She probably didn't expect an answer like that.

"What an interesting motive. So the reason is 'just for fun'? No deeper meaning there?" she tried to dig deeper, genuine curiosity appearing on her face.

"Nope! Just wanted something big I can achieve that I'll also enjoy."

You know that one is a lie.

"Curious… Let's do something more fun then:

'If you were to pick a favorite, out of the current roster of Legends, who would it be'?" she looked at you, once again, very interested.

You heard somewhere that this was one of her favorite questions to ask, but even then, somehow you didn't think this far…

"Well, this will sound very weird, because most people wouldn't choose him as a favorite… but um-" you take a long pause, palms becoming slightly sweaty.

You look away from her, not wanting to see her reaction to that answer.

It was indeed a very unique choice to have as one's most liked Legend.

"It's… um… Revenant…"

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You swallowed, your mouth and throat feeling dry.

You've never heard a quieter silence before. Not a single person was making a sound, even the director was staring in shock.

Some people were looking around awkwardly, some were staring right at Ms. Stone and you. Eyes darting back and forth.

Ms. Stone stared at you, absolutely appalled, mouth slightly open. Her reaction was perfectly understandable.

Having seen that same simulacrum murder a Legend right in front of her…

You cannot blame her.

"P-Pardon?" she gives a nervous laugh. "Did I hear that right? Re-Revenant? The simulacrum?" she asks to confirm, tone uncertain.

You nod your head slightly, still not looking at her. Well you made this situation indescribably awkward.

You should've lied about this one thing; could've said Mirage or Pathfinder, or even Loba! But no! You had to tell the truth!

Ms. Stone cleared her throat. "We-Well, that's certainly… an… i-interesting choice. Um… May I ask why… him…?" her voice was shaky, having been reminded of what she has witnessed before, right in front of her.

You take a deep breath. You really need to think about this, you can't just compliment him all you want, he's still a murderer.

Be smart. Be empathetic, she got traumatized by him, you need to choose your words right.

"Umm… I'll be honest-" everyone takes a deep breath, "-it's, um… mostly because he… uh… h-he's cool…?" you say, drawing out the last two words.

The sentence sounded just as uncertain as you.

The staff kept staring at you, now solely focused on you.

"Ahaaa… and there's no other reason, at all?" she kept prying, suspicions still clearly present.

"Yeeaah… He just… does things so efficiently, e-even if they're horrible. He was designed so well…" you say back, trying to calm her down, if even just a little. You really do not want her, and all of the Outlands by extension, to hate you.

Ms. Stone kept staring at her pages, not reading any of the sentences written there. "Mhmm… He's efficient alright…" came a quiet murmur from her.

She finally turned back towards me.

"Now, people can have their preferences, within the law of course.

I'm relieved you don't agree with what he does, even though he's your favorite." she pipes up after a brief silence, still not sounding 100% sure about this.

Ms. Stone turned towards the main camera.

"Well that's all for today's interview. Thank you so much (Y/N), once again, for coming. We're happy to have another Legend join the games." she briefly takes a glance at you.

"We'll be back with the next championship's winners real soon. Stay tuned." she finishes up, completely professional.

As the live stream ends, everyone seems to sigh at the same time. This must've been one of the worst interviews they've witnessed throughout their careers. Oops.

Note to self: don't get into weird and awkward situations next time by choosing the worst option. You really don't need to ruin your reputation before even starting in the Apex Games…

If it isn't already too late for that…

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After the whole debacle, you had to meet with your new manager. He was a kind dude, avoided the topic of your recent mess up so he doesn't embarrass you further with it.

He explained everything that needed to be known before your first game; where you'll be staying from now on, training routines, schedules, gear, sponsors, how the seasons work, etc.

You also had to sort out some more paperwork before everything became completely official. You wrote your name so many times, it was unbelievable. You're pretty sure you haven't written it this many times while you were learning to write when you were just a kid!

This whole day has been extremely tiring… By the time you got home it had been late at night and you were ready to pass out and never see the world ever again.

Your new apartment welcomed you with open arms. The bed looked oh so enticing in the bedroom, but before you could get in it to finally be sent to the dream world, you had to unpack your things.

You got the biggest walk-in closet you've ever seen, to load your clothes into. The shiniest bathroom you've been in, to set your hygiene products up in.

It really does pay to be a Legend, huh? And you haven't even had your first match as one yet!

After you finished putting everything away, you went back to the bathroom to get ready for a shower.

It's astounding how high up the apartment is, the large floor to ceiling windows give a great view of the world below. The gorgeous starry sky mixed with the beautiful lights below, made for a sight to behold.

After you finished admiring the new perspective you got thanks to your new living space, you got into the shower to wash off all the dirt and stress you've acquired today. Finishing your shower, you got out of the steam filled cabin, dried yourself off with a nice fluffy towel and got dressed in your nightwear. Before going to bed however, you didn't forget to wash your teeth.

Throughout your nightly routine, you started to feel more and more relaxed, becoming less and less aware of your surroundings. All you were focused on was finally getting to sleep.

At last, you got into bed, covered yourself in the enormous blankets that laid on the mattress beforehand.

Looking around your room, you thought about how you were going to decorate the place in the future. In its current state, it all looked very generic, something straight out of a display in a furniture store.

It didn't take long for you to enter dreamland after a couple of ideas that slowly made their way through your head.

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What you didn't notice before that, however, were the pair of seemingly floating, glowing eyes watching through your windows with clear interest…

[prettygoododds]

20 Questions for fic writers

Thanks @wellbelesbian for tagging me. Such fun questions! Tags below the cut.

How many works do you have on AO3

68! Wow, I did not realize this.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

134,335

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Carry On Series aka Simon Snow fandom aka Snobaz

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

When the Ink Dries

Can I Change My Mind (this one blows my mind, how it continues to stay at the top)

Namaste Away

Every Lover Has A Little Dagger In Their Hand

We're So Starving

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or Why not?

I try to, but I'm very bad at it. It's something I need to work on.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

We Were Pity Sex, Nothing More and Nothing Less It doesn't even pretend to be kind.

Also, I'm Right Where You Left Me It's short, but cuts right to the bone.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of mine do have a happy ending (when I go sad, I go hard). If I had to choose a few, I suppose:

Where Did the Party Go?

Believe

Namaste Away

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. Had a few recommendations on how to tag a few works, or to make it more user friendly but everyone has always been very kind with those suggestions. The Carry On fandom is a really good fandom.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I'm slowly dipping my toes in that water. I've posted a few works that have smut, but I'm still very tentative about it. I don't know what kind really. Regular?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do not

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not, but I'm not opposed to it.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Snobaz, hands down. It's the one I come back to every time. My comfort ship.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have 2 WIP currently and both of those will be finished. My other WIP not on AO3 are just sitting in my google docs, where no one can see them shivering in the corner, neglected.

16 What are your writing strengths?

Oof. I'd like to think I'm good at dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions and setting a scene. I'm working on it though, and that's the important bit I suppose *shrugs shoulders in Simon*

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Not something I've attempted. I won't say I never will, but I will probably not unless I absolutely have to

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Somewhere, in the depths of fanfic.net are my abandoned Twilight fics. And that is where they will stay until the death of the planet.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I have a few and when I'm questioning why I think I should be doing this at all, I read them to remember I started because I wanted to write the stories I wanted to read.

When The Ink Dries - I started this fic waaaaay before I ever posted it and it was the reason I decided to participate in my first Carry On Big Bang. It's my fic first born.

I'm Not A Pitch - This fic popped my AO3 cherry. I posted it before I could second guess myself. It's full of errors, but I wouldn't change anything about it.

Vibe Check - I wrote this in a few hours when I was feeling silly and it is still one of my favorites

Who Wants Ramen? - My friend and I giggled endlessly when I plotted this one out.

You Can Call Me Babe for the Weekend - I spend a lot of time listening to music and plotting out the story that a 3-4 minutes song can tell. 'Tis the Damn Season was an immediate movie in my head and as soon as I could plot it out and put it on paper (so to speak) I did.

And last but not least Sugar, We're Going Down Swingin - This is pure self indulgence. I got into hockey, I wanted the boys to be hockey players...bam, here's a fic with almost no hockey in it, but sometimes they talk about it.

I'm don't know who's already been tagged, so sorry if I double up:

@facewithoutheart @imagineacoolusername @artsyunderstudy @shemakesmeforget @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ionlydrinkhotwater @rimeswithpurple @aristocratic-otter @cutestkilla @blackberrysummerblog @nausikaaa @supercutedinosaurs @nightimedreamersworld @valeffelees @iamamythologicalcreature @shrekgogurt @ileadacharmedlife @martsonmars @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

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Loki Episode 4 Coherent Thoughts

Spoilers for Episode 4 and before, obviously.

Christ, I have come up with ANOTHER fic idea that has to be posted before Thursday if I want it to be relevant for a little bit, and boy howdy, it is not short.

I think Sylvie got to Mobius. I'm gonna time it next time I watch it (and report back here when I do), but I'm pretty sure even if Loki and Sylvie's conversation happens at the same time as the scene in OB's workroom that immediately follows, there was still enough time for Mobius to look into his memories and get hot cocoa before. Even if he just finds files somewhere and tucks them away to look at later. [EDIT: YES. Sylvie and Loki's conversation in "pie land" takes about 4 minutes and 31 seconds. If we assume the hot cocoa machine takes 1 minute roughly, the total time he's with OB, Casey, and Timely plus that minute is 2 minutes and 42 seconds, leaving 1 minute and 49 seconds to do something that helps him figure out his memories. What that something is in that time, I don't know, but that's still almost 2 minutes of time unaccounted for.]

Listen, I know it's episode 4 so it's too early to be in pain. I know it. But goddamn I still feel bereft. That look on Loki's face that they left us with HURT MY SOUL. (And also I was there (kind of) for Supernatural at the very end and shit went down two episodes before the finale and DID NOT GET ADEQUATELY RESOLVED and I'm not gonna say I was traumatized because that's dramatic, these are tv shows, but I'm a milder version of traumatized. I've been burned by bad endings that started two episodes before the end before.) And I'm just really upset about seeing Loki in pain in general (don't get me wrong, DO IT, it gives me writing ideas and hurts really good, but ouch), and the comics seem to be implying some worrying shit coming down the pipe for my boi, so I don't like shit happening from both ends. I DON'T HAVE THE CAPACITY TO HANDLE IT, Y'ALL!!

I feel like we're going to restart the clock next ep, but I DON'T KNOW HOW WE'RE GONNA DO THAT. The Loom (or timeline, I'm gonna get to this thought in a post tomorrow) exploded without any time for the main six to turn back the clock.

I haven't talked about it much on here, because I don't want to address a rumor and I don't want to believe it, but I have been dreading episode 5 since ep 1 because of Mobius and the Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Spoiler. If you don't know what I'm talking about, I'm very suspicious of this rumor and also a little superstitious of looking at it head-on because I don't want it to be real, so unfortunately you're gonna have to go into the lokius tag yourself to see if you can find it. It might also be in the Mobius tag. There is ONE good-ish possibility for this possible spoiler if it's legit, and it would be that it might prove one of my theories (plus maybe something else if they do it justice, but I don't have too much confidence they will), but either way it kind of upsets lokius and I'm not thrilled by that. I have a theory that's coming tomorrow that could have this happen while still giving us lokius endgame, but given how much time is left in the season I'm not very confident so I'm just gonna sit here for the next few days and pray it was a troll.

Also: "oh no" is a code phrase I've started with my friends that has made its way into my personal reaction notes, and now congrats, you've been (unwillingly) witnesses to it now, too. It means "I am starting to ship this and I don't want to-slash-I know I shouldn't, but I am." And (yike) if you recall this showed up on the reaction about Sylvie jumping into the lokius bickering. I'M NOT SAYING that I ship sylkius. I'M NOT SAYING that I'm GOING TO ship sylkius. I'm just saying I had THOUGHTS when she did that and I didn't love the thoughts I had. I think episode 4 of season one was when I started shipping lokius, though, so...fuck. (It should be noted that 90% of the time I go "oh no" just in general, though, I forget about it pretty quickly afterwards, so statistically it's unlikely.)

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Quick hcs

Gender ones:

Galo is non binary masc

Lio just ids as a man

Meis is fluid non binary fem

Gueira is intersex and mostly calls himself butch

actual history hc and stuff:

Galo's parents are Yoko and Kamina and unlike what happens in Gurren Lagann they do get married and have a kid. Also Kamina is part italian now cause pizzZA

Lio's parents are Nia and Simon and similar to what happens in Gurren Lagann Nia dies first, in front of Lio unfortunately. And the Lio is taken to the Foundation. Simon wasn't home during this and Lio is told that his father was killed too. But in truth Simon is alive and wanders the world looking for his child in all the chaos but eventually dies from an illness a year before the earth is saved. Lio finds this out via Leeron who took Simon in during his final moments. (i have a lot to write about Lio's past and its mostly SAD)

And Leeron, of course, knew Yoko and Kamina so Leeron is now Lio and Galo's gay uncle lmao

If you've never seen Gurren Lagann dont worry about it.

Gueira grew up with lots of medical issues and became burnish in a fit of rage when he was told he couldnt follow his dreams of playing football due to ableist reasons. His explosion unfortunately took down his familys house so he rans away and was ultimately captured by Freeze Force and taken to the Foundation. After a couple years in the foundation being horribly experimented on Gueira's flames grew stronger and he managed to escape.

His goal was to find hope and meaning to becoming burnish and love somewhere and he thought if he just kept traveling in one direction he might find it. He went from Florida and moved west.

Once in Texas somewhere and storm happened and he went to find shelter in a barn. Meis comes across him and it was their family's barn. Gueira had been through it already in his travels of joining one burnish group only to have to disperse and lose some due to Freeze Force's attacks. Meis lets him stay secretly in the barn for a week. After Gueira witnesses some abuse from Meis father towards Meis he tries to convince Meis to leave with him. Theyre reluctant at first Meis isn't burnish just yet. One night Meis father catches Gueira and calls Freeze Force on him. Gueira is shot with frozen cuffs and is about to be loaded into the truck when Meis grabs him and they both ride off on horseback (cliché style) Meis doesnt turn burnish yet till theyre both off on their own after fleeing. Meis starts sobbing about abandoning their Mother and sister to the abuse of their father. As theyre crying their tears turn to flames. A year later is when both Gueria and Meis are now leaders of a Mad Burnish group.

If you listen to Ethel Cain's Thoroughfare and imagine Gueira and Meis with me pplease..

" And he said, "It's been a long damn time since I left Florida No one left to leave and no one left to love But now that I met you, I finally know just where I'm headin' "

After the movie events they both try to find their family's whereabouts. Meis learns his family wants nothing to do with them. Gueira does find his twin sister, and she ends up marrying the pizza boy from the movie hehe.

Meis and Gueria both got married several different ways and times over the years of meeting but everytime it was Gueira asking and Meis being various versions of 'lolok' to 'yes of course!' One year after the movies events, during new years Meis plans to propose to Gueira. Lio helps plan it and they go to the desert onto a cliff side to witness the citys fireworks from afar. Meis writes a song for Gueira, sings it to him as Lio films (knowing whats about to happen) and Meis proposes in the song. Gueira tackle hugs Meis almost off the side of the cliff and just cries for 5 minutes and forgets to actually say yes til Lio screams at him to answer. All three then light their own fireworks (no one tells Galo) and reminisce bout being burnish, cry, laugh and drink about it. Lio promises to officiate Meis and Gueira's wedding.

Lio drunk calls Galo, who is at work and very busy because during new years everyone is setting irresponsible fires, tells him the news and drunkenly flirts with Galo (they arent together yet) Galo reluctantly hangs up on Lio but not before getting their location. And hours later when the fireworks and fires in the city have calmed for a moment, Galo goes to where Lio called and finds them three passed out in a tent together from drinking so much. Galo drives them all home.

I wrote too much again.

GNIGHT its 230 am

[write-feel-live-love]

Welcome to the Happiness Project

So I don't know if you're familiar with Gretchen Rubin, but she has this thing called the Happiness Project. She also has a great podcast called Happier. I highly recommend it.

Anyway, if you want to learn more about her, go for it. I'm writing about my own Happiness Project, based off of hers. The gist of it is that you need to pick a theme per month (some aspect of self-improvement) and then pick mini goals to achieve that lead you closer to that theme.

So here's my first entry:

Month #1: Heal

I learned in therapy recently that I have been depressed for 6 years. Yes, this was news to me. I'm apparently really good at denial. Like.. Pro Level. Even more recently I discovered I've been depressed since I was 12. Again, Pro Level of denial.

I've always been someone to take my labels seriously and when I heard this news, I spiraled for a hot minute. I didn't know how to adjust this new label into my current life: Mother. Wife. Teacher. Where does Pro Level Depression Denier fall?

So I decided maybe it was time to step back and heal. Before I get too deep, you need to know one thing. It's been almost a year since I had my second child and post-partum depression/ anxiety has kicked my ass.

Goal #1: Start a new vitamin to combat the hair loss that my beautiful baby caused. Surprisingly, this one might actually be working. I showered tonight and not nearly as much hair fell out of my head as usual. Still could have been a wig for a small doll, but we're getting there!

Goal #2: Do a session of yoga or walk on the treadmill for 15 minutes every night. This one has also gone surprisingly well. I've only missed one might when depression hit a little harder than normal. But with the support of my fantastic husband, we got back on track the next night. Again, I started this project mid-way through March so this might not actually be THAT impressive, BUT I have 2 children under the age of 5. I think it's a pretty fucking great start.

Goal #3: Continue to work on banishing oil. I'm working my way into a new religious path. Part of which values protection. Right now, I'm working on banishing negativity from my life. Hence, banishing oil. Currently basking in the moon light charging up so I can actually use it in a ritual this week. (P.S.- No judgment please, I'm not here for it.)

Goal #4: Make Spring Break plans! I'm a teacher. I'm a burnt out teacher. Who has two small children I still have to watch over Spring Break because I created them and am responsible for them. Hence, we need to get the fuck out of the house next week or I'm going to go fucking crazy.

Goal #5: Identify the Top 3 things bugging the crap out of me at work (bonus if you can make a plan to work on them). I'll be honest here. I haven't gotten to this one yet. Work is hard right now. State testing is upon us, the kids know Spring Break is coming. Every one is burnt out and checked out. I still have a week left of March. I got time!

Goal #6: Make a list of the things that make me feel sexy. My sex life is in the trash. Post-partum and regular depression have taken my will to bone. I used to be a machine. So, to combat this, I need to find what makes me feel sexy again. So far, and pathetically, clothes have been it. Until I thought about it, and realized that somehow dancing also works. I need to give this some more thought, but yeah. We're getting there.

Last Minute Goal #7: 24 for 24. Also stolen from Gretchen Rubin. As indicated by the disclaimer. This one is last minute. So I don't have an update for this yet. It's coming.

So yeah. If you've read this, thanks. If not, it's all good. This is more for me than for anybody else anyway. I've been told that if you want to be a writer, write. I used to write all the time to express my thoughts and learn how I really feel. (Kind of informs the name of this blog, which I'll explain some day.) So here I am. Writing to figure out who this new person is, if the old me is in here somewhere, and how those two people are going to get along for the rest of my life.

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[radiant-reid]

I love the hot wife blurbs so could you do one where reader and spencer go to a hightschool reunion

Spencer loathed high school. They were some of the worst years of his life when he felt completely alone.

So it made sense that he'd refuse to go to high school reunions, seeing kids that were 5 years older than him and much further ahead in their lives. The last and only time he went- a five-year reunion- most of his graduating class had spouses, and some kids, and he was still the young weirdo dedicated to school. So he left fifteen minutes in.

This time, for the 20th anniversary of their graduation, Y/n had seen the e-vite before Spencer could delete it and she wraps her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder and her body against his back. "Come on." She pleads. "We've got to go."

"But I hate reunions." He complains. "Everyone uses them to brag."

"Yeah, and?" She prompts. "You've got lots to brag about since you last went. Husband, dad, profiler." He's proud of all those things, immensely, but he still shakes his head. "Even if it's horrible and we leave five minutes into it, we'll have a weekend alone in Las Vegas." She tries to persuade him. "No baby, no BAU. Just us with alcohol, casinos, and hookers."

Spencer snorts with laughter. "I've never solicited a prostitute."

"Morgan tells a different story." She mumbles.

"It was a lapdance." He reminds her with a groan. It's a story Morgan's been twisting for years. "Which he paid for, too, by the way... she just offered more."

"We're going." She affirms. "And we're going to have so much fun. Pinky promise." She holds out her pinky finger in front of him and he kisses it.

~

It's at a private backyard space with a bar, probably somewhere designed for weddings, and she picked out the best dress she owns. She can tell he's a little nervous, squeezing her hand tightly. "Hey, it'll be fine, Spence. You've done more than enough to be proud of." She reminds him.

He's grateful for it, especially when he notices some of his tormentors from years ago while they're getting drinks. Unfortunately, they notice him too even though he looks very different from how he did at 12 or 18, and one's brave enough to walk over, offering out his hand to shake Spencer's.

Spencer accepts it even though he: one, hates handshakes, and two, hates Carlton Williams. "Spencer, right? How are you doing, man? I feel like we haven't seen you in years."

Spencer's shocked he bothered looking for him, but someone who peaked in high school is bound to want to see and laugh at the successes of his victim.

"Yeah, I've been busy with my work at the FBI," Spencer states factually, although it sounds like bragging.

"You?" Carlton scoffs like he can't believe it. It's jealousy, ugly jealousy. "In the FBI?"

Spencer shuts down at the insecurities, and Y/n steps up. "I'm Y/n Reid. His wife." She introduces herself.

"No shit? I thought you were just someone he rented for the night." He replies. "Was going to ask for the agency."

She keeps her cool despite how rude his comment is and holds out her hand, displaying the big rock. It's hard for anyone not to gawk at it. "Yeah, it pays to not peak in high school." She informs him.

After Carlton decides he's been humiliated enough, he leaves the couple alone.

"I'm sorry he's such a dick." Spencer apologizes.

"We can always frame him for murder, you know?" She offers. "Or get Penelope to put his house on Craigslist for way below its value."

Spencer laughs, nodding slightly. "Yeah, let's."

[bestfriend491]

Realizations

|Request Number 4.

Okoye x Female Reader

Summary: Seeing you with her nieces makes Okoye realise a thing or two about what she wants for the future.

Requested by anonymous

Fluff

Warnings: None

Okoye took off some of her heavier armour, packing it into her bag as she got ready to leave the training room. 

"Do you have somewhere to be?" Ayo's voice echoed across to Okoye as she approached, probably getting ready to start her training session. 

Okoye nodded, knowing that she had to rush home to shower and change so that she could go back to her home village, where there was a gathering happening. 

"My cousin Koriba just had a new baby a few weeks ago and we're having a ceremony in her celebration. Y/n is already there and I don't know if she's really equipped to handle all of that by herself so I need to rush there before my family destroys her." Okoye said bluntly, but smiling, knowing that you loved being around her family and that you could hold your own around them. 

Ayo smiled too, knowing that Okoye was joking. 

"That's the first gathering there since you announced your engagement. Are you sure YOU'RE equipped to handle all of that? All those questions on what your future plans are." Ayo laughed a bit, looking at Okoye roll her eyes at that thought. Standing up, Okoye took a deep and encouraging breath.

"They're my family, I think I can handle them." 

She then lifted her head up and made her way out. 

The weather for the day was sunny as always, the morning heat not having fully settled in yet, and it was still strangely quiet.

Okoye took a shortcut towards your shared home, one that the two of you had found through a forest on one of your first dates after moving in. 

The world seemed to go a bit slower in the morning, something that Okoye liked about night shift duties. She could take her time absorbing the beauty that was Wakanda when she was finished. It was a message from you, reminding her to take the presents that you had spent all night wrapping with her when she left home. 

She sent a quick response back, slightly rushing when she saw how late it was getting. 

The ceremony started at 12 and it was nearing 11. Her mom would give her an ear full if she was late, her constant need for punctuality being something that the entire family had to accommodate. 

She entered your home and quickly took a shower, rummaging around for her clothes as she checked the time, seeing that she had 45 minutes to walk all the way there. She rushed to get everything else done, choosing to wear shoes that she could run in because there was no way she would make it there on time by walking. 

Not forgetting to take the gifts, she left the house in a bit of an unorganized state, running through the shortcut once again before heading towards the Border-Lands. 

There was no time to look at her surroundings this time, the brushing of her feet to the ground being the only thing that mattered. 

She picked up the pace several times when she seemed to be going too slow, and by the time she got there, she thanked her Dora Milaje training for not having patches of sweat dripping down her clothes. 

She had chosen to go straight to her cousin's house, not too far from her own childhood home. 

As she finally arrived to see a crowd around the front, she checked the time to see that she had just barely made it, sparing herself by 5 minutes. Her feeling of victory didn't last long, as her mother approached her, emerging from the crowd that chanted a familiar song while they danced. 

"You're late, Okoye." She said, coming in to hug her daughter. 

"No, I'm 5 minutes early actually, Ma." She said, reciprocating the hug. Her mother scoffed, "It always amazes me how your future wife is always here hours before anyone else and yet you are always late" She questioned Okoye sarcastically, receiving an eye roll from the woman.

"I see you've picked a favourite, mother." 

"Apparently so." Her mother responded with a laugh. She directed Okoye past the crowd of family members and into the home, where there was a table full of gifts for the celebration. 

Okoye couldn't help but hope that no one else had brought the same things that you and her had. The two of you had saved for months just to get everything for your gifts just right and she knew that you would be less than pleased if anyone else had the same things. 

Thinking of you. She realised that she hadn't seen you yet. She left the house to go and find you, not seeing you in the crowd of people dancing around her cousin and her baby. She greeted her cousin briefly, promising to come back for longer as soon as she found you and things had settled down.

Her cousin nodded, thanking her for not adding to the overwhelming amount of people surrounding her. 

The ceremony was beautiful, one of the best that her family had hosted in a while. Okoye would confidently bet that this was because of you. 

You had a knack for event planning and this was the first real opportunity that you had to plan one. 

"MY LOVE!" Okoye turned swiftly to see you approaching her, dressed in the most beautiful traditional outfit she had ever seen. 

She had seen that outfit countless times, and she too was wearing the matching outfit to it but seeing it on your body made her heart pound.

She walked towards you and the two of you met halfway, kissing gently before she hugged you softly. "You look amazing." She whispered, kissing the nape of your neck. You moved her off of you slightly, not wanting to bring too much attention to the both of you.

You replied,"Thank you." and proceeded to take her hand and kiss it. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, to absorb your act of affection. 

"Did you get here on time?" You asked her. 

"Yes, but mother is adamant that I was late. She was ready to go on a whole tangent about the entire thing." 

You laughed at that, knowing how Okoye's mother could be sometimes. The two of you stood in silence for a bit, before you prompted her to move around to the back where the kids were. 

"I've been hiding here with the kids for a while. Too many people asking me for details about the wedding that I haven't even thought of yet. Come with me." You stated, moving past the crowd of at least 7 kids. Most of them were distant nieces and nephews, but Okoye could easily recognize most of her close cousins' kids. 

She nodded as you spoke, understanding why you were hiding. It felt like everybody wanted to be involved in the planning of your wedding even though it wasn't happening for at least 6 more months. Weddings couldn't just happen, they needed thorough planning, and you'd only been engaged for 3 months. You only had the basics agreed upon so the rush of questions were always a bit overwhelming. 

She walked with you until suddenly you stopped and gestured for Okoye to keep quiet.

"What are you doing?" 

"Watch this." You said, explaining absolutely nothing.

Almost instantly, you lifted your head to make this strange sound that Okoye didn't even know you could make out into the open. She raised both eyebrows, looking around to see what in Bast's name you were summoning. 

After a few seconds, she heard the same sound coming from a distance. It was softer and higher pitched but it was the same growl. 

You repeated the process, slowly moving towards the sound as Okoye reluctantly followed. 

It was only when Okoye saw the figure that sat behind a rock that she felt a bit relieved. 

It was Koriba's oldest daughter, Zezi.

You went up to the rock, and knocked on it. 

"Hello. Is anyone here?" You asked into the open. 

"No." Came Zezi's voice. Okoye could tell that the little girl had been crying. 

"Really…" you continued. "I could have sworn that the great Zezi of the Border Tribe was around here somewhere. Her aunts just wanted to pay her a visit. We even bought sweets." You took out a bag of sweets from nowhere dangling them for her to see.

This got the 6 year old to open up, sighing as she welcomed both you and Okoye into her space. 

Just as Okoye had suspected, Zezi had fresh tear stains on her face. You immediately sat down on the ground next to her, Okoye choosing to go and sit on the opposite side. 

"What's wrong, Zezi?" Okoye asked as she rubbed the girls back. Tears had started to fall again. 

The girl was usually so happy, Okoye couldn't even think of something that would cause her to be this upset. 

You seemed to know instantly, "It's Zimi's arrival isn't it? Are you struggling with being a big sister?" You asked. The girl nodded, looking down in shame. 

You all sat there for a while as Zezi let out more tears. You lifted the child, moving to sit next to Okoye with her stationed on your lap. 

"Being a big sister is hard, you know." You started. Which prompted Zezi and Okoye to look at you. 

"Have I ever told you the story of when my brother was born." She shook her. 

She knew your brother well, as your families were very close, but she had never seen anything but you loving him so she guessed that that was what was expected from her as a sibling. 

You let her get comfortable on your lap. 

"It was a long time ago. I was around your age, living a happy life with my Mama and Baba. I remember thinking that nothing could ruin our perfect life. Until one day, my parents bought this scrunchy, shrivelled up, loud thing back home." The girls couldn't help but laugh at your story, seeing where this was heading. 

"My Mama came to me and told me that this thing was a part of the family now. That he was my little brother and I ought to love him just like her and Baba soon enough. But me, I was in shock." You threw your arms in the air as you told the story. "How on Earth was I supposed to love that tiny monster that had wrecked my perfect life!  All he did was scream, and cry, and demand things, and I was expected to love him. I cried many days and nights thinking about having to love him. For months I just couldn't find myself feeling an ounce of love for him." 

"It was only when my Mama sat me down one day when he wasn't as loud, and allowed me to look at his peaceful state that I realised something." 

"What did you realise?!" Zezi asked eagerly. 

"I realised that I couldn't love him. I hated him." 

"Wait WHAT?!" Okoye interjected, not seeing how this was going to help the crying girl. 

"Shh, Okoye. You're ruining it." You said before continuing. 

"As I was saying, I realised that I hated him. I wanted him gone so that I could get my old life back, and I told my mother exactly that. That night, she took him to be with my grandmother for the weekend, and pretended that she had sent him back forever and I couldn't help but feel upset."

"She had sent my brother away without asking me, and now she was all over me, giving me all of the attention that she used to, but it didn't feel good. I cried to her to bring him back. I missed him, as much as he was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. A few hours later, he was back, and I was all over him, thanking Bast that he had returned." You laughed at yourself, thinking about those old memories. It was only when Okoye nudged you to continue that you realised you hadn't really done much to soothe the child. 

"The thing that I really realised was that I did like him in some ways, even though I was still very reluctant to use the word love. He was my brother, and although he was annoying, I still enjoyed him being around. Luckily, my Mama and Baba realised the problem and started paying me more attention again. And my aunts and uncles came to visit more and they played with me when my parents were busy. I had a new life, one that was busier but I could still feel the love that was all around me." You finished your story, hugging a calmer Zezi. 

"What I want you to see is that we are here, we see you and we love you. I can talk to your Ma for you  and make sure that she still makes sure that you feel her love. Things are changing, but Aunt Okoye and I are still going to be here to pester you like usual." Okoye smiled at this, joining in on the hug as you all had a good laugh. 

Once you had finished, you stood up from the rock, you holding Zezi on your shoulders as you sang your way closer to the celebration. 

"Now what was that funny sound the two of you made earlier?" Okoye finally asked. 

That prompted a very unserious conversation.

"Okay, let's not do that!" Okoye directed the kids that were making a complete mockery of the move she had just demonstrated. 

It was a few hours later, when more people had arrived and more kids were there. 

Okoye, with Zezi right by her side, was teaching the kids a few training moves, something she did quite often. 

You were observing to make sure that nobody got carried away, not being able to move and join because an aunt was having a very intense conversation with you about the wedding. 

You rolled your eyes at the woman, who was asking about your honeymoon already, as if you had the wedding fully planned out. 

Okoye laughed at your expression as she continued talking to the kids. 

It was only when Koriba called her over that she stopped and told the kids to be careful, as she went inside her cousin's house. 

"Come to meet her." Koriba said, referring to Zimi, the newest addition to the family. 

Okoye was quick to go and wash her hands before following her into the room that held a crib. 

Inside the crib was the baby, who looked exactly like her older sister. Koriba took her out of her crib, gesturing for Okoye to hold her. 

Reluctantly she did, not being as comfortable with babies as with kids. She was always scared of hurting them by even breathing the wrong way. Once she was settled in Okoye's arms, Okoye couldn't help but be in awe.

"She's beautiful." She declared, looking up at her cousin. 

"Thank you." She replied. 

"What's it been like?" Okoye asked, getting the conversation with her favourite cousin going. 

"Hard. Two kids are harder to handle than 1. Zezi is struggling a lot too." Koriba sighed at the thought of her eldest daughter struggling to adjust.

"I reckoned. Y/n and I saw her crying earlier. But don't worry, Y/n pulled her aunty magic and Zezi's fine now. I think it will be better going forward." 

Koriba let out another sigh, one of relief now. "Y/n the life saver." She declared, earning a laugh from her cousin. 

As if you were summoned, you came inside the room with Zezi by your side. 

"Lifesaver is a bit of a strong description but thank you." You said. You turned to Zezi, prompting her to step forward to speak.

"Aunty Y/n said that I can hold Zimi with her if I wanted to." She said and Koriba raised her head looking at you in shock at the request, as Zezi had refused all contact with the baby since she was born. 

"Of course, ngelosi yam (my angel)." Koriba said, which gave Okoye the confidence to hand the infant back to her. 

You went to sit on a wide sofa in the room, helping Zezi get onto your lap, before Koriba allowed her to hold her sibling, even though you were doing most of the work, supporting Zimi's head and most of her body. 

She took the time to take a few pictures with her beads, cherishing the special moment. All Okoye could do was watch in amazement at how well you handled both children at the same time. 

She couldn't help but feel a few butterflies in her stomach as she watched the exchange. The way that you were so comfortable handling both the infant and the little girl, while still comfortably engaging in conversation with Koriba. 

Okoye couldn't keep her eyes off of you and those kids. Her imagination led her into many realms, ones where it was your own kids that you were holding. 

It was only when Koriba led her to the next room as you stayed watching Zezi and Zimi bond when she snapped out of it. 

"Did I just see your ovaries twitch for the first time in your life?" Koriba said snakily. Okoye snapped her head in her direction, not having expected such accusations to be posed.

"What are you talking about?" 

"I'm talking about the baby fever look you just gave your fiancée." 

"Well then why did you say it like that the first time? That was weird." Okoye tried to change the subject. 

"Either way, I'm correct. You didn't even deny the baby-fever part." Koriba laughed as she poked Okoye all over, trying to annoy her. 

"Don't get ahead of yourself. You just have extremely beautiful children" She retorted. 

"Thank you, but still. I know what I just saw Okoye. And I've been seeing it for a couple of months too. Everytime you see her with kids you melt like a puddle. And in public too! That's not something you usually do, umzala (cousin)." 

Okoye couldn't defend herself with that one. 

She didn't even know why these feelings popped up so suddenly. It just felt like the moment she saw you with kids for the first time, it just clicked for her. It was like she knew exactly what she wanted for the two of you. But it was still not something she was comfortable sharing, not even with her cousin. 

"There's nothing wrong with having those feeling, Okoye. You're getting married to her soon. Why wouldn't kids be on your mind?" Koriba said, recognizing the hesitancy in Okoye's face. 

"I don't know if she wants that for us." 

She sighed at this. "I know she wants that. It's all she ever talks about. She's just extremely similar to you in the sense that she hates talking about what she wants to thepeople that need to hear it. You two are so frustrating sometimes but  I see why you are so compatible." 

Okoye became less tense at this, not completely at ease as vulnerability wasn't her strong suit but she was still relieved to know that that was a possibility for the two of you. 

She wasn't sure if it would be something that happened anytime soon, or if it would be in the far future- conversations would have to ensue. But the days events ensured that she knew a few things. 

Firstly, you would be the better parent between the two of you, but you'd probably never allow her to think that outloud. This wouldn't stop her from doing her best though.

Secondly, she would do anything to protect the state of health that your relationship was in, because she wanted so badly to have you forever. If she could she would marry you on the spot.

And finally, she wanted a family, and she wanted it only with you. 

"Okay. Maybe you're right." She said smiling.

"When am I not?" Koriba shot back, ruining the moment once again. 

Author's Note: A request with Okoye and Kids. Immediately yes. That's all. Enjoy your day.

[jellifysh]

Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part two)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)

Ot7 x reader (slow burn, roommates au, fluff, jimin doesn't like you oops)

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You ended up coming just before dinner time the next day. The sky had darkened early, clouded over with rain at just 5 in the afternoon. It was thundering so loud, Namjoon almost didn't hear the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it!" He called out, hopping up from his seat in the living room. He took off work for this, not knowing when you'd get here but wanting to be there to welcome you. He'd have asked you how close you were through text, but it still felt too weird, even though he'd be seeing you face to face soon anyways.

Namjoon let out a shaky breath, getting ready to swing open the door. He didn't know what he would say to you after 'hello!' and 'come in!'. Luckily, that issue was forgotten about when he finally opened the door to see you soaking wet.

"Whoa!" He exclaimed, quickly ushering you in, moving aside to make space for the suitcases you had in each hand. "Did you get that soaked just from walking up from the driveway?" He grabbed your remaining bags and swung the door closed, giving you space to stand on the doormat rather than track water into the house.

"No," You sighed. "My car broke down half a mile back so I got my stuff out and walked the rest of the way." Finally somewhere warm and dry, you relaxed a bit, placing your purse on a suitcase. You had more luggage than you thought you would, or maybe your suitcases were just tiny. Mismatched and worn out from years of use, the bags carried the only remaining things you owned now.

Namjoon's face warped into shock and concern, stepping towards you and keeping himself at the last minute from touching your arm, crossing his arms instead. "What? Why didn't you tell me? I would've driven to get you--"

"It wasn't more than like ten minutes, it's fine. After that long drive, I needed to stretch my legs." You stuck out a leg as if to prove your point, done fidgeting with your things and facing him fully.

"Still though, you can't just leave your car, I can call to get it towed and repaired?"

"You can if you want, but it's a lemon anyways, it was bound to break down soon. I was trying to get a new one but well, my life's been sucky lately." A sarcastic chuckle left you, reflecting on the moments that led you here.

A long silence stretched out between you. Namjoon looked at you, really looked at you. Your warm brown eyes were still the same after all these years, tired but still comforting, or maybe Namjoon just missed them that much. He felt he was suffocating under the weight of all he wanted to say. He thought about what he might do, might say when he saw you again and now he was blanking.

You were even prettier than he remembered, the static image of you smiling in the sunlight incomparable to the way you looked now, even wet and miserable, with water rolling down your cheeks, flushed from the cold.

Footsteps approached. "Was it them at the door?" Jin called, entering the foyer, drying his hands on a kitchen towel. Jin's eyes landed on you, and if Namjoon hadn't known him so well he wouldn't have noticed the slight shock on his face. "So it was. Nice to meet you, I'm Seokjin." Jin tucked the towel into a random pocket on his apron that had 'Kiss the Cook' spelled out across it, and stuck his hand out for a shake.

Namjoon watched your eyebrows raise in surprise and remembered he didn't exactly mention how many people he lived with. "I'm Y/n, it's so nice to meet you, thank you so much for letting me stay here, I'm so sorry for any disturbance I've caused." You rambled on, bowing repeatedly, and Jin had to physically grab your shoulder to stop you.

"Honey, it's fine, okay? You're important to Namjoon, so you're important to us. Now, come eat, I'm sure you've come a long way. Do you like kimchi fried rice or lamb skewers?" Jin smiled, trying to be welcoming, and led you down the hallway by the hand still on your shoulder.

Jin wasn't expecting much out of this guest. Namjoon had described them as an old friend. He hadn't mentioned that they were a girl or that they would be coming with what had to be at least a month or two's worth of clothing. He didn't mention that they were gorgeous either, hair curling more from the rain and nose round and cute.

You had soft eyelashes that seemed to flutter everytime you blinked, and even with your clothes being soaked through, you were still warm under Jin's palm. Jin blinked, suddenly realizing you were dripping wet.

"Oh my goodness, you're totally soaked. Let me show you to your room first and you can freshen up, dinner won't be ready for a while anyways. It's just this way."

Jin showed you your room, plain and underdecorated, but still dripping with class, and told you to take your time. When you eventually walked out, deciding there was no more freshening to be done, you try to retrace your steps to the kitchen Jin was leading you to before.

Looking around the house as you did so, you realized the large estate was decidedly not decorated by Namjoon. Not entirely anyway. There were touches here and there. A lopsided clay duck. Rustic wood paneling accents that reminded you of the old tree house Namjoon and you used to go to when you wanted your parents to leave you alone.

(You wonder if he thought of that when he saw these too.)

But mostly it was all different from his tastes. It almost looked uncoordinated. A bright pink wall here. A dark green reading nook there. Black and white accents and minimalist furniture contrasted with the sprawling mess of knickknacks across the fireplace. It looked lived in.

Home.

Not yours, but it'll be comfy in the meantime. You've never been particularly partial to any one type of decor anyways.

You eventually found the kitchen, one of the only not cluttered spaces, a large clean sleek area, outfitted with the newest in kitchen technology. Your old apartment had a white fridge and an oven with stubborn oil stains.

"Hey. You're back! We were just waiting on you." The man from earlier greeted, turning away from a pot on the stove. Seokjin? "Everything is ready but the pie, I'm just watching it. If you wanna go out and take a seat, you can, I'll bring out all the food in a moment." He smiled warmly at you, a wave of domestic energy rolling off him with the apron and the flour marks on his cheeks. When he turned back around to look at the oven, you could see a flour handprint on the butt of his grey sweats.

Just past that was the dining room, where more people were seated. It was filled with people, all sitting and laughing. Another tall man, much more baby faced, with hair half tied back that fluttered over his eyes, was rushing back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room. He was wearing an identical apron to to the man who had escorted you earlier, except on his, someone had taken a black marker and crossed out the C, replacing it with a K so it now said 'Kiss the Kook'.

"Oh," someone finally took notice of you, waving a hand high above his head in welcome. "Hi there! Come in, sit, we were just about to eat!" The man smiled, and you were sure if a sunflower could talk, you were looking right at it.

Everyone turned to you as you did so, realizing their guest was finally here. And like usual, you tried to ignore the attention, ducking your head and averting your eyes as you slipped into the room.

It hadn't slipped your notice that every person here was gorgeous. They were all in casual lounge wear, although you could recognize the designer labels' logos, and looked like models even in just shirts and sweatpants. It didn't surprise you that Namjoon found equally gorgeous people to surround himself with.

There was someone though, soft and yet sharp looking, staring you down from across the table. "It's nice to finally meet Namjoon's friend," they smiled, eyes turning into cute half moons, but it felt inauthentic. "I'm Jimin, Namjoon's boyfriend. Hah, well, we're all Namjoon's boyfriends." He chuckled, turning away to play with Namjoon's hair, then cutting his eyes back to you.

Huh.

You were thrown off, not by the six boyfriends thing, because honestly who wouldn't want six hot boyfriends, but more by the feeling that he was... staking his claim? In a way. The all-too-casual mentioning of him being Namjoon's and the hostility behind that smile was off-putting, but you smiled back anyways, as genuine as you could.

"That's fantastic, I'm so glad you all have each other. Your house is lovely as well, you can really tell that while all your tastes are different they really mesh." You gestured vaguely to the room past the doorway, trying to bring the conversation back to neutral ground.

"Y/nie was going to school for design." Namjoon smiled warmly, mentioning to the rest of the people in the kitchen for context. "What was it, fashion? Interior?"

"Both. But, uh, I didn't finish." You rolled a curl of your hair around your finger.

"A pity." Jimin said, no sympathy in his tone at all.

"I like fashion too," a man next to you piped up, his voice much deeper than you expected for someone with such a youthful energy. "And design. I'm glad you like the house, me and Jiminie did a lot of it. Did you like the paintings in front?" He blinked at you, like he was trying see past your skin into your soul.

You nodded excitedly. "I did, they're so gorgeous. Was I hallucinating or was that an authentic Kusama?"

His face lit up when he smiled. "It was! It was a gift from my parents, they're art curators." He said proudly.

"That's incredible, even so, aren't pieces like that, like, thousands of dollars?"

"Well, that's not hard for us to come by." Jimin interjected, sipping from a wine glass. Namjoon elbowed him, silently hissing at him to be nice.

The conversation halted. You took a sip from your water after a long silence. Well, that confirmed one thing. Jimin definitely didn't like you.

The man next to you discreetly poked your side. "I'm Taehyung." He whispered, but it was still loud, diffusing the awkward tension. You nodded to serve as a 'nice to meet you', a small smile slipping out.

The man across from you piped up. "Ah, if we're doing introductions, I'll go next. I'm Jung Hoseok, but you might know me better as J-Hope!"

You blinked.

"Pfft," a snicker from across the table. A pale man with jet black hair was laughing at the failed introduction, leaning into Namjoon's other side as if it was only natural. "She definitely has no idea who any of us are. Most of our fans would've fainted by now. Tell me, what's my name?" He turned to you smugly, eyebrow raised in challenge.

You opened your mouth then closed it again, and then finally said. "Yeah, no, you're right. I have no idea. Are you guys famous or something?"

"Kind of. Hoseokie, or Hobi, as we call him, is a pretty well known dancer and rapper, he co-owns a dance studio with Jimin downtown called Hope World that has tons of members. It's regarded as pretty prestigious." Namjoon explained to you.

"It is prestigious," Jimin cut in. "We only train the best dancers."

"Buuuuut, we're thinking about opening up some beginners classes. And, the man at the end is Min Yoongi, he's a pretty famous producer, he and Joonie co-own Genius Labs Records." Hoseok praised, reaching over Jimin to slap Namjoon on the back.

"Ohh, I've heard of that, your music is incredible." You gushed. You really did think so, like you said, you knew about Namjoon's success and some of your old friends really loved them, and one would always gush to you about Genius Labs being the inspiration for their music.

"I know." The man at the end-- Yoongi, you corrected yourself-- said nonchalantly, though his cheeks had begun to take up a blush.

You laughed at that, the duality not being something you expected, but you were slowly but surely putting together the personalities of the people you were going to be living with.

They all seemed so kind, you hated inconveniencing them like this. You could even understand where Jimin's hostility was coming from, having to share a house with some random person because your boyfriend said so would drive you crazy, too.

From now on, you would make sure to not disturb them or their usual routine. You just needed a place to eat and sleep, no need to bother them too.

"Alright, dishes are ready!" Jin said, coming into the kitchen with the other man trailing behind him, both of their arms stocked up with dishes.

"Ah, you know Jin, but this is Jungkookie." Namjoon caught the doe eyed boy by the apron, patting his arm.

"Hi," he mumbled, rushing back into the kitchen, barely glancing at you.

"He's our baby, he's 25 now, but I still remember when he was 16 and eating all my food." Jin added, dramatically sliding into the seat at the end of the table, and next to you. When Jungkook came in again, done rushing around, he settled in next to Taehyung, a seat away from you.

"Wow, if he's a baby at 25, what does that make me? I'm 24." You giggled.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, but you're turning 25 soon right? In December? She's only a couple months younger than Jungkook." Namjoon explained.

"Really? You're younger than I am?" Jungkook tilted his head forward to look at you past Taehyung.

"I guess she should be calling you oppa," Yoongi joked. "She'd be the first."

"I'm only a couple months younger."

"Does she even speak Korean?" Jimin asked, staring at you dubiuosly.

"I do actually. I'm half Korean, on my mothers side."

Jimin hummed at that, paying more attention to his plate than anything you said.

People had started serving themselves, but you, too unsure to take some until everyone had taken some first, sat quietly. Jin noticed and grabbed your plate for you, telling it was fine and he'd make sure you 'got all the good stuff'.

"So, tell us your story, how do you and Namjoon know each other?" Hobi, a fitting name for the living sunflower, said excitedly.

"Oh, we're just old friends," you shrugged. You figured it would be best to skip the tragic-- if you could call it that-- love story between you and him in front of his boyfriends. "We grew up together."

"Really? Joon's never mentioned you." Jimin said, biting into a baby carrot. He didn't see to be someone who shied away from eye contact, staring you down.

"I wouldn't be surprised, we didn't really leave off on the best terms." You said, dancing around the topic again.

"Really, why?" Jimin didn't give you a second to rest.

"We had a falling out." More avoidance as you watched Jin load up your plate.

"That's way too vague, come on. What really happened?" He gave another fake smile, picking up that there was a reason that you were uncomfortable talking about.

"We broke up." Namjoon finally said.

Jimin dropped the baby carrot, and you watched it roll away on the floor and wished you could do the same.

"Oh? You two were... something? Again sorry for being so confused, Namjoon really hasn't said a thing about you." Venom poured out of his tone at this point, and you were really just wondering about how to deescalate the situation.

"Jimin please." Namjoon said, grabbing his hand.

"I'm just stating a fact--"

"Its fine, honestly. It was mutual, we weren't really good for each other and I was moving away. Sometimes relationships just end." You added, trying to show everyone just how little your past relationship with Namjoon matters now.

Well, to him anyways.

"Annnyways! You never answered me earlier, do you like lamb skewers? They're Jungkook and Yoongi's favorites." Jin added, loading extra onto your plate.

You eagerly hopped on the attempt to change the topic. "Yes, I do, and they look delicious. I can't wait to try them!"

The rest of the dinner passed somewhat awkwardly, even after the subject was changed. You had tried to join the conversation but Jimin would always stop talking after you said anything so you just stopped and listened. Honestly, it was more enjoyable than you thought.

They guys got along really well together, conversation flowed like a well oiled machine, everyone knew just what to say at the right time. They really were perfect for each other.

You finished dinner and silently excused yourself, Jin and Namjoon tried to get you to stay and everyone else insisted that it was fine-- well, not everyone-- but you really were exhausted.

You bid everyone goodnight, and laid down in the most comfortable bed you've slept in a while, and promptly knocked out.

[timeless-assassin]

[6 AM]

a/n: before I go to bed, I wanted to drop the Draken one and see how it does! it's not my best or my favorite, but I liked it enough to post it!! I might make another one with a different song for the fun of it, since I love him so much

I suggest you listen to the songs of each title by the way! this one is 6 AM by J Balvin [ft. Farruko], one of my absolute favorite songs.

I do wanna note that despite the pissiness towards Emma, I don't hate her! I certainly may not be her number 1 fan, but she has her moments!

cw: nothing much? just insecurities, slight jealousy, a guy getting a little handsy [please let me know if I miss anything!

ps. don't make fun of my "edit" below, I made it in 5 minutes cause it's 2 am right now... I got school in the morning LMAO

Ryuguji Ken looks absolutely ravishing in his outfit tonight. 

His light gray suit jacket and slacks make his black long sleeve shirt stand out in the best ways. He was more dressed up than usual, which was probably why it had caught your attention almost immediately. 

It was a shame really. Despite hoping for the best and for his attention, you knew that was impossible the second you saw Emma already at the party.

Draken has barely even looked at you since you left your house, hasn’t even said a word since he and Mikey were the last ones out of your house when you had them over for lunch. You truly should have known better, that no matter what you did, someone like you would never catch his eye.

You absentmindedly locked your eyes on Emma and Draken from across the room. They were just standing there yes, but something in you churned when you noticed the way she'd kept clinging to him for the whole time you’d been there. Whole body pressed against his arm, probably nagging him to dance with her or go somewhere private with her. 

Of course you were a little jealous of them, of her, but you held no actual hatred for her. She was just fortunate enough to capture his attention, something you'd been yearning for since you've really known him. Or at least she was confident enough to vie for his affection.

Thing is you knew him before Emma had, and even before Mikey, since elementary. You don’t really remember much from back then since it’s all been a blur, just that your life had gotten so much better since joining the rowdy bunch later on in middle school. You watched them grow up into who they were now, and grew alongside them.

You had met Draken before any of them, you think it might have been around the start of 5th grade. You were sitting away from everyone else, and it wasn’t because you didn’t have friends, but the friends you did have were more interested in doing other things than inviting you to play with them. No matter, you busied yourself by doing homework instead of eating, which had thrown Draken off entirely when he first encountered you. It was your lunch break, you simply had to eat during that time! 

That was what he insisted on constantly. When you refused to because you were too busy, he’d make you put your homework down, insisting you try the food he brought. Once you'd stopped prioritizing your assignments, you joined him wherever he went, and that's how it stayed. Draken always included you in everything he did, and although he wasn’t overly pushy, you knew there was still no chance of refusing him. 

Especially when he asked you to join Toman. You thought that he wouldn’t let you, considering the life of a delinquent was dangerous, but your heart swooned when he told you that not only did he know you could take care of yourself, but also the fact that you would be the safest with him. 

From then on, when not taking care of Mikey, he’d make sure you took care of yourself. That’s why he had left last, he’d been double checking to make sure you’d be okay on your own. He’d offered to wash the dishes, clean up the living room, but you insisted he needed to get ready too. The soft smile he gave you was enough to trick you into thinking he shared your feelings.

You thought that all that time you spent together would have been some indication of his feelings towards you. Especially when there were all those lingering touches and unmentioned stares between the two of you in the past, and now as you were practically grown up.

But you turned your attention back to the pair across the room, and you knew your mind had always been messing with you. Just like every time you thought you saw his eyes sparkle at you. Or every time he’d let you run your hands through his hair. Or every time he’d invite you to go hang out and eat, just the two of you, insisting that he’d take care of you.

You knew it was a bad sign when he’d practically ignored your existence since their drop by your house. Emma, however, probably caught his attention right away, everyone adores her after all. 

And I'm not saying that out of spite, you tried to convince yourself. 

And yet, you scoffed and looked away in near disgust once she'd pressed herself against his front, and walked away entirely not too long after to distract yourself. 

Even if that meant dancing with a stranger for now. 

The song started playing, almost as if on cue to your arrival. You’d found someone to dance with for now, and he was eager to go with someone that sought him out personally. But you picked him out at random, nothing but his height adding to your decision. You didn’t even get his name, and it seemed he didn’t care about yours either since the music drowned everything out in the end. 

The beat was easy to sway your hips to, which made you close your eyes. Your partner’s hands on your hips were fine where they were, allowing you to numb everything else out as you were dancing. Your back was to his front, which meant you didn’t have to see whoever this person was. He was a faceless stranger, you’d forget him by tomorrow and hopefully not feel too guilty about it.

All that mattered for now was that he paid attention to you and only you.

Except he took your dancing as an invitation to touch you wherever he wanted.

Before you could shove him or break his fingers midsong, he’d been pulled back and nearly socked in the face before you held back whoever it was that nearly attacked him. 

“She clearly doesn’t want you touching her like that,” he hissed.

“Ken,” you whispered, seeing the all too familiar dragon tattoo. “What are you doing here?”

“Huh?” He asked, slightly annoyed but more confused than anything. “Taking care of you, what else?”

“Real funny,” you said, helping the guy up and apologizing before he shrugged you off and left before things could escalate. Everyone who recognized the dragon tattoo knew better than to come near ‘his girl.’ Not that you had known about that, obviously. “You left Emma alone, where is she?”

He looked confused, which irritated you to no end. “She left. Said it wasn’t worth being here.”

“And why is that?” You asked. You were shocked that she was gone, you thought you’d find the two of them dancing together as the night progressed. 

“I told her I would go looking for you since I lost sight of you.” He admitted, bringing you away from some dancing couples. “She kept whining and didn’t want to leave me alone, nagging me to go dance with her. Finally told her she was being childish and immature, and she left in a rush.”

Well now you felt bad for her. You may have wanted Draken, but not to the point where you’d selfishly declare him as yours without considering her feelings at all. Poor thing must have been heartbroken.

To be fair, it was on her that she had come onto Takemichi despite him having a girlfriend all those years ago. And all the guys she technically used to get to Draken? Not many people viewed her too highly after those few debacles.

“You should have just gone with her,” you huffed, looking away from him and to the lively couples under the colorful lights. “Enjoyed the night instead of worrying.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to relax if I didn’t know you were alright,” he said, reaching his hand out. He seemed to expect you to take it, but you only looked at him skeptically. 

“Tough shit coming from the guy who hasn’t spoken a word to me until he saw me with someone else,” you spat. You felt it was a little mean, but you were genuinely hurt by the fact that he didn’t want anything to do with you before now.

He doesn’t sigh nor groan in frustration, his patience truly knows no bounds. Draken only offers his apologies with the way he’s looking at you right now. Your breath caught in your throat, making you stagger in your steps. 

He catches you, like he does every other time you’ve fallen, both literally and figuratively. Anytime you’ve struggled, he’s always been a pillar to support you. Draken has always been there to care for you when nobody else took the time to.

Maybe that was how he showed his love for you, and you’d just never known.

He placed a delicate hand on your waist, bringing you closer to him. “I did want to apologize though. It wasn’t anything you did that kept me away from you. I was just too much of a coward to ask you to dance with me tonight. I guess your beauty was just so damn intimidating, yknow?”

You snorted at the corny line, but still wordlessly melded into him, a hand on his neck and another on his arm. It was natural, no tensing up or hesitation with the both of you.

“I wanted to build up the courage, but I guess that guy beat me to it,” he said, practically against your lips.

“Ask me now,” you whispered. The music was blaring, but you two could only hear each other with how close you were now. 

He laughs, already swaying to the music. “Dance with me, won’t you?”

Who were you to deny him?

At the curt beats, you moved precisely to the beat and the lyrics, which made Draken’s eyes widen, but he grinned undeniably as he held your waist that much closer to him. The vicinity only made you dizzy, as his scent overwhelmed your senses. Lost in time and in each other, you kissed Draken, melting into him completely as you kept moving together.

It was everything you imagined and more, the feeling of his hands on you almost overwhelming. But you found yourself so gone to this feeling, you barely realized the song had come to an end already, making you think just how long the little altercation took you two. You moved away from him with a brief sigh, hearing some of the cheers from people already getting tipsy.

Draken seemed to sense your disappointment, squeezing at your hip to regain your attention. You hummed, turning to see his genuine adoring expression before he leaned closer to you as the next song began. Something slower, you noted, but your focus turned back to the man holding you so tightly.

“We have the rest of the night to dance,” he whispered, leaving a kiss on your neck. Linking your fingers, he further accentuated his point. “And hopefully the rest of our lives to spend together.”