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bengals-barnesbabe · 6 months ago

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Pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer!FemReader

Summary: Summary: Occurs directly after the events of Operation Tiger. In which everyone gets hit with a dose with karma?

Chapter 18: Run Joey Run

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Warnings: 18+, language, overprotective brother, gossip.

Word Count: 3.7k

Part 2 🖤

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‘Georgia’s so fucking predictable,’ Malik thought while flipping the last pancake onto his iHop-worthy plate of breakfast. He rolled his eyes at the hard downpour outside the kitchen window, then placed the hot pan in soapy water.

“We’ve never been good, so I don’t know why you have to have a damn fit every time we lose a game.” He grumbles while drizzling an unhealthy amount of ‘maple’ syrup on his plate.

Once he’s satisfied with the amount of sugary goodness, he takes his plate, sits in his father’s favorite armchair, and turns on the television. A broadcast about last night’s game immediately draws his attention, Malik’s never been the biggest fan of football but he shares the same level of competitiveness as the rest of his family, so he enjoys a good game. In his opinion what happened last night was truly unfortunate to watch. It’s one thing to watch your dad try and coach his favorite team from his living room, but being there and watching them get pummeled by one of the guys he met just the day before- especially when he raved about the guy the second he left. It was a special game, to say the least.

His favorite part was just watching his favorite sibling fall harder and harder for the guy. Not that he’d ever say it to her face, but he liked Joe before he even stepped into the house. He saw them pull up from an upstairs window and it wasn’t just the level of chivalry he showed her that impressed him but the pure and beyond obvious adoration he had for her -the girl that once tortured him because he ate a chicken nugget that wasn’t his. He knew his big sister was a good judge of character, more times than not, so he was hopeful for the outcome of their love story.

“It smells like something burnt in here.”

Malik stabbed his short stack and groaned as the door slammed shut. “Why are you back? Y/n is not here, go away.”

Riana cackles as she snatches a strip of bacon off his plate and then sits on the couch farthest away from the 21-year-old. “You should be nicer to your guests Malik. Mama Mina said I could stay as long as I wanted.” She smiles biting into his food.

“Hey! She said nothing about taking my food, this took me forever!” He scolds, and in return, she pouts and makes a crying gesture with her hands.

“Whatever.” He shakes his head, grabs the TV remote, and changes the local news to ESPN.

“Ugh, you didn’t get enough of that last night?” Mars rounds his chair with two water bottles from the fridge and sits with the other girl.

“I’m sorry, is this not my house? Last time I checked you lived down the road.” The older girls giggle and watch the boy fidget in his seat.

“Yeah well, it would be your house if you got a job to pay for some of the bills, but last time I checked Y/n helps out more than you and she lives in Louisiana.”

Just as Malik’s about to reply to his loc’ed-ness monster sister-like nemesis, a new story about the game perks all their attention.

“I love watching players find their footing in the league. Joe Burrow last night was phenomenal. Sure, are the Falcons ragdolls, yes, but the Bengals ran them in the dirt like it was nothing.”

“You know he’s a showboat, right? Burrow had to show off for the pretty girls in that stadium.”

“Hey if my model girlfriend were in the stands, I’d play my ass off as well.”

“And a beautiful one at that, Megan Claire was in his eye line the entire night. They seem like a great couple.”

“Some even caught them leaving later than usual, but that’s enough about that for now.”

Malik was the first one out of his seat with his fists clenched and a scowl burning on his face. “Who the fuck is Megan Claire and where is that stupid motherfucker at?” He turns his scowl towards the girls and watches as they scurry off the couch.

"Malik calm down. I'm sure there’s a reasonable explanation for this." Mars expresses only slightly panicked but still fumbles with getting her phone out.

The young man's breath picks up as he paces the living room. "Did I not just spend an entire weekend watching him and my sister play house?"

"What's taking so long, why isn't she picking up?" Mars groans.

"Maybe because it’s 10 am," Riana mumbles earning a glare from her.

"Fine, how about you try- since you know every fucking thing." Riana rolls her eyes and makes the call.

"Someone tell me what the fuck is going on!"

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Meanwhile at the Hilton...

After a very successful night, most of the Bengals players went out to celebrate, engaging in the city’s nightlife. Their most important player, well he spent his night a bit differently.

While Ja'Marr and Tee were having fun and getting drunk, Joe decided a quiet dinner with his special girl was more than enough fun for him. Little did they all know, that no one would be able to tell the difference in their mornings by the way they spent their nights.

Chase and Higgins were rudely awakened by intense headaches and sensitive senses, while Burrow had to listen to ridiculous shriekings from alarms- or what he thought were alarms.

Joe wanted nothing more than to shove his face in his soft pillow and catch more zzz, but the noise didn't stop. He didn't remember setting an alarm for the day since he was very content on having a well-deserved lazy morning, so when he had to stretch farther to reach the device it didn't concern him as anything that important. In an attempt to turn off the horrid noise, he answered the call and dropped the phone next to his pillow.

The quarterback began to slip back into Dreamworld until a woman's voice came blaring through the small device. "Y/N YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND IS A MANWHORE!"

Joe's soul practically jumps out of his body as he gazes at the phone realizing it was a FaceTime. What the hell.

"Ri, give me the phone. That is not how you start a conversation." A softer tone, belonging to the nicer half of the duo he had recently met, said.

Joe half-assly cleared his throat to gain their attention. "Look I don't know what is going on, but I'm not a whore."

"Don't play dumb with us Burrow." Mars' previous tone grows harsher.

"I can promise you there are no games here, just a very tired Joe, who would like to go back to bed." He yawns turning onto his back.

The video on the phone begins to jolt from person to person as someone else tugs it in their direction. "Listen here jackass."

'Huh Malik does not seem happy.'

"Who the hell is Megan Claire and why are you cheating on my sister?" Joe's face falls at the accusation from the young college boy and he faces the camera.

"Woah he even wakes up hot."

"RiRi!"

Joe chuckles, "I'm flattered but taken."

"Answer the question second string."

“After last night that comment was uncalled for. Megan’s an ex from a while back and I’m not cheating on Y/n.” He rakes his fingers through his hair and takes a glance at the figure sleeping soundly next to him. "I'd have her vouch for me, but I'm not waking her up."

“You’re lying! Every single media outlet is talking about Megan repping your jersey last night and you looking in her direction the whole game!”

Joe rolls his eyes and gives the boy a second to calm down. "Malik, who's phone did you call?"

The brown-eyed boy just shakes his head. "That has nothing to do with it! You could've snuck into the room and pretended that you'd been with her the whole night.

"Malik I don't know what else to tell you. I haven't seen Megan in over a year, I didn't know she was at the game and I was out with your sister all night." He sighed just as the figure next to him began to stir.

"Fuck what time is it?" You slowly lift your head out of the layers of pillows and comforters to see a blurred version of your boyfriend with your phone in his hand. "Babe, what's going on?"

"Tell my sister the truth!

“Oh, just your brother accusing me of cheating two days into our relationship.” You reach over your nightstand for your glasses. Once they're settled on your face, Joey pulls you closer to him.

"Malik, what the hell is going on?"

"I'll tell you what's going on. You're being played. The entire time he was trying to get in with you, he's had another bitch repping his famous ass name."

You roll your eyes and scoff at your incredibly naive little brother. "Oh yea, and what credible ass sources did you hear that bull shit from."

"It's all over social media duh." He smirks glaring at Joe.

"Malik you need a fucking media literary class if you believe every fucking thing you hear on social media. Have you seen a single picture of them attached to those damn articles? No. Has either of their media teams come out and said to leave the matter alone? No. Why? Because it’s BULLSHIT. Have I, your older sister, given you any sign that he'd done something wrong or found out some big secret of his? Hell no. Which means you need to hop off your fucking high horse and apologize for going off for some dumb ass shit."

Malik's face falls as he takes it all in. He clearly didn't do much thinking after hearing the news. "I'm sorry guys. I swear I was just trying to protect you, but I know that I took it too far too fast."

"Malik, I understand why, and it’s incredibly sweet of you to defend my honor, but you need to fact-check with the people that matter before losing your head."

He nods his head, "I promise to always check with you. As long as the model's not a problem, I won’t be either."

Joe snorts Malik and hands the phone to one of the girls. "She was definitely a problem a couple of nights ago."

"Let's not bring that up again." You groan.

"Yeahhh, let’s not talk about that." Riana dryly chuckles while biting on her nails. Your brows furrow as the phone's yanked out of her hand revealing an also nervous Mars.

"Guys, are you okay?"

The dark-skin girl lets out a sigh. "We have something to tell you, but you can't get mad."

"M, don't do it."

You lean back into your boyfriend and watch the same confused look form on his face through the camera. "Don't do what?" He inquired.

"I'm so sorry I let her rope me into this. It was supposed to be innocent, just to help speed things along. Then I saw what she wrote and we couldn't go back. It was all one big misunderstanding-

"Oh my god, Y/Bff it can not be that bad. Just calm down and say it." She pursed her lips and frantically nodded her head. "Girl, it’s okay."

"Claire wasn't the one sending those messages, we were."

You blinked at your long-time friend. "Come again?"

"Someone..." She points to Riana. "Came up with the brilliant idea to pretend to send Joe messages as his ex so you'd be jealous and act on your feelings for him."

Your jaw drops and Joey grabs the phone. “Are you fucking kidding me? You did the fucking opposite of helping. I had the whole thing planned out then your stupid messages made everything I was saying sound like utter bullshit!” You slowly stroke his unoccupied arm as a means to calm both him and yourself.

"Listen, we were only trying to help. You guys were starting to seem hopeless from our view- we didn't want you to be only friends forever." Riana began.

You just shook your head in disbelief. "Fucking bitches!"

"Y/n come on, if it wasn’t for us you wouldn't be in the same damn bed right now!"

"Oh fuck you, do you know how that shit made me feel? That was the dumbest fucking thing you've ever done to me and if I remember it was YOUR friend that caused my fear of relationships with men. I can not believe this was all your fault." She freezes as you remind her of that day, her face pales and her eyes no longer on the screen.

"I told you it was a stupid idea, but no... we were doing what's best for her. Look where we are now."

Riana didn’t acknowledge the other girl as she shook her head in shame and defeat. "Y/n, I never thought about how it could affect you in other ways. I'm so sorry that I reminded you of that night."

Your eyelids drooped and you palmed your face. "Fuck I never should've brought that up. Now I'm sorry, that was never your fault. Guys like that act on their own accord, you were trying to do something nice.”

“No, I completely understand why you would go to that. You worked so hard to get through that then even more therapy after Miles. I know you wanted to take your time and I should've respected that.” She sniffled.

“Ri, you’re my girl. I know you had the best intentions-

“Oh my fucking god.” The two of you stop as the phone is ripped out of Riana’s hands.

“Ok we get it, Ri messed up. You took it too far. We’re all fucking sorry. It’s done, stop apologizing! Damn.” You press your lips together to suppress your laugh.

“On that note, we are done here,” Joey says taking the phone from you.

You look up at him and snort. “Babe for real?”

“Yes, say bye.”

“Wait so you forgive us for meddling right?”

“Riana please!”

“I just wanted to know-

You can’t help the belly laugh that erupts from within you as he ends the call and tosses the phone to the other side of the room. “Well, that’s a great way to wake up.”

Joe snorts. “I can list a hundred better ways right now.” Then pats your hips. You turn to face him in his lap, and hook your arms around his neck.

“And what sorts of ideas are you concocting Mr. Burrow?” Your eyes meet his blues with a certain flare to them. “Joey..”

“Huh?” His gaze goes down to where your shirt ends and exposes the bare skin of your thighs.

“My eyes are up here.” You tap his chin, his steamy eyes following your finger.

“Yep so are your lips.” You snort at the way his pupils were so blown.

All you did was sit there in his shirt and you had his full attention. Not even just now, last night it didn’t matter how dim the lighting was or how good the food was; all that mattered to him was you. The waiter sat you at a table next to the window, the chairs were across from each other, but he couldn’t take the distance and moved yours so you both had an amazing view. The night sky was incredible from up high, but he only had eyes for you.

“I feel underdressed, this place is so fancy. If I’d known we’d be going out I would’ve packed a nicer outfit.” You looked down at your light blouse and dark jeans.

“You look beautiful.” His eyes sparkled with adoration. “My plan was for them to deliver to our room, but I thought this would be better. I called and asked if could just be us, they actually set the whole thing up. Suckers for romance.” He smiles and takes your hands.

“I wanted to show you how serious I am about you. I know I did the whole speech, but actions speak louder than words right?”

You blinked as a small smirk formed on your lips. “Did you just quote Jonathan Larson in Tick, Tick… Boom!” His gaze fell to your joined hands as his cheeks shifted to a deeper pink

“You put it on a few times at my place, I might’ve picked up on it.” He chuckles then brings your hand to his lips. You bite your bottom lip as your smile plumps your cheeks.

The evening was wonderful, you enjoyed your food, got a bit tipsy, and fell asleep to the ending of Iron Man 3.

“What are you thinking about?” Joe must’ve noticed the wondrous yet blissful look in your eyes. You smiled and pecked his lips.

“About how beautiful last night was and about how much of an amazing boyfriend I have.” His cheeks pink up the same hue as last night.

“I only had to wait a few years to secure the woman of my dreams.”

“Stop you’re gonna make my cheeks hurt.” You giggle as he pulls you in so you’re chest to chest. A groan escaped his lips as your French tips threaded through his hair before massaging his scalp.

“Never, I was told to never let that smile leave your face. So you’re stuck with me, baby.” He nips your nose making you scrunch, then captures your lips with his. His touch was searing yet so careful, bred from passion and caution. His tough fingers kneaded your plush thighs like the most delicate of doughs. His wandering tongue encouraged your soul to float away into his sea of want and open up a part of yourself that had been closed off. Your soul wanted nothing but the ability to submit to the man who had won your heart before letting it be known. Too bad the moment was interrupted by a knock on the door and the call of ‘room service.’

“Fuck I forgot about breakfast.” He panted against your head, you pecked his forehead and shuffled off his lap.

“You know if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to woo me.” He shrugged as a grin curved up his fiercely pink swollen lips.

He opened the door wide enough for a cart to roll in, the smell of fresh coffee and pastries filling the room. “Oh, you can woo me all you want.” The tray covers are lifted to reveal an assortment of different fruits, muffins, and savories. Your eyes gravitate to the crispy potatoes, Joe’s one step ahead of you and places a tray on your lap. You lift its covering and practically melt at its offerings: a small bowl of melon balls, a vegetable omelet with bacon on the side, and a side of perfectly crisp potatoes with fluffy white insides.

“So, how is it?” You look up from your potato heaven at him handing you a cup of coffee. You take a sip and moan at the taste of the Colombian coffee. I think I need to marry this guy.

“It alright,” you sigh. He looks at you puzzled. “It would be better if my quarterback was next to me.”

He lets out a breath and smiles. “Always keeping me on my toes aren’t you?” You blow him a kiss as he brings the rest of the spread over and takes his rightful spot next to you.

As you’re enjoying your breakfast, you switch on the TV and find a broadcast about last night’s game. While Joe’s more fixated on his protein-packed meal, the rate at which your fruit makes it into your mouth halts at the headline on the screen.

You let out a loud gasp to gather your boyfriend’s attention. “Oh no, Joe Burrow and his girlfriend, Megan Claire, were seen leaving last night’s game around midnight!” Joe looks up for a moment and rolls his eyes before diving back into his eggs.

“Wait, if you left at midnight, then who did I have dinner with at 10? Who are you? Oh my god, I went on a date with an alien impersonating my boyfriend so he could go have sex with his ex under the bleachers.” You hold your heart and fake sob. “How could you do this to me?”

“You’re ridiculous.” He chuckles reaching over to his bedside for his phone. You shake your head and cover your sobs.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” The words are muffled but clear enough for him to catch on video along with his laugh from the other side of the camera.

You whip your head up and sniffle. “I just knew that the big-time hunky quarterback would never go for a small-town girl like me. I was never meant for this life, I should’ve never put in that transfer to that Ohio clinic.”

The phone in front of Joe’s face falls and shows his furrowed brows and curled lips. “What did you just say?”

You purse your lips to hide the smile forming on her lips. “Nothing..”

Joe moves the plates in between you and slides closer to you. “Baby, are you moving to Cincy?”

“What? I have no idea of what you’re talking about, I said nothing about Cincinnati.” You shake your head, albeit unconvincingly because before you know it, he’s on top of you with his strong hands tickling your sides.

“Come on babe all you have to do is be honest and I’ll stop.” You thrash around full belly laughing until your core begins to burn. “Ok ok ok, I did it!”

He stops, letting you catch your breath and pulling you forward. “Now was that so hard?” You scrunch your face and lightly shove him. He just smiles and pulls you closer.

“For your information, Joseph, that’s why I got to your place so early. I had an interview with a clinic and they gave me the job- a promotion too.” You flip your imaginary ponytail since your hair is safely secured underneath your bonnet.

“Baby that’s fucking amazing. Wait- you did this before we got together. Did you just expect me to let you move in with me?” He smirks and wiggles his brows.

“If you want, I could go to Ja’Marr’s.” You test looking at him from under your lashes.

“Nope, I’m shipping all your stuff to my place immediately.”

You wink and peck his lips. “Good, now past the fruit please.” Joe takes a grapevine from his platter and feeds it to you like a pharaoh.

“Oh, I could get used to this.”

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A/N: Cute and sweet, my brother came up with the title lol. Chapter 19: #WalkLikeThis will be posted in a few days. Taglist: @light-yagami-l

<<< Part 1 | Next Ch. 19: WLT >>>

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anneangel · 9 months ago

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Friendship...

I just love the friendship between Bilbo and Elrond, Bilbo and Aragorn, Bilbo and Frodo, and Bilbo and Thranduil, and I'm sad because I've already read all the little fanfictions about Bilbo's friendship with them!

So here are some excerpts from the books in case anyone wants to get inspired:

“Hmmm! it smells like elves!” thought Bilbo, and he looked up at the stars. … He loved elves, though he seldom met them. … Bilbo would have liked to stay a while. Also he would have liked to have a few private words with these people that seemed to know his names and all about him, although he had never seen them before. He thought their opinion of his adventure might be interesting. Elves know a lot and are wondrous folk for news, and know what is going on among the peoples of the land, as quick as water flows, or quicker. (…) They (the dwarves, Gandalf and Bilbo) stayed long in that good house, fourteen days at least, and they found it hard to leave. Bilbo would gladly have stopped therefor ever and ever.

The master of the house was an elf-friend — one of those people whose fathers came into the strange stories before the beginning of History, the wars of the evil goblins and the elves and the first men in the North. In those days of our tale there were still some people who had both elves and heroes of the North for ancestors, and Elrond the master of the house was their chief. — He was as noble and as fair in face as an elf-lord, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves, and as kind as summer. He comes into many tales, but his part in the story of Bilbo’s great adventure is only a small one, though important (…) His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Evil things did not come into that valley.

(...) Bilbo heard many stories there (...)

“What are moon-letters?” asked the hobbit full of excitement. He loved maps (…) and he also liked runes and letters and cunning handwriting, though when he wrote himself it was a bit thin and spidery.

“Moon-letters are rune-letters, but you cannot see them,” said Elrond, “not when you look straight at them (…)”.

There a warm welcome was made them, and there were many eager ears that evening to hear the tale of their adventures (…). When the tale of their journeyings was told, there were other tales, and yet more tales, tales of long ago, and tales of new things, and tales of no time at all, till Bilbo’s head fell forward on his chest, and he snored comfortably in a corner. He woke to find himself in a white bed, and the moon shining through an open window. (…) “A little sleep does a great cure in the house of Elrond,” said he.

Weariness fell from him soon in that house, and he had many a merry jest and dance, early and late, with the elves of the valley. - The Hobbit

‘(…) you are the heir of Bilbo, the Ring-finder.'

`Dear Bilbo!' said Frodo sleepily. `I wonder where he is. I wish he was here and could hear all about it. It would have made him laugh. (…)

Gloin looked at Frodo and smiled. 'You were very fond of Bilbo were you not?' he asked.

`Yes,' answered Frodo. 'I would rather see him than all the towers and palaces in the world.'

Elrond went forward and stood beside the silent figure. 'Awake little master!’ he said, with a smile. Then, turning to Frodo, he beckoned to him. 'Now at last the hour has come that you have wished for, Frodo,' he said. `Here is a friend that you have long missed.'

The dark figure raised its head and uncovered its face. `Bilbo!' cried Frodo with sudden recognition, and he sprang forward.

`Hello, Frodo my lad!' said Bilbo. `So you have got here at last. Ihoped you would manage it. Well, well! So all this feasting is in your honour, I hear. I hope you enjoyed yourself?'

`What were you doing?'

`Why, sitting and thinking. I do a lot of that nowadays, and this is the best place to do it in, as a rule. Wake up, indeed!' he said, cocking an eye at Elrond. There was a bright twinkle in it and no sign of sleepiness that Frodo could see. 'Wake up! I was not asleep. Master Elrond. If you want to know, you have all come out from your feast too soon, and you have disturbed me-in the middle of making up a song. (…) I shall have to get my friend the Dunadan to help me. Where is he?'

Elrond laughed. `He shall be found,' he said. (...)

They did not notice the arrival of a man clad in dark green cloth. For many minutes he stood looking down at them with a smile. Suddenly Bilbo looked up. 'Ah, there you are at last, Dunadan!' he cried.

`Strider!' said Frodo. `You seem to have a lot of names.' (…)

`Where have you been, my friend? Why weren't you at the feast? The Lady Arwen was there.'

Strider looked down at Bilbo gravely. `I know,' he said. 'But often I must put mirth aside. Elladan and Elrohir have returned out of the Wild (…).

`Well, my dear fellow,' said Bilbo, `now you've heard the news, can't you spare me a moment? I want your help in something urgent. Elrond says this song of mine is to be finished before the end of the evening, and I am stuck. Let's go off into a corner and polish it up!'

Strider smiled. `Come then!' he said. `Let me hear it!'

(…)

`I was not sent to beg any boon, but to seek only the meaning of a riddle,' answered Boromir proudly(…) He looked again at Aragorn, and doubt was in his eyes.

Frodo felt Bilbo stir impatiently at his side. Evidently he was annoyed on his friend's behalf. Standing suddenly up he burst out:

‘(…) Not all those who wander are lost (…)’. Not very good perhaps, but to the point -- if you need more beyond the word of Elrond. If that was worth a journey of a hundred and ten days to hear, you had best listen to it.' He sat down with a snort.

`I made that up myself,' he whispered to Frodo, `for the Dunadan, a long time ago when he first told me about himself. I almost wish that my adventures were not over, and that I could go with him when his day comes.'

Aragorn smiled at him; then he turned to Boromir again. `For my part I forgive your doubt,' he said.

- The Lord Of The Rings.

And for Bilbo and Thranduil, here, see this post:

#the hobbit #bilbo baggins #lord of the rings #lotr #elrond #elrond peredhel #frodo baggins #aragorn #thranduil #tolkien books #jrr tolkien #I need more fanfictions

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sesamestreep · 1 year ago

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Jyn/Cassian, 11

11. 3 AM and I'm still awake (from this prompt list) sometimes, in order to defeat the prompts that are still in your inbox after a YEAR, you have to go into the archives, find an AU you wrote in 2019 (ON PAPER), type it up, and post the first chapter as a prompt fill even though the full fic is incomplete and that stresses you out to think about. this is one of those times. known affectionately amongst a small circle of mutuals by its draft name "sir, this is an IHOP", I'm releasing this one from the vault, please clap... cross posted to AO3 here 🌒🌔

The question Jyn gets asked the most when she tells people she works the overnight shift at a 24-hour diner is, “How do you do it?” As if she’s just admitted to shooting herself out of a canon for a living, which, to be fair, is a thing she wanted to do as a career when she was nine, but that’s beside the point.

The answer to this question is simple: you get used to it. Or, in Jyn’s experience, your life sucks for three weeks while you get used to it and then you get used to it. After that, the weird hours and irregular sleep schedule just become routine.

To be fair, she only started doing the graveyard shift in the first place because she wasn’t sleeping at night anyway and she could get more hours that way. Now, sometimes, she sleeps perfectly well in the daytime when everyone else is at work and then, other times, she doesn’t sleep at all and becomes convinced that she’s the first human being who was born with a biological indifference to sleep. Either way, she manages.

And it’s not actually that bad. The tips are a little worse because there’s fewer customers and they tend to be drunks or insomniacs or plain weirdos who don’t get the concept of twenty percent for good service and usually leave her whatever change they have on them. And sometimes it’s so dead that Jyn literally counts the seconds on the big clock by the door. But it’s also calmer than any other shift at the diner, and sometimes people feel so bad for her being up all night that they tip her extra, which is nice. It all balances out, really.

That being said, the overnight shift doesn’t lend itself to regulars the way other shifts do. She has some, but they don’t tend to be regular regulars. At most, she sees the same drunk college students show up there for breakfast at two a.m. but not the same day every week. Her co-workers that work other shifts talk about old couples that come in for dinner three times a week and always want to sit in the same booth, or the father and daughter who get breakfast every Saturday together that the entire staff fawns over. Jyn doesn’t get regulars like that, and even if she sees the same people, most people don’t want to make conversation as they’re inhaling pancakes in the wee hours of the morning. They barely want to make eye contact with her, honestly.

Not that Jyn minds. She didn’t get into waitressing because of her bubbly personality. She’s good at it, can be pleasant and accommodating when she needs to be, but she’s also fine with customers not wanting to chitchat. It’s one of the perks of the shift, in her mind, and why it suits her to work it, rather than the breakfast or the lunch shift.

Then, she gets a regular of her own and it doesn’t change everything, but it changes enough.

The first time he comes in, the restaurant is so dead that for once the manager on duty isn’t on Jyn’s case about drawing in her sketchbook while she’s working. It’s that slow. There’s a couple at a table in the corner that started out their meal by bickering with each other loudly and now Jyn’s pretty sure one or both of them is asleep at the table. She already gave them their check, though, so she’s giving them at least an hour before she bugs them about it. It’s not like she needs to turn over the table or anything.

When the man comes in, the place is so empty that he actually looks around in confusion, which catches Jyn’s attention from where she’s hiding behind the cash register.

“Sit anywhere you like,” she calls to him, half-relieved to have something to do and half-annoyed to have to do anything.

“Oh. You’re open, then?”

“As long as it’s one of the twenty-four hours in the day,” she replies, trying to sound sunny.

“Last time I checked,” the man says, sounding unsure, which makes Jyn smile for real.

She brings a menu over to the table he settles at and offers him her more standard customer service smile. “Hi, I’m Jyn. I’ll be your server this…morning. Can I get you anything to start?”

“Coffee, please.”

“Regular or decaf?”

“Regular, thanks.”

“Sure,” she says. Then she loses her mind momentarily, because she follows it up with, “You want crayons?”

That question clearly throws him, and for good reason. “What?” He asks, blinking up at her.

“Do you want crayons? To color in your placemat?” Jyn asks, less casually. She doesn’t know why she asked in the first place—he doesn’t look like the type, by virtue of not having any children with him and looking to be older than her, if she had to guess—but she does it anyway. Maybe she’s a little punchy from having no one to talk to all night.

Thankfully, he laughs, more like he’s surprised than anything else, but it still counts. “No, I’m good, thanks.”

She nods and heads off to get him his coffee. When she returns to his table with it, she doesn’t bother asking if he’s ready to order yet, because he’s still got his head bent over the enormous menu, reading it intently. She pops back over to her spot behind the register and resumes the sketch she’d been working on of the couple at the back table. She’s sure now that they are both, in fact, asleep, which is going to make it very awkward to get them to pay their bill.

A few minutes later, she hears the man at the other table clears his throat and she looks up, trying to mask her annoyance. When she does, though, she sees he’s not looking in her direction and probably didn’t do it to get her attention. Still, she should probably go check on him.

“Are you ready to order?” She asks, pulling out her order pad as she sidles up to his table.

“I—well, actually, I have to ask: why did you think I would want crayons?”

Jyn shrugs. “Technically, I’m only supposed to offer them to customers under twelve, but I think that’s bullshit. Kids aren't the only people who like to color.”

The man nods, processing this. “Okay. Not the answer I was expecting. I thought it was your way of saying I looked young.”

“No, no,” she says, and then winces. “I mean, you don’t look old or anything. You just definitely don’t look under twelve.”

“Then my disguise is working perfectly,” he says, half to himself.

Jyn snorts. “Is this your way of saying you do want crayons?”

“No, I’m all set. I think I’ll just have some eggs.”

Jyn gets the specifics of his order from him and goes to deliver the ticket to the kitchen. When that’s done, she decides it’s past time to finally collect her payment from the sleeping couple in the back. Under the guise of cleaning plates out of their way, she makes as much noise with the silverware as humanly possible, which causes the man to wake up. When she pointedly asks if there’s anything else they need, he grumbles a response in the negative and jostles his girlfriend’s wrist to wake her up too.

“You can pay right up front,” Jyn says, cheerily, before she swans away with their dishes.

After a few minutes, they come up to the cash register to pay her, even though it’s technically the manager’s job to run the register. He can’t be bothered when it’s this quiet. They don’t give her a tip then and there, but she holds out hope that they left her some cash on the table, which she checks as soon as they’ve gone. Of course, there’s nothing there and she curses under her breath before she buses the remaining dishes. She goes back again with a rag to wipe down the table, even though that’s yet another thing the manager is supposed to be helping with during overnight shifts. By the time she’s done with all that, the other man’s food is up and she goes to deliver it.

“Do you need anything else?” she asks, once she’s dropped off his food. “More coffee?”

“Yes, but could I switch to decaf?” he asks, looking like he’s asking for a kidney rather than something completely reasonable.

“No,” she says, automatically.

“Oh, I—what?”

“Sorry, that was—I was kidding.”

“Oh.”

“It wasn’t funny,” she says, feeling her face heat with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” the man says, waving a hand. “It’s fine.”

“It’s just—it’s a restaurant. You can have whatever you want.”

“Right,” the man says, smiling faintly in either amusement or confusion, like he’s not really sure what to do with her. And who could blame him for that?

“You were being polite. I shouldn’t have made fun of you,” Jyn says, fully mortified at this point. He’s definitely not going to leave her a tip now, which means this whole shift has pretty much been a bust.

“It’s really fine,” he says. “I probably would have caught on faster if it wasn’t…”

“3 AM?” Jyn suggests.

“Yeah,” he says, with a full, self-deprecating smile that catches Jyn completely off-guard. People shouldn’t be allowed to be that attractive without warning.

“I’ll get you that decaf coffee,” she says, trying to sneak off and preserve at least some of her dignity. He thanks her as she’s retreating, and when she refills his mug, she says as little as possible so she doesn’t end up accidentally insulting him again.

It makes things a little weird, realizing he’s cute at the same time as he becomes her only customer in the entire diner. She’s supposed to be checking in to see if he needs anything but it also feels suspiciously like fawning over him. Has it really been this long since she’s had a hot customer at this godforsaken place? She tries to distract herself with drawing, but her latest subjects just left. She’s also not supposed to be doing that where customers can see and the man is seated right across from the counter, putting her directly in his sight line. It’s unfortunate, really, in more ways than one, because he’d be fun to draw, with his messy hair and his stubble and the lines around his eyes, but doing so would involve watching him even more intently and that’s a level of weird she just isn’t willing to stoop to.

While she’s absolutely not staring at him at all, she does just so happen to notice the moment he takes off his jacket. His table is directly in the path of the draft from the front door, so it didn't seem weird for him to keep it on, because that section of the diner is always freezing. Now, though, with the jacket off, she can see he’s wearing some sort of uniform—crisply pressed navy blue pants with a matching shirt that has a patch over the pocket that she can’t read from this far away. He’s got an ID badge too, which she also can’t read, clipped to his pocket.

To her surprise, he’s not distracting himself from his lonesome meal by messing around on his phone, like most customers and honestly even she would be doing while eating alone in a restaurant. He is occasionally throwing a glance in the direction of the TV hanging in the corner, which is set to a channel playing reruns of “Murder, She Wrote” for no other reason than there’s nothing more interesting on at this hour.

Jyn hates the feeling of having too little to do and she especially hates having just one customer and feeling like she’s creepily watching their every move, so after what feels like an appropriate amount of time, she makes her way over to the man’s table, doing her best to seem casual.

“How is everything?” she asks when she gets there, even though she could have just as easily asked that from the counter. It wouldn’t have been professional, she decides, even if there is literally no one else around. She, of course, manages to catch him right in the middle of a sip of coffee, which is a special kind of superpower one only develops as a server.

He swallows and offers her an apologetic smile. “Everything’s great, thank you.”

“More coffee?” she asks, when she notices his mug is close to empty.

“Uh, sure. Thanks.”

“Decaf still?”

He laughs at that, for some reason. “Yes. I promise I won’t switch back and forth the whole night.”

Jyn shrugs. “Doesn’t matter, really. It gives me something to do.”

“Still,” he says. “Decaf would be great.”

“You got it.” She heads off to retrieve the pot of decaf and swings back to refill his cup. After he thanks her again, she asks, “Coming or going?”

He blinks at her in confusion for a moment. “I’m sorry?” he asks.

“No, I’m—” Jyn stops short, feeling ridiculous. “I just meant—are you coming from work, or going there?”

“Oh,” he says. “How did you—?”

“The uniform,” she replies, gesturing gingerly to his clothes with the coffee pot.

“Right. Of course,” the man says, looking down as if he hadn’t realized she could see him at all. “Uh, coming from.”

“What?”

“To answer your question,” he says, looking pained. Not that Jyn can blame him; this has been a trainwreck of a conversation so far, thanks mostly to her. “I just got off work.”

“So this is dinner, then?” Jyn asks.

The man laughs and it’s a strange, reluctant sound. “I guess so.”

“That explains the decaf.”

“Sure.”

“Not the one cup of regular coffee, though.”

That gets another laugh out of him, though he appears less surprised by it this time. “Does everyone who comes here have to justify their caffeine habits?” he asks, not sounding offended.

“Only the people unfortunate enough to sit in my section,” Jyn replies. It’s not worth pointing out that the entire restaurant is her section at this hour.

“I see,” he says. “Well, the cup of regular coffee is to give me enough energy to get back to my apartment without falling asleep at crosswalks, if you must know.”

“Ah, makes sense.”

“I’m glad you approve. You had me worried for a second there,” he says, and it lands somewhere between outright sarcasm and flirting, which is enough to make Jyn want to pull back.

“Yes, well, now that we’ve got that figured out, I suppose you deserve the chance to finish your meal in peace,” she replies, formally, and fights the urge to wince at how stupid she sounds.

“Okay,” the man says, sounding amused again as Jyn turns around and retreats back to the safe haven of the cash register to hide from the awkwardness she’s created.

Luckily for her, after only a few minutes, she gets another table to distract her. It’s four people who appear to be college students and they thankfully don’t seem to be wasted, which is a surprise, even for a Tuesday morning. It’s a nice change of pace for the typical night shift. If Jyn had to guess, they probably just came from studying late at the library. Then again, she never did the whole college thing, so she could be wrong. All of her knowledge of what it’s like comes from TV shows. The college kids are nice enough, if a little boisterous for this time of night, when she takes their orders, which is what matters. Once she gets everything in to the kitchen, Jyn decides it’s probably safe to check on the man who’s there alone again.

When she approaches his table, she sees that he’s done eating and that he’s gotten distracted by his phone. He’s reading some message with his eyebrows drawn together in concern, but he looks up as soon as he hears her coming and his face clears in a deliberate way that suggests he knows he was pulling a face and that he doesn’t want to be asked about it. Not that she would, honestly, even without the signal. It’s one thing to be weird about his coffee ordering habits—she’s his waitress and she’s bored; sometimes people like to banter with their servers—but she doesn’t know him at all. She’s not going to ask who’s texting him. That’s none of her business, even if her curiosity seems to be piqued by everything he does.

“Can I get you anything else?” she asks, as pleasantly and professionally as possible, even as her mind fills in a fake backstory of an emotional affair with a co-worker that’s turned sour and now results in petty 3 AM text messages that make him scowl at his phone.

“Just the check would be great.”

“Of course,” she says, and goes off to fetch it. She returns and drops it off at the table with a breezy, “You can pay at the counter whenever you’re ready.”

“Thanks,” he replies, without looking up, and Jyn retreats again behind the counter, to wait for him or for her college students’ order to be up, whichever comes first.

The man takes a few minutes to finish his coffee and get his jacket back on, but he doesn’t hold up the table, which is nice. Even when the restaurant is empty like this, Jyn hates when people linger. It shouldn’t bother her, really—they’re paying customers, after all—but it still drives her nuts. She pushes off the back wall when she sees him approaching the counter and he has the audacity to look kind of shy when their eyes meet. Has this guy never met a waitress before? Is he a shut-in or something? And most importantly, why does she care? Hot people shouldn’t be allowed in the diner, she decides. It’s confusing, especially in the middle of the night.

He hands her the check along with the cash to pay it without a word, and she sets about getting him his change out of the diner’s ancient cash register. She hands over the bills and a few coins and thanks him for coming in.

“You have a good night,” she adds, sounding folksier than she means to. “Or morning. Whatever it is.”

He smiles at that. “Thanks, you too.”

“I will, thanks.”

He’s already turning to go when he adds, casually over his shoulder. “See you around, Jyn.”

By the time she’s remembered that she introduced herself when he first came in and recovered from her surprise at hearing her name come out of his mouth, he’s already gone. Apropos of nothing, there’s some buzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach that she kind of wishes would go away, but it’s also the most exciting thing that’s happened to her all night, tragically. The cook ringing the bell to tell her that she’s got orders up is the only thing that startles her out of her reverie.

She brings the food over to her table of college students, and then goes over to clean off the cute guy’s table. As she’s moving plates around, she notices he left a tip in the form of cash tucked under his water glass. It’s a little over twenty percent, which, given the night she’s had, basically makes this guy the love of her life. She’s pleased enough that she almost forgets to be disappointed he paid in cash, rather than with a card, making it impossible to learn his name. Almost.

#rebelcaptain #jyn x cassian #jyn erso #cassian andor #rogue one #jyncassian #rebelcaptain fanfic #firstelevens #taylor swift song prompts #ask #homelywenchsociety #that's my writing tag! don't worry about it!#this has literally been in my ao3 drafts for a month just get it out of my sight pls #i wrote a really weird emotional author's note on ao3 life is so weird #anyway here's wonderwall

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lucacangettathisass · 2 years ago

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SOMEONE WE DON'T FOOL

SUMMARY: You meet Eren Jaegar one night while trying to avoid a would be stalker. Taken in by his rough but endearing charm, you find yourself wanting to be around him more. The question is: should you?

FEATURING: Modern au, fem reader, autistic reader, slightly toxic Eren, slightly toxic Mikasa, slightly toxic EreMika, Eren is a semi-pro fighter, slight age gap (Eren is 6-7 years older), slightly pick me Mikasa, everyone has trauma bitch let's get them some fruit, HistorYmir, the Eldians are Jewish, sexual violence further down the line in the fic (will be warned about when it shows up)

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Eren being a bit of a fuckboy rip

NOTES: OMG you guys have been so nice and supportive with this thank you!!! will be making a masterpost for this today so be on the look out!!! likes are lovely but reblogs are even more greatly appreciated! mwah!

TAGLIST: @blckbrdlove @katestrophes

CHAPTER TWO:

Eren

There were times in Eren’s life where he couldn’t help but think How the fuck is this happening?

This mostly occurred in middle school and high school, although it did follow him into his adult life. Such as right now, as he makes his way to his favourite IHOP on a Wednesday afternoon. Of course the surface level answer is easy: he’s here because he saved you, a pretty girl, from a total creep, and then you insisted that you treat him to lunch as a thank you. Simple enough.

But still, a part of Eren felt bad, as he got the feeling he was taking advantage of you. But on the other, you had offered, and were pretty insistent.

In the end he had texted you yesterday, while taking a break from training, to see if you were still up for lunch.

(Of course! You had replied, rather promptly too. Is there anywhere in particular that you want to go?)

And thus, Wednesday IHOP. Sure, Levi might chew him out for it later and make him train harder, but whatever. Free food with a pretty girl is worth whatever punishment Levi can come up with.

A bell rang over the door as Eren opened it, and he scanned the crowd, looking for you.

He quickly spotted you, and God you really were so pretty. You had on one of those girly, wrap around tops, in a soft shade of yellow, light wash jeans, and simple white flats. It was a simple outfit, but somehow it looked so nice on you.

"Hey angel." Eren said casually as he sat across from you, feeling rather smug when he saw you blush. "Hope you weren't waiting too long."

"Not at all." You said quickly. "Do you know what you want to order?"

"Cali roasted Turkey melt." He said. He might be at IHOP but he still didn't want to go overboard, he was an athlete after all. And ok, yeah, fine, he was scared of how much Levi would kick his ass if he went overboard before a fight. Eren might tower over the guy but he knew better than to push him too far. This was as far as he was willing to go. "What about you?"

"The lemon ricotta blueberry crepes look good." You said.

"Figured you'd be a crepe girl."

"Oh?" You looked at Eren with confusion. "What makes you say that?"

He shrugged. "Pretty girls tend to like crepes."

You blush again and Eren congratulates himself. You were easier to fluster than he had expected.

A waitress came over and took the orders, leaving Eren to freely admire you.

When you had approached him that night, he had thought you were just another girl about to try her luck with him, and he had debated whether to reject you. Sure you were pretty, but you didn't seem to be his type. He liked girls that were a little rough around the edges, tough, willing to give him as good they got from him. But then again, he and Mikasa were off again after a particularly bad fight, so he figured bringing back a girl so unlike his usual fare-so unlike Mikasa-would piss her off something good.

But then you told him about being followed, and everything changed. Eren might be a jackass and a toxic asshole, as Mikasa had so eloquently put it, but he wasn't about to abandon someone who was clearly in danger, especially not a girl. He wasn't going to spit on his mother's name like that.

"Eren? Is there something on my face?"

He blinked, brought back to the present by your voice. He quickly put on a lazy smile, refocusing. "Nah, just admiring it."

Eren had to admit, he was surprised at how much you could blush. Your head must be feeling weird from all the blood that has been rushing to it.

"You know, it occurs to me that I don't know that much about you." You said, and Eren couldn't help but be a little but endeared and charmed by the way you spoke.

He shrugged, leaning back in the chair. "Not much to tell really." He said casually. His tone was bored, but it was all calculated. He's done this song and dance before, he knows the notes and moves by heart now.

"Oh come on, there has to be something."

And it seems you were the perfect partner to duet with.

He kept his body language languid, like one of Levi's cats, as he shrugs again, spreading his legs only to put his left ankle on his right knee. "Well, what do you wanna know?"

"Why this IHOP?" You replied, almost instantly, like you had the question propped and ready to go. "There are a couple others in different parts of the city, so why this one?"

The question caught Eren off guard, and it almost made his mask of cool detachment slip. But he quickly fixed it, right back to performing. "I just like it." He said.

That wasn't the real reason of course, but he didn't know you well enough to tell the actual reason. Other guys can do the whole sensitive, and vulnerable thing, Eren will pass on that.

If you were unsatisfied with the answer you didn't show it. "That's fair. Explains why you were so quick to order."

"Well that's really because of my diet." Eren said. "I'm an athlete so I gotta be strict."

Your eyes lit up. "Really? What sport do you play?"

So, it looks like you're into athletes. Nice.

"I do MMA."

"Really?" You raised a brow. "I've never met anyone who fights before. How did you get into that?"

"I got into a lot of fights at school." He said casually, amused at the way your eyes widened and how you put a hand over your mouth. You really were the delicate type huh? "Figured I might as well get good at it, and it turns out it's something I'm good at and enjoy, so why not pursue it."

"It must be rough though." You said sympathetically. "I mean, I imagine they're a lot tougher than schoolyard fights."

"Yeah but we have rules so no one gets too fucked up." He paused as the waitress came back with your orders and you both thanked her. "Besides, I have a pretty good track record." He said with a smug smirk.

"How good?"

"30 to 2." He said proudly. "And the 2 are from early in my career."

You raised both of your brows this time, pausing as you cut up your crepe. "Wow." Your voice was soft, eyes wide. "That's…pretty amazing." You said. "You really aren't like any other guy I've met."

Now that's what Eren likes to hear. "You flatter me angel." He said, taking a bite of the melt. "So, what kind of guys have you met?"

"Normal ones I guess." You take a bite of your crepe and your eyes light up. "Oh wow this is good!"

"You say that like you've never had an IHOP crepe before." Eren teased lightly.

"Oh, well, my family isn't a big IHOP family." You replied, and Eren wasn't sure if he was seeing things or not, but he could swear that he thought you looked almost embarrassed for some reason. "So what do you do when you're not fighting or saving girls from creeps?"

He had to chuckle at that one. "Train and work honestly, my schedule doesn't really allow for much else."

"You know, I've always admired how dedicated athletes are." You said. "I mean, you guys devote your whole lives to your sport, always trying to get better and stay on top of your physiques and health. It really is impressive."

Yeah, you definitely seem like an athlete fucker. "Know many athletes?"

"Just a couple guys who play volleyball."

"Is that your type?" Eren teased harder, leaning in to get closer to you. "Volleyball players?"

You blushed heavily, and Eren saw the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed.

'Easy there Jaeger, down boy.'

"I mean, not really." You replied softly.

"Then what is?" Eren stayed where he was, looking right into your eyes, even as you tried to avoid his gaze. "Come on, humor me."

"A nice guy I guess." You shrugged, clearly embarrassed. "I-I don't know, I've never really thought about it."

Eren raised a brow. Looks like you're more pure and innocent than he thought. "Well lucky for you I happen to know a pretty nice guy." His charmingly lazy smirk was back. "He's six foot one, does MMA, has a steady job. He sound good?"

You giggled, cheeks going pink. "He sounds OK." You replied, engaging with the teasing this time.

Eren grinned, very satisfied with the set up. "Well he has a fight coming up, you wanna come see it?"

Your eyes lit up, and your excitement was almost palpable. "S-sure. When and where is it?"

Slam dunk.

Eren Jaeger has done it again.

#eren yaeger x reader #eren jeager x reader #aot fic #aot x reader #modern aot

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pbandjesse · 3 months ago

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I have thankfully not thrown up again today. I also did not go to the ER even though I considered it. My head hurt so bad and I couldn't take anything more then the baby aspirin I had already taken. James ended up bringing me an ice pack and I step with it under my head and against my face and I think it's the only reason I was able to fall asleep.

And thankfully I would wake up feeling a lot better. Still really tired, after really struggling to sleep (I spent a lot of time just walking around the house, even tried laying down in the guest room) but I wasn't in as much scary pain.

I did feel more swollen in the middle today. I am still able to get away with my belly button ring but I can for sure see my middle rounding out which is interesting.

I also really wanted to get IHOP. Which James would say yes to. I got up and took a shower. I washed my hair. I continue my every other day schedule and it's working well for me. My hair wouldn't be dry for a few hours. So I just put it up in a clip and we headed out.

It was a nice day but it was slightly chilly out this morning and it didn't registered for me until we were downtown and parked. So James let me wear their jacket which was very appreciated. Love them so much.

The IHOP downtown is super slow. They always have been. Despite there being maybe ten people in the whole place we were there for a really long time.

But we enjoyed each other's company. We had a quiet time. It was nice. The pancakes were a little dry. They were out of whipped cream and they didn't give me much strawberry syrup and then our waitress didn't come back for a really long time. James accidently poured coffee on their pancakes which was hilarious but they said they were still good. I wonder if it was kind of like a tiramisu.

Our waitress, while she wasn't super attentive, was nice. She was also pregnant and we commiserated about that. She's due in May and was already round and I said I was jealous. She said it's probably because it's my first, which I have heard before. Still jealous.

I was feeling tired. We had parked like 4 blocks away and half way back I was like. I am so tired. James cheered me in and we made it back to the car without me falling apart.

We got home and I went upstairs. I was feeling a little off but I didn't want to completely do nothing in the next two hours before I needed to leave for my class. So I worked on the next row of my floor mat. And so now there is only one left.

I would get in bed after that and laid with James for a long time. Just scrolling and chatting. I wasn't feeling to bad, just tired. But I was slightly queasy. Which made me a little nervous.

At 1215 I left. I held sweetp for a bit and James took our picture. And then I was off. I decided to stop at 7/11 for a juice and it helped my queasy feeling a lot. So I texted James to please add juice to the grocery list for tomorrow.

BAS was actually really good today. Mary Ellen and Naomi beat me to awah for the first time ever because I had stopped for that juice. They clowned on me a bit but we were all still ten minutes early so it didn't matter.

And we got set up and waited. But for some reason only two students came to the teen class? We decided it was because it was so nice out. It was really a beautiful day.

Student Naomi was there with her mom and I was excited to tell her about the pregnancy and told her how it's been going. Naomi was fun y when she came in she went "you're still pregnant?!" And I was like yes these things take a while. It was very funny.

Because it was so quiet for the first hour me and my assistant Naomi painted our own pumpkins. I was showing off a little with my pumpkin. I wouldn't have as much time with the background, which I would mainly work on during the adult class, but that's alright.

But thankfully we had a full house for the adult hour. I had pre drawn a bunch of pumpkins and I'm really glad I made that call because it really helped some of our more high support needs students. And it was really a lovely class. Everyone was really into painting and it was just a very nice class.

We ran up right to the end of the hour because we were all having a nice time. Andrew, one of my favorites in the class, came over to give me a very firm and exaggerated handshake, and we showed each other our paintings and it was just a really positive way to end the day.

We cleaned up and locked down the building and I headed home. James was waiting for me.

When I got home I changed my shoes because it had warmed up so much. I thought flip flops would be good because we were going to go for a walk in the park. But they caused wild blisters on the top of my feet. We decided we would go to Mathews for an early dinner and I was really hurting. I just needed a bandaid. I knew I would be fine once I had a bandaid.

We were to far from home though and so I was determined to make it to the restaurant. And I did but I was wearing my sandal basically sideways so it wouldn't touch my poor blistered foot top. Ouchie.

I did make it to the restaurant and the nice waitress would find me a bandaid and I would be much more comfortable. And dinner was grestm we having been to Mathews in weeks. And they had added new things to the menu! We will have to go back and try some of the new stuff. They also had one new waitress. Our normal waitress friend, Grace, was not there. I hope she is well.

Me and James talked about making time for ourselves when baby is here. And fears about losing ourselves. And helping each other and being supportive and supported. I am really glad we can talk frankly about this kind of thing now.

We both agree it's already a little hard to not lose ourselves because it's absolutely the only thing on our minds. Baby. Not feeling good. Preparing. It's very understandable now while it becomes people's entire personality. I don't want it to be my only thing. But I get it.

The walk home was not to bad. My other foot was starting to get another blister but it didn't break and we made it home. We took an interesting way back and got to see some nice houses and plants. And made our plan for when we got home.

When. We got back here I got changed. And went and laid outside with sweetp. James did the laundry and would install our new door security thing. They had finished putting up the wallpaper in the baby room this afternoon and it looks so nice. They would also hang up the new curtains in our bedroom but I didn't like the loops at the top. So I asked them to take them down so I could sew channels on them. And so I worked on that and am much happier with them. They are dark for sure but I think they are perfect for the winter.

We had a nice evening. Eventually I would take a bath. And then me and James would talk while they put away the clean clothes. And now we are just laying in bed. It has been a really nice day. I feel lucky that I got to spend so much time with James.

Tomorrow I hope to do studio work. And then I have my rhumatologist appointment in the afternoon. Hopefully I feel fine. I hope you all have a good day and are feeling fine. I love you all. Good night!!

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watched the promised neverland

what is s2 and why does everyone hate it

OHHHHHH OH YOU WATCHED IT??? LETS FUCKING GOOOOO IHOPE YOU LIKED IT!!!!!!

also thats a quastion with sooooooo many answers i'll try to be brief but. there is so much and i am very passionate abt it <3 heres a general summary of everything i can think of that sucks ass by your best friend skye:

-the biggest one is easily the amount of manga content that is changed/just outright cut altogether. s1 was a wonderful, faithful adaptation of the first 37 chapters of the manga. this manga has 181 chapters and had been finished for a while by the time of s2's release. essentially they tried to squeeze the framework of the remaining 144 chapters into one 11 episode season and it went about as well as you'd expect

-the decision to cut what is easily at least 80% of characters introduced after the escape arc. this includes a character who is, in my opinion, one of the funniest and most well-written characters in the series and a huge fan favorite in general

-the decision to cut literally the entire goldy pond arc, which is widely considered to be the best arc in the manga. every character that comes with it also gets the axe. haha goldy pond reference

-several major plot points and entire chunks of other arcs are also cut out, leaving a messy and frankly sad skeleton of a plot that they try to salvage with original plot points that only serve to make an even bigger mess of this story or to make a setup to what could be a really cool new plot direction and immediately disappoint you. i watched s2 before reading the manga and can count at least 3 separate instances where i went oh youre fucking joking

-i cannot stress how bad this gets. the final episode ends with what is quite literally a glorified powerpoint presentation in an attempt to wrap up an obscene amount of plot before they hit the episode length limit. i said 'this is bullshit' aloud to my sister on my first watch and coming back after reading the manga it was frankly insulting. a character fucking meets god and makes a deal that changes the laws of the world itself and in the anime this is told through a singular still frame that is onscreen for about 8 seconds. it is so bad

-this season fucking gutted pretty much every female character (and every character in general tbh) and turned a series with an amazing emphasis on freedom of expression and defying gender roles into another generic shonen misogyny fest. the significance of emma refusing to wear a skirt after escaping gracefield's oppressive environment is thrown out by putting her back into a skirt by the 3rd or 4th episode, literally every post-escape female character besides 2 are cut, including but not limited to an androgynous girl who kicks ass and is never treated like a joke and a girl who shoots a rich scumbag point-blank in the face to avenge her sister

-i dont see much talk about the racism but god its soo racist. every post-escape character of color is cut with the exception of one, a black guy who is given a 'ooooh hes secretly a villain' cliffhanger at the end of an episode that is entirely non-existent in the manga. they dont even commit to it and he's revealed to Still Be A Good Guy Actually at the start of the next episode, they literally had no reason to do this. at one point they have don tell a terrified 5 year-old not to cry because 'boys don't cry'. don cries more than literally any other guy in the manga and most of the girls as well, and he is never ashamed of this. i am greatly downplaying the amount of rage that line makes me feel

-they cut 4 canonically disabled characters, 2 of which are disabled by the time they're introduced and 2 of which end up disabled after events in the story, all of which are treated with nothing but respect in the manga

i could probably go on but im running out of brain juice so. heres the gist of it <3 in short, season one was for the most part a beautiful adaptation of the first arc and in a lot of aspects i even like it better than the manga, with my only major complaint being the addition of that weird doll krone talks to and the amount of times she's drawn as a caricature even after being toned down compared to the manga. s1 was made with so much love by people who clearly cared abt the story they were adapting, and s2 is a frankly heinous attempt at finishing it up in a very short amount of time. it is so impressively bad that literally no one, from the entire team that worked on the last 2 episodes to THE GODDAMN CREATORS OF THE SERIES wanted to take any credit for those 2 episodes. thank you <3

#skye's ramblings #I DID NOT MEAN FOR IT TO BE THIS LONG BUT UH. I AM VERY PASSIONATE ABOUT THIS. HEART EMOJI #this anime was huge and the release of s2 pretty much singlehandedly destroyed almost the entire fandom. i hate it so much #BUT IN OTHER NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU WATCHED TPN!!!!!!!! JUMPS AROUND #what did you think of it!!!!!!! what did you think of ray. my best friend ray <3 if you have any thoughts id love to hear them #that genuinely makes me soo happy tht you watched it. life is beautiful #bowIetta #shrimps squad #also love this little beast image you have attached. okbye

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imagine a season 4 drizzle au tumblr simulator lol that's so niche nobody would like that

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One of my roommates is crying in the other room while I'm rehearsing a number for my dance class. Having roommates really sucks! :(

#If they make me flunk out of NYADA #I will never let them hear the end of this. #Rachel rambles

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I think getting scolded by your boss at your job at VOGUE.com is incredibly unfair. I need to keep my colleagues in the know. I should not be punished for this. Nobody tell my boss I said this I'm the only one in my apartment who works.

#so what if it doesn't pertain to the job #these 40 year olds are my friends #and with the life i currently have someone needs to know okay!

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anonymous asked: AITA for cheating on my boyfriend? He was being super neglectful and focusing on his job, which he doesn't even need because I have a lot of money and could provide for him because I'm a great boyfriend. I didn't have any other choice because he refuses tobcommunicate. It wasn't even that serious, and I feel really bad about it, but he won't take me back. He even throws away the hand made cards I make him.

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what do these acronyms mean?

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I'm seriouslu goign to do it tjis time he threw away ome of tje notes I spent twenty minutes of class time on,. It even had an origami swan witj it.

#TW suicide threat #TW abusive behavior

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Bullying him is so fucking funny like it's unreal

#I cope with my break up like a normal person #By bullying people I know on Tumblr

anonymous asked: Maybe it was the bowties that made him break up with you? I'm p sure he's fine with cheating, just not bowties

🐤 bowties-with-pride answered: Hwo dare yuo. Stop lying abour him he lovesd my bowties okay he Bought me one for Christmas. And he hates chesting that's why he hates me and broke up witj me and wants me to die

#TW bullying #TW anonymous hate #TW lies #Asks!

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WHY ARE THYE SO FUCKING HAPPY IHOPE YOU DIE WHY DOES SHE LIKE MY RICHER COUSIN THIS IS THE FUCKING WORST

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Date with sugar at breadstix was really nice there was a bug in my spaghetti and his name is Gerald and he tasted really good

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awwww im srry bby :((((( i should have my daddy buy breadstix and also every single bug so that never happens again!!!!!

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It actually tasted better this way

#my post #drizzle au #posts that only make sense to me and juno

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So last night was the Matthew West concert featuring Cochren and Company in Clarkston. What a great show. Now understand, especially the more time has gone on, I am not one to sit and obsessively idolize singers, actors, entertainers, and yes, I tend to look negatively upon those who do. Like several of my coworkers who are so wildly obsessed with Taylors Wift, spending small fortunes to attend her concert, spending hours refreshing refreshing refreshing their browser pages on their phone, desperately scrambling for a charging cord less they lose their precious place in line to get tickets to her last tour. I'm not all about that, and what the hell is wrong with you people. So my point there is that while I have heard the music of both these groups, it's not like I know the full discography, hell, I couldn't have even told you what they looked like.

We've had the radio pretty much exclusively set to K-LOVE now since not this past Christmas, but the Christmas before. I have it on classical in my office at work, in the car while I'm driving it can vary, but at home, it's basically the background music of our life. And in my work truck, and quite often in the vehicle too. And I heard on a commercial on the radio that Matthew West was doing a tour and coming to Clarkston. And I knew of several of his songs, and I liked them, so I got tickets. I had heard of Cochren and company, at least heard of a few of their songs, and I liked them too. I mean, it's contemporary Christian. It's very doubtful, very doubtful that I'm going to be standing there and be like no, I can't get into this.

I had attended that concert before in November downtown at Little Caesars arena. That was, oh let me think now... TobyMac, MercyMe, and Zach Williams. It was my first experience with a contemporary Christian concert. And wow. If you've never been, and there's a singer you happen to like, and they happen to be in a venue somewhere near you, I would highly recommend it. Because everyone was there for just one thing, to praise the power and glory of the Lord. To pray, together, thousands of people with their arms outstretched, oh, and certainly not to marginalize, excellent music too. Just really good solid music. Positive, uplifting, encouraging, but above all else, really good singers and songwriters. Really good harmonies and melodies. In such a variety of different genres of music, but just GOOD music! And you are invariably going to hear something that you needed to hear, whatever that may be.

This concert was the same but different, a smaller more intimate venue, and I say smaller with a grain of salt, this is one of those big non-denominational churches that seats like 3500. But I mean, the LCA seats 22,000, so definitely more intimate. But we're not talking like a school play or something here. It was just a fantastic concert. And it's the energy of the crowd, an entire room of people all there for that singular purpose, in some ways, it's like being at church. But different. But so good. It's the sort of thing you walk away from and you just feel uplifted, inspired, oh sure, all the stuff you got going on in your life, it's going to be there the next day when you wake up, but you're just sort of recharged, you just feel like you're going to be able to get through this, whatever this may be.

He said something last night, and damned if I can remember exactly how he phrased it, but it was something to the effect of these days, in America, it seems like we have the freedom to talk about anything we want, to share any opinion we have... as long as it's not about our faith. And boy, did that hit. Because yes, in this world where I'm reminded every time an email is sent that someone at work is allegedly a they/she/he, or last night at IHOP, where there was a group of high schoolers at the table next to us, one of which was clearly a boy wearing a 1950s polka dot dress, or where we were at the B-52's concert a couple summers back at Meadowbrook, and a commercial for Planned Parenthood comes on the big screen on the stage during the intermission, and everyone's cheering and clapping like seals, to stand and testify my faith, to stand there and say yes, I'm a Catholic, that's a hard row to hoe. Or just a Christian in general. To stand there and say that I believe in a higher power, and His name is Jesus Christ, you talk about a room going silent...

With that, it is incredibly affirming, the good kind, not pretending to be a gender that you're not, to be in a place with thousands of other people who believe the same things you do. Who go through those same awkward conversations. To know that you're not alone. Humans are social creatures, and we need that.

In the words of Matthew West: don't stop praying! 🥔

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I have a very bad feeling about the hostages. I think I wrote that I was scared that the children would be given to Moslem families ...not over the news they said that Hamas has said it will maybe not return the mothers with the children.....not clear if they would separate the mothers from the children or would keep them both. There is said to be a woman who delivered while in their hands and I keep wondering if she has kept the child. Nothing more has been written about her. All that we don't know is so frightening and also that the government is hiding facts from us. I realise there may be a good reason for that but nevertheless it is as if we are in a world on a cloud somewhere. Ihope there will be thousands marching with the families. I intend to go to the entrance to the city to meet them and walk with them to the demonstration. I am so tired of hearing planes going over. I think that they may have lost support as at the tent city they have signs calling for the dismissal of Netanyahu. And there is still such support for him. |They should all read this.

For years, Netanyahu propped up Hamas. Now it’s blown up in our faces

The premier's policy of treating the terror group as a partner, at the expense of Abbas and Palestinian statehood, has resulted in wounds that will take Israel years to heal from

I put on the news each morning praying not to hear of more soldiers who have been killed. I listen to the names praying not to hear a name I know and think of those who have already received the dreaded knock on the door. I guiltily wonder if those who still support Netanyahu will still feel the same if it comes for them.

I also wonder if it would be better if we did not receive the hostages back...for their sake and for the sake of the families. God knows in what state they will be returned to us ...especially the women. I wish I did not have an imagination. And at such moments I have to hold on to my humanity to feel sympathy for those in Gaza. But I know I must not allow that to happen to me.

Over the news they are warning people about the use of drugs of all sorts at this time. I take a pill at night to sleep but I have such weird dreams not connected with the situation.

I hope that the families of the Thailanders who were killed and the foreign helpers will receive help from the government .

I think something has happened to my head as I think of something I wanted to write to you about and then the next minute it has gone. I have learned to make notes.

The news said there would be rain. Once I waited in winter for the rain but now I think of our soldiers, I think of those in the tent city, I think of the Palestinians here in Israel whose homes we have destroyed or rather the settlers have chased from their homes. Last night the daughter of my friends told us that she has been buying slime for the children at the hotel where she is volunteering from her own money so Sarah Sherman and I gave her a contribution and told her to contact us if she needs more. At least for donations there is no scarcity. Sarah says that so many people want to volunteer...it reminds me of the saying in Hebrew that more than the calves want to receive milk , the cow wants to give it. I think I have that correct.

The Rabbi who warned Israel about future dangers https://www.ynetnews.com/magazine/article/bkypnmrnp?utm_source=ynetnews.com&utm_medium=Share&utm_campaign=mail&utm_term=bkypnmrnp&utm_content=Article%20Top

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And this is Sara Netanyahu at the best. We have heard since that date that she met with some of the families but only those who were checked out as supporters of Netanyahu and who had not taken part in the demonstrations and that she also warned those whom she met that if they wanted their kidnapped families to be first amongst those who are returned, they should refrain from demonstrating against him or criticizing him...you can't believe it.....I saw a video where her spokesman denies it absolutely but cannot find it now. But you can believe me I saw it. There are no dregs of the sewage to which that family will not descend. I checked on Google and did not find it there. But I know I saw it.

Mother of Gaza hostage: Sara Netanyahu came to our meeting with PM and praised him

Just one thing to show why I can still believe in our people. Earlier on on chat an appeal to bring lunch for the families. Someone had let them down and they needed 200 food packages. As I intend walking, I cannot carry with me as I have enough problems walking without weight. I phoned my friend, Yehudit, at Nofim who was driving there later by car to ask if she could take it for me and she said that within about an hour there was another post to say that the problem had been solved. We do not have leaders but we do have a people who take their place.

I will send this out hoping that this time it will go out to you. My correspondence lists disappeared from my chat and I hope that Avner will be able to come tomorrow as there are people on it, mainly the Israeli list who do not receive my emails. I wonder if I have been hacked.

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liam couldn't hold back a soft chuckle at briar's words. "the least you could do? are you kidding me? i mean... you made time out of your insane schedule to see me. it's the least i can do to make it worth your while...ish. 'gotta make up for the damage your reputation's about to take by being seen here", he joked, hoping to keep things light. briar was a global pop phenomenon, and liam had no illusions about that. he hadn't gotten to experience her fame firsthand yet, and no matter how humble briar seemed to have remained, liam knew she could easily afford the ihop franchise if the whim struck.

"something something i'm being a gentleman, alright?" he shrugged, a half-hearted way of closing the matter. there was no way he'd let her pay. or carry her bags, either. "oh, i know. but isn't there power in making me your butler, too?" liam gently set down the luggage when they reached his truck to unlock the passenger side for briar. he popped the door open with a quiet grunt. "i really need to get this door fixed... it's been giving me hell lately. so don't think this is some dig at your independence, okay?" before she could climb in, he stepped back and loaded her luggage into the backseat, but froze when he heard her question.

it was the world's worst-kept secret that liam had been harboring feelings for briar. well, to everyone but briar, apparently, and for that, he was grateful. she meant too much to him to risk ruining their friendship with unreciprocated feelings. he'd rather have her like this, as a friend, than not at all. in his mind, keeping his feelings buried was a way of protecting them both. growing up, he'd had to endure the endless jokes about when he and briar would finally get together, even from his parents. so while liam wasn't thrilled with the distance between them now, it made things... simpler. he'd learned to live with it. in fact, it had even helped him feel like he was moving on from that childhood crush. at least, that's what he'd thought— until he saw her again, with her beautiful smile and bright blue eyes. her mere presence stirred up feelings he'd worked so hard to get past. god, this was a mess.

"uhh, well... sort of. i don't know about juicy, though. what about you? too old for dicaprio now, but i bet you've got good stories", he said in an attempt to deflect, but he knew briar wouldn't let him off so easy. the truth was, there was someone. it was recent, they both hadn't talked about putting a label on things, but liam was enjoying himself. so he didn't know why bringing it up to briar now felt so... wrong. he pushed the thought aside, willing himself to keep things casual.

the days that lead to briar's visit for her were filled of thoughts such as would liam still want to be her friend ? and did liam think she was a bad person like 90% of the world ? she didn't want the person she considered her best friend to see her in any sort of bad light-- even if she'd had a few bad years in the press. ❝ are you absolutely sure ? because i'm okay with paying, really. it's the least i can do. ❞ she told him, blues widening as a small pout formed. the laugh at her pancake voice made her grin from ear to ear again, watching as he took her luggage. ❝ i could have carried those, you know. i'm a strong, independent woman, or have you forgotten ? ❞ she teased as she made her way toward his truck, letting him carry her luggage. ❝ so, tell me all the juicy details of your life now. got a girlfriend ? ❞ not that it mattered or anything, they were just friends. that's all they'd ever been and all they'd ever be. at least, that's what she kept telling herself. maybe she'd had a tiny crush on him before she left. maybe. and maybe she wanted him to give her a reason to stay back then but when he didn't, briar left thinking he'd never feel the same.

#˳೫˚∗ briar hamilton #=͟͟͞⚝ 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗦 : LIAM.#i'm sorry for how huge this is there's a lot of feelings

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Jin’s Visual

Dahyun’s Visual

Talking on the phone isn't inherently a bad thing until that person you are talking to is from 50 years ago.

Dahyun and Jin had been talking on the phone almost every day, the problem was she was living in 2023 and he was living in 1973.

It was made easier because they were living in the same house at their respective times. Jin would send Dahyun gifts by hiding them in the house in his time, and she would look into the hiding spot to see what gifts he left.

Neither of them didn't want to think about where Jin would be in the year 2023, like how old he is or if he was even alive anymore.

During today's conversation, she could hear the sounds of a pencil scrawling on paper.

“What are you doing?” Dahyun asked.

“I'm writing about what we're talking about, so I can look at it in the future and remember about the beautiful and funny girl I was talking to,” Jin responded.

“Well, that sounds lovely.” she giggled, “I'm sorry but I have to go. I'm gonna be meeting a friend tomorrow and I gotta be up early in the morning.”

“Alright, I'll talk to you later, goodnight Dahyun,”

“Good night, Jin.” click

While it all seemed fine from Dahyun’s perspective, Jin knew that their relationship wouldn't work. 50 years is a long time, and he didn't know where he was gonna be.

There was only one thing he could do to signal his future self.

‘Dear my next of kin, I would like for you to do something for me...’

The next morning, her friend, Jungkook, picked her up from her house to hang out for the day.

“So where are we going?” she asked him as Jungkook was driving.

“Well, we were going to IHOP first, but I need to go to the hospital. My dad, well my stepdad, is sick and I'm gonna go see him, but I didn't want to go by myself so I'm bringing you with me.”

“Wow, you didn't even ask if I wanted to,”

“I thought you wouldn't mind.”

The shrilling noise of the phone was heard throughout the house, but as Dahyun wasn't home, it was left unanswered.

“Hey dad, how are feeling today?” Jungkook said to his dad, a visibly old man on the hospital bed, and he didn't look so good.

“I'm doing okay, Jungkook. Who is this you have with you?” he said, noticing the young woman standing behind him.

“Hello, sir, my name is Dahyun. I'm one of your son's friends.” She said before Jungkook told her that he was gonna leave the room and wait outside, which she thought was weird.

“Sir, I'm sure you want to talk to your son, not me and-”

“He called you.”

“What’s that, sir?”

“He called you and you didn't answer.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I'm talking about, and I know you know.”

Dahyun was still confused. There was only one thing the older man could do to tell her what he was trying to say.

“Open that drawer for me, please.” he leaned his head toward the drawer next to him. She did what he asked. All she sees is a tattered notebook. “Open it, and read it.”

Dahyun opened the notebook with caution and she read the words written.

‘January 2nd, 1973/2023: I sent Dahyun a rock that I had found pretty on my own to work, I know I can’t send her much cause it would not age well in 50 years, so it’s better to send her something that wouldn’t age, and would also be a good way to tell her that I thought about her.’

‘February 5th, 1973/2023: I can’t help but think that I love her. I love her so much, and I know she loves me too, but I know we can’t be together. I’ll be old and possibly on my deathbed while she is young and ready to live her life. We have to let each other go, no matter how much it hurt.’

The more she read the entries, the more she saw her tears splotch the tattered pages of the notebook. There was only one person who could have known all this information and the stuff they talked about on the phone.

She looked up from the notebook and looked at the old man laying on the hospital bed, and it became all clear.

“…Jin?”

MKSLEMGLEANGLA OP WHAT THIS IS SO COOL AND SO WELL-WRITTEN AND SO ORIGINAL.

DUDE this is what I mean when I say you need a writing blog. Your ideas are genius and people need them. You need a Tumblr blog and an AO3 and I wanna be your #1 fan lmao I love this, OP. You're amazing.

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today was such a good day and i had no idea it would be when i woke up

#text post #i got to sleep in until like 1pm which was SO needed #i avoided some responsibilities and laid in bed until it was time to go to work #and i had a closing shift and knew i was working w one of my good friends #but the shift leader was supposed to be a girl that i really get along with but instead! it was this other guy who i have a GREAT TIME with #and another one of my good friends who i rarely get to work with stayed late to help us close because it was insane #and we all had a great time for the most prt #and there was this cute customer who had been sitting in the cafe for a while #and i started mopping and we had a great conversation and he goes to my school #and i was lowkey highkey flirting and idk if he was but it was still nice #and we hugged when he left which was?? weird but alrightlike he didnt pickpocket me or anything #and he said he was comin back in the morning and i was like ‘ah man im closing tomorrow :/‘#and he was like ‘oh well maybe i’ll come back by later’ and i was like ‘oooop’#plus after we closed me and the bois went to ihop and had a great time #it was my first time hangin out with work friends outside of actual work #AND i got a parking spot when i got back to campus!!! wtf!! today was great!!#great day

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vargskelegore · 2 years ago

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heyoo!! could we get a fic where transfer student!shuri realizes u mostly eat struggle meals like ramen n the occasional hamburger helper n since you feel bad abt her taking you out to eat a decent meal everyday she learns how to cook w you 💪🏾

author's note: NO BECAUSE THIS IDEA IS SOOOO CUTE. i'm always eating a damn struggle meal so this is relatable af. ramen gang for the win tho.

cake boss, who? - hbcu!shuri x black!reader

requests: open to headcanons & imagines!

on campus, for lunch, you usually ate ramen. no, not maruchan-- that shit was below your standards. nongshim. the more superior budget ramen. although, even that shit wasn’t really healthy for you.

it was a common experience-- being a college student and being broke since you were either unemployed, or your job paid so bad you might as well be unemployed.

you were lucky that sometimes your rich roommate would pay for you to eat because she wanted to- but since she was always gone, going on dates with random dudes on campus, it wasn’t often you ate something she got you.

honestly, shuri took you out to eat more times than you could count (AS FRIENDS.... i guess?), but you felt really bad about taking her money and food all the time. it wasn’t like they were michelin star restaurants, just stuff like ihop, waffle house, panera bread.. they were luxury to you, though.

on one of the days you were cooking shin ramyun, there was a familiar knock on your door. shuri. shuri developed this knock based off of drum beats they would do back in her home country, and it was something she did on your door to remind herself of home, and also let you know her arrival.

“the door is open!” you called out, attempting to keep the amount of smoke down because if you even had it float a little too high, that alarm was gonna get you, and your cooking in the dorm days would be over.

as soon as shuri walked in, she could smell you cooking the same thing, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

“every time i walk in here, not only are you cooking, it’s always that high sodium trash.” shuri looked around the room as she walked inside.

“yeah well, it’s at the local neighborhood walmart, and it’s like six bucks for a pack of them.” you shrugged as you pushed the noodles around with your chopsticks.

“..is the meals i get you not enough?” there was a hint of panic in shuri’s voice -- one thing about her was that she always tried hard, but for you, she went beyond that. she wasn’t exactly sure why she was like that.

noticing what shuri said, you cut her off so quick. “no! i love the places you take me, but.. i don’t want you to spend money on me like that..” your voice got quiet at the end, and that’s when shuri walked over to you, staring down at you.

“nonsense, it’s barely anything.. i’m willing to spend enough to keep you well fed. i think it’s stupid how american university tuition just uses up so much money that you have to live off of cheaply made factory food.” shuri could go on a rant about this, and you could tell she had been bottling that opinion up for a while.

“i don’t disagree, but this is my life, shuri.” you sighed in defeat as you turned around to drain the water.

shuri got directly behind you, hands in her pockets. when you turned back around, you were met with her being right in front of you.

“then let me try something different. let’s cook together.” there was hope in her voice as she stared down at you. your hand, which was being occupied by your ramen pot, slightly began shaking.

“i, uh..”

“please? i think you can make a good meal without using so much money, if that’s what you’re worried about.” her voice was gentle, and god, how could you say no to that voice? hell, it was practically begging.

after a moment of silence, you nodded.

shuri’s face lit up as she took the pot from your hand, pouring the sauceless noodles into the trash. you were a bit shocked that she did that so quickly.

“shuri, that was my lunch--!”

“hush, we’re gonna make a better lunch together.”

ever since that moment, you two started making food together. learning how to cook cheap and tasty food was a bit of a challenge, but you both managed to deal with it.

you two made everything together. pasta, soup, fancy ass sandwiches, and so much more. for you, seeing shuri in an apron when you guys were baking was the cutest thing ever.

powder all over her face, squealing when a certain ingredient got all over her. it was adorable and it melted your heart.

there was nothing more you enjoyed than the company of shuri.

on one of the days you two were baking, you both decided to bake a cake this time. nobody told y'all it would take a while, but honestly, that was probably because you two were goofing off instead of baking which made it take longer.

as you were mixing the buttercream frosting mixture together, shuri sighed in annoyance.

"crap, i forgot my phone.. i'm gonna go get it, i'll be right back. don't eat the frosting. i'm serious."

you held your hands up in surrender before nodding. mentally you were smirking, because you were gonna eat it anyway.

as soon as she left, you waited about 20 seconds before sticking your finger into the bowl and taking a taste.

a few tastes turned into more tastes. and more. but it wasn't enough to make it look like it wasn't enough for icing.

as soon as you could hear shuri coming back, you immediately went back to mixing, whistling a bit as you didn't acknowledge her presence out of guilt of eating it.

"..y/n? i'm back." shuri raised an eyebrow at you as she walked back over to where she originally was.

you hummed before muttering out a quick "hi." and went back to doing what you were doing.

shuri, being the suspicious person she was, crossed her arms and just stared at you. you could feel her stare but you tried so hard to make it seem like you didn't care.

"y/n. turn around for me, real quick?"

"but i'm mixing.. i can't get distracted." you lied, realizing your once rhythm on mixing suddenly became very irregular.

shuri didn't say a word before pulling you from the mixing station and over to where she was standing. you tried covering your face, but she was quick to make you uncover.

that's when she saw it.

she brought a thumb to your face, wiping off something on the corner of your mouth, and licking it off her own thumb.

"that tastes really good, but damn, y/n, you could've lied a little better, no?" it was icing. she had a teasing grin on her face as she watched you become visibly embarrassed. all she could do was laugh as she went to grab the frosting and begin icing the cake.

you were stunned, to say the least. what were you gonna do with this girl?

#sam is obsessed with shuri #sam answers asks #hbcu!shuri #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x reader #black reader #imagine

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More incorrect quotes! >:)

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Sun: How's the sexiest person here~?

Moon: I don't know, how are they~?

Sun, flustered: I-

Earth, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

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Sun: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Moon: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Sun: Yes!

Earth: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

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Sun: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Moon: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Sun: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Earth: edible

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Pluto: HELP! I TOLD MERCURY I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Mars, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

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Pluto: What do you think Mars will do for a distraction?

Mercury: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Mercury: ... or they could do that.

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Pluto: Mars isn’t answering their phone

Mercury: I’ll call

Pluto: Earth and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Mars: Hello?

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Pluto: Mercury, I'm sad.

Mercury: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Mars: Earth, I'm sad.

Earth, nodding: mood.

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Pluto: You know those things will kill you, right?

Mercury, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Mars, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Earth: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

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Pluto, trying to convince Mars to join the group: You know... I thought it'd be good to have someone come along who's really... strong!

Mercury: And loud!

Moon: And grumpy!

Earth: And oblivious to reality!

Mars:

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Pluto: What does 'take out' mean?

Mercury: Food.

Mars: Dating

Earth: Murder

Moon: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

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Pluto: Where's Mercury, Mars, and Earth?

Moon: They're playing hide and seek.

Pluto: Where?

Moon: I don't think you get how this game works.

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Sun: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Moon: Sun, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're an idiot.

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Sun: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why.

Moon: Only if you also don't ask why

Moon: *Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls* Take your pick.

Sun:

Moon:

Sun: This one is fine

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Sun, going over Moon's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.

Moon: Yes

Sun: Okay... may I know what you create?

Moon: Problems.

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Earth: Hey Mars can I get a sip of your water?

Mars: It's not water.

Earth: Vodka, I like your style!

Mars: It's vinegar.

Earth: Wh-Wha-

Mars: It's vinegar, COWARD.

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Earth: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground.

Mars: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

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Moon: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Sun: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Moon:

Moon: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

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Moon: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Sun: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

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Sun: Moon! My face is on fire!

Moon: Sun! Are you ok?!

Sun: Oh yes, I'm fine. I just said that to make sure you'd come in here quickly.

Moon: But your face *is* on fire.

Sun: Yes. It's much faster than shaving.

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Mars: *Gets down on one knee*

Earth: Oh my god, it’s finally happening.

Mars: *Falls over*

Earth: The poison is kicking in.

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Moon: Earth and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Earth: Sentences.

Moon: Don't interrupt me.

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Mars: Am I in trouble?

Earth: Take a guess.

Mars: No?

Earth: Take another guess.

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Venus: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

Saturn: Twelve, actually.

Venus: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Saturn: Yours!

Venus: That's right: no one's.

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Venus, tending to Saturn's wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Saturn: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

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Venus: Why are you on the floor?

Saturn: I'm depressed.

Saturn: Also I was stabbed, can you get Jupiter, please.

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Venus: I told Saturn their ears flush when they lie.

Jupiter: Why?

Venus: Look.

Venus: Hey Saturn! Do you love us?

Saturn, covering their ears: No.

Jupiter:

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Venus: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Saturn: Wasn't Jupiter with you?

Jupiter: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Venus, negotiating with Saturn: We have Jupiter. Give us ten thousand dollars and they will be returned to you unharmed

Jupiter: Whoa, whoa, wait, you think I’m only worth ten thousand dollars?

Venus:

Jupiter: MAKE IT ONE MILLION–

Venus: JUPITER STOP

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Venus, driving Saturn and Jupiter: So how was your day?

Saturn: We almost got surprise adopted!

Venus: What?

Jupiter: We almost got kidnapped.

Venus: Oh, okay.

Venus: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

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Moon, about Mars: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Earth: Are we stealing them?

Sun: New or used?

Moon: Wonderful responses, both of you.

---

*Earth's helping Sun out after they get injured, while the others are watching*

Moon: How does Sun look?

Mars: A little better than you, actually.

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Earth: Tonight, one of you will betray us.

Sun: Is it me, Earth?

Earth: No, it’s not you.

Moon: Is it me, Earth?

Earth: It’s not you either.

Mars: Is it me, Earth?

Earth:

Earth, mockingly: Is IT mE Earth?

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Earth: Have you seen a person named 'Sun' around here?

Moon: Ugh, yes. They made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Mars: It looks fine to me?

Moon: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

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Earth, Sun, and Moon are sitting on a bench

Mars: Why do you guys look so sad?

Earth: Sit down with us so we can tell you.

*Mars sits down*

Sun: The bench is freshly painted.

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Earth: Truth or dare?

Sun: Dare

Earth: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room

Sun: Hey Mars

Mars, blushing: Yeah?

Sun: Could you move? I’m trying to get to Moon.

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Uranus: Neptune and I don’t use pet names.

Pluto: I see. Hey, what do bees make?

Uranus: Honey?

Neptune: Yes, dear?

Uranus:

Pluto: Don't ever lie to my face again.

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Uranus: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

Neptune: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Pluto: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

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Uranus: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste

Neptune: We got spring water

Uranus: NO.

Pluto: with EXTRA minerals

Neptune: it's like licking a stalagmite

Uranus: DON'T COME HOME.

Pluto: Mmmmm cave water

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Uranus: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Neptune: You’re a hazard to society

Pluto: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

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