#will i get hate for this? HEY MAYBEEEE

[sweetbans29]

Back to You (4) - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: We are getting somewhere

Warnings: none?

Word Count: 2.5k

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Back to You Masterlist & Sweetbans Masterlist

You wake up the next morning with a pounding head. You groan and turn over onto your stomach, dreading having to open your eyes.

Your hands feel around to find your phone but can't seem to find it. You keep feeling around until you find something familiar and you do. You find your stuffed pig Pua and pull it into your chest.

The bed dips near your left hip, you let out another groan.

"Good morning to you too," Kate says as she rubs your back.

You don't respond.

Although you want to rip your head off, you can't help but feel tears begin to form. You bring your hand to catch the first tear before it falls.

"Hey," Kate says softly, as she shifts to sit on the bed and bring your head to her lap. "You don't need to be tough here."

You let the tears fall as you hold Pua and let Kate rub your back. You haven't cried like this since the early days after your break up, when you vowed to not let Caitlin have such a big affect on you. But here and now, it almost feels worse than the initial blow.

"I hate her," you say in between sniffles.

The words come out straggled and you mean them, Kate knows you mean them. But what is not said is how much you still love Cait and how you hate that you know you always will. Kate also knows how much you love Caitlin.

"I don't think I can keep doing this," you say.

"This is your dream job," Kate says softly. "You have worked so hard to get here and I know this is the last team you wanted to work for but being the head of player development is where you belong. There is no doubt in anyone's mind about that."

You know she is right.

"Don't let her take something that you were made for," Kate says and you really don't know how you ended up being so lucky to have her as your person.

"I just don't understand why it has to be here," you say. "Out of all the places - even looking overseas, I end up here. It is like the world is playing a cruel joke."

"Or maybeeee it is showing you that you can exist in a world with her but live independent from her," Kate says and you finally look up at her.

"Since when are you wise?" You say giving her a skeptical look.

Kate hits you on your shoulder and the two of you end up play fighting until you feel ready to tackle the world.

You know it is not possible to live in a world where you always avoid Caitlin, especially in the Caitlin capital of the world. Initially coming into this new job you thought you could go unseen, but the more you thought about it the more you want to be seen. Not by the world, but by her. You miss her - have since the day she ended it and you always told yourself that you would never let her in again. At the end of the day, you have to protect yourself and you stand by that. But looking at life, you feel like you are hurting yourself more by trying to keep her out of your life than letting her back in. Not nearly as much as you had before but working for the same team, you know you need to be cordial.

Being cordial with Caitlin does not mean you are allowing her back into your life.

Being cordial with Caitlin does not mean handing your heart back for her to hold.

Being cordial with Caitlin means no longer doing everything in your power to avoid her.

Come Monday, going into work you were ready to face whatever the wind blows your way - Cait included. You let your assistant Ben know that he no longer needed to make excuses and he nodded with understanding eyes.

Ben doesn't know the story - he's never asked and never will, not that you would tell. But he knows enough, has seen enough pain in your eyes and watched as you practically sprint the other direction when no.22 comes walking your way. But Ben prides himself in being great at his job and that includes knowing the boundaries of his boss.

You decide to head to the practice gym while the team is warming up. There is a home Fever game tonight and you know it is going to be a tough one, not only physically but potentially mentally considering we are playing the Lynx.

The team is in the middle of individual shooting drills and you observe as your staff works with a few of the players. You see Keith working with Caitlin and know she is taken care of. As you watch them, you notice how even after a few years Cait still has a lot of the same mannerisms she had in college. She has developed a lot, her shot selection has grown and you have seen her continue to become great in all aspects of her game. She has gotten stronger and has filled out more which you try not to think about too much outside from it being an on the court advantage.

Caitlin is locked in and you are grateful her attention is on the game instead of your presence. Once it is time for the team to head to the lockers before the game, you see Cait do a double take in your direction.

You can see the internal battle that she is facing. You never show up before games - the only time she has seen you on game day was when she stole that moment during half time. And with what happened at the Nike event, she was not expecting to see you so soon - even if it is what she has been hoping for.

Caitlin heads into the lockers, running by you in the process.

You don't trust your voice or your eyes for that matter and turn away as she passes. Your hands grip a nearby table and you take several deep breaths.

As you compose yourself and head out onto the floor, you take up space next to Ben.

"Ready?" Ben asks.

"I am here, aren't I?" You say and give him a smile.

Ben smiles and nods.

The Lynx are the first ones on the court and you find your eyes wandering over to their side. You spot the sharp shooter you are looking for and find that she is already looking your way. You give her a smile which she returns.

You stay in your spot as the teams are called and the game commences.

The Lynx come out strong, shooting 64% in the first quarter. Caitlin starts the game with 4 points in the first and you can tell she is in her head, she doesn't wear it well.

You watch the coaching staff do their job as you observe to better direct your team come next practice. Going into the second quarter, you see Caitlin chatting it up with McBride on the floor.

You don't want to think anything of it but when you see Caitlin begin to get a little chirpy and bump Kayla's shoulder you finally move from your spot. You take a step forward, not knowing what you are doing as the ref's whistles blow and Caitlin is pulled back by Hull and Howard. Kayla just waves her hand dismissing whatever Caitlin said which only causes her fire to fuel even more.

You don't know why but you feel your anger begin to boil and you want to approach Cait but know this is neither the time or space to do so.

The game continues, becoming even more physical if that is even possible. It is the last minute of the first half Kayla pokes the ball out of Caitlin's hand causing it to go flying into the backcourt. Both players go for it, colliding hard. Caitlin is laying on her back, hands above her head as she tries to catch her breath. Kayla is the opposite, laying on her stomach as she pounds her hand on the ground.

A time out is called as the refs go to the monitor and the med staff comes out to check on the players.

"She is an idiot," you mutter under your breath as you watch Caitlin get help up. You can tell she is avoiding you but you know she feels the heat of your stare.

"Do you want to talk to her?" Ben asks and you know he is offering to get her in a room during the half.

"No, that is honestly the last thing that I want to do right now," you say. "I think I would actually rip her head off."

Ben nods, trying to hide his smile. You are too busy staring down Caitlin to notice.

If anyone were to ask Ben, anger is a giant step in the right direction when it comes to you and Caitlin. But no one asks.

Caitlin comes to sit on the bench and your stare burns into the back of her head.

The refs call it a foul on Caitlin which puts the Lynx in the bonus, sending Kayla to the line. She hits both and the quarter finishes with the Lynx leading by 7.

You don't bother going down the tunnel and opt for walking across to the visitors side. Finding a spot, you wait for the team to run out. When they do, you see Kayla slow down before you have a chance to stop her yourself.

"I'm sorry," you say and wish you could say more.

Kayla firmly shakes her head no.

"You, you have nothing to apologize for," she says with a calmness and sureness that almost immediately reassures you.

"Are you okay?" You ask scanning over her as if she didn't finish out the second quarter on the floor. "It was a big hit."

She chuckles and brings her hands to hold you in place and says, "I am perfect."

Between her hands on you and the smile she is giving you, a blush creeps up your cheeks and you shy away.

"Thank you for coming to check on me, it means a lot," Kayla says and you nod.

"It is the least I can do," you say. "Watch yourself out there."

"I got you watching me, what more do I need?' Kayla says as she begins to jog out onto the floor and you wave her off with a smile.

You let her take the floor and make your way back to your spot next to Ben. It is now your turn to feel the burn of a pair of eyes staring intently at you during the final warm-ups.

"I don't know who has a deadlier stare," Ben says quietly.

"Ha ha ha," you fake laugh as you watch everyone but Caitlin.

The third quarter is just as intense as the second as the Fever bring the game back within one. They will need a big fourth quarter to secure the win and all eyes are on the all-star.

The fourth is a battle as there are seven lead changes. It comes down to the final seconds, Lynx are up by one and the ball is in Caitlin's hands. As the seconds wind up, she lets it fly and it hits the back iron - rebounded by Kayla.

The final buzzer sounds and Lynx win by one.

You watch the crowd thin out and the team's head to greet friends and family. The players eventually head into the lockers to change and head into media. You head to your office to take some notes on the game before heading out for the night.

On your way out, you pass the tunnel to the floor and hear someone. You immediately know who it is as you stand there for a second debating if what you are thinking is a good idea.

Your legs override any thoughts you have as they lead you to the floor.

Caitlin is standing in the spot she missed the final shot as Keith is feeding her the ball.

"Go home Keith," you say.

"No," Caitlin says, not looking at you as she goes for another shot - missing.

Keith gives you a look and you nod your head towards the door.

Being alone with Caitlin was not on your bingo card for today but here you are, sending Keith home so you could be alone with her.

You take his spot and feed Caitlin the ball but she just stops and stares at you. You stare back at her.

She takes a step towards you but you take a step back, keeping the same distance between the two of you. You watch as her hands come to grip the bottom of her jersey, a habit that you know she has developed to avoid touching something that should not be touched.

The two of you stand there in silence. After a few minutes you finally break the silence.

"We are not friends," you say and you see Caitlin's shoulders rise a little as if she is about to argue with you but they fall as if she remembers how the two of you ended up here.

"I can't be your friend," you say. "Not that you deserve it."

Caitlin is now looking down at her hands.

"But I am tired of whatever is going on between us," your voice is tired. You are tired.

"So where does that leave us?" Caitlin asks softly.

"Honestly?" You ask, more so asking yourself than her. "I have no idea."

She nods, taking in your words.

"But I deserve to walk into work and not be crippled with anxiety over the thought of seeing you," you say looking at her now. "We both work here. We both live here now. We are going to see each other, that's the reality of the situation."

"She is nothing compared to you," Caitlin blurts out and you breath trying to lose your composure.

"We aren't anything," Caitlin follows up. "We met a few weeks ago and I invited her because I didn't want to go to the event alone and Kate was going with you..."

"So it's my fault?" You ask, anger bubbling under your skin.

"No," Caitlin says and tries again to take a step towards you and succeeds. "Not even close."

You put your hand up to stop her moving closer and bring your other hand to rub your face.

"I know I messed up, that seems to be all I am able to do since you've arrived, but I am ready to fight. Fight for you, for us," she says.

"There is no us," you say with a little more bite than you anticipated.

"I deserved that," she says softly. "But I meant what I said - that night is the biggest mistake of my life because you are worth it. And I am an idiot for not doing this sooner."

You look up, eyes meeting hers and you know she means every word. And you know that being cordial with Caitlin is going to be a lot harder than you initially anticipated.

AN: Well, we are starting to head in the right direction, right? Let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

Okay so we’ve all seen that the shirt Tommy is wearing when hes showing Buck around harbor is pretty similar to the shirt Sal wore when he got kicked out of the 118 and it gave me an idea

for story purposes and personal hc i imagine tommy and sal are bestfriends they just had to deal with alot of shit between them first

Sal: “Hey Tommy have you seen my nice shirt? The tan one with the pocket? I cant find it anywhere and I checked all over my house and figured if its not there it’s somehow over here.”

Tommy: “Oh yeah it’s on the clothes rack.”

Sal: ….. “Why do you have my shirt?”

Tommy: “I “borrowed” it”

Sal: “WHY”

Tommy: ….. “So you know that cute guy I was talking about that I met on the helicopter with howie and hen?”

Sal: “Yes the one you haven’t shut up about.”

Tommy: “Okay soooo the day after, he called me and wanted a tour of harbor and im like cool I get to show him around and maybeeee see if hes interested. So I went to find a nice shirt. Problem is I couldn’t find anything and didn’t feel like doing laundry sooooo I might have went over to your house and stole your shirt 😁”

Sal: …. “Really?”

Tommy: “Hey at least I washed it and ironed it, YOUR WELCOME”

Sal: *deadpan* “Thanks.”

Tommy: “Hey don’t start, you’ve worn my shirts for dates before and I didn’t complain. Plus the ladies like you more because my shirts always smell better because I wear better cologne”

Sal: “My cologne is just fine thank you very much”

Tommy: “no to be honest it stinks”

Sal: “No it doesn’t!”

Tommy: “Yeah it does :/“

Sal: *grumbling* “I hate you”

Tommy: *flashing a shit eating grin* “Love you too Sal, thanks for being my unwilling wingman❤️”

Sal: *rolls his eyes and walks away smiling while muttering something about gay people*

[moonlight-prose]

hey hi hello <3 obviously i neeeed to ask about the next right where you left me chapter, i love that series so much! and maybeeee i could get some crumbs of the other worst!logan wip as well? 🥹

hello babes!! i just saw your reblog on chapter four and it's got me screaming. i am so so happy you liked it!!

chapter five is literally porn without any plot. it's the beach episode of this fic. they're fucking all over the apartment, they're getting cum in places it really shouldn't be.

logan is a horny 200 year old man and he's found the love of his life in a different universe. of course he's gonna blow her back out as often as possible.

fall on me like night is a thought bubble rn. for anyone who has been on this blog long enough they know my obsession with bartenders. so reader is that and logan is well stuck in his own world. where everyone hates the wolverine.

expect maybe the pretty thing behind the bar who finishes fights before he can stumble off the stool. and maybe he's a little smitten when he gets dragged to their house for something more.

wip game!

[dragonmasterhiccup]

Melodía giggles. “Maybeeee…” she gently runs her fingers along his jaw, feeling his scruff. “I missed this.”

“Okay.” The mermaid complies. She was starting to feel lightheaded again anyways.

********

She had fallen back to sleep for a while as he cooked dinner. With a clear mind, she was catching up on some much needed nightmare free rest.

By the time he came back in, she was awake. “Thank you.” Sitting up, the princess reaches for the jug. However, the tent spins a little when she does so. The princess winces as her head pounds.

Once she’s situated, she takes the water and drinks. It hadn’t occurred to her how thirsty she truly was until now. Once she’s had enough, she takes the bread and nibbles on it a little. She was hungry, but also slightly nauseous from all the spinning.

“How are you doing? You okay? I bet it feels good to be your actual age again….”

"Hey, just--just take it easy," his brows knitted together in worry at the sight of her dizziness.

He'd need to refill the jug, but he'd do that in a minute.

Giving her a soft smile, he nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright. I mean, it does feel good to be myself again..." His face fell, "I just, I hate that it tore you up so much, caused you so much pain..."

Shaking his head, he sighed, "But, that's all behind us now. All that's left is for you to get your strength back."

[strange-doll-child]

I’m curious, have anything you imagine with Evil Gracey? Or is he just a fun idea?

He is kinda like both - I have some mild story stuff on how he works, [May or may not also just be me tormenting Alistair again lmao], and also just a but if character building maybeeee- I'll just put what I think and remember heh, bit of a long post this might be though

I say you can kinda picture Dorian like his Ghost Gallery self(George Gracey Jr.) where since the death of his parents he became obsessed with the occult and stuff(Dorian is still close with his uncle Elias Host though), - He a little bit like Alistair actually with the whole occult murder blood ritual thing maybe maybe not, Dorian doesn't like thinking about Alistair in any sort of good light, neither does he like to think he has anything in common with him

He is definitely kinda mass manipulator in basically; almost everyone in the mansion thinks he's really nice, and Dorian uses that to his advantage to get the haunts to do whatever he likes and ask no questions(for the most part)

He is still mean though- Like if you get on his bad side n stuff he's a bit more bitchy and more outwardly rude before getting downright threatening and violent

He doesss have haunts imprisoned also. He's not on very good terms with Madame Leota(She is locked in a trunk) and Little Leota[As much as they were friends] has been trapped inside of a doll Dorian keeps stowed away in a closet(He sees both if them as a threat essentially cause I think what I settled on is Dorian sorta plans to open up the mansion as a portal for spirits and also wants to wreck havoc on the mortal realm, sorta revenge thing but not really??)

Dorian tends to be a bit more iffy with mortals, maybe a bit more rude, but he tries to keep fsce to gain trust in them just cause he's Dorian and all lol

OH! Regarding the tormenting Alistsir thing also, it's more just gimick thing with a friend but long story short: Alistair is in permanent detention by being locked in the basement(Dorian also stole his cane lol), and Little Dori enjoys going down there just to mess with him because they actually hate each other heheheh

Is just a big mess and more just funny haha let's make Dorian a BITCH because why not instead of actually a story I'd flesh out but hey it's still fun to try and work out

[wokeuplaughing]

I hate how fucking disrespectful my roommate is to my shit I finally brought it up to her but she was stretching on my rug and then she sat down in my chairs (that are nice fucking chairs! from the 90s!) and she's all fucking sweaty and when I was like hey. Stop. she says "oh I was just stretching a little" when I literally can smell her from like 4 feet away like fuuuuuck off get off my fucking furniture I feel so fucking rude about it like she isn't an animal I can't just tell her to OFFF OFFFF THE COUCH but she doesn't even think for a second that maybeeee she shouldn'ttttt sit on fabric seats when she's sweatyyyyyyy :(

[faecaribou]

first order of business is that Engineer is an indigo blood. His entire family line has been caring for the Administrator who is obviously a purple or violet blood, like come on.

actually the Manns are violet, Administrator is fuchsia, Saxton Hale is purple blood (is he not built like the Grand Highblood), and Ms Pauling is either purple or indigo. i want her to be purple because, well, purple, but no purple blood in their right mind would bow down to another, so probably indigo. Bidwell and Reddy are teal or jade because they're refined enough to be on the higher end of the middle of the scale, and Jerry is gold blood because surely they would respect his damn plane more if he weren't a lowblood

second order or business is that either Spy is a highblood (violet) OR he's a mutant pretending to be a highblood, Scout's Ma is at highest, olive blood, i think its the nepeta vibes making me say olive but also i dont want Scout's Ma's life to constantly be at risk so gold or olive, and Scout is either a lowblood like his Ma or if Spy has mutantblood, than Scout does too for the LOLs

the question is, bright red or lime. i think lime because otherwise scout would constantly being caught out because i imagine he gets injured all the time (-1hp means i steal the medpack from the medic before anyone can see my mutant color!!!!) and since i think lime used to be a color but went extinct and thats why its categorized as mutant? anyway since there are like 2 other shades of green i think it gives them a better chance to get away with it if someone sees their blood color

Medic is jade blood I think. or higher. i could see him as cerulean or even fuchsia but for whatever plot im starting to form here he can't actually be fuchsia also he's not a sea dweller (hes always a mad scientist in mermaid aus he just cant be a sea dweller)

Pyro is rust or bronze, i think rust because he likes the color red and he doesn't let being a lowblood get him down because he's too busy terrifying everyone. aradia core

Solider is bronze gold olive or teal. idk why my brain says teal vibes when he's clearly a lowblood but it does. i'll probably find some sort of obvious connection to teal later but not right now

Heavy is a gold blood. Maybeeee bronze but I like the vibes of him being a gold blood a bit more. Like now his family is breaking out of jail because they were going to be killed for being lowbloods so I feel it fits lore wise for him

Sniper is cerulean but because he lives in Australia he's like "man I'm such a lowblood color :(" because surely Australians are all royal colors like purple or violet or fuchsia meanwhile in New Mexico its like. Hey buddy there's the entire other half of the color scale below you here

Demo is middle of the pack for sure, if Soldier isn't teal than Demo is teal, and if not then Demo's olive (i think im probably going the mutant blood route for spy and scout) that way when his biological parents send him away until he shows skill in explosives they dont have to worry about him being killed for being a lowblood (unless he's an olive blood than mayyyybeee. and actually maybe thats part of the DeGroot tradition is if they can survive being killed on top of it then theyre worthy of the degroot name)

okay now horns

Spy has short horns, so does Scout. Scouts a bit self-conscious about their size but for Spy it's easier to hide his identity so he doesn't mind (mercs probably assume he cut his horns down to nubs to further hide his identity)

i am envisioning spy with karkat horns so hard rn but i KNOW scout would lose his mind over not having sharp horns ugh >:/

Pyro has impressive horns, they're either very twisted and jagged or curled

Soldier's are very straight and average sized. lol i hated writing that

Demo's horns are mismatched due to an accident with an explosive. they're slightly curved

Engineer's horns are kinda prong-like? like they have multiple points sticking out, very defensive in shape

Medic's horns are mismatched and one has a bend in it that's a perfect perch for his doves i dont make the rules

Heavy's horns are very wide, and hooked a little at the ends. the enemy scout keeps trying to grab him by the horns like he's a bull and no one appreciates this because you dont!!! touch!!! peoples horns !!!!

Sniper's horns are tall (normal for australians) but very thin and slender. i imagine australians horns are very thick and large and usually pointed, sniper's horns used to have rounded edges but at some point in a fit of adolescence self-hatred he sharpened them into points

note to self i need to make my own tf2 homestuck trolls my sibling sends me every one they find and i always find something to disagree with so time to draw my own troll mercs

[headfullofpresley]

A quickie book review!

Colonel Parker - Hero or Heel by Todd Slaughter.

Hi, hello! Sooo.. I just finished this book and I said I'd do a review on it, so here we go. It'll probably be shorter than my previous one because I'm a lazy biiish but I wanted to put it out there nonetheless.

If you're set on Baz' movie and believe the movie to be facts, this book might not be for you. If you want to learn more about The Colonel and what he was all about, this book is a good buy. I'm not here to change anyone's opinion about the man (y'all do you) but it's simply not what Hollywood and the media have made it out to be throughout the years.

(!!!) Trigger warnings for S/A and r*pe.

Todd Slaughter is a writer and Elvis fan from England. But not just any Elvis fan; he ran the official British Elvis Presley fanclub pretty much all throughout Elvis' career and there after.

To The Colonel, he was quickly turned from a fan into a friend and Todd traveled back and forth from the UK to the States with and without the fanclub. Todd became a pretty well known name in the Elvis world and even among big names in the industry.

He has been to Parker's house several times, they went out to lunch, Todd was part of meetings and whatnot. He met Elvis on a few occasions too, presenting him with fanclub trophies and stuff like that as The Colonel would let a few members of the fan club backstage.

Todd and The Colonel kept in touch all throughout The Colonel's life- writing and calling. The Colonel phoned Todd every month.

First things first: was Parker an illegal citizen?

He wasn't. It's most likely he entered the States without papers, but at the time he did, this wasn't something unusual. He served in the U.S. Army for four years (1929-1933), this alone led him to no longer being an 'illegal alien'. Later on, he got married to a U.S. citizen (Marie Ross) which also provided him with a legal right to live in the States.

He had a social security number, he worked for a politician and for the City of Tampa. He founded several companies, paid millions in taxes and lived a very public life. I don't think anyone who resides in a country illegally would be this reckless and careless. He also had access to (and became friends with- work!) six presidents throughout his life.

We can also wipe the assumptions that Elvis didn't know The Colonel was Dutch off the table. Elvis knew. He met The Colonel's brother (who didn't speak any English) in the early '60s, The Colonel told Elvis he had family left in the Netherlands and Elvis' response was: "Maybe we can visit them someday."

Elvis has been to Breda to drop off a package in Parker's name during his years in the army, buuut that's a whole 'nother story.

The rumors about The Colonel committing a murder are also just that: rumors. There aren't any recognisable connections between the victim and Parker (other than them being from the same city) nor a motive. His migration to the States had been planned for a long time. He didn't flee. The murder story is nothing more than a publicity ploy to help promote another book on Colonel Parker. (Ahem- Nash Trash).

Trigger warning here!!

Before The Colonel's first trip to the States (which is not a lot known of other than the fact he stayed with a Dutch family in Jersey), his maternal grandfather told him: "When you can, run away, boy. There's a whole world out there into which you can disappear."

The reason for this being that Parker sought sanctuary with his grandfather when he'd disappear for days on end because he was frequently sexually assaulted and r*ped by a family member. The book also mentions something about gang r*pe, so I believe more people were involved at some point.

When he returned to the Netherlands, he was faced with the same abuse. He didn't get help or comfort from his parents and when he left for the States this time, he told his mother he would never be returning to Europe when he crossed the Atlantic for the second time- she was unmoved by his statement. The Colonel sent his mother money until the day she died but she never acknowledged it or contacted her son again. When hearing about his mothers' death from Ad (his brother), he was broken.

The Colonel never liked talking about his family back home or WW2 and the German occupation in the Netherlands (despite him not being in the country himself, he was still Dutch). Loanne, Parker's last wife, told Todd that his sister had been r*ped by a German soldier, hence why he never visited Elvis in the army- besides, he was too busy making sure Elvis still received the same attention as before he got enlisted.

End of trigger warning!!!

The reason for not wanting to visit Germany sounds accurate to me. My grandmother was a young girl in German occupied Holland and she disliked Germans for the rest of her life. Not saying here that The Colonel felt like that until the end of his life, but a lot of Dutch people felt like that toward the Germans, even many years after the war.

Now about him not wanting Elvis to go overseas- from what I gather in this book, he did want it. It just never happened due to several factors. And even if The Colonel didn't have a "passport", getting one would have been a piece of cake for a taxpayer like him and being the manager of Elvis Presley. He wouldn't've let something as big as a world tour fail because of something so minor and easily resolvable.

People seem to forget that he escorted Elvis to Canada in 1957 and accompanied him to Hawaii in the same year. Hawaii didn't become the 50th state of the US until August, 1959.

The Colonel also did not steal anyone's name. It was usual for a carny to take on a different name and he did so because Andreas van Kuijk was too difficult to pronounce for English speakers. He got the title "Colonel" by Jimmie Davies, Governor of Louisiana, in 1949 to thank him for his support during a campaign. Before Elvis, The Colonel was already a highly successful artist manager and tour organizer for country music top acts like Eddy Arnold and Hank Snow.

There also have been rumors going around how The Colonel supposedly made chickens dance on hotplates and all kinds of shit that would indicate he abused animals. But would an animal abuser direct a municipal animal home where he took care of abandoned and abused animals and install a pet cemetery? I don't think so. Sure, he made good money with it, but it doesn't make him an animal abuser. I think he loved animals (it's said more than he liked people sometimes) and we all know how fascinated he was with elephants.

The 50-50 deal...

is a bust? jk lol.

Honestly, I have trouble putting my opinion in a proper sentence on this, lol. English is not my native language and there was a lot of numbers and business talk in this book. My brain needs a rest.

But the 50-50 thing was only for Special Projects. And hey, I might get shit for this, but fuck it; it's a business deal. It wasn't like Elvis was eating dry bread every day. He still got 75% for everything else while The Colonel got his 25% share. Even in the 1950s, Elvis was the highest paid entertainer in the music industry.

It had been The Colonel's intention that the comeback special should become an annual thing (like Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, etc. did) but according to Charlie Hodge, Elvis didn't agree with it because he was nervous about the format and didn't want to perform the movie recreation segments.

Parker didn't force Elvis on stage when he wasn't doing well- sure, contracts were signed and both men had obligations to fullfil, but he actually made Elvis cancel Vegas shows at times when he saw Elvis wasn't doing too well.

Elvis wasn't a dancing monkey trapped in a golden cage as some people make it seem like. He was a grown man and he wasn't always easy to deal with, everyone knows this. Do I think The Colonel was a saint? Ofcourse not, but he was a human being and a businessman through and through. His only job was to get the highest amount of money possible out of whatever Elvis did artistically, because that's what managers do.

Elvis complained at times, yes. Elvis felt trapped in Hollywood from 1963 and after, yes. But he wasn't the type of person to argue with the man who was still bringing in millions of dollars, no matter how "superficial" or whatever that might sound.

Saying The Colonel is the one who killed Elvis Presley is absurd.

Anyways, I said this was a quick one, but it's already getting too damn long, lol. My opinion is that The Colonel genuinely cared for Elvis and wanted him to be as successful as possible. I believe them to have a friendly relationship with each other, but that they could butt heads as well. Unlike other managers, The Colonel only had Elvis and focused all his attention on Elvis alone rather than managing several artists at once, and he managed to do a good job.

We will never know what truly happened and what words were truly spoken between Elvis and anyone in his life. But if you're holding on to the thought that The Colonel was some kind of monster and the downfall of Elvis, you need to look further than your nose. It's easy to point fingers, but it's unfair.

Even after Elvis' death, The Colonel kept in touch with the fans. He talks about how it's important to keep Elvis' legacy alive, so that newer generations can experience the magic of him. I don't think he ever said a bad word about Elvis, ever.

When Bobby Mann, Elvis' cousin, was paid by a magazine to snap a picture of Elvis in his coffin (and succeeded in it. The magazine put the picture on the cover and sold 6.5 million copies), The Colonel said:

"Elvis was a private individual off stage, and he would not have wanted his fans to see his corpse. It wasn't right for me to interfere in Vernon's wishes, but Elvis would have hated that publicity and all the after-death rumours." His wife Loanne, as well as Joe Esposito and Charlie Hodge agreed to this on different occasions.

The Colonel also said in an interview in later years that Elvis was such a talent, that anyone could've made him a star. Maybe, maybe not- but I think The Colonel is a big and important part of Elvis' legacy and he shouldn't be sweeped under the rug, or be painted as some kind of money grabbing monster. In my opinion, the world simply isn't that black and white.

On January 20, 1997, The Colonel suffered a stroke and died the following morning from complications in a Las Vegas hospital at the age of 87. His funeral was held at the Las Vegas Hilton, which was attended by a handful of friends and associates, including Eddy Arnold, Sam Philips and Priscilla Presley.

Priscilla spoke at the funeral, saying: "Elvis and the Colonel made history together, and the world is richer, better and far more interesting because of their collaboration. And now I need to locate my wallet, because I noticed there was no ticket booth on the way in here, but I'm sure that the Colonel must have arranged for some toll on the way out!"

According to Tom Hanks, who had thought Elvis' manager was nothing but a cheap crook, both Jerry and Priscilla said he was a nice man.

Loanne Parker asked that donations be sent to the SUN Youth Camp Fund in lieu of flowers. Her late husband had given thousands of dollars to the camp fund over the years, just like he made many donations to different charities with Elvis in past years.

The Colonel was cremated and put to rest at Palm Cemetery.

(The Colonel at Elvis' grave at the Meditation Garden.)

[mingis-lightbulb]

Maybeeee

Yunho + College au/drunk confession + “don’t you get it you idiot?! I fucking like you!”

Send me a member + trope + quote!

A/n: Yuyu being drunk and confessing and poor reader-chan is over here just like...what? Also just a little warning for suggestive content and cursing.

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"y/n...I hate to bother you at 11:23pm at night.."

"Is it Yunho related?"

"HIII Y/NNNNN, HIII MY SEXY BESTIIEEEEE"

"...yes it's yunho related..."

You giggle at Yunho's drunken yelling in the background. You could only assume that the boys had went out drinking tonight and Yunho was being too much for them. Usually that meant Joong and Hwa wanted to rest and Yunho was being too loud. So they would drop him off at your place, and you would stay up with him and make sure he was comfortable until he fell asleep.

It was a comforting thing to do, you loved it when your best friend would come over. He would say the damnest things when intoxicated and it would be funny telling him about what he said in the morning. he would get all blushy and confused, apologizing profusely for anything he said.

You get up out of your bed as you tell Seonghwa to go ahead and bring him, and that you would have the room ready. Unlike your friends, who stayed in a dorm on campus, you stayed in one of the off campus apartments. You lived by yourself, so you had an extra room fro whenever the boys wanted to come over.

You hear a soft knock at the door, signaling that they were here. It didn't take them long to get from their dorm to your apartment. You get up and head over to your door, opening it with a smile. "Hey Yuyu, Hi Hwa!" You say as Seonghwa helped Yunho in the house. "Yunho went a little too hard on our drinking game, and then he was begging to be brought to your house." Seonghwa says and you giggle.

"Yea! I wanna be in the presence of my wifey~!" He yelled as Seonghwa settling him on the couch. "Cause I luuvvvvvv mahhh wifeyyyyyyy" He slurs and Seonghwa rolls his eyes before turning to you. "Sorry for disturbing you so late. but he would not shut up about coming to your place." "No you're fine Hwa. You know I don't mind." You say and Seonghwa smiles. "I swear Y/n, You should go ahead and be Yunho's girlfriend with how much you care for him." He whispered so Yunho wouldn't hear.

You blush and glance over at the male who was giggling to himself as he scrolled on his phone. You look back at Seonghwa, "I mean..Yunho probably doesn't like me like that.." You mumble and Seonghwa laughs. "Yea, you keep thinking that.." He says and heads out the door. "See you in the morning!" Seonghwa says and closes your door, leaving you with Yunho.

You turn to your friend and smile, "Alrighty Yuyu, lets get you to the bedroom!" "Oh myy? Taking me to bed already? What happened to dinner!" Yunho joked making you blush deeply. You nearly choke on your own spit, "yunho!" You yell, playfully hitting him only making him laugh. You help him up and he leans against you laughing loudly. "You look so cute underneath meee" Yunho slurs as you walk him to the bedroom.

You enter the guest room and lay Yunho on the bed. You were going to leave, only to have him pull you down on top of him. Yunho smirks up at you, he basically had you straddling him. "Yunho. I gotta go get the stuff for you-" "Shut up..." He whines and pulls you down so that your faces are nearly touching.

"Excuse me?" "Just kiss me already Y/n...you talk too much!"

You were confused as hell, "Yunho what the hell-"

“don’t you get it you idiot?! I fucking like you!”

Yunho yelled, shocking you. "I'm tired of watching you flirt with the others, and not me. because I'm your precious yuyu! your precious yuyu can break your back like a glowstick too!" You stifled a laugh. "You think it's funny?! I'm pouring my heart out to you! Telling you how I fe-" You cut off his little ramble with a kiss. Yunho's eyes widen but then soften as you pull away. "Shush." You say.

Yunho smirks before suddenly flipping the two of you, so that you were now underneath him. You gasped at the male and he chuckles. "You're mine now. Only mine, " He mumbles leaning down to kiss your lips again.

Yunho surely did make sure you knew that you were his tonight. Whispering nothing but sweet nothings and making your body feel like you are on fire. He somehow knew just what touches turned you on and what was enough to make you cry out his name.

The next morning when the two of you woke up in each others arms, you were worried Yunho wasn't going to remember what he said or what he did. But he surprised you by not missing a beat. He woke up and gave you a kiss on the forehead then the lips, smiling down at you with a goofy grin.

"Good Morning my wifey~"

"Morning Yuyu.."

"If I would've known you were such a little freak in bed I woul-"

"Do not finish that sentence or else I will kick you out the bed.

[babymilkawa]

your writing is AMAZINg it makes me go 🦋💞💥💗!!!!! could i get hunterxhunter adult trio, where you get minorly hurt during a battle and they’re worried but the night ends with soft cuddle and makeouts and just romantic(maybeeee some spicy) stuff 👀🥺💗 if you could a fem!reader please! thank you so much!! i’m so soft for all these boys but also they’re all smexy omg 🥵

tyy for the compliment nonnie 🤧and yes these boys could choke me then cuddle me and I wouldn’t complain ☺️

caring and cuddling headcanons with:

Hisoka Morow, Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer

fem!reader :)

slight nsfw, smut

work had been rough on you lately and Hisoka noticed

he saw the way you came home, dragging your fee, lazily throwing your things on the couch

he wanted to help but it took him some time to figure out how

so after some shopping, Hisoka set the room with light scented candles and your favorite warm drink so you could relax as soon as you got home

as soon as you walked in the door, Hisoka immediately went up to you to grab your bag only to see your face marked with some small cuts

he sighed, on top of that your eyes were droopy

it was clear that you were exhausted

Hisoka clicked his tongue at the sight of your face and took you by the chin

“have they been too rough on my y/n? this won’t do~”

while he went to grab the first aid kit, you let your body slump on the couch, laying there motionless

Hisoka came back and gently turned you around so he could tend to your cuts

you gave him a lazy smile and reached out to caress his cheek

Hisoka’s motions faltered a little, still not completely used to your affection after so many years

despite being exhausted, your hand trailed down to his toned chest, pressing to feel his muscles underneath the thin shirt

“y/n I think your mind is a little hazy from work and from the smell of the candles ~” you answered with a whine, making the man smirk a little

Hisoka carried you to bed and helped you change into your pajamas

but before he could put another layer of clothing on you, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him down into a drunken kiss

Hisoka happily obliged and tossed your clothes to the side, shedding off his own

your lips were eager and rough and Hisoka was reminded of the times when you’d come home miles from being sober

he was conflicted, he didn’t know whether to get you to rest or to satisfy your desires

Hisoka ended up pushing you back down on the bed and hovered over you, all while having your lips still connected

one hand kept his balance and the other roamed your half naked body

his hands squeezing your mounds and your sensitive places tore moans out of your lips

Hisoka took this chance to bite your bottom lip and to roam your mouth with his tongue

your own hands wandered over to palm him but he gently slapped them back down, leaving you to resume your relaxed position

pulling away, you looked into his golden eyes while trying to catch your breath

he smirked, “are you not tired anymore, my dear y/n? has seeing me gotten you this excited?”

seeing your face flushed, your lips glossy, Hisoka couldn’t help but moan and dive back into your lips, roughly sucking, nipping, and biting until you were trying to push him away before your mouth got too sore

“hiso..” your eyelids started to droop and the man above you chuckled

after giving you one last kiss to your lips, he pulled you into his arms and listened to your steady breathing before falling asleep himself

you had been out training, strengthening your skills while your boyfriend was home alone training in his own way and waiting for you to come back 

you had taken a couple of hits to the face but you were used to the pain, it was all part of the process anyways

when Illumi saw these minor injuries however, he really tried his best to conceal the fact that he was worried

I mean you were still his s/o even though he knew that you were strong and could practically handle anything

even if it hurt a little, he didn't like the thought of you being in any kind of pain

Illumi immediately got to work and you fussed over him saying that you were fine

in fact, you were resisting so much that it turned into a little play fight and he was restraining both your wrists with one of his hands while the other was occupied with the treatment

then u started kicking him and Illumi went -_-

he had enough; Illumi went over to your drawer and you started breaking out in a cold sweat

knowing exactly what he was going to pull out, you mentally and physically prepared yourself, but at the same time your heart beat was going faster at the excitement of what was coming

after rummaging around, Illumi pulled out 2 pairs of handcuffs

“since you’re not going to cooperate, I’ll do it my own way”

your body turned to jello before he could even do anything but next thing you knew, your arms were stretched out, pointing to opposite sides of the bed

“now, do I need to hold down your legs too?” his dark eyes pierced your own

you frantically shook your head and satisfied, Illumi got back to work on your face

the whole time, you couldn’t help but stare at the man in front of you

the man you called yours

sometimes it was hard to believe

the curve of his nose, the thin lips that almost never smiled except when he was around you, the loose strands of hair, tickling his forehead

all of it fascinated you

Illumi could say the same

being so close to you gave him time to look at your own features

the blush on your cheeks still there, the soft and plump limps that knew just how to get him going, he admired you 

“illu?”

your voice broke him out of his daze and the man realized that he was too focused on how tasty your lips looked that he had stopped his movements completely. 

“alright, is that better?” he asked, moving to uncuff you

but you shook your head again, the cutest pout forming on your lips

“no? what could you possibly have in mind y/n?”

you only stared back at him, waiting for him to read your mind, to answer your desires

finally he sighed and released you, making you let out a whin

“Illumi~”

“you idiot I need to uncuff you for you to take off your clothes”

oh. right.

after shedding off every piece of clothing between the two of you, you jumped on his tall figure and he caught you by the waist, immediately diving into your lips

minutes passed and only three things clouded your mind: the soft pants coming from the man on top of you, the light tickles from his hair on your face and the ecstatic feeling of every inch of him filling you up inside

you had been accompanying the troupe on their missions but never actively participating, only because chrollo hated the idea if you getting hurt because of something he planned

this time, however, chrollo was being targeted so it was agreed that he would stay in the hideout while you and everyone else carried on with the plan

he hated it of course, not being able to know what was happening to you and if you were alright

but you assured him that you could take care of yourself and if anything were to happen, you’d call him

but you were wrong; the mission turned out to have so many scenarios that no one had even thought of, not even chrollo

so here you were, blood oozing down your cheek from a cut in your eye, staggering your way back to the hideout

you had lost your phone somewhere in the chaos and everyone else had urged you to retreat anyways

inside, chrollo could hear footsteps nearby and immediately went on full alert while concealing himself in the shadows

it wasn’t until he saw you coming and collapsing to the floor did he immediately jump down 

you felt strong arms lifting you up and you saw chrollo’s marble face in your vision

“y/n, hey, talk to me” his hands gently shook you

but you just laughed, “chrollo..I'm fine”

“you don’t look fine” he mumbled

the rain outside had made your head spin, leaving you unable to support your own weight

chrollo carried you in his arms back into the warmth and held you while you slowly started to fall asleep

when you woke up, you noticed that you were still on his lap and no one had come back yet

“chrollo? what time is it?”

“it’s been a few hours since you came back”

you sat up quickly, instantly regretting the sudden motion

“hey, what are you doing? lay back down” he said

you didn’t lie down again but you sat back in his lap and looked in his eyes

they were soft and full of warmth, much different than when he was facing members of the troupe or anyone else

a dreamy smile planted itself on his face and chrollo couldn't help but admire the beauty in front of him

slowly, he leaned in to touch his lips with yours, then slowly left soft butterfly kisses to the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, a cute nibble to your jaw, down to your neck, then up behind your ear

your hand instinctively went to tangle your fingers into his hair and chrollo let out a growl

then it was like a sudden switch had turned on

still holding you tight in his arms, chrollo began sucking and biting harshly at your sensitive spots, making you moan and claw at his nape

his lips wandered down to your chest and you tried to stop him

“shh, no one’s even here. I got lonely waiting for you”

soon, the two of you were naked, hidden in the shadows 

chrollo had gently laid you down so as not to hurt you

your hand moved up to your head and you realized that he had bandaged the cut on your eye

smiling up at him, you guided him towards your entrance and he eagerly agreed

soft pants, echoing the hideout, as well as the sounds of your skin making contact

chrollo dipped down to bury his face in your neck, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist and to dig your fingernails into his back

you could hear his growls so close to your ear, the force of his thrusts increasing

after the both of you came back down from your climaxes, you heard footsteps belonging to a group of people approaching the entrance to the hideout

you frantically dressed yourself but both of your loud pants was enough for shalnark to call out and say “we’ll come back later”

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a/n: I hope you liked it! requests are open!

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[kittydripuwu]

hi omg i just found your blog and i just want to let you know your writing is awesome >< could you please write a scenario where reader is dazai is jealous since his s/o is very close friends with chuuya? implied nsfw at the end maybe?

hii thank u for ur request! i hope u like it <3

jealousy | dazai x reader

words - 1086

warnings - swearing, implied nsfw at the end

genre - angst?

you had been friends with chuuya for a while now, after meeting him through your boyfriend dazai.  you enjoyed being around chuuya as a friend, he was a fun person to hang out with.

it was pretty late and you were sitting at a bar with chuuya, having some wine. you knew dazai was out on a mission with the agency, and he wasnt supposed to get back till the next day, so you decided to spend some time with chuuya. dazai never really cared if you hung out with chuuya, it wasn't like him to be super possesive over you, and either way, you didn't get to see chuuya often because you were both pretty busy when it came to work.

recently, you've been off work for abit, since your job gave all employess at your level, 4 weeks off during the spring to relax. during this time, the mafia and the agency have had quite abit of work to do but you still spent as much time with your boyfriend and one of your closest friends, chuuya, as much as possible.

"hey y/n" chuuya asked suddenly, after you had zoned out for a few minutes.

"yeah?"

"what's it like working a normalllllllllll job?" he asked, a little tipsy from the drinks you two were having.

"it's so BORING chuuya, dont EVER switch to normal work, you'll hate it" you replied.

"but you get a break! we don't get that in the mafia" he said, laughing.

"that's true but, i sit in front of a computer allllll day, it sucks" you said.

both you of you were laughing and drinking, it was a good time.

meanwhile, dazai had come back from the ada mission earlier than expected. he got home, and noticed you weren't there, so he decided to call you. your phone rang, and you picked up.

"helloooo"

"hi love, i'm back early, where are you?"

"ohhhh i missed you baby! i'm at a bar with chuuya" you said.

"are you drunk?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"maybeeee" you replied.

"i'm coming to pick you up" he said, and hung up.

his tone was a little angry, anyone could tell, but you. whenever you were drunk, you made everything a joke, never took anyone seriously, and sometimes, that got you in abit of trouble.

around 10-15 minutes later, dazai had come to pick you up. dazai and chuuya simply greeted eachother the way they normally do (yk saying they hate eachother, and that they'll kill one another one day, the usual), and dazai grabbed you by the hand, and dragged you all the way home.

when you got home, dazai didn't say much, you were too tired to talk to him about it now, so you both silently went to sleep.

when you woke up the next morning, dazai had already gone to work. since you were still on your break, you decided you would go out on a walk and see the city. you showered, got dressed and left. you thought about going to your favorite breakfast place first, and then you were supposed to meet some friends at a nearby bar. you got yourself some pancakes for breakfast and soon headed to the bar.

once you arrived, you realised you were abit early and none of your friends had come yet. as you sat down to wait, chuuya had walked in with a few of his subordinates. you didnt expect chuuya to be here, during work especially. he quickly noticed you sitting, and came up to talk to you.

"hey, what are you doing here at this time of day?" he asked.

"oh hey, i'm waiting for some friends, what about you?" you replied, smiling.

"apparently theres some sort of information here for something i have to find but, i'm going to have a drink first" he said. (we all know chuuya loves drinking)

you eneded up having a quick drink with chuuya before your friends arrived, and he left to do work. on the other hand, dazai didn't text or call all day, until you finally got home.

"i'm home love" you said, walking into your shared bedroom.

"yeah i can see that" he said, voice showing no emotion. before you got to say anything else, he stood up and left the room.

you had no idea what was up with him. you knew when dazai had something on his mind, he had to be alone. you've tried to talk to him about things before but it only resulted in useless fights. you thought about maybe leaving him be but something felt different about this so you decided to walk after him.

"dazai what's up with you? why do you seem so mad?" you asked, following him to the living room.

"nothing" he replied, coldly.

"why are you acting so cold towards me?" you asked.

"are you having fun running off with chuuya all the time?" he snapped. this was it. you could tell he was mad. but why? you and chuuya were just friends?

"what do you mean dazai?"

"you're on a four week break for work, its been 2 weeks already and i've barely seen you outside of sleeping here, and all you've been doing is going to bars with chuuya" he said.

"but you've been busy with work, we have had time to do anything yet!" you replied, realising that blaming him was  useless since he was always right no matter what.

"you could have asked instead of fucking running off and getting drunk with chuuya" he replied.

you understood what was happening here. he was jealous. it was your fault yes, for not asking him to hang out but part of it was also his jealousy.

"are you jealous?" you asked him with a smile on your face, while sitting down on the couch calmly. you found it kind of amusing when dazai was jealous.

he hated admitting he was jealous, he hated being vulnerable in any way.

"why the fuck are you smiling" he said, looking at you sitting on the couch calmly, and just smiling to yourself.

"i dunno, i guess i like seeing you when you're jealous" you said.

after you said that, he came up to you, to stand right above you. he tilted your chin upwards to look up at him.

"i think i need to remind you what you get when you speak to me like that" he said, eyes clouded with anger and lust.

dazai was angry, and he had to take it out on someone. and that someone was going to be you. you made him jealous and this is what you get.

[oasis-for3v3r]

Runaway Baby <3

Pairing- Paul x Assistant!Reader.

Request- maybeeee a Paul x reader where the readers super shy ? And she works as an assistant in the studio but in the next room to their studio? Super fluffy 🥺? And maybe the reader runs away from his romantic advances and Paul accepts the challenge 🤣?

A/N-Please accept this as my “i’ve got my mojo back “ fic. Man transitioning to college is hard. Also, this request reminded me of the song Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars- so essentially this is a song fic. And it will appear latter in the chapter.

Warnings- one suggestive commet but thats it.

You dreaded going to work.

It’s not that you hated it, quite the opposite actually. It had a nice location, not too far from home so your feet wouldn’t hurt from the walk. The pay was nice, considering that you worked for the Beatles as their assistant. You even had your own studio! All together these perks were amazing, but it wasn’t the reason why you dreaded going to work.

It was the people..

Ringo, John and George were considered like your brothers, always teasing you but caring and protecting you none the less. It was so fun to help them and hear the first tastes of the new songs they were writing. 

Paul though.... was a different breed.

He was always... flirting with you. It didn’t make you uncomfortable. Its just the things he’d say made you blush and your ears get hot. It was humiliating and you try to have a normal conversation but you couldn’t get through one without getting flustered and tripping over your words. And it was more humiliating to admit that you liked it a bit.

A bit.

So when you finally got out of the house and onto the street that lead to the studio you practice what would happen.

He calls you bunny? Say “Hey fox”.

No thats way too much

Say “Paul, please we are at work”

No then he would flirt with you outside of work.

What about ‘” I cant be a bunny I don’t have a carrot to chew on”

Oh hell-

Just as you were making yourself red, you bumped your head straight into the door. You were thankful only the receptionist were there otherwise you would have a nosebleed from humiliation.

When you entered the room John and Paul we’re huddled together and mumbling about something, most likely a song. And Rings and Georgie were playing cards.

“Y/N!” Paul said excitedly.

Oh shit

“Hi” you said trying to make your voice deep, but made it higher.

“Before you get all blushy and cute on us, we want to show you something, bunny” Paul said with a wink. Which made your stomach do flip flops.

You sat down, smoothing out your skirt, while George, Ringo John and Paul took their places with their instruments. 

“so Paul came up with the bright idea that he should write a song about you and his relationship” John said he seemed to feel a mix between unamused and excited.

“Relationship?!”you piped up your nose turning a deep red color.

“ Calm down Cutie, its not like that” Paul said calmly, “ it just describes how we are” "Now if there are any more interruptions, i would like to play?”

The bass line started and he began to sing:

Well, looky here, looky here, ah, what do we have? Another pretty thing ready for me to grab But little does she know that I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing 'Cause at the end of the night, it is her I'll be holding

With the song he started to look at t you. And the lyrics made sense. But he was cocky...too cocky.

Run, run, run away, run away, baby Before I put my spell on you You better get, get, get away, get away, darling 'Cause everything you heard is true

The tabloids although fabricated, had some truth to them. And although taboo you did wonder how he would treat you on a date.

So many eager young bunnies that I'd like to pursue Now even though they're eating out the palm of my hand There's only one carrot and they all gotta share it

You understood that reference, and for once you didn’t blush, you grew a smirk on your face , if he wanted to play this game then fine. 

You would just. have to play harder.

Uh, check it out See, I ain't tryna hurt you, baby No, no, no, I just want to work you baby See, I ain't tryna hurt you baby No, no, no, I just want to work you babyIf you're scared, you better run (you better run) You better run (you better run) You better run (you better run) You better, you better, you betterRun, run, run away, run away, baby Before I put my spell on you You better get, get, get away, get away, darling 'Cause everything you heard is true Your poor little heart will end up alone 'Cause Lord knows I'm a rolling stone So you better run, run, run away, run away, baby

When they finish the song, Paul felt victorious. That didn’t last long.

“Well Paulie, if you’re gonna chase me you are gonna have to work faster than that fox.” you said and turned on your heel and left.

Ringo cheered

George joined him and clapped.

John nodded in approval and chuckled.

Paul was cherry red.

[nova-is-a-writer-now]

The way you said “I love you”

Summary: All the times you and Zuko said I love you to eachother, sometimes without even actually saying it.

A/N: I was feeling a little uninspired while trying to write pt.4 of Fools, so I decided to write something else in the mean time. I saw someone did this and I found it so adorable I decided to do it too. Sadly I only saved the original post and not the hc that was inspired in it, so if you know who came up with this pls @ them so I can credit them.

Side note, I had more ideas for some of the other prompts but didn’t want to make this excessively long, so maybeeee I’ll make another one of these but we’ll see.

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As a hello

It was late on the night the gaang had finally agreed to let Zuko join them. They hadn’t been specially trustful or accepting of him, but they let him join, and that was what mattered to Zuko, he’ll work his way up to everything else.

He couldn’t sleep, thoughts about everything that had happened and everything that would happen running around in his mind. The stars above him glimmered in wonderful harmony, the time of the year where the sun would be more forgiving at day and the nights would gain a growing coolness to them came around.

Lost in his head, Zuko was startled when he heard you take a sit next to him. You were the only one in the group who Zuko didn’t know that well. He’d only seen you a handful of times before that night and couldn’t really tell on what ground he stood with you.

You handed him a blanket with one hand while you held your own around your back and over your shoulders with the other. “Didn’t want you to freeze to death on your first night.” You explained when you saw the confused look of his face.

“I’m a fire bender, I don’t get cold.” He replied taking only a couple of seconds to mentally slap himself for being rude. This being a good guy thing was gonna take some practice.

“Oh” you said, the realization of his words hitting you, feeling a little dumb for not thinking about it before.

“But thanks...anyways” Zuko tried to redeem himself, hoping he didn’t make a bad impression on the one person who didn’t hate him already.

“Yeah, no problem.” Your eyes drifted up to the stars too. They were prettier tonight, maybe it was because of how peaceful things felt for once. A deep sigh forced you to turn your attention back to the dark haired boy. “Are you ok?” You asked him, hoping he wouldn’t feel like you’re intruding.

“Yeah, just...worried. Katara still hates me, Sokka doesn’t trust me and Aang only keeps me around because he needs me. I’m not complaining, I just... don’t know how to show them I’ve changed.”

“I’m sure Katara is gonna come around eventually, she has too much of a big heart to stay mad at anyone for too long. Aang is the one that convinced everyone to let you join, so I think he does like you, and Sokka is...well, Sokka, I wouldn’t worry about it” you reassured him.

Zuko gave your words a thought. You were right, but things were still complicated. He looked at you and asked. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

You looked away from his gaze, his golden eyes were a bit intimidating if you were honest. “I...don’t know. I guess I just believe you when you say you’ve changed. I see good in you... I always have, even when we were running away from you. All of us have done things in the past we aren’t too proud of, some of them may be worse than others, but we’re all here now, and we’re all trying to do the right thing. I think that on its own makes you worthy of a second chance.”

Your words shocked Zuko. No one besides his uncle had been that kind to him in a long time. He felt hope inside, if someone as kind and good as you could forgive him, think that he could be redeemed, then he hoped everyone else would too. “I...thank you. I promise I won’t disappoint you... any of you.”

“You and I can start on a blank slate, as a matter of fact” you extended your hand to him. “Hi, I’m Y/N, very nice to meet you.”

Zuko chuckled very lightly at the weird way you had decided to show how it was a new beginning for the both of you, but played along. “I’m Zuko, it’s very nice to meet you too.”

When the broken glass litters the floor

It was your first day on the Ember Island’s house. Katara and you had been cooking with the groceries Sokka and Suki brought from the market. You two weren’t experts but you had gotten so much better by then. Katara decided to go outside with a basket of cabbages to feed Appa and told you to stay and check on the food so it wouldn’t burn.

No more than a few minutes passed before you heard Zuko coming inside from where he had been training with Aang. He took his shirt off at some point during the training, leaving his naked and muscular torso was exposed.

You tried your best not to stare but you couldn’t help the blush that took over your face when you looked up to his eyes and found him staring right back. His cheeks were blushed as well and you decided for your own sake to assume it was from the physical activity.

“Hey...um, do you mind pouring me a glass of water, please?” He asked softly, his voice a tad raspier from him being out of breath.

“Yeah sure.” You managed to say.

When you turned around to get a glass for him your arm bumped into a glass vase that was incredibly bad placed, throwing it off from where it had been resting. One of your feet was already lifted when the vase crashe onto the floor and into a million pieces, which made you nearly lose your balance and step right on the fragments. In a fraction of a second you felt Zuko’s hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you back, which made you very strongly land on his chest. His other hand instantly moved to the small of your back, as if he was scared you would fall without his support. 

His eyes met yours as you raised your head to look at him, your faces closer than they’d ever been before. Both of you held your breath for a few seconds before you broke the silence. “thank you.” You muttered softly not wanting to move a single muscle.

“You’re welcome” Zuko replied in the same tone, softening the grip on your wrist.

The moment would’ve lasted way longer had Katara not stormed into the kitchen after hearing the sound of breaking glass.

“I left you in the kitchen alone for ONE SECOND!”

Not said to me

Zuko had clearly been avoiding you the past couple of days. Was it the war that was starting to gain weight inside his head? Was it how close you two had started to get all of the sudden? Was it something you did? You didn’t know for sure, but you knew you didn’t like the feeling of it, at all.

He told everyone one morning he wasn’t feeling great, so he would stay inside instead of spending the day at the beach like the rest of you had planned. This was your chance to get him alone and try to talk.

You decided to make him a special tea recipe you’d picked up from Iroh at some point, he said it was a miracle when it came to curing illness. When you tried it you were surprised from how good it ended up tasting. You poured it into a teapot and grabbed a couple of cups, proceeding to take them upstairs where Zuko’s room was.

You were about to walk right in when you heard Sokka voice coming from inside, realizing the door was only half open.

“You can’t do nothing, dude. What kind of dumb ass plan is that?” He said whisper-screaming.

“I’m not telling her.” Zuko replied in a voice so low you almost couldn’t hear him.

“Why not? She clearly likes you back, you know that, I know that, and everyone else does too. The two of you are the only ones who keep acting like it isn’t obvious.”

You wonder who they could possibly be talking about, a small pit of jealousy forming inside of you.

“You don’t know that for sure, and I’m not losing Y/N’s friendship just cause I was dumb enough to crush on her. Trying to get over it is better than getting rejected and ruining everything, I like her too much to do that.” as soon as you heard your name your heart stopped.

Zuko... liked you. He liked you and was scared you didn’t like him back. How could he ever think that? Sometimes you felt like you were too obvious about it, but it was hard not to. It was his golden eyes, probably the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, how they looked like growing flames when the sun hit them, the little dark spots around the rim of his irises, how they looked at you intensely like if when you talked everything else faded. It was the way he would throw his head back when he laughed, but only when you made him laugh really hard, how his face glowed with a youthful tint, like he was a normal teenager even though you were in the middle of a war, and how when he stopped laughing he had to take a deep breath before letting the laugh die down. It was the way he talked about his mom with such love and adoration, or how he talked about the future with a little bit of fear but mostly hope. It was the way he was always ready to run to you if you needed him to, making sure you were ok, protecting you. It was him, all of him, it had always been him.

You were shocked at the words you just heard but glad you’d heard them. Before either of them walked out and found you there, you walked back downstairs as quietly as you could, praying they wouldn’t hear the creaks of the stairs. Once you were back at the kitchen you decided to wait for Sokka to come down, he had to eventually, and you hoped he would leave Zuko alone when he did. It didn’t take him much longer to do so, to your relief coming down the stairs alone. He looked at you and smiled.

“Hey, Y/N. Watcha doing?”

“Making tea for Zuko, is he feeling any better?”

“Oh, no. He’s terrible, the poor thing. You should definitely go check on him.” He tried to say this without smiling so you would take him seriously but the corners of his mouth were already starting to curve up.

“Will do, thanks Sokka.” On the surface, you were thanking him for the information he was giving you, but deep down you were also thanking him for being the reason why you found out Zuko also liked you.

You walked back upstairs, not even thinking of bringing the tea up with you. You took in a deep breath before opening the door, and you when you did, you saw him laying there, eyes closed at first but opened quickly when he heard you come in.

“Y/N... hi.” He said sitting up.

“Hey, wanted to check up on you, Sokka said you were feeling terrible.” You told him knowing he would kill Sokka afterwards for sabotaging him.

“I’m not feeling terrible, I’m much better actually, but thanks for coming to check on me.” You took a sit on his bed, close enough to be able to do what you were planning your next move to be.

“I’m glad. We need you up and in your best shape right now.” You waited a few seconds trying to gather all the bravery you had inside before saying. “Zuko?”

“Yes?”

You didn’t warn him before closing the space that separated the two of you, one of your hands went up to cup his cheek while your lips pressed softly against his. You could tell he was shocked by how his body stiffened under your touch, your lips moved softly and slowly trying to figure out wether he wanted to kiss you or not. You were about to pull away when he started kissing you back. His own hand sliding up to your neck, holding you firmly while his lips devoured yours, like he had been waiting for this moment for way too long. When the two of you finally pulled apart to fill in your lungs again, your eyes connected with his, there was a new kind of light in them. A smile took over his lips when his eyes drifted back down to your lips.

“Were you eavesdropping when I was talking to Sokka?” He asked softly and teasingly.

“What in the world would make you think that?”

Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble

You were under the covers in Zuko’s bed. Your eyes deeply staring into his, your fingers running up and down his jaw, sometimes getting distracted and playing with his hair. The moonlight leaked through the window and the only sounds that could be heard were the ones of trees swaying with the wind.

Zuko looked at you intensely and profoundly. He was sure you were a dream sometimes, something so perfect couldn’t be real, so he touched you to make sure you were actually there, and he held you gently but firmly to make sure that even if you were a dream, he wouldn’t lose you.

“We should sleep” you muttered in a whisper

“We should” he replied his lids already looking a little heavy.

“Good night, Zuko.” You planted a little short peck on his lips before starting to turn around.

“Good night, Y/N” he replied getting comfortable. “I love you.”

Your heart stopped at this words, a warm feeling started to crawl up your body and your eyes that were already closed opened abruptly.

You turned back around to find him staring at the ceiling, eyes wide open while holding his breath. “What did you just say?” You asked him.

“I-... I’m sorry it just...slipped.” He explained.

You knew he could be a little insecure sometimes, always thought he was unlovable so you had to constantly make sure he knew how much you liked him. This was one of those occasions. You crashed your lips against his roughly, pulling him so he would be on top of you. This kiss was a declaration, a promise and a revelation all at the same time, your lips moved hungrily and passionately trying to show him how much you loved him back.

Once you separated you looked at him sweetly and said “Say it again.”

“I love you.” Zuko was more sure of himself this time, a warm smile took over his face.

“Again, please.”

“I love you.”

“One more time.”

He took your face into your hands and kissed your forehead first. “I love you” then he went to your right cheek “I love you” and to the left “I love you” and to your nose “I love you” and finally took in a deep breath before looking to your lips “Y/N Y/L/N you have no idea how much I fucking love you” he kissed you again.

Maybe you couldn’t understand how much love he felt for you, how it burned inside of him like a wild fire, how when you were with him all his worries faded and the rest of the world was put on pause, maybe you’d never even grasp the way you were his first thought in the morning and his last at night, but he could try showing all of it to you with a kiss.

You pulled away to look at him one last time and said “I love you more, I will always love you more.”

[xpeachesncream]

Hi love!!!! Can write a drabble of prefectly wrong tae where it’s YN birthday and he has a romantic night night planned 🤩

perfectly wrong | drabble [5]: when your birthday takes an unexpected turn. 

word count: 2.0k

warnings: not much honestly besides cussing, very brief implied smut and a fluffy/sweet tae. (i didnt want to focus too much on adding smut towards the end because i really wanted this to be cute lmao)

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BABY!" Jungkook tooted the little toy horn, along with Yoongi, Hoseok and Jin throwing confetti in the air and tossing their small paper birthday hats in the air. Jin had closed down the cafe for majority of the afternoon just so you and your friends could spend time together in a private setting. Your friends and Jin spent quite some time decorating the studio in all sorts of decorations and balloons, plus you were fed your favorite foods and dessert. You slipped yourself into a simple, black camisole dress since the boys stated they "wanted to dress up for your birthday so you should too." You agreed without any complaints, although you wished Taehyung was around to see you. You were actually a little bummed despite it being your birthday, since Taehyung had gone off on a quick camping trip with Jimin and Namjoon. You couldn't say much being that he had already promised he'd go way before you two had gotten together. He was supposed to be back later today, but you hadn't heard much from him and the hope in you was dwindling down.

Oh well. I mean, you have your boyfriend on other days, right?

"Aiiiiiish, cheer up Y/N. I hate when you're sad. It's your birthday." Jin engulfs you in a big bear hug. Little did you know, all your friends had something up their sleeves and they would never let you be this upset on your birthday.

"I'm sorry, I know. I'm really happy to be here with you guys. I just.. miss Tae."

"He'll be back soon, right?" Kook pinches your cheek. "He's not going to miss out on your birthday, Y/N."

"I know, it just feels incomplete without him."

"You're a weenie." Yoongi said, running away from the attempted hit you tried to throw at his arm. "Aghhh I'm kidding. You mean everything to that guy, he wouldn't do that." He throws his arms around your neck and tightly hugs you. The rest of the time, you all are finishing up the food and desserts all while they watch you open the presents they've gotten you.

When packing up the things into Jungkook's car, you realize Tae still hasn't texted you or updated you about when he'd be back. You felt like texting him, but at the same time, you didn't wanna bother him, so you leave it be and slightly sulk in the passenger's seat.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jungkook asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I don't think Tae is going to make it back today." You look as the sun is setting.

"He hasn't updated you?" Jungkook purses his lips together, afraid he'd laugh or bust into a big smile and give away your surprise.

"No." You pout in your seat, throwing your knees up to your chest.

"I'm sure he'll make it up to you. You know that, right?"

"Mhm." Is all you say. You lean your head against the window, unsure if you're more sad or upset about how this day actually turned out. Then, you suddenly realize that Jungkook is completely passing your exit and taking you deeper into town. "Kook, where are you going?"

"I just have one more surprise for you."

"What is it?"

"We planned hard for this, so don't even think about it." He turns to you with a blank expression before returning his attention back to the road. You were getting a little restless, being that you were already slightly annoyed and in your feelings about your boyfriend.

"Where are we goiiiinggggg?" You whine, the ride almost taking an hour.

"We're almost there, jeeeeeez." Kook's tone rose as he pulled up on a street full of beach vacation homes and bungalows, the beach right in their backyards. Why you were here, you had no idea. Quite frankly, you weren't really in the mood to do a bonfire with your friends.

"What am I doing here?"

"Honestly, if you don't chill out, I will drop your ass off right here." Jungkook playfully says, stopping the car deadass in the middle of the road. "Finished?" You roll your eyes as you lean back and let him continue driving a little further down the street. He pulled up in front of a house that was completely dark, it's surroundings quiet besides the waves crashing against the shore. Jungkook pulls out his phone for a quick minute before he turns to you and smiles. "Okay, I'll be in there in a minute, I'm gonna grab all your things. You can go up first though."

"Why can't I just wait for you?"

"And do what? You're not gonna be carrying a thing." He laughed and shrugged. "Just go in, it'll be fine."

"Fine." He snorts, pretending to hop out and get your gifts even though he's not gonna do a damn thing and just bring it over to your place himself.

You walk into the bungalow, a little afraid of how dark it is. The entrance leads into the small kitchen and living room area, and there isn't anything in sight besides one lit candle on the kitchen counter top. You make your way over, noticing a note in front of the candle.

Follow the candles to find me.

"What is this?" You hear the soft humming of 112's Cupid coming from the bedroom, you assume, which is where the candles lead to. There were small, tea light candles in a single formation, leading towards the room, with rose petals accompanying them on the sides. You push open the sliding doors, only to see a room lit with candles left and right, rose petals and plastic tea light candles in the form of a heart on the bed. The ceiling was covered in red heart balloons, and the table at the end of the bed had a small cake, with chocolate covered strawberries on a platter next to it.

But that's not really what caught your attention the most - it was your handsome boyfriend, standing at the end of the bed, holding a huge bouquet of red roses. He had on a black button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up close to the elbow, black pants and boots on. His curly hair fixed and all proper, a smile on his face as he tilted his head and looked at you up and down.

Like a goddess in his eyes.

"W-what?" Is all you can say as he approaches you. "W-what are you doing here? I thought you were gone."

"Did you really think I'd miss out on my babygirl's birthday?" The tears are streaming down now, and he can't help but laugh a little. He sets the bouquet down to wipe the tears coming down from your eyes, his thumbs gently swiping across your skin.

"I really missed you."

"Aw, baby." He says, kissing you softly on the forehead. "I'm here now." You can't do anything but pout in his hands as he cups your cheek and smiles down at you. "Happy birthday, love."

"When did you plan this? Did the rest of the guys know?" He nods.

"Sure did."

"I'm gonna kill Kook." He laughs.

"Don't do that." He takes your hand and takes you over to the table where your cake is. "Come."" He sets a single candle onto the cake, lighting it with the lighter he pulled from his pocket. "It's your favorite cake." Your eyes light up as you look at him.

"Tres Leches?!" He nods as you squeal and clap. Good lord, you loved Tres Leches cake. Tae knew that too, being that's the only dessert you ever talked about. He traveled around just to find the right one for you.

"Made sure I found the right one for you." He gently caresses the small of your back. "Make a wish." You silently stand there, hands clasped together while your eyes are shut. This day took an unexpected turn and you couldn't have asked for anything else. Part of you was upset that Taehyung was really going to miss out on your birthday. You didn't wanna be that girlfriend though, being that his friends also meant a lot to him. Your birthday was just your birthday and he could easily make it up if he wanted to.

But to Taehyung, this wasn't just a birthday. He really wanted to make this night special for you and he took weeks to plan this out perfectly - looping in all your friends, Jimin and Namjoon, spending bills to reserve this bungalow for a weekend getaway, the decorations, the roses, the cake, planning how the surprise would go down, everything. He didn't care how much effort it took. He just needed this to be perfect for you. He wanted to show you what you truly meant to him, even though he tries his best to do that every single day, birthday or not. Honestly, the rest of the night, he doesn't have much planned besides making you comfortable. He just wants you to relax, whether that meant cuddling in bed with him playing in your hair, or if it meant other things. Whatever you wanted, he was here to give it.

You make your wish, Taehyung instantly pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss afterwards. You throw your arms around his neck, his hands caressing your sides as he looks down at you.

"Hungry?" He asks.

"Not right now." You look out onto the patio that overlooked the beach. You make your way over,  Taehyung silently following behind you. The breeze was picking up quite a bit, but the sound of the waves were too relaxing for you to care. You leaned against the railing, Taehyung coming from behind, placing a kiss on the back of your head before he rubs your arms.

"Cold?"

"It's alright."

"You sure?" He chuckles.

"Maybeeee." He doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, placing kisses along your temple as his hands rest on your arms and hold you tightly. "Thank you for all of this, babe. How'd you pull this off?"

"Mm, I have my ways." He laughs. "Anything for my lady." You smile into the kiss he places on your cheek, feeling overjoyed by the love and care this man is showering you in. "What do you wanna do for the rest of the night?"

"Besides each other? Watch a movie, cuddle." He laughs and nods.

"Sounds like a good plan."

You look down at your dress, realizing you were probably gonna go into the weekend with one outfit. "Except, I don't--" He shakes his head, pointing towards the bathroom. You walk over from the patio and into the bathroom to see your duffle bag packed of clothes, your skincare and necessary toiletries lining the bathroom counter. Hanging from the bathroom's storage closet are two silk robes, a pink one for you and a black one for him. "Hey, how'd you know what to bring?"

"I pay attention."

"I really do love you." Is all you can say when you look at him.

"I really do love you, too." He chuckles. You two get into your robes and make your way to the bed, Taehyung making sure to arrange the petals and candles around the floor of the bed before pouring you and him a glass of champagne. You bring the platter of chocolate covered strawberries in front of you as he pulls up a light-hearted movie for you two to watch. You both finish the champagne bottle and the chocolate strawberries as the movie progresses, the exhaustion slowly hitting you after eating such luxuries. You laid on your side, your head resting on Taehyung's lap as he sat up against the headboard. Your eyes began to shut as his hands gently stroked your hair and massaged your scalp.

"Tae." You say softly.

"Mhm?"

"How did I get so lucky?"

"You didn't, I did." He chuckles. "I hope you enjoy this weekend with me."

"Of course I will."

"Good." He looks down at you as he continues to play with your hair. "Happy birthday again, baby. I hope you know how much you mean to me." You look up at him before sitting up to kiss him and straddle his lap, figuring it was time you showered him with your appreciation. You undo the robe, letting it fall of your shoulders as Taehyung watches and marvels at the sight of your exposed chest. He wastes no time gripping you closely as you kiss him, his hands softly traveling to caress your entire body, feeling you as if he needed to prove to himself that this was real - that you were real. 

He could never get enough of you.

[feifood]

Hc for Bokuto when he's trying to get attention from his s/o who is busy doing an assignment? I thought abt it and think that it would be really cute!

i think it would be really cute too!! This a great request idea anon, hope you like it babie :))

Bokuto trying to get his attention from a busy s/o:

Your assignments have just been piling on and on and on for the entire week

And to be completely honest, you haven’t been really practicing self care either

Bo of course takes notice of this

He hates seeing you stressed out and exhausted

So he tries to divert your attention to him

He’s not distracting you !! Bokuto would know to step in when you need a break, so he’s doing this for your own good babes

Pokes your arm a bit like ‘hey hey look at me’

He’ll start to reason with you and try to convince that you need to take a break because you’ve been going at this assignment for HOURS

Would take you out to eat !! 

He wants you to get some fresh air, a change of scenery, anything that’ll get your mind off of those never-ending tasks

After eating out, he’d maybe drag you to the mall or something

Buy you a little gift maybeeee for all your hard work lately 

If you truly insist no he’ll be like :( fine 

Won’t make it a big deal but he really hopes that you just live in the moment right now

He knows what you’ve been through, he just wants to make it all better for you :(

[hshouse]

Hellooooo I have a college application question for you :) backstory: I’m going into my senior year of high school and my aunt is helping me pick colleges to apply to and helping me with the application process. I’ve going to apply to both in-state and out-of-state state universities (out-of-state I’m gonna rely on WUE not out-of-state tuition) and private universities. I have good grades, like maybeeee 4.0 unweighted or at least 3.8 unweighted so far and weighted pretty high as I’ve been taking AP and honors courses; I’m unsure what it exactly is as my old school doesn’t have a calculator for GPAs themselves and online calculators are different so I’m confused but anyways… my problem is that I don’t have too many extracurricular activities (especially long-term) mostly due to my parents getting divorced in my junior year and me moving halfway across the U.S.(also the lead up to that being chaotic), social anxiety, and imposter syndrome. I hate using those as excuses because I don’t want to sound like “oh poor, poor, whiny me” as I think with therapy and pushing myself into more situations id be a very extroverted and bubbly person and those are more like reasons rather than replacements for out of school activities. I have some solid things with volunteering and jobs but no “leader” roles as the private universities I like best want me to have. So… Any tips on cramming some leadership roles in senior year at a new(!) small public in-person high school? Any tips for spinning something I did to sound like a leader? And any tips for pushing myself out of social anxiety? Sorry for the long Batman backstory. I hope your day is going well. <3

Hi bby,

First of all let’s cut that “oh I don’t want to mention that” bullshit. It’s part of you, it’s part of your history and it’s not “using” something if it is true. I’d actually tell you to write your personal statement on this. It’s a great topic.

I don’t think you need to spin yourself as a leader if you are not. Colleges are not looking for 600 high school class presidents. That’d be an awful combination. Think of them looking for a cast of a tv show. The WORST thing you can do for yourself is to audition for the wrong part. If you audition for the “leader” part, sure enough people who were born leaders will outshine you. BUT THAT IS NOT THE ONLY PART AVAILABLE. You can show other important characteristics like emotional maturity, academic achievement and drive. I know this is hard to visualize because there is so much shit advice out there but believe me. Being the best version of whatever you do is the way to go. They need a bunch of brainy shy computer science majors, these people don’t need to be leaders??? There is so much more to be. Don’t waste your time on this. Sit down, maybe with a friend/family member, and think about what are your defining characteristics and then build your entire application around that. This is what I did to get my job (which by numbers I should not have gotten). I got 1 single unique skill that I have and build my application around it and basically said “I dare you to find someone that will be more qualified than me for this very niche thing”. They couldn’t. But if I had just been like “Hey I’m smart!” like !? everyone else applying is you know.

I have a lot of social anxiety so maybe not the best person for advice since I am on the same boat. One practice that has helped me a lot (besides my meds obvs!) is to be very honest about whether I need to attend stuff. If I don’t, I don’t force myself. That just exhausts me. I save my energy for situations that I’d rather not go but I have to/want to deep down. Like concerts are hell on earth to me until the music starts. So I figured out that noise cancelling headphones w loud music until literally the lights go down make the whole thing much easier for me.

Good luck!!!!