#*they’ll make an appearance if I’m not happy with this one which I doubt
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hihihihi, felt like I was overdo a url change!!
yulivia -> nazumichi
mutuals sb please <3
#raii talks a lot#i think it’s fair that I use the url for the ship name I don’t even use for them BUT#this is less false-advertising than the last one hey I actually DRAW and THINK and POST about these two aha#i do have some banger (read “horrible”) urls saved maybe they#*they’ll make an appearance if I’m not happy with this one which I doubt#urls include: aroacepingua (one of my favs) bimarieitami (realest + bishirouogami) + biogatami and transogatami#because I have a BRAND here#q
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💞What’s next for you when it comes to love? {until the end of 2023; prediction for singles}💞
« ‘cause I love to love, to love, to love you, I hate to hate, to hate, to hate you… »
Pick a picture:
*if traditional gender roles don’t apply to your situation convert the words to feminine & masculine energy*
1->2
3->4
5
Pile 1:
Looooooovely pile!!!
You’ve probably waited for such love for a long time. A new person might appear in your life, in your eyes s/he will be like a « knight on a white horse ».
If you DO meet this person during sept.-end of december time frame, you might meet them at work, at a bank, somewhere closely connected to money, or this person may be deep pocketed😂💰. They appear as the king of pentacles.
Something I also get is that you may feel small in comparison to them, they may be bigger in size, older or simply just way more accomplished than you which will make you have a lot of respect for them and kind of look up to them. This person may have a lot of dominant&masculine energy even if they are not a male.
The connection that appears in the cards is « beyond words ».. take this as you wish.
A lot of physical attraction is present here as well, maybe in connection with the person you’ll start a relationship with or in general, other people may be very attracted to you until the end of 2023.
You will pretty much have an open heart for new love related possibilities, you will be full of love and positive energy.
Even if you do not meet this person during this exact time frame, sth may happen that may lead you to this person later on.
The energy of this pile reminds me of pile 5 so check it out.
Messages for this pile:
- happiness;
- new possibilities when it comes to love;
- begginings; (of a new relationship, or proposal of your current partner, whatever it is it’s a beggining of a new era in love for you)
Pile 2:
Someone may try to win you over. They will view you as a “risk worth taking”. May be an ex of yours, or an ex fling, i’m definitely getting someone from the past. (Or may remind you of someone/sth old)
You may currently or during that time frame (until the end of 23’) be playing games with each other😂. Making the other a little jealous by making them know you have options,or making them see you with someone else on purpose.
Whoever this is they would want to prove themselves to you, prove that they are the best option possible- as a partner, in bed etc. They may be very competitive in nature.
They may give you gifts, help you with things (little acts of service), they are ready to do everything you need. They may act really gentle and loving towards you.
You may play hard to get with them for some reason, which may upset them, try not to overdo it, everyone has their limits.
Messages for this pile:
- sadness; (probably related to the old love)
- old love;
- pleasure; (probably $£xual)
Pile 3:
Okay so, the options are two: you either were in a serious relationship which you just ended, or you may end a relationship from september until the end of the year. This relationship may have been toxic for you. For some of you you may have a child with the other person and that may make you feel “tied” to them, which may make you doubt your decision to leave them. Or you may feel this way due to the memories you two share.
They may try to talk you out of this decision to end the relationship, they’ll try to make you stay. I feel like they may have cheated for some of you.👀
On one of the cards there’s that image where the guy pours a glass of wine in the woman’s mouth which I interpret as “feeding her” with lies& empty promises.
I think you will choose loving yourself and use your mind instead of your heart, as you’re portrayed in the cards as the queen of swords=logical, cold, does what she has to do. You will take this hard decision in order for your future to flourish.
Messages for this pile:
- an ending;
- serious relationship;
- affair;
Pile 4:
An ex might make a come back for some of you😂 this person probably wants only $€x from you, I heavily doubt they are coming for more as their coming up as the devil card, some of you may start “friends with benefits” relations with this person/ex.
I am also getting a second energy of a serious male energy, for which I am almost sure it’s a completely different person. You may want to start a serious committed relationship with them. You may feel a lot of emotions (love) when it comes to them. You two are presented here as the king and queen of cups, very emotional people.
You may finally feel “embraced”, confident in your body and truly loved during that time period.
Messages for this pile:
- new love;
- no strings attached typa relationship, nothing serious or simply you don’t intend to be serious with one another for the next few months;
- $\£x;
-ex;
Pile 5:
You may have been in this “hermit mode” for a while and have waited for love to happen to you.
However, it will only happen to you after you heal and learn to be grateful for everything you’ve got, even the little things. ( tip from me: regularly write like a list of random things you’re grateful for in your journal or a notebook).
After this time of “loneliness” you may meet someone new. May be by DMs/texts/ some sort of written communication or at a party/social gathering. This person will feel like a new beginning in your love life, you’ve never had a person like that before, you’ll view them as your emperor. They will be very attracted to you physically. You may discover things about yourself you didn’t know you liked when you’re with them. This person would make you feel safe and protected. They have a very powerful energy.
You two will have a very “intimate” connection in every meaning of the word. The energy of this pile reminds me of pile 1 so check it out.
Messages for this pile:
- new beggining;
- meeting someone new;
thank you for reading! Hope it resonated, comment if it did.💞 Don’t forget to follow for more.
- La Sirena.💋
Decks used: ‘$£xual magic’ oracle deck by Lo Scarabeo; ‘Amor et Psyche’ oracle deck by Georges Barbier and Rachel Paul;
ALL pictures are from pinterest, I don’t own anything :))
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Gravedigger’s Daughter (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part two
I play with Hangman’s backstory a LOT here lol fair warning. I’m not sure if he really got one in the movie or not (I don’t think he did), but I read that they asked Glen Powell to add some southern charm since he was raised in Texas, so I’ve been running with that. Anywho! Happy reading
Summary: You’re finally back in Fightertown to visit Penny and Amelia, but there also happens to be a group of aviators back at Top Gun. One of which who seems dead-set on wooing you.
Warnings: more shameless flirting, some angst if you squint really hard, and maaaayyybeee a sexy thought or two
WC: 3,498
You contemplate for hours about going back to The Hard Deck that night. But Amelia ends up spending the night at her friend’s house, so you almost have no choice. You can’t stay at home with her and watch movies, so naturally, Penny asks you to join her at the bar. And you’d look incredibly weird to say no.
No aviators are inside when you arrive, surprisingly, but you know they’ll all be along soon. But even without them, the place is packed.
“Hey,” Penny starts, pausing to breathe, “you know I’d never ask, but this was an unexpected rush--”
“Move over,” you laugh, walking around the bar. “What am I pouring?”
Penny smiles in relief and points you in the direction of some patrons she hasn’t gotten to yet.
It’s been a while since you’ve helped her here, but the role is easy enough to slip back into. People want their beer, and as long as you pour it, they’re happy campers. Bonus points if you flash a grin, engage in some small talk, and entertain some flirting from the men.
“You’re a lifesaver,” Penny says once the rush dies down somewhat.
“It’s no problem. How do you manage?” you ask genuinely, turning to someone who just approached the bar with an empty glass. “What’d you have?”
As you pour their refill, Penny answers you. “I don’t know. I really don’t.”
“Here you go,” you hand off the beer, turning back to Penny. “Well. I’m glad I came in when I did.”
“Me too,” she says. “Any idea where all the pilots are?”
“Oh, who knows,” you shrug. “Why? Looking for Mav?”
“Maybe,” she gives you a look, but then her eyes flick toward the door. “Speak of the devil.”
“And he shall appear,” you finish, turning your head to see Maverick has arrived. Along with Hangman, Rooster, Coyote, Phoenix, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy. The whole entourage.
Everyone except Hangman walks to Penny’s side of the bar. Hangman, of course, comes straight to you.
“They’ll let anybody in here, huh?” you call out.
“Ouch,” Hangman replies, sidling up to the bar, resting his elbows on the wood. “That hurts, sweetheart.”
You smile. “What do you want?”
“One for me, one for you,” he grins, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “The usual.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “You trying to get your ass kicked again?”
“Maybe,” he muses. “How about you join us for a game of pool?”
“Hmm,” you think it over. “Teams or solo?”
“Whatever you want, darlin’.”
“Bad decision, Hangman,” Maverick comments from the other side of the bar.
“Oh, come on,” you retort. “I haven’t played pool in years, Mav.”
“I doubt that makes any difference,” Maverick replies, sliding onto a stool. “I’ll be keeping my ass up here.”
“Smart man,” Penny comments. “Your usual?”
“Please,” Mav says, smiling sweetly at her. It’s sickening.
“Alright, fine,” you bite, reaching down and grabbing two glasses. “We can play. But I’m supposed to be helping Pen.”
“The rush is done,” she chides. “Go have fun.”
“You heard her,” Hangman quips. “Come have some fun.”
You give him a look before turning around to pour two beers. You wouldn’t be entirely surprised if you turned back around to find he was staring at your ass. You hate that you don’t entirely mind if he is.
You spin back around and hand him his beer, tipping yours back for a drink. “Ready?”
“Whenever you are,” he replies, making you roll your eyes.
You pass the group of aviators and call out a hello, earning greetings in return. When they see where you’re headed and who’s in tow, you hear Fanboy say, “Ohhhh, shit.”
“Lemme guess,” you start, pausing to sit your beer on the windowsill. “You’re the best of the group?”
“How’d you know?” Hangman grins, grabbing a stick.
You take more time than needed picking out your stick and chalk. Maybe it’s hustling, but you’ll call it getting comfortable. “Just figured you’re trying to level the playing field after last night.”
“Maybe,” Hangman shrugs, grabbing chalk. “Want me to rack ‘em?”
“Ha, no,” you reply. “I’ve got it.”
“Please crush him,” Payback says.
“Don’t worry, I will,” you reply, grabbing the triangle rack. “8 ball, I’m assuming?”
You fill in the pool balls, making sure the 10 is in the middle of the third row. You put one on top of the second row, looking up at Hangman. He’s watching you closely, with something in his eyes you can’t quite place.
You jerk the rack and the ball jumps into the final hole, filling the rack and nestling tightly. One of the aviators whistles loudly. That’s a trick you didn’t have to do, but you definitely wanted to.
“Fuck,” Hangman mutters under his breath.
You pull the rack up and hang it back on the wall. “Your break.”
“Thanks, sweetheart, how kind of you,” Hangman smiles, placing the cue ball where he wants it. “Stripes or solids, honey?”
“Your break, Hangman,” you repeat. “Your pick.”
He shoots the ball forward, and immediately a stripe lands in the left corner pocket. “Stripes it is.”
“Stripes are unlucky if you ask me,” you grimace, watching him shoot again.
He lands another ball. “What makes you say that?”
“I’ve only ever played solids,” you smirk.
Hangman lands another. “It’s looking pretty good to me.”
“For now.”
He shakes his head with a smile. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“Gladly,” you grin. He misses. “Ouch,” you echo him from earlier. “Sucks.”
“It’s alright,” Hangman replies, gesturing to the table. “Let’s see how you do.”
“Loser buys drinks?” you ask.
“Sounds good,” he says. “As long as you’re willing to spend some money.”
“Please,” you deadpan. “We’ll see about that.”
“Keep talkin’, honey,” Hangman smirks.
You take your shot and sink a solid pool ball. “That’s one.” You turn and sink another. “Two.” This time, you have to walk around and adjust, but you take another shot. “Three. Four. Should I go for five?”
“If you so desire,” Hangman replies through a clenched jaw. “My wallet is burning already.”
“That’s five,” you pause, looking up at him. “Six?”
He shrugs, but he’s biting back a smile, his tongue curled against his molars.
You purposefully miss the shot, deciding to back off a little. “Damn. Your turn.”
“I was just getting comfortable here,” he groans, feigning annoyance.
“Oh, so sorry,” you frown. “Miss your shot and you can get comfortable again.”
“Nice try,” he replies sweetly, bending down to shoot. “Damn. You messed up the board, huh?”
“Shut up,” you say through a laugh. You grab your beer and take a sip, watching him adjust to get a better angle. He bends over and his pants stretch against his ass. You look for just a little too long and—
“Like what you see?”
Your eyes snap to his and his cocky smile. “Nope.”
He shakes his head. “Dear Lord, woman.” He takes the shot, almost sinking a stripe, but it bounces.
“You’re not doing too good tonight,” you comment.
“You fluster me, sweetheart,” he replies, holding out his arms. “What can I say?”
Rolling your eyes, you shoot and sink your sixth. “One left.”
“Then the 8,” Hangman adds.
“Yes, I know,” you mock. You sink your seventh solid. “Shall I go for the 8?”
“Go ahead,” Hangman says. “I’ve already accepted that I’ll be buying another round.”
You take your shot and the 8 sinks right into the hole. “Looks like you’re right.”
He hangs his head in defeat. “Alright then.” He rests his pool stick against the wall. “Let’s go.”
You turn and see another wave of people entering the bar. “Actually, I probably need to see if Penny needs any help.”
“I’ll keep you company,” Hangman takes your stick and rests it next to his. “Come on.”
You give him a stern look. “Don’t make me ring the bell on you.”
“I’d never disrespect you, darlin’,” he grins.
You walk off before he can catch your smile.
Penny wasn’t going to ask for your help, but you give her no choice before you begin pouring drinks and handing off glasses to impatient customers.
Hangman stays true to his word (not that you were worried) and keeps his mouth shut at the bar. You don’t even realize that you haven’t given him a refill until many minutes have passed.
“Shit, sorry,” you grab his glass. “Totally forgot we came up here for refills.”
“It’s alright, you’re busy,” he replies. “You look good up there.”
You slide his glass across the bar, fighting back a smile, honing your scolding glare instead. “Thanks.”
“Anytime,” he winks, raising his glass to toast you.
Once the rush dies down again, you stay to help clean glasses. Penny is at the other end of the bar, talking to Maverick, of course. Hangman has remained on this one stool at your end, sipping his beer quietly. His friends have moved to the pool table, and you thought surely he’d join them, but he hasn’t.
“You grew up here?” he asks, though it’s posed more as a statement.
“Yep,” you reply. You evaded his small talk all night so far. It’s no wonder he’d choose this moment to weasel it in. “Moved here when I was just a year old. That’s when my dad was called to Top Gun.”
“Wow,” Hangman says slowly. “You never thought about joining the Navy?”
“Please,” you give him a look, then shake your head. “Absolutely not. It’s not for me.”
“Understandable,” he shrugs. “It’s not for everyone.”
“Is it for you?”
“It’s in my blood,” he says, not mocking, this time more matter-of-fact. “My father was in the Navy, so was his father. My mother’s father as well.”
“Wow,” you reply. “You weren’t kidding.”
“Why would I be?” he sounds defensive, understandably.
“Most guys who say the Navy is ‘in their blood,’” you use air quotes, rolling your eyes. “They’re full of shit. It’s not in their blood; it’s in their ego. There’s a difference. Those guys are absolute jackasses. My dad worked with quite a few.”
“Oh,” he nods. “You can sniff out the bullshit then.”
“From a mile away,” you add, grabbing another glass to wipe down. “You’re cocky, but you’re serious about what you do. I can tell.”
“A compliment like that from Gravedigger’s daughter?” Hangman whistles lowly. “I’ll drink to that.” He takes a long sip, then says, “Wanna join me for some darts?”
You’re mid-pouring yourself a beer and you shake your head. “You never learn, do you?”
“Nope,” he shakes his head, grinning wildly. “And I hope I never do.”
+++
When Hangman finally returns to the barracks at Top Gun, the entire team is camped out in the hallway, outside their respective doors.
“Hangman came home alone again for the second night in a row? Say it ain’t so!”
“I don’t need a song, Fanboy,” Hangman scowls. “What are you all doing out here?”
“Waiting on you,” Coyote says.
“We figured you’d have someone with you,” Payback chimes.
“Where is she?” Phoenix asks.
“At Penny’s, I guess,” Hangman replies, turning toward his door. “When did you become so concerned about who I sleep with? Usually you’re complaining that it’s too loud.” He plasters his famous shit-eating grin on his face, hoping it’ll make them let this go. But it doesn’t.
“That’s just it,” Rooster speaks up. “It’s been quiet.”
“Too quiet,” Bob adds. “It’s weird.”
“Seriously?” Hangman laughs. “Well, if you have to know, Y/N is not here and will not be here. Is that better?”
“Whatever,” Phoenix shrugs, still looking skeptical. “Something’s up with you.”
“Nothing is up with me,” Hangman replies, quickly growing defensive. “I’m getting some sleep. We’ve got another long day tomorrow.”
A chorus of “goodnight’s” follow him into his room until he shuts the door.
It’s true, he’s the Flirt of the group. Even when they were going through Top Gun together, no one said a word about it. Hangman figured this time around would be the same. He’d fly under the radar as he spent so much time with you. No one would think anything of it.
But this change in behavior is suspicious enough for his fellow pilots to catch on. Now they’re certain something is up with him, and well, they’d be right.
The only thing up with Hangman is you. Just, you. He can’t get you out of his head. Ever since you walked into The Hard Deck two days ago, he’s been off his game. Or at least, he’s felt like it.
No one has ever flustered him this way. You spar with him verbally, dodging all his charm and throwing some back at him. You’re quick on your feet, a menace at darts and pool. You understand the life he leads, on a level he didn’t comprehend until tonight. You’re everything he’s been waiting for, everything he’s wanted, and yet.
You’re unavailable. You’ve made it clear that it’ll never happen, that you won’t let it.
You didn’t say you couldn’t be friends, though, so that’s what Hangman has been trying to do, even though he has no idea what he’s doing. He doesn’t know how to be “just friends” — not with someone like you.
But if that’s what he has to do to see you more before you go back to San Diego, and he goes on this mission next week, then he’ll do it. He’ll do whatever you want him to.
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You spend the next evening with Amelia, which means you aren’t at The Hard Deck.
Penny texts you and tells you that Hangman is looking for you, but you don’t reply to her. Amelia asked to watch a rom-com, so that’s exactly what you do.
The two of you definitely stay up a little too late considering she has school the next morning, but you don’t care. You know Penny doesn’t mind. But at breakfast the next morning, you pour Amelia a cup of coffee that isn’t decaf.
Naturally, you find yourself at The Hard Deck for the day, helping out Penny with whatever she needs.
The aviators don’t show, but you aren’t surprised. One day of beach football is probably enough, before Maverick gets in trouble even more. You can hear the jets, though, so you know they’re doing maneuvers.
It’s incredibly soothing to hear the engines. You’ve missed it.
The way they rip through the air, rattling your brain. It never terrified you, not even when you were younger.
You can still hear them in San Diego, but it isn’t the same as being here, being this close.
It’s a stupid idea, but part of you wants to see if Maverick might let you visit Top Gun, just for a day. Just to walk around the tarmac, see the planes, feel their wings. Nothing crazy.
“Hey, weird question,” you blurt, getting Penny’s attention. She lifts her head, listening. “Would Mav let me visit Top Gun?”
“Why?” Penny starts to smile.
“Not that,” you chuckle, knowing her mind has gone right to Hangman. “I just miss the planes, I don’t know. I didn’t want to ask him if it’s not allowed. Things have changed since I was a kid.”
Penny smiles sympathetically now, understanding. “He’d love to have you.”
“Maybe once they’re done with whatever they’re here for,” you suggest. “I don’t want to be in the way.”
Penny shrugs. “It’s worth asking. You never know.”
So, you do.
Maverick shows up first, unsurprisingly. He says the rest of the crew are on their way, which you don’t doubt, but you’re glad for a moment alone with him, with no one listening in.
“Quick question,” you start, and Mav raises his eyebrows. “Feel free to say no, by the way,” you add.
“Now you’ve got me worried,” he chuckles. “Spit it out.”
“I don’t know what you’re doing at Top Gun or why, and I know I’m not allowed to know — I’m not asking. I just was wondering if it was possible to visit. Just for an hour, maybe.” He doesn’t say anything, so you continue. “I miss the jets, Mav. I miss them like hell. It’s been so long, and hearing them today,” you pause, shrugging. “It’s stupid, but I feel like I need to hug one.”
Finally, Maverick grins. “Why didn’t you ask sooner?”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he replies. “I’ll make a call right now, see if we can’t get you over there tomorrow once we’re done training. I don’t see why it would be an issue.”
“Don’t get yourself in trouble,” you warn.
“Oh yeah,” Maverick laughs. “They’ll love to have you.”
You punch his shoulder and walk off, back to the bar with Penny. True to his word, Maverick steps outside with his phone pressed to his ear.
“Where’s he going?” Penny asks, nodding toward Mav.
“Making some calls,” you explain. “Looks like I might be going to Top Gun tomorrow.”
“Atta girl,” Penny smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Ah, your favorite has arrived.”
“My fav—? Hangman,” you deadpan, looking up to see he’s making a beeline for you.
“Hey honey,” he says, leaning on the bar top with that stupid grin of his. “Where were you yesterday?”
“Watching a rom-com and stuffing my face with ice cream.”
Hangman looks genuinely hurt. “And you didn’t invite me?”
“I was with my niece, idiot,” you laugh. “You miss me or something?”
“Only every minute,” he winks. “You gonna let me buy you a drink tonight?”
“I’ll never say no to free beer.”
“My kind of woman.”
“Your kind of woman is one who breathes.”
“Your point? Are you not breathing?”
You stare at him tiredly, and he starts laughing. The sound is so sweet that you want to shove him, but you don’t. Instead, you pour two beers and walk around the bar, taking the stool next to him.
“How was your day?” you ask, surprising yourself.
“Pretty good, kicked some ass,” he grins. “Maneuvers went well.”
“I could hear you guys,” you reply. “I forgot how soothing it is.”
“To hear the jets?” he questions, eyebrows raised. “Really?”
“Oh, yeah,” you nod seriously. “It’s my favorite thing. I would fall asleep quicker with the jets than I would a lullaby when I was a kid.”
“Damn,” Hangman shakes his head, grinning wide before sipping his beer.
“I told you I grew up in this world,” you reply, just a little confused by his reaction.
“It’s hot.”
“Careful,” you warn.
“Alright, alright,” he backs off. “I won’t say it. I’ll just think it.”
You give him another tired stare, but he winks. You wonder if that’s his way of saying you’re hot again, but without words.
Maverick renters the bar with a triumphant smile, coming straight to where you and Hangman are sitting.
“Well,” Mav starts. “An old friend said he’d like to see you tomorrow.”
You furrow your eyebrows. “Who?”
“Rear Admiral Solomon,” Mav says, waiting for it to dawn on you. “Or call sign—”
“Warlock? He’s a Rear Admiral now? I didn’t know he was back here,” your thoughts come out fast. You haven’t spoken to any of your dad’s buddies in years, with Warlock, it’s been even longer. Probably since you were 13.
“Hang on,” Hangman interjects, holding up his hand, his fingers just barely brushing your arm. “Are you coming to Top Gun tomorrow?”
“Maybe,” you say.
“Yes,” Maverick says instead. “She is. But not until after training.” He turns to you. “I’ll text you when to head over.”
“Okay, thanks,” you murmur.
Part of you didn’t expect them to allow it, especially given Maverick’s reputation. Apparently yours as the Gravedigger’s daughter outweighs his trouble-inclined attitude. But now that you have the go ahead, you’re suddenly nervous.
“So,” Hangman says, sounding a little too excited. “Can I give you a personal tour?”
“That’s a great idea,” Maverick says, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Fuck off,” you swat at Mav, who laughs and walks away, heading toward Penny. You look at Hangman skeptically. “You want to give me a tour?”
He puts a hand over his heart. “It would be an honor.”
“I grew up there. I don’t need a tour.”
Hangman sputters for a moment. “Well—”
“I’m teasing,” you nudge his arm. “Sure. If I can handle it, I’d love for you to walk around with me.”
“Music to my ears, sweetheart,” he replies.
“Mhm,” you raise your eyebrows. “Until you realize I know more than you.”
You expect that to start another round of bickering between the two of you, but it doesn’t. Hangman’s reply surprises you. “I already know you do.”
His admittance and blatant honesty makes you smile, and dammit, sit a little closer.
You’re already going back on your own rules, but you can’t help it. Your time is limited here. The end of your time off from work is fastly approaching. You’d rather spend it happily than be miserable, even if that means getting too friendly with a naval aviator who you know is no good for you.
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The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.
if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on
IX XX - the lost art of keeping a secret XXI
“So...”
“So...” Y/N mimicked, raising an eyebrow.
“What’s the story we’re using?” Jack inquired, uncomfortably shifting his feet and scratching the back of his head.
The whole thing about keeping their recent relationship a secret for the time being to avoid the usual Who? What? Where? When? Why? was a big ordeal for the brunette man, whose poker face was as good as none. He was terrible at keeping secrets, especially secrets that make him walking-on-air happy. Jack had been mentally psyching himself up to keep quiet during the dinner Lily and Alex had organized at Luke's new house.
“What story?”
“We arrived at the same time, they’ll think it’s weird.”
“You’re overthinking this, Jack.” Y/N laughed, rubbing his back soothingly. “No one’s onto us, okay?”
It was agreed they’d keep their fling on the down low until they figured out if it had future or not. The Devils' player had no doubt about that, but he knew Y/N was wary about them. She didn’t exactly have a good track record.
She reached up to steal a quick kiss before they pressed the doorbell. Jack blushed almost instantly, and the petite woman shot him a playful wink, adjusting her top and fluffing her hair so her friends wouldn’t even think about the possibility that they had arrived fifteen minutes prior and used that spare time to make-out in Jack's car as if they were a couple of teenagers.
“Do you remember if I locked my car?” she asked him.
“I think I was pretty busy looking at you to check if you had locked your car before jumping inside mine.”
“I did not jump…”
“You almost did the Lady Gaga Superbowl dive. It was really funny.” the Devils' player quipped.
“Shut up!” Y/N laughed, swatting his arm. “You’re about to lose your making-out-in-the-car privileges, Mr. Hughes.” she warned.
Jack just placed his large hands on each side of her head, leaning down and placing a tender kiss on her forehead, which made her heart swell and a serene smile appear on her face. For a minute she forgot all about the implications that coming clean about their relationship brought along and thought about how nice it would be to actually be able to kiss him whenever she felt like it, no matter who was present. And then she was brought back to reality by a soft buzz coming from her back pocket. Backing away slightly from her own small piece of heaven, the doctor grabbed her phone to see who was texting her.
Charlie.
She hadn’t told Jack it was actually her fear of what her ex-husband’s reaction would be and what he would do when he found out the man he had tried to keep her away from for all those years was her current…boyfriend(?) that was keeping her from shouting it from the rooftops. Y/N knew perfectly well Lily would’ve shared the spotlight with them and she wouldn’t actually mind if their friends mocked them or made it all out to be super dramatic and theatrical. She was worried about what Charlie and his family would say. They were never the ones to shy away from criticizing whatever she did. Of course the doctor wasn’t ready to open up about what really went on in the depths of her mind just yet but she was fairly certain that, in time, Jack would be the one to gently remove the walls she had put up, brick by brick.
Joey's asleep. She looks just like you.
Y/N cringed inwardly as she reread her ex’s text, deciding not to reply to him. This was exactly what he wanted. To make her doubt every decision she made, to make her feel insecure. He was really good at that.
“You okay?” Jack asked, suddenly becoming aware of the crease that had formed between her eyebrows as she furrowed them together.
“Yeah, just thinking about how much I’m going to miss your hand being in mine tonight.” the coach's daughter pouted.
“Wait until we get out of here… I’m going to hold the hell out of your hand.” the Devils' player asserted, feeling blessed to be able to be the reason she was now softly laughing.
Jack reached for her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze and showing her his goofiest smile, before turning and pressing the doorbell.
“Here goes nothing.”
*
Everyone knew Jack had kissed Y/N at River and David’s wedding by then. Trevor and Alex had made sure of it. The group of friends eagerly waited for their arrival, surely expecting for them to show up hand in hand.
Luke ran to get the door as soon as the annoying doorbell he had picked out warned them they were there. His smile turned into a frown as he took in that they weren’t holding hands and Y/N looked as if she was in another planet. Quinn turned up from behind him, a confused expression adorning his features as they hugged him and made their way into the living room.
The elephant in the room was gigantic. Alex and Trevor stared at them, analyzing their posture and looking at them as if they had grown another head, as Lily raised an eyebrow.
“Why are you guys looking at us like that?” Y/N asked, not understanding what was going on.
“We all know you kissed!” Lily blurted out, covering her mouth with her hands immediately after.
“And we want to know why you’re not holding each other’s motherfucking hands right now!” Trevor added, ignoring everyone’s warning looks.
Y/N looked at Jack, sighing heavily.
Show time.
“We kissed, but we’ve decided it’s better if we remain friends.” the petite woman lied through her teeth.
“Yeah, we’re not really on the same page right now. And it’s okay.” Jack continued.
“What the fuck? Are you guys kidding me?” Alex groaned. “You guys are perfect for each other!”
“Maybe so. It’s just not the time. And we’re both okay with that, right Y/N?” the Devils' player put an arm around her shoulders, squishing her against him.
The doctor simply nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Fine. But once you develop erectile dysfunction because you decided to wait and you’ll be old as shit and you two can’t go at it, you’ll remember me and tell me I was right.” Trevor stated, throwing his hands in the air and leaving the living room.
“Okay, buddy.” Jack chuckled, realizing he was still holding Y/N against his side and letting her go.
Quinn, Luke, Alex and Lily eyed them curiously, waiting for them to elaborate on everything, which they had previously decided not to do.
“I’m going to check on the pizza....” Quinn broke the silence, walking past Y/N and whispering, so only his friend could hear him. “You two are such bullshitters.”
Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line to prevent herself from laughing. The oldest Hughes brother had always been able to see right through her. But they weren’t going public yet. No, not for a while.
“So, we’re excited to know what’s the big surprise!” Jack quipped, smiling at the other couple in the room, knowing perfectly well what was in store.
He could see the way Lily's eyes switched from suspicious to excited, seeming to become a little bit brighter at the mention of the “surprise”. Alex was looking at her as if she was the only person in the world, stealing a quick glance at her stomach before he diverted his attention back to Jack.
“Great things to come.” he spoke in the softest voice his friend had ever heard coming from his mouth.
Jack looked back at Y/N who was grinning sweetly at the couple.
“Yeah… Great things to come.”
*
Y/N ate quietly while everyone else around her talked cheerfully. Cole had finally arrived in the meantime and Joey was at her dad’s and the only other person in the world who could calm her down was sitting across the table from her, but she couldn’t reach out to him. Not right now. She couldn’t blame Jack for her easily solvable uneasiness, it was her who asked him to keep their relationship under wraps after all. They weren’t supposed to let others see what they were like when they were alone. Or the way his thumb rubbed the back of her hand each time they held hands. Or the way one kiss of his could erase every single worry from her mind.
The doctor checked her phone, contemplating whether she should reply to Charlie or not. He was her child’s father. He didn’t mean anything with that text. He was keeping it friendly.
Checking her feed to keep her mind off her dilemma, she stumbled upon a post, letting out a loud gasp as she read the caption of the picture and dropping her phone on the table. Everyone suddenly went quiet, looking at her panicked face. She coughed lightly, smiling apologetically at her friends.
“I’m sorry, I need to make a call. I’ll be right back.” the petite woman excused herself, swiftly picking up her phone and dragging her chair on Luke's hardwood floor as she left the room.
The front door was slammed within seconds. Quinn shared a quick look with Jack, who saw from the way Y/N's smile didn’t quite reach her eyes that something must’ve been wrong. The only problem was that he had no idea what happened between their flirtatious conversation and now. He just knew it had something to do with whatever she saw on her phone.
*
Y/N was furious. Shaking. Tears pricking her eyes. She went over Charlie's recent posts, one of which showed her holding their newborn baby. That was the day her mother-in-law told her she was probably going to be a horrible mother. You lack the natural instinct, I guess. Mrs. Porter had said, while holding her only grandchild. That was the day Charlie stayed silent as his mother tore her to shreds. That was the day her ex-husband had told her maybe it was for the best that she gave up her career and raise Joey, and the other children they would eventually have, of course. Being a mother is a full-time job, Y/N… You don’t want to be an absentee mother, right? That was the day she cried herself to sleep in her baby’s room.
Then there was the picture of him with a very carefully picked out caption, that had sent her into full-on freak out mode: he was playing the victim, portraying the heartbroken man she didn’t know him to be. Her ex was replying to some of her friends and family, acting all charming and nice, saying he hoped they’d sort it out eventually. She knew better than to believe a single word he said. She knew the act; she knew how it worked. It had worked on her for many years.
Her head was spinning as she fought back the urge to let out all the tears that were beginning to cloud her vision. How dare he? And there she was thinking maybe he was finally being civil and decent. Only to try and leave her in the dirt again, for people to think she was the reason why their marriage ended. God forbid anyone figured out that Charlie Porter was an abusive, manipulative man.
Taking yet another deep breath and rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands, Y/N looked up her ex-husband’s number on her phone, hitting the call button before she had time to regret it.
“Y/N, hey.” his voice made its way into her brain, calm and soothing, like a dose of an anesthetic.
Y/N quickly shook it off, holding on to the rage inside her.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she barked. “Tell me, Charlie, because I would really like to know.”
“First off, I’m doing great, thanks. Our daughter is also doing great, not that you care, but just letting you know.”
“What did you just say?” Y/N hissed, her eyes wide. “You need to take two thousand fucking steps back. My daughter is the single most important thing in my life. And I say thing because there’s not one single material or immaterial good above her. Not my job, not my friends, not my family, not money, not anyone else that might come into my life. How dare you? Did you really have to stoop so low?”
“Don’t be dramatic, Y/N. If you really cared about Joey you wouldn’t have left me and given her a broken home to grow up in.” her ex-husband bit back, his voice filled with venom and bitterness.
The doctor ran her hands through her hair, her heart beating faster and faster inside her chest. By this time, most of the blood in her body seemed to have rushed to her face.
“I gave her the exact opposite of a broken home. I gave her a stable, loving home, filled with laughter and enough space for her dreams to grow and be lived out. I gave her my entire heart and my entire being. I protected her. I gave her what you never gave me.”
“You go on and on about this as if you were miserable with me. Let me break it to you: you weren’t. Everyone around you convinced you you were though. And you were dumb enough to believe them, Y/N. That’s on you, not me.”
“Oh, right, yeah. I wasn’t miserable. I just shrunk myself to fit into the spaces you assigned to me. I just cried myself to sleep every night. Harder after you touched me and then rolled over to the other side of the bed and forgot I existed until you needed to show me off. But just the right amount. God forbid any man dared to show interest in me, whether it was complimenting me on my looks or my brain. Oh man, you used to really hate it whenever someone complimented my intelligence… It was so threatening, I know…”
“What’s your point, Y/N?” Charlie snapped, his voice cold and devoid of any of its usual charm.
“My point is: you broke me. You conditioned my thoughts and the way I acted and I struggle to this very day to deconstruct the belief system you built in my head. I left you because I was so small one gust of wind could blow me away. And my daughter deserved better. I deserved better. I put myself back together, I found my voice and you don’t get to show up and ruin it for me. Now listen to me, and listen to me very carefully, Charles: don’t go around playing the victim and try to convince the world you’re madly in love and I broke your heart. We both know what really went down. Stop talking about me. Stop acting like you’re in pain and I’m the reason why. That’s emotional blackmail, which falls under the category of emotional abuse, as your sister, who’s a lawyer, could probably tell you. You’re lucky I haven’t filed a police report, because you’re an abuser, and you abused me for seven years. Hell, you’re doing it right now. I am the victim, not you. Sit the fuck down and keep your nose out of my business or I will file a report, you won’t ever see Joey again and I will ruin your fucking life. Elise won’t be able to save your sorry ass. Neither will the rest of your goddamn family. Keep that in mind the next time you try to play the innocent heartbroken man. Goodbye.” she nearly yelled, ending the call before he could get a single word out.
Y/N was well-aware he would find a spiteful way to make her feel bad and regret what she had said faster than she could come up with something to reply back, so it was better that way. As soon as she did, though, she began to fear retaliation. She feared the posts, she feared the freak show he could set up, even after she had warned him about the consequences to his actions. Charlie was a bitter, cold man. A completely different person to the one she had met when she first moved to New York in her late teens. But that was all water under an old, musty, dangerous bridge.
*
“You guys…” Quinn called out, looking up from his phone. “I think I know what’s going on.” he sighed, a sad look on his face as he showed the group of friends the post he had just seen online.
Alex placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, looking disgusted at his phone’s screen and he moved his hand to rest on top of his. Cole covered his mouth and sat back down on his chair, shaking his head. Trevor started pacing around the room, mumbling to himself the list of steps he needed to follow in order to successfully commit murder and get away with it.
“Alright, I’ve had it with this motherfucker. This is it. He’s going down. He’s not dragging my girl back into that dark hole he held her in for seven fucking years again. I will personally make sure of that. Alex, get the car. We’re paying this asshole a visit.” Trevor said, as he checked for his wallet in his back pocket.
Jack gave Y/N's ex's social media account a quick look and his fists clenched at his sides. His throat went dry and his mind started racing. Everyone around him was going nuts, with Luke and Lily stepping in front of Alex and Trevor as they prepared to leave the house. Quinn looked like she had seen a ghost while he scrolled through her feed and read every single one of Charlie's posts. The Devils' player felt as if his heart had sunk into his stomach and he didn’t give it a second thought before making his way out of the living room.
*
Y/N slowly opened the door, trying to get back into the house and go to the bathroom without anyone seeing her. Her eyes were watering, and she fought the tears away with every single ounce of strength she had left in her after confronting Charlie.
The coach's daughter ran into someone as soon as she closed the door behind her. She looked up slowly, preparing herself to blurt out something that could justify her physical appearance at that very moment. Instead, she was left speechless as her eyes met with Jack's.
Y/N let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding in as he wrapped his arms around her small frame and held her firmly against his chest. The doctor could hear his heart beat a thousand miles an hour inside his ribcage.
“I need to go to the bathroom, Rowdy.” she whispered shakily and almost inaudibly.
The brunette man gave her one final squeeze, kissing the top of her head before letting her go, quickly grabbing a hold of her hand.
“Lead the way.” he whispered back.
She did as she was asked, padding slowly to Luke's guest bathroom and closing the door behind them, reluctantly letting go of Jack's hand, ignoring the mayhem that had seemingly broken out in the living room.
Jack stood facing away from the washbasin as Y/N leaned against the wall in front of him, the back of her head coming in contact with the cold tiles that decorated the bathroom floor to ceiling, her eyes closed shut. She felt pathetic for once again being unable to keep her feelings from showing. The coach's daughter didn’t know she was crying until she felt the warm droplets of water rushing down her cheeks and even warmer hands cupping her face.
The Devils' player pulled her to him, his hands moving to the back of her head, his thumbs caressing the nape of her neck tenderly. He could feel the tension leave her body as she let herself sink further and further into his chest. What began as soft sobs turned into a breakdown; he felt his heart break into a million tiny pieces when she began to choke up, as a wave of grief and sorrow hit her violently, making her entire body shake, overwhelmed with emotion.
Y/N's fists held the fabric of Jack's shirt as if her life depended on it. Her anger dissolved into tears and she couldn’t help but whimper while replaying that damned phone call in her head over and over again.
“It’s okay. Let it all out.” he spoke softly, placing one of his hands on her back to rub it soothingly.
“I’m sorry, Rowdy. I am.” the woman he so deeply cared for managed to blurt out, trying her best to look up at his face.
“What for, babe?” Jack asked, alarms resounding inside his head. He could guess what was coming.
Y/N sniffed loudly, water works still fully running while she took a step back and reached for a bit of toilet paper to blow her nose. The handsome man waited anxiously as she fixed herself up, moving farther to the right in order to allow her to freshen up her face, tapping water onto the skin below her eyes in a desperate attempt to reduce the swelling.
The doctor eventually gave up trying to fix her puffy face, returning to her original position in front of him.
“For being too much. For being so obnoxiously emotional and overwhelming you with all of this mess. I assume you saw what everyone’s talking about. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to drag you down with me. I’m sorry, Jack, you didn’t ask for a woman with a child and a very bad divorce in her repertoire. You deserve a life free of drama and bad blood.”
Jack looked at Y/N, stunned by the effect Charlie still managed to have on her. He wished she could see herself as he saw her. He wished he could make it all go away with just one kiss. But life isn’t a fairytale and it’s not that easy. If he wanted to help her, he had to tread carefully. Her ex-husband had made sure to leave an unbelievable amount of landmines along the way to her heart and one foot in the wrong place and they could all blow up and break everything she had so carefully pieced back together.
Placing his hands on each side of her face and leaning his forehead against hers, he tried to capture her attention.
“Y/N Y/L/N. Hey...” he cooed, the tip of his nose touching hers in a kunik. “There’s nothing, and I mean literally nothing, I’d change about you. I could never get too much of you. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
Y/N's doe eyes met his as she listened attentively to what he was saying.
“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean that I want to take everything I can get from you, because that would make me…you get it. I mean that you’re perfect. And, as I said, you can never be too much. You’re just… everything, Y/N. And I want a chance to prove it to you…” Jack said, wiping away the few remaining tears in her eyes with the tips of is thumbs and silently asking for her permission to kiss her.
Without hesitating, she pulled him to her, uniting their lips. Jack moved in to deepen the kiss, holding her body against his. The sound of their rushed breathing was the only thing that could be heard inside the small room, until the doorknob was turned and in came...Trevor.
The two lovers quickly let go of each other, startled by the unwanted visitor. Their friend’s eyes were wide open, his jaw almost dropped to the floor. He stood there, his hand still on the knob, as realization hit the trio: he had seen them kissing.
“Z…” Jack warned, raising a finger signaling for him to keep quiet.
“Holy sh-“ he gasped, being interrupted by Y/N's hands, that immediately flew to cover her friend’s mouth.
The Devils' player rushed to close the door again.
“No, no, no. Trev.” the doctor said, in a pleading tone. “I’m going to let you go, but you need to calm down and not be… loud. Okay?”
The blond man nodded, rolling his eyes, and Alina did as she promised.
“You cannot tell anyone about what you just saw. Please.” she begged.
“I didn’t buy the whole we’re not right for each other right now crap you tried to feed us for a second! Do you think I'm stupid? Wait, don't answer that! You made us all feel bad for trying to push you together and here you are, sucking face in Luke's bathroom.” Trevor protested, turning to his friend. “Dude, the bedroom’s literally, like, twenty feet from here? Bathrooms… I thought you’d given that kink up after…” now it was Jack's turn to place his hands over Trevor's mouth, proceeding to remove them when Trevor decided to stick his tongue out. “Alright, I’ll shut up. Stop touching my lips with your dirty hands.”
The petite woman momentarily forgot about their sticky situation and raised an eyebrow at Jack, snorting at his panicked facial expression. He showed her an apologetic smile and a look that could be translated to “we’ll talk about this later”. She nodded, amused by the crimson shade of his face.
Wait.
“Shit! I knew I shouldn’t have put on lipstick after we made out in your car.” Y/N cursed, looking for a towel she could use to clean his long-lasting lipstick smudged face.
And they said it was kiss resistant. My ass.
Both men looked at her, intrigued.
“You’ve got red lipstick all over your face, Rowdy.”
The Devils' player looked at himself in the mirror, attempting to rub it off.
“Oh yeah, I was about to tell you that.” their friend smacked his own forehead, chuckling. “Right after you explained to me what the hell did I walk in on.” he added, crossing his arms over his chest as Y/N hastily opened every single cabinet until she found what she was looking for.
“Not the time, Z…” she groaned, placing the small hand towel under the open faucet, before twisting the excess of water out and dabbing it on Luke's skin.
“We’ll talk about this over lunch tomorrow, okay?” the brunette man sighed, deciding to compromise in order to improve their chances of getting their friend to keep quiet about their relationship.
“Alright, but don’t you try to fool me, I – “
“Z, please, I really need to use the bathroom.” Cole moaned, entering the room and catching everyone off-guard.
The trio froze in their place.
“Cole! I could’ve had my thingy out!” Trevor nearly yelled.
“It's not anything I haven't seen it before, get over yourself.” the other blond man in their lives defended himself.
“Rude!” the Ducks' player cried out, offended.
“Shut up.” Cole laughed, only then noticing his other two friends, standing behind Trevor, their mouths agape. “Hey, I thought you guys were outside! Is everything okay, Y/N? I’m so sorry…” he said, closing the door again and inching closer to the young woman, stopping himself from finishing his own sentence as he noticed the cloth in Y/N's hand and Jack's crimson stained face. “What are you guys doing?”
“Goddamn it, Cole, put two and two together.”
Y/N and Jack's eyes shot daggers at their big-mouthed friend. This was the beginning of the end. Trevor put his arms up in the air, realizing he’d just sent it all to hell.
“Oh. My. God.” their bubbly friend cheered. “Yes, oh, thank god!” he raised his fist in the air, before engulfing the pair into a tight hug, forgetting all about his physiological needs. “You guys!”
His happiness was contagious and both Jack and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his excitement and warmness, even though they knew that two people knowing about their affair was already too many. But it was Cole, and they were sure he didn’t have to be contained. Not like Trevor, at least. It would only take them asking him to promise not to open his mouth and he would take their secret to the grave.
“Oh, what the hell, I want to join in on the group hug!” Trevor whined, a grin instantly growing on his face as Jack shook his head and pulled him in as well.
“Cole, Lily says she really has to go and the toilet in the other bathroom is leaking, I think the pipes are all messed up, I’m calling the plumber on Monday, but yeah…” Luke's voice could be heard from the hallway, accompanied by a light knock on the door.
Now a quartet, the group of people that were already inside the pink bathroom let go of each other, exchanging panicked looks between them.
“Hmmm, I’ll be out in a minute!” the smaller man replied, his voice slightly shaky.
They all tried to talk to each other through incomprehensible hand gestures. Could they get out of this one?
“I’m sorry, Cole, I’m coming in, I’m about to barf all over the place. Pull up your tighty whities!” Lily warned from beside Luke, not bothering to wait for her friend’s reply before she opened the door and was met not by one, but four mortified people.
Jack covered his face with his left hand, avoiding their intense gaze.
“This is unbelievable.” he muttered under his breath as Y/N's breath hitched in her throat.
No one had to explain a thing to Luke. The middle Hughes brother's face screamed make out session. Y/N's lips, now a few shades lighter, told the rest of the story. Lily, on the other hand, was too focused on getting to the toilet before she threw up all over Luke's precious imported tiles to actually take note of anything other than their facial expressions.
Everyone looked away as Lily kneeled by the toilet and nearly stuck her head inside it, with Y/N rushing to her side to gather her hair up and rub her hand over her back.
“This is not what I signed up for.” Trevor grimaced, trying to make is way out, but being stopped by Luke before he could actually reach the door.
“Hold up, no one’s leaving until we clear up this whole…” he stopped herself mid-sentence, motioning towards Jack and Y/N. “…situation.”
Lily lifted her head up, taking the toilet paper Cole handed her, running it over her lips, getting back on her feet and rinsing her mouth with water.
“What situation?” she inquired, regaining her stamina almost instantly.
Luke's gaze fell upon her raven-haired friend, prompting Lily to look at him.
“Jack…” she gasped. “Who…” – her eyes landed on Y/N, her face almost as red as her significant other’s by now. “Y/N! Oh my god, you went and did it! Yes, I’m so proud!”
“Y/N? Jack kissed her first!” Trevor stepped in, giving his friend a light pat in the back.
“Yeah, but I told Y/N she should go for it, and she obviously did!” Cole cheered, kissing his small friend’s forehead in the process. “My girl!”
“Hmm… Lily? Are you okay?” Y/N asked, directing the attention away from the whole mess that was that entire situation and back to the long-haired woman.
“Yeah, must’ve been something I ate.” she shrugged it off, absentmindedly rubbing her belly, a telltale sign the initial trio instantly recognized.
The doctor smiled knowingly, pretending to believe her friend’s excuse and hoping her relationship with Jack wouldn’t be brought up again.
“Enough with dodging questions!” Luke blurted out, rubbing his temples. “Just tell us if you two are going at it or not.”
Spoke too soon.
Jack and Y/N looked at each other, and she nodded affirmatively at him, giving him permission to tell everyone the truth.
“Is there any way you’ll believe me if I tell you I was kissing Trevor?”
“I was the one that had to see you shove your tongues down each other’s throats. Worst experience of my life.” their friend objected, shuddering at the mental image.
“Why are you acting as if seeing us kiss is worse than asking us if we did it, like you did, numerous times before?” Jack asked, rolling his eyes.
“Well, if I had walked in a bit later…”
“Yes, we were kissing. Yes, we’re dating, I guess. It happened last night, so… We wanted to keep it a secret for a while and then tell you but I guess you guys beat us to it. It’s all pretty new and scary so please don’t let it slip or put too much pressure on us, we’re the live version of newborn Bambi. We’re still learning how to walk together.” Y/N spoke up, surprising everyone with her candid statements.
“This is the best day ever.” Lily proclaimed, placing both of her hands over her heart. “Wait until Alex…”
She was suddenly interrupted by her boyfriend's voice. Trevor instinctively moved to block his passage and prevent him from making his way in.
“Why isn’t anyone that enters the bathroom coming out? Is this some Narnia shit? Is Lil okay? Let me in!” Alex shouted from the other side of the door, attempting to force his way in and nearly making Trevor topple over.
“Luke, why the hell don’t you have keys on your locks?” Y/N groaned, as Trevor struggled to keep their clueless friend out.
“How the hell is it supposed for people to come in and help you if there’s an emergency? Seriously…It’s like you guys forget to turn on your brains sometimes…” her friend huffed, rolling his eyes. “Come on, Trev, let the man in before he has a heart attack worrying about his girl.”
Trevor stepped aside from the door as Alex was preparing himself to come at the door at full speed, his shoulder hitting the wood and propping it right open, making him land on the floor.
“Ow!” he howled, shuffling to his feet. “Lily, baby, are you okay? Do you need anything?” he ran to her, his hand brushing over her flushed cheeks.
“Yeah, honey, don’t worry, she’s just acting up today.” his girlfriend chuckled, taking his hand in hers and kissing his knuckles softly.
“She’s feisty, like her mother.”
The entire group went completely silent. Did they just…tell them they were expecting unknowingly? It took the couple a few seconds to fully register that what they had said wasn’t meant to be heard inside of Luke's lavish bathroom. They glanced over at their friends, huge smiles etched on each one of their faces.
“I guess the cat’s out of the bag?” the soon-to-be mother snorted, as she was almost tackled by the group.
“Well, Y/N, Trevor and I kinda already knew.” Jack confessed, ruffling her hair a bit.
“Trevor!” Lily scolded. “You blabbermouth!”
“We figured it out, he just confirmed it.” Y/N explained, letting go of Lily to give Alex a hug. “Congratulations, daddy!”
“Oh my god, I’ve been waiting almost ten years to hear you say that!” the curly-haired man playfully rejoiced, earning a slap in the back of the head from Jack. “What?”
“Oh, baby, Y/N and Jack are dating now.”
The new couple fought the urge to cringe as Lily's words escaped her lips and Alex's lips twisted into a wicked grin.
“Ha! And you tried to tell me you were just friends? I could smell the sexual tension from miles away! I was right! I’m loving it here. I’m giving you a year before he proposes. He knows exactly what ring he’s going to buy, he always has, it’s this beautiful –“
“That’s enough buddy.” Jack coughed, prompting him to keep quiet.
Y/N looked over at the Devils' player adoringly, placing an arm around his waist and hugging his side. She should probably freak out. She should make a run for it and never look back. But did she want to? Not even a little bit. The calmness that Jack instilled in her was like a drug to her and she could feel herself getting addicted to his presence and his entire being slowly, but steadily. As she went through the reasons why she thought her friends couldn’t know, she realized how silly it all was. Y/N Y/L/N, like each and every one of us, had one life to live. And, after telling their friends about them, she felt free. To be honest, she could get used to it. She knew she probably would. At that precise moment, surrounded by some of her favorite people in the world and the loving man she could now call hers, Y/N didn’t even mind.
“We weren’t supposed to tell you in the bathroom after I barfed the entirety of my stomach’s contents…” Lily grimaced, the taste still lingering on her tongue.
“We were going to have Trevor get the bottle of cheap champagne we brought and have him drop it when we told you, for dramatic purposes, obviously.” Alex proceeded to tell their friends about their plans. “Wait... Quinn!"
"I heard you guys from all the way over here." they heard the oldest Hughes brother say from the living room. "Congrats!"
"Come here!"
"Respectfully... No."
#jack hughes x reader#jack hughes blurb#jack hughes#jack hughes fanfiction#jack hughes x y/n#jack hughes x you#hockey#hockey boys#team usa#alex turcotte#trevor zegras#cole caufield#luke hughes#blurb#series#fanfiction#hockey blurb
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Fangs for the Questions
(Dieter x horror loving female)
Words: 751
Summary: I blame @cevans-is-classic for this story because we were randomly talking about vampires, and they gave me this idea so obviously I had to write an adorable story, so I have to bake you some cookies now as a thank you I guess
Warnings: Dieter being silly and adorable, random vampire related questions, mentions of drug use and alcohol use, it gets quite saucy at the end
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“If a vampire drank the blood of someone who was drunk, I mean really drunk, would that vampire get drunk?”
“I pretty sure once it goes through its digestive system, all the alcohol will get diluted so as best it’ll be a mild buzz.”
“What about if that person got high?”
“Probably the same result.”
“Would it be different if they sniffed the drug or shot it up their…?”
“What’s with all the questions?”
You were trying to watch the latest episode of What We Do in the Shadows, but your boyfriend seemed to be in a sillier mood than usual.
“I’m just curious. If a vampire got me back in the day, I bet it would be completely out of it.”
“Dieter, I love you, but you are distracting me from my show. I’m gonna need you to shut your mouth up,” Dieter smiled a most wicked smile, one which you were all too familiar with, “Is there a way to shut you up without it distracting me from my show?” Dieter’s brows furrowed in deep thought. “You’re being very silly right now.”
“I can’t help it. I spend all day on set being serious so when I come home, I just want to relax and be myself with my wonderful, beautiful girlfriend so yes, I’ll get silly sometimes.”
“Aw, but I still want to watch my show,” Dieter grumbled in defeat, “I’m sorry but it’s time for Matt Berry as Lazlo Cranvensworth. And if Doug Jones shows up, even better.”
“It’s not Dieter time?”
You shook your head, “Do you need a cookie or a nap?”
“I think a nap would be good. Can I use your boobs as a pillow?”
You sighed, “If you must.”
He laid his head on your chest with a goofy grin, “They are magnificent.”
You thoroughly enjoyed the episode, as always and with Dieter acting as a weighted blanket, it was very cozy. He almost seemed to know when you finished watching as he woke up as soon as the credits were rolling.
“Did you have a good nap?”
He nodded, “I need to use this pillow more often. Was your show good?”
You hummed a happy hum laced with giggles from the memories of hilarious moments.
Dieter rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “I have a few more questions about vampires.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. So if a vampire drank the blood of a really drunk person and then the vampire turned into a bat, wouldn’t that make them more drunk because a bat’s body is different?”
“Would a person’s blood taste of alcohol?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Would a vampire ever get a hangover?”
“Well if they can’t get drunk then I doubt they’ll get a hangover.”
“Would a vampire ever get a blood disease?”
“Well they don’t have a living immune system so no.”
“So if a vampire doesn’t have a working circulatory system, does that mean their muscles won’t work properly?”
These questions were surprisingly insightful and testing your vampire knowledge, “I don’t know the details, but it all works somehow, but differently.”
“So they would never get a heart attack?”
“If by heart attack, you mean a stake to the heart, then yes they’ll get those.”
“So a vampire basically has a none functioning body.”
“Yeah probably.”
“So why do they keep portraying them as sexy?”
“Well you see, vampires and zombies were once the same creature, they were called ghouls. Then during the Victorian period, vampires became the more brooding gentleman type. Zombies didn’t become their own thing until George A. Romero’s Night of the Living Dead while vampires continued to develop, reflecting on society at the time. So we go from Count Orlock and his almost animalistic appearance to the Byronic romantic to the insultingly sparkly brooding teenager. But some have reacted against this and returned them to a parasitic monster.”
You saw the almost feral look in Dieters eyes, “Is this turning you on?” he nodded fiercely, “Normally people would be turned off by the history talk.”
“Well you know I like history and smart women are sexy,” he perked up, “and you,” he grabbed the back of your knees and gently pulled you back so he could hover over you, “are unbelievably sexy. I am so glad I’m not a vampire and have a normal functioning body,” He was very slowly administering kisses down your body, “But I will drink deeply from you.”
“Wait what do you-ooooooh... Just don’t make me pass out this time.”
Films/TV referenced: What We Do in the Shadows (2019), Night of the Living Dead (1968), Nosferatu (1922)
Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle
#pedro pascal#jose pedro balmaceda pascal#dieter x honey cakes#love of horror fanfic#love of horror#dieter bravo fanfic#dieter fanfic#dieter bravo fanfiction#dieter x reader#dieter x f!reader#dieter bravo#the bubble netflix#the bubble
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Okay so, as I can’t recall if I’ve delved into the mind of Season 6 Charlie here or if I’ve just posted it elsewhere, this might be repetitive or it might be brand new. (Yeah, my memory suckssss.)
Anyhoo. So in looking at what little we’ve seen of s6, and given they’ve basically all been filler episodes so far, definitely take all of this with a grain of salt. It requires a bit more continuity than we’re used to with this show, and I know we like to expect things from the writers that they rarely deliver on, but bear with me.
I think in s6, with its apparent shift in focus away from Team As Family and back to All Charlie All The Time (thanks I hate it) we’re potentially going to learn a bit more about other aspects of his character than we have previously. For instance: what’s the deal with his dad? Why have we suddenly gone from his referencing what sounded like a happy family (though to be fair, they’ve really not been mentioned that much) to this apparent friction with his dad over some kind of tension between his dad and his brother? I feel like they could potentially be setting up more of his family appearing this season, but also, as a friend helpfully pointed out, they seem to be wrapping up each episode as a stand-alone, so I could be way off base.
With regards to Charah, and Charlie’s hesitation with meeting more of Sarah’s extended family: Let’s assume that Charlie hasn’t had a ton of meaningful romantic relationships. He married young, so in theory Julia was likely his last “meet the family” experience. We know (though the writers may have forgotten) that he’s met Sarah’s parents before they were in a relationship, but meeting the extended family likely feels like a much bigger step. So the hesitancy makes some sense.
And this leads us to where Charah are at this point in time. They’re past the honeymoon phase, but they also seem to have pulled back a little relationship-wise (or they haven’t and the showrunners just decided to appease the haters, but that’s a whole other theory.) She’s taking classes, so she’s a little more busy, and he’s…randomly working on his motorcycle? Whatever, let’s just assume that was a throwaway to set up the bike stunt, IDK, I was too busy disliking the episode to pay much attention. But at any rate: while they’re clearly making time to spend with each other (lunches, dinners that we never see,) they seem to have hit pause on the depth they had in s5 (again, I’m basing this on all of two episodes, so there is a decent chance I’m wrong and this is just the general shitty continuity again.) Sarah’s got her school thing going on, she’s perpetually career-driven, so there’s that keeping her occupied and maybe making less space for her personal life.
Charlie, on the other hand…I think (and it was touched on briefly in 604, and dammit, I wish they’d give us more than throwaway lines as to his mental state) he’s worried about measuring up when it comes to Sarah. Which is a bit strange, because he’s a success in his own right, but is he potentially comparing himself to her in terms of her higher education and feeling like he’s not on her level? I mean, that’s one option (and it’s kind of a silly idea, because we all know he’s brilliant as well.)
But also: he’s at a point he’s maybe been at once before in his life, which is him considering what the future holds for this relationship. And I think he’s likely scared. He’s been burned, and his character arc for the past five seasons has been getting over the divorce and opening himself up to love again. So now he’s at that point where maybe he’s considering taking the next step with Sarah, but he’s terrified (and it’s not rational, but emotional reasoning rarely is) because he’s been burned by love and perhaps in the back of his mind he’s worried that it could happen again. Even though it shouldn’t be a worry, and they’ll eventually have their happily ever after because that’s clearly where they’re headed, I could see him having a bit of self-doubt when it comes to really committing long term. It’s something he would really wrestle with, because he knows he’s found his One, but emotional baggage can rear its ugly head at any given time.
I think this season’s arc (assuming one exists) is going to be Charlie letting go of any of that possible self-doubt, realizing he’s ready to take that next step, and really just solidifying that he’s built this life of his own after his divorce. I also think there are allusions being made to him settling down and “finding home” in the sense of perhaps officially moving in with Sarah (real estate seems to be the only theme I’ve managed to pick out so far in s6) and maybe (big maybe) we end the season with a proposal.
I do still think there is an obvious parallel between Sarah going back to school and Julia having done the same once upon a time, which was the beginning of the end for their marriage. And I do think, based on that, there is a potential for some rocky bits to come. But, I repeat, they suck at continuity so it might never be mentioned again and the school thing is just to slot Sarah into that psychologist role and we’re not meant to think more deeply about it. (We will though. Dammit, writers, throw us a bone here.)
Anyway, for the rest of the season, I look forward to the usual format which should give us a solid Sarah episode, a Joe episode or two, a couple of Jesse episodes, and my favourite “Charlie and Sarah isolated somewhere” trope, wherein some of what has turned into basically my rambling essay on the mind of Charlie Hudson (help) might actually play out. And I hope that what we’ve seen so far has just been a rocky start, and there are some really decent episodes to come.
Okay well…that was a novel. I’m so sorry. 🤣
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You know, I might as well throw my hat in the ring when it comes to what Ovenbreak Dragons I think will appear/be playable in Kingdom
First off, I don’t think all of them will be put into Kingdom, Longan especially. From the way I understand things, the good guys are going to the dragons to recruit them into helping against Dark Enchantress. Longan is an antagonist by themselves, and they’re very clearly shown to have no love for Cookies. Bringing them in is just guaranteeing another big antagonist when we should be dealing with DE. Even if by some miracle Longan chooses to help against Dark Enchantress, you know as soon as she’s dealt with, Longan would enact their plan, and I assume they’d want to end their main story with you know, an ending. As in we have time to bask in the fact that it’s over and there can be peace. You wouldn’t really get that with Longan, so I think they’re just gonna stay in Ovenbreak, at least for a good long while
And on a similar note, Lychee I think also has low chances, because again, they can be seen as an antagonist with little care for Cookies. Yes possibly by the end of whatever story they begrudgingly agree to help, but we see that so far, Lychee has basically enthusiastically sided with Longan instead, so it feels unnecessary to even bother
Ananas I think has the best chance of being added (especially as I doubt they’ll only have one Ovenbreak Dragon join). The Tropical Soda Islands have already been established in Kingdom, and we see they have some level of compassion for Cookies, particularly the ones of their island, even if only because they praise and worship them. If Ananas sees Dark Enchantress as a threat to their islands, they probably would help out the Ancients. Not to mention, of the other dragons, they’re the only other one to precede Kingdom’s release, meaning they have the most likely chance of already being part of the planned story. While sure, that doesn’t necessarily mean the others aren’t planned parts of the lore and story, there’s a chance the writers of Kingdom didn’t have the knowledge to properly work them in (granted they could always have added them in to later drafts of the story, not everything has to have been planned out in advance. Am I making sense here? I dunno)
Also honestly, as far as I’m aware, it’d be easiest to recruit Ananas, because other than wanting the inhabitants of the Tropical Soda Islands to worship and praise them, and give them offerings, they don’t seem too villainous. And I mean, the inhabitants seem perfectly fine and happy doing so, and are in no way starving or destitute (writing this I realize Ananas and Golden Cheese sound very similar. Hm). I mean sure, Lotus doesn’t seem too far behind, but Ananas seems a bit higher on the moral scale, even if they are a bit of an ass
Anyways speaking of Lotus, honestly I’m genuinely not sure. I don’t know if the Lotus Paradise exists in Earthbread, since we don’t see it on the World Map like Dragon’s Valley. Granted that map could easily be outdated; after all the Creme Republic isn’t there and we know it exists. There’s also the fact that Lotus came after Kingdom’s release, which could mean that they weren’t planned to be in it, but that’s a potentially negligible point, since again, they don’t have to have everything planned out right at the beginning. But another reason I think they might not is that they have a lot of prominence now in the Ovenbreak story, leading the charge against Longan, and so that may mean they want to keep Lotus to just Ovenbreak, I’m not sure. But also it’s not ludicrous to include Lotus in Kingdom, with them having a similar plot line of trying to keep DE away from their domain, plus then you could have a trio with them, Pitaya and Ananas. But then again, it could run the risk of sounding to similar to the Ananas plot line, I’m not sure. In conclusion, I don’t know
But with that being said, I’m sure that they’ll add Kingdom original dragons to the game. If there were only 2-3, you could just make them Legendary, but given they’re their own Rarity, I’d imagine they’d make more. Plus they’ve made their own Legendaries, why not have their own Dragons? I mean I’m almost convinced the North and South Dragons will in some way be playable, and it’d be an interesting way to expand in the lore we know
#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#cookie run ovenbreak#dragon cookies#longan dragon cookie#lychee dragon cookie#ananas dragon cookie#lotus dragon cookie#speculation#theory
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Je ne suis qu'un être sans importance (BSD Fanfic)
A birthday gift for @llyfrannoddach~ Happy birthday, friend, I bring you some Fitzpoe that I hope you enjoy!
Title from: Dernière danse
Edgar was unlovable.
There were no if’s, but’s, or maybe’s about it, he just knew it with his whole heart that it was the truth. There was nothing desirable about him after all; boring gray eyes, a mop of a hairdo, and just well… everything about his body in general. No one smart enough would ever look at him and think him attractive, and honestly, Edgar was fine with it.
He was more than accustomed to it at this point.
But then he met Fitzgerald, and suddenly he began to doubt himself.
Fitzgerald was an anomaly, an enigma; he was the richest person that Edgar had ever met, with a wife and child of his own, and yet recently, his attention was focused on Edgar for some strange reason. A reason that he couldn’t decipher which was enough to leave him unnerved. And led to him avoiding the man as much as possible.
Until now.
The yearly Guild ball was in full swing, an event that none of them could get out of, and that every acquaintance or business partner of Fitzgerald’s attended, no matter what excuse you used, and yes, Edgar had most certainly tried. Balls were not his thing—he was a writer for crying out loud, not a dancer. He’d tried faking sick, telling his boss that he had other commitments, things like that. But no, Fitzgerald wouldn’t hear a word of it and demanded that Edgar be there.
So here he was.
Was he tucked into the corner of the room, nursing a glass of wine? Yes, but he was there and that was the main thing. Fitzgerald hadn’t said that he had to interact with anyone
“Edgar, my boy, what are you doing, hiding all the way over here?”
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
“Observing the crowd, sir.” It was half a truth, because admitting to his boss that he’d much rather be in his room, working on a novel, was just asking a lecture that he very much did not want to deal with. “It’s an impressive turnout.”
Fitzgerald let out a booming laugh that turned a few heads. “I’m glad you think so, old sport. Even I have to admit that I outdid myself this time. They’ll be talking about this gala for the years to come!”
Edgar hummed, and sipped at his wine.
“Now, instead of hiding out in the corner and avoiding everyone here, come and dance with me.”
Edgar proceeded to choke on his wine.
“W—What?” Him? Dancing? That was the last thing that Edgar had expected his boss to do. The next being the hand that smacked him on the back while he coughed. Once he’d stopped choking, he cleared his throat. “Wouldn’t you rather dance with Ms Zelda, sir? Or Scottie, even?”
There was an amused look on Fitzgerald’s face. “I can dance with them whenever I wish. Right now, I want to dance with you.”
Fitzgerald turned to face him and bowed slightly, extending his hand; a formal invitation that would be rude of Edgar to refuse.
“So may I have this dance?”
Edgar sucked in a breath before he nodded and took the offered hand. He allowed Fitzgerald to guide him from his sanctuary, the elder’s hand warm where his own was clammy. As if sensing his nerves, Fitzgerald squeezed his hand, before spinning to face him. Edgar’s heart almost stopped as his boss rested his other hand on his waist. It was the appropriate position for the dance, but it was an unfamiliar touch to him.
His mind swirled, and not from the wine. He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d been touched in such a manner—didn’t think there ever was another time to begin with. And yet, here was Fitzgerald, his boss, willingly touching him, willingly engaging with him instead of one of the countless other rich and extroverted people that had attended. Edgar didn’t know what to make of it.
“Breathe, Edgar.” Came the order, and he found himself following. “Now come on, follow my lead.”
“I’m no good at dancing, Mr Fitzgerald, sir.”
“Call me Francis tonight. And trust me, you’ll be fine.”
“F—Francis, sir—” The name felt foreign on his tongue as Edgar stumbled over it. “I really think you should—”
Fitzger—no, Francis—let out a huff and tugged Edgar closer. “Just shut up and dance with me, Edgar. Stop thinking so hard for once in your life.”
And that was precisely what Edgar did, or tried to do at least. He let out all the air in his lungs, and focused on following Francis’ footsteps. The older man moved with a level of care that he’d never seen before, stepping slow at first so that Edgar could follow along before picking up the pace until they were dancing at the normal tempo.
Edgar had always prided himself on being a fast learner, and dancing was no different, for he soon found himself comfortable in the repetitive motions. It was a slow dance, with just a few steps, accompanied by the small orchestra that Francis had hired for the event—supposedly, Zelda had talked him down from hiring a full one. He could see her now, at the snack table with her and Francis’ daughter, watching the two of them with a smile on her face.
Suddenly, Edgar felt self-conscious, and tried to pull away. He was making a fool of himself here. He never should have accepted the dance in the first place. People would talk, and assume, and that would only damage Francis’ reputation, and bring misery to his wife and child. He needed to leave before people started to take notice of what was actually happening.
But the moment he loosened his grip, Francis tightened his.
“You’re doing fine, Edgar.” He said. “Just enjoy yourself.”
“I’m dancing a slow dance with my boss, sir. People are going to assume—”
“Then let them.”
What? “But—But Zelda—”
“She knows, and does not care.” Francis tugged him closer, one hand coming to cup Edgar’s cheek. “You are not the first man I have taken an interest in, but you could be the last. If your morals don’t get in the way, of course.”
Edgar should say no, should say that he’s not interested, but the words wouldn’t come, leaving him floundering like a fish in the sky, face burning because he was interested, and there was no way he could deny it.
But perhaps he shouldn’t.
If Francis’ own wife knew and didn’t care, then maybe Edgar could indulge himself, could accept what he was being offered.
Maybe he could be loved for once.
“They won’t.” Edgar said after a minute or two had passed.
“Then let us dance.” Francis said, leaning in to brush his lips against Edgar’s. “And afterwards, we can enjoy the rest of the night… privately.”
Edgar smiled against Francis’ lips, finding himself looking forward to what could be.
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Twiyor AU
“Please?!” The women begs. “I heard you were some kind of Cupid; can’t you help me find a match?”
It’s another day and another coffee shop I’ve found myself in. I’d grown used to these requests, even though I’ve given up on love. Ever since the rumors spread during my college years of how my relationship recommendations equaled 100% success, it’s a never-ending routine of requests. I don’t know if it’s so perfect, and frankly don’t care anymore. Because you see, I have a gift… Take this woman sitting across the table. I can see that her hearts aura is a yellowish color which means if she falls for someone with a similar color, they’ll be a good match. Getting the gist of what I can do?
I sit back in my chair and take a sip from my coffee cup. “I don’t actually find you a match. You show me someone you’re interested in, and I’ll tell you if I think you’re a good match.”
“Oh…” the woman deflates in her chair. “I see… There isn’t anyone I’m interested in right now.”
“Then you can always contact me when you’re ready.” I throw on a professionally fake smile and stand up from the table. “Have a nice day ma’am.”
That was a waste of my time, but at least I got free coffee out of it. On my way back home, my friend texts me to see how the meeting had gone. Franky, the pest. This is all his fault, the A.K.A. rumor starter and only person who knows my secret. He even set up a website for people to find me… how thoughtful, so now my free time is taken up by this pseudo part-time job.
‘She didn’t read the description on the website,’ I text Franky back, ‘so it was a bust.’
I’m not a warm-hearted guy who’s doing this out of the kindness of my heart or care about other people’s happiness. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to see all the successful pairings when I’ve never had one in my twenty-eight years? All the thank you cards, photos, and wedding invitations from the successful pairings filled with syrupy sweetness. It’s enough to make my teeth hurt.
My phone pings, it’s Franky again. ‘Oh well she’ll be back.’
No doubt, I sigh and toss my apartment keys onto the counter before dropping onto the sofa. I’ve still got a couple more hours to kill so I close my eyes as the memories of failures run their course. Not to brag, but I know I’m a good-looking guy who’s been popular all through high school, college, even now as a salary man. Perfect blonde hair, striking blue eyes, fit build— you’d think finding a partner of my own would be easy, right? Not so. Not only can I see the hearts aura, which is akin to a person’s essence, but also their emotions in the moment like a halo glowing above their heads. Women always look at me with a superficial lust, judging me based on appearance and those ones disinterest me the most. The few times I’ve dated, it was those halos again revealing what they really thought about me. Some cheated or maybe didn’t really love me anymore, but the worst were lies. People can so easily lie, but their emotions never do with their background dark greens and browns giving it all away. Eventually, it gets tiring to even try and besides, it’s not like I know my own color to guide me. Maybe then I’d find a better match without having to play the guessing game…
It’s Friday night, and it’s Valentine’s Day, so why am I at the bar with Franky? Ugh, I’m such an idiot for letting him talk me into this. ‘We’re both bachelors,’ he’d pitched, ‘maybe we’ll get lucky.’ Well, lucks never been much of a friend and I’m more likely to end up with a stomachache.
For a Valentine’s Day the bar is comfortably full, a mixture of couples and hopefuls looking to change their status. As one could imagine, there are a lot of reds and pinks hovering over heads, then a scattered variety over the rest. I’d seen quite a few potential matches while walking in, but too bad for them that several of the couples aren’t among them.
“Loid, I just don’t get it man.” Franky squeezes and shakes my shoulder. “So, what if it might end? Sometimes gotta go through a few snags before landing the right fish. You shouldn’t rely on that gift of yours so much and just take a chance.”
Sitting at the counter with my back to it all is the best option. All the fish in this bar that Franky’s yapping about is not for me, and I’d rather not be reminded of it. Just shut up and let me drink!
I set my drink onto the bar top. “I’ve taken enough chances and I’m over it for now.”
“Tch,” Franky let’s go with a harumph. “Fine, then back to me.” He turns his body to scan the room. “Oh, hello! Beauty just walked in!”
“Maybe beauty will like a beast like you.” I snicker without looking.
“Pfft! Well, she’s looking this way… staring actually!” Franky slaps my chest in rapid succession with the back of his hand. “Take a look, is she a fit for me??”
I doubt it, I think to myself as I turn to look. It’s not that I don’t doubt she’s pretty cause Franky’s tastes only run to models but—
“Rainbow…” the words wisp from my lips before my brain can catch up to the scene. A raven-haired beauty staring in our direction so strongly it sends chills shooting down my spine. Who is this woman? It’s the first time I’ve ever seen someone with a rainbow color! Most are just one, maybe two tops but not her, she’s literally sparkling like a character in a comic.
“Rainbow?” I hear Franky parrot but I’m too mesmerized to care or remember he is next to me. He’s asking more questions… jabbing my side, but all I can is do is watch— frozen to my seat as she moves towards us from the front door. My breathing slows as she gets within a meter’s length.
Her eyes flash as a beaming smile takes over, sending my heart into a tizzy and breathing to a halt.
“Wow!” She grabs my hand forcefully without hesitation, as if willed by an invisible force. “I’ve never seen a rainbow aura before on anyone else. You’re just like me!”
Huh? What? Come again?! My head tips slightly in confusion. “I’m sorry? Did you say I have the rainbow aura? Ma’am, you have the rainbow aura.”
“No, you do.” She smiles brighter. “We both do.”
“Y-You can see… my color?”
“Yeah,” her eyes sparkle again.
Sparkling like ruby gemstones glinting off the bars backlit liquor display. Her gaze is a sirens lullaby slowing time itself— I can’t look away… just taking in the vision of long dark hair against creamy light skin on slim yet toned features. The yellowish orange excitement surrounding her head is slowing melting into a reddish orange. I feel the heat rising on my cheeks the longer I stare, my own color no doubt changing to red as well if the surprised look on her face is any indication. Shit! This is the first time this ability has made me feel so self-conscience!
“Tch,” I hear Franky’s annoyed tone, “I’ll catch ya later Loid.”
“Yeah…” I respond back without breaking eye contact with the woman. I’d forgotten he was even there.
“I’m sorry for interrupting sir.” The woman directs her words towards Franky who merely nods and walks away before turning back to me. “Um… mister Loid?”
Her voice snaps me out of the void. “Oh, yes. Sorry how rude of me,” I quickly gesture to Franky’s now vacant bar stool. “Please, if you’ll join me.”
Considering the enthusiastic lack of hesitation earlier, now it’s so cute how this beauty’s turned shy. I do my best to focus on her and not look at the colors dancing around her because Franky did have a point about not relying on auras. Though from the rosy hue of her cheeks, coyly down-casted eyes and upturned lips, to the fidgeting fingers in her lap it’s obvious which emotions are plaguing her.
I take her trembling hand and kiss it’s back. “I’m Loid Forger,” I flash a smile, “and you are?”
She pulls her hand back only to tuck some loose tendrils behind her ear in a nervous gesture. “M-My name is Yor Briar. I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion, I was just so happy to see someone else like me I couldn’t stop myself.”
“It’s okay,” I smile sweetly. “I’m happy too, but I don’t want to ruin your plans either, are you meeting someone here?”
“Ah!” She suddenly straightens out as if remembering suddenly, turns and scans the room as she continues talking. “Yes, my co-worker… but I don’t… see her yet.” Yor let’s out an exhale of relief. “She’ll be surprised to see me sitting with a man.”
“Oh?”
Yor blushes again with her shoulders slumping in embarrassment. “I—I’ve always been too shy to deal with men.”
I chuckle lightly, “but I bet with your looks there’s been many suitors.”
So adorable! I laugh internally at how cute she is, because if Yor blushes anymore fiercely her hair might catch fire. She turns her gaze fully to the floor unable to meet my eyes.
“I could say the same for you.” Yor responds in a soft voice. “Besides, I’d never met my hearts match before.”
Now it’s my turn to blush. So, she knows how the colors work, I shouldn’t be surprised considering it didn’t take me long to figure it out either. In middle school when classmates started dating, I began noticing a pattern between the couples that lasted and the couples that didn’t. I don’t think those relationships were as stable though because even those with the same color would sometimes break up, so it wasn’t until college that I fully understood. Anyway, there is one difference between us.
I sigh light-heartedly, “neither had I,” before perking up again, “but at least you can see your own aura, because I can’t that made it more difficult to know who would be a match.”
“Oh, really?” Yor perks up as well and meets my gaze. “I suppose that’s true.”
After ordering new drinks, our conversation continues for several more minutes before Yor’s friend finally shows up. Based on the interweaved green and red pulsing around her, the female coworker whose name is Millie is jealous that Yor caught my attention. So, they’ve come tonight as part of the hopeful crowd. Sorry Millie, but my hearts already taken.
“So, exactly what is it you do Mr. Forger?” Millie questions with a grilling tone to her voice.
Is she asking for her friend’s sake or for her own. Not that it matters to me. I throw on my fake professional smile for the woman. “I’ve always been great at understanding people, so I became a psychiatrist. It’s my own practice but I do work for the hospital as well as provide pro bono services for the local orphanage.”
“Wow,” Millie keeps her outward expressions emotionless trying to hide her annoyance. “You’re such a great guy to help those orphans. Yor’s lucky to have met you.”
Oh, the flickering jealousy is so amusing. Millie’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets in surprise. A philanthropist doctor?! She’s practically seething over it, so why not go in for a kill shot? Shut this woman up and impress Yor at the same time, it’s two birds with one stone. “I do it because I enjoy it. Those kids have gone through a traumatic experience, so I couldn’t help but be moved— enough so, that I ended up adopting a bright little girl named Anya who really captured my heart.”
My chest puffs out unconsciously when I see Yor’s face brighten like a blooming rose and Millie’s faux smile falters. I already know we’re a good match, but I want Yor to want me for more than just some supernatural power. Plus, the story isn’t a complete lie. Originally, I adopted Anya for a tax write off— yes, I know that’s despicable, but it didn’t take long for the precocious child to win over my heart.
Millie recovers quickly and redirects toward her friend. “Are you willing to be a stepmom Yor?” She asks no doubt hoping her friend will be taken aback at a sudden change like motherhood.
“Yes!” Yor replies quicker than I’d expected and with much enthusiasm. She’s practically on the edge of her seat, eyes sparkling at such an idea. “I don’t mind at all. After my parents died, I had to take care of my younger brother, so I have a lot of experience already though…” Yor shrinks back a little. “I’m not a very good cook.”
Oh, this is perfect! My smile brightens. “I’m sure you’d make an amazing mother Yor.” But, perhaps it’s time to let things marinate a little as well. “Well lady’s,” I stand up from my seat. “It’s been fun, but I must get up early to pick my daughter up from her sleepover tomorrow, so it’s time for me to leave. You both have fun.” I then take Yor’s hand again and place a chaste kiss to the back of the knuckles. “Though you, not too muchfun,” I tease, “may I contact you tomorrow?”
Yor’s rainbow aura shimmers along with the flash of an embarrassed and beaming smile. “Y-Yes! Of course, I look forward to it.”
Me too, Ms. Briar… me too…
Did my aura just shimmer too as if calling out to its match? I can’t see my own aura but somehow it sure feels that way. I squeeze her hand with a final kiss to her cheek. “Then till tomorrow.”
The moment I’ve turned my back to them, I can’t help but smile to myself. Such a totally unexpected event! I’ll thank Franky later. Tis a Happy Valentine’s Day after all…
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Helluva Boss Theory “How Andrealphus and Stella Could Threaten Stolas Position as Prince”
in the season one finale after we saw bits and pieces of stolas past, and his fight with stella, she mentions andrealphus, her “arrogant brother” as some sort of threat to stolas, andrealphus is stella’s brother, and a lower ranking to stolas, but does appear to be somewhat of a threat to him, and i’m here to theorize as to why he is a threat to stolas and his possible position as prince in hell
What is Andrealphus role int he goetica family?
andrealphus is stolas brother in law, i’m not to sure on what kind of royaily nobility andrealphus is, my guess is that he’s some kind of duke, duke’s are lower then prince’s
How can andrealphus threaten stolas?
stolas is a prince of hell, and has very morbid and dark magic, and in my opinon is more powerful then andrealphus, it’s not confirmed but it’s heavily implied that andrealphus has some sort of ice powers, which would make sense due to his colour pallet resembling ice and snow, but ice magic against dark magic, in my opinion, dark magic would come out winning
but here’s the thing, stolas isn’t very well-liked by the other royals, or at least isn’t very close with them, he’s polite and friendly sure, but i highly doubt he really has any royal friends, stella on the other hand, has a BUNCH of royal friends, and yes while their all probably as fake as her, they can form allies and make someone’s else’s life a living hell in their own way, and andrealphus is probably like her in terms of being popular amongst his peers, and if your well-liked by popular powerful people, they’ll be much more willing to do things for you
stolas is already under a lot of hot water at the moment, he was caught having an affair with an imp, making the impression of him being the bad guy in their relatiobship and was exposed in ozzie’s for “his big mistake”, and their is that added fact with him illegally giving blitz his grimore, which isn’t supposed to be lent out to anyone!!, AND ALSO his divorce with stella, i’m guessing divorce is very complicated and frowned upon then it is normally in the royal families, due to the fact it was an arrange marriage and stolas at the time had a lot to lose, but now not so much, not to mention it probably doesn’t look good to have royal couples break up, AND BLITZ AND HIS CREW WERE CAUGHT MULTIPLE TIMES ON EARTH!!, WITHOUT DISGUSES!! AND CAUSED A LOT OF MAHAMN!!
if stella or andrealphus ever found out about ANY of that, it could cause stolas to lose his status of prince, or in worse case, be diswoned by the goetia family, and i’m gonna be completely honest, stolas can try to argue that stella was abusive in the marriage, but i really don’t think they were care and ignore it, because 1, it’s hell, and 2, the abuse is considered minor compared to what stolas did
we already saw that andrealphus was trying to manipulate stolas into giving stella more in the divorce for just “cheating on the poor thing” (suuure...), if he found out about the illegal stuff, it can end extremely badly for stolas
(that’s not even to talk about how DHORKS literally caught IMP and stolas on camera, the cherubs and martha, which is a WHOLE other cans of worms)
in my opinion, i don’t think stolas would really care all that much about losing his status, don’t get me wrong he will be upset, but i think in a way he’ll be happy, cause now he will be free from his royal reputation and could do whatever he want, and that includes being with blitz
but i think he would be most worried about what would happen to octavia in this situation, how much custody he could have of her and such
let me know what you guys think?
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Do you think Lucy and buck will last as long as Buck and Taylor did?
Hi Nonnie! If it’s okay, I’ll reply to you and to one more anon about Buck and Lucy, but I hope I won’t get more asks about it, ‘coz at this point, it’s still complete conjecture that that’s the direction the show will take.
If (and that’s still a big if) the show goes in that direction, it’s possible that what they want is to explore a Love Interest who isn’t an external one, meaning it’s someone who’s a part of the team, someone who doesn’t exist just as an LI. 5b has been establishing Lucy as a legit part of the team. Especially as Jonah tried and failed to integrate, Lucy in contrast has been accepted into the 118 family, and I think that was quite felt in 518, where she was a part of the banter in the firetruck and also a part of that triumphant walk of the team which was the emotional peak of the season.
TBH, it still doesn’t mean she’ll even be back in s6. I know some like her and some don’t. Albert in s4 was pretty universally loved, and him becoming a fire fighter and hugging it out with the team was the shot which served as the emotional peak of the season, but he still ended up mostly returning in s5 to show why the show didn’t follow through on that direction. He seemed like a part of the gang, and now he’ll be back to appearing only as Chim’s brother, if that. In part, I’m sure, because the actor found another, more meaningful gig. So we don’t know, Lucy’s actress may end up making a similar choice.
If she doesn’t return, the show will probably want to take some time to deepen and re-affirm her place with the firefam. And then if they go for her and Buck together, it will probably take time. They won’t jump into it, because Buck and her are co-workers. And, if 911 goes there, then they’ll also have to build the reveal of their feelings, since 5b was mostly devoid of that. They did spend most of this half season being pretty platonic around each other. If after all that, 911 does get Buck and Lucy together, then I think they stand a chance of being together longer than BuckTaylor, yeah. Taylor was always evidently the wrong person for Buck. Lucy will be a part of the team, and they are quite similar. IDK, the more I talk about it, the less likely it seems, but if it were to happen, that’s how I think they’d play it out.
Thank you for the ask, I hope you have a good day! xoxox
It's so refreshing to see some one acknowledge that Lucy is in fact a likely love interest. It seem as if people want to like her but won't be able to if she is in fact destine to start dating Buck, so they bury there heads in the sand. The fact if, the second they had Buck kiss her it placed her in that position, because if they just wanted to show that buck isn't happy and is perhaps missing the freedom of a single life (or whatever it was meant to tell us) they could have used some random woman in the bar. Hell, they could have just had Lucy be in a single episode, but they didn't, they've brought her in full time and with nothing more to really explain her presence other than as a potential LI.
And honestly, it feels a lot like the PTB not really getting why buddie is popular. It feels like they look at it and think "oh, they want a work place romance, let's do that" without understanding that is goes deeper than that. I had the same reaction to Long Star, because instead of building a relationship from the ground like they've inadvertently done with buddie, they had TK and Carlo hooking up almost immediately. (And now people wonder why the relationship is a mess)
I really hope you are right about BL not lasting long term, but like yourself I'm fully prepared for it to be a thing.
Hi Nonnie! I’m still in a pretty neutral place regarding Lucy, because I feel like I still haven’t seen enough of her to feel passionately about her one way or the other. But I have no doubt that there are people who genuinely like her, because she did have got moments in this half season. And she’s not like Taylor, whose treatment of Bobby in her very first appearance was unmistakably horrible. But yes, they did mark her as someone who will always have that potential with Buck. They won’t necessarily do it and even if they do, they don’t have to do it now, but as long as Lucy will be on the show, they will always be able to decide to explore her and Buck’s r/s more romantically, and they will always be able to fall back on that kiss as justification for that.
I do think it wouldn’t have been the same thing if Buck had kissed a stranger/one time guest character. Him seeing her at the end of 511 was like a small slap in the face, that he couldn’t run away and hide from what was wrong in his r/s that he ended up cheating on his gf, and the fact that Taylor thought it was just a random woman, when we all knew it wasn’t, showed that even after the supposed reconciliation, B/T’s issues didn’t suddenly disappear. But yeah, the second that they did go there with Lucy, they will always have that potential to go back to if and when they wanted to.
As you can see from my reply in the first part of this post, I do agree with you that it’s possible what they want to explore is an LI who’s also integrated into the team and is therefore a character in their own right. I’ll just add that I didn’t say if 911 goes for Buck and Lucy as a couple it would be short, I said I didn’t think it was endgame. And I still don’t. ‘Coz the way they built it, I honestly can’t see anyone but Buddie being endgame... They’ve made us see it with everything they built between Buck and Eddie, and I’m sure they know that we can’t unsee all of that now!
Thank you as well, and I hope you too have a wonderful day! xoxox
(I got an influx of asks, I WILL answer all of them, but it might take a sec. If anyone wants to check whether I've already answered theirs or to read my replies, here's my ask tag. Thank you! xoxox)
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3. People refuse against all evidence, literally all evidence, to believe in evolution, to this day, about, what, 160 years later? Something close to that. With the internet, people still refuse to learn things. With doctors that can do miracles, people don’t believe them. With scientists that can attempt just about anything these days from artificial intelligence already far too smart to be comprehensible to our ideas of how smart a thing could possibly be, from gene editing, to the most complex and slippery quantum theories and mathematics, to rockets that hit insane speeds to leave earth’s orbit built and launched without fanfare or any yet-unconquerable-struggles, people still actively hate and distrust science and scientists. The scientific method, the most trustworthy thing possible, they trust to give accurate results not at all. Not as a process, not as a profession. For many kinds of reasons, all of which can masquerade all they like as good but which all seem to me bad and false and cynical for rejecting the things which seem logically to me to be best in the world and about the world and made by the best kinds of people and efforts in the world. So therefore, understanding that about people, (even if I don’t forgive it) and wanting them to like and see me anyway, and wanting to make people happy anyway, via the positive ideas I embody in my life, I should…logically…be able to develop a system of thinking and feeling that allows me to do those “high cost low material reward” actions with an emotionally-less-attached + non-emotionally-dependent-priority-level style of going about and watching the results of them. I should and must be able to both not expect to have myself seen and understood, and to expect being seen and understood eventually. Because only repeated and therefore unquestionable positive actions will hold up to people’s reconsidering (and, next step, successive mental repicturing, hopefully simultaneously with the initial self-doubt of their idea of their understanding of me and not a discarded line of unpleasant self-questioning of theirs, which people will do as they hate thinking or questioning themselves very much) of my motives if and when they ever do after long long periods (decades even) of knowing me well. And because, I’m gonna have to believe, with some sort of insane faith, that I am special, and that unlike science and medicine and evidence and logic and obvious fact based on tangible everyday visible touchable testable available-for-mental-questioning continuous-existences of things making up reality for almost all people on earth, unlike those things, I will be seen and correctly understood in everything I do and am, by some non-insignificant (~more than 1/100) amount of people in my life, at all times, in the course of my entire life, based upon no evidence this will be possible or is likely. But also based around no evidence it’s not possible or likely either, as I’ve never been me in my contexts before and you never know how much a group of people will react to one person versus the way they’ll react to another. You just can’t. I just know how I’ve seen other people treated by most people, and they’re not seen or understood until they’re dead if ever (usually never). But I also know people so far have treated me far better than the populace treats, sat, Jesus, or beautiful harmless animals with one valuable part in the wild, or dogs, which are the purest good in the animal kingdom to ever possibly exist for us or just period in their social and attentive and adaptable and useful behavior and genetics and basic all-terrain-mastering anatomy for planet earth in all its variety and need for non-invasive small omnivorous ecosystem-helping mammals with non-actively-evil/predatory behavior patterns. Is that because I am large muscular and intimidating? Maybe, but I think it’s mainly because I’ve put good out and gotten good back in. If I am to appear as if I’m totally functional and normal and to appear at first to prioritize copying and assimilating chameleon-style w/ the time+place..
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