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ghosthunterbuck · 1 year

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everything, always

(buddie) (778 words) (6x13 spec) surprising absolutely no one, here's some spec based off the new promo!! (aka, another poker fic)

Three minutes and seventeen seconds is… news to Buck, actually. Certainly not something he knew Eddie knew. It’s a long time.

Longer than it takes him to win the first hand, and longer than it took Eddie to convince him to come in the first place. Shorter than the length of time he spent staring at his closet, but longer than he’d spent looking in the mirror after he was dressed.

He loses the next hand; it’s shorter than three minutes and seventeen seconds, too.

Eddie knocks a knee against his and catches his eye, the silent you okay as obvious as the pair Buck’s sure Captain Mehta’s got in his hand, the way he’s betting.

Buck quirks a small smile. I’m fine, he hopes it says.

“What is it with you, anyway,” Chief Williams asks Buck pointedly. “I’ve had more injury paperwork come across my desk for you than just about any other firefighter in the LAFD.”

Mehta snorts. “It’s not just him though, is it? It’s both of them!” He gestures between Eddie and Buck.

Eddie grins, but there’s something sharp along the edges. “Guess we’re just lucky,” he says. He glances at his cards and turns them up. “See?”

The eight and ten combined with what’s already on the table makes a straight, and Eddie takes the pot.

Buck laughs and tosses down the blind before his next two cards are dealt. “I wouldn’t bet against us,” he says, “but feel free to.”

Williams rolls her eyes in a not-unfriendly manner and tosses down a few chips. “Sure, just remind me to keep you two on hose next time I’m IC,” she says.

Eddie bends his cards up, snorts and folds. “You convince him to stay on the ground and I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “Now remind me, who was it that made the ‘no shop talk’ rule?”

Williams laughs. “Touché, Diaz,” she says.

…

“You really cleaned up in there,” Buck says as Eddie climbs into the passenger seat of the Jeep.

“Yeah, well, I told you you didn’t have superpowers,” he replies with a laugh.

“Unless…” Buck says, waggling his brows.

Eddie scoffs. “You absolutely did not let me win.”

Buck shrugs, trying to keep the grin off his face. He didn’t let Eddie win, but he’s not quite ready to let go of his magic math skills.

“Alright, Einstein, if you really were keeping count of everything, how many chips did I walk away with?” he challenges.

Buck pretends to think for a moment. “Enough to buy me a milkshake on the way home?”

Eddie closes his eyes and laughs. “Yeah, I think I could manage that,” he says.

Buck puts the Jeep in reverse and pulls out of the parking lot, headed towards a Shake Shack he knows will be open at least another hour. He glances over at Eddie and finds him looking back, illuminated occasionally by the passing streetlights.

“What?” Buck asks softly.

Eddie shakes his head and turns his attention towards the empty street in front of them. “Nothing,” he replies, just as quiet. “Wondering if strawberry’s still going to be your favorite.”

“I did read that being struck by lightning can alter your taste buds,” Buck says.

“I know,” Eddie says with a small grin, “You told me.”

Another long moment passes, and a thought occurs to Buck. “How’d you know how long I was out?”

Eddie’s head whips back toward him. “What?”

“Three minutes and seventeen seconds,” Buck says. “Everyone else has just been saying three.”

“I counted,” Eddie says haltingly. “From the second I saw you hanging there until the moment I felt your heartbeat. I needed–” He cuts himself off and swallows visibly.

“I’m sorry,” Buck says, turning his attention back to the road. “I shouldn’t have–”

“I needed to know how much of you I had to prepare myself to lose,” Eddie forces out.

“Oh,” Buck says. He glances over and watches Eddie’s jaw work.

“I don’t think I could’ve let them take you if I hadn’t been counting,” Eddie says, so quiet that Buck isn’t sure he’s meant to hear.

Buck bites his lip and scans the road ahead of them for cars before looking back at Eddie again. “Thank you,” he says finally.

“For what?” Eddie asks.

Buck’s not sure how to put it into words, how to synthesize everything he’s been feeling for the last few weeks into one distilled sentence. Eventually, though, he lands on the closest thing he can find. “All of it,” he says. “Everything.”

Eddie looks at him. Buck looks back. After a moment that seems to stretch into eternity, Eddie nods. “Always,” he says.

#911 #buddie #fic #911fic #911 fic #buddie fic #spec #abbie writes #me: posts two fics within 2 hours bc my timing is the WORST #userceecee

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wistfulrat · 3 years

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a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm

[ for my fellow fledgling drarry stans! the drama list is here and, well. like i didn’t initially intend to go off in the mini-reviews beneath every rec but it’s just that you can't nOT yell about drarry as classic literary foils!! also it’s my dumb sideblog so i decided there are no rules and i get to be annoying about good writing.

but rly, the whole premise of the drarry pairing is shaped by this genre and if the ~serious world of serious published writers~ weren’t absolute cowards, they would admit that drama fic authors have contributed more to the genre than the average shit you can find at your local chain bookstore. so that's that on thAT. & if you love a fic here, don't forget to follow the authors, leave kudos & comments on their work, send them nice msgs bc they do all this shit for free xoxo ]

part 2: dramas

mood: for when I need emotional catharsis and maybe 7 hours to sob/brood about loneliness, the cost of love, & the perpetual fear of being truly known

includes: angst, hurt/comfort, reconciliation fics. it’s cruelty o’clock folks and someone is about to say/do something Fucked Up that they can’t take back. but don’t worry!! there will be a Reckoning feat. hamlet-worthy monologues, ugly truths, unbridled rage, trauma, insecurity, and just a fuck ton of tears!! but maybe even tender apologies and mended things.

(Un)wanted by @aibidil - 36k - E | Ginny's pregnant, then she's not and Harry's single. Harry, again with no family, doesn't know what to do with this turn of events, or how to find a new life—post-war, post-Ginny, post-abortion—in which he belongs. He doesn't expect that life to include dancing to the Backstreet Boys with Hermione and Draco Malfoy. A story of finding belonging in the unexpected. | --- can a fic be tender and unflinching at the same time? bc this story strikes that balance rly well and for a piece about unwantedness, it is incredibly humanizing. ginny holding her own, draco being gentle but not letting harry play victim, hermione calling harry “hazzah” and just the way this friendship insists on the validity of found families even when harry is spiraling?? and you’re forced to consider that no one has the monopoly on fucked-upness and that doesn’t absolve us of the ways we hurt each other but it means that everyone has the same potential to be better after being broken. goD JUST READ IT, OKAY.

Blood Magic, the series by @houseofhebrideanblacks and @thestralsofspinnersend 335k - E “Later that night. . .Draco wondered at the depths of magic, its breadth and scope. The ways in which life pervades and eludes death, the ways in which they endure all manners of small and large deaths within their lives.” -- if you don't read any other fic on this list, i hope you read this series bc holy shit it’s breathtaking. harry’s a recovering addict, draco’s recovering from abuse, and in a cottage within the forbidden forest begins an unlikely partnership as the boys take up the tedious work of healing. there are thestrals and everyone's in therapy. there are whole chapters of cottagecore drarry. it's a beautiful exploration of how we bare the immensity of loss against the miracles of birth and regrowth.

Ship of Theseus by GallaPlacidia - 18k - T “A ship in a full sail, a ship in a state of decay, a ship that had been rebuilt, slightly different. A repeating cycle. “What makes the ship the same?” asked Harry. “I don’t know. There must be something in it that lasts across the changes.” -- DO YOU KNOW HOW THIS QUOTE LIVES RENT FREE IN MY SAD, SAD BRAIN. DO YOU KNOW HOW I LOSE SLEEP THINKING ABOUT THE FUCKING SHIP OF THESEUS. it’s a memory loss fic and everything is so unFAIR. you want to murder harry sometimes bc he’s such a shiT and you suffer through the ways he questions desire, penance, redemption, true love. and by the end, you want to believe in those golden slumber lyrics: “once, there was a way to get back home”

Yours to Keep by @dracoismytrashson - 135k - E i love the university setting, i love getting to see harry and draco’s first forays into a real LGBTQ community, the class and race structures outside of the wizarding world. i love that this is the context in which they’re allowed to confront the shittiness of PTSD, anxiety, depression etc. as they come together and fall apart against each other’s traumas. it makes the ending feel earned af. “Baby, we’ve been easing into it for a decade.” -- my god this line

Away Childish Things by @letteredlettered - 153k - T this fic is devastating. like, completely forget whatever reticence you might have towards a de-aging fic and read this. the de-aging premise allows the author to cut through the ways harry and draco hold each other at a distance and you end up with these stunning moments of clarity where they’re truly seeing each other for the first time. and suddenly everything makes sense. i won't spoil it here but there’s a scene towards the end where harry is talking to hermione and ron about realizing the first time he felt what its like to be loved and I fucking SOBBED. an all-time fave fic about learning how to belong.

Had To Be You by @lettersbyelise - 59k - E a genuinely excellent slow burn about absolute fucking morons who refuse to express their mutual love over the course of literal years?? HOW MANY TENDER MEET-CUTES DO 2 GAY IDIOTS EVEN NEED. a car ride a bookshop a street corner -- when harry met sally is my enemy. but you know what? this fic is masterfully written, it’s an epic tale of unexpected friendships and the inability to say the things we feel. also its very much also a soft boi fic if not for the Major Fuck Up that pushes it into drama territory for me. so worth the turmoil tbh.

Hurricane by phrynne - 120k - E auror partners terrified of love. it’s a fic about walls - where the emotional landscape of this fic is occluded by dishonest words so you feel the tension play out in hollow voices, shuttered looks, emptied eyes. it’s like watching two ppl get flayed alive in slow motion and everything is SHIT for a little. it’s mean, it’s ugly, it doesn’t let you give the characters an out when they’re being cruel - to each other and to themselves. but harry and draco are two violent forces hurling toward each other’s walls and the inevitable reckoning comes and it’s so very worth the ending. the hospital bed scene to rule all hospital bed scenes.

Returning Tides by @zigster-ao3 - E “Is my timing that flawed? Our respect run so dry? Yet there's still this appeal That we've kept through our lives” --those fuCKing ian curtis lyrics in the summary!! p a i n. why do i put myself through getting-back-together fics knowing full well i’m gonna be Sad As Hell during the not-together portion of the story?? we are all unfortunately hoes for heartache. anyway this fic is beautiful. draco’s a dad and recently widowed, harry has a thestral reserve, the settings here are stunning. a story about grief and love that lingers.

A Piercing Comfort by @talithan - 44k - T “There is no objective scorecard. There isn’t anything that a person does that tips the balance from ‘deserving’ to ‘undeserving’, or vice versa. A ‘deserving’ person will not run out of worthiness after a set time of happiness and have to then go about working to deserve it again. And an ‘undeserving’ person does not have to suffer at length before having the opportunity to be ‘deserving’.” -- the heart of this fic. harry’s in therapy, facing depression, and learning how to accept love he doesn’t think he deserves. (also draco is harry’s therapist but yes, that power dynamic is handled ethically-well imo and addressed in the author notes I promise!!).

Borrowing Courage by @xx-thedarklord-xx - 70k - E |After years of being a Magical Artist and painting for other people, Draco decides it’s time to paint for himself for once. The secrets pile up as he tries to unravel the mystery of his relatives but the only thing he didn’t count on was having to go to Potter of all people for approval.| --god i love this fic. the thing about drarry here is that they never mean to hurt each other but they do. they do and draco’s trying to do the right thing and he wants so badly for good family but harry’s never rly stopped grieving sirius and it’s this whole unintended mess of festering wounds forced to heal. everyone needs a hug. also ron/blaise pairing and ron+draco’s friendship here is everything!!

Reparations and the sequel, Foundations by Saras_Girl - 320k - E | Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.| -- incredible. harry and draco’s dynamic as healers, the cast of original characters, the boys learning what it means to trust each other, draco building a rehabilitation center, harry falling in love with him, and “meus fabula est mei ut dico: my story is mine to tell.” i cry

The Ties that Bind by phoenix_writing (not on ao3) - 61k - T | Upon Andromeda’s death, Harry and Draco are given custody of Teddy. Their lives will never be the same.| -- harry’s got major abandonment issues and he’s just trying to be a good co-parent with draco but everyone is being the woRST and you want to murder them on behalf of harry. but then, the boys learn to listen to each other and god it all becomes so tender. also harry has a gay panic. things are awful but it all works out. -

[part 1: thrillers | part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois | part 4: wankbanks]

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fic rec #drarry dramas #im so sorry if this got long but also #I have too many Thoughts #all I do is cry over two sad gays #its pain o'clock sweeties #time to Sob about the mortifying ordeal of being Known

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im-not-shouting-im-projecting · 4 years

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Some Seamster!Quinn Cooper HCs

I didnt intend for this to be this long, but my seamstress heart was inspired. I got kind of carried away, and had to refocus, so I'm going to do another post soon with some advice and anecdotes for wrighting costumers.

For the last couple of months I have been absolutely Obsessed with @poindextears 's Crickets, her SMH post-Waffle Frog OCs, and I have had a lot of headcannons about Quinn Cooper: a theatre kid extrordanare and Hoh icon who talks like he's from 50s and is the boyfreind of Nando (Cricket dman) as we have quite a bit in common. All of Mel's fics are amazing, and I would highly recommend! Give them a read on tumblr or AO3

I know Mel has said that Quinn's favorite place is Joanne's, which is completely understandable for someone who doesn't live near actual textile markets... but Joanne's (and similar chain craft/fiberarts supply stores) suck.

Like first of all, on a monetary level... I'm going to start with the assumption that high school Quinn didn't have a large project budget (reasoning: 1. his family is already tight with money, 2. I can't imagine his not-particularly-supportive guardians gave him lots of spending money (esp with theatre fees and materials) 3. I can't imagine he brought in tons of money on the side with a theatre schedule + grades good enough to go to med school + time with his old lady freind + time for sewing)

With that being said: Fabric is expensive. Way more expensive than people expect. Especially if you don't have expensive machinery (like overlock machines) that make cheap synthetic fabrics usable. Also I like to imagine Quinn is in the "fabrics made of plastic are itchy and bad for the enviornment" club like me.

All that is to say: Joanne's is absolutely the worst place that isn't actively upscale to buy fabric (or materials) on a budget.

- The shop's target demographic is stay-at-home white suburban moms who have the time to clip coupons, buy materials on a "when it's on sale" basis as opposed to a "my sister didn't notice the four seperate places I marked my shears 'fabric only' so now I physically cannot continue this project without buying new extra-sharp fabric scissors'" basis, and importantly: can stop by the store every day for a month because discounted items change on a day to day basis, all of which is not particularly conducive to someone a high school kids on a budget.

- Even with all the discounts in existance, the fabrics there are still super expensive and especially for the often lackluster quality (like... they are fine but if I'm paying literally $40/y for enough faux fur to make a big enough "mane" to cover the gap between the cowardly lion's padding and the actor's neck, we shouldnt have to sweep the fur bits off the stage at intermission)

- Additionally if you need a lot of fabric, say enough 7ft squares of heavy mustard yellow fabric for 30 lioness cape/pants? You might just need to run 4 seperate Joanne's out of two different fabrics that were close enough to each other to work

If you are putting in the time and effort to make something complicated,

- Also, and this is probably the most obvious: there just aren't that many options. If you want anything other than a cotton or fleece, than you better hope the single shade they have in the right color works

So I have established: Joanne's = Bad

So how does Quinn factor into all this?

Well first of all I would like to imagine that at some point Quinn helped out in SMH costuming, where they teach him the magic of using something that already exists. Samwell being as liberal as it is, I would like to think that the costuming people are aware of how awful the current state of fabric waste is, and, how his sewing skills are so much better used altering things at thrift shops beginning his journey twords my completeley basess headcannon that he one day adopts some vintage looks

While I think he would be down to adopt some of these practices in his costuming (a la my personal anectode below), I have a feeling that Quinn is one of those people who just likes to make things from scratch. (reasoning: 1 his general personality, but far more importantly, 2 THIS BOY WANTED TO MAKE EVAN HANSEN'S POLO BY HAND, WHY??? WHAT IS THE PURPOSE??? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TIME THAT TAKES???????? YOU ARE WILLING TO SPEND UPWORDS OF TEN HOURS OF YOUR LIFE ON A MODERN STYLE SHIRT THATS GOING TO BE SEEN 4 TIMES???)

I get it, especially for historical reconstructions, there are people who genuinely love sewing by hand, I love Bernadette Banner as much as the next seamstress, but I honestly don't know how they do it.

I like to think that Quinn would be wandering around some thrift store and out of the corner of his eye notice some curtains and have a vision of frolicking through a meadow like Julie Andrews in cloths made out of a curtain... metaphorically. But he def gets "Do a Dear" stuck in his head every time he wears it

Of course the SMH Costuming crew introduce him to some better places to at least get draping and mock up fabrics, but I think they would also introduce him to an actual fabric store.

Samwell is close enough to Boston that I'm sure there's an actual fabric warehouse within driving distance, so when Quinn can't find a suitable material at his beloved Joanne's, and is understandably skeptical about ordering fabric online, Ford is just like dude, go to the fabric warehouse, so he gives it a try.

Ok his fist thought when he gets there is omg everything is so big. Ok, that's his second thought, his first thought is ugh this smells like the SMH locker room, bc a giant block of concrete with no internal climate control in the New England humidity stuffed to the brim with moisture-holding fabric is def gonna make some kind of funk.

But after that like...

Ok, on the left is your average Joanne's while on the right is your average fabric warehouse

I can totally imagine him physically getting lost. He is tiny, and those places are total mazes, absolutely ginormus, they are all stacked literally 8 feet tall, and all the rows look the same.

Fabric in warehouses is stored for maximum capacity as opposed to places like Joanne's where it is purposely stored in ways that display the whole selection at once. Additionally, while hobbyist bolts face out as much as possible so you can see it at a glance, professional grade bolts face in for protection

...If it's on the shelves at all, the hallmark of a textile warehouse is just dozens of bolts leaning haphazardly in precarious places

This tiny boy is just absolutely surrounded by rows upon rows of fabric, stored in ways that are absolutely not conducive to being looked at easily, and is incredibly frusturated bc Aggghhh I can't look at any of this without moving all of it around, and I can't reach any of it!!!

BUT!

Guess what he has?

Nando to the rescue!

Quinn's big strong dman boyfriend is more than willing to move around and carry the bolts for him and when need be he'll just straight up plop Quinn on his shoulders so he can see the stuff at the top :)

Ok, that's the gist of what I had to say, some other little seamster!Quinn hcs:

his old lady friend taught him the absolute basics, and his wedding gift from her is her 70 year old sewing machine that he first learned to sew on and he treasures that thing FOREVER

bc of his apparent love of hand sewing he is one of those people that swears by genuine leather thimbles, idk why it just feels like him

whenever people compliment his outfit he is just casually like "Oh thanks, I made it" (bc non sewers are always astounded by that and we get to gloat) because I said so

he makes Nando cute crop tops

#quinn cooper #the crickets #Poindexters #alannah talks about sewing #oh look i said something #sewing #costuming #quindo

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miheirie · 5 years

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hi!

I think I wrote this whole thing for you guys a couple....hundred times now. It’s long but it is extremely important to me, and I have been dwindling around this whole thing for quite some time. Two people might read it or two hundred, it doesn’t matter.

I needed to say somethings just for the sake of my friends on here who message me every now and then but I’m also doing this for the sake of my wellbeing. I hope you stick around to read the whole thing, and I hope you can continue to stick around me as well, love u guys.

Warnings: There will be mentions of depression as well as suicidal themes. I put asteriks (*) to mark the sections where I do mention these themes. Please, if these warnings apply to you, be cautious of the asteriks (*), or scroll through. If you do feel the way I did, know that 1) you are not alone and 2) there is help and good in the world. Also this wasn’t edited very well, bc I was a nervous bean who didn’t want to reread.

Another warning I have is that this whole shenangian biggie majiggie is pretty long, so TLDR (too long dont/didnt read): I did not love myself, but now I do. That being said, here we go!

I started this tumblr on Halloween of 2018 with the intentions of just reblogging stuff about the one and only Harold Styeel (hehe). That was it, no writing no messaging other people, nothing. That obviously didn’t last long because I met people.

I read imagines and fics and stories and sequels, all so beautifully written it would make my heart throb. And these stories or posts wouldn’t make my heart throb because Harry was in them but because I fell in love with the writers. I fell in love with how passionate they were in writing every single series, how much time it took for them to write 1,000+ words, and to edit them and post headers and etc. I fell in love with the way Harry was written not as a pop idol, but as a human man, with different lives, whether it was Boxer Harry or Librarian Harry, or whatever occupation they wanted him in. And no longer for me was it about him, it was about the story (ok, fine sometimes it was about him...).

So I did what everyone did, I decided to write. I posted my own drabbles of Harry. I ventured off into a world that had the worst stigma of being crazy, psychotic, obsessive and weird. And I did it anyway because I felt safe, and loved and respected, because you guys did that. I still get messages or anons once in a while, where someone just wanted to pop in to tell me they loved chapter 3, or how I should fix a certain part and being in that world, helped me with everything. I was happy, I was in love. I met people who showed me the world. I met my best friend! What more could anyone ask for?

*WARNING*

But soon it wasn’t about the story anymore, nor was it about the people. I fell into a weird spiraling hole. I was ashamed and disappointed and mad and upset about myself. I soon hated everything I wrote, every single thing. It didn’t matter how many notes I got or how many messages, I loathed posting each and every single story.

This hatred wasn’t just confined in the world of miheirie, it invaded my life. I hated what I looked like, how I felt, how I dressed, hell, I started hating how I laughed. I think the worst thing was, was that throughout this whole mist of hatred, I felt stupid. I wasn’t comparing myself to anyone, I was just comparing myself against myself (i know it doesn’t make sense, my brain got jumbled here).

I would blame myself for the smallest things. Its your fault no one likes you, its your fault she doesn’t want to talk to you, its your fault they left, its your fault for being here.

And I knew I felt this way before, it was when I was suicidal a few months prior to the year of 2018. I hated, hated hated hated, myself. I would wish for my own silence and sometimes, it almost worked.

This isn’t a story about how I get better and how I am super happy now. This is how I tried. I tried so freaking hard to live for myself. And I need you (if you read up to this point message me drink water dum dum), each and every single on of you to know, that if you ever feel this way to do the same. To live for you, to live for the smallest things that ignites sparks within your body. For me it was cleaning and journaling and painting little stars on my nails. I would sometimes fall into that whole, and some days I stayed in that hole for hours, days, but the mantra I needed was to live for me.

I started by removing toxic people from my phone, then to removing the things I always hated about my room (stupid closet door), then it came to organizing my goals, what did i want to accomplish my tonight? Was it to drink more water, or was it to orgabnize my backpack? I started extremely small, then as months passed, I went bigger.

I deleted every single story from my blog. I know, it was hard for me. I cried, so so so so much. But it wasn’t all sad. Those stories for me were kind of torture, I only liked a few, but even then, I wasn’t happy. I felt like i was regurgitating ideas, and when I reread to proofread, I would gag. (I am so dramatic wth). So I deleted them, if enough of guys want to read them, I DO have them saved, and I can create a little something for you guys can see.

I didn’t write nearly everything I was feeling, but I wrote enough. I was unhappy with my life, it felt like everything was wrong. I needed time from myself for myself to heal because I was just a huge mess. And within this hiatus, I discovered quite a few things;

I really don’t like celery.

I love going to therapy, that shit is amazing.

I’m pansexual.

I like YOGA!

Banana creme pie is orgasmic.

Holy shit, did I really just say that? Online? That I...... like YOGA?!?! hAAHA, no but really, I am pansexual. Me discovering that is a whole other long ass post (interest? tell me!), but I feel like taking a break not only from tumblr, but from being online and from people outside my doors, was needed.

That being said, I feel good? Yes, I do. I feel amazing, I’m basking in the sun and I feel so freaking good. Do I not feel good sometimes? Hell yea. Do I fall into depressive holes every now and then? All the time. But do I start again, no matter how long it took for me to start? All the time.

I love you guys, I love this blog, I love everything about this community. I would feel unreal if you guys would have me again. Thank you being here, thank you for reading, even if it was a glimpse, and thank you for being you to inspire me, to be happy.

<3 miheirie

#Harry Styles #mental health #haha #my tags are so stupid #idk what to tag #ummmm #im back!#MESSAGE ME bloop #and ill love u #even more #thank you!

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askullandbones · 7 years

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Hi, thx so much... ugh, where do I start? I hope this doesnt seem too open or anything. Basically, Ive been having some problems with my best friend. Were both in 2nd-year uni and we go to school in diff cities. Weve been close since we started high school. And I love her, and shes usually my goto person to talk to or shoulder to cry on. But the thing is, shes much more social and Im not. She was my only friend in high school and while shes still closest with me she had others. (1/?)

Now in uni she still has tons of friends and I haven't really been able to make any. We havent rlly drifted apart but our convos are mostly limited to FB texts. Shes now rooming with another friend & I just have this crippling fear of being replaced. Bc it would be so much easier for her. And sometimes she does things that are sort of weird. I feel like im always shifting plans to suit her needs. She doesnt respond to half of what I text her. (2/3) (3 is the limit I promise, so sorry!)

Ive also begun a big Undertale fic and Im super excited about it, but even tho I've started posting it she doesnt seem to want to read it, she said she might someitme "if she has time" & "if shes bored." Which hurts. I tried to talk to her abt all this stuff last year, but she seems to have... forgotten. & I feel so bad & dont know how to deal with it, much as i ❤ her i dont always like the way she treats me. Its so hard to tell the line b/w actual worry and bein whiny. (3/4 sorry!!!!)

I know she has her own stuff going on and I try to be there for her but its so hard. Parts of me have stopped caring about her stuff as much as I should which I KNOW is awful of me as a friend, like when she told me the girl she loved didnt love her back, stuff like that, and I just dont know what to do. My loneliness has gone into hyperdrive basically, and its very confusing. Am I just being self pitying? Any advice would mean so so much to me. (4/4 I am SO SORRY for spamming you with this)

Wow this got long. Gonna put it under a cut.

Hey. Hey? First, deep breath. This might seem like the end of the world, but it isn’t. Trust me.

When you reach this point in your life your whole social dynamic is going to shift into what I’ll call ‘adult friends’. When you went to school it was super easy to make friends (or easier than it is now), because you were put in a small group of people your age and you were basically forced to interact. You might still have some of that in college, but it’s much less forced. The things that held you together with your peers isn’t really guaranteed as much to be there anymore.

First thing you need to tell yourself is that friends typically don’t get ‘replaced’ when you’re older. At least, not if you’ve stopped acting like a kid. Most of the time the friends you had in highschool are just gonna... drift apart. It happens all the time and it’s natural.

And while I can’t relate, I know a lot of people just have a large circle of friends they talk to about various things. Each friend has a different appeal. It’s not so much ‘replacing’ as it is ‘adding’.

Now I won’t speak for your friend, but from what you do mention about her not being flexible and not responding to texts, it could be a whole host of things. Maybe her schedule is just super rigid. Maybe she just forgets to respond to your texts, especially if she’s got about five different other people she’s talking to. Maybe she has nothing to say. Unfortunately these are things you’re probably going to have to talk to her about if they’re bothering you. Friendships thrive on communication.

As for her not getting into your fic... it might hurt? But try not to let it bother you.

When I was getting into Undertale and back on the writing bus I did the same thing with a friend of mine. While she’s always been supportive, she never really wanted to read it even if I asked what she thought, and after awhile I realized it just wasn’t something I could really engage with her back and forth with. She just didn’t know what to ask, didn’t really want to read a subject she knew very little about.

It hurt a little at first, but then I just realized she didn’t have the same interest in it as I did. I just sorta pushed it to the side when it came to talking to her even though it was such a big thing in my life. Instead of saying “I’m working on this Undertale fic omg you wouldn’t believe what--” I’d change how I worded what I wanted to say to be a little less restrictive. Instead I would say “I’m working on some writing and these characters are being--”

See the difference? The second is much more inclusive to someone who has no idea what the fuck Undertale is. They can still engage. I can’t force her to enjoy something I do just like she can’t force me to enjoy something she does.

And no, you are not being self-pitying. You’re worried about a friendship you cherish. You’re worried about how your friend treats you. You’re worried that things are coming between the two of you. You care enough about this friend that you don’t want to lose them, but that also means you’re going to have to work on it. You’re gonna have some awkward, intense moments coming up even if they’re scary.

You gotta be brave.

What you need to do is think. Think about your friendship. You mentioned that you think she treats you bad sometimes. Make a list of the things she does that make you feel bad. Can’t come up with an answer as to why she might do these things? Ask her. Bring it up. It’s scary, but if she values your friendship she’ll listen and you two can work things out.

But friendship is a two-way street. There are ways you can improve too. Find interests you share. Try not to feel bad when she doesn’t like the same things anymore, you’re both starting to grow up and get different interests.

Set boundaries and stick to them. You say you’re always shifting your plans and not the other way around. Stop. Put your foot down. Say no, you can’t shift these around. Don’t bend to her whims all the time. Set a hard line. She will work with you and bend her own plans too if your friendship is valued.

Most importantly though, as scary as it is, don’t be afraid that you two might just be drifting apart. A lot of friendships end after highschool and most of them aren’t because of fights. They’re just... from drifting apart. It might seem like you won’t find more friends, but you will.

I’ve been friends with the same girl since I was a teenager. She lives in Canada. I love her so, so much. When I got a divorce and she started college again we kinda just... didn’t talk much. We used to talk every single day but we didn’t anymore and that bothered the fuck out of me. I thought we were drifting apart, and in a way we kinda have.

She has a boyfriend she plays games with a lot, games that I don’t enjoy. I like to roleplay and write and play games that she doesn’t enjoy. She’s busy as fuck and I’m absolutely incompetent at conversations half the time. We don’t have all the same interests anymore and sometimes we go a full week without saying a word to each other, and we both realize things have changed a bit, but it hasn’t changed how we feel about one another. We still love each other a lot.

College is when you’re going to start to realize that, maybe, a lot of your friends you make are gonna be online. Chatrooms. Games. Writing. Roleplaying. They’re gonna scatter the globe. I have friends from Canada to the states to Indonesia and Germany. I visit the friends within an hour of me maybe... once or twice a month. That’s fine with me. It doesn’t bother me much. I talk to one friend I had in highschool maybe... once every... three months? I don’t hate them, I just don’t have much in common with them anymore. It happens.

But I should wrap this up.

Breathe. Take a nice, deep breathe. This isn’t the end of the world even if it’s scary and you wish you didn’t have to deal with it. You’ll survive even if the outcome is the worst thing you can imagine.

Friendships change over time.

Communicate your feelings.

Evaluate your own role in the relationship and if you need to make some changes too.

Set hard boundaries.

If you need more advice, I’m here.

#life advice #relationships #anonymous #skull answers

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fangirlandiknowit101 · 7 years

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Story starter meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 15 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

I was tagged by @definitelynotaminion

(I guess the 15 last means in update order...)

Some nsfw!! You can find all the fics on my ao3.

1. Lessons in love (viktuuri)

“Yuuri Katsuki?”

Yuuri’s mind blanks out. He’s in a small park behind a skating rink larger than any he’s ever visited, wondering how he ended up there in the first place.

And now, a foreigner is approaching him.

Maybe if he closes his eyes and pretends he’s a statue, the man will ignore him.

“You are the figure skater Yuuri Katsuki, right?”

The man smiles at him when Yuuri peeks through his lashes, tall and pale and oh god, he’s gorgeous.

2. Miliy (viktuuri)

Viktor has never done anything illegal before, and maybe he still isn’t, but surely – surely – paying people to get off on camera has to fall within some sort of immoral don’t-let-the-press-know category on Yakov’s list of Reasons I'm Balding.

And yet he can’t stop.

Gnawing furiously on his lower lip his fingertips hover over the touchpad on his laptop, the transfer of a not insignificant sum of money just a click away. When his eyes flicker to the screen – to the man currently licking cum off his fingers, eyes a hooded dark brown that Viktor tries and fails not to drown in every time – the decision is easy.

3. Sugar star (oisuga)

At 6 am sharp, Tooru’s eyes flew open as he threw himself towards his phone. He thought it might be a new record in reaching it, but then again he was already awake and merely biding his time until the device would yell It’s a trap! to signal the day’s first incoming text.

It was from Iwaizumi, of course, and he couldn’t help the silly little smile that graced his lips as he opened it to read.

Or well, he would have read it if it wasn’t just a picture of a wrinkly bulldog. Before he could think of an appropriately annoyed reply, another text followed the first.

Welcome to the 40’s club. Maybe now you can get a discount on your anti wrinkle cream.

He pressed the call button.

“You’re awful,” was the first thing he said (more like whined), flopping onto his back again to stare at the painted night sky on his ceiling. “And I don’t use anti wrinkle cream!”

4. The sun within me (sasnar)

”Hey Sasuke!”

It took Sasuke a second to realize that the person yelling at him was, in fact, not an intruder but rather Naruto, though by that point the knife was already securely embedded in his kitchen wall. Great, another dent to add to the already present four.

“Really Sasuke, you should be used to this by now! You need to relax a bit.”

Turning his head towards the noise he watched the other ninja slump down into one of his kitchen chairs, one arm on the table and the other loosely hanging off the back of the chair. Of course, that stupid grin was spread over the tan face, stretching out the whisker marks.

5. I see the universe in your eyes (viktuuri)

Well, Viktor thinks, this isn’t very good.

He’s got one hand covering his mouth and nose against the heat billowing around him, eyeing the unstable steel construction he’s standing on warily. It could give out any minute, really, but at least he has minutes.

There’s a high-pitched screech somewhere in the distance, like metal grinding against metal, and he nervously wipes sweat off his brow. To say he hadn’t planned on ending up here is an understatement. It was supposed to be a routine mission, one of the boring ones, a simple pick-up-some-valuable-cargo in one of the outer systems. Nothing like the missions that had made him famous, had given him a reputation.

I know I always thought I’d prefer going out with a bang, but this is a little early.

The rest is under the cut bc this post is too damn long haha...

6. Prosecute my heart (sasnar)

Sasuke liked to think that he was neutral about Halloween. Actually, scratch that. He liked to not think about Halloween at all, but right now he found it very difficult to keep his brain free of the (fake) holiday considering his work desk was completely covered in all things Halloween.

It was Monday.

A Monday that so happened to be October 31st, and had he expected this he would have called in sick for sure.

7. Wasn’t expecting that (sasnar)

Sasuke isn’t quite sure what to make of his new classmates yet. They seem like your regular, run-of-the-mill people, with varying degrees of awkward. He probably feels more awkward than most.

Though, it’s not nearly as awkward as he used to feel, and now his awkward is more related to being able to act however he wants to without getting shit for it. He isn’t used to it yet, but it doesn’t worry him, because everything is right and the worst part is over, anyway. Still, during the first week he accidentally went inside the girls’ changing rooms before gym class. He’d been stressed, and too used to associating school with things like having to be a girl, and he’d had one of those annoying and pointless arguments with his parents as they dropped him off. He hadn’t been thinking, which was funny because thinking feels like the only thing he’s been doing the past years.

8. tomorrow, today (kagesuga)

Suga breathes in the excitement in the air, leaning against the railing up on the spectator’s level. Two seats are already secured right behind him, and he taps his fingers against the cool metal in quick little twitches.

“It should only be a minute or so,” Daichi says by his side, amusement evident in his voice as he leans on his forearms to peer down at the court.

“I just want to make sure they see us before they start,” Suga defends his anxiousness with, worrying his lip between teeth as his tapping continues.

“They already know,” Daichi mumbles, voice low as if he knows it won’t do a thing to Suga’s state of mind.

9. Head over heels (sasnar)

Sasuke isn’t lonely. He isn’t. He’s got plenty of things demanding his attention, therefore he doesn’t have time to be lonely. Maybe it’s the apartment, he thinks, as he makes his way down the busy street after successfully having completed his various errands. It had only been two months since he moved in after all, it would take some time to get used to the additional space.

10. The sun within me - extras (sasnar)

There was a thud followed by a gasp as Sasuke’s hands slammed against the glass wall of the shower. His head was bent, water streaming down the dark bangs plastered to his flushed face, lips tingling and sore from the bruising kiss Naruto had just given him. Tan hands caressed down his back, palms pressing into his muscles.

“Sasuke…”

11. Secret Santa for SNS xmas 2015 (sasnar)

“Saaasukeeeee.”

Heaving a sigh, Sasuke dropped the dishes back into the sink and dried his hands, sparing a look at the clock in the kitchen. Naruto had slept for all of one hour and twenty minutes. A baby would be easier to take care of.

“Saaaaaaaasukeeeeeeeee.”

12. The sweetest gift is you (sasnar)

Why, oh why did absolutely everyone in Konoha decide that this evening in particular was perfect for braving the cold and leaving their homes to go shopping for Christmas… Couldn’t they see Naruto was in a hurry, dammit! Pushing and shoving he made his slow way through the mass of people littering the streets, a figurative clock inside his head counting down the seconds he was now late by, hoping Sasuke was somehow feeling the Christmas spirit and wouldn’t be too annoyed with his tardiness.

13. Pumpkin surprise (sasnar)

Oh god, this party was boring. He’d only been here for thirty minutes, and he was already dying to go home. Not that he was usually much of a party person, but he’d arrived a while after it started when everyone was already drunk, and Sasuke simply did not drink, which made everything five times as boring.

Why was he even here… oh, right. Because Karin dragged him, literally dragged him after handcuffing him to herself, declaring that she would never forgive herself for leaving her good friend all alone on Halloween. The fact that Sasuke didn’t like Halloween and also would never forgive her for dragging him seemed unimportant, apparently.

14. You and Me (and Him) (sasnar)

Sasuke is rushing, pushing himself forwards with chakra bursting from the soles of his feet to the rhythm of his frantically beating heart. It’s happening again rings through his ears as he careens through the village, sight set on the Hokage tower. Of all the times to leave the village…

He’s only been gone for a couple of hours, but the pang of regret still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He shouldn’t have. He should have brought him with him. If only he could have.

The few people milling about the entrance of the tower give way to him, eyes widening at the look on his face. Shizune is there to take him far below ground level, leads him to one of the all too familiar special, reinforced cellars. He can feel the heat long before they reach it, the pressure in the damp air causing the hairs at the nape of his neck to rise.

He knows this pressure. It’s bad this time.

15. Naruto and Sasuke (sasnar)

Somehow, our names always seem to be associated with each other. But I guess it can’t be helped, living in a small town like this. There are only so many people you can be friends with, and only so many you can dislike without becoming lonely. That’s why I’ve spent my life trying to become friends with everyone I can, and I have to say I’ve succeeded pretty damn well besides that one exception.

Uchiha Sasuke.

If I were to describe him, I’d say he’s a jerk who seems to enjoy making my life miserable, and wherever I go he always shows up.

If I were to try and describe our relationship though…

I know it says to tag my fav authors but i like a bazillion writers so i’m just tagging a few of you that i follow on tumblr bc i’m lazy so pls don’t think you’re not my fav if you’re not tagged (actually pls do the meme anyway if you want!!)

I tag: @kiaronna @uchihanochidori @teekettle @byebyeholocene @nihonlove

This was a lot of fun~ As for any patterns... well, it’s pretty obvious I like to start right away with some action, and leave descriptions for some other time. I kinda really hate descriptions lol. Also I tend to write while amused so, that probably shines through? I need my fics to be fun or action or both haha!

#i used to write so many fics with holiday themes??#and somehow i think my fics are less similar to each other than i thought lmao #but when i read them through the feeling i get is the same #in writing style i mean #reading my own fics is so comfy!

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everywon-woo · 7 years

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SOMETIMES PLANES CRASH - chapter 2

A/N: Thank you for reading this fic and for the lovely reactions to the last chapter! it really means a lot and it motivates me to keep writing. I decided to divide this fic into 3 chapters, so there will be one more chapter after this. I have so many ideas for sequels and sidefics, but those might take a while bc I’m a horribly slow writer. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

When Jack woke up the next morning and stretched his arms to reach for Bitty and pull him close to his – still very naked – body, he was met with warm but empty sheets. Normally, this wouldn’t concern him – Bitty loved to cook breakfast on the rare occasion that they didn’t have to go anywhere in the morning – but considering the events of the evening before, Jack couldn’t help but worry, so he quickly threw on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers before making his way out of the bedroom.

Apparently his worry hadn’t been unjustified, as Bitty was not cooking, but standing in front of his laptop, one hand covering his mouth. Jack could see him shaking on his legs from where he was standing.

Jack’s first instinct was to slam the laptop shut and drag Bitty back to bed to stay there for the rest of the day, but his plan fell apart as soon as he switched his attention from his boyfriend to the laptop screen. There, on the screen, was a copy of the picture Bitty posted on Instagram the day before – which was not the concerning part, they had expected this, and Jack couldn’t deny it was a nice picture – and an article of which Jack could only read the headline.

“Bits? What is this?” Jack asked. Bitty gasped and slammed the laptop shut. He wiped at his eyes quickly before he turned around and tried to do his best to smile believably.

“Gosh, honey, you almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Oh Bits,” Jack sighed and he took a few steps to wrap his arms around his boyfriend. “You have to deal with this because of me, so I’m not going to let you deal with it alone. We’re a team, remember?”

This seemed to be enough for Bitty to let his tears flow, dampening Jack’s t-shirt.

“I’m- I’m sorry, honey,” he sniffled, “it’s just, the stuff these articles say…”

He was now sobbing loudly into Jack’s chest, and Jack pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“Let me read them?” he asked when Bitty calmed down a bit.

Bitty nodded and untangled himself from Jack.

They settled down on the couch, pressed close together with the laptop on Jack’s lap.

‘College friend of Jack Zimmermann seeks fame?’

“Last night, in the aftermath of one of the greatest games of hockey every played by Jack Zimmermann, a video surfaced of the NHL star and another man – most likely one of his college line mates, Eric Bittle – being intimate after the game. Zimmermann is undeniably recognizable in the clip, but the identity of the other man would have remained a mystery if it wasn’t for a picture posted on the Instagram account of the abovementioned Eric Bittle, merely minutes after the original video was leaked.

The picture shows Zimmermann and Bittle in an incriminating position at the public skating rink in Providence. Bittle captioned the picture: “Jack Zimmermann sure knows how to have a first date”. Zimmermann seems unaware of the fact that his picture was being taken, and this raises a lot of questions. Did Zimmermann consent to this picture being posted? Did Bittle post it solely in search of fame?

If the latter was the case, he has definitely succeeded. The picture is being massively shared on social media: ‘The first gay NHL player’ is a story that doesn’t only concern the hockey world, and Bittle has managed to put himself right in the center of the attention, which wouldn’t have been the case if only the original video had been leaked.

Some are even doubting Zimmermann’s consent to the whole situation. They argue that a star like Zimmermann would know better than to be intimate with another man in the Falconer’s facility – as being discovered could potentially ruin his young career – and he might have not been consenting to the actions seen in the leaked video either, on top of the lack of confirmation of any consent to the posting of the Instagram picture.

Although it seems very likely that Zimmermann is a victim in this unfortunate situation, we can only speculate, as there has yet to be an official statement by either Zimmermann or Bittle, which we expect to come very soon.”

By the time Jack finished reading the article, Bitty was quietly sobbing again.

“Bits,” Bitty looked up to Jack with swollen eyes, “can you text me the pictures that girl took?”

“Uh… of course, honey.”

Bittle didn’t seem to understand where this way going, but sent Jack the photos anyway.

George had set up a verified twitter account for Jack last summer, and despite the popular belief, Jack did know how to use twitter, he just couldn’t be bothered to. Despite his complete absence from social media, he still had a few hundred thousand followers.

Jack decided that the time had come to put those to use, and he typed out a tweet while being stared at by a wide-eyed Bitty. He attached the picture of them kissing the previous night and sent out the tweet for the whole world.

Jack Zimmermann @OfficialJackZimmermann

My boyfriend (whom I love very much) posted last night’s picture with my full consent. Here’s another one pic.twitter.com/AEj5i6sD90

He knew he was probably making George’s job even harder, but he didn’t care. Jack could handle bad articles being written about himself. He was used to it, after all.

What he couldn’t handle was shit being said about Bitty, who wouldn’t have been in this situation if it wasn’t for Jack in the first place, and he would do everything in his power to prevent anyone from ever writing a bad word about Bitty again.

Meanwhile, a Bitty was still staring at Jack teary-eyed.

“Well, I did not expect that,” he declared.

“What? Bits, you didn’t think I’d just let them get away with saying stuff like this about you, did you?” Jack asked.

“No, but…” he paused for a moment, “Jack. You just called me your boyfriend and posted a picture of us kissing on your verified twitter account,” he stressed the word ‘verified’ to indicate that they were going to have a talk about that later, “which you apparently know how to use.”

“Yeah,” Jack smiled. Even though this whole situation was pretty much his fault, at that moment, he was pretty proud of himself.

“Jack,” Bitty emphasised, “you know how to use twitter.”

Of course Bitty would choose his unexpected knowledge of social media as the most important part of Jack’s public declaration of love.

“And you have a verified twitter account,” he continued.

Jack nodded, all the anger leaving his body at the sight of Bitty’s growing smile.

Bitty looked up at him in awe. “Gosh, my boyfriend is a celebrity.”

Jack laughed and intended to give him a quick peck on the lips, but apparently Bitty did not agree with that, as he wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck and pulled him down on the sofa with him. Jack did not complain.

The press conference the next day went surprisingly well. Jack was accompanied by not only Georgia, but also Marty and Thirdy, who had apparently begged George to let them join as soon as they heard about the press conference. The rest of the world probably thought about it as two players with A’s assisting the third one, but Jack knew they were there as his friends rather than his fellow alternate captains, which made him feel slightly better about the fact that Bitty was back at Samwell. No matter how much he needed him, Jack had insisted that Bitty’s education was more important than this stupid press conference.

If Jack called Ransom and Holster to keep an eye on Bitty and fight anyone who even looked at him the wrong way, Bitty didn’t need to know.

Despite Bitty’s absence, Jack managed to stay relatively calm during the press conference. He stated that he was bisexual – which would most likely be ignored by every major sports network – and made sure it was very clear that his relationship with Eric Bittle and any previous relationships – this part was mostly for Kent’s sake – were private and off-limit for the press.

He guaranteed that his sexuality had never affected his play and would never affect his play in the future, which made Marty and Thirdy laugh and Marty exclaimed: “I sure hope it hasn’t affected your play! Imagine if you had even more potential than you’re showing right now! The Falcs could just fire all of us and put only you on the ice, and you’d still win!”

Laughter went through the whole room, but when George leaned towards her microphone, everyone went silent, expecting her to say something serious.

“I think I need to remind you Jack is only a rookie, Marty. Maybe you should start looking for a job in case he hasn’t reached his full potential yet,” she joked.

Jack couldn’t have wished for a better team. Ever since he realized he was not straight, a press conference about his sexuality had been his worst nightmare. But here he was, surrounded by his friends, who had managed to make it seem like this was not a big deal.

Jack didn’t think he could be any more grateful, but when they walked of the stage, out of the press’ sight, after all of them answered a few more questions, he was immediately enveloped in a bone-crushing hug by Shitty.

“Shits, what are you doing here?”

“Lards told me you made Bitty go back to Samwell,” Shitty explained, “and I figured you might need some support.”

He then let Jack go, luckily, because a man needs to breathe every once in a while to stay alive.

“I see that my support is not needed, though,” he added, nodding towards Marty and Thirdy.

“Yeah,” Jack smiled, “they’re nice guys. They wear pants most of the time, though, so it’s not the same.”

“Brah, you just have to call and I’ll be at your door, without pants, within less than 2 hours, I promise,” this got Shitty a weird look from the people within hearing distance, “that’s what BFFs are for.”

“Haha, yeah. Thanks. When do you have to go back to Boston?” Jack asked.

“I don’t have to be back until tomorrow afternoon. But, as much as I’d love to have a good old BFF sleepover at your fancy apartment, we already have other plans.”

Jack raised his eyebrows. “We?”

“Yes, Jack. We,” Shitty nodded. “We are going to have lunch at your apartment – oh don’t act like you have no food, I bet Bitty leaves you more food than you can eat – and I happen to know that you don’t have to be back in Providence until tomorrow afternoon, so-”

“Wait, what?” Jack interrupted. “Shits, I have a game tomorrow. Morning skate isn’t optional.”

“Indeed, it isn’t optional,” Georgia’s voice sounded from behind Jack, and Jack wanted to start apologizing for ruining Shitty’s plans. “Morning skate is not an option for you, Jack. I don’t want to see you on the ice tomorrow morning. Go see your boy.”

Shitty’s face broke into a huge grin, and Jack couldn’t remember a time he had ever been so happy to not be allowed on the ice.

“So,” Shitty continued, “you don’t have to be back until tomorrow afternoon and I don’t have to be in Boston until tomorrow afternoon, which means we are going to visit or favourite significant others at our only true home, the most beautiful frat house on the Samwell campus, also known as the Haus.”

As he was already dragging Jack to the parking lot, Jack had to express his gratitude by shouting “Thanks!” at Marty, Thirdy, and George, who had joined the two men in a conversation that appeared to be funny, judging from their giggling.

The three of them turned around and waved at Jack enthusiastically, despite the fact that he was being dragged away by the man that had loudly promised Jack naked sleepovers less than 5 minutes ago.

“Bye Jack, have fun!” Georgia said, and Jack didn’t know if he should feel uncomfortable about the slight smirk that implied she was very aware of how much Jack was looking forward to being in Bitty’s bed for another night.

“Wait, Jack! Say hi to Bitty for me!” Marty shouted.

“Yeah, and thank him for that pie he made us!” Thirdy added.

Jack had the feeling his teammates liked Bitty more than they liked him, despite not knowing Bitty at all. He didn’t blame them. In the past few years he had learned that Bitty’s pies were a very reliable way to make people like him.

“Jack,” Shitty started while they ate lunch – lunch that had indeed been left behind by Bitty – at Jack’s apartment, “you know we’re all really proud of you, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” Jack said, “even though I don’t fully understand why. It’s not like coming out was some kind of brave move, I didn’t have a choice.”

Shitty put down his fork, meaning that it was time for a “Jack Zimmermann, you are a fucking beaut and I’m gonna keep lecturing you until you believe it”-speech.

“Dude, I was actually talking about progress and your life in general, but I want you to know that I wholeheartedly disagree with you there. Okay, that video leaking was not your fault, but the way you decided to handle it was entirely your choice. You could’ve denied it. I’ve seen the articles, you could’ve blamed it all on Bitty and the whole hockey world would’ve believed you.”

“I could never-”

“I know,” Shitty interrupted him, “but for that alone you should get more credit that you give yourself. Believe me, everyone is surprised – no offense – at how well you’re both handling this situation. Lardo was so worried about Bits when she heard the news, I’ve never seen her like that. But apparently her worries were kind of unnecessary. That boy sure is amazing. I’m sure Lards would be giving you the “If you hurt him, I’ll break your legs”-talk right now if she didn’t think you were already hiding a ring in one of your drawers.”

“Well,” Jack looked down at his food and blushed, “not in one of my drawers.”

Shitty choked on his own spit, managed to push over a glass of water and almost fell out of his chair.

“BRAH.”

“I mean, uh…” Jack stuttered, “I might have bought a ring after Bittle left yesterday?”

Shitty’s jaw was on the floor.

“But, I, uh… I- I’m not gonna propose or anything, I know it’s too soon and Bittle’s still in college-”

Before he knew it, Jack was on the floor with a slightly too enthusiastic Shitty on top of him. His chair was somewhere in the mix too, as Shitty had just tackled him in a hug without bothering to think about the uncomfortable position they would end up in.

“Brah,” Shitty repeated, softly and fondly this time, and Jack could feel him smile against his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Jack sighed happily, and he returned his best friend’s hug.

When they arrived at the house, Shitty couldn’t stop smiling at Bitty. Luckily, he kept his mouth shut, and when Bitty asked what was going on, Jack pretended he had no idea what caused Shitty’s mood.

“He’s probably just really missed your pies,” he said, hoping the mention of pies would make Bitty drop the subject. He wasn’t mistaken.

Chapter 3

#omgcheckplease #omgcp #zimbits #sometimes planes crash #fanfic #eric bittle #jack zimmermann

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