#i want to know what you think and how that made you feeeeeeeel!

[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 2

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: 1- haha syke (sort of lol)! 2-thats why i asked this question, now you know!

yes, thats the only notes you need lol! oh and FEEDBACK PLEASE! :) please tell me how you think their coffee “date” will go?? would mean a lot!

Chapter 2 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

"Honey! I'm home!" I yelled as I walked inside, closing the door behind me and throwing my purse on the couch.

"Kitchen, babe!"

I followed the voice with a small smile and leaned against the door frame as I watched him bend down to take something off the oven. I crossed my arms and stared at him, trying to suppress a chuckle. With a quick head movement, he pushed a lock of his hair out of his face and raised his eyebrows at me with a smirk. I moved closer to him, taking a few steps slowly as he put the cookies he had just not burned for once in a plate.

"You know your son is way too young for cookies, right?"

His eyes became smaller as he looked at me and it made me laugh even more.

"I made them for you, silly!"

"Louis, come on." I pointed out with a frown. "I just spent two hours tasting wedding cakes and you think i'm in the mood for cookies?"

With a grimace, he grabbed two cookies and put one in front of me before sitting next to me at the table. I made the cookie turn around as I stared at it, feeling suddenly a bit nervous. I wasn't really sure I wanted to have this discussion but I told Louis everything. I was surely not going to keep that kind of information from him.

"Okay my queen, talk to me, what happened?"

He slid his arm on the table until his hand reached mine. I let go of the cookie and gripped his fingers tight. His hand was warm, as it always was, but it took me a few seconds to look up in his eyes. When I did, my heart skipped a beat. He was clearly concerned and worried and I just shrugged a shoulder before looking down again.

"I saw Niall."

Suddenly, the grip of his fingers became tighter and I held my breath. Louis and I had been through so much together during the past year and I was scared this would somehow change the dynamic we had. I knew he kept talking with Niall from time to time but it was far from being the way it used to be between them. I never asked Louis to choose between us, and I never even made allusions to it for the simple reason that they were friends before we were and I knew he still considered Niall like a brother. Who was I anyway to decide who Louis could and couldn't hang out with?

That being said, Louis and I had worked on ourselves individually a lot. We both went to therapy, tried to follow our dreams, found love and learned to accept ourselves as full human beings. We didn't need love to be complete and we didn't need our soulmates either. Of course, it didn't feel so easy when Niall was close but if I wanted to be honest, I thought it would hurt a lot more to see him again.

"He was with his girlfriend?"

"No." I replied with a shrug before adding a 'thank god' in my head.

"How did that make you feel?"

I took a few seconds to think and finally looked up, my eyes meeting his as a small smile spread across my lips.

"It's... Niall, you know? I'll always feel something when he's around. That's what you said, right? Soulmates and all that?" He nodded slowly and I shrugged a shoulder. "I mean, I will love him forever but... he broke me, and I don't want to let him break me again."

Louis' face change and he sent me a sincere smile before nodding quickly this time. He squeezed my fingers and tapped my thigh a few times a bit too roughly.

"Ow!"

"That's my queen!"

He got up and kissed the top of my head, making me roll my eyes but chuckle. He walked to the fridge and took a beer out before opening it and throwing the cap in the sink. I stared again at the cookie on the table and swallowed, playing over and over the encounter I had with Niall in my head. He looked good and happy and I couldn't help but think that he never regretted his decision to break up with me. Of course, it took him a few months to get a new girlfriend but when he did, something inside of me died. I remembered exactly when I found out he was dating someone and it was probably the biggest slap in the face I had ever had. I cried for a week, wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. All I could think about was how his love for me, if it ever existed, was clearly not strong enough but even worse, he didn't even try to keep my friendship.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?"

I sighed and closed my eyes for a few seconds as I tried to get my heartbeats back to a normal pace. I couldn't hide anything to Louis, even if I wanted.

"Not so much him but what I meant for him."

Louis walked back next to me and crouched down, one of his knees on the floor and his hand on my thigh. He waited until our eyes met and he raised his eyebrows.

"We've been through that, remember?" Louis pointed out in a soft tone. "He was scared to be trapped and he let go of the most important person in his life. You were not the problem, Liv."

"He's with someone now." I just said, shaking me head, after letting out a long sigh. "And with her too I mean, he replaced me with her."

Louis nodded very slowly, pressing his lips together and making the left corner of my lips raise up.

"Yes, besides you, my friend Neil has very bad tastes in women."

It was not true at all but I appreciated the lie and I tilted my head to stare at Louis. I had moved back to my apartment after Niall broke up with me and Louis was the one who had picked my stuff at Niall's for me. We hung out together and he's the one who pushed me to write what I wanted to write. My father agreed to make a special section for my story on his site and within a few hours, there were more views than any other page of the site. I found someone to play the male character and I gave myself the role of the female one until I got the e-mail that literally changed my life.

Netflix. I barely believed it and I had to read the e-mail twice but it turned out to be real and after some negotiation, my tv show was about to be re-made with a bigger budget and real actors and this time, it was going to be seen by way more people. I didn't have to insist to keep playing in it, they quickly agreed to that term of the contract and it surprised me. Apparently, I was not so bad of an actress, who would have known? That's why I moved to L.A. with Louis : to live a dream I wasn't even aware I had before, when I was dating Niall. There are so many things I didn't know when I was with him, including who I was. Now, it was different.

"So." Louis continued, getting up to grab his beer again. "Did you girls go with Liam's request and pick chocolate?"

I raised my eyebrows in amusement and my lips parted a bit as we stared at each other.

"How do you know that?"

Louis' smile turned into a smirk. "He asked me and I said I wanted chocolate too! So I said he should harass Julie and he said I should harass you. So I had to challenge him, and he lost."

My face twisted and I frowned, suddenly a bit scared.

"What was the challenge?"

"Oh, darling, you don't want to know." his accent had turned thicker and his smirk bigger, making me shake my head. "Trust me."

"You're right, I don't want to know."

He laughed a bit and moved his chin in my direction as he leaned against the counter, his beer still in hand. He took the last sip and put it away before swallowing and licking his lips. I loved Louis. I really, really loved Louis.

"So? Chocolate?"

I grimaced and sent him an offended look as I shook my head again.

"It's like you don't even know me!"

"What did you pick then?"

I didn't have time to answer. My lips just parted a bit before we both heard the doorbell. I jumped on my feet and we both rushed to the living room to reach the front door.

"Me!" I yelled as I tried to be faster than him.

"Oh please, it's clearly for me!"

I laughed as he pushed my hips with his and even more when both our hands ended up on the knob, twisting it at the same time without opening the door. We laughed and when the door finally opened wide, my smile grew.

"So, who won this time?"

I forgot the game I had with Louis and barely even heard my boyfriend's question. I just tilted my head and bit my bottom lip. He looked pretty and the way he smiled always got to me. Louis let him walk in and he just opened his arms, bending down slightly to wrap them around my waist and pull me up. I laughed like a school girl and looked down at him, bringing my lips against his.

"Clearly, I won." I whispered only for him to hear, licking my lips before kissing him again.

He chuckled against my mouth and finally put me down but I kept him close and deepened the kiss. The fact that we were still acting like new lovers was nice and I hoped it would never stop.

After moving here, we were about to cast auditions for the other characters but I was mostly nervous about the male lead since I was going to do most scenes with him and even kiss him. I was allowed to have a say in who they would pick but before we could even start the auditions, I received a message on twitter. My account was not private anymore and was even verified, which was something I never thought would ever be possible. I was not the kind of person who liked attention but it was still important for me to remain on social medias, even if I wasn't online as much as other people.

Most of the messages I was tagged in were about Niall and I couldn't blame his fans who asked about me but it was surprising to see it even after so long. At first, the tweets about some of them being 'devastated' by our break-ups made me cry but now I just felt nostalgic of what I once had with him. One time, though, I got a notification that I was tagged in a post and when I clicked on it, I choked on my coffee. Dylan O'Brien. Dylan fucking O'Brien had tagged me and had added 'would love to play in your show!'

After a few days of chatting online, we had finally decided to talk on the phone and I realized he was the funniest and sweetest guy in the world. It's only really the very first time I met him that I realized I had it bad, though. He came to the audition but in my head, the part was already his, and when our eyes met, I felt it inside of me. It could have been just me being starstruck but when he had smiled at me, my heart had fluttered in a way it hadn't since... since Niall.

"You two get a fuckin' room." Louis let out, but I could hear amusement in his voice.

I turned to him and he sent me a smirk just as I showed him my middle finger.

"I live here too, remember?" I asked jokingly.

The plan when we moved here was to buy a house together, support each other and spend as much time as we could with each other. Did Louis and I ever had sex after that infamous night? Maybe, but quickly, we had both stopped needing it. Not because we weren't in pain anymore, but because we had other distractions and other things to focus on. I hadn't received my first check yet but it was coming and I knew it. I couldn't wait to give some of my money to Louis for the house but only as a rent. He was keeping the house to live in it with his girlfriend while I had planned to move with Dylan very soon. Everything was falling into place, and just as I thought my life was exactly the way it was supposed to be, I saw Niall again.

"Yea well you two lovebirds will have the house for yourself tonight." Louis explained, grabbing his wallet from the coffee table and looking for his keys. "I'll be gone all night."

"Say hello to Eleanor for me!"

Louis sent me a smirk and a wink before walking up to us and bending down to kiss my cheek.

"Will do." he promised in a low tone. "Goodnight queen."

A few months earlier, I had heard Louis cry himself to sleep at night. It was not something unusual, I knew it happened from time to time since his mother had passed away, but I remember leaning against the wall of his room for half an hour, listening to him cry and crying with him. If he had wanted me to be there with him, he would have asked, I knew it, that's why I didn't knock or tried to talk to him, but at the same time, it was hard to handle, and I couldn't pretend I knew him as much as Eleanor did. He was also crying for her, I was well aware of that, and on that night, I had messaged her. I didn't have to beg her to come over, she just did. She literally took a fucking plane to come here and comfort him. If that's not love then I have no idea what is.

"Goodnight, pet."

Louis raised his eyebrows and pointed his finger at me. "Don't call me that, ever, remember?"

I just shrugged and laughed, feeling Dylan's hand grab my fingers gently as he chuckled too. He suddenly turned to me and raised his eyebrows.

"Oh hey, you were trying out wedding cakes today, how did it go?"

"She didn't pick chocolate mate, don't even bother." Louis grimaced, making Dylan smile more.

"Of course she didn't, i'd say..." he turned to me and his eyes got smaller as he pondered. "She hesitated and almost picked raspberry but ended up choosing.. strawberry and cream."

My lips curled and I shook my head. "How do you know me so well?"

"O'Brien, I hate you." Louis just said, slapping gently my boyfriend's chest. "Thanks for making sound like a loser."

"You're welcome!" Dylan joked as I rolled my eyes at their interaction.

I waited as Louis typed something on his phone and he finally looked up at us and smiled before leaving. As soon as the door closed behind him, I received a text message and walked up to my purse to look at it.

'Tell him!!!!' Louis had typed with clearly too many exclamation points.

I just sent him a thumb up and when I went back, I felt my lips curl very slightly at the sight of the emoji Niall sent me. It was good seeing him, it felt amazing to be near him. It was so hard to realize that my best friend was not my best friend anymore, and although I knew that life is just like that sometimes, it still hurt. This year away from each other was needed, at least for me, to find myself, but I always thought Niall would remain in my life forever.

"So strawberries and cream uhm?" Dylan said to catch my attention. "I can live with that."

I threw my phone on the couch and sighed with a smile, turning his way. I grabbed the front of his shirt and finally looked up in his eyes, licking my lips as his hands reached my waist.

"Can you live with me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and making him chuckle low.

"Damn right I can."

He pulled me closer and kissed me, making my heart skip a beat. I had never compared Dylan to Niall but at that exact moment, I couldn't help myself. They were both smart, kind and funny, the main difference being that Dylan hadn't shattered my heart in pieces, at least not yet. The way they kissed was different too. Niall kissed me passionately, impatiently and deeply. Dylan kissed me gently, like I was something fragile, something important he didn't want to break, or simply because he wanted to take his time and feel every second of it. He kissed me like every kiss actually meant way more than we both thought.

I felt him deepen the kiss and my heart jumped again. I couldn't do anything with him before telling him about my day, and all I could see behind my eyelids was Louis' text message.

"Mm, I have something to tell you." I whispered against his lip, making him pull away immediately.

He stared at me for a few seconds, his eyes roaming on my face, and I suddenly felt extremely nervous. He was never the jealous type but I don't think anyone could enjoy their lover meeting again with their ex, especially knowing Niall and I's history.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing's wrong, no, don't worry." It wasn't a lie. I sent him a small smile and shrugged. "I just wanted you to know that... I saw Niall, today."

His eyebrows raised slightly but fell back down half a second later. He stared down at me, mostly trying to decipher how i felt about it instead to react to it, and it made something in my heart stir. He was perfect and I loved him, I really did.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked  gently after about a minute of silence. "How did it go?"

"It went... well." I admitted, nodding slowly and glancing down before looking up in his eyes. "He asked if we could meet again for a coffee but I didn't message him yet. I'm just not sure if I should go."

Dylan's lips curled slightly just as his eyebrows raised. "Not because of me, yea?"

I shrugged both shoulders, feeling suddenly embarrassed. One of the reasons why I was not sure was him, but an other part of me, a part I didn't want to show, was simply scared. I was scared that things wouldn't be like they used to be, I was scared that we wouldn't really get along, I was scared that the old me would resurface and I was scared... I was scared of the feelings I could have again if I spent time with him.

"You can go see him, Liv." he let out softly, bringing one of his hands to my face to caress my cheek with his fingertips. "Not that you were waiting for my approval or that you need it but, I know there's so many things you want to tell him and ask him and... it's normal. I can't even begin to understand the relationship you two had, all I know is... it was intense. There's some part of you that will always love him and I'm fine with that. Just... go. And you'll see."

Slowly, my lips curled as I stared at him. I brought my hand to his hair and slipped my fingers in it before sighing. I felt suddenly lighter and I was not sure why. Perhaps knowing that my boyfriend was fine with it helped.

I mouthed a 'thank you' and he smiled more, shaking his head.

"There's no reason to thank me." he just said, pulling me closer and kissing my lips. "I love you, Olivia."

I wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes, inhaling him before squeezing him tighter against me. It felt good and I felt safe but I finally pulled away and smiled.

"Okay so food and a movie?" he proposed, raising his eyebrows before I grimaced.

"Oh I wish, I mean food, but i'm gonna have to eat in front of my computer." I explained with a sigh, letting my head fall lightly on my shoulders. "I need to write and my mind is lazy these days."

"Why don't you inspire yourself of what we're going through right now?"

I stared at him and raised my eyebrows at the idea before Dylan just chuckled and winked at me. I knew that to write something good, it had to be close to something I was living, but playing it on screen was about to be a challenge if I did that.

"I'll make food you just... work."

I thanked him and grabbed my phone before sitting in front of my computer. I started typing a few ideas here and there but the truth was, I couldn't stop thinking about Niall. Dylan was right, there were many things I wanted to tell him, many things I wanted to ask. but at the same time, I was well aware that I wouldn't be able to let it out all at the same time. I also knew we had to be in a public place, if only to be sure I wouldn't end up yelling or in tears.

'Coffee tomorrow afternoon, are you free? 🤪’

I didn't want to let Niall make me emotional the way I used to be when we were dating, or even before. He always had so much power over me and I didn't want him to anymore. I didn't want anyone to have to much power over me.

'Always free for you 🥰’

The emoji he picked made my lips curl and I quickly texted him a time and place before putting my phone away. I stared at my work on the screen and sighed to myself. I didn't really want to add Niall to my story, I was too scared of how realistic it would become, since my real boyfriend was already playing my on-screen boyfriend, and I decided to push this idea away.

Dylan came back with a plate of pastas and it made me wonder how long I had spent in front of an almost empty document. He sat to face me and my eyes moved up to him.

"I'm stuck."

"Did you message Niall? Are you gonna see him soon?"

I felt my heart skip a beat at his question but he kept staring at me as he brought the fork to his mouth. The fact that it was super casual for him made me squirm a bit on my seat. Was that a good or a bad thing?

"Yea, tomorrow afternoon."

"Good." he nodded, pushing the plate my way. I sent him a smile and started eating too. "Maybe it'll inspire you."

His eyebrows raised and he chuckled when some sauce landed on my shirt and I quickly tried to wipe it off, making him laugh even more.

"Guess you're gonna have to take it off." he just pointed out.

I looked up at him only to see a smirk gracing his face and I chuckled too, tilting my head. I pushed my plate away and leaned closer to him, sending him an amused smile and keeping my voice low.

"Maybe you should take it off yourself."

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Out of Bounds (3)

Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU)

WC: 2.8k

Summary: Feeeeeeeelings and a beloved redhead shows up :)

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This is it, you thought to yourself as Bucky’s lips met yours. If I could do anything for the rest of my life, I would want it to be this.

That was in fact the last thought you had before your head went dizzy from the ecstasy you felt kissing Bucky. His soft, plump lips were pure Heaven, and you moved to grab the back of his head, fingers raking through his hair-

And before the kiss had even truly begun, Bucky stopped it, pulling away from you with wide eyes.

All of the blood drained from your body, horror replacing ecstasy from the rejection.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, trying to step away, “That was out of line. I misread the situation and even if I hadn’t I should have asked-”

“Doll- Y/n, no.” Bucky kept you close to him, keeping his hands around your face. “Please believe me when I say that I have wanted to do that for so fucking long.” He breathed out a laugh of elation, but you still felt the tears forming even with his confession.

“I don’t understand….”

He sighed, looking down for a moment to gather his thoughts before meeting your eyes again. “I’ve been in this world a while, and have gotten a certain amount of attention from other fans that I stupidly took advantage of when I first started out. Sure, I’ve learned a lot since I was young and an absolute idiot, but thinking back on that still makes me sick. I made so many mistakes, have so many regrets about how I treated those people because I didn’t know what I was doing.”

You nodded, nausea filling your stomach. “Gotcha. You don’t want to do another fling or anything.” The smile you willed into existence came nowhere near to reaching your eyes. “I get it. Thanks, Bucky. I appreciate you being honest and telling me before I turned it into a thing.”

Bucky groaned, bending at the knees and tilting his head up in frustration and then straightening back up to look at you. “No, doll, what I’m trying to say is that I don’t want this to be a fling, I want it to be more. A lot more.”

He waited for a response that you were incapable of giving. The only thing running through your mind was a TikTok sound byte: The woman was too stunned to speak.

So he kept going. “First and foremost, you are my friend. Getting to know you these past six months has been the highlight of my damn life, and the idea of ruining that honestly scares the absolute shit out of me. But I’ve known for a while that you mean more to me than that. Like, when you’re not working a game I get worried and sad because it means I don’t get to see you. Or I even - and I hate to admit this because it makes me sound like an asshole - I get excited when I get an excuse to talk to you during games, like when you’re about to get nailed by a player- wait shit I didn’t mean it like that.” He closed his eyes.

Bucky was cute when he rambled.

Opening them back up, he went on. “Let me try that again. I like finding reasons to bother you on the field, like saving your ass when you get too into your work and don’t seem to pay attention to any imminent danger. I just…I like you, Y/n, and I asked to talk to you tonight because I wanted to see if you might feel the same.” He cocked his head to the side in a mini shrug. “Which I guess was answered by that kiss, and I wouldn’t mind doing that again in the future. But what I really want is to take things slow, because the last thing I want is to mess things up. Whatever this is, what I feel for you, if it’s going to happen it has to be the real deal, not just a fling or something that can only be found in the heat of passion like me punching your asshole ex.”

Finally, you laughed, and the sound made Bucky grin from ear to ear.

“So,” he continued, “Y/n, would you like to have dinner with me sometime? Like, on a date?”

Though you were in danger of passing out from all of the emotions running through your body, you tried to play it cool, narrowing your eyes in contemplation.

“Let’s see,” you started, “Do I want to go on a date with the hot captain of the soccer team who makes me laugh so hard there are times that I almost drop my ridiculously expensive camera and also happens to be the man I’ve wanted to kiss ever since he saved my face from getting wrecked by a ball six months ago?”

Bucky bit his bottom lip, smile growing wider by the second. “Is that a yes?”

You nodded. “Yeah, Bucky. I’d love to.”

He pulled you in for a hug, his arms around your waist and yours around his neck.

“Thank fuck,” he murmured, and you giggled as you pulled away. Your thumb reached up to stroke the bruise on his cheek.

“Alright, before any other declarations take place, let’s get some ice on this before that lovely face of yours swells up.”

He beamed. “Lovely face, aye?”

You rolled your eyes, taking his hand and leading him back to the player’s entrance. Bucky pulled out his player fob and unlocked the door, pulling it open and gesturing for you to walk in first, hand still interlaced with yours.

“You’re gonna have to lead the way, Buck. I’ve never actually been to the locker room before.”

“What? Don’t the camera crew come in to shoot interviews and other cool behind-the-scenes shots?”

You chuckled. “I shoot game footage, Bucky. You know there are multiple crew people who film different parts of the game, right?”

He pouted. “I mean, I was just hoping there might be an excuse to see you more after games.”

“Wow, it really is impossible for you to turn off the charm, huh?”

His hand squeezed yours and he smirked. “With you? Never. Gotta make sure you don’t lose interest.”

You shook your head. “Impossible. Anyways, I’m sure I could get promoted to cover more media on and off the field, but I’m still relatively new, so we’ll see.”

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”

While you walked down the maze of hallways, you gazed at the different portraits lining the walls of the team’s highlights over the years. There were, of course, a bunch of cool shots of Bucky mid-kick or headbutting the ball.

“What are the chances someone on staff notices one of these is suddenly missing?”

“Oh, Wanda would definitely notice and you would never be allowed back here again. I swear that woman has eyes in the back of her head. She sees everything.” Wanda had been the owner of the team for the last five years, and her leadership had played a huge part in their increase in wins as each season passed. Her best decision was making Bucky captain, followed by her decision to change the head coach to Natasha Romanoff. Most people had given her shit for hiring a female coach for a men’s soccer team, but they shut right up after they won six games in a row.

Bucky continued, “What, do you want one of these awesome shots of yours truly? I can always take one from my personal collection and sign it for you and everything.”

“Actually, I was eyeing that shot of Thor kicking the winning goal from last year’s championship game. Think he might have one of those he could sign for me?”

He whipped his head at you, glaring and you giggled as you gave him a wink.

Finally, you turned a corner that led to the door of the locker room. The lights were still on, so Bucky quietly opened the door, looking from side to side to see if anyone was in there.

“Hello?” he called out.

“Barnes? What the hell are you still doing here?” Natasha walked out of the coach’s office, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed, still in her navy blue suit and white converse (because she was the coolest fucking person on the planet), red hair tied back in a low bun. Her gaze flashed down to you and Bucky’s entwined hands and the two of you simultaneously pulled apart. She looked back to you with her iconic side-smile. “Y/n, welcome to the men’s locker room. Had I known you were coming I would have gotten a nose plug or something. This place smells like ass.”

You chuckled. “Thanks, Coach Romanoff-”

“Natasha,” she corrected.

“Natasha. We’re only here for some ice. Bucky took a hit to the face and I wanted to check on it before going home.”

Natasha looked over at Bucky. “You okay, Barnes?”

He shrugged. “Nothing I can’t handle.” The two of you glanced at each other with mirrored smiles.

The redhead nodded, standing straight and walking toward you. “Well, I’m heading out for the night. Can you lock up once everything is….taken care of?”

Bucky nodded. “Sure thing, coach.”

She walked past you both toward the exit, turning back to give you a quick wink. “Have a good night you two. Nice seeing you, Y/n.”

“You too, Natasha. See you at next week’s game!”

Then, it was just the two of you alone in the locker room.

Bucky cleared his throat. “There’s a fridge in the coach’s office with ice packs. I’ll go grab one.”

While he was gone, you took a moment to inspect the room. Two sides of the walls were lined with a long bench and individual cubbies for the players, their numbers posted at the top of each one. You scanned down the line until you found one with the number 6 at the end, then walked over to it.

Bucky kept his locker tidy. A set of clean jerseys were folded on one of the shelves, and he kept his cleats at the bottom. Taped up in the back were three photos. One of him with his mom and sister, you recalled their names being Winifred and Becca. You’d seen them in the crowd every once in a while and whenever he caught sight of them his whole demeanor would brighten and your heart would swell. The other one was younger versions of him, Sam, and Steve in high school soccer jerseys, all of them covered in grass and dirt, smiling from ear to ear.

The last was an official portrait of a young man in army dress greens. His eyes were a familiar shade of blue that made you wonder if-

“That’s my dad,” Bucky’s voice echoed in the empty room and you turned to him. “He died when I was in high school.”

“I’m sorry, Buck. I’m sure he would have been so proud to see the player you are today.”

He nodded. “I hope so. He was my biggest cheerleader. Once he was out of the army, he came to all my games, clapping louder than anyone else in the bleachers and giving refs shit whenever they made bad calls.”

You laughed, giving him a sympathetic smile. “Sounds like a great guy.”

Bucky handed you the ice pack, standing by your side and grabbing one of his cleats. “I’d say he was the best guy around, but I’m completely biased. Miss him like hell, but he’s with me whenever I play.” He pivoted the shoe until you see the heel, the number 107 printed on it. “That was the number of his regiment in the army.”

Tears pricked your eyes and you ran your fingers over the numbers. “I wish I could have met him.”

“Me, too. He would have loved you.”

You chuckled, ignoring the butterflies that had returned to your stomach (if they had even left at all the entire evening, you wondered). “You say that, but I don’t know how he would feel about the camera lady who keeps diverting his son’s attention from the game because she keeps on putting herself in the middle of danger.”

He pondered that. “Fair point.” You scoffed, lightly hitting him on the chest and he laughed. “Hey! It’s not my fault you don’t pay attention to said danger!”

You pondered that. “Fair point.” More laughs were shared as you placed your hands on Bucky’s shoulders, guiding him to sit down on the bench. You rested the ice pack on his cheek and he hissed at the feeling. “Sorry,” you said, wincing.

He shook his head, hand reaching up to cover yours. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s like you said, gotta make sure this lovely face is taken care of.” You rolled your eyes. “You know, one of these days your eyes are gonna get stuck like that.”

You rolled them again. “Okay, dad.”

The dissipation of Bucky’s laughter led to a comfortable silence shared between the two of you while you pressed the ice pack on his face. You took the time to examine his face for other bruises or markings from the scuffle with Brock. And when you couldn’t find anything, you took the time to openly admire him. The dimple on his chin, the lines in the corner of his eyes caused by the cute little squint they did whenever he smiled, the perfect pinkness of his lips you now knew to be as soft as they looked-

“So,” Bucky’s voice pulled you out of your daydream, “How are you liking the gig so far? Happy to be here?”

“I love it.” He beamed at your response. “I mean, I knew nothing about soccer before getting the job, and I still don’t totally get what offsides means, but it’s so fun.”

His brows furrowed. “How the hell did you get this job if you knew nothing about soccer? Like, obviously you’re amazing and talented but…I feel like that would be a requirement.”

“I didn’t know soccer, but I used to film for other sports. In fact, I worked for a hockey team for a few years right out of college.” You sighed. “That was how I met Brock. His dad owned the team. Once we broke up- when he dumped me, I quit. Managed to download some footage I’d shot to use for my portfolio so Wanda could see what I was capable of.” You grimaced at the memory of your interview with the team’s owner. “Also I may or may not have had a breakdown in the middle of our meeting and unloaded the whole situation to her. So, I guess me being hired was a mix of my talent and her taking pity on me.”

Bucky’s free hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him. He stared at you for a few moments with a soft expression on his face.

“Whatever it was - though I’m 100% confident it was because of your talent - I’m fucking thrilled that you’re here.”

You grinned. “Me, too.”

A few moments later you checked on Bucky’s face, and when you declared that the swelling had gone down, the two of you made your way out of the locker room.

“Thanks for the help, doc,” Bucky said with a smile, turning the lights off and grabbing your hand.

“Anytime, Bucko. Just please don’t get punched by my ex or anyone else.”

His jaw tightened. “I’ll try not to, as long as that asshole doesn’t show his face in my stadium again.”

Your heart fluttered at the protective tone in his voice, and you squeezed his hand.

Heading down the hallway, your attention refocused on the pictures hung on the wall. There was one that caught your eye and made you stop short.

Bucky stared at you, brows furrowed. “Doll? You okay?”

You stared at the photo for a few seconds. It was a still of Peter Parker as he prepared for a penalty kick.

In the back left of the picture, you caught two small figures standing side by side. A tall player with shoulder-length chestnut hair, leaning to the side and whispering something to a woman holding a camera, captured mid-laugh.

You turned back to Bucky with a smile. “Never better, Barnes.”

Moving to wrap your arm around his waist, Bucky shifted his over your shoulder, hugging you tightly to him as you continued your journey out of the stadium.

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[ibelonginthepast]

okay I need your klance fic recs(i feel like you have really good taste)(i mean your icon is literally THE keith of course you have god tier taste)

okay so the thing is.. that when i say am kinda messed up and disgusting sometimes... and becoming a madwoman... am not over exaggerating or saying it in a funky way.. i actually am getting like that .. and that's how i got into the klance fandom initially. i project through lance and read really langsty fics.. and they are messed messed with like violent nsfw, gore, horror, serious mental health issues etc? so if u want those... i'll only send them if u want?

yeah tho i entered with this thingy that klance is gonna be like my guilty pleasure or some shit but them i inevitably fell in love with some GORGEOUS fanfictions out there and KEITH KOGANE in all shapes sizes genders and ages so lol...

but they aren't flowery. that's just not my taste. Some of them might be "problematic"? it's in quotes because i don't agree with it. it's not going to be problematic in plain ignorant sense like racial issues or blatant sexism or mental abuse.... but they might have like stuff which people dont always agree with like drugs. most of them would have nsfw it's just something that i need to have for feels and that's why i asked if u minded it. some things are like more subjective,, characterizations for example, cause like some people dont think keith is a skirt guy cause he isnt in fashion but i think he is petty and rebellious so he will defo do that? some of them would have like physical fights and stuff.. or keith and lance being mean to each other.. some ugly habits which aren't necessarily condemned like anger or drugs.? but with how i see it, it's not glorified, so i see them as human. i love the raw and ugly in these or idk its just human to me (but some people dont like which is completely valid cause we are all different from different environments and think different and resonate with different stuff.)

wait addition: i think some of them will have sexist themes? which i have complained about a lot before. i dont know why authors feel the need to somehow put women down to show how a mlm relationship without any women is superior or some shit it's annoying as fuck i hate it. i dont think i would have any especially sexist fics here, but there might be some with lowkey themes and bad handling of those issues. some of them mau have that subtext of disgusting heteronormative standards, but in subtext uk like bottom lance having a small waist and being giggly and all in contrast to big bulk keith.

here are some that i had bookmarked... but i may remember some more and then send them to u and or add them here...

a heads up.. i dont remember all of them very well. its been a while and i read fanfictions A LOT so yeah.. incase one slips up here which isnt very good am sorry dont judge me

the bold ones are the ones u should really check out if our taste is similar.

to begin with plain f l u f f,, my first klance bookmark was How Could I Say No? by Padfoots_Pawprint. tws for violence, bullying, injury BUT it's not actually gory or something like that it's just keith being keith and getting hurt and lance helping my boi like he should. it made me feeeeeeeel ksksk

this was one that kinda really touched me,, Wasted youth, Cryptids, and Waterboys by Baea THIS HAS EXPLICIT NSFW in it, the first chapter kicks off with it.. its a good fuck buddies to lovers in my opinion.. i love the writing style, the choice of how it's just a couple entries of random days in their lives. i love keith's characterization.. he is a hobo and a conspiracy nerd.. i love how down for him lance is, very dedicated. i love their growth.. i love how they help each other grow,, and it's so like real and usual day to day and human and down to earth idk how else to express it. this is INCOMPLETE. it's 12 chapters and discontinued as of now,, but it's not a deadly cliffhanger

similar in style and approach to the above. tho i think here is where it gets dubious. Easy, Tiger. by @/WhatTheBodyGraspsNot ... this is INCOMPLETE too and as of now discontinued. this has that sorta murky vibe with it's drug usage, them being teenagers in school and engaging in stuff like this, bad boy keith and all. this has nsfw too. i just remember really liking it and its very raw and unfiltered. tho it's incomplete it's not an open ending for now.

okay so i am restarting this but am upset as fuck that it all got deleted so i am gonna be lazy and not put as much effort as i did.

i have also Crowd Pleaser bookmarked by the same author,, this one's complete and it has some serious issues around gaslighting if i remember correctly... i really liked it then. keith is literally an angel here, i want to kidnap him and marry him literally. the s h w ee t e s t shit ,, and i like how lance gives him all the support and space to get his shit together

Drummer boy by klancekorner,, i think it's similar to the prev one, but lance's pov(which is what i prefer ngl). this authors fanfics are all just wholesome. i had put links to all their fics before, but imma now just say that u should go and check all their fics out. i have them all bookmarked, i must have seen something in them (can't remember what now tho and i cant be bothered to skim through them like last time *rolls eyes*)

War of hearts? idk why honestly, just ik keira has made me gay, and lesbian rejection angst? garrison? yes :) it's incomplete, conveniently left at the point where lance's heart is broken lol

Fuck buddies with benefits. THE NAME IS BAD I KNOW but i just love the idea of a dedicated mess of a keith and lance taking care of him. that's it that's the fic if i remember correctly. oh wait yeah u might think keith is not treating lance right, but i think it's fine if lance is treated a bit stupid. this is a bit too sex driven tho i dont like it but just SLEEPDEPRIVED KEITH TO TAKE CARE OF IMMA SIGN UP (ik this maybe coming off toxic but lol look at me)

Rambling: THIS WAS ME.

Last Defense: TW SUICIDE this is literally the langst i have for canon lance

I want something else: bad boy keith can break my limbs and cut my face and i will thank him

A thank you would be nice: keira damn

game-set-match: b a d b o y

I swear to go the devil made me do it: my typically fav trop, hardcore pining lance, literally perfect angsty keith. very similar to the top ones ig? idk also this one is one of my comparatively recent sane bookmarks so that's something. it starts off weird, u think it gon be subtly sexist but it turns out better so hold on

you've got me locked up: i think it's delinquent keith,, its floofy

Dad lance and tattoo artist keith: the name says it

damn while going through my bookmarks i realized that there are a lot of things i never bookmarked? i am pretty sure i loved a lot of long fanfictions, flower shop aus and tattoo artists shit wtf-

wait here's one, it's not complete: Blood jumps in the sun: it's very heavy has a lot of growth and kinda wholesome,, tags and summary will give u an idea what u getting in.

The lessons we learned: can't remember much other than florist keith, sad keith, smart keith, really long, pining

damn i think i have a lot of happy ones i didn't bookmark cause my brain was like u dont deserve the serotonin :( i'll add if i have more)

some actually angsty, detailed nsfw and messy (according to the way u interpret these) ones... lemoninagin.. they have some very detailed and explicit nsfw stuff but i am not there for it. some of it has the kind of angst i like? an actual one that i love and they recently posted and the reason am putting them here is infinitesimal. best friends to lovers and tho usually it's not my cup of tea.. it's a character study, an interpretation of klance in a modern world i dare say,, which is very similar to mine. the thing about them is that i like their characterization a lot, and in no love in this, i like what kind of background stories they give to klance in their aus. i haven't read many by them, so if u want u can check them out.

i just realized i have put some lowkey sad/fucked fics here... i did remove 5 rn... i hope its all good damn why am i doing this i feel like am putting myself naked out there when i recommend my favs

#dont reblog

[dreamingsushi]

True Beauty - Episode 13

So with the end of episode 12, I didn’t have choice but to watch this one. Like right away. Jugyeong’s secret is out. How will she cope with it? Poor sweet girl.

Poor Jugyeong gets dragged by bullies for dating Suho. Suho comes to save her. She runs away again. Seojun catches her, but she still runs away. He tells Suho where she went to then his friend shows him the video of Jugyeong. My poor baby girl. She doesn’t even pick up the phone.

Jugyeong’s brother gets into a fight because people are laughing at Jugeyong’s face. Gowoon stops him and tells him to calm down. She tells him violence is not the solution. They’re cute. I kind of ship now.

Awwww. The teacher thinks Jugyeong isn’t coming to school because she’s too embarrassed because of him. He’s such a cinnamon roll.

Seojun went to see the bully girl. He thinks she’s the one who uploaded the video. But she’s not the one. Of course. It’s Sujin. She’s the one who saw Suho and Jugyeong kissing. I’m sad they made her into such a character. She was already boring, but now it’s even worse. I guess Seojun connects the dot quickly.

Suho is chasing Jugyeong all around. Then her mom finds out about her trying to enroll in make up school.

Su Ah is pretty bummed about the whole thing. Seojun confronts Sujin. She doesn’t want to follow him outside, so he drags her. He tells her to erase the video. But she won’t, she doesn’t mind that he tells Suho she’s the one to have done it. He tells her she didn’t break Jugyeong, but that she’s the broken one. He asks his friend to find out who’s the admin of the anonymous board so they would delete the video.

Jugyeong never got off the bus she got on until they to the terminal late at night. She seems pretty spaced out. Suho is going crazy looking for her. Oh no, he even goes to that building, afraid that she would try to jump again TT This is so heartbreaking. Baby Jugyeong, don’t let your boyfriend worry so much about you and run around when he just got injured. He knew of your face all along, it doesn’t change a thing for him. He’s going to be your best support. Poor baby Suho. Running all over Seoul all day long. He must be so tired. Oh no... he almost missed her. But she hides in her house when he calls out to her. No, why do you do that? Well I guess she’s embarrassed.

Then her mom gets angry at her because of the make up academy. Jugyeong tells her it has been a hard day and asks to talk about it later. But of course mom won’t let it go. She admits working part time. Mom is really mad. Jugyeong is get angry too. Little brother follows his sister. Nobody sides with mom. Lil bro tries to comfort Jugyeong, but she locked herself in her room to cry.

Seojun is so freaking mad about the comments and everything. Aw cute Seojun. His friends make fun of him.

Awww, poor teacher is feeling bad and depressed. Poor baby. It has nothing to do with you. Oh no. He tells her to take a break because of Jugyeong. He will transfer school, so he asks her to wait one year, if by then she still likes him, they can date again. Omg. He’s living fully his drama life.

Jugyeong’s little brother takes Suho to school because he was about to skip again to wait Jugyeong. Then teacher learns about the reason why Jugyeong skipped school. But since the kids from the video aren’t from their own school, the teachers can’t hold a committee to help Jugyeong. The vice-principal tells the teacher to meet with Jugyeong’s parents.

Seojun wants to tell Suho who uploaded the video, but he already knows. It was cute how Seojun was trying to erase the bad drawings on Jugyeong’s pictures instead of just taking it down.

Awww Teacher. He scolds them for gossiping about the pain Jugyeong went through. And that he’s disappointed in them. Like. Jugyeong is such a nice girl. Is it her fault that she’s “not pretty”? As I already said, I believe she’s pretty even without the make up, I mean, who never has pimples? And she doesn’t even have that much. Teenagers are the meanest.

Su Ah’s boyfriend is upset at Suho because he didn’t tell him he was dating Jugyeong. And he’s upset that Seojun knew before him. But he’s easily won over when Suho said he would save him first if he was drowning, because Seojun is a good swimmer. Actually, is there anything Seojun can’t do? Then Suho asks advice on how to make his girlfriend feel better. Not sure it would work on Jugyeong though. Su Ah isn’t the same and Suho and that guy are just so different.

Dad is trying to make Jugyeong to come out of her room. He taped the registration. Since she’s still not coming out, he starts grilling pork belly. Looks like the melting bacon is calling out to our cute heroine.

Gowoon is mad and pulling girls’ hair for uploading that video of Jugyeong. Lil bro tries to stop her, since she was the one to say that one should hit even with a flower. Seojun tells her to take the video down. Then Gowoon is mad at Seojun for interacting with her at school. Seems like she didn’t want people to know they are siblings. Ah because then people want her to introduce them to him.

Woah, Suah isn’t as dumb as she seems. She feels there’s something wrong with Sujin.

Omg. Suho trades his shoes for lil bro to give a package to Jugyeong. Lil bro is so shameless. But then he doesn’t take them. He gives the package to his sister and tells her to at least pick up her boyfriend’s calls.

Mom is meeting with the teacher and tells how Jugyeong wants to enroll for make up and goes part-timing. But he didn’t call her out about that. He shows her the video and what happened. Mom is so hurt seeing this. Because you know, she cares a lot for her daughter.

Jugyeong went to Sujin’s place. Whyyyy? She’s a bad friend. She went to ask if Sujin is the one uploading the picture. Sujin tells she did it because she doesn’t want to see her next to Suho. And she tells her to run away like she did in the past. She’s so mean. What a bad ugly friend. People say Sujin is pretty? I can’t agree. That was unnecessary mean. At least when she comes home, her mom is caring for her and comforts her. She feels bad for making her daughter being scared of talking to her. She feels guilty for what happened.

Omg. Mom takes her daughter for plastic surgery. But she gets offended at how much he wants to change so she takes Jugyeong away. So mom will transfer her to another school where no one knows her.

Ah. Finally, Jugyeong and Suho meet. At Prince Comic. Jugyeong feels bad for people talking ill of Suho because of her. He made her smile a little the same way she did when they were kids. He missed her. Suho takes Jugyeong out. He wants to take her somewhere and he carries her all the way up. He just wants to make her feel better. He asks her why she left when she has him now by her side. He’s so good at chearing her up. Jugyeong doesn’t want to go home, she feels bad seeing her mom so sad.

Suho calls his dad, but he’s going to the US already. He offers Suho to come with him to study music, but Suho says it’s fine. But to treat him to something good when he comes back.

Next morning, the family is all chearing for Jugyeong, but she already left for school. Oh she wen to school without make up. Awwww my Jugyeong is so pretty. Su Ah is still upset. But then Jugyeong runs after her. But bumps into the bullies. But she’s standing up for herself. AND IT’S SO EMPOWERING. GOOD JOB BABY! And he kisses her forehead in front of everyone and hugs her. THE FEEEEEEEELS. I’m so happy Jugyeong stood her ground for once. But why is this the end? Why is this drama getting addictive in the last episodes? I need to sleep, I have school and work tomorrow. And now the previews... Wow, Viki kicked me out of the drama. They are like, enough. Go to bed. Alright, that’s it for tonight.

An as I am posting this, I just realize that I was kicked out because episode 14 wasn’t out yet haha.

#true beauty #moon ga young #im jugyeong #cha eun woo #lee suho #hwang in yeop #han seojun #webtoon drama #webtoon #kdrama #k-drama #korean drama #drama review #drama recap #drama reaction

[wildbirdmagick]

Some of the Rune Soup premium members started a side project of angel bothering in June. This is my “What did I do this summer” essay. It was an experiment for me the entire way and nothing below is said with any form of authority. This is just my experience.

How we worked with the angels

The whole thing felt magically entangled from the start. Looking back, I’m not sure there is a piece of my life this working didn’t touch. I really wish I had written a long-form journal throughout. Now that we are at the end it’s hard to see how and when each piece snapped into place. Trying to summarize it here has been like taming a dragon.

Everyone knew they wanted to do some magic with angels, but not sure what. The UK had a scrying group working with Rudd’s Keys to the Gateways of Magic and we decided to run with that. Going into the project most of us had never tried scrying or even followed along with a grimoire. We started a discord server to keep everything in one place and it served as the backbone of the working. It was a constant source of resources, discussion, and inspiration.

Rudd’s Keys to the Gateway of Magic is a series of 10 invocations to the planetary angels. Each angel coming from their respective layer of heaven. The order we did them in was: Metatron/Moveable Heaven, Raziel/Starry Firmament, Cassiel/Saturn, Sachiel/Jupiter, Samael/Mars, Michael/Sol, Anael/Venus, Raphael/Mercury, Gabriel/Luna.

Each invocation is about a 25-minute long prayer… though I think long-form angelic contract law is a better description. It’s dry and monotonous. But that is a feature of its design, not a flaw. Reading the prayers you quickly slip into a trancelike state. After the prayers, you spend 10 minutes scrying with your stone. To make it work for a group we had different members read the invocations, then we all separately scryed. After that, we would spend 30 to 40 minutes comparing notes. The group discussion after each scrying session is what made this working zing. I can see why scrying is sometimes done in pairs.

I think one of the first discussions on discord was “What even am an angel?” (This is a bit of a Rune Soup inside joke… it’s what you say before you dive into the philosophical goo of something and try to pull out its quintessential meat.) From that question, our project took on an exploratory direction. Most of us were calling on angels to better understand them, their story, and their place in the cosmos.

For me, the main questions were, which I hope to answer for you at the end.

- What even are angels?

- What do they want?

- How can we work with them?

Early on I would use the two week period between sessions to interact with each angel. The most used method was right before sleep or after meditation I would ask the angel to show themselves. Or I would ask them to show me something. I did not use formal prayers or rituals. Just a simple “Yo, you up?” The results from these sessions were small blips of information that would only make sense later.

It feels weird to say they just sorta showed up, but they did. Some with better results than others. It didn’t feel like I needed an elaborate ritual or prayer. Instead, they felt quite willing.

I think the best way to illustrate the answers I arrived at is to walk you through the three most important contact events I had. Or skip to the end when I try to sum up what I think about angels.

Michael

Michael was pure fire. I had never worked with them before. I did this invocation solo and by coincidence, it landed on Michaelmas (September 29th) By the time we worked our way to Michael I was better at asking questions and getting answers. My first few scrying sessions were mostly a jumble of pictures and me desperately trying to piece something together.

With Michael, I asked what are we doing with all this? Like yes, this is fun to call you all up... But why did I just jumble through 25 minutes of prayers that I only sorta believe in? What’s next and why?

Michael told me “The magic is in the creation of the prayers, the sigils, the drawings. Repeating and replicating someone else’s words is fine, but it is a shadow of what comes from the creation process. Each one of us should always seek to divine our own system. The power of grimoires is not that these prayers or these sigils are correct or powerful. It’s that this person took the time to write and make them. Following someone else’s grimoire/system is just training wheels.”

The scrying session was really moving and I wanted to honor them with something. I started drawing an altar card for Michael. I am an occasional artist—emphasis on the word occasional—but as I drew Michael, something flowed out of me. It felt right. I share this not to say my drawings are some masterpiece. It is to illustrate the creative process of making something for the angel was magic. As I drew I understood the angel differently.

Again, I was presented with the evidence that just mentally sitting with the angel brought presence. Not quite like scrying, but small nudges and flows. It was like sitting with someone while you paint their portrait. You aren’t speaking but you are taking them in. Trying to distill their essence onto the canvas.

The process was so delightful that I decided to do the whole set of angels. With each picture, I poured over the notes in my journal and paid attention to syncs, signs, and dreams. Often little bits would click into place and make my vision of the angel more concrete.

If I had to put words to the feeling... it’s like they want you to connect or talk to them on a different level… one of creation and inspiration. Something about angels (or some angels) makes them more accessible. It’s less that my drawings are a correct representation of them, but a representation of my connection to them. I’m showing them how I see them. Letting them look through my eyes so I can look through theirs.

Raphael

Raphael is the only angel that showed up for me in a traditional way. They were a brilliant ball of wings and light that shimmered and turned slowly. My drawing of Raphael is exactly what I saw. When I asked what was their form, they told me they are the speed of white light.

I asked what they could teach me and light burst from my palms, then my eyes and mouth… then every cell in my being. They told me that healing comes from a physical action connected to a mental intention.

The important thing I want to stress is the light that shot from my palms was a feeeeeeling. I’m emphasizing this to hopefully better describe it. Do you know when you wake up from a dream and you can still taste or feel the thing in your dream? Maybe it was a sex dream with a random coworker and you spend all day at work feeling awkward around them because you can still feeeeeeeel it?

This is how the light shooting from my palms was. It was a feeling. The next morning in meditation I could feel that light. I can still grasp at it now a month later, but it’s harder, farther away. That feeling was Raphael’s virtue. The thing they had to teach. But let’s put a pin in that thought. We will come back to it, I promise.

Gabriel

My Gabriel session confirmed what I got from Michael. At this point, I was much better at communicating and asking questions. Gabriel said they are the angel that has the most contact with humans. They are the signs and syncretistic events.

When I asked Gabriel how to work with them they told me to “Create their likeness and know them.” And to “Lay their virtues on your shoulders like a mantle.”

A tarot spread the next day solidified what I was getting. The center card was the six of wands from the Dracxidios Tarot. It shows a human body with energy flowing from their centers and connected to an anatomically correct heart. In my journal I wrote next to it, “Humans in flow are angelic” I mention this note because I’m not sure why I made that connection. It wasn’t something that stuck with me until I went back into my notes.

The surrounding cards in my tarot spread were The High Priestess and the eight of coins. Which speaks of bringing things from intuition into tangible form. In the end, I think this is what angels want more than anything. They want you to take what is inside and make it physical.

Now to perform my greatest trick… to wrap this whole thing up in a package and try to deliver it in some coherent package. 😉

What even am angels? (Or at least what are these angels?)

This is just my answer from this moment in time. (Which happens to be November 9th at 9:27 am, in case you’re wondering.) You should ask yourself a question like this. But don’t just think it in your head… write it down. Go on. I’ll wait. Things become very slippery when you try to make them concrete.

To me, angels are fractal emanations from gateways of being. They are like a concept of being that gained consciousness. They are persuasions fluttering on the edge of perception.

An angel is never one thing, but a revolving mass that changes. Which face of the emanation you connect to is up to you. I think on some level it matters who you are and why you are calling on them. It’s like the stupid two wolves thing, except with fractal beings there are infinite connection lines. Which means, I can’t tell you what your angels are because your angels are different than mine.

What I can say is that they have always been here.. with humans that is. They get wrapped up in the dominant metaphysics model of the time quite easily, but to say they came with Christianity is silly. They do not feel Christian, and I doubt they give two fucking shits if you are either. They are just happy to work with whatever model you are working with… because the true control here is the picture you paint of them and what you do with it.

And lastly, I believe that angels are not above, but below. They are not found in the layered heavens above, but deep within the pools of self. They are beings of the subconscious. This is why they are so easy to contact and why they lend themselves to dream, journey, and intuition work.

What do they want? And how can we work with them?

Call them up and “know them.” Angels bear gifts, but they can’t teach you something if you never interact with them. I can summarize what I got from them and hope it helps you, but really these things are tailor-made for each person.

Lay their virtues on your shoulders like a mantle. Once you see the essence of what they are, how can you think with that? Raphael was the key to understanding that each one had a gift to teach. And that I could hold that gift in my mind's eye and change my perception. This point is much harder to articulate because it is a feeling. All I can do is tell you to pay attention for it. Maybe even ask for it.

Create their likeness. This might be knowledge for me personally, but I think it’s worth sharing. While I enjoyed using Rudd’s angel calling method because it worked so well, it isn’t my style. Throughout the project, I had been wondering how to do more scrying without long prayers. Michael answered, and Gabriel confirmed… find your own dial-up method. For me, that has been my drawings. Each person will have their own way in. Once you make contact strengthen that connection with contemplation and representation. This is the key to their gateway.

This last piece is just a suggestion. Like I mentioned in the beginning, I wish I had kept a longer journal. Angels are of the subconscious and they communicate that way. They are entangled beings that will show up in every aspect of your life. It’s much easier to put themes together if you keep a journal of notes, thoughts, and feelings. I kept only the most basic notes, and this made it much harder to pull things together for me.

[thots4daze]

if youre still doing the writing prompt things, atsumu and 6?

OMG you’re killing me here anon~!right outta the gate with the angst and the feeeeeeeels

Enjoy y'all

FYIthis is my first actual post of Atsumu since I know NOTHING bout him or his twin T^T so apologies if I get his character totally wrong

Swearing is included // hint at sexual content but no actual frickity frack - soz not soz

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To say that Miya Atsumu was selfish would be the understatement of the century.

And that's putting it mildly.

If anything of mild interest were to cross this boy's path, he would cling to it as if it were the most important and entertaining thing he'd ever seen. This goes also for anything that his twin would find interesting as well. Atsumu would pick it up and selfishly lord it over his twin and friends, always in a teasing manner - but still. It was annoying as shit.

And you would tell him so, every chance you got.

And when it came to you, that was OK. When it came to you it was meant to be endearing. Sweet, even. And you thought so. It made you feel special. Warm. Safe.

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"Tsumuuuuu~" Your voice cooed through the receiver. You were laying upside down on your shared couch, legs sprawled out, feet resting on the top cushion. Finals were over and summer "break" was kicking off. Well, kinda. Atsumu still had morning and afternoon practices and scrimmages and games to attend and of course you still had your part time job to deal with. But, eh, semantics.

It was a beautiful day. Some over cast but nothing that screamed "too dangerous to go outside".

He chuckled on the other end of the line at how cute you sounded. If he had to guess you were lounging in one of his shirts, clean, of course, and socks. Having already discarded your pants from the day. "Yes, princess?" His voice teasing and you knew he wore a smirk while speaking.

A shiver ran through your body like electricity. You loved the nickname. Knowing he only used it when he was feeling in the mood. Biting your bottom lip then releasing you smirk yourself, flipping right side up and leaning forward, resting your elbows to your knees.

"Mmmhm, Tsumu~, you remember last week how we fucked in the locker room after your win?"

He sucked in a breath, biting his lips as his sight turned upward to the gym lights. He had to compose himself. He was in front of the coach and the guys. Practice was taking a short break. It was his only time to call you until the end and he just really needed to hear your voice. Well, be careful what you wish for, right?

"Oh, I remember clearly. You were a total wreck. So tight, mouth open . . . I think you even drooled a bit-,"

"OK I get it!" A massive blush coated your neck and cheeks. Even though he wasn't there to witness it, his teasing was embarrassing. Most likely due to the fact that you indeed had drooled. He just fucks you so, so good. You couldn't help it.

Composing yourself, you purr into the phone, "If you hurry home after practice, I'll make sure to be properly wrecked~" The thought sending blood to his cock. He groaned softly. Well, as softly as he could in this situation. "You're gonna be the death of me, Y/N."

You spared him a hum in response and you thought about what it was that you were going to do when he got home. The coach called out from in the background signaling it was time to get back to it. "Hey, babe - I gotta go, but rest assured, you're going to get it tonight. Just be ready~" a teasing infliction to his tense and heated voice. Another spark racing through your body, sending heat between your thighs. You didn't think you could wait.

"Mmkay. See you soon~ I love you."

"Love you too." and with that the phone disconnected and you were left with a warmth coursing through you and a dampness that needed to be dealt with.

Deciding that you weren't in the mood of patiently waiting around the empty apartment for your boyfriend, you threw on your pants and shoes, grabbing your bag and was out the door in a matter of minutes. Another pseudo voyeurism experience for the two of you and you'd be set for weeks with hot orgasm material. Just the thought made you giddy. You were so wrapped up in the memory as you waltzed into the convenience store that you weren't paying much attention to your surroundings. You had just popped in for a travel pack of condoms - no use grabbing a large pack you had some at home, and an energy drink or two. You were gonna need it after tonight.

Once the transaction was complete you were back on your way to the campus, not a long walk, seeing as it was maybe 3 blocks from your place. It was still light outside, the sun making it's sleepy way down, down to the horizon of the earth, eventually going to sleep for the day. It was beautiful outside, a nice crisp breeze blew about in just the right way to ruffle your hair but not enough to warrant goosebumps. Refreshing, you thought to yourself, a small smile gracing your features.

You were so entranced with the day and all it's beauty, thinking of your boyfriend of 3 years that you hadn't noticed the large mass heading your way. It was barreling towards you, without a second thought of stopping. They were coming over the small hump in the road - it's always been an issue - the driver's not being able to see over it until it was, in this case, too late.

Flying. Soaring, more like - you remember thinking. The world was turned upside down, very similar to when you lay upside on the couch. It wasn't much different, just a change in scenery. You remember seeing others out there. They weren't right side up. But their faces, they looked strange. Noises reached your ears and then left just as fast. Screams. Yells. Screeching. And the smell. Was that rubber? Heat entered your body - but it wasn't the same carnal heat that you were feeling just an hour ago. It was uncomfortable and scathing. Like being doused in boiling water. The beautiful, dusky vision turned black and you remember nothing else

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Before practice was even over, the coach received a call. Atsumu thought it was odd that he would take a call at a time like this - but honestly didn't think anything more than that. Odd. It wasn't until he called him over by name that his stomach began to twist uncomfortably.

What was going on?

Coach spoke to him. But no words were coming out. Sound reached his ears, but he wasn't listening. Not anymore. Before his sentence was complete, Atsumu was rushing out the door and down the block to the nearest hospital. Praying to any and all the gods that you were OK.

You had to be, he thought. He had just spoken to you. JUST spoke to you. He had been looking forward to seeing you. Not like he didn’t live with you or anything. But it was like a drug for him. His love for you, something he didn't think he would ever experience. He was a selfish guy, not really taking anything too seriously - at least not for long. Hey, that's how your relationship began. It was something casual. Not meant to mean anything in the long run. Now look at him? 3 years in and he's wrapped around your finger like a love struck puppy. Even he had to mentally smile at that - he always thought his twin would be the one in his shoes, all lovesick and whipped. But no, he got that honor.

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It had been a few hours, maybe 2? Or more? He couldn't say. All he knew was that you lay in the hospital bed before him, hooked up to machines and IVs and other instruments he couldn't care to figure out. All he cared about was you and if you were going to be OK. You had to be. You just HAD to be.

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.” He choked out, elbows resting on his bare knees, hands alternating between ruffling his hair and palming his face. "You can't. Please . . . Y/N."

The doctors had all come and gone, making sure he was OK just as much as you were. Checking vital signs, refilling the IV. The doctors weren't entirely hopeful and that was something Atsumu did not want to hear. But it was something that he needed to be prepared for if it should ever happen.

As night turned to early morning, Atsumu's eyes grew heavy. The slow, rhythmic beep of the monitors and the ever so slight heaving of your chest, were doing wonders on lulling him to sleep. He granted himself this lil vice, setting his messy locks on the bed, next to your waist. Dried tear trails stain his cheeks as new ones spring to life in his eyes, catching on his dark lashes. “You can’t leave me. Please don’t die.”

To say that Miya Atsumu was selfish would be the understatement of the century. And when it came to you, that was OK.

#z is here #z is weird #z is thirsty #anon ask #anon request #angst #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #hq!! #hq!! boys #z answers #gender netural reader #kinda #i think #sexy content but not really

[comprosedreviews-blog]

Scythe: Spoiler Free Review

Rating 5/5

Has an ending ever ripped your heart out? I hope it has, because if it hasn’t I’m certain you are missing out.

Scythe ripped out my heart. The very last line, having just been read to me (audiobooks are a blessing to college students) is still playing again and again in my head. It was powerful, it was perfect, and it brought the story full circle.

It’s easy to forget what good storytelling is. I feel like, we know about stories we enjoy and we tell ourselves that this is good storytelling… even when it isn’t. I’m going to get crap for saying that, but I genuinely believe it’s true. I’m kind of riding on this Scythe high right now that has reminded me about good storytelling.

Because Scythe is good storytelling.

If I could bottle up the feeling that this ending has left me with and share it with all of you, I would. But I can’t. So instead you’re just going to have to venture off to a bookstore and purchase this book for yourself. Do yourself that favor and be happy about it because I promise you, it is worth it. Or go to a library and request it. Just somehow get your hands on this book.

In case you weren’t aware, this book, written by Neal Shusterman, is a utopian set in a world where mankind has conquered death. We’ve basically waived bye-bye to the inconvenience of mortality and are free to fear pretty much nothing—at least nothing death related. You get what I’m putting down. However, we still have limited resources and people repopulate… so there’s a little caveat to our immortality plan. Rather than limit the amount of people allowed to be created, the people of this world have created a group called scythes who meet yearly killing quotas in order to ensure that humanity is able to have enough resources to continue on. But Scythes aren’t hated for what they do, they are respected. Everyone understands the way the world must be and they accept it. Enter our two scythe recruits and their struggle to not only come to grips with the possibility of being professional gleaners (because the term killing is frowned upon), but also must struggle with a growing corruption capable of changing the world they live in forever.

DUN DUN DUNNNNN.

I’ll be the first to admit that the term “utopian” turned me away from the book. I loved The Giver as much as the next person, but after the dystopian craze that was my early highschool years, I’ve been a little burned out by the whole “futuristic worlds with a little chaos” thing. So let me tell you, if you are at all skeptical like I was, I get it. But, and this is a big but, MY JUDGEMENT WAS WRONG AND I SHOULD HAVE READ THIS BOOK IMMEDIATELY.

This ending has left me SHOOK. It was one of the most masterful endings I have read in a long time AND if I didn’t want to read the next book (which I totally DO) then I could walk away right here and now and be totally satisfied.

There were a bunch of threads in this stories. Little things that folded in on themselves and were mentioned in tiny snippets that I had to dismiss because SO MUCH was going on. And at the end, all of those little snippets were tied into the most amazing braid and I can’t help but just feel completely and utterly awed by it all.

How, HOW do you do that? How does a writer just… do that?

I’ve read other books like this, that have left me with the same awed, inspired, and frankly distraught feeling that comes with leaving a book behind. I, think we all have. But unfortunately these books are few and far between.

This book was dark, introspective, and inspiring. It was also quick. I had it completed in less than a day because I couldn’t not listen to it. I feel as though the characters are real people in my life—because they were so real—and like some of these issues are real—because in some ways they are.

Most of all I just feeeeeeeel. Beautiful, terrible, frightening and powerful feelings.

FEELNGS I CAN’T TALK ABOUT BECAUSE YOU HAVEN’T PICKED UP THE BOOK YET.

So let me tell you the three things I think were so impressive, entertaining, and wonderful about this book.

1.       That ending though.

2.       The world building (which goes in hand with that ending though)

3.       The characters (which go hand in hand with the world building)

I’ve talked about that ending, so lets talk about the world. It was full. It was beautiful. It was horrible.

It was everything I needed it to be to be immersed in the book. Frankly, it wasn’t too different from our own in some ways. Yeah, technology is better, and yeah people are more bored because humanity has reached this sort of plateau for improvement, but the caveats and intricacies of the world are where the plot begins to develop—which yeah is like every other book you’re going to read BUT WAIT THERES MORE. This world was a character in its own right. It was a unifying force and a force that pushed characters apart. AND UHHH I’M GETTING INTO SPOILERY TERRITORY, but know that this fully developed and familiar yet foreign world is EXACTLY what was missing in a lot of the dystopian craze of a few years ago.

And finally the characters. Both main characters (YES I AM ONCE AGAIN READING A DUAL NARRATIVE LEAVE ME ALONE) were phenomenal to read. They were two different sides of a coin, but like a good coin. A shiny collectable coin. And they were connected in ways that just made me have the feels. SO MANY FEELS. Yet they weren’t connected in ways that also made me have the feels. (GOSH DARNED SPOILERS). The author played so well with this delicate balance that it really made that ending feel so much more gripping. It made everything feel so much more… important. And it made me empathetic to people whose soul job is killing others. I CANNOT DESCRIBE TO YOU HOW WELL CHARACTERIZATION IN THIS NOVEL WAS, if I could we wouldn’t have needed the novel.  

So please, do it because it will make you a better person (in my eyes and maybe in actuality). Do it because you are intrigued by the topic and about how well-received the book is. DO IT BECAUSE YOU WISH TO APPEASE ME.

I frankly don’t care why you do it, just do it. Read the book. REAAADDDDD IT.

Until Next Time,

At which time you have hopefully read this,

Monica

#scythe #utopia #book review #books #book #comprosedreviews #ya

[porkchop-ao3]

Flesh Curtains Rick, realizing that he's getting serious about a girl. Maybe some smut and ~feeeeeeeelings~ if you're up for it. Good luck with your classes!

Hope this is what you’re after! Sorry it took a while, thanks for wishing me luck! :D

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I leaned over my vanity table to get close to the mirror, applying my deep plum lipstick as neatly as possible despite my shaking hands. I was nervous. I shouldn’t be, this was just a date, just a casual drink, nothing big. It could turn out to be a dud, pointless, and that was fine. I didn’t need to put pressure on myself. I looked myself up and down in the mirror at my calf length black dress, it hugged my figure in a flattering way that probably did my body a little too much credit; sucking in my tummy and accentuating my hips. I looked pretty damn good, if I said so myself.

A familiar wrooping sound filled the room, and green light was cast across the wall. I was so used to it now, it didn’t even make me jump. I turned in time to see Rick stepping through the portal, looking sweaty and disheveled, clearly he’d just finished a show on another planet. He stalked towards me with a tired smirk, looking me up and down, humming appreciatively. He reached for me, cupping his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me in for a rough kiss, possessive.

“Mm, look at you; all, all dressed up for me.” He growled, his other hand moving to grip my waist. He kissed me again, his tongue slithering into my mouth and flicking against mine, I made a sound of protest against his lips, bringing my hands up to his chest. I tried to push him away, I really did, but my arms were weak and it was so fucking hard to resist Rick when he was like this. He was so passionate and grabby, squeezing at my everything and pulling me into his aura; infecting me with his insatiable lust.

“Rick-” I gasped as he moved his lips to my neck, sucking on my jugular and bringing up a purple blush that marked me as his. “Rick, stop. I can’t- I have a date.” I choked out, and he froze.

“A date? No, no you don’t.” He grumbled, pulling back to look at me. My lipstick was smeared over his lips and I reached a hand to his face, running my thumb across his mouth to remove the pigment.

“I do. My friend set it up.” I told him, and anger flashed in his eyes. His arms encircled my waist and he lifted me up. I squeaked, wrapping my arms and legs around him for stability as he carried me towards my bed. He threw me down, and I bounced up and down on the mattress, staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights. “Why should you care? You only like me because I spread my legs for you.” I pointed out to him, and he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, sure. Tha-that’s the only reason I like you.” He muttered sarcastically, climbing on top of me and sitting over my thighs and pinning my wrists down on the bed, so I couldn’t move. Arousal stirred in me.

“Yeah. It is. I’m just your post-show fuck. Maybe I wanted something more.” I told him, narrowing my eyes. He groaned in annoyance, and I glanced down to notice his hard on straining against his tight pants. That did not stop my growing arousal.

“Something more? Wh-what, you want me to take you on dates and shit? I can- I can do that. You name the time and place, baby.” He said, bending down to plant kisses on my chest. My dress had slipped down a little, exposing more of my cleavage.

“What would be the point, Rick? There’s no meaning behind any of it, there’s no feelings there.” I went limp, staring up at the ceiling as he peppered me with kisses.

“God, you’re dumb.” I heard him say under his breath, and I wriggled violently on the bed in response, growling in anger.

“I’m not dumb!” I spat. He held me down with ease; he was stronger than he looked, and he shushed at me soothingly.

“Calm down, baby.” His voice was soft, and I couldn’t help but comply. “You think there’s no feelings here? Alright. I guess I could be a little more up front about it, I’m not exactly an open book when it comes to these things.” He nodded slowly, eyes scanning my face, my body.

“What?” I said, dumbfounded.

“You think I don’t feel anything for you? That’s bullshit, (y/n). Has been for weeks. I… you aren’t just my post-show fuck.” He told me, avoiding my eyes.

“Oh.” Was all I managed.

“I’m not- I don’t wanna talk about this shit right now. I’m tired and horny and I just wanna hear you moan my name.” He admitted, easing up his grip on my wrists and cupping my face instead. His lips met mine, and he rolled us over so I was on top. I rolled with it, sliding my hands down his body and unbuttoning his pants, I slid my hand inside, stroking him slowly.

“Oh God, I should probably text-” I started, my thoughts briefly turning back to the date I was due to be meeting in half an hour.

“No. Forget about it. Stand him up.” He interrupted, his head rolling back against the mattress and his eyes slipping closed. He moaned softly as I worked him.

“I feel bad.” I admitted.

“Leave it.” He said irritably, his voice slurring a little. I reached my free hand to his jaw, gripping it and shaking his head gently.

“Don’t you fall asleep on me.” I said harshly.

“I’m not, th-that feels good, I’m- I’m just resting my eyes.” He said, and I sighed heavily, letting go of him and tugging his pants down to his thighs. I don’t think he was expecting it when I gathered my dress up, pulled my underwear to the side and lowered myself onto his cock. His eyes flashed open, and his hands flew to my hips. “Argh, fuck. So good.” He said breathily, grinding up into me.

I started riding him at a punishing pace; taking what I needed from him. That’s what he gets for making me do all the work, I thought. He grunted loudly, his tired eyes rolling all over my face and chest, he licked his lips hungrily. He cursed under his breath and guided me up and down by my hips, pressing his head back into the mattress.

“Take-take your dress off, baby.” He told me, and I stilled for a moment, complying with his request; I pulled it up and over my head, tossing it behind me. “Oh wow, matching lingerie, huh? W-were you hoping to get some tonight with that, that date of yours?” He teased, though there was an edge of genuine annoyance in his tone. I frowned down at him, grinding my hips in circles to stimulate my clit against him.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Rick.” I told him, and his brow furrowed in anger. He sat up on his elbows and thrust up into me, rough and unforgiving. I gasped at his sudden burst of energy, leaning back and balancing by my hands on his thighs.

“Jealous? You think- no it’s not jealousy, sweetheart. I’m pissed off.” He admitted, grunting with effort as he slammed into me, I was sure to have bruises by the end of it.

“Oh my- fuck… why?” I breathed, my body going weak with the pleasure.

“Because you’re mine.” He told me matter of factly, and I shivered at his words. “You’re- I don’t wanna share you. Don’t you get that?” He growled, and I nodded meekly.

“Rick…” I sighed, reaching a hand down to rub my clit in quick, tight circles. “I’m close.”

“Listen to me.” He said angrily, halting his thrusts. I let out a cry of disappointment, looking down at him with questions in my eyes. “I’m trying to tell you- I wanna… I think we should start making this, you know, like, mutually exclusive.” He said, sliding a hand up the front of my body, over my tummy. “I know I’ve said before that this is just a casual thing, a bit of fun, or whatever. But lately I… I don’t like the idea of you with other people.”

“If this is just about you being possessive and wanting to like, own me or some shit, well… well I want out.” I admitted, sitting up and crossing my arms over my chest. Rick sighed and shook his head. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down so I was laying against his chest, he rolled his hips up in slow, sensual thrusts.

“No, it’s not like that. It’s like you said earlier, how you want more. I do too, but with you.” He said quietly into my ear. My body throbbed with sweet, warm pleasure, every slow grind of his cock against my g-spot filling me with tingles.

“Honestly?” I asked. I felt him nod his head. I leaned up and kissed him, and that was my answer. I needn’t bother verbalising it, because he knew from that kiss that I wanted it too.

He picked up his pace again, groaning against my lips with each thrust, his grip on me tightening. I felt myself building to the brink again, hanging by a thread as Rick’s movements became faster and messier as he chased his release. He parted his lips and moaned loudly with his eyes squeezed shut, and I felt him throbbing and spilling deep inside me. The slick sensation of being filled heightened my own pleasure, and I reached my peak with a gasp as he fucked me through his afterglow.

Rick slowed his thrusts but kept moving as long as his oversensitive cock would let him, and I buried my face in his shoulder. He kissed the side of my head, pulling out once the two of us were completely spent. I was rolled over onto my side, and Rick shifted to bury his face in my chest, sighing contently. He was still fully dressed, his limp cock just hanging out with his pants around his knees, but he didn’t seem to care at all. It was barely a minute before he was snoring softly, clearly knackered from the nightly shows he’d been performing that week.

I completely forgot about the guy who was waiting for me down at the local bar. I would wake up to receive two angry texts; one from him, and another from the friend that had set us up. And to be honest, I wouldn’t care at all.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #Flesh Curtains Rick x reader #fanfiction

[katekatharos]

I’ve just finished the Haikyuu!! anime and I’m full of feeeeeeeelings and its all @lunarflares and @rageprufrock‘s faults and I need to babble, so SPOILERS for all the anime under the cut

GENERAL THINGS I LOVE

They are all such DUMB BOYS and the show and everyone agrees with you, just lol yes they are so DUMB isn’t it wonderful and IT IS. Wonderful dumb volleyball idiots. 

There is no ‘Evil Team’ which deserves to be defeated! All the teams have their own reasons for playing, they all have different styles of playing, they all want to win, and that’s all okay! There isn’t a single character who deliberately aims to injure the opposing players! Wow!!

All the setters are so pretty. 

It’s very very much about the teams, not beating individual aces, even Shirotorizawa whose style is BUILT around the unbeatable ace - that’s the team’s style. 

They are all friends!! (Except Oikawa > Kageyama lol) but there is so much of the different teams helping and supporting each other its great!

TEAMS I LOVE

KARASUNO!! Dumb murder of mobbing crows from the concrete <3 I mean I’m boring I do tend to love the protagonist team but I love Karasuno SO much. 

I love that their all dumb friends and support each other and their academic idiot volleyball geniuses and get snacks after practice together and everything. 

I love that they work super super hard and lose SO MUCH so by the end of season three their victory feels well and truly earned. There’s very little ‘I have honed this amazing technique in isolation and will now pull it out for the first time in an official match and shock my own teammates’. When that kinda thing does happen it’s usually because Hinata has misunderstood simple instructions and done something impossible XD

I love that for long stretches of time Hinata isn’t even in the match and that’s okay because its the TEAM who are the protagonists they all have amazing stories and victories. 

I love in the second season when they started to get a reputation and they walk into the sports centre and everyone is murmuring about how amazing they are and they are still ULTRA EMBARASSING STUPID DORKS.

Sawamura: Solid dependable captain type who you doesn’t really stand out but when he’s gone BOY do you notice!! He’s so good, he’s such a good boy, he’s so good at keeping these idiots pointing in the same direction and happy and healthy and a TEAM. 

Sugawara: I fell in the love with him when he made that awful face as he slammed the gym doors on Hinata and Kageyama. C: He’s so mature and gracious and cedes his place as official setter to a genius first year because it is the right thing for the team, and of course it’s difficult and he struggles with it but he copes and goes out of his way to hammer basic social interaction into Kageyama’s dumb head. (Contrast: Oikawa :D)  But he’s not just forgotten! And every time he’s on the court it’s a game changer and he’s amazing and I’m always SO HAPPY when the three third years are playing together!!!

Asahi: Big scary fraidy cat anxious ace <3 <3 so big. so soft. 

Tanaka: Boring wannabe punk character destined to be overshadowed.... was my first reaction but NO he is so ridiculous and so good and a really, really strong player in his own right (I wish I had quarter of his mental toughness) and he cares SO MUCH about all his team and every time he makes a scary face I cackle especially when Daichi immediately tells him to stop it.

Nishinoya: He keeps sneaky up on me and stabbing me with how awesome he is - just so super confident and dependable 

Ennoshita: interchangeable forgettable second year comes out of nowhere and hits you in the feels. Also wow they are actually doing succession planning? Awesome!

Hinata: bouncy dumb ball of scary overpowering sunshine. I really love his evolution, for refusing to stick to what works 90% of the time and for taking control - I love that the big emotional moment was Hinata trusting Kageyama enough to jump with his eyes closed but that wasn’t enough, he wanted to have control as well, and that caused them to fall out but then they rebuilt their trust stronger as EQUAL PARTNERS. 

Kageyama: awkward boy. Everytime he thanks another team member and apologises or asks for feedback on a toss I clap because baby well done you have grown so much. 

Tsukishima: I didn’t much like him at first - boring obligatory bully character - but now I WILL FIGHT FOR HIM omg such a precious string bean omg his backstory with his brother is so painfully realistic and the way he holds himself back from fully engaging because it will just hurt more that way when you loose OUCH THAT IS HITTING WAY TOO CLOSE TO HOME SHOW THANK YOU but in season three when he just. goes for it. wow. (and his brother is adorable and ridiculous)

Yamaguchi: Boring minion bully NO amazing precious friend who works so hard and I think his serve in the first Seijoh game was the most stressful, painful moment in the series, even more than Hinata’s failed match point and then his five points in the second game just *Flails hands*

Shimizu: Amazing. Wonderful. I love that she is treated as just as important a member of the team, that she is just as committed as the other third years, I love that she recruits her tiny manager and just OPENS up and smiles and chats with her and is such a good friend. 

Yachi: Tiny lesbian! Tiny anxious nerd! Who is so scared and grows so much and who makes fantastic posters which ENABLE THE CLUB TO ACTUALLY DO STUFF. 

Sensei and Coach: So good and SO MARRIED it’s not just me who thinks that right? 

SEIJOH!!! oh man I am still so sad. I’m so happy for Karasuno but so sad Seijoh who never got to go to the nationals and more importantly didn’t get to beat Shiratorizawa. 

I love that they’re the main antagonist team for the first half of the series but they are the team of zero geniuses and TEAMWORK and TRUSTING EACH OTHER and BRINGING OUT THE BEST IN EACH OTHER. 

When they stole Oikawa’s catch phrase from him I made a literal cooing noise it was embarrassing. 

Like, their first match they made me want Seijoh to win which is awesome, and then their second match I STILL wanted Seijoh to win despite also wanting Karasuno to win, it’s so hard. 

I love Sugawara in part for his grace in dealing with his genius kouhai but I love Oikawa for THE EXACT OPPOSITE REASON (lets be honest I’d be Oikawa but I’d cope with it even less well and probably just go away and cry.)

I love that he’s a brat and childish and self-centred and is smug and gloats horribly and has a disgusting personality but that’s he's also empathetic and strives to bring out the best in others, that he developed those skills because they would get him what he wanted (victory) not out of an innate selflessness but that his faith and trust in his team are no less real for that.  I love that he is not a genius but is someone geniuses admire/ are scared of. 

I love that is so elegant and pretty when he plays and yet pulls them most awful faces. 

I love he was the only one we didn’t see cry at the end of the second Seijoh match and gave Iwa-chan the thump across his shoulders. 

I love his and Iwa-chan’s relationship (I’ve heard Iwa-chan so much I cannot now remember Iwa-chan’s real name) I love that Iwa-chan was the one to stop him from self-destructing when he went to hit baby Kageyama (ouch!!) and basically bullied him into being a better person and gave him his life philosophy. I love that Oikawa seemed to decide to deal with all his negative feelings towards Kageyama by just being as childish as possible towards him.

I ADORE him turning up to watch the final match and wanting neither of them to win and refusing to stay to watch the award ceremony, but still kind of begrudgingly claiming 

I HOPE HE AND IWA CHAN GO ON TO PLAY LOTS OF VOLLEYBALL AND HE GETS A CHANCE TO DEFEAT USHIWAKA IN A MATCH I just really want him to be able to defeat Ushiwaka in a match okay :(

ALL THE TOKYO TEAMS I love them all 

Bullshit things I now want

I’m having flashbacks to Prince of Tennis but now I really want a good Warring States era AU urghhhhh

That dumb anime only PoT arc where every single team went to that Japan training camp? I want that, I want every single team being dorks. 

For some reason I really want an AU where Oikawa (and Iwa-chan) did go to Shirtorizawa and Oikawa and their demon coach basically made war on each other for three years because wow clash of styles it would be a complete disaster and amazing. 

Final thing is, I really really can’t ship Kageyama and Hinata? I look at all the fic for them and every summary includes the bit Kageyama and/or Hinata realises they FEEL something for their team mate and I just go NOPE, too OOC. I literally cannot imagine either of them having enough braincells/self-awareness to notice anything outside volleyball.

I have this mental imagine of Kageyama and Hinata rolling all over the floor tangled up together and screaming at each other and the rest of the team is looking sidelong at Sugawara and he glares back at them to say “I know I’m the team Mum but I draw the line at explaining to my kouhai why they get tingly feelings in their pants when they do this.”

And because Sugawara won’t explain their emotions to them they never figure it out. 

#haikyuu!! #haikyu #karasuno #seijoh #oikawa #because I somehow ended up talking about him the most

[secondstartotheright-imagines]

Some Stories Can Be Rewritten

Request: From Anon -  Hi! So I know you only briefly mentioned the possibility of writing for other characters from OUAT but I was wondering, if you did decide to go down that route, could you do a David x Reader where he was always a Prince (no brother) but ran away to Neverland when he realised he never wanted the responsibility of being King? They became really close on the island but then they were ripped apart. They reunite years later only for her to find that he is now with Snow. Lots of feeeeeeeels too! :D

Note: I know I wrote far too much angst in this but wanted to give it a really good go. Hope I did your request some justice anon! :)

David Nolan x Reader

Words: 1649

Warnings: Angst! - That’s it!

Disclaimer: First and last GIFs aren’t mine (all credit goes to the creators.) Second one is mine.

You had no idea how long you had been on Neverland for but you had never really had the reason to sit there and try to work it out. You had so much fun on this island, even if your initial appearance here on the island hadn’t gone down very well to start off with, but eventually the Lost Boys, and Pan, accepted you and you fell into daily life here easily. You got along with all of the boys but there was one in particular you had developed a close relationship with......David. He hadn’t been on the island himself for very long before you had arrived which gave the two of you some common ground to get talking. Talking which quite often went on well into the night. As the other Lost Boys slept soundly in their tents you and David would sneak off to your favourite part of the island.....an open field which had the most perfect view of the stars shining in the night sky. It wasn’t the most amazing place but it was the best that Neverland had to offer and, most of all, it belonged to the two of you. None of the other boys had any reason to go there so you were always alone with one another. Usually you would both simply lay down on the ground, eyes cast up to the stars, and talk about anything and everything that came to your minds. But one night he had decided that the stars weren’t good enough to look at and instead he let his gaze fall upon you. It was only when he hadn’t spoken to you that you realised he was doing it. Immediately you laughed but it wasn’t one of amusement....it was more nervous than anything else. “Oh my god do I have something on my face? I was sparring with Slightly earlier and my face kinda made friends with the floor a few times.”

Your hand reached up to your cheek as you spoke as you frantically began to wipe away any remnants of dried dirt that may have been decorating it. Your hand was soon joined by his though as he gently removed it from your face before intertwining his fingers with yours as his gaze turned a little more serious. “There is nothing on your face [y/n]. I’ve just never really taken the time to admire you before.” Your face dropped at that moment, your heart skipping a beat as it did, and for once.....for once in all the time you had known him you were completely speechless. Something which seemed to amuse him a little as he propped himself up onto his elbows and moved a little closer to you. It felt like a big brass band was playing inside of your chest as your heart rate reached the fastest it had ever been. “You’re the only one I have cared about spending time with here. The boys are fun, yes, but you.....I can talk to you.” You couldn’t say anything, there was far too many emotions running through you that you had never felt before, it was a situation you never thought you would find yourself in and although you knew you felt incredibly happy there was also a part of you that was terrified. This was Pan’s island, not yours, and he wouldn’t be happy with what was happening here at all. “David I-“ “What the HELL is going on here?!” The loud boom of a voice shattered the silence that had begun to envelop the two of you and your eyes widened in sheer shock as you quickly pushed yourself up onto your feet. “Pan wai-“ Your voice was abruptly silenced by a simple wave of the boy’s hand. The King of Neverland, your leader, had caught the two of you together and although he may have looked like no more than a boy he was anything but. He was a demon and he HATED it when things weren’t going his way. His usual sharp green eyes were enveloped in a darkness that made them look like two black holes and there was a scowl tugging at his lips that made him look almost like a predator about to jump on its prey. “I don’t want to hear petty excuses. All this time I have been waiting for the two of you to come to your senses, to realise that this kind of thing is not welcome on my island, you have not.....so now I need to make sure you are both taught a lesson. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

You sat yourself on the cliff edge that overlooked Skull Rock, your eyes drifting over the vast sea that surrounded the island, and although it had been a long time since that fateful day you could still feel the sting of your broken heart. Time on Neverland had never gone so slow before and you no longer enjoyed being here….not now that it was a punishment set by Pan. He had sent away the one and only person you had cared about and now, even surrounded by the other boys, you felt alone. His last six words played out in your head over and over again as though they were on an endless loop, there to torture you even more, and before you could even stop it from happening tears began to leave your eyes and roll down both of your cheeks.

“I will always find you [y/n]”

That was when Pan had ordered the shadow to tear his hand away from yours and send him back to the Enchanted Forest.

You’ve hated him ever since and have been trying everything you possibly can to get yourself off this island. You haven’t believed in Pan in a long time, thinking that would be the east way off, but it hadn’t worked. He knew exactly what you were trying to do.

Which is why you went for the last resort, struck a deal with the pirates the last time they had come to the island, and when you see the familiar shape of the Jolly Roger appearing in the horizon you wipe the tears away from your eyes and stand yourself up.

This is it…..this is your way back home….to David. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Your new surroundings started to unlock memories you had once pushed deep into the back of your mind and after just a few short minutes you are able to remember where exactly in the realm you were. The castle was just a half day’s walk away from here and despite the reluctance you knew he’d had about following the path he had been born on you know he will be there.

Your heart begins to race at the prospect of seeing him again, just as it had done all that time ago in your special place, and your pace quickened even though you were desperate for some sleep.

Would he be excited to see you?

He will have grown in the time you have been apart but you hope that it hasn’t been by much.

Would he even recognise you?

There’s so many questions running through your mind that you almost miss the sound of two voices a few feet away from where you are stood. From what you can tell it is a man and a woman speaking to one another – they are trying to be quiet but from your years on Neverland your hearing has heightened immensely. You needed to know when one of the boys, or Pan, was lurking after all.

You hide yourself behind a tree and peek your head around the thick trunk until your eyes fall upon two figures. The male was instantly recognisable. He has aged since you last saw him but the smile that was currently lighting up his face was one you had fallen so in love with over all those years. That oh so charming smile that set off the butterflies in your stomach each and every time.

He looks so regal in the attire he is wearing and you can’t help but admire him for putting aside his reluctance so he could-wait…..the woman with him…..

You watch as he reaches out a gloved hand and places it on the dark haired woman’s cheek, their eyes meeting with one another’s as yours had done before Pan broke you up.

“I will always find you Snow….”

They were yours. Those words. They were the ones he had spoken so truthfully to you and yet now he was speaking them to another in your place. When he had been taken away from Neverland you never thought your heart could hurt any more. You were wrong. This was the worst pain imaginable. Your already broken heart is completely shattered and beyond repair as you pull your gaze away from him and begin to walk away.

David looked up at the moment, unaware that anyone had been watching him and Snow, and he saw you walking away. For a moment or two he has the urge to run after you, take you into his arms as he had dreamed of doing for so long.

“[y/n]….”

But he fights it.

Instead he watches you until you disappear from view. A loving smile tugging away at his lips as a single tear collects in the corner of his eye.

Two broken hearts. One broken promise….but a whole new story just waiting to be told.

#david nolan x reader #once upon a time #neverland #peter pan ouat #prince charming ouat #imagine #request #jolly roger #pirates #enchanted forest #reader #lost boys #david nolan ouat #robbie kay #josh dallas #secondstartotherightimagines #ouat #some stories can be rewitten #prince charming x reader #snow white ouat #peter pan #second star to the right #onceuponatime #peter pan imagine #david nolan imagine #reader imagine #prince charming #david nolan

[danafraedrich]

June Book Mini-Review Bonanza!

Wait, didn't we just do one of these? Sort of. I've been traveling a lot lately, so the blog hasn't been updated as much. For those of you who came out to see me in Cleveland, Nashville, or New York, thanks! I adore meeting you amazing peeps IRL! I hope to do a post on surviving BookCon soon. For now, though, let's get to the books!

Age of the Ashers by Diana Tyler (audio) Young Adult, Mythology and Folk Tales, Sci-Fi and Fantasy 3/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Buy it on Amazon I reviewed Diana Tyler's Armor for Orchids about a year ago, and I really enjoyed the narration for that. The same person did the narration for Age of the Ashers, but for some reason it just did not work for me with this book. The quality was just as good, but I think maybe because this story is quite a bit more action-adventure-y, the narrator's soothing tone failed to get me excited. I think this is a book I would have enjoyed just plain reading better. As for the story, though, it was pretty good. I especially loved the world building. Diana pulled me into this alternate reality with ease, and the dystopian meets current day technology meets Greek mythology was really interesting. The cast of characters was an interesting choice too, as we meet Apollo and Hermes and Orpheus. This is a Christian fiction book very much in the same vein as The Chronicles of Narnia, and I always find it interesting the way authors who tackle this sort of story manage deities of other faiths and Jesus/God. I found myself curious about the Greek gods and want to know more about what the rest of them are up to. Artemis, anyone? Where's my girl Artemis at!?

Darkened Light by Sarina Langer (beta read, releasing August 20th) Sci-Fi and Fantasy This is a bit of a weird one because Darkened Light isn't available until August 20th, and given that I was a beta reader, it might change a bit. Lemme tell you guys, though, this story is awesome! I had so many feelings while reading. FEEEEEEEELS! And just look at that cover. 😍 I friggin LOVE it! Here's the blurb for the book: The death goddess Ithrean has led the dead to their rest and watched over them in Dunhă for centuries, but they are no longer at peace. Their souls turn the red grass black, and their corruption seeps into the world of the living. Naavah Ora is an elven mage who can enter Dunhă at will, and study its corruption like no one else can. Doran is a runaway thief who cares about nothing as much as the next treasure, even if it puts his own life in danger. 840 is the only male sacrifice in his village, longing for a chance to live. Ash is a troublemaker who is learning that he can’t burn his way through every obstacle. To halt the coming darkness, they need to work together. It’s too bad they are too different to get along.

The Language of Thorns by Leigh Bardugo Young Adult, Sci-Fi and Fantasy, Fairytales and Folklore 5/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Buy it on Amazon I almost didn't want to like this book because the tiny hipster that lives inside me resents the hype around Leigh Bardugo. I'd never read any of her other books before this one, but everyone I know adores her work. Everyone! I now see what all the hype is about. Leigh Bardugo's work is phenomenal! It's subtle and expertly crafted and graceful and beautiful. I want so badly to write as well as she does. #WritingGoals. This book takes popular fairytales and turns them on their head. The Beauty and the Beast and The Little Mermaid retellings were my favorite, but they're all outstanding. I can't say enough good things about this book.

Vampires Drink Tomato Juice by KM Shea Young Adult, Sci-Fi and Fantasy, Paranormal 4/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Buy it on Amazon I have been looking for good urban fantasy lately. I don't mean shifter or vampire romance. I want it all! A friend of mine has a great phrase for the kind of thing I've been looking for: everyday fairy problems, and VDTJ totally hit the spot. It looks at the usual paranormal/fantasy stereotypes and, like Yzma from The Emperor's New Groove, smashes them with a hammer! A vampire who gets sick at the sight or smell of blood, an emo centaur obsessed with technology, and hot goblins. I enjoyed this book so much that, despite how series'ed out I am, I bought the other two already. I did have a big issue with 1) the way the main character enforced stereotypes and categorized high school cliques - that shallow crap annoyed me in high school and iit annoys me now - and 2) the formatting of the book. Now that might have been the publisher's decision, but the formatting was all over the place. Italics, ALL CAPS, bold. It was kind of a mess. A mess wrapped in a fun story, but a mess nonetheless.

The Girl Who Once Thrived by Lacy Marie Young Adult, Sci-Fi and Fantasy 3/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Buy it on Amazon I had the opportunity to meet Lacy at Imaginarium last year, and she is such a lovely person. The Girl Who Once Thrived is a story of loss and healing. I immediately liked how Lacy shows how awful loneliness is. Loneliness is a prison that isolates you and convinces you that no one understands, no one cares, and you have no one and nothing to lean on. She also uses a grammatical person/tense that I've only ever seen used in The Night Circus, which created a very cinematic feel, like I was watching a film more than reading a book (1st person of some sort. Sorry, I don't actually know what this particular grammatical tense is called, so if anyone does, please let me know in the comments below). And while the fantastical world of Hesed in the book sounds amazing and is described with some really gorgeous imagery, a lot of pieces of the story didn't work for me. Firstly, the Watchmen in this world are just that. Men, and only men. All the men in this world become Watchmen, not women, which drives me insane. Can we please stop perpetuating this idea that women are incapable of things on the basis of their gender? Yes, men are generally bigger and stronger than women, but not universally. I have seen and met women who could break most people in half, so please stop with these sexist tropes. There are also a few points where the main character, from whose perspective the story is told, somehow just knows what another character is thinking. Nope, not unless you're a mind reader. This is something that makes me crazy when I'm reading a 1st person perspective book. It's a really interesting perspective, but it's also very limited in what the narrator can actually know. It can seem or look like someone is thinking something, or the narrator can guess or assume it or whatever, but they can't know it. And finally... y'all, I'm about to get super-duper real here... there's a line I will never be able to get behind.

"Death was too much for a six-year-old to have to process, but with the addition of his mother's extreme sickness and treatment, you can understand his detachment from reality."

Here's the thing. I was barely seven years old when I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia. And I straight up asked my doctor, "Am I going to die?" He told me I had an 85% chance of survival. That math was easy even for seven-year-old me. I had a 15% chance of dying, and I processed it, the idea of my own death while undergoing chemotherapy. I feel like this line so undermines children's resilience. I saw it in all my friends who were also battling cancer. They don't process things the same way adults do, but they still process it. Not gonna lie. This line made me angry, but the book is very sincere about how important healing is, and I absolutely commend Lacy Marie for creating a story to spread hope to the world.

So those are all the books I read in June. I'm now currently reading Heartstone by Elle Katharine White and loving it so far. It's Pride and Prejudice meets dragons, though, so what's not to love? What were some of your favorite books from June and what are you currently reading? Let me know in the comments below.

Thanks for reading!

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