Someone: Spanish Is Such A Sexy Language, I’ll Do Anything For U If You Speak Spanish 💛💜💛

“Scientists say that if you aren’t a fan of a celebrity, you have a 30% chance of meeting them in person, and if you are a fan of them, the chances are 10%” me:

AHHHHH LOVW LOVE LOVE IF YOU DONT READ THIS I TAKE PERSONAL OFFENSE

Kildare University- Senior Year: 6 (JJ)

Endings Announcement

AN: There is a slightly risque set of messages that will be at the end of this post, but it is separate and has a warning if you would like to avoid! It was requested by my pookie @k-k0129 and I HAD to deliver!!!

Synopsis: A Social Media AU in which you find yourself at Kildare University along with your friends. Starting over at a new school shouldn't be difficult. Well, except for the fact that your ex-boyfriend is the quarterback, and you are the drum major. Add in a little bit of drama, a lot of friendship, an ex who can't seem to let you go, and a best friend who has been in love with you since you were kids and well? Welcome to KU!

Pairings: Past!Rafe x Reader, JJ x Reader, Rafe x Reader

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“I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

i just wish it was easier. like. in general

I need some ideas!!

Thinking about writing some Outsiders based off the musical👀👀

This story NEVER fails to break me down with emotion. Both of their sides are awful but the reasoning is so painful. Truly a work of art❤️

HEARTBREAK: OFFLINE | 63

All | MASTERLIST (SMAU)

Pairing — Ex-BF!Rafe x Radio Host!Female Reader

Summary — You and Rafe were the perfect couple. But after a mysterious breakup, you went off the grid. When your best friends pulls you back into the spotlight to host a on-campus radio show, you find yourself opening up to the world about your experience. This time, with everyone listening—including Rafe. And him? He wants you back.

Content — college au, football player!rafe au, pregnancy (umbrella term for everything related including, but not limited to: abortions, miscarriages, etc.) and discussions of its grief.

Navigation — Part 62 | Part 63 | Part 64

Song — off the table by Ariana Grande, The Weeknd

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DOCTOR

Bradley Bradshaw x Navy doctor!reader

summary: Rooster has a crush on the base’s doctor

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Rooster had been to the clinic three times this week. It was only Tuesday.

“Doctor!” he called this time, barging through the door with as much grace as a plane crash, “I need help.”

You didn’t even look up from your papers. “I am well aware. Would you like me to refer you to a psychiatrist for evaluation?”

The man only rolled his eyes, walking the familiar path up to your desk. The clinic was empty for the time being, save for you. “Not that kind of help.”

“Oh really?“ You finished a signature, took your glasses from their place on your nose. “Then how can I help you, Lieutanent?”

When you turned your chin up, Bradley Bradshaw met your gaze with a friendly grin. With his tousled brown hair and dark flight suit, you had to admit he was a welcome change of scenery from the white walls and unsettling quiet of the infirmary.

“I told you, you don’t have to call me that.”

You gave him a teasing smile in return. “It’s protocol, Lieutenant, and you haven’t answered my question.”

“Right,” he drawled, gaze travelling over the small number of personal items by your computer. One finger moved to give a hard tap on your Darth Vader bobble head. He seemed to not know exactly what to say, and his next words came out lamely. “I have a headache.”

You almost laughed.

Yesterday, you’d given an aviator fourteen sutures for a gash sustained while punching out during an engine failure, and the whole time, he had insisted he was fine. Then here was Rooster, bringing you, the lead physician at the base’s infirmary, a complaint of a headache. This man would be the death of you.

“I see,” you said, deciding you’d play into the charade. “You know the drill.”

You rose from your desk, nodded your head for him to follow you to one of the empty hospital bed in the corner used for checkups. He did, bounding ahead of you in long strides and sitting heavy on the white sheets.

He looked at you at face level now, brown eyes expectant in a way that made you busy yourself with gathering your instruments. A blush crept its way over your cheeks when you felt his gaze follow your movements. You quickly washed your hands then drew closer to examine his head.

“Have you had any in-flight complications recently?” You asked.

Your fingers ghosted through his hair, and you could’ve sworn Bradley shuddered.

“No, ma’am.”

“Any unusual physical activity?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Nausea? Vomiting? Dizziness?”

You were running a hand gingerly over the back of his head now, meaning you had drawn closer, and Bradley turned his chin up. For a beat, your eyes met, and you hurried to focus back on your job, pushing away the warm feeling in your belly and the troublesome thought that he smelled like Old Spice.

Bradley’s look was knowing, almost amused. “None of the above.”

“Have you experienced a head injury?”

A pause.

“Would it count if I fell head over heels for you?”

You pulled back, trying–and failing–to hide the smile tugging at your lips. Bradley saw and smirked.

“Not unless you lost consciousness,” you answered. “Now, follow my light.”

You tested his vision, his reflexes, everything you needed before taking a final step back. You had enough to make your diagnosis, and your expression was somber.

“Well, Lieutenant, I have good news and bad news.”

Bradley’s brows rose. “I’ll take the bad first.”

“The bad news is that I am certain your headache is caused by spending far too much time around Hangman,” you said, “and I’m afraid I can’t remedy Lieutenant Sersine’s entire personality.” Bradley let out a loud laugh, the kind that filled the room. It made you smile. “The good news is,” you pulled a small bottle from your coat pocket, “I have Tylenol.”

Bradley grinned. “You’re a miracle worker.”

“So I’ve been told.” You shook a white pill into your hand and held it out. “This should kick in in about thirty minutes. Consider yourself cured.”

Halfway to taking it from you, Bradley stopped, curious eyes glued to your outstretched left hand. When he spoke, you could hear his surprise.

“Haven’t seen that here before,” he murmured. “Were you always wearing that?”

You followed his gaze to the wedding ring on your finger, a simple band and diamond that glimmered under the white lights.

You shrugged. “I usually have it on a chain when I’m on base. But it’s been a slow day, so I figured it’d be safe for doing paperwork.”

Bradley hummed and took the pill, swallowing it dry. He began to stand.

“Must be one lucky guy,” he said.

“Oh, he is,” you replied, leaning a hand on your hip. “Though sometimes he’s one lucky pain in my ass.”

Bradley’s brows rose a good bit, and he looked like he suddenly needed to make a hasty exit. “Right. Well, thanks Doc, I feel much better now, but I gotta get back or Maverick’s gonna have my head and then it’ll hurt even more.”

Bradley hurriedly gave you a salute before turning and starting towards the door. Behind his back, you rolled your eyes and called after him in a singsong voice. “Goodbye, Lieutenant Bradshaw.”

Bradley paused with his hand on the door and looked relieved to know your annoyance had been feigned. He shot you a boyish smile.

“Goodbye, Doctor Bradshaw.”

“I was kidding, you know,” you added, gesturing around the clinic. “You can come visit me any time you want. The Navy knows we’re married and Mav was at the wedding, so you don’t need to make up excuses.”

“Yeah,” Bradley turned away again, the door slowly starting to close, and raised his voice enough to reach you, “but where’s the fun in that?”

Sweet Pea: Well aren’t you sugar and spice and everything nice.

Jughead: Well aren’t you rudeness and sarcasm and… um…

Sweet Pea: No, you go on. If you find something that rhymes with sarcasm and makes sense, I’ll admit that we’re friends.

what are we out here doing

OBSESSED. GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET EVERY CHAPTER.

Kildare University- Junior Year: 1

Synopsis: A Social Media AU in which you find yourself at Kildare University along with your friends. Starting over at a new school shouldn't be difficult. Well, except for the fact that your ex-boyfriend is the quarterback, and you are the drum major. Add in a little bit of drama, a lot of friendship, an ex who can't seem to let you go, and a best friend who has been in love with you since you were kids and well? Welcome to KU!

Pairings: Past!Rafe x Reader, JJ x Reader, Rafe x Reader

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