#I’m tucked in ALL 2025 and beyond.

[cyarskaren52]

This 92percenter will be in my house, minding my Black woman business, honoring Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., on the 20th. Iono who those other people are.

Rev Al, the 8% and the 20% can go. Will be chilling and crocheting.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Whumpuary 2025 4

Prompt 4: Insomnia

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reading

Warnings: None

A/N: Not very whumpy but I went where the muse took me.

“Hey.”

Daryl turned toward the sound of your voice, his tense posture relaxing the moment he laid eyes on you. It was that initial reaction to clue you in that something was wrong. Beyond that, he looked terrible. His skin was waxen, prominent circles blooming below his eyes. 

After a moment and a look that told you he had realized you had seen too much, he turned back to his small fire. “What’re ya doin’ out here?”

You sat down next to him, frowning at how he angled his face away, hiding behind a dark curtain of hair. “Checking on you, of course.” He grunted and reached for his knife beside the stump, sliding it into the sheath on his thigh after he stood. Then he was walking away from you, pausing at the entrance of his makeshift shelter. “Daryl.”

He paused, not quite looking over his shoulder. “Y’should get back ‘fore it gets dark.” Then he was out of sight. 

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, delicately pinching the skin for just enough discomfort to steel your nerve. On your feet in a flash, you stomped through the entryway with an utter disregard to what he was doing. You found him sitting on his sleeping bag, knees drawn up with his arms wrapped around them. The poncho he’d been wearing had been removed, tossed aside. His wide-eyed expression was warring somewhere between surprise and outrage. 

“The fuck ya th—”

“I told you I’m not letting you do this.” You snapped, dropping unceremoniously to your knees.

“Do what?” Now he just appeared bewildered. 

You knew he thought you meant to admonish his tireless search for Rick, but that wasn’t it. “All the way back at the farm, I told you I won’t let you push me away.” Understanding settled into his gaze, his head dropping to turn away again. “I meant it then.” You crawled forward, sitting back onto your heels once you’d reached him. He didn’t fight you when you cupped his cheek and guided him to look at you. Your voice softened even more than your eyes. “I mean it now.”

His jaw worked, the muscles and bones shifting beneath your palm. “Sorry.” He finally muttered. Your lips tilted into a gentle smile, thumb stroking over the darkened skin beneath his eye. 

“It’s okay.” He looked even worse up close: eyelids pale with a purple hue, lips dry and cracked. Haggard. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself.” When he scoffed and attempted to jerk free of your hold, you reinforced it with your other hand cradling the opposite side of his face, holding him steadfastly. “You haven’t.”

“M’fine.” Even without the ability to turn his head, he averted his gaze, only looking back when you chuckled. “What?”

“You’d say that even if you’d just lost a limb in a herd.” Allowing your fingers to slide up past his temples to card through his hair, gently working out the snarls, your eyes danced back and forth between his. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

His tongue slid out to run across his lips. He was carefully considering his words. “Hard to sleep knowin’ he could be out there.” Not exactly an answer. “Can’t sleep even when I try.” He was torturing himself, once again shouldering a responsibility that wasn’t his. As much as it pained you, Rick made his choice. He wouldn’t want Daryl running himself into the ground. 

“Where’s your map?” You queried. 

“Why?”

“Where is it?” You held his gaze, observing the exhaustion there. It was likely that same exhaustion that had him giving in so easily. He pointed toward a small table. The map was spread open, decorated with pencil marks. It didn’t take long to piece together his search pattern, and with a tap of your finger against the parchment, you glanced at him over your shoulder. “You stopped here,” you tapped again. “I’m gonna go search this area and you’re gonna sleep.”

“I ain’t gonna—”

“You’re gonna sleep.” You challenged, turning to cross your arms, eyebrow arched. “What does it matter as long as the search goes on?”

“Matters.” He sniffed, looking away.

“Daryl.” Crossing the space, you crouched in front of him. “You need help out here.” Your hands were already out placatingly when he shot you a look. “And there’s nothing wrong with that.” You studied one another for a quiet moment, the silence not entirely uncomfortable. 

“Y’need to be back with everyone else.” Daryl finally drawled, the first to avert his eyes. “Don’t need to be out here.”

“And you do?” You shot back, plopping backward into your behind. The archer sighed with a slight sway of exhaustion, still looking anywhere but at you. He was going to cave the moment he met your gaze and you knew both knew it. “Look at me.” And he did, blue eyes dancing before he dropped his head. 

“Fine.” He huffed. 

“Settled!” You clapped your hands together, granting an apologetic look when he started and glared at you accusingly. “Sorry.”

With a resigned eh, he stretched out on the sleeping bag, arms folded behind his head. “Gonna drive me nuts.” 

“And you love me for it.” With one last look at the map, you checked your weapons on your hips and thighs, smiling at him before stepping out of the shelter. You missed the upturn of one side of his mouth, his eyes already heavy as he watched your shadow on the tin walls grow smaller and smaller. 

“Guess I do.”

[pbaz7]

was going through an insane crash out yesterday and the tenn game was just the cherry on top. really needing this rn lmao.

“Go back to sleep, pretty.”

tearing up alr

“You’re lucky you look like your mama, you know that?”

if their kid does end up looking like azzi that little girl is about to be spoiled beyond anyone's wildest dreams

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re more important,” she sighed, giving her tiny hand a gentle squeeze.

🥹

“She thinks I don’t know it, but she’s been running my life since I was fifteen.”

azzi had her on a leash for nearly a decade atp

“I swear, she could tell me to do anything, and I’d do it. No hesitation,” Paige admitted, a small smile tugging at her lips. “And now you? I just know you’re gonna be the same way. I’m gonna be in trouble with you two. Probably broke.”

at least she's aware!

“And you? You’re the best thing we ever did…”

ever better than getting that 2025 natty?! (let me stay delusional)

Azzi’s heart melted.

how could it not

Azzi watched in disbelief before shaking her head. “Oh, this is ridiculous. She’s already got a favorite.”

p tends to have that effect on people unfortunately (fortunately)

Aliana was sound asleep, bundled up in her little UConn onesie, oblivious to the fact that she was about to make her first official appearance in Gampel Pavilion.

uconn fan since BIRTH quite literally

Azzi sighed, shaking her head as a small smile pulled at her lips. “I still can’t believe we call him Grandpa now.”

oh em gee this is adorable. geno pls get ur act together and stop making game losing calls and maybe this can happen irl!

“Oh. My. God,” she gasped, eyes wide with shock and excitement.

still extra and dramatic all these years later

her fingers already moving to undo the straps.

can't even call you out for the double entendre bc this is genuinely so adorable

Ice shook her head, laughing. “Oh, you already on that parent logic, huh?”

girl math parent logic

just Paige and Azzi, tucked into each other like they were back in college, stealing moments in between practices.

just thinking about them being so cute and annoying during practice and lit tearing up. I can't have it be over guys😭

Paige tightened her hold, letting out a small hum of satisfaction. “I missed this,” she admitted. “Just… holding you.”

longing for simpler times right with p and az... oh how I miss Hopkins p

“You’re my wife. Meaning you’re irreplaceable, Bueckers.”

literally can't imagine either of them with anyone else

When they pulled away, she whispered, “God, you’re beautiful.”

azzi almost looks like ai she's so perfect. like sometimes I wonder if she's real

Paige smirked. “I do know. But please tell me more.”

she's just the same

“Yeah, but when she doesn’t want to sleep unless she’s on your chest?

this trait seems to be hereditary then...

Paige pulled out the tiny noise-canceling headphones and carefully adjusted them over Aliana’s little head.

just thinking of kate martin holding her nephew with those stupid little headphones over his head

The moment people noticed the baby in Paige’s arms, the volume somehow got even louder.

cuz they know that little girl bout to be playing for them in like 17 years

After a moment, Paige sighed and carefully, almost reluctantly, shifted Aliana into Azzi’s arms.

this is so dad watching the Super Bowl core

Paige smirked. “Guess she likes messing with you already. Knew she’d be just like me.”

azzi got TWO of these hoes to deal with. someone give her an award for patience

“I get it, baby. Auntie Nika is a lot sometimes.”

would NEVER in a million years trust nika with my kid... but love that for p and az!

but they’re practically vibrating waiting to meet you.”

me core I fear

“She was always putting me first. It didn’t matter how much pressure she was under, how exhausted she was from practice—she always made sure I felt loved.”

azzi stop talking before I start sobbing

You and me? We’re the luckiest girls in the world.”

and a tear rolled down my cheek🥹

Paige leans in and presses a quick but lingering kiss to her lips, not caring in the slightest about the people around them.

just one of these is all I want! it doesn't even have to be on the lips guys just a cute little kiss on the forehead at the draft or smth

“I mean, can you blame me? I bagged the most beautiful woman in the world and we have the cutest baby ever. I think I’ve earned the right to be a little cocky.”

I mean she does have a point...

Paige and Azzi both chuckle at the comment. Paige leans in slightly toward Azzi, murmuring, “They’re already trying to recruit her.”

knowing who her parents are you can't blame em

“Move over, CD. Let me see my granddaughter.”

gramps is so sassy lmao

a familiar but unexpected face appeared beside them.

wait im scared

“You and Azzi still going strong, huh?”

who is this ugly hoe..

As soon as the woman was out of earshot, Azzi turned to Paige. “I thought we were done with your groupies at this stage.”

nah that's just what comes with marrying Paige bueckers

Now, Azzi was straddling Paige’s lap, her arms draped lazily over Paige’s shoulders as they kissed.

OH?!

“Doesn’t change anything,” she said, her voice low but firm. “You know I can’t do it.”

yeah im on team Paige here I would efintley not have sex in front of my kid lmao... no matter how young they are

Azzi let out a laugh just before Paige kissed her again, pulling her under the warmth of the water, their laughter fading into something softer.

can't even be mad I was robbed cuz this is adorable

ugh I love pazzi as parents so much

truly still in shambles about yesterday

dare I say I knew we were gonna lose from before the game even started...

anyway author, as usual, I love you

-🍉

tearing up alr

everybody said this 😭

ever better than getting that 2025 natty?! (let me stay delusional)

exactly you see the vision..yup..yup

oh em gee this is adorable. geno pls get ur act together and stop making game losing calls and maybe this can happen irl!

please luigi i need you to get it together

azzi almost looks like ai she's so perfect. like sometimes I wonder if she's real

this is so real

would NEVER in a million years trust nika with my kid... but love that for p and az!

i wouldn’t trust any of them with a child

and a tear rolled down my cheek

sorry 😬

just one of these is all I want! it doesn't even have to be on the lips guys just a cute little kiss on the forehead at the draft or smth

man gimme something please

also i’m letting that game drift from my memory permanently ✨

[duhitsitadori]

PART 1 of LOVE LANGUAGES (BLUELOCK)– PHYSICAL TOUCH

Featuring Kunigami, Nagi, and Kaiser. Tags: fluff, implied fem!reader Fandom: Bluelock Section: Concept Series, 1/20/2025 A/N: It's gonna be damn hard to finish this series with all five love languages because I feel like so many of the characters have quality time as their love language? But I feel like quality time is a really popular love language anyways so… enjoy the crumbs, folks. Sigh. Lmk ur love language hcs for other characters + why besides these three BTW this is not proofread so sorry if there’s any errors Song Suggestion: Hrs & Hrs – Muni Long (I’m doing song suggestions that I think fit the vibe so lmk if y’all like it and if I should do it more!)

Renuske Kunigami– Loves to gesture his love to you in meticulous ways, just as a small reminder to let you know he’s always there. He has a habit of making you flustered beyond belief through this, and he knows it. It’ll be in the least intimate of settings: sitting at a restaurant, at amusement parks, anywhere public really; he’ll put his large arm behind you as if he’s making room for him to relax a bit in all the chaos, and still have access to you any way he wants. It’s a dangerous game, but you don’t fight it. And if he really wants to make you quietly go feral, he’ll go for your ears. His arm would travel up from your waist while you're conversing with someone on the phone or busy with something in your hands– you’d shiver hoping your body's reaction would gently signal him to stop his advances, but he rarely ever takes it as a hint. His fingers would stop at its destination, tapping every so lightly on the back of your ear, brushing the back of his nail slowly up and down against the sensitive skin. He hums in satisfaction taking note of the way your breath hitches after a few strokes, waiting for you to finally break. At some point you swear you’re about to combust, the way he decides to tease you further by finding distraction in the hair tucked behind your ear, twirling it in in small twists and finally releasing it back into place. And to finish the act, he stops and fully removes himself from you, letting you continue whatever it is you were originally directing your attention towards. He’d take his phone out of his pocket, or turn away from you to make it all look seamless and unintentional. A sense of vacancy comes over you when he pulls away, and Kunigami feels your immediate longing glance from the side of his shoulder. You watch as a smirk creeps up on his lips, and he knows he has you when you tug on his shirt to ask for more.

Seishiro Nagi– Is a 190cm sloth that clings onto you like no tomorrow. In the beginning of your relationship, you would have never thought he was this touchy, or would initiate things for that matter. But now, about a year in, when you tell Nagi that you thought that about him, he suggests that you simply just didn’t notice how much he wanted you. You raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend, not knowing at all what he means– you swear in the beginning he’d become stiff as a board when you even so much as extended your pinky towards his hand. “I mean, really?” You pout, laying on top of the white-haired man. “Sometimes I think you just say those things to make me seem like I’m wrong.” Nagi loves it when it's like this. Lazy days, a whole lot of touching and quiet while doing things around the house or just indulging in your hobbies together. But Nagi privately cherishes moments like these the most, when you two go to bed after a warm shower and start up a seemingly futile conversation– living in the mundane with you is something Nagi Seishiro could do for the rest of his life, and forever really. You bury your face in his chest, grabbing his sweater slightly in embarrassment. Nagi looks down at the hair parting on top of your head, and a warmth overwhelms him. He thinks you look so cute like this, trying to hide yourself from him even though he knows he can see all of you, take all of you– whenever he wants. He respects you, there’s no doubt; but it never fails to please him seeing you all susceptible to him. He has this impact on you? God, you’re perfect. There’s never been a more perfect person for him. He needs you, you need him, and he gets all gushy thinking of how he wants to spend the rest of his days and every night like this. His hand reaches over to pet your head with his thumb, and you squirm a bit in response. He smiles, and leans down a bit just enough that you can feel his calm breaths on the tip of your ear. “Just admit you were a little naive, it’s okay.” He whispers, letting out a small chuckle. You feel blood rush to your cheeks, and ball up your fists. He rarely ever teases you, and plus it was a genuine thought. You groan, throwing your hands up and drop them on Nagi giving him a little thump on his chest as punishment.  “Sei!”, you let out a muffled blurt, kicking your legs on his. And he laughs. He laughs, and you wished you picked your head up, because you swore if you did you would’ve seen a smile full of teeth on your boyfriend. Nagi laughs with you, but he never has the courage to let the world see it covering his face before anyone can embrace his happiness. It happens rarely, and this time you missed it. Now you were really upset, and Nagi felt the way you let your face press even further into his chest. Your eyes wince, and you think maybe you’re just too tired to be thinking so much about really nothing at all. You let out another drawn out groan, and Nagi’s smile doesn’t waver as he watches you unfold. Though, he can say he felt a little pity. “Say,” Nagi says, grabbing both your shoulders and hooking his legs under yours. In one swift motion, he flips you under him, and his white hair is draping over your forehead. Sometimes you truly forget how big Nagi is, the way he just cages you with his torso alone. He tilts his head, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek, “You look pretty cute like this.” You roll your eyes, averting your gaze from him. “Like what, Sei.” You miss it, because you try to focus on the wall next to you, but he’s smiling again. “Like this.” He looks you up and down, but you just groan again in response. He brings his head in closer, whispering again like he knows exactly how to make you spiral. “Look at me.” And you can’t help it, obeying his loving commands. “There you are, my loving girl.”

Michael Kaiser– Has a hard time with his words, but shows you just how much he loves you whenever he can get his hands on you. He has no shame in showing it too, whether it be on or off the field– after all you are his pride and joy, why not show that off to the world? However, though he loves reaching into the stands and pressing his lips hard onto yours after a lengthy and victorious match, there is nothing better in the world to him than when he comes home from a laborious practice and he gets to indulge in you without any outside interruptions. To him, you’re like endless brain candy that won’t put his mind into overdrive, and he doesn’t want to stop consuming all of you for how at ease you put him. He’ll come home all sweaty and flushed from conditioning at practice, and see you lying lazily on the couch scrolling through your iPad. And he thinks he’s going crazy every time he comes home like this– all drenched, sweaty, and his mind a little bit foggy because for reasons he can’t name, it just makes you look ten times more ethereal in his eyes. You look over and smile, welcoming him home. His eyes flicker up and down at you after staring, and you watch as he snaps himself out of his little dreamy state. His hands reach up from his waist traveling through his blonde bangs, covering his eyes as a small, and what you think is a smug smirk starts to form on his lips. He laughs, letting out a quiet hum while still standing at the door. You tilt your head. “Micha?” you say, putting your iPad to the side. All he does is exhale, and let his shoulders drop as though he’s released a thousand weights. You wait, and still no response. You question him again, but this time, you motion to get up and he finally perks his head up from his hand. “No, no.” he whispers, so softly you’d think he’d just accidentally woke you up from a deep slumber and was trying to put you back to sleep. He begins to walk over, his large figure gracing over the carpet to the couch where you were sitting. “Stay where you are, mein liebling.” he continues. He uses the term of endearment often, but something about the way it left his lips like sweet dripping honey all exhausted, warm, and muscles still tense from his workout had you stuttering through your own train of thought. And just when you think you’re starting to put all the pieces together– that maybe he just had a bad practice, or a teammate was annoying, all common sense goes out the window. He pushes your shoulders down onto the brown cushion of the couch, gently as though you were made of glass and could shatter your skin if he just pounced on you. Heat was radiating off him, and a mix of sweat, cologne, and hint of grass floods your senses. You think you might just fall into all of him the way he gently brushes your hair off your forehead and puts his face close to your neck, but not enough to bury it. You think you could scare him off somehow if you even flinch, so you make sure to stay perfectly still so you can feel the way his breath deflects off your skin. Finally, he closes the agonizing gap placing a delicate kiss between your ear and the crook of your neck. He pulls away, and then he doesn’t stop; targeting your cheek, the point of your eyebrow, the tip of your nose, the depression of your cupid's bow, the pristine angle of your jaw– he loves it all. “M-Micha–” your breath hitches. “Is everything okay?” “It’s fine,” he responds, his own breath quickening between every other kiss he plants on you. “Everything’s fine.” He closes his eyes again and continues his indulgence. You feel another kiss, and another, and another. You close your eyes too, understanding there was nothing to figure out in the first place when he walked through the door.

NOT PROOFREAD.

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[iamliezldre]

Hello 2025!

Hi beautiful person, yes you!☺️

Thanks for coming on my writing platform.

Its 19 of 365 days, year 2025

💭On my mind...

In the span of just 18 days, a whirlwind of thoughts and reflections has swept through my mind, each moment a reminder of the beauty and chaos of life. I found myself standing at a crossroads, contemplating dreams I had tucked away on dusty shelves, yearning to breathe life into them. It was time to shake off the inertia and take those first steps toward the things I’ve always wanted to do. (🤔 about creativity to connect)

Among these aspirations was a desire to weave together the tapestry of my daily experiences—a collection of lessons learned, moments cherished, and insights gained. I envisioned a way to document my life, not in the traditional sense with endless videos or meticulous journal entries, but in snippets that captured the essence of who I am and the journey I’m on. After all, some moments are too fleeting, too profound, to be confined to mere words or images.

As this year unfolds, I find myself filled with a renewed determination to worry less. Yes, you heard that right! For someone who has often danced with the shadows of overthinking, I am learning to embrace the grace that each day offers. Resolutions have never quite resonated with me, but the idea of faith goals and nurturing healthy habits feels like a gentle guiding light in the fog.

With each sunrise, I am reminded that life is not just about what we accomplish, but about how we embrace the journey. Each day is a page waiting to be filled, a new adventure beckoning just beyond the horizon. So, here I am, ready to step boldly into the narrative of my life, capturing its essence in whatever form it takes, and allowing each moment to unfold as it should.

🌟New connections, Cherished friendships

This year, just before the TikTok ban, I had the chance to meet some truly interesting people, and I’m excited to get to know them better. 

We’re a group of Filipina women, each with our own backgrounds, now living here in the U.S. I’m working on being more social, eager to connect and share our lives together. 

As we do gather making calls or on group chat I found myself captivated—not just by their tales, but by the strength and resilience that flowed through our conversations. I realized that in listening to their stories, I was learning so much more than I could have imagined about life, culture, and the power of community. 

I was also on a personal journey, challenging myself to become more socially engaged, to reach out and connect with these remarkable women. With each shared laugh and heartfelt conversation, I felt the walls of my own hesitations crumbling, allowing me to embrace this beautiful mosaic of friendship.

And then there were my covenant friends, scattered across the globe yet forever close in my heart. Our friendships may be low-key, but the joy we share in our catch-ups is boundless. I miss those days when we could be together, wrapped in laughter and shared moments. Yet, I am grateful for technology, the invisible thread that keeps us linked. With every message, video call, and shared memory, I am reminded that distance cannot diminish the warmth of true friendship.

As I navigate this year filled with new faces and cherished connections, I look forward to the stories yet to be told and the bonds yet to be forged. Each day is an opportunity to grow, to learn, and to embrace the beautiful relationships that life has to offer.

💕That's my Sunday currently, I hope we all have a great and blessed ahead. Until next updates, insights & kwentos.

Blessings and Inspiration from God's Word:

"Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”

Romans 15:13 NKJV

#friendships #amazing2025

[mychameleonsix]

ILY Epilogue

**Year 2025** "Are you ready?" Soohyun said coming into my room. "My God, I'm not sure! I don't know what to feel anymore." I said looking at her through the mirror as she stood behind me, fixing a few stray strands from my chignon. "Relax, it's going to be okay." "What if something goes wrong?" "Everything will be okay, you're worried for nothing." "I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm only 31, Soohyun, are you sure this is a good idea?" "Kang Soobin can you stop? You're doing this today, stop thinking about it. Breathe." I was about to retaliate but a knock on the door ruined my train of thought. Soohyun and I turned our heads to the figure entering - it was Jiyoung, my sister's friend who did my hair and makeup today. I don't even look like I'm wearing makeup, she's that good. "Thank you for doing this in short notice, Jiyoung, you're a life saver." "My pleasure, I'm glad to be of service." "I'll definitely recommend you to my friends." "Thank you, Ri. Everything's looking good here, you're good to go. I'll see you out there." She said before checking my lashes one last time, and tucking a curl behind my ear. As soon as she left, Ken entered the room, with Chaerin on her tail. "What are you still doing here? Girl, let's go! Everybody's waiting for you." Ken said wagging a finger at me, over-exaggerating her movements, causing Chaerin to laugh at her expense. "Can't keep everyone waiting forever, you know." Chaerin said sitting down on the couch next to where I'm seated, texting on her phone. "This is all happening so fast. Please remind me again why I'm doing this?" "We've been going at this for the past two hours, give it up already Ri. You're doing this, you're ready. Now let's go!" Soohyun said rolling her eyes at me. "Okay, here we go!" ***Jae's POV*** It's a generally beautiful day today. The sky's clear, no signs of rain or any mishaps whatsoever. The weather's fine, not too hot, the wind just right. However though, what isn't right... is this tie I'm wearing. Goddamint, I've been trying to tie this damn tie for the past 15 minutes. "Can you please chill? Here let me do it." Brian said, walking towards me, grabbing my shoulders so I can face him. "You're more nervous than Riley, it's laughable." Sungjin said. "How'd you know?" "Chaerin sent me a picture of Riley looking as if she's about to have a mental breakdown." "What?" "Okay, calm down, I was kidding. She just sent a text saying Riley's just as nervous as you are right now. So can you, please, breathe for a minute." Sungjin said sighing. "Where's Wonpil and Dowoon?" I said throwing a pillow at him, slightly annoyed that he's making jokes at this time. "Wonpil's on his way back from picking up Hana. Dowoon's getting something from the car...hold still, I'm almost done." Bri said, focused on my tie. "There, all done! Good to go, hyung." "Finally!" Sungjin said standing up, at the same time Dowoon walked in with Wonpil and Hana in tow. "Why are you all still here? Aren't you supposed to be out there already? People are waiting!" Wonpil said to us; to me especially. "Wait a minute, I just want to say a word to all of you." I said, facing them - the four people who meant everything to me all these years. "Thank you for everything boys. You've been a family to me since day one, I don't think I'd make it through if it weren't for y'all. And now that there's going to be an addition to this family, I hope nothing's going to change. I'll always be here, still, no matter what happens." "Well duh, you're just getting married. We're still DAY6; tomorrow when we all wake up, everything will be the same between us. It's just that, now, you won't be in the room next to mine." Dowoon said. "Yeah, but you and Riley bought the house downstairs so nothing's really changing. Your room's going to stay as it is, hyung, don't worry." Brian said to me, patting me on the back. "Save your sappy self for your bride, will you? You might run out of words to say for your vows. Now can we please go? You can't be late to your own wedding Jae." Sungjin said and walked straight out. "Congratulations to the both of you, Jae. I'm so happy for you and Riley." Hana said to me as we all headed out. "Thank you, Hana. Don't worry, soon you'll be another addition to this growing family." I said with a wink, laughing at how flushed she immediately looked. "Hyung!" Wonpil said, slapping the back of my head. The audacity of this man? How dare he slap me on my wedding day. "What? It's true." "Shut up, today's not about Hana and I." "See, Hana, he's neither confirming nor denying it" I said still laughing. When we entered the church, a lot of people were already there; mostly close friends and family. We decided to have the wedding in LA so that we can have the privacy that we want. It was a mutual decision. "We'll start as soon as she gets here, okay Jae?" Our manager said to me before he went to sit beside the rest of the boys. I got my phone out to check the time but saw that Riley sent me a text. Jae! Yes, my love? I'm getting married today, can you believe that? What? No way? Who's the lucky groom? Some guy who plays in a band, amazing visuals, heavenly voice, tall, looks like a chicken. His name's Park Jaehyung! You know him? Isn't he that handsome guitarist from DAY6? Oh my God you know him? Yes! But wait, you know I'm getting married today too! Really? What are the odds. Who's your bride? Oh you know, the smartest and the most talented surgeon ever! Name's Kang Soobin, you know her? Omooo, Kang Soobin? You mean you're marrying THE Kang Soobin from cardio? She's like...my role model! She's amazing! And I love her. And she loves you too. See you in a few minutes! See you soon, wife See you soon, husband I smiled reading that last one. Husband. In a few minutes, I'm really getting married, wow. "Jae, she's here." Brian said beside me. He's my best man, they all are. Everybody in the church stood up and faced the back; anticipating the moment the doors open, and Riley walks in. God, I'm so nervous, my palms are starting to sweat. Okay here we go... 3... 2... 1... Wonpil started playing the piano as soon as the doors opened; my entire world stopping. I'm having a hard time breathing now, because I can't seem to comprehend how I got so lucky to be marrying the only girl I ever loved. The moment my eyes landed on Riley, it's as if it's the first time I'm seeing her. She looks so beautiful in her white dress, with a smile that reached her ears - no traces of tears. Meanwhile I was standing here, tears so uncontrollable it's starting to get embarrassing. When she reached the end, her dad gave her to me, giving me a tight hug and a firm handshake... telling me to take care of her daughter. Don't you worry, sir, I will; even if I have to take a bullet. Riley reached her hand up to me, wiping the tears streaming down my face. I got a hold of her hand in the process, pressing it more into my cheeks - feeling her warmth against my cold skin. I locked our hands together and walked with her to the altar. "We are gathered here today to witness a beautiful union between this lovely couple: Jae and Riley." Pastor John said. The pastor was saying a lot of things, the audience reacting to the stories he was sharing about Riley and I. We've known him our entire life since we grew up going to  this church. But my mind's not really processing anything that he's saying. I'm so focused on Riley right now, I can't stop staring at her. Can this day get faster, I just wanna go home and have Riley all to myself. "Jae...hello earth to Jae..." "Huh, what?" "It's time for your vows." The pastor said. "Oh right, yes...um my vows..." "Are you feeling alright, Jae? Do you need a minute? You look like you're about to cry." Pastor John said teasing me, while Riley and the audience laughed at me. "I'm okay, I was just sidetracked." "Your vows then, Jae." Taking a deep breath, I faced Riley and took her hands and locked it in mine, giving it a small squeeze. "People have different ways on how they call you. To some, you're Riri, Riles, Soobinah, Binbin, or even Rilester or Binah. Others call you by your real name: Kang Soobin or Riley Kang, and now Dr. Kang from Cardio has been added to the list. However though, to me, you're my Ri-bear, and you'll always be Jae's girl. We've been through so much already, Ri; and if there's one thing that I've learned in the years that we've been together, it's that love is not just full of romance. You need to work hard for it to make it work, to make it last. That's why today, as I stand before you, I promise not just to love you forever, but I promise I'll love you in every single waking moment of our lives. I can't promise you I'll be the perfect husband, because I won't. I also cannot promise you the fairytale life you dreamed of as a child. But I promise that I'll never stop loving you even when I hate you. I promise that I'll keep making you laugh even when you're angry, give you hugs when you're cold, feed you when you're too tired to eat for yourself, sing you to sleep when you can't, and to be the peace whenever you're battling a war with yourself or with anything.  You and I, we balance each other out. And that's how I want this marriage to be: a balance between love, respect, time, and effort. Today's only the beginning of a lifetime that we'll have to face together; and to be able to spend the rest of my life, standing beside you - supporting you, is a privilege that I am beyond honored to have. I love you Riley, in every language that I know, in every way that I can show, and with every piece of me. You are mine, just as I am yours." I ended my vows with a kiss to Riley's forehead, stopping myself from crying more than I already am. I can see her having a really hard time controlling the waterworks, probably scared she'll ruin her makeup. "Riley, I believe it's your turn to say your vows" Pastor John said, handing her the mic. "To many, our love story will probably seem as the typical friends-to-lovers type of story. But to me it isn't. Ours is special because I knew I loved you even before we were friends. I used to be that shy little girl who had no friends, was bullied and teased a lot because of my glasses, add to that the fact that I'm Asian, and that I'm actually good at math. But you, my fellow Asian boy, who were also teased and bullied a lot as a kid, saved me from those monsters and became my friend. It was in that moment I knew, you were special to me. You've always stood by me, defending and protecting me from the world. But let me tell you, my love - today I promise you, that from this day forth, I will fight the world to protect and defend you as well. We'll conquer the world day by day, just as we always had. Jae, as I stand in front of the people closest to us, to the witnesses of our love, I will only promise you one thing: that I'll never stop trying. I will try to always love you more than I already do; to make things work even when it gets tough; to understand you even if you start sounding unreasonable; to support you with your dreams and help you attain them, and to keep our love story never ending. Today our love story is turning its pages to the next chapter, and we'll keep turning its pages to the next chapter, and the next, and then the next one, til death do us part. And you know what makes this love story, our love story, a great one? It's because God wrote ours, with you and I as the protagonists.

I love you Jae, yesterday, today, and all the days that are yet to come. And just like that line our lyrical genius, Youngk, once wrote: you are my day, Jae. Forever."

After Riley said her vows, Pastor John continued on with the ceremony, saying a few more words and whatnot. But I'm only looking forward to one thing now: the kiss. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. Jae, you may now kiss your bride." He said. Gladly, pastor! I stepped closer to Riley, cupping her face in my hands, staring into her eyes. God, she's so beautiful. "I love you husband." She whispered. "I love you too wife." I said as I closed the gap between us, kissing her softly as the crowd cheered for us. 

[anotherashley]

A Separate History //  a 1988 film for Hockey Goes to the Movies with @nuuclearshow

2017 ‧ Romance/Comedy ‧ 2h 4m 

Plot: When Patrick Kane falls asleep it’s June 9th 2010. He’s just won the Stanley Cup. When he wakes it’s 2025, he’s married to Jonathan Toews, and that’s just the beginning...

June 9th 2010

It’s late by the time they make it back to the hotel. So late it’s probably early and all of them still drunk. Patrick’s covered in, well, he’s not really sure what he’s covered in anymore. Beer? Probably. Sweat? Definitely. Tears? Check. Vomit? At least a little. Fucking awesomeness? Without a doubt.

He still has his under-armour on, the Stanley Cup Championship T-shirt over that, some kind of pants and a lopsided snapback. He feels seriously fucking disgusting, and sticky, and tired, as he makes his way off the bus and into the hotel lobby. He could sleep for a thousand peaceful years and yet he could never sleep again with the way his heart hasn’t stopped racing all night.

He scrubs a hand over his face and feels jittery and shaky as he laughs. There’s this feeling of insane euphoria that he can’t hold inside himself, not even if he tried. It’s a breathless, helpless sort of gasp that bubbles up out of his throat until he’s choking on it, eyes watery as Sharpy and Bur drunkenly argue beside him.

Sharpy stops mid-sentence when Patrick’s laughing has reached a high enough volume to filter through their bickering. “You okay, Kaner?”

He laughs again, loud and beaming and giddy. He’s not sure if he’s floating, but he could be with how weightless he feels.

“I’m fucking awesome,” he says, smile stretching his face wide.

“You’re smashed, Peekaboo,” Sharpy grins.

“That too,” he says and hiccups.

“Go to bed before you vomit on yourself,” Bur adds, pulling him in for a noogie.

The knuckles digging into his scalp are too rough and he bats them away as he tries to maneuver himself back into an upright position. The world tilts and spins a fraction, and he sways into a solid wall of a human being.

“Hey,” Jonny murmurs, arms cradling Patrick close.

They walk together like that for a bit, tangled and two-stepping down the mostly deserted hallway, until Patrick is steady on his feet again.

He grins dumbly, eyes glassy and unfocused, but still able to see Jonny’s pleased expression and horrible chin pubes. “We did it. I mean we did it, right? It's real?”

Jonny’s smile glows. “Yeah, Peeks, it's real. You did it.”

“We did it, dude. Both of us. All of us. I totally did it best, but still.”

“Well, except I won MVP so—“

“So you think the Conn Smythe is better than the Stanley Cup?”

“I don't have to choose because I've got both now,” Jonny smirks.

“Because of me and my game winning goal,” Patrick shoots back, smug.

“Oh, so what happened to ‘We did it, Tazer. Both of u—‘”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up, you asshole. Let me have my moment. I deserve it.”

“You do.”

They smile at each other for a long beat.

“Fuck I'm thirsty,” Patrick says when they make it inside their room. “And I gotta piss like a race horse. I'm gonna take the first shower, k?

Jonny steps forward, cupping Patrick’s elbow so he won’t go far.

“Wait. Just... I wanted to say that. That I'm glad we got to do this. Together. I--yeah. I wouldn't have wanted to do this with anyone else.”

Patrick tries to breathe. It's sort of hard with the way that Jonny’s staring at him so intensely everything else around them has started to dissolve away. His chest hurts and his mouth is dry and he can't feel anything beyond the drumming inside his ribcage.

He tries to meet Jonny's gaze six times before their eyes manage to catch and each time he catalogues something new. The hole in Jonny’s left sock above his big toe, the dampness of his pants from all the champagne they'd been spraying in the locker room, the cling of his shirt to his abs, his pecs, his arms, his shoulders. The dumb mutton chops and wet matted down hair, the soft pink to his cheeks. Patrick swallows dry and tries to put the picture together, the sum of all these parts. It's sort of amazing that Jonny can look both so gross and yet so fucking hot at the same time.

He licks his lips and watches Jonny track the movement, eyes so very dark and wide. Patrick feels a sharp kind of twist in his gut at the inevitability of this moment.  

He’s not ready.

He’s not.

When Jonny moves closer Patrick turns abruptly, striding into the bathroom, flipping the faucet on and splashing water on his face, into his mouth. His stomach rolls violently as he bends over, head resting on his arms while he breathes shallowly. For a few minutes everything is blessedly silent in his head, in the room, and possibly in the whole world, and it's nice. It's exactly what he needs.

Then he feels a warm hand slide up his back and come to rest at the nape of his neck, warm and light.

“You okay? You need anything?” Jonny asks, soft, gentle.

“Water,” says Patrick. “Please.”

There’s some shuffling then the sound of the faucet turning on and off, before Patrick’s handed a glass of tepid water. He downs it slowly; mind racing so fast he can’t keep track of a single thought.

Standing takes more effort than he accounts for, but Jonny’s there to help him with that too, arm around his waist to tug him up. They still once he’s upright, bodies pressed close in an approximation of a hug. Jonny rests his forehead on Patrick’s temple, exhales slowly.

“Patrick,” he whispers. He’s moving closer, breath hot against Patrick’s jaw.

All Patrick would need to do is turn his head, just connect that fraction of space that’s empty between them.

“I can't,” he says instead, pulling away, head tucked down. “I can't, Jonny. I just...can't.”

There’s a long, awful pause.

Then Jonny’s stepping back.

“Okay, Kaner,” he murmurs.

Patrick doesn’t see him leave, but he does hear the door click open and shut.

He stands there in a daze, head foggy, body so very drained.

Dragging himself to bed and pulling off his sticky clothes takes more effort than he realizes and by the time he shoves his face into a pillow all he can think before he passes out is: winning and Cup and yes yes yes and Jonny.

*

There’s an alarm blaring in Patrick’s ear. Which is funny because he doesn’t even remember setting his phone to go off last night. The song is unfamiliar too, something low and melodic, but new. Still, it’s too early to be awake this early after how late he was up last night. He needs another five hours, at least.

“Mmm, not yet.” A sleep rough voice says beside him, as an arm reaches over him to hit silent on his phone that’s sitting on the bedside table.

An arm that belongs to a person. A person in bed with him. A male person.

One that sounds exactly like Jonny.

Patrick’s eyes flash open, head turning to look over at said man beside him, shirtless, beardless, and possibly pantsless. Although that is yet to be determined.

“Jonny?!” Patrick squeaks. Actually fucking squeaks because as he’s suddenly realizing he is also sans clothes and beard, and, in fact, in a totally different bed, in a completely different place than he went to sleep.

What the hell is going on?

He sits bolt upright. Eyes wide as he looks around.

This is not his hotel room. This is a bedroom, in a house, someone’s house, that he’s never been before with Jonny.

Jonny, who’s reaching out, eyes still closed, and attempting to pull him back down to the bed.

“No, don’t get up yet, baby. Five more minutes,“ he says, words muffled against his pillow.

Their bare legs touch underneath the sheets, then their hips as Jonny continues to tug, and yep, they’re both butt ass naked in this strange bed.

Before he can do or say anything there’s a quiet knock on the door followed by the turning of a doorknob. Patrick’s not sure what to expect at this point, Sharpy maybe, or Burish, jumping out and screaming a surprised ‘GOTCHA’ at him, maybe the whole team. One last prank to end the season on. It’s a good one, Patrick will give them that.

Except when the door opens it’s not Sharpy, or Bur, or Buff, or anyone Patrick’s ever seen in his life. It’s a small child, a little girl, with brown wavy hair and tiny hands in purple cloud pajamas.

She hops up on the bed without invitation, settling herself in between himself and Jonny as she lets out a drawn out yawn.

“Daddy,” she says. She’s looking right at Patrick. “Can I have pancakes please?”

“Um what?” Patrick says, lost. He clutches the comforter to his waist.

“You did tell her you’d make her strawberry pancakes yesterday,” Jonny cuts in, one eye cracking open barely.

“He promised, papa,” she says.

“You promised,” Jonny amends, his smile sleepy and soft.

They’re both looking at him now. Waiting for a response.

Waiting for something.

Patrick takes a breath.

Patrick is officially freaking the fuck out.

[cassie-archive-blog]

SHE’S MY TOMORROW ➝ CASSCASS.

TAGGING ➝ Cassidy Holliday, Cassius Holliday.

LOCATION ➝ Their hotel room.

TIME FRAME ➝ 1/26 (2025), evening.

WARNINGS ➝ None.

NOTES ➝ After Cassie flipped out over the phone about wanting a divorce, Cassius comes back to the hotel, then ends up leaving.

Aiden heard the line disconnect on his phone and he could feel the anger boiling up in his viens. How in the hell had he gotten in trouble for not doing a damn thing. He gathered all of his things, stuffing his phone in his bag and saying goodbye to his friends. They had asked but Cassius didn't really bother telling them much before he was off to the hotel, practically jogging his way there. Once at his location, he slipped out his room key and opened up the door, tossing his bag to the side. "Cassie, you wanna tell me what the hell is going on now"

Cassie knew she'd just made everything so much worse. It was one thing to hate herself, another to hate her sister for pointing out that she hated herself, then a whole other ballgame to have taken it out on her husband like she had. Cassie felt terrible, and really didn't know what to do. A part of her wanted him to come to her, and hopefully they could fix this. Another part wanted him nowhere near her, though, because what if there was no fixing it? What if she'd fucked things up beyond repair? She didn't want that confirmation. She was sitting on the bed by the time she heard his room key, her feet tucked up so that her knees were up in front of her, her arms wrapped around them. She still hasn't stopped crying. "I'm so sorry," was all she could choke out once he'd walked in. She shook her head, unsure of how to even respond. "You're the only good thing I have going for me right now, and my sister just pointed out to me that even we're fucked."

Aiden hadn't expected to find her like this, tucked uo in herself and crying and half of him wanted to yell and the other half just wanted to let it all go. But she had threatened him with a divorce and the thought didn't leave his mind. The fact that Cassie just accused him and left him there to dry was all too much. "Oh am I? You have a real funny way of showing it, Cassie. Calling me up and asking if I'm cheating on you?? Then throw a fucking divorce in my face? I was out getting this stupid tattoo" He says, pointing at his arms where the words "she's my tomorrow" are scribbled in his own hand writing. "Definitely was out getting laid by a random piece of of ass though. Good eye on that one, babe"

Cassie hadn't really known what to expect when she came face to face with her husband again. She'd just attacked him out of nowhere, so he had every right to be pissed, but that didn't mean it would be easy for her to take it. She was about to respond, maybe even yell at him some more, because it really wasn't such an unimaginable thing for her to have thought after what Aspen had said. That was Aspen's fault, though, not Cassius', and Cassie needed to remember that. Either way, he threw her off when he showed her his arm. Cassie's heart sank, and she felt like the biggest bitch ever. She just let out another pathetic sob, unable to do much else. "I'm sorry."

Aiden sighed and rolled his eyes because what was even going on right now? One Second she was screaming at him, wanting a divorce and the next she was sobbing. "Now you're sorry? You weren't sorry just a few minutes ago, we're you? No, you weren't. Had no problem telling me I'm a shit husband who just leaves his wife behind while she Oh I don't fucking know, works!" Cassius pinched the bridge of his nose and took a breath, why was he so damn angry? "If you don't fucking trust me, maybe you're fucking right. You want a divorce so damn bad I might as well just give you one"

Cassie couldn't do anything but stay where she was, curled into herself, being her own protection and comfort, and listen to what Cassius had to say. "You're not a shit husband," she said, her voice raised a little to cut into his rant. Not that she didn't deserve it, of course. She also deserved what came next, but that didn't make it sting any less. Cassie was used to people leaving her. Her parents had never been parents to her; as far as they went, she'd been abandoned by them the day she was born. Her sister had bounced when they were still teenagers. She'd lost everything along with her past issues. Everything and everyone had left her. Even Cassius had left her back in high school. It was only a matter of time before he left her now, too. She couldn't even say anything. She just froze. She wanted to protest, to take everything back and beg for forgiveness, but she couldn't. She just wrapped her arms a little more tightly around herself and cried, the thing she'd been terrified of ever since letting him back into her life finally becoming a reality.

Aiden knew that the main thing fueling him right now was anger and while he was always the angies person back then, he rarely reacted on instinct and sarcasm, this was something different entirely. Of course, Cassius could get ulset, this was a well known thing, but having his wife come at him in the way that he did just enraged him behind compare. "That's huh? You're not going to say anything? You're sorry, but it's what you want. " Cassius clapped his hands together and nodded, walking over to where he had his suit case and grabbed a couple of things to throw into his bag. Should he have been looking reacting like this? Probably not, but Aiden always had a problem of acting first. "So what, you're people call my people, how do you wanna do this"

Cassie needed to find her words. She couldn't just sit here crying and doing nothing, especially given that her marriage, truly the one good thing she had going on right now, was literally on the line here. Even more so that it was her fault. She just watched him as he got angry, refusing to move or to say anything, mostly because she couldn't. It wasn't until he went to pack his bag that she forced herself to snap out of it. "It's not what I want, I'm sorry," she said, unwrapping her arms from around her legs. She used all of the strength she had to push herself up off of the bed and go to him, then proceeded to remove what he'd put in his bag. He couldn't leave. "I was angry. I don't want a divorce. I just want you, Cassius. Please don't do this."

Aiden couldn't think straight at the moment, his anger obviously going to great lengths and his logic being nowhere in sight, but he just couldn't do it. If Cassie could easily ask him for a divorce, assume he was automatically doing wrong because he was off doing what she knew was important to him. How in the hell could he just stay calm during this type of situation? "I think we need some space or something" He said, not really looking at her as he did, stopping himself from buckling. "I jist--I don't know what to do right now and I just can't stay here after this. I'm gonna go crash somewhere else. You can keep the room, it's paid for already" Cassius said, not even bothering to grab the bag that she had unpacked for him just seconds before.

Cassie had always been the type that could switch from one emotion to another without even a moment’s notice, and apparently right now was no exception. “Space?” she asked, her brows knitting together. She didn’t want him to go, and she didn’t want to make this worse, but her actions were beyond her control. Her watery eyes narrowed at him. “I’m upset about you never being here, and you think the way to make that better is to take space from each other?” Although there were still tears spilling down her cheeks, there was way more venom behind her words than intended, and she finally took a step back. “Fine,” she just above whispered, “Take your space. As always, I'll just be here.”