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Well we'll see if I can sleep tonight or not whee
#rambles from the floor#I've been getting the really bad no-sleep-allowed anxiety at night lately#like I think I'm sleepy and calm. and I stop reading or whatever I'm doing. but then!! the anxieties!!!!#and I'm up for another hour and a half at LEAST#sigh#you can tell I've been anxious because I've been posting a heckin lot of writing lately#that's usually a good sign of it
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Hello! I really love your stories, especially the ones about breaking bad đ€. I would like to ask, do you write nsfw content?
Thanks for the answer! As for my request, it's about Gus Fring (I can't, I love him too much đđ). I've always headcanoned him as a rather jealous and possibly even overprotective partner. I mean, after everything that's happened to Max, he must be pretty caring about his partner. What do you think about this?
I don't have a very detailed plot, but lately I've been thinking about how he would come to the realization that he likes the reader? I don't think Gus is the kind of person who tends to lie to himself; he is a serious person, as are his intentions. How does he confess his feelings to the reader?
I would prefer a female reader, please? I don't think she related to crime either. Maybe she met Gus when she was working for him? The manager at his restaurant? His housekeeper? I don't know, haha.
Oh, and if you don't mind, I imagine her as a rather shy and soft person. I think that's what Gus liked about her: she's not like anyone else he knows, so spending time with her allows him to... distract and relax. Like a breath of fresh air.
Thank you so much for your stories again! I'm in love with them đ€đ€đ€
quiet realization
pairings: gustavo fring x fem!reader
summary: the story of you and gus
warnings: slight mention of crime
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a/n: I should really be studying rn but I couldnât get this request out of my head lol.. also tysm for requesting ur acc so sweet âĄ
You met Gustavo Fring through work; being his housekeeper and nanny for his children, the two of you spent a lot more time together than either had anticipated.
âHow are you liking the food, sir?â You asked your employer. A nervous smile grazing your face as sugarcoating laced your voice. You didnât know wether itâd be best to keep eye contact, or to avoid it. He didnât seem bothered by the thick tension (which was swallowing you whole) as he kept his eyes on you, searching for yours.
âPlease, call me Gus. We are more than acquainted by now, donât you think?â He straightened up as he flashed you a playful, yet somehow professional grin.
Gus confused you to no end; every move he made seemed so calculated, so thought out that it scared you. Your obvious attraction to him didnât do much to relief your anxiety.
You werenât like him. He could read you like a book, as you were. Your actions were pure hearted and executed with good intentions. This is why no one wouldâve expected the two of you to match to perfectly. It seemed you were both exactly what the other needed.
As he awaited your answer, he secretly struggled keeping up his exterior wall. You were right about him â he did have a motive, and his every move was calculated. Right now, he was trying to gain your trust. Get on some reliance level in order to get closer to you.
Gus wasnât sure about his feelings toward you and he struggled to put a label on his developing crush. Romantic relations came rare to him, and he wasnât sure if what heâd felt for any of his past lovers could be classified as love. What he did know though, was that you made his heart flutter in a way so unfamiliar and great â it made him think he was dying.
One of his more significant memories of you as a housekeeper was one night when heâd arrived home late to see you tucking his youngest as you put them to sleep with your gentle, loving voice.
Seeing how close youâd gotten with his children just made him more and more impatient with figuring out his feelings for you. There you were â the perfect girl, right in front of him âand he was doing nothing to keep you.
You were so sweet, so genuine â it made him want to protect you. Keep you hidden and ignorant to his life of crime. So, this is around the time when he officially decided to himself that he was, indeed, in love with you.
It was a quiet realization, and he couldnât just confess his undying love to you right then and there, without no preparation whatsoever. So, he decided he needed to get closer to you instead of just knowing you through small interactions and watching from afar.
So, he began treating you with personalized gifts once in a while, telling you how grateful he was for your patience and understanding with his children. He began insistent on helping you with your cooking, and would practically force you to eat with him. Although you did appreciate his acts of kindness, you didnât understand where they were coming from. Your obviousness to his feelings lead you to believe he had some kind of bad intention. It wouldnât be fair to blame you, though, as his terribly attempts at flirting were hard to read.
These little dinner dates all let up to this moment, this time he was going to make some progress with you. No, scratch that â this time he was going to confess to you.
âThe food is quite tasty, ___! You are an except cook as well as an excellent company,â he praised you. Your cheeks began to heat up, and you felt your mouth twitch in unknowing response. âAs are you, Gus. Thank you.â Your interactions wouldâve been short and awkward to the eye, but neither of you seemed too bothered by the silence. In fact, what you had learned over the months of working for him, was that his actions said a lot more about his character than his words.
â___,â he stated as he put his larger hand on top of yours and your eyes met for the first time that day. â___, I am in love with you.â The words uttering from his mouth didnât feel read, neither did the butterflies in your stomach as your breath hitched. You realized this had to be real, because you couldnât physically feel a movie the same way you felt his warm fingers intertwine with yours. Or the soft, yet firm feel of his lips as he pulled you closer to him.
You realized that this was just as real as his hot breath against your ear, whispering: âyou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to do thatâ
#x reader#breaking bad#breaking bad x reader#gustavo fring x reader#gus x reader#Gus Fring#Gus Fring X reader#Gustavo Fring#Jesse pinkman#Walter white#bb#Netflix#imagines#x fem!reader#fem!reader#request#requested
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I got home from Greece late on Monday night. Highlights of the rest of my trip,
Hiking 10 km along the caldera in Santorini, from Fira to Oia, enjoying views along the way. Eating an enormous waffle covered with Nutella, pralines, and almonds for brunch, along with a scoop of coffee-flavored ice cream, at a restaurant with a beautiful view of the ocean.
Seeing the ruins of the Cycladic Bronze Age settlement of Akrotiri on Santorini, as well as the accompanying museum with artifacts and wall art taken from Akrotiri. I love history.
Visiting the ruins on the sacred island of Delos.
Hiking to the top of an active volcano, Nea Kameni, near Santorini, and then visiting the thermal hot springs in the ocean nearby, sinking my feet into the soft volcanic mud.
Swimming, swimming, swimming, in cold, crystal-clear waters in Mykonos and Santorini. I had never swum in the ocean before and now it is one of my greatest joys.
GYROS! Fresh seafood! Fresh fruits eaten on the beach! The strawberries I ate there are the best strawberries I have ever had. I also ate a lot of gelato. So many good meals with so many amazing views of the ocean.
The trip was wonderful and it really helped with the healing process after all that I've been through in the last several months, especially in April and May. It helped a lot to - not replace the bad memories, because those will always be there, but to add new, beautiful and good memories, to layer on top of the bad memories, keeping them less fresh in my mind.
Lowlights,
Horrible long travel day from Athens back to Minneapolis, featuring getting detained by immigration upon my arrival in DC. Two (white) immigration officials claimed that "I did not look like my passport photo" or driver's license photo. These two individuals openly said that they were not allowing me to pass immigration "because I looked different, because my nose looked bigger, than it did in the passport and driver's license photos." This was the most bizarre and upsetting thing. I was shocked. I've flown out of the country numerous times and never had any issue re-entering until Monday. I was taken to a room and made to wait with no explanation. I texted as many people as I could to let them know what was going on, until I was stopped from using my phone. I was so distraught and almost cried in the room. Finally, a sympathetic (Black) immigration official let me go. It was so scary and upsetting, especially because I was alone, and coming off a 10-hour flight. It really rattled me and now I feel nervous and hesitant to fly internationally again.
I've been stressed af since I got back home. Catching up on work, lack of good quality sleep thanks to jet lag, feeling tired and achy from all the walking and hiking I did on my trip, and anxious because of traveling for work again today. I'm writing this from my hotel room in Iowa, where I am for a work event. I'm traveling again to Denver next Friday/Saturday for work.
I haven't slept through the night through all of May and all of June so far due to stress/grief/trauma/anxiety - only on the few nights I've taken a sleeping aid pill. I'm really hoping I can stabilize my sleep and settle my life down a bit in July.
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I'm really upset right now. I tried to make an appointment to see my favorite person tomorrow but apparently I can't do that? I just wanted 10 minutes but I guess that's too much to ask for. I told them I was having a problem but I guess my issue isn't that big of a deal. It shouldn't be this hard. I don't want to waste anyone's time. I feel like I'm being annoying and I'm afraid to call again. I wish I could have actually talked to him instead of some lady. I have the worst social anxiety and I guess that triggered me because I'm feeling very unstable right now. It was hard enough for me just to make the call. I don't know how to be spontaneous, especially when I feel the way I do all the time and mobility can sometimes be a struggle. It's so easy for other people but I have to plan everything out and I hate it so much. I don't think I should get any more work done right now because I can't handle it or know what I want to get next so I can't use that as an excuse. I'm afraid to just show up there because I feel like I'm going to get in trouble or get him in trouble somehow or he won't have time for me. I'm also afraid of looking like a total creep because I guess it's kind of weird for me to just show up on Valentine's day with a card to see someone I'm not even dating and have no "real" contact with outside of his work. Everyone would think I'm crazy. I know I was an asshole last time and I'm afraid they will remember that too. I know I shouldn't have said some things and I still feel really bad and embarrassed. I feel like I'm not allowed to do anything now even though no one specifically told me that. I've been having a panic attack for half the day. I've also hardly eaten anything today because I'm so anxious and it was so busy and my blood pressure has been super high. I was feeling so optimistic this morning. I was going to take a sick day tomorrow because I couldn't actually get the day off even though I tried but I feel guilty no matter what I do. I know that's a shitty thing for me to do. I know there wouldn't be anyone there to cover for me and I know it's supposed to be another late night. My issues probably seem really fucking trivial but everything is so scary to me and my brain is punishing me I don't want things to get ruined. I feel like I have no control over my situation right now. I don't want to wait anymore!! I want things to get better now. :( I wish I could talk to someone about it but the situation wouldn't make logical sense to anyone else. I feel horrible because I miss him so much and I really want to see him but I don't know how. I don't know what to do. I'm not sure if I will be able to sleep tonight. I would really love it if bad things stopped happening...
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A Night to Remember
Harry Potter x Reader
I finally wrote it. This is smut. Very smut. Exceptionally smutty. 18+. Angst too.
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Harry was lost. He didn't know where he was going and he didn't care. It was too much. First it was Cedric, then Sirius, now Dumbledore. It was all too much. Too much. Too much. Too-
Harry collapsed to the floor. He couldn't breathe. The walls were closing in. His heart was racing. His blood was rushing. What's happening? He was dying. He had to be. It was to only thing that made sense. Death seemed to be the only constant in his life. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate.
"Harry?"
The voice called to him. Must be an angel.
"Harry!"
He felt something touch his hand, though he couldn't have told you what it was. His hands went numb long ago.
"Harry. Listen to me. Can you hear me?" Yes. He wanted to say yes. He wanted to say it so bad, but he couldn't. His body was unable. A small groan was the best he could do.
"Okay. Okay. Okay, listen to me. On three, we're going to breathe together, alright?" He could tell the voice was panicked. The was a certain exasperation that could only be described as anxiety. "One, two, three." Harry gasped at the air like a dying man. He kind of was.
"Good job, Harry. You're doing so well. Again. One, two, three." He gasped again but it was much easier.
"You're doing so well. Again. One, two, three." Harry finally opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, but he could make out a face, but there was little detail. His vision came into focus and saw... one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen. Her hair, her eyes, her... concern. She cared. She cared about him. This had to be an angel.
"Am I dead?" Harry asked. "Are you an angel?"
The angel laughed for a second before responding. "No. I am not an angel, and, as far as I'm concerned, you are not dead."
Harry took another deep breath before mumbling, "Too pretty to be a person."
"While that is a very lovely compliment, I hate to say I am a human." She softly brushed hair off of Harry's sweaty forehead. "Now, it's quite late. We need to get you to bed." Her voice was as gentle as her touch. Harry limped back to his dorm, with the support of the lovely angel student. In his delirium, he forgot to ask for her name. The only thing he remembered in the morning was a yellow tie around her neck.
-*-*-*-
"Honestly, Hermione, it isn't that big of a deal."
"It is that big of a deal, Ronald. It's ridiculous. She's insisting that she survey the entire school! What is she even searching for? I can only imagine the affect on her mental health. Lack of sleep is very-"
"Will you please be quiet?" Harry whisper-shouted. His friends made a habit of bickering like a married couple and it's been getting on his last nerve. "And what are you on about, anyway? Just let them search Hogwarts."
"Harry, it's more complicated than that-" explained Hermione before Harry cut in.
"How? How is it more complicated? Please, enlighten me."
Hermione looked at Ron, almost as if asking for permission. "Well, it's Y/N. She's the Hufflepuff prefect. Ever since a few weeks ago, she has insisted that she is on petrol. And she checks the whole castle. It's like she doesn't trust us." Hermione expressed. "One time I followed her around the school and the whole time she was mumbling." Hermione was clearly livid about this. Y/N was showing a clear distrust and disdain for the other prefects. I mean, Malfoy is understandable, but Hermione? Ron? They were the nicest, well meaning people that Harry had probably ever met.
"Actually, she was mumbling about you, Harry." Hermione said.
"What?"
"Yeah, she kept going on and on about how you were and if you were okay. Which, don't get me wrong, is a perfectly valid thing to worry about. You have gone through much hardship, and mental health is important, but it seems a bit out of place, especially considering that she probably has never spoken to you or even taken interest in you before." Hermione confessed.
Harry was quote confused. Why would she suddenly start to take an intrest in me? Unless...
"Hermione, what does Y/N look like?"
"Oh! Um.... she has h/c hair and e/c eyes. We have a fair few classes with her. She's always top of the class." It all came back to him in one big rush. The hair that framed her face perfectly, her eyes that sparkled like jewels, her tender touch.
"I.... I think I know her."
-*-*-*-
If she goes on petrol every day, travels around the whole school, and I have an invisibility cloak plus a map, we will find each other.
Harry crept into the hallway and took out his map.
Where is she? Where is she? Where is-
Y/N L/N.
Harry raced to her. He moved as fast as he could. He was running and running and running until-
She's there.
In front of him.
And she knows he's there.
Because she's calling his name.
Harry takes off the invisibility cloak. He clears his throat. "Hello, Y/N." She nods towards him as a hello.
"You need anything?" Her eyes began to fill with concern. "Oh no. Is something wrong? It has to be. Why would you be coming to see me."
"No!" Harry was quick to reassure Y/N. He cupped her cheek and caressed her cheek bone. Maybe the James in him was acting up, but she didn't seem to reject his advances. In fact, she seemed quite comforted by it. "No. No. It's not that. I just wanted to say.... thank you. So incredibly much."
"What ever for?"
"For... just worrying, honestly. I know you helped me when I was having a panic attack and then you stayed up every night to see if I need help." Her face heated up. Harry could feel it on his hand. He smirked a bit. "Thank you. Truly. I just wish I could repay you."
"I can think of a few ways." Y/N slapped a hand over her mouth. "I didn't mean to say that."
"Well. How do I repay you?" Harry's smirk was much more apparent.
"I told you, I didn't mean to say that."
"But you did say it, and I would really, really, really, really, really, love to make it up to you."
Y/N looked down for a minute before mumbling "a kiss."
"What was that? Speak up, love."
"A kiss. I know, it childish and your not going to want to - mmmph!" Harry had already pulled Y/N into what she desired most. It was... perfect. Nothing short of absolutely magical. It was soft and quick and yet spoke so much.
"Was that good enough?"
"Actually, I'd quite like you to do that again." So they did. And then again. And again. And again. And again. Each time longer than the last. A passionate battle of lips, teeth, and tongue. A quiet wimper was released from Y/N. "Ha-oh!-Harry."
"Yes, love?" He began to kiss down her neck.
"Harry! We're in the middle of the hallway! Anyone could see us."
"What are you suggesting?"
"How about we go somewhere a bit more...... private."
The two teenagers quickly ran off to the Room of Requirements, which had spawned a rather lovely bed, a loveseat next to a fireplace, and bath, which was sure to get some use later. Their clothes came off in a frenzy of hushed whispers and lingering kisses.
Soon, the gravity of what was about to happen took over Harry and Y/N.
"Are... are you sure?" Harry asked. "Are you ready?"
"Yes." Y/N said. She kissed Harry so softly. So lovingly. "I've never been so sure of anything."
Harry smiled before kissing down the expanse of her body. First her neck, then her tits, then her stomach until he was right in front of her sex, glistening in the romantic light of the room. "You look so beautiful."
"Please."
"Please what, princess?"
"Touch me. Please."
Harry finally gave Y/N what she wanted. He placed a thumb to her clit. She bucked her hips into him. "Try to keep still for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
He rubbed soft, sensuous circles. Luscious moans left her lips. Her hips moved occasionally and every time they would, Harry pinned her hips down harder. "Your pussy is so pretty." Whispered Harry. She moaned at this. "Such a pretty pussy. Looks good enough to.... eat?"
"Yes! Please. Please eat me out." Her begging was all that Harry needed to hear. His tongue met her folds and he moaned, the vibrations sending shock waves up her spine.
"So sweet, darling." He said as he inserted a finger. A large gasp erupted out of Y/N's mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" They kept this up until Y/N could feel her orgasm approaching. "Fuck! Oh..... I'm gonna cum. I'm close." Harry pulled away just before she could. The whine that left her lips was almost pitiable. Almost.
"Awweee. Did I made you cry, Angel?" Harry mocked. Y/N hated how that turned her on even more.
"Why did you do that, Har?"
"Well, personally, I would love to feel you cum on my cock." She hummed before nodding and spreading her legs even wider. That was before her eyes snapped open.
"Wait!" Her eyes held so much worry.
"What? What's wrong?"
"It's just... I've never done this before."
Harry cooed and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry. We're going to take it nice and slow. Ready?" She nodded once again and he entered her. They could only look into each other's eyes. Harry hissed through his teeth like a snake, which would not be too out of character seeing as he is a parceltongue. Y/N had a slight grimace on her face as a tear trickled down her cheek. Harry kissed it away as he let her adjust.
"You can move. Please move." He moved slowly and the slightly uncomfortable feeling slowly became a most pleasurable sensation. The moans became louder and louder as the movements became faster and faster and the sound of skin-on-skin became harder and harder. Soon, the familiar feeling bubbled up again. "Oooohhhhhhh fuck. I'm so close. I'm going to cum. Please let me cum. Please, please, please, please."
Harry let her beg for a few more seconds before allowing her to cum with fake reluctance. Her pussy squeased him just right. She absolutely milked his dick. He came not even a minute later. His head naturally found its way to the crook of her neck. She gripped his broad shoulders as she came down from her high.
"Holy shit. I just fucked the chosen one." Harry giggled with her as they collapsed on the bed. Harry slowly pulled his dick out of Y/N.
"I need to get a washcloth for you. We made quite the mess." One conveniently formed next to them. He ran the cloth under the tap of the bathtub. "Can you spread your legs for me, Angel?" The feeling of the cold cloth made her jump.
"'m sorry."
"Don't be. You were incredible." Y/N smiled.
"I'm going to remember tonight forever."
"As will I."
#harry james potter#harry potter x y/n#harry potter x reader#harry potter#harry potter x hufflepuff!reader#harry potter x you#harry potter x reader smut#harry potter smut#i finally did it#i finally did the thing
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Hi hun, I don't know if your requests are open right now, but I could really use some sort of comfort Imagine right now and I was hoping I could come and ask you. It doesn't even have to be a full set of Headcanons, just a short blurb about some Characters will do if that's fine with you.
I've been really struggling with my chronic illnesses lately, and I keep imagining the Fellowship taking care of me, so I thought I'd ask for an Imagine about that. I have a really weird condition where my right leg is physically longer than my left, which causes really intense pain in my hip and leg and also difficulty walking, so I've been really struggling with that lately. There's also the chronic fatigue from my sleep apnea, I'm absolutely covered in bruises that I don't remember getting, the classic anxiety and depression and executive dysfunction.. it's just been a difficult week tbh.
I'd appreciate any kind words right now. Thanks for being so kind and supportive to me, it means more than you could ever know. I hope it's alright that I ask this of you. Godspeed, hun đ
Comfort HCâs
Platonic!Fellowship x Reader
Post LOTR; Comfort
Warnings: Mentions chronic pain, anxiety, depression, PTSD
A/N: Hello Ro! Iâm sorry this took a while, I hope the pain eases soon and that these headcanons help. If you ever need to talk, my DM's are open anytime!
Youâve known the Fellowship ever since you were a little girl. You met them when your parents sent you off to Imladris to seek the aid of Lord Elrond, one of the greatest healers in Middle-Earth. For you had an unusual physical condition, where your right leg grew longer than your left. It made walking difficult and a burning pain to spiderweb from your hip down.
Lord Elrond tried everything he could in his power to help you, and yet there was little he could do except ease the pain. No amount of magic can prevent physical growth.
The tears that welled up in your eyes that day pained him more than any wound can. A child, barely twelve years old, experiencing such excruciating pain right in front of him, and yet he canât do anything about it. And from that moment on, he promised to you that heâd do anything he can to help you, and care for you.
So with the permission of your worried parents, Lord Elrond gave you an offer to stay in Imladris for as long as you wish. To heal and receive the care you need. Which you kindly accepted.
For years up to adulthood, you lived in Imladris; drinking Athleas tea every morning and night for the pain and sleep apnea. While it wasnât a cure, it helped make life much more bearable. Allowing you to enjoy certain activities and walk around with only half the pain.
During those years you became great friends with the Fellowship. For they travelled often to Imladris to visit and rest between trips. They became your family, always joking and telling stories of their travels; teaching you new tricks and how to defend yourself. And in return youâd tell them stories of the elves around you. How the Ellon in the smithy loves to tease the Elleth in the bakery. Or how the children would braid flower crowns for you.
The boys know of your difficulties with your leg and illnesses. Theyâre constantly worried for you; asking how you are, helping when the pain begins to spike and holding you when you begin to cry. Everytime it starts getting bad again, they tell you it's okay to feel weak and to cry. That you donât have to be strong all the time.
Aragorn
Aragorn is surprisingly soft despite his tough exterior
He believes that crying and venting about your frustrations is the most healthy way to deal
So on days you are having a rough time heâll sit down with you in his lap, holding you tightly into his chest. One arm around your body and one hand in your hair
Aragorn will let you cry and yell into him, all while pressing small kisses into your hair
Heâs not a very wordy person, so itâs not often he will whisper sweet things, but when he does. Itâs always so soft and helps relax you
âDeep breaths Hun, Itâll be okayâ
Legolas
A soft baby- an absolute angel when it comes to comforting you
Legolas is very big on grounding yourself and staying focused on your surroundings
So when he notices youâre beginning to have a rough time, nearing a panic attack, He preps a cup of Athleas tea and brings you to a private area
Heâll have you sit between his legs, and his arms gently wrapped around you torso
Legolas will have you ground yourself by telling him 3 things you smell, feel, hear and see
âClose your eyes, little one and listen⊠Listen to the birds singâ
As you begin to relax, he whispers praises, proud of how strong you are
âYouâre doing so well, Iâm proud of youâ
Boromir
I love this man oml
If youâre bedridden due to the pain heâd 100% do whatever you ask of him
Need more pillows? Steals them from every. Single. Bedroom.
âBoro- holy crap how many did you take!?â
âUh.. all?â
There is now a national shortage of pillows
Need more warmth? Will make a nest of blankets and wrap you up in his cloak
Comfort?? CUDDLES FOR DAYS
Boromir is there for you every step of the way
If you start crying, He might cry with you- absolutely hates seeing you in such pain
âIâm sorry- Im so sorry Darling. I wish there was more I could do for youâ
Gimli
In true Gimli fashion, when he notices your anxiety he 100% wants to fight whoever triggered it
He gets a bit aggressive in the beginning, insisting to fist fight your problems away
but when you tell him that itâs something that can't be fought off, that its a constant thing, he calms down and just
âOhâ
âOh oh wait Im so sorryâ
Cue soft Gimli
Will rub your back affectionately while speaking softly
Asking if there is anything he could do to help
Another babe who will do anything you ask of him
If the panic attack happens in public, Gimli will bring you somewhere more private
Heâll shield you with his body from the eyes of the public and glare at anyone who dares stare
Not very good with soft comfort but if you ever need to feel safe and protected go to him
âDont worry Lassieâ (head pats) âIâll protect you, Youâre safe nowâ
Frodo
Sweet darling baby angel bean
He completely understands your anxieties and pain
Frodo did carry the one ring across middle earth after all
He absolutely has PTSD from it, so there have been many times the two of you would stay up late together when you canât sleep, drinking tea
You find comfort in the fact that heâs quite similar to you, and vice versa
Most often, you guys will talk about what's going on and comfort each other
On the nights the two of you donât wish to talk, Frodo will read stories to you
His voice is so soft and comforting, It never fails to lull you to sleep
âNone of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the windowâ He reads aloud, peaking up at you and notices the way your lips part, a soft snore emitting. He hums, âGoodnight Y/N, sleep wellâ
Sam
This hobbit is such a softie
He understands that with mental disorders, you may forget to eat or care for yourself
So he always watches you, making sure youâre eating and you arenât
Oh boy
Will cook your favorite meals and make you sit with him to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner
âAh, I hope you enjoy the meal. I made your favorite!â
âThank you, Sam..â
Ensuring you drink your water
Or if you donât like plain water, make some tea. Anything really to make sure you get your fluids
As a gardener, Sam is busy quite often, tending to, well, gardens
Heâll set up a picnic nearby for you with finger sandwiches, drinks, and fruit that way you had company and can relax fully in the peacefulness of nature
Definitely will give you a bouquet of flowers at the end of the day
âI picked these for you Y/N!â
Merry and Pippin
Okay so these two are together cause well. Theyâre always together
Except that one scene
Absolute kings of distraction when youâre feeling depressed
You might want to just sleep it off- but we all know that never really helps
Theyâll make so many jokes and sing and dance around just to make you laugh
Which often leads to them singing even louder and cruder, annoying every elf in the area
âLucky Annie was a lady whoâd been pleased by many men- They all would sail away but then theyâd come right back againâ
Yes they sing sea shanties
Oops
On days that you donât have the energy to deal with such shenanigans, theyâll tone it down
The three of you will often be found in the field during these days, Tossing a ball back n forth
Or giggling amongst yourself, gossiping about the rest of the fellowship
âI donât know Merry, Gandalf is kinda hot in an old man wayâ
âPippin what the hellâ
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Napoleon, Theo, Dazai, and Jean reacting to College Student!MC Stressed by Deadlines
Requested by @hqissodelicate:
hey toni boo, sara/delicateikemenmemes here †i've been Going Through It with school đ so i was thinking of how my boos napoleon, theo, dazai & jean would react to MC who's a (stressed, exhausted) student who got yeeted to the mansion in the midst of a bunch of deadlines? thank you boo & i hope you're drinking your water đđ€
â§â A/N: Iâm sorry it took me this long to finish... but this was super fun to write and it helped me get back into writing after such a long break due to school bs. Iâm not too satisfied with Dazaiâa and the haphazard scenario/headcanons mush, but I still quite like this I think. Thank you for the request dear! Take care and drink water, everyone!
Warnings: Stress and mild mentions of anxiety, and like one mention of sexual intercourse
Napoleon Bonaparte
âYouâre just a chore, after all.â
You whirled around. âDonât act like your job is going to be that hard,â you could only scoff in annoyance, âIâm going to be inside my room all day, anyway.â
At first, Napoleon was slightly confused by your statement. Wouldnât you want to explore this new world at all? But according to code, heâd just smirk and go (sleep) do smth
And true to your statement, you did stay inside your room for the most part
Itâs not like your quadrillion essays would write themselves
Itâs not like your college would just excuse your tardiness
Itâs not likeâ
âNunuche, you sure you donât need a break from... whatever youâre doing?â
Napoleon was quite suddenly standing besides you, trying to read the mess that youâve created.
âAnd who gave you permission to enter?â
âMe, obviously. I did have the impression that you were in danger, judging from the amount of curses I perceived.â
You could have died from embarrassment. Of course he had to hear your yells of frustration, stemming from the fact that your laptop was out of order, that you had no idea how to use ink properly, andâ
âHave you realised that you regularly zone out?â
âI suppose? But if you wouldnât mind, I really need to finish...â you trailed off, gesturing to the papers in front of you.
However, at his inquisitive gaze, you decided to explain that these were essays that could very well decide how youâd pass university, and, upon further inquiry, elaborated how a modern studentâs life looked like
He never interrupted you unnecessarily, only to ask questions when a concept was too modern for him to comprehend
Your cursed assignments certainly made your life in the past harder to enjoy, but it also brought you and the emperor closer than ever
Unable to access the internetâor visit the college libraryâyou had no proper sources for you references (considering that Comteâs library had no modern content, naturally)
You also didnât want to bother Sebastian, especially since him and Comte had shown so much understanding for your peril that they practically forbid you from helping him out around the mansion
Their reasoning didnât make you feel less bad though
Hence, you only had one option left that could complete your last essay
Which oh-so conveniently encompasses the Napoleonic Wars, something you truly did not want to burden him with
âNapoleon? Remember those essays that I have to finish for my university courses?â
âOf course.â
You were twiddling your thumbs, contemplating whether your grades are worth revisiting unpleasant memories, aka the taboo of the mansion
Abruptly, he grabbed your cheeks with just enough force to turn you away from looking at your feet, but not enough to inflict pain. âIf there is anything I can help you with, Iâd never shy away from it.â
Begrudgingly, you inquired him about his reign with as little focus on the gruesome details as possible your professor be damned
And holy shit, heâs amazing at writing? And Not just cringey love letters? Panty Sniffer Napoleon brrrrr
As you grew closer, heâs spoil you with vitamin-rich snacks (going as far as asking Arthur and Sebastian for medical advice)
He enjoys carving cute shapes out of fruits and eggs because he knows that their and his adorable presence will prompt the perfect amount of distraction to allow a small moment of rest
Says that itâs his duty as your guard and boyfriend to take care of your overworking habits
Expect frequent complaints from your beau, ranging from âhow could they assign so many essays? Arenât students just humans, too?â to ââReasons Why Edison Is Better Than Newtonâ? Do they even know what theyâre talking about? Tch!â
Theodorus Van Gogh
You gleefully indulged in his charades for the first few days. They were a welcome distraction from your college work, after all
But the procrastination was accompanied by guilt, your anxiety building up every second you spent helping Sebastian with the chores, and gallivanting around town with Theo
A week passed before your sense of responsibility finally kicked in. So when Sebas came to wake you up just as the sun peaked past the horizon, you were already scribbling away on some sheets youâd found in your drawers
âAh, good morning, Sebastian-san.â
âGood morning... what are you writing, if I may ask?â
âJust some essays for my college courses...â you said, glancing dejectedly at your notes.
Now that you didnât have access to the internet, and your laptopâs battery was all used up, it made your work all the more tedious, but you had to set your teeth and do this.
âGive me 10 minutes, and Iâll join you in the kitchen.â
He had wanted to argue, but you didnât let him. And when he saw you leaving the house with Theo later in the afternoon, he could only shake his head.
You felt like you owed the art dealer, especially since you blurted out his secret the literal next moment, so you committed to helping him while also keeping up with your work
Although, him calling you dog wasnât nice eitherâeven though, according to Sebasâ explanation, Hondje wasnât exactly the equivalent to mutt
That cycle continued for days. Helping out around the mansion, getting pulled around by Theo, and writing your essays deep into the night
Not to mention all the worries that pressured your shoulders further and further into the ground
You were missing so many group project deadlines, disappointing people that relied on you... it was safe to say that sleep did not come easy, if barely
Just before you arrived at your room after a late night art exhibit did your body decide to fail you, tripping over nothing multiple times.
It prompted Theo to call you out before you could even think of rushing past the door, steadying you with a hand more gentle than you had ever experienced it to be.
âSebas informed me that youâve been working yourself to death.â
You silently cursed the butler. âI havenâtââ
âGive me your laptop.â
Perplexion ran across your mien, wondering how he could possibly have remembered such a modern detail from your countless rambles. âItâs battâ it doesnât work right now, so itâs not like it would stop me from working.â
Arguing with the devil was a mistake.
He snaked his arms around you, holding the door handle in place with one hand while the other still kept you upright. âI donât care whether you work or not, Iâm not your mother. And regardless of its abilities, hand it over, knabbletje.â
What other choice did you have but to comply?
He orderedâyes, orderedâyou to go to bed right that instant
If you hesistanly ask him to do the same (we all know what a hard worker he is), heâll just press a guileless kiss to your forehand, telling you not to worry about him
The next morning, you were already worrying for your babyâs safety within the sadistâs hands when the devil invited himself into your room
âEver heard of knocking?â
âMorning to you, too, Hondje.â He sent you an overly handsome smirk, handing you the laptop tucked underneath his arms. âYou wonât be able to use that spider web Sebas told me about, but writing should work.â
You stared at Theo in disbelief, all the while internally laughing at him misinterpreting the World Wide Web. Deciding to trust in him, you clicked the power button. And sure enough, it sprang to life. âWhat... how in the world did you...â
Leo overheard you and Sebas talking about solar energy sometime⊠hush, just run with it
He fell into the seat next to you, propping his chin upon his fist. âI didnât do anything. Just asked Sebas whether there was a way for you to use this. Leonardo took notice and tinkered around with it. Donât askâah!â
You threw your arms around his shoulders, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. âThank you for taking care of me, Theo.â
Would you have lifted your face, then youâd have caught a glimpse of the vermillion shading his cheeks. âI didnât do it to help you. I simply canât risk having you become a liability at work. Thatâs all.â
Anyway, tsundere tendencies aside, you know what another big factor of dating Theo is?
King if youâre not allergic, understandably, if so, heâll change his clothes before even thinking of visiting you
On days that you decide to be especially stubborn, he pulls you outside, all the whilst whistling for the jolly golden retriever
And as soon as he comes running, your mind goes brrrrr cute dog
Although, heâll try his best not to distract you from work. He knows from personal experience that itâs a much bigger annoyance than help
Thus, heâll certainly use his connections and amiable rip Shakes relationships with the residents to help you out with the research process
Also, with his superior memory, he knows what generally makes you happy and relaxed, so heâll be his usual observant self to decipher just what would help you perfectly relax/finish your work
Hardworking boi, please love him
Dazai Osamu
Dazai is the type of person that doesnât mind upsetting people and risking someoneâs disdain if it supports that person in the long run
And heâs able to read people like books, so it shouldnât be surprising that he knows youâre overwhelmed before you even realize it
Youâve been going to sleep too late and waking up too early? Heâll gently force you (if youâre 100% against it, he wonât do it ofc) to sleep beside him, making sure that you wonât rise with the sun for once
Youâve been exposing your wrist to heavy sprain? Heâll teach you some handy-dandy 5 Min Crafts techniques that are guaranteed to send your hands on a vacation
You've been suffering from writerâs block? Time to go on a lovely stroll through nature with your boo
Your shoulders and neck are hurting beyond sanity? He swears by hot springs, so the thermae is his go-to for when you need to relive some muscle kinks
He never fails to procure the perfect amount of bubbles and temperature. And depending on how comfortable you are with it, heâll offer to wash your hair.
And since dude got Disney princess hands, you most probably fall asleep, but our man is there to hold you above the water
His bare thighs are an added bonus, sending your mind into spirals faaaar away from college work
After youâre done bathing, heâll ask you whether youâd like him to braid your hair (if itâs long enough), and his Disney princess hands will not disappoint
In the beginning, it was incredibly vexing to have a security cam in the form of a handsome man always on the qui vive
But at some point, you started embracing Dazaiâs overwhelmingly passiveâyou knew exactly what he was doing whenever heâd do something randomâprotectiveness
Especially since it didnât only help you complete your work; on the contrary, you were always excited to spend time with the Japanese writer
But that didnât curb your confusion at the whole debacle. Why was he this focused on your well-being?
So, you decided to confront him
âDazai?â Once again, you were relaxing in his arms, his fingers threading through your hair lulling you into a dreamlike state.
He ticked his head to the side, pulling your entwined hands closer towards his heart. The sun streamed into the run at just the right angle, yet the golden light was not as bright as his vivid citrine orbs.
You sighed, unable to look at his stupid handsome face for too long. âWhy is it that you insist on taking care of me?â
âSomeone has to, Toshiko-san.â
Youâd have blurted out your feelings if it wasnât for the sudden embrace you found yourself in. As guileless as it appeared, you knew he was trying to stop you from acting on your thoughts.
Deciding that you didnât want to pressure him further (after all, you knew that he had a hellish first life), you accepted the unclarity of his feelingsâeven though his actions spoke loud enough for you to understand.
It was that day that you decided to repay him for all heâs done for you
And you wouldnât let him yeet himself through a window in an attempt to evade the love sent his way this time
Even if it took decades, you wanted him to feel just as safe and loved as you did in his company
You were glad to have such a caring man by your side who helps you with managing you self care
You could only hope that heâd allow himself to be treated the same way
Please just take our love, boo. We love you
Jean dâArc
Well fuck, how could he possibly help someone whoâs stressed when he himself is a 24/7 McDonalds that only sells Chicken McStress?
Anywho, I feel like heâd be the complete opposite of Dazai when confronted with a stressed MC
Heâd care just as much, of course, but he thinks that it would be better to give her space, since he himself understands the desire for solitude well
So yeah, I can see him not going out of his way to check up on you if you werenât super duper close friends/lovers IF it wasnât for his friend Napoleon
After all, it was him who gave your boyfriend a lil talk, convincing him that, perhaps even if someone needs space, they probably still need someone to look after them
Living with Jean is basically Ted Talks everyday
Anyway, he embarked on his journey to hopefully help you and and to relieve some stress that was wearing you down (according to the statement of several residents)
And, finding himself halting abruptly, our pessimistic little bean realised that heâs got zero idea what did help you attain bliss
So he opted for the next best optionâthings he knew that made his friends relax
Plan A
Hearing a few oddly reluctant raps on your door, you went to open it. As soon as you did, the beautiful man whoâd captured your heart entered your vision, your eyes finding his amethyst ones immediately.
You two stayed like that for a moments, only breaking eye contact when he sighed and simultaneously thrusted a mug into your hand, already in the process striding back to his own room.
âUhm⊠Jean? Iâm a bit busy right now, but would you like to come in?â
His eyebrows furrowed. âDonât you find it inappropriate for a man to enter your room, mademoiselle?â
âJean,â you giggled at his archaic mindset, gently rubbing your thumb between his brows to even out the crease. âWeâve had sex before, you know. Of course you caââ
Wrong thing to say. He stormed past you, vermillion cheeks practically leaving a trail.
Chuckling to yourself, you turned to the mugâs contents. âHm? Hot chocolate?â
Plan B:
âIf this doesnât harbor your discomfortâŠâ Your boyfriend reluctantly stood in your roomâs corner, standing straighter than a rod.
Frankly, your essays have kept you entirely too busy, and you longed for the warmth of the French manâs feather-like embrace.
âOn the contrary, I enjoy your presence.â And you went right back to scribbling away.
Jean frowned. âHavenât you been writing stories since this morning?â
âTheyâre not stories⊠and, yeah? I believe so.â
Stepping towards your seated form, he extended his hand; you grabbed it without thinking twice. âIs everything alrigâwhoa!â
With the ease of a seasoned soldier, he picked you up before haphazardly tugging you into bed with bewilderment maring your features. âYou should sleep.â
ââwhat?â
He stared at you blankly, as if expecting you to fall into the land of dreams right that instant.
âDid something prompt,â you slipped your arms out from underneath the duvets, gesturing wildly, âthis?â
It was hard to be upset with Jean, his clueless but genuine persona the reason why you fell for him, yet you couldnât disguise the irritation coursing through your veinsâyou had work to return to, after all.
âI think you need to rest, mademoiselle.â
Your blinking made him avert his eyes, explaining quietly, âI am uncertain what supports your release of tension, so I thought that perhaps sleeping could help since it certainly does show affect with Napoleon.â
âAh, and you made me hot chocolate since thatâs what calms Mozart.â
After internally simping for his soft and wholesome dumbass energy, you pulled him to bed beside you, claiming that it would help you relax (but only after telling him that it was okay for him to ask for your preferences)
And falling asleep to the heartbeat underneath his broad chest is definitely a 5-star-resort vacation
Heâd eventually ask his relationship advisor Napoleon whether it is okay to have you help them out with his reading/writing lessons (you
You, alongside Napoleon, steadily agreed, despite knowing that it was a ploy to keep you away from overworking
Please also love this boy, thanks
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I made a new icon after 84 years bc I needed to vent I guess
It doesn't look THAT different from the old one but at least it's an anthro one which I've wanted for forever since that's usually how I imagine/portray Talita as she is literally me and unfortunately I'm a human instead of being a little fox with no care in the world LIKE I SHOULD HAVE BEEN
But instead I'm here worrying about burnout depression and my future so if you're only here for the furry art fair enough ill keep the rant in a read more
Anyway hi
I have absolutely not been doing well these past few weeks and I'd say some moments might have been close to being some of the worst in my life but I am so jaded by previous experiences that I barely notice how bad it's affecting me until it hits me at 3am and I can't sleep and I just realized I'm in it DEEP which makes me freak out even more
Apparently my way of coping with life and issues is ignoring them until the last minute and just repress the SHIT out of it until it hits me in the face (peak 'this is fine' dog meme) and that isn't working anymore bc now I am an adult whose actions have consequences
I have so much school stuff to catch up on bc I stalled a whole month that short of spending hours on end at it for the next month I don't see how I can catch up in time but my mental health does not allow that as I have been sleeping 15 hours a day and staying up all night and I am scared shitless of not making it bc I'm supposed to graduate soon so FUCK and i barely know how to start. I feel so dumb and left behind while everyone seems to have their shit put together and i canr ask for help without feeling like a parasite or like they'll judge me for it
I also have no idea what I want to do or how to go about life once I am graduated (if i graduate) and i hate it bc I am so godamn lost and I have like 2 months to figure it out
My mother has covid for the 3rd time somehow which means another wave of covid has been going on in my family but I guess I avoided that but I cant see them for a while and I also lost a 3rd person I loved and cared about to it a while back and I haven't even cried yet bc once again Im ignoring and repressing it
I had to take 2 shots at the same time for covid and influenza which knocked me out for 3 days straight and made me miss yet more school stuff and I haven't eaten an actual meal since bc I'm not awake most of the day anyway
My meds for anxiety and depression have started to have side effects after 5 or so years so fuck me i guess bc i gotta get them replaced which means a lot of trial and error and i dont have time for that rn bc once again im late as shit
I just feel like I'm falling apart and no one really knows or sees it bc I'm the one that everyone in the family goes to when there's a crisis and I kinda just wanna keep it that way but also I kinda just wanna break down sometimes too yknow but if I do then who will literally solve every problem they have bc they refuse to go to therapy and apparently nobody else can help them with anything it has to be me even when I'm busy otherwise I'm an ungrateful child
There's this weird paradox where everyone in the family sees me as immature and irresponsible and a liar but they also come to me for help and support bc GOD FORBID someone else helps them so I just dont wanna give them more reasons to see me as immature but keeping that image that everything is fine is HARD when I'm on the verge of giving up
Other than that I also have just been reflecting on past events in my life and I feel so bad about some of them. I had so many good friends that I lost bc we grew apart and I had some I lost bc I was a shitty person and I never got to apologize and I know I'll just always miss them. I was at such a good place mentally between 2013-2015 and I miss those times that I can never go back to. I was doing so well in 2018-2020 too before the pandemic wrecked it and now Im just so nostalgic for those times and I can't help but feel like I'm just gonna get worse and worse after so much lost time
But that's ok. I think it's going to be ok. I just need to kick my own ass
It's just a lot of damage control and getting over stuff even though it feels like days just pass by and I can't deal with it
So I sat down and drew this in a few hours bc I just wanted to finish something I started for once. I was happier with it before but I think it looks ok and it helped me figure out what I wanna change in my furry designs. and I guess I wanted to put myself in a sunny sunset where I'm just happy with nothing to worry about, yknow? If i cant be happy at least talita can
Hope days like that can come again soon. Problem is that it only depends on me. So... shiiiit
#furry#my art#digital art#talita#fursona#anthro#vent#personal#i dont even know if this makes sense#also I am so so thankful to have so many wonderful friends who stay by my side no matter what#i lost so many friends and im always so scared of losing more and sometimes i fuck it up#so i am so thankful for those who decide to stay#but i also respect those who decided that moving on was healthier for them. i miss you and im sorry for how it ended#but i guess if anything it makes me want to be a better person now#tomorrows a new day#so#yeah#i just need to sleep some and stay awake some and kick my ass out of the bed and do smth#its gonna be ok#i think#it just doesnt feel like it rn#or so i tell myself#yeahhhh#hope yall are doing great
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Characters - Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader
Summary - Lockdown had really affected your social life and daily routine, luckily a certain someone was willing to help you get your life back to somewhat normal. What will happen when you start catching feelings?
Genre - Fluff
Warnings - Slight mentions of anxietyÂ
Word Count - 2.3k
A/N - Back again with another Daichi fic! Are you surprised, probably not i got a one man mind lmao. This one isnât as long as the last but still as fluffy, hopefully you enjoy reading it :) p.s. this was almost called Toothpaste I blame Jasđ
Covid-19 had really flipped your year in a completely different direction to what you were expecting. You started the year hoping to finish your last year of high-school on a high, helping the volleyball team get to nationals and getting into university. However, the world clearly had a different plan for you, when the virus first started you didnât think much of it. Why would you? It was only when the announcement came that the country was going into lockdown that your brain finally registered what was actually happening. Being the slightly more extroverted individual you thrived off seeing your friends, plus both your parents worked as nurses. You were going to be alone.
The first few weeks went by pretty fast, managing to keep up a routine by going out for runs and making yourself eat at certain times. Even keeping in touch with your friends from the boys volleyball team as well as Kiyoko, one of your closest friends. However, after this fairly stable period you had a really bad day. Nothing went your way, blender⊠broken, guess you weren't having a smoothie this morning. After that frustrating incident Tanaka and Noya decided to start poking fun at you in the group chat, which you were NOT in the mood for. Group chat⊠Muted. It was also raining extremely heavy so you decided maybe a well deserved rest day was in order, throwing on the TV you flopped down on the couch to start your film marathon.
5am. That was the time it was when you finally passed out on the couch. How did you end up staying up that late, Harry Potter. Why you thought it was a good idea to start watching the films you donât know, but you managed to watch them all, all 19 hours of them. That was all it took to mess your routine up for the next month, not waking up till 2-3pm everyday just to lounge around. Barely keeping in touch with anyone, you hadnât talked in the groupchat for close to 3 weeks, hardly even thinking about eating anything but snacks.Â
Luckily you had a saving grace, Daichi. After going MIA , the third yearâs started to get worried about you, especially Kiyoko. She had dmed you multiple times and got nothing in return, mainly because you saw the messages but forgot to reply. You were a whole ass mess to put it plainly.Â
~ 3rd Years Group Chat ~
Kiyoko - Iâm worried about [y/n]...
Suga - Tell me about it, she hasnât been in the chat for weeks
Daichi - Have you tried dming her?
Kiyoko - She is ignoring me, she hasnât replied to one of my messages
Asahi - Maybe sheâs just busy?
Daichi - In the middle of lockdownâŠ
Suga - Yeah thats unlikely
Kiyoko - Can one of you dm her as well? I just want to make sure sheâs ok?
Daichi - I can... iâll let you know if she replies and if she doesnât Asahi or Suga can try
Having received a concerned message from Daichi, you realised how much you had lost track of everything and anything. Replying to both him and Kiyoko apologising and explaining you had just forgotten to press send. Although Daichi wanted to believe that was the case he couldnât, instead of being upfront about it though he started messaging you throughout the day. Just small things asking if you had eaten and if you were staying hydrated, little did he know that this helped you get back into a better rhythm of lockdown life.
You slowly fixed your sleep schedule and got back to eating 3 meals a day. Although you hadnât managed to get back into running, your talks with Daichi slowly got more frequent and for longer periods of time. The more you talked to him the more motivated you started to feel, eventually you got back into your running routine. It no longer became the odd message to make sure you were eating, but full day conversations about anything you could think of. Eventually you started relying on talking to him to cure your lockdown loneliness, a day without talking to him was not a good day for you. Daichi being the fairly observant person that he is, started to realise and eventually bought it up.
Daichi :) - Hey [y/n], I've been meaning to bring something up with you, you mind if we call?
[y/n] - Yeah sure Dai, just call me whenever i donât exactly have anything going on
Receiving this was like a bullet to the chest, worrying what it could be about you pulled your knees up to your chest steadying your breathing. As you were lost in your head, your phone started ringing. Answering it you heard his voice for the first time in close to 3 months, it was music to your ears. Slowly over these 2 months you had grown fond of the boy, but you had quickly dismissed the idea of anything forming between each other. Both having different priorities in life, being scared of rejection also didnât help.
After an hour and a half of deep conversation, a couple tears shed but more laughter at the end. You collapsed backwards onto your bed, he had found out everything. How your parents were barely home, always doing long shifts at the hospital, how you felt like you had no one during those 3 weeks you were MIA. Most importantly though you had confessed that talking to him was like receiving a warm hug. It's exactly what you needed at this time, obviously you would love an actual hug as well but that's pretty hard from a 2m distance.
~ 1 week later ~
Your eyes went wide as they announced on the news that lockdown was starting to be lifted, you were now allowed to meet up with people outside at a safe distance. Smiling you quickly messaged Daichi telling him how excited you were that restrictions were finally being lifted. Â
Daichi :) - That's Great [y/n]!! So.. you fancy going on a socially distanced pic-nic tomorrow? Donât worry about bringing anything but yourself. I got the rest covered, obviously if you're ok with that?đ
Reading the text over multiple times, pinching yourself to make sure it was real. You hadnât seen Daichi in close to 3 months, and within that time you had developed feelings. What would it be like seeing him in person now, generally being awkward with past crushes, you started to worry about scaring him away. You couldnât do that, you needed him. Taking a couple paces around the room thinking about what to reply, before realising you were most definitely overthinking it. He didnât see you that wayâŠ
[y/n] - Yeah sure! Just let me know a time and place, i will be there
Daichi - 1pm at the park round the corner from your house?
[y/n] - See you there!!Â
The next morning you woke up with a huge smile plastered on your face, excited for the day ahead. Jumping out of bed and rummaging through your wardrobe you pulled out a cute summer dress, not too dressy but showed you put effort in none the less. The summer dress was red and was covered in little white flowers, you had only worn it a couple times and decided it needed another outing.
Walking down your road and around the corner to the park, the wind hitting your face made you feel like maybe the world was getting back to normal. As you walked through the gates, you noticed Daichi stood over by a slightly more wooded area, smiling as you made your way over to him. Greeting each other you forgot how much his laugh and smile made it seem like nothing else mattered, making your heart beat faster in your chest. He ended up leading you through the woods and into a small opening which had 2 picnic blankets laid down at the appropriate distance. As you got closer you noticed that there were sandwiches, fruit and small cakes on both.
âYou didnât have to do this Daichi you know? A simple sandwich would have been fine?â You started smiling at him, no one had ever gone to this much effort for you and honestly you felt bad. âIt must have taken you a bit to set this upâŠâ
âOh no, honestly donât worry about it⊠i wanted to, neither have been out in a while so i figured why not?â The laugh that came out sounded almost nervous, which confused you slightly⊠Was he really as nervous as you?
The afternoon went by quicker than both of you wanted. Chatting, cracking jokes and eating, which the food Daichi had made was really good. You had asked why he had never told you about his clear culinary skills, apparently this was the first time he had attempted something like this. Trying not to get too far ahead of yourself when he had mentioned this, even though you were freaking out. Mainly chatting about quarantine life and how you missed being out of lockdown, being able to socialise freely and do whatever you wanted.Â
You only realised how long you had been with Daichi when it started to get dark, letting him know you should probably be getting back. Even though in reality you could have stayed there for the rest of the night and into the early morning. Helping him pack everything up occasionally sneaking glances at him, wishing you could pull him into a hug or give him a peck on the cheek. Just to let him know how much he had helped you over the past month. Sadly you couldnât, once everything had been packed away Daichi (being the gentleman that he is) offered to walk you back.
âI had a really good afternoon, thank you for this DaichiâŠâ Smiling at him as you walk up to your front door.
âWould you want to do something like this again maybe?â The way he looked at you, his eyes almost pleading, with a slight smile gracing his lips. This made your heart instantly melt.
âIf you want to? I would love that!â
â[y/n]... why would i ask if i didnât want to?â Raising a brow at you playfully.
âShut up you dork, iâll see you soon then!â Laughing as you walk through your door giving him a wave before closing it and sliding down it on the other side, trying to calm your heart that was about to burst through your chest.
Another couple weeks past, you had only met up with Daichi once more, but both were still texting all day with the occasional call. You also had met up with Kiyoko within these weeks, explaining your situation. She thought it was really funny how much you were worrying about it because to her it seemed obvious that he returned your feelings. You were still completely denying this fact though, it was something your brain really couldnât fathom. However, the next day lockdown was reduced once again, you were now allowed to have people in your house from other families.Â
Being as excitable as you were and the fact your parents were out almost all of the time, you rattled off a text to Daichi asking him if he fancied a chill movie marathon night? Both of you deciding to watch The Hobbit trilogy later on in the evening. Hopping up from the couch you started cleaning the house, preparing snacks and setting up pillows as well as blankets on the couch. Seen as though it was a chill night you had decided on a pair of grey sweats and a plain v-neck t-shirt, that was tied so it wasnât too long.
You had just finished setting everything up when there was a knock at the door, practically running to get it. Opening the door to his smiling face made something snap and you donât know what came over yourself as you jumped into his arms, wrapping your own around him. Luckily he was quick to catch you.Â
âWhat did i do to deserve this hug?â He chuckles to himself as you nuzzle into his neck.
âEverything. Daichi I owe you so much, you donât even understandâ Letting out a sigh, he closes the door and carries you over to the couch. Placing you down next to him as you pout at him, sad that the hug was over so soon. You had waited for so long to be wrapped up in his arms and when you finally get the chance it barely lasts 2 minutes.Â
âListen Daichi⊠you have helped me so much over the past few months, and honestlyâŠâ Taking a breath to figure out how to phrase your next words, however before you could say anything else he had pulled you back into his chest.
âI like you too dorkâŠâ Frozen in his arms, how long had he known⊠How long had he liked you back? All you could do in that moment was snake your arms round him and enjoy each other's company as he started the first film.
~ BONUS ~
âHow long have you liked me Daichi?â You question him half way through the first film.
âAbout 6 months give or take why?â He turns his attention towards you and gives you a quick head kiss, before looking back to the film.
â6 months⊠that's before we went into lockdown..?â
He hums, smirking at your clearly oblivious nature, as your brain was spiralling thinking about how many signals you missed.
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congrats on 5.5k!! you're insanely talented and I'm so happy you're getting the recognition you deserve đ„șđ„ș could i join in the ship requests too?
I'm a rather small sized (like, 154cm & ~40kg kind of small) Asian female from a South East Asia country and i prefer men, especially men who are taller and Age Gapsâą đ„Ž I'm not sure how much you know about/believe in astrology but I'm a Libra sun, Taurus rising and Capricorn moon so you can do what you want with that đ
I'm an INTP/INFP (I've gotten both an equal number of times from sites OTHER than 16 personality, tho I personally vibe with INTP just a teeny smidge more) if you do MBTI âđŒ I LOVE to read, especially fanfiction lmao, and i also write! I really love listening to music + watching shows/movies too! My favourite shows are all mystery/crime based LOL and I am working towards becoming a criminal psychologist/forensic pathologist/forensic scientist in future! (heavily inspired by Criminal Minds, Sherlock, Detective Conan and the like so đ) I have a really vivid and good imagination please i can spend DAYS just daydreaming and imagining scenarios that I never finish writing about & generally this is how all my work is never finished loll
I'm the eldest sibling at home, and my parents haven't always been around so I've been rather used to stepping up and taking care of myself (+ my sibling, like helping them with homework and all). Some people say I'm a natural born leader? idk bc I often step up to be the leader in group work & I'll often be the one to initiate things & all. I'm a rather big procrastinator though LOLL so you'll often catch me rushing my assignments & final projects & rushing my revision for exams + finals like, 2 days before the actual exam đ which often leads to me becoming more stressed out & breaking down more often than i actually should so đ„Č I'm trying to quit this bad habit though
I love cuddles and hugs please I will KILL for cuddles and hugs from my back by a tall character pls it just feels so safe and comforting to be spooned too đ„șđ„ș sometimes when I'm too absorbed in work or something (which happens too often for it to be healthy) I might just forget to eat/sleep entirely AND also my sleep routine isn't the best. like i will literally fall asleep at 9pm, wake up in the middle of the night on my own at like, 1am, then usually I'll be rushing homework at this time, then maybe sleep again for a short while from 4ish? till when i have to get up for school/work at 5:30/6am đ there's been days where i literally looked so sick from the lack of sleep where my tutor once stopped the class to ask me if I was okay and if i was going to faint LMAO đ i feel like I'm a night owl??? but then also i have no problem getting up super early in the morning so?? but i really feel most at home and really enjoy the 3am nights đ
i am also the class clown lol but it's bc i just make sarcastic comments and all and my friends think they're funny???? but also i enjoy making people laugh bc sometimes i find it interesting to try and see what kind of things make my friends laugh so it's lowkey an experiment? or like something i want to achieve? at this point. I'm fluent in English and Chinese/Mandarin and I'm learning Italian so I roughly know some basics, and I really enjoyed History, which I took last year but dropped this year. (I'm taking English Literature with Biology + Chemistry this year and they're all great, except I'm literally dying from the workload aaahhh đ)
I'm kinda clumsy and Not Goodâą at most sports, maybe passably okay for badminton but I'm really not that athletic and really not very keen on exercising either đ I'm quite creative and good with public speaking/creative writing/impromptu performance/speech though I'd say! I'm also in my school's drama club đ though I'm more of a backstage lights & sounds kind of person. I'm right handed (with a really neat handwriting, as I've been told many, many, many times) and I wear thin frame spectacles which I sometimes will fall asleep in & I'm so clumsy/careless that I'm actually really afraid I'd break them (it's happened before đ)
I'm a really good planner? like i can do up a great and detailed schedule/plan for revision and all but i will NOT stick to what i plan đđ i love to snack!!!! on chips + gummies especially, and my diet is quite unhealthy lmao i literally don't eat vegetables At Allâą & i don't really eat meat that much too?? lmaoo please i can go for days without having a single proper meal & just survive on snacking on potato chips + soft drinks đ i am a very picky eater though so really me not finding food i like/am able to stomach is also really kind of my fault đ€Ą
while i really vibe with and love the dark academia aesthetic, i also do video/MOBA games, like i play games like Mobile Legends & all. I'm someone who knows most, if not all the lastest trends (like tiktok, memes etc) but i won't actively participate in them? i just kind of like to know things, like Knowledge is Power you know (I'm a Slytherin, in case you're wondering, though I've gotten Ravenclaw so often it's a close tie sometimes)
okay i feel like that's enough details about me? feels like I've told you nothing that's useful oh well LOL... I'd really love a ship for Criminal Minds and Marvel? if that's possible please? in case you missed it, i prefer men! (I'm a questioning bi, with a strong preference for men) for the hc prompt "what you do on your first date" or maybe "how you met + first impressions"?
thank you so much for being so kind and willing to do this ship requests thing!! I'm sure you're spending TONS of time and effort on this and aahhh i feel bad for typing so long paragraphs now (as you may have noticed i have a tendency to ramble on if not stopped because i am just really Socially Awkward âą sometimes đ and have really bad (social) anxiety too) and i really think you're super amazing for doing this??? I'm so sorry if this took up too much of your time aaahhhhh thank you so so so much đ„șđđ really the biggest of congratulations to you for your 5.5k??? you really do deserve every single follower & i am SO insanely happy for you đ€©â€ïž
- đđ anon
Donât worry, you definitely provided enough information lmao.Â
And thank you for your kind words, I appreciate it.Â
I hope you like the ships I made for you
They are under the cut:Â
Criminal Minds:Â
I ship you with Hotch.Â
You get the age-gap here lol. He would be a bit hesitant due to the age gap at first, but he would get over it because he can not resist. He does not seem like the type of cuddles, and especially does not take part in PDA. But when you are alone he would love holding you and spooning, especially after a long day of work. Aaron would be attracted to your uniqueness as well as your intelligence and aesthetic, finding it to be very âyouâ.Â
How you met + his first impressions:Â
You met when you were transferred to the BAU as the new Forensic Pathologist.
Hotch thought you were very interesting when you first met and was definitely intrigued by you.Â
He thought you fit in fairly well and would get along with the others (which you do).Â
He appreciates a sarcastic sense of humor, so he would dig that as well.
Hotch could tell you had a form of anxiety and wold be patient around you when you first met so that you could open up to him at your own pace.
What you do on your first date:
He takes you to a hockey game.Â
He is not the sportiest person but he has had an interest in hockey for a while, sometimes watching it on tv.Â
When he learned that you liked it, he decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to invite you on a date as well as to see his first game.Â
After the game, you walked around town for a bit, getting some late night food and talking or a long time.Â
This allowed you to open up to him quite a bit and you grew more comfortable around him as well, which he is very happy about.Â
Best Friend:Â
Your best friend is JJ. She thinks you are really cool and unique and nice. She has the type of personality that is easy t get along with and open up too, so you bonded with her quicker than the others. I also feel like she is into hockey as well, so she appreciates your love for it as well.Â
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Marvel:Â
I ship you with Sam.Â
I think Sam is a good fit for you. He is into sports, and digs your aesthetic. He is easy to get along with and very funny. He thinks your line of work is very interesting and loves to listen to you talk about it. Sam also really enjoys crime shows ans thrillers so he is always excited to meet someone who enjoys them as well.Â
How you met + his first impressions:
You met through Nat, who you had met through SHIELD years before.Â
You happened to be at the compound with Nat when Sam was there and she introduced you.Â
He immediately thought you were pretty and very interesting.
Sam could tell you were shy, but that did not stop him from flirting.
Though he also made some jokes and was easy going as to not scare you off.Â
He made sure to ask Nat about you once you left and managed to convince her to give him your contact info.Â
What you did on your first date:Â
He took you to the movies first, to watch the most recent crime thriller that came out.Â
After the movie you went to a nearby park and walked around, talking about the movie and other crime/horror related stuff.Â
You got food at a food truck and sat by the fountain together.Â
He was appalled when you told him that you didnât eat that often (if came a part of your relationship later on that he would try to cook you meals that youâd like just so you WOULD EAT).Â
You ended up spending hours together, and it felt like no time at all.
So you were definitely up for another date with him, which he of course asked you about. Â
Best-Friend:Â
Natasha. She was the first one you met, and slowly introduced you to the others. She thought you were really cool when you first met and was surprised at how well you go along. That is sometimes hard for her to do, so once you became friends she never took that for granted. She and Sam would gang up on you when you werenât eating btw.Â
xxaaron
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Hello and this is me annotating/doing director's commentary for the last chapter of Crowd as a victory lap. There's no indulgence like self-indulgence.
âIâll just make my hot young boyfriend help me,â Robin teases. âWhen Iâm eighty, youâll only be sixty-nine.â
I love to take a thing from the beginning of a story/scene and revisit it at the end. In this case, 'hot young boyfriend' is a light callback to 'sexy-ass, significantly younger boyfriend' back at the beginning when Robin was sad about the empty nest situation. This is, I think, the first time we specify their exact age gap. It is also the exact age gap I have with my own partner, because Iâm very lazy like that. (None of this was written with any reference to what's gone on in the podcast over the last year or so, which is good because it sounds like the whole aging thing for Glenn could have gotten really confusing. Wrightiverse Glenn came back right after Ravenloft, none of that other stuff happened to him. It's all good. Canon is optional.) * * * * *
Itâs not like the men in his family have much luck in that area, anyway; Glenn never met either of his grandfathers, and Bill didnât make it much past fifty.
I think Meryl actually lived for hundreds of years and is still alive in Faerun and they should totally meet, but Glenn doesnât know all that. * * * * *
Aesthetics aside, it didn't seem like there was much for Glenn to look forward to in middle age and beyond. Nick would grow up and wouldnât need his dad anymore, and Glenn would be all alone.
From Glennâs second chapter in Crowd, when Robin is sad about Connor leaving for college:
âI want him to be independent,â Robin is trying to explain into Glennâs knee, âbut also I donât want to be all alone.â Glenn flicks his ear reproachfully. âYou're not all alone. Iâm right here, dumbass.â
Sometimes what seems obvious when we're explaining it to somebody else doesn't feel as obvious when it's our turn. Admittedly, Glenn is coming to this with a different set of experiences than Robin is. More on that later. * * * * *
His career would go to shit, because getting old only works for rock stars if theyâre actually bluesmen in disguise, like Keith Richards.
I think I got this theory from something Chuck Klosterman wrote, probably Fargo Rock City. * * * * *
He starts his grounding exercise without even thinking about it. Five things he can see: one, an information sign for the city park. Two, a freshly-painted bike rack. Three, some big public art sculpture that looks like a giant rusty hairbrushâŠ
This particular grounding exercise came up earlier in Crowd. I didn't make it up for the story, it's real and many people find that it works well. Feel free to try it! The exercise he alludes to when theyâre on the beach, creating âsafe spacesâ out of vivid memories with lots of sensory details, is also based on a real thing. Lauren, his therapist, is named after the therapist who worked with me on my own PTSD and taught me that and a lot of other good stuff. At least based on my own experience, I can highly recommend EMDR if you can find a good practitioner. * * * * *
It was a hella sweet gesture from the kid.
Connorâs introduction in Name has to do with him carrying shirts past Glenn, and one of those shirts becomes important later to Robin. Given how big the GC3 actually seems to be, I donât think Connor did the majority of their merch. I assume they used a regular printer and Connor just did small runs of fun custom stuff when he feels like it, meaning not much changed after Glenn quit. * * * * *
Of course, Robin is the only member of the family wearing the shirt right now, because Robin is the only one who doesnât care that it isnât cool to wear merch from the gig at the gig itself.
I have no idea how widespread the âno wearing merch from the gig at the gigâ thing is, but thatâs the rule I learned. * * * * *
Robin is chatting away about something, but itâs hard to follow with all the noise and distraction around them. Glenn decides to let it ride, and allows himself to zone out and just watch Robin talk.
As requested by my brilliant co-author, this is a callback to when Robin spaces out watching Glenn talk on their first date. Both Robin and Glenn are consistently very prone to tuning out when the other one is talking, but neither of them particularly care. As Glenn says on their dinner date - sometimes a man just wants to think out loud for a while and get a âhell yeahâ in response. * * * * *
It's vastly unfair that Robin looks so good in direct sunlight, but he probably pulls it off because he's the one person in Los Angeles who isn't trying to look younger than he actually is.
Glenn should spend less time in WeHo. * * * * *
Thereâs already more gray in Robinâs hair than when they met, although Glenn will only accept partial blame for that. Either way, the old manâs on track to be a full-on silver fox before he even hits fifty.
It felt necessary to drop a reminder that despite how Glenn talks about him, Robin is not actually that damn old. I mean, I'm sure that sounds very old to some of you, but when you're in your mid-to-late 30s like Glenn, somebody in their late 40s is not unreasonably decrepit. I think it has more to do with their respective energies than actual birthdays. * * * * *
âWhat is it?â Robin has noticed Glennâs gaze, and he touches his own face to check if there's something on it.
Glenn grins. "Nothing, just ogling."
This is another callback to their first date:
âDo I have something on my face?â Glenn asks, and rubs at his mouth.
âNo, youâre good.â Robin says. âYouâre great.â
Because I adore a full-circle moment, that's why. * * * * *
âYour eyes were intense," Robin laughs. "It looked like you were going to start growling redrum at me."
This is my own fault for saying in the last chapter that Glenn was rambling about Kubrick moon landing conspiracies when he comes back from his walk. I tried like seven different ways to get them on the subject. I still donât know if it feels natural. * * * * *
Glenn stabs an accusatory finger toward Robin. âDid you suggest not doing the show because you knew Iâd argue with you and talk myself into doing it?â
Canât outro this story without at least a little argayment.
Glenn usually finds him in the bathroom at the end of the night, looking grumpy about being up past his bedtime and holding some girlâs hair back while she barfs.
With what we've learned about Robin over the course of Crowd, we now have the context to understand that for Robin, this drunk girl is very much the ghost of Christmas Past. I don't imagine he goes to many of these parties.
* * * * *
It doesnât bother Glenn a bit. Life isnât a movie, the cheerleader doesnât have to put on leather pants and start smoking in order to get her bad boy and her happily ever after.
I know that thereâs more going on in Grease than that, but consider: would Glenn know that?
* * * * *
He and Robin are very different people, and they always will be. They donât make sense on the surface, but they both know who they are, and who they are fits together perfectly.
Circling back to Robin at the end of Name, expressing his anxieties:
Robin rests his forehead on the steering wheel, avoiding Glennâs eyes. âLike I donât make sense for you, and everybody can see it.â
Some of the circles that I closed in Crowd were ones that were opened in Crowd, but some went back further. * * * * *
Love bubbles up in Glenn like a shaken-up soda, and he finds himself standing up suddenly and grabbing Robinâs shirt collar to tug him down for a kiss.
I wanted to mirror the âHot Dad surges forward to kiss him, hardâ thing from the beginning, but given the established height difference, Glenn canât just go for it unannounced unless heâs gonna stand tippy-toe. Thank you @whotaughtyougrammar for this art of what happens when Glenn tries the collar-tug and Robin doesn't notice fast enough.
* * * * *
Robin is caught off guard and stumbles half a step back, managing at the last second not to drop his drink. âOne second, sweetheart, just one second. You surprised me. What was that about?â
Glenn gives him a lopsided grin. âLuck?â
âOh, well, then. For luck.â
Luck and how to change it is a big theme throughout the whole series, both in the sense of âgood fortune/unearned blessingsâ and ârandom, unforeseen chance.â More later about that. * * * * *
When Glenn presses his tongue forward to slip between Robinâs lips, he tastes lemon and sugar.
Same as the first time they kissed, when heâd been drinking whiskey sours.
* * * * *
âRight, yeah,â Robin breathes, but he doesnât let Glenn out of his arms quite yet. âYou know,â Robin adds, âNick was telling me earlier that heâs going to sleep over at Grantâs tonight.â
So I'll be there when you arrive / The sight of you will prove to me I'm still alive / And when you take me in your arms / And hold me tight / I know it's gonna mean so much tonight * * * * *
Sheâd found him there, and she'd saved him, like she always did.
We didnât know Morganâs name when we first wrote the scene where they discussed her in Name, so we wrote around it as though Glenn was reluctant to name her out loud. We maintained this throughout the rest of Crowd except for the line where Glenn says that heâll tell Robin about the phone call with Morgan. Felt right. Her presence is very much felt but Glenn, at least, is not in the habit of talking about her unless he has no other option. * * * * *
They ran out of the venue and down the street, hand in hand and giggling like kids playing hooky.
@shrack was the one who began writing our Glenn with very physical methods of showing affection. I liked it a lot as a vibe and carried on with it. He and Morgan are also very young here. Glenn would be 21 or 22 at the oldest, which is barely older than Connor is now. I've always attributed some of his immaturity to the fact that he became a parent pretty young. (Glenn is 36 when Name starts and Nick is 13, meaning Nick was born when Glenn was 23 and probably conceived when Glenn was 22.)
* * * * *
It was like falling in love with every single person in the crowd, all at once. Glenn felt like he would never be lonely again as long as he could have that feeling.
Facing twenty thousand of your friends / how can anyone feel so lonely? * * * * *
By then, the GC3 performed in venues so cavernous that Glenn couldnât see anything outside his own spotlight. He could hear the audience roar approval at him, making a wall of sound that he could feel like a physical force. It was loud enough to drown out the screaming in his head, loud enough to let him forget that she wasnât out there among them. It was the closest he could get to forgetting, so Glenn did it as much as he could.
Part of a success that never ends / But Iâm thinking about you only... * * * * *
Slowly but surely, heâd been learning how to go through life with his mind and heart focused on someone elseâs well-being. It didnât come naturally: that wasnât the kind of family either of them knew. Still, theyâd promised each other that they could do better than how they were raised.
I am never here for iterations of this dynamic that assume Glenn is the fuck-up and Morgan was the perfect parent. They both became parents at exactly the same moment, you know? The world does not need one more story with an incompetent sitcom dad and his smoking-hot wife who does all the actual parenting. * * * * *
Nick is long since asleep, but Adele fucking Close has stayed up until these sickening hours of the early morning.
Conveniently, Glennâs brain has overwritten all his memories with the correct name and pronouns for Nick, because writing around it is a pain in the ass otherwise. * * * * *
âHello, Glenny.â
Bill calling Glenn âGlennyâ that time at Ravenloft really stuck with me. I donât know if they ever revisited that in the actual podcast, but it was so slimy and chilling somehow. * * * * *
âI fucked up,â Glenn says bluntly, and his mother narrows her eyes ever so slightly at his cursing.
Glenn gets in his own head early in Crowd about comparing himself to Penny, and Robin later worries about putting himself on âthe same levelâ as Morgan. Neither of them are quite galaxy-brained enough to realize that thereâs more than one person in Glennâs life who uses a lot of terms of endearment for him, considers themselves old-fashioned, and wishes everybody wouldnât swear so much. * * * * *
âThank you, mother,â Glenn grits out. He sounds absolutely nothing like himself, not that she minds. âI appreciate your help.â
I assume that part of the reason Glenn has such a hard time offering genuine apologies is that when he was growing up, too much of his apologizing was forced rather than sincere. * * * * *
âYou are out of chances. If you continue to neglect this child, I will get the state involved, and I will take custody myself. Iâve already spoken to the Freemans, and I have their full support.â
Morganâs parents are not mentioned very often and donât seem to be a big part of the Close boysâ lives. I imagine that whatever tenuous relationship Glenn had forged with them post-accident was pretty much destroyed by Adele forming this alliance with them and telling Glenn about it. * * * * *
Her patient demeanor is meant to remind him that she's here to clean up his mess again, like she always does, and his proper response is humble and apologetic gratitude.
And that is why Robin being patient can set Glenn off so bad, such as after the bike accident when they were arguing:
Glenn doesnât really hear most of what Robinâs saying. Itâs all just soothing, pointless stuff in that obnoxious tone that means Robin thinks heâs the smart, calm, mature one here and Glennâs the immature asshole who lost his temper again. Heâd never say it, but Glenn can tell what heâs thinking.
I hope it came across clearly in that part that Robin doesnât actually see the situation that way and isnât saying or thinking anything to that effect, but Glenn feels like he is because heâs had this somatic/emotional reaction triggered. Spatially he's arguing with Robin, but his body and a lot of his brain thinks he's arguing with his mom. Trauma can be like that. * * * * *
His mother keeps talking like he didnât say a word. âWe can all stay in each othersâ lives, Glenny. Iâm not trying to cut you out, Iâm trying to help you. I know you think Iâm a monster, but Iâm just trying to do whatâs best for my family.â
Sometimes the monster will tell you it's not a monster. * * * * *
From that night forward, Glenn will always know that heâs not a good person, because he almost takes his mother up on the offer.
I donât think being tempted by this offer means Glennâs a bad person, but we write Glenn as somebody who wishes he was a good person but is really afraid that he isnât. He was at a very low point here and he needed help. Feeling drawn to the only help on offer, even if it was from a toxic source, is pretty understandable. * * * * *
"I'll get Nicky ready for school tomorrow and you can sleep in. Weâll finish talking about this when you feel better.â
Man, I hate that abuser thing when they start being sweet as soon as you muster the energy to fight back. You get a little bit of steam built up and then they dodge you like a matador so that it dissipates again. To be clear, Nicky isn't Nick's deadname or anything, it's just the somewhat baby-ish diminutive form that Adele uses for him, like how she calls Glenn "Glenny." * * * * *
âFamily is important,â his mother says sadly. Just before she closes the door, she gives him a look thatâs an exquisite mix of regret, tender affection, and a tiny spark of hope. Adele would have been a great actress, but Glenn canât imagine who that particular performance was for.
Performance skills run in the family and Adele comes by her acting chops honestly, although she doesnât know it. I picture one of those situations where a young woman from a good background gets pregnant by some rakehell actor and her family covers up the scandal by raising the baby as a new sibling. That would mean that as long as Adeleâs âolder sisterâ never spilled the beans, nobody in their family at this point knows that theyâre related to Meryl. If Nick ever decides to do one of those ancestry DNA tests, things are going to get interesting. * * * * *
He certainly didnât find it very compelling. Family? All the family he will ever need is sleeping soundly down the hallway, tiny arms wrapped tight around a stuffed plush Babar.
I wanted Nick to have a stuffed animal that was sort of his parallel to Mr. Lion. Robin is drinking with Mr. Lion in the beginning of Crowd when heâs upset about losing Connor to college, and Mr. Lion appears again when Glenn comes in to talk to Nick and Connor after Robinâs accident.
âI⊠I guess I donât know.â Nick looks down, avoiding eye contact by staring into the darkness under Connorâs bed. Mr Lion is under there in a clear plastic box, along with some other stuffed animals. Even when Nick first met Connor, the stuffed animals were already banished underneath the bed instead of on top of it. But over the years, Connorâs never thrown them away.
Mr. Lion is one of the various ways we played with the theme that Connor is, as Nick puts it, âsomewhere between a kid and an adult.â Connor is a very confident and clever guy, but you don't magically get a giant box of maturity and life experience on your 18th birthday. At various points, he asks both Nick (at the campus concert) and Glenn (after Robinâs accident) to try to understand that he's still growing and figuring stuff out. Nick has definitely been deprived of some chances to be a kid, but in some ways Connor has as well. He started hanging out with Glenn after Penny and Robin split up, and although he and Nick obviously hit it off, Connor was closer to Glenn for a while. In a different universe, that might not have turned out as well - I mean, tell me you wouldn't side-eye that arrangement in real life. I sure would. Robin just sort of flings his hands up at the role Connor plays for the Close boys, but I strongly suspect that shit would not have flown on Pennyâs watch.
Itâs funny - he thought Connor was so grown-up when they met, but the guy was only 16 when the Wrights moved in next door. He wasnât much older by the time he was over at the Close place almost every day, helping Nick with homework or cleaning questionable leftovers out of the fridge. It didnât strike Nick as weird at the time, It was just another thing about his life that wasnât like anybody elseâs. He never questioned what was in it for Connor. Back then, Nick didnât even realize how lonely he himself was - he wouldn't have figured out why a kid whose parents had just gotten divorced might want to come over to the chaotic Close apartment to get away from the quiet in his own home.
Everybody was doing their best, and everything worked out for the best, but Connor over the course of the stories is sorting out the balance that works for him in terms of responsibility and playfulness. Fortunately, now that he has less responsibility for Nick, he can enjoy Nick more as a friend and brother. In Name, Robin and Glenn both sort of assume Connor will act as a babysitter to Nick while they go off on their first date; by Crowd, Connor is hanging out playing Smash with Nick and Grant as the gents get ready for their dinner date, but he's there socially, as a peer. Him being goofier and more immature also frees up Nick to do the same, since if Connor is cool and Connor is being playful, then "it's not a little kid thing, it's a bro thing" They both get to be kids now in a way that they weren't before, and I love that for them. Anyway, the point of Mr. Lion and why I wanted to give Nick a stuffed animal as well was to draw the parallel between the sons more directly and to anchor the stuffed animal component. So far there hadn't been any moment in which an actual kid was holding an actual stuffed animal.
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The Craziest Thing I Did For Seventeen
I like planning things.
Ever since Ideal Cut and missing the chance to see them in 2018, I've been thinking of ways to fulfill my fangirl dreams without sacrificing my responsibility as a daughter and sister, and also my goals as a nurse.
Working in a private hospital doesn't give you lots of extra money for fangirling. My regular salary could only cover my daily expenses plus contributions for my family needs, so I could only save for my most awaited unannounced Seventeen concert by doing overtime, not using my holiday pay and saving my night differentials, plus super tight budgeting.
It took two years for them to finally announce "Ode to You" world tour. And this time, I'm planning on turning my plans into action.
But before that, I had to find ways to ensure that everything would go smoothly: first, is to arrange my schedule, second is to prove my parents that Seventeen is my drive towards success and not a distraction (because it it necessary for me to get their approval and I don't want them to think that I'm choosing Seventeen over practicality), and three, take my sister with me, because she's the reason why I saw them in the first place, now it's my turn to bring her to them. It's about time that I return the favor by chasing our happiness together.
Maktub.
The first one was resolved probably due to luck that I never knew I had.
Since I've already become a regular employee, I was entitled for an annual vacation, but my schedule was December 2019, while the concert was set on February 2020. I went to my nursing manager and asked if my vacation could be moved to February, but she said that it wouldn't be possible, since the date is fixed. But when she tried to check the schedule in the HR, conflict arised since 4 of us in the ICU department, have the same schedule, and due to under staffing, they needed to arrange it. I volunteered for my schedule to be moved to a later date and so February 1-15 was given to me as my vacation leave.
Lucky, right?
In my excitement, I already booked for the flight and hotel, a crazy impulsive decision that could only be paired with prayers, in hope that it would go the way I plan it to. (But in my defense I had to do it, because it's much cheaper if you booked it earlier than later)
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The second one was a challenge. How could I convince my parents that I know what to prioritize and that choosing Seventeen isn't impractical? The only answer I could find was to take the english proficiency exam that I was supposed to take 2 years ago, but doesn't have the guts to do it. I've already saved for the exam, but I always come up with excuses (or actually somewhat true) that I don't have time to study due to my work schedule.
But this time for Seventeen (and my nursing career), I'm willing to take a chance (although my non-risk taker self is shaking with anxiety).
It was late in November when I decided to book my exam, I was hoping to take it by December, but maybe God knows I'm still not prepared since I haven't studied intensively yet, that there was a conflict of schedule. My coworker already booked December, and since we're on the same shift, we must not be on leave at the same time. So, I booked the next available schedule, which is January, at least I still have a month to study for the test.
During night shifts, if I don't have anyhing to do, I would practice my writing, then on weekends I would practice my reading and listening. Everyday after duty, I would only sleep for about 6-7 hours, so that I could wake up then practice my speaking for 1-2 hours before my next shift.
Four days before my exam, I had to ask permission to be on leave, so that I could camp out at the site and buy my desired ticket. I had to study while waiting in line. Despite the long hours of waiting, I am determined and excited to finally buy my concert tickets. It also helped that Carats surrounded me, and I felt that I've really found my place. We met our mutuals, and chatted with our co-fans. It was a very memorable moment for me.
January 16,2020. Boo Seungkwan's Birthday and also the day of the exam. I was so nervous, and to calm my nerves, I silently prayed to God for guidance, I joked that "God if only the examiner would ask me about my favorite music, I would be sure that I could pass this exam, because I could talk about Seventeen all day". In my surprise, it was the first question for the first part of the exam. And that's when I knew that where God guides, he provides.
I believe that the universe is conspiring to help me achieve what I truly wanted the most. I passed the test with flying colors, and it helped me gain the approval of my mom to go to the concert.
But then 2020 strikes, and it seems that the pandora box was opened. Health threats due to the covid virus was rising, and everyone was worried that it would reach the country.
I knew the gravity of the situation, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting to go to the concert despite the fear. I started becoming desperate when most of the events were cancelled due to the pandemic.
I held onto that hope that God didn't let me achieve everything I did so far, just to break my heart. I already have the concert and plane tickets, and the hotel was already paid, but on top of all that, I didn't want to disappoint my sister, who wanted this so badly like I do, because after long years of waiting, she could finally have a chance to go home to Manila. Also, my friend, who has never been in any concerts (despite wanting to go), finally took the courage to do this for herself.
When Running Man announced the cancellation of their concert, which is one day after OTY. I couldn't help but cry. I feel like my world is falling apart. Without the fangirl side of me, I would just be my pessimistic, melancholic self who doesn't know how to have fun.
As if that's not bad news enough, due to the massive resignation in the Icu department, they had to rotate the ward staffs and place them in our department, and when they announced the name of the "new" Icu staffs, it feels like I've been struck by a lightning.
In my two years of working, I only had a conflict with two nurses from different departments: The girl who spread rumors about me and the senior nurse from my previous area who traumatized me during my junior days. So, how shocking was it that the newbies would be the both of them? I almost resigned right there and then.
But it only made my desire to go to the concert much stronger, because the only thing that could push me to work even in the most stressful environment with the most difficult co-workers would be Seventeen.
I felt so down as the days went nearer to the concert date. I felt that anytime they would announce the cancellation of the event, and I had to cancel everything I booked as well.
I wanted to tell myself that safety first, but the other side of me wanted to see them so badly...desperate even to risk and live presently without fear. I debated in my head that I would die faster working in the hospital rather than to a one-day concert.
I prayed to the Gods, even done some bargaining, so that we would all be safe to go to the concert. I would rather have toxic shifts with my toxic co-workers than to miss this concert. I was that desperate.
But Inang announced that the concert would push through.
*Insert happy tears and fangirl squeals*
I made the necessary preparations, so that I would ensure our safety. We brought n95 and surgical mask with us plus we take 1000 mg vitamin c everyday.
We encountered problems along the way such as the hotel canceling our reservation, even though I've already paid the downpayment, and heavy rains while searching for the hotel, but we made it.
We were able to sort out the problems, and enjoyed the day before the concert. We did some pilgrimage and went to Saem store where they did their fansigning event. We also stopped by their hotel, but just to look at the place.
On the day of the concert, we went inside the arena early, and was able to join the Carat activities. It was exhilarating to be on the same area as Seventeen, and I felt so ecstatic like I'm in cloud nine.
Although me and my friends were separated by barricade while we're looking for coffee, we still had a great time chatting with others.
Finally, we we're allowed to go inside and find our VIP seats. I was so overwhelmed, because of how close it was to the stage as compared to my previous lower box experience, that I couldn't stop from shedding happy tears. My sister was in awe, and I held onto her as I calm myself.
This is the moment I've been waiting for. Not only these past 2 years, but I think that I needed this for my whole life.
I cried once again after the concert. I was so happy. I've never been this happy in my life. Everything was worth it and I don't regret anything.
SepAnx was real, as me, my sister and my friend, cried during our flight back to the province. But despite the longing, we knew that February 8, 2020 will forever go down in the history as the perfect day when we were able to reached goals, and became the happiest fangirl in the universe.
Hopefully, we would be able to do this again when the world heals. And when that time comes, I hope we'll see them, all thirteen of them.
#ode to you in mnl#odetoyou#seventeen#fangirl#fangirlstory#seungcheol#jeonghan#jisoo#junhui#soonyoung#wonwoo#jihoon#myungho#mingyu#seokmin#seungkwan#hansol#chan
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Torn (Part 1) H.S.
The sunlight is streaming through the curtains and gleaming off the vinyl flooring of my apartment while I try to force myself to roll out of bed. My alarm is screaming at me for the tenth time this morning. My eyes strain against the intrusion of light as I reach for my phone on the nightstand to stop the ringing in my ears from that damn alarm. I glance at the text on my screen from my best friend that I must have received after passing out around one am last night while trying to finish my essay.
Julie is almost the complete opposite of me in every way. She's unorganized and scatter brained and way more adventurous than I will ever be. But she also makes our little two-bedroom apartment feel like home even with the dirty dishes she leaves in the sink and as crazy as she drives me, I would honestly be lost without her.
Me: You know I had that essay to finish! But it sounds like you had fun like usual! I might have to join you next time! We'll see! Lol
I text back and head to the bathroom to hop in the shower before class. I turn the water on and wait impatiently for it to heat up, my tiny bathroom becomes filled with steam as the hot water helps wake me from my zombie state and relaxes my muscles. I'm dreading class this morning. My stupid elective class I took because I figured it would be an easy A to fill in the extra credits I need to graduate in May, but I am starting to realize that the easy A might not be worth the painful boredom of sitting in that stupid class twice a week. I hurry along getting ready as the morning is rushing by faster than I realized and soon I'm running out the door praying I have time to get coffee on the way.
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I stick my key in the lock of my apartment door still sipping on my iced coffee. I feel mentally drained after having to put so much energy into staying awake in class, luckily it's the only class I have on Thursdays. I can smell the scrambled eggs as soon as I walk into the apartment. Julies favorite hangover food, I will never understand how that girl can go out so much during the week and still go to work and finish all her school.
I walk into the kitchen and I laugh to myself while taking in Julies disheveled appearance, the aftermath of her late night out.
"Shut up", She groans glaring at me from her spot in front of the stove.
"I'm sorry, but you look pathetic" I laugh again not being able to hold in my amusement.
"Don't be a bitch, you're just jealous that I had a blast last night while all you did was write a paper all damn night." Julie snaps at me but I can see the hint of a smile on her face.
"Alight alright" I say with my hands up in surrender not wanting to actually piss her off. I pull a barstool out from under the counter and take a seat across from her.
"I was serious when I said you are coming out with us this weekend" she huffs, "We are going to this cool hipster club that just opened down the road. It is going to be a lot of fun. And I'm not giving you a choice, so tomorrow night, we'll head out around ten." Her words rush out fast. I am assuming it's so I won't have the chance to interrupt her and make an excuse of why I will not be doing anything of the sort. I roll my eyes when she turns back around to flip her eggs.
"I really don't want to... It's been a long week between work and school and all I want to do is sit on the couch and watch a movie." I groan at my relentless best friend. This is her third attempt in the past two weeks to try and get me to go out.
"Allie, you're 21, not 81. Would you please stop being so lame and just come out with us!" She pleads with me, "It'll be fun I swear!"
"Ughhhhh fine but if I hate it and get bored then I'm coming back home!" I say giving in but still hating the idea.
"Fine fine! Ahhhh yay!! It's going to be great!" Julie excitedly jumps up and down like she is twelve and are moms said yes to a sleep over on a school night. Finally she stops, leaving her dark brown hair messier than it was before, if that is even possible. I try my best not to laugh at her again.
"Alright I'm going to go to my room for a bit before I have to go to work at 6. Do you work tonight?" I ask. Her work schedule is constantly changing every week I can never keep up.
"Yea unfortunately, I wanna call out but I can't because I have tomorrow night off to go out and I actually need to make some money for a change." She says with a groan.
"Okay then I'll see you tomorrow! Be sure to put on your best fake smile and maybe brush your hair or something or you won't be getting very many tips tonight" I tease her as I walk to my room. I turn around just in time to see her middle finger raised in the air at me with a smile on her face.
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My evening shift at the local coffee shop blurs by as the hipster kids and sorority girls shuffle in and out throughout the evening. I found I was convincing myself that going out tomorrow night is exactly what I need to get out of this comfortable rut I have found myself in the past few months. With graduation about three months away I should probably have some actual fun before my college days come to an end even though night clubs are not exactly my idea of fun.
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I wake to a loud pounding on my bedroom door. "Allie!!! Get up! We have to pick out an outfit for you for tonight! I have to leave for work soon! Get up! We won't have time later!" Julie continues banging on my door.
"Ugh, Jules! Give me like 10 minutes!" I groan back at my annoying best friend. She insisted last night that she had to pick out an outfit for me because I don't know what a proper "club outfit" is.
Ten minutes later I've brushed my teeth and changed into some shorts and a t-shirt. I open my bedroom door to find Julie sitting impatiently at the counter with a cup of coffee.
"Okay, come on in and let's get this over with." I say to her rolling my eyes. This is not what I want to be doing at nine am.
"Oh stop being so dramatic." Julie mumbles at me as she walks past me and into my room.
I follow behind her and sit on my bed as she starts to dig through my closet for her version of an acceptable outfit for this evening.
"Okay, so we want something sexy but also comfortable. Maybe some skinny jeans and a cute tank top. Or even a jean skirt," she says excitedly.
"Sexy. Really. You know I can't pull off sexy." I mumble at her. Does she honestly think I can be sexy. She has definitely lost it. In the thirteen years she has known me I have never been sexy. I don't even own anything that could be considered sexy.
"Yes, sexy. You have the curves all you're missing is the attitude Al."
I don't have the first clue on how to come off as sexy, but I have a feeling Julie is going to teach me. This was such a bad idea. I can already tell that tonight is going to be a disaster.
Twenty minutes later I'm standing in front of my closet staring at myself in the floor length mirror in one of Julies jean skirts that rests nicely on my hips and stops a few inches above my knees and only makes me slightly uncomfortable. She has paired her jean skirt with one of my low-cut white tank tops and a pair of short strappy black heels. Lucky for me it has been a warm winter and it only gets into the mid-sixties right now at night here in Georgia. Especially considering Julie told me I am not allowed to wear the gray cardigan I tried to put over the tank top.
"So? What do you think?" Julie asks me while I stare at myself in the mirror. She's beaming, obviously proud of her work.
"Umm I like the outfit, but I'm not sure," I mumble.
She rolls her dark brown eyes at me, "Allie, you look hot trust me. You just have to own it. That is the key to being sexy, it is all about the confidence."
"Alright," I try to say with a sense of confidence, but my voice betrays me and I sound even more unsure than before.
"Shit, I have to go I am going to be late for work" Julie says as she rushes out of my room. "You look amazing! I will be back in time for us to do our hair and makeup before we leave! See you later girlie!" She yells to me before she slams the front door closed behind her.
I let out a breath I didn't notice I was holding as I look at myself once more in the mirror. My chest fills the tank top nicely threatening to overflow because of the pushup bra Julie forced me to wear even though she knows I hate wearing it because it makes my boobs look even bigger than they already are. She doesn't understand that problem seeing as she barely has any boobs. The tight tank top paired with the fitted jean skirt shows off my tiny waist and curvy hips. The jean skirt goes down just far enough to cover my full upper thighs. Overall I don't hate the outfit as much as I expected to, if I wear my long blonde hair down and maybe curl it a little I think I might be able to pull it off.
I groan staring at myself in the mirror one last time before collapsing onto my bed. I have no idea what to expect tonight I haven't been out since my freshman year. Even though Julie will be there I can already see myself sitting in the corner the whole night. I hope the night won't be a complete disaster. At least all our friends will be there and I can catch up with Emily. I push away the anxiety as I hang my outfit for tonight back up and head to take a shower.
I'm sitting on the couch buckling the straps of my black heels as Julie walks out of her room looking like a Victoria Secret model in her tight dress that leaves little to the imagination. She spent an hour doing my hair and make up after she got home from work and I spent most of that hour telling her to tone it down. It has always been that way with us. She is the one who wears full make up and heels almost everyday and I am the one who forces myself to put on eyeshadow every now and again and wears converse as much as possible. But somehow we always seem to balance each other out, she helps me step out of my comfort zone and I keep her from being arrested.
"See this is why I don't go out with you!" I grumble at her.
"What are you talking about? I didn't even do anything!" Julie says defensively while grabbing her matching clutch off the kitchen counter.
âYou didn't have to, you just come out looking like that and when I stand next to you I look like a freakin sack of potatoes!"
"Are you kidding me!?! Look at you! I wish I had those curves! We both look great and we are ending the conversation there." Julie says annoyed at my comment.
"Whatever." I mumble back.
"You are not going to start this night pouting, so get over yourself and let's go the Uber is ready downstairs!" she says sternly. Julie is the kind of person who has no problem telling you how it is, she has been that way ever since we were kids.
The Uber ride to the club lasted barely five minutes leaving just enough time for my stomach to get queasy with nerves. The car comes to a stop in front of a building littered with people stumbling in and out of the doors. Julie says a rushed 'thank you!' to the Uber driver as she pulls me out of the car behind her.
"Come on! Everyone else is already inside!" she says as she pulls me along after her and into the crowded building. I glance at my phone it is now ten o'clock, I will stay till at least midnight and then leave I decide.
The room is so dark it is hard to see the faces of the strangers as we shove our way through the crowd to find our group of friends waiting for us. There is a slight stench of smoke in the air and my heels stick to the floor just enough for me to notice. I hate this already. Julie is aggressively pushing her way through the overly friendly crowd of strangers. I decide that my best bet is to stare at the back of her head and follow closely behind her so I don't get lost. Suddenly Julie does a high pitch squeal letting me know she has found our friends. Our usual group of friends are standing around a high top table toward the back corner of the club. There's Maya, who Julie and I met in freshman English. Julie gets along with her better than I do because they have similar personalities and Maya will go out with her any day of the week where I will not. Then there is Dylan the common frat boy with the perfect hair and teeth, wearing his usual khaki pants and button up shirt. Maya and Dylan have been dating for a little over a year now. Next to the already drunk Dylan is his best friend Sam. Sam is in the same frat as Dylan and despite being best friends, Sam is sweet, polite, and funny unlike Dylan who is usually obnoxious. Sam is much more attractive than Dylan with his light brown hair cut short and his muscular arms looking perfectly tanned in his white button up. On the other side of the table there is Tabitha and Emily. Tabitha and Maya have known each other since middle school so they are really close similar to Julie and I. Wherever Maya is, Tabitha is usually close by. I get along best with Emily out of the three girls. She is quieter than the others and although she has no problem going out and having a good time she has a lot of other priorities she is focused on as school is coming to an end. We tend to sit and talk whenever we are all hang out while everyone else is drinking and goofing off.
"No way! Allie you actually came!?!" Maya says too dramatically bringing the attention of the whole group to me. "I mean Julie said you were coming but I thought she was just joking!" Maya continues with an annoying giggle and I force myself not to roll my eyes at her.
"Good to see you too Maya. Can someone point me in the direction of the bar please." I say to hopefully change the topic. I am going to definitely need a drink to get me through this night.
"I was just about to go get myself a drink if you wanna come with me?" Sam offers with a smirk making me blush like always.
"That would be great! Thanks," I say with a smile.
Sam is quiet most of the time but he is charming. And he is one of those guys who is absolutely gorgeous and has no idea.
Julie rushes over to the girls and the giggling starts instantly as Sam and I walk away from the group.
We make it to the bar with Sam only having to guide me past one group of drunk guys. Even with heels on I am still quite short making navigating the crowded club difficult as I can't see where I'm going. I order my usual crown apple and sprite, and try to refuse when Sam wants to pay for my drink but ultimately he wins as he hands the bartender cash and walks away with me following behind.
"So are you as ready for graduation as I am?" Sam awkwardly starts conversation over the loud club music as we make our way back to our group of friends. This was the usual with Sam. For a guy who is this attractive and has girls falling all over him, he always comes off awkward when we try and talk.
"Yeah I'm so excited, but also incredibly nervous. There is too many decisions still left to make," I awkwardly laugh.
"I get that. You would think that since we are finally finishing we would be less stressed out not more," Sam says with laugh.
I turn to respond catching his blue eyes, leaving me speechless. I am saved as we arrive at the table and Sam is greeted by Tabitha begging him to dance with her. She clearly already had a few drinks and Sam is too sweet to say no.
The night feels like it is dragging on forever. I'm not having a bad time but there is definitely other things I would rather be doing and on top of that Julie seems to be in a crap mood for some unknown reason so she is not making the night any better for me. It has been about an hour and a half and I've had three drinks making me just tipsy enough that my nerves have vanished.
"Jules I really have to pee!" I whine at her again.
"Okay okay, just give me a minute," She says staring at her phone.
"I've been waiting like ten. Just point me in the direction of the bathroom. I will just go by myself," I say back irritated as I sway back and forth to help with my urgent need to pee.
"Okay fine, go towards the bar and to the left," She instructs me without look away from her phone. I am trying not to get annoyed at her but she begged me to come out and has barely said two words to me since we got here.
"Thank you!" I say dragging the words out dramatically.
I make it to the bathroom without any issues to my surprise considering the three drinks I have had and the crowd seeming to have grown in the last hour. Luckily there is only one girl in line and I don't have to wait long. I wash my hands and check my make up in the mirror surprised it still looks almost perfect. I walk out of the bathroom and reach down pulling the hem of my skirt further down my legs as I walk.
"Ugh fuck!" I mumble as I collide with something solid and liquid pours down my skirt and legs.
"Oh shit! Sorry!" I hear a thick English accent respond.
I look up to find bright green eyes staring directly into mine. They are slightly covered by a mop of beautiful dark brown curls. His eyes stay locked on mine so intently that I have to look away so he can't see me blush under his gaze.
"It's fine. It was my fault I wasn't paying attention." I say faster than I intended as I wipe at my skirt.
"Wait a minute, let me uhh...." the handsome stranger starts to say as he looks around and then disappears and reappears with a rag from the bar.
"Here, I'm really sorry," He says again holding his hand out to me with the rag in it.
I take a second to glance at the tattoos covering most of his left arm. Quickly dragging my attention back to the liquid running down my legs I grab the rag hoping he didn't notice my staring. I wipe at the remainder of whatever he had in his cup off my legs and look up to find him staring again.
"Thanks," I mumble quietly despite the loud music as I hand him back the rag. My cheeks feel like they are burning, partially from the alcohol in my system and partially from his staring.
âThe least I could do. I'm Harry," He says with a smile revealing large dimples in his cheeks while holding out his empty right hand for me to shake. I stare at his outstretched hand for a minute before grabbing it.
"Allie, nice to meet you. Sort of," I say returning his smile and taking his hand in mine. His large hand makes mine feel even smaller.
"Allie." he repeats with a smirk. His accent making it sound beautiful while his eyes continue to stare into mine making my stomach flutter. I am so happy I downed that third drink or his stare alone would have made me a mumbling mess by now.
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Sitting in James's apartment right now. I cleaned in here because every time I come here when I haven't been here a few days it seems like the whole place explodes. Every time. But it's fine. I'm having a nice day. There was a bit of a stressful moment this morning but everything has worked out since then. The morning was bad with the afternoon was good.
I slept okay. I woke up around 8 and laid in bed for a while. I was going to get out of bed at 9:30 but decided to just get up after I finish going through Tumblr. I got up and dressed. I love my makeup. There was no food I was interested in. My plan was to walk my sculpture to the dentist office and then bike down the harbor to see James before I got brunch and then went to the museum. All of that went wrong.
First off I walked all the way to the dentist office because the website said that they were open. But for whatever reason they were closed. I guess maybe there are by appointment only. And then I took the sculpture back home because I didn't want to carry it with me. And so I was annoyed and hot by the time I got back.
But I just left again to go down to the harbor. I got down there and got to say hi to James. And then I started going towards the museum. I went up to the shopping center and sat at the counter at the diner. Have a nice conversation with the guy next to me. And then I get a text from Jessica asking where I was. Because even though I asked multiple times this week what time I was supposed to be there. And was told I was supposed to be there at 12:30 because the party started at 1:30. I was apparently supposed to be there closer to 10 AM. Because the party actually started at 12 and I was supposed to be there an hour before the party began and a half an hour before the setup was allowed which was 11. That was not what I was told at all. When I talked to Jessica when she trained me on Wednesday she said to be here at 12:30 or I could even come as early as 12 if I felt like I needed some more time to set up. The schedule that was sent out so that the program are supposed to do was from 2 to 3. If the party started an hour before the program and I was supposed to be here an hour before the party that means I should be there at noon. But the email they sent out yesterday said that the program were happening until 2:30. Okay. But the schedule still said in the email that I was scheduled from 12 until 2:30. There was nowhere in any of the information I was supposed to be there at 10:30 am. No one ever said this to me and so I was waiting on my breakfast and was really really upset. Jessica text me and I told her what are you talkin about I'm not supposed to be there for an hour. But apparently the party people were already there. So I switched my food to a to-go order and got over there as fast as I could but I was still a half an hour late. I was really angry. Multiple times I had checked about what time I was supposed to be there because this was my first birthday party and I didn't want to mess it up. No one told me anything about being there closer to 10:30 or 11. So that gave me so much anxiety and I was very upset.
Thankfully the birthday party people were great. They were a lovely family and we're super understanding and seemed to really like me. But I think it affected their lack of a tip at the end of the birthday. It's fine but after being told by multiple other people that they get tips at birthday parties I was a little perturbed that my being late because of being misinformed probably affect the back. It's fine. But still.
But the birthday party was fun. I helped them set up and got everything I needed. I went and had my lunch that I brought with me from the diner. I set up the program. The birthday boy was very tall for 8 and was a real big sweetheart. The whole group of boys that was at the party were very loud but a good time was still had by all. I really wanted one of their cupcakes but I wasn't going to ask. I gave him a mini tour and turned on some machines for them. Left them in the video game exhibit before they had their lunch. Then came and got them and did the roller coaster project for about 40 minutes. Because the mom felt they were being a little bit too crazy. But that's okay. Two of the four groups actually built the roller coasters. The birthday boys groups decided to beat each other with the tracks. So the mom made him sit out for a few minutes. Still a really fun time.
Everything got cleaned up pretty quickly. They help me put the tables back and they really didn't need me for much of clean up time. So I kind of hovered but didn't want to be in the way but also didn't want them to think I wasn't willing to be there to help. But it all happened really fast and I was out of there by 2:30.
But because I had been so stressed about everything I felt bad and didn't want to go home. So I went back to the harbor and went to Marshalls. I got a new Sleeping pack for my face because I've been getting real bad dry skin again. And I got the cutest little jumper but I'm going to wear tomorrow. It's yellow and I love it so much. I went to go get James a hug at Taney and then I came home.
I got catcalled a lot on our way home today. Don't know why. But it was whatever. Had a couple conversations with my cat callers. Don't know why but I did.
Then I got home and got cleaned up. Lay down for a little while but I didn't want to be in my apartment. Someone's coming to see it at 10:30 tomorrow morning and I just felt uncomfortable. I wanted to get pizza and go sit here at James's place.
So that's what I did. I got here and I cleaned and organized. I brought one bag of stuff over and put those things away. And then I realized that my belly button ring was missing. So I went back home to get another one. It's not my favorite but it's fine. I came back here and as I was walking out my bike James rode past me and we waved at each other and said hi. He was going to his other job at the theater. But he'll be back later.
I order food and waited for it to get here. Once it did I changed and had two slices of pizza and 1/2 of a thing of mac and cheese. And now I'm just chilling. The silk that I bought for the bullet bar came so I'm figuring out the best length for that. Stretches way more than I was anticipating. But I think I have it at a good left now. Going to play around with that.
James has an overnight tomorrow but we have the whole morning and afternoon together. Maybe we'll go to the farmers market. I don't know what will happen. I just hope that it's a nice day. I hope you all sleep well tonight. Be safe out there. Good night!
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It is Aug 23 2022, 00:10am. Happy 23rd Birthday!
It is crazy that i am reaching my mid-twenties soon. It was just 10 years ago when I entered secondary school. I remembered it all too well - the anxiety, frustration, first experience jitters of secondary school. My expectations, goals and how i'd survived the new environment. It was all just a fleeting moment - in a blink i'm already 23.
Which brings me to a point - that whatever emotions i felt back then did not matter. If i thought i was going to crumble - I absolutely did. But i moved on and survived. Survival was a huge part of my life.
In 10 years, my secondary school memories will be counted as two decades ago. My late teens to early twenties will be a few years and all just a moment in time.
There are several things that i wished i had achieved at this age:
Getting a boyfriend - which did not work out at all. Not even a slight progress, which is expected.
Voluminous hair - which bummed me so much but i've come to terms with it.
Ideal weight - I never thought of an ideal weight before but maybe i should have maintained it better. My prime was definitely weighing 50kg at 17 but being 55 at 23 isn't the end of the world.
Job - Self-realisation is when you've realised you were much hardworking at a younger age than your current one. All i want to do now is sleep in and forget all the pressing matters in life. Insurance? I'll delay it as long as i could...or so.
That is the thing. I had expected a better version of myself at this age but it's not all rainbows and sunshine. I've been through alot of reflections and self-analyses. Do i love myself? NO, but i'm getting there. I'm picking up hobbies again and taking time to appreciate personal blocks. I no longer go on meaningless hang-outs spanning more than 4hours because my body can't tolerate it anymore. My spine hurts if i'm out for such long periods of time it's insane. Everything about my body aches if i'm out too long - i've grown into an ISFJ Hermit.
I have a lot more of adult worries now.
I spend more time than ever with my family eversince covid struck when i was 21.
I've always been shy, quiet and lazy. I'm still the same.
But i'm learning to pause and take deep breaths. I want to live life with ease.
My music taste has expanded beyond taylor swift and TXT.
I discover serenity throught cooking. No matter how much i complain.
No more forcing friendships on myself. If it works then it works. If it doesnt, I let go.
I let sadness overtake me whenever and wherever. I still surpress feelings but allow them to overwhelm me at night. Night time is when i feel alive because no one can see me.
I indulged in spritual activities more than ever. I'm starting over.
So you see. Life at 23 isn't bad. It's not perfect either. But i'm always trying to live a good life. That is why this current birthday post is not focused on the negativity.
I am okay. I am well-loved by Allah SWT and my family. I am not alone even when i think i am. I will learn to spread kindness in any form because life gets more bearable when you do that. To future me reading this, you will always be a better version of yourself. Don't chase after what the world has to offer, just live in it with ease. Do good, be kind and you will be fine.
Happy birthday, A. I love you, even if no one else does. You are your own person with your own morals. Don't let anyone tell you that you can't live a peaceful life. You're not going to live a long life - so live in the moment. Give back in charity and Allah SWT will help you along the way. You are not really alone because your sisters, mom and dad are with you. Life will work out so don't give up. <3
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Snakes in Tow
I've spent the entire day letting musings roll through my mind and feeling the insistent pull to put them out into the universe to be known but I have a problem sticking to one subject. I honestly don't even know where to start but here the hell it is anyway. I had a dream last night about a boy I've been heart broken over for on and off about a year now. We are kindred spirits. Also, we're both conveniently Scorpios if that tells you anything. Always hot or cold, no in-between. My dreams have always been super vivid and like little memos to me from the universe. I get major deja vu but not just like "hey I think I've done this before" but legit I think I see the future in my sleep type stuff. Ever heard of Akashic Records? Look it up, neat stuff. I'll be doing everyday activities when this happens. Last week for example, I was sweating bullets outside under the sun that no matter how many times I moved away from kept following me and driving nails out of a massive stack of cypress. Don't even ask, this season of my life is called manual labor. So as I was doing this and cursing the heck out of these boards the universe literally spoke to me through Hotel California on the radio and I got that deja vu feeling. I knew deep in the core of my soul that I'd dreamt of this exact moment before. Sometimes you just know things, ya know? Intuition. That's how the universe speaks to me and I know that I am exactly where I'm supposed to be no matter how hot and sweaty the moment may be. Hopefully Mama Earth will send me a much more appreciated hot and sweaty moment later on if ya know what I mean. Anyway, with that being said, when I am shown something in a dream I listen. I don't always remember every important detail but in the gist of this one the aforementioned boy went to the moon for whatever reason and while he was there I was informed that he died. I mourned in my dream. Like gut wrenching, heart shattering emotions spewed out of me and I hit the ground screaming. Knowing that time doesn't actually exist in my subconsciousness I can't tell you how long that lasted but in the next scene I could feel my heart healing. I was recovering through music much like I used to do as a child. I was writing a song for him that I am currently kicking myself for not waking up and writing down because it was damn good. As I was writing this song in my dream I felt so anxious. People kept coming around while I was working and I got the feeling they were trying to steal my lyrics to use as their own. Then I woke up. What does this mean? It feels fairly simple to me really. Him going to the moon, an unreachable place, much like I feel that I cant reach him now. His emotions are completely shut down and walled off to me. I miss him as if I missed a dead loved one. I also feel like my subconscious was giving me and my inner self the chance to mourn that I haven't even allowed my conscious self to do. I've done everything I can not to think about it. Hence the manual labor. The last part I didn't understand until just now as I'm writing this but I think the anxiety I felt from the people around me was just exactly that. I'm afraid someone will steal my joy. It's as simple as a friend texting me out of the blue informing me of his affairs or him texting me himself while I'm writing about the dreams I'm having. Get the hint? His particular text went along the lines of "I'm so sorry. I'm just fucked up and dead inside."
I've been thinking about snakes a lot lately. Mostly because I'm tapping into my divine feminine and snakes are very similar to women in the way that we shed our skins(women shed eggs, snakes shed skin) but I just feel like they are seriously misunderstood beings. They get a bad rep with the whole Garden of Eden thing. Honestly snakes are beautiful and enticing in a sort of seductive, evil way. Yeesh. Now, with that being said I would like to invite you to take a look at some of the snakes in your life. Alluring, toxic, dangerous. Ringing any bells? So while I do have empathy for this beautiful, misunderstood creature. I mean really they cant help it. But I sure as hell would never stick my hand out for one knowing I'm going to get bit. Don't put yourself in the line of fire and stop getting bit. Don't get me wrong sometimes I do envision myself as this bad ass gypsy goddess with snakes always in tow but for the sake of this analogy lets just say that I would never let one within my vicinity which is probably actually true as hell. Funny how I sat down to write this with no idea where it was going but it all fell into place as it was supposed to. Always in the flow.
goodnight, don't let the snakes bite
xoxo
-S
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