#and then when i do fall asleep i wake up around 9:30am :)

[besnouted]

having to live and exist in one room that includes all of my houseplants truly hindering my circadian rhythm

[neuroticboyfriend]

I just saw a post someone made about what they usually do in a day (re: disability) and it really made me feel less alone. I've been really beating myself up for not doing or being enough. So I wanna share what my days are like too.

I wake up anywhere between 9:30am and 3pm, because I can't keep a consistent sleep schedule.

I pray, take my morning meds, and hydrate.

I sit in my room for around 30 minutes to an hour and a half, depending on if I have the wherewithal to leave my room or, if I have somewhere to be.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday I have therapy in the afternoon. The ride comes around 11 on Tues/Weds. I miss appointments a lot, and spend around 3 hours at the clinic when I do go.

*I may eat a meal, or have a snack. Maybe not, who knows. I sit on the couch, on my phone/computer. Lately been playing minecraft with a few small creative activities sprinkled in.*

At 4:45pm, every day, I go across the street to work on addiction recovery. I come home around 6:15-6:30pm. Mondays I take a ride with some friends to another place, from around 6:30 to 8:30pm.

Repeat asterisked bullet. Except maybe I watch something with my boyfriend. Maybe I call a few friends, if I didnt already early/for a few days.

Around 7:30-9:00pm I work on my addiction recovery at home.

More lounging on the couch on my computer/etc. Take meds between 10:45pm-12am. Hopefully I can get back to taking them at 9:30.

Fall asleep around 1-3am.

Repeat (+ i bring my cane or rollator, and fidgets, and often earbuds, everywhere i go). I only shower or do laundry when the energy burden is worth not feeling like total crap.

And you know what. That's enough. I'm alive. I'm sober. I may be in a lot of pain, may have a lot of fatigue, may still struggle with depression and mood swings and anxiety, but. That doesn't make a bad person. It just makes me a person - one with disabilties. I am inherently worthy just by virtue of being alive, too.

What you don't see by that list is the kindness I share with my friends. Or the strength it takes to get through the day. Or any of the personal emotional and spiritual moments I have, or any of my dreams. But I see them, the people close to me see them, and they don't want me to hurt or hate myself.

So to hell with what anyone else thinks or has said to me. What matters is that I love, and I am loved, and I always will be. Because there will always be people in this world who see me as a person and love me unconditionally for it. This world is bigger than the people who spread hate.

[darkbluekies]

oooh i liked cloud anon's ask! Can i get a normal day with silas? (Can't be that normal considering this man has a few screws loose) how would it be?

Also girl i saw you first on the yandere x reader tag that i always use and 💖💗💕 proud😩🤧 KEEP GOING!!!

first anon

[Ah, thank you so much! There has been some new people here these last few days, so I'm happy people seem to like my stuff !!]

Silas headcanon: normal day

mafia!yandere x reader

warnings: killing, mentions of drugs, blood

The days he can wake up with you are the ones he treasure the most, like today.

He wakes up before you, around 9:30am and pulls you into his arms, kisses your forehead and makes himself comfortable in the new cuddle position.

When the clock hits 10am you wake up.

All Silas wants to do is to stay in and cuddle but sadly, he's a very busy man.

He tucks you in and tells you to continue resting before dressing himself and making his way downstairs.

He tells the chef to prepare breakfast for you and walks into his office.

Silas' days either consists of paperwork and meetings or field work.

Today contains both — a few men will come over to discuss a man that have been stealing drugs from Silas and then they will go out and make sure that he'll never steal from him again.

Around 1:30pm, he eats his first meal — steak.

He also takes your food up to you and smiles when he sees your eyes light up at the steaming hot noodles.

At 4pm, his acquaintances come over and they start discussing what to do with the man who dares steal from him.

Around 8pm, Silas eat another steak ... this man loves meat.

Around 9pm, they make themselves ready to go out by packing guns and putting on all kinds of protection.

Everytime Silas have to go out on field work, he always goes to tell you how much he loves you, in case he doesn't come back.

He takes you in his arms and kisses you in a deep, almost frightened manner — now that he has you, he has something to actually come back to, something to live for ... and he's terrifed that he won't survive.

Out on the field, he often gets hurt and tonight's no exception.

He returns to his house at 2:34 am with blood all over his body and torn clothes.

He walks into the bedroom and into the bathroom that's connected to the same room to take a shower.

Everytime he comes back from a field job, he is filled with adrenaline and has the urge to show you his love, show you how happy he is that he's alive.

When hes in bed around 15 minutes later, he holds you close to him while whispering about how 'you're only his, you'll never be apart, no one else will have you' — Silas' type of love language.

He never wants to show you the horrific situations he puts himself in, he wants you to be his distraction, his light in the darkness.

Around 3am, he finally manages to fall asleep with you in his arms, feeling happier than ever.

[twin-disaster-tutel-brainrot]

Been thinking about the turtles' sleeping habits and such for a fic. This was meant to be a short one but I ended up having too many ideas so enjoy.

Raph:

Likes to sleep with his door open to be able to hear everything around the lair.

Somehow both a light and a heavy sleeper at the same time. Will wake up from the quietest suspicious sound, will be up on his legs in a second when his brothers come to him at 3AM because of a nightmare, but also won't budge when they literally jump on him to try to wake him up for breakfast.

Sleeps with a single quilt he and Mikey made together, with no pillow and with a LOT of teddy bears.

Belly sleeper.

Will use his teddy bears as a pillow when needed.

Will use his brothers as pillows during turtle piles as well.

Snores.

Used to sleepwalk a lot as a kid, happens way less often as a teen but could still happen once in a while.

And he has a sleepwalking stink of course.

Sometimes talks in his sleep too.

Has a very consistent sleeping schedule and wakes up pretty early without an alarm clock, but only on weekdays.

On weekends it's almost impossible to wake him up before 11 and definitely not before 9.

Takes him a while to get out of bed after he wakes up, and he's pretty slow during the morning, only really waking up after breakfast.

He also likes reading comics or play some idle game on his phone before going to sleep.

Donnie:

Sleeps with his door closed and locked.

Prefers to have white noise on.

Prefers sleeping with a weighted blanket.

Uses a either a gel pillow or a memory foam pillow. (Those ones that hold their shape that are good for back sleepers) - I actually went back to "The Purple Jackets" episode and it does look like he's using a gel/memory foam pillow.

I was gonna say he's a back sleeper and then I saw the scene in "The Purple Jackets" again and he changed his sleeping position like three times there, so I'm gonna say he falls asleep on his back and rolls around a lot during sleep.

While he likes the white noise and weighted blanket he doesn't actually need them to sleep. If he closes his eyes while sitting/lying down he's gonna fall asleep after 5 minutes max.

He also falls asleep if he just touches a bed for long enough.

And it also takes him exactly 5 minutes to get ready for bed. So 10 minutes from when he walks into his room until he's completely asleep.

Likes sleeping in small confined spaces. (Wrapping him in a blanket like a baby counts as a small space. The space under his desk is also a small space. The space under the sofa is too. And space between his brothers during a turtle pile.)

He has strict rules about his sleeping schedule. He wakes up at either 7:40 or 9:10 every day. He will stop working and go to sleep at either 1:30am or 3:00am. If he misses both he'll just work through the night and go to sleep the night after that.

He misses both marks quite often.

The only way to make him break those rules is with a turtle pile.

One thing he cannot tolerate though is scratchy beddings. He will not fall asleep if something scratchy is touching him.

I feel like he doesn't like ignoring his notifications so he always makes sure he didn't left anything unread before going to bed, and he makes sure to do that during the 5 minutes it takes for him to get ready. But sometimes someone sends him something dumb that makes him angry enough to drop everything and start a stupid online argument that lasts all night. So sometimes he just stays standing in the middle of his room without moving for hours instead of going to sleep, or he'll end up sitting in his chair with his phone. If he chooses to sit on his bed tho he ends up falling asleep almost immediately.

Leo:

Insomniac™

Sleeps with his door open a crack, enough for light and some sounds to get in but not enough to make him feel vulnerable.

But he also gets sleep paralysis once in a while and having your door be open just a crack is like perfect nightmare fuel so when that happens and his sleep paralysis demon peeps in he probably goes to sleep in Mikey's room for like a week.

Also definitely just have nightmares in general almost every night. He's used to it by this point. He does wake up from them like three times a night tho.

^ Definitely not projecting.

Has a nightlight. Cannot sleep without it.

And a digital alarm clock with glowing numbers that's always facing the bed so he'll know how long he slept for.

It takes him like half an hour to fall asleep on a good day and three hours on a bad day. Usually spends that time scrolling his phone until he can't possibly keep his eyes open for a second longer.

Uses like 5 blankets - a quilt over his legs, a fuzzy throw blanket around his shoulder, two more summer blankets and finally a comforter over everything. Or maybe swap one of the summer blankets for a weighted blanket, I haven't decided yet.

If he does use a weighted blanket though then he can't sleep without it.

He likes sleeping completely covered up from head to toe. Uses one of the summer blankets to cover his head to not get completely overheated, and to be able to see his nightlight and hear the noises from outside his room.

Uses three pillows - gel/memory foam pillow, understuffed normal pillow and an overstaffed normal pillow. The overstuffed one is to lean on when he's sitting scrolling on his phone, the other two are for sleeping on.

Has a small decorative pillow he got from April that he hugs to sleep every night.

Other than scrolling on his phone for the few hours before he falls asleep he actually makes an effort to only sit on his bed when it's nighttime.

He also always has a fan on for the noise and the airflow, but it's never directly facing him or it'll wake him up.

On really bad nights he can't fall asleep he gets up and makes himself something hot to drink (yes this is also inspired by "The Purple Jackets" episode how did you know?)

And then he'll go bother Donnie.

He loves sitting in Donnie's lab while Donnie is working. He either watches him working quietly, or he whines like a little bitch until Donnie gives up and talks to him, and then they spend all night talking about the most random stuff.

He likes reading comics before bed too, or fanfiction/fancomics on his phone. He'll read the most garbage incomplete fic that was witten in half an hour at 3am and posted 5 years ago, unironically enjoy it, and screenshot his favourite lines and send to Donnie.

I also think he sleeps in fetal position, but wakes up in the most absurd positions.

Mikey:

Prefers sleeping with his door closed, but doesn't actually mind if it's open.

Can sleep anywhere, anytime. Will fall asleep in the most awkward positions and awkward places.

Sometimes sleeps inside his shell, especially if it's somewhere with too much light.

Can lucid dream. Might be something he can do by mixing his lucid dreams with his mystic powers? Didn't think this through yet.

Sleeps with a huge thick comforter during winter and a super thin throw blanket during summer, just switches between them one day during fall/spring.

And he also has a blanket Raph knitted him that he always sleeps with. Like they all have blankets Raph knitted them but he's the only one who consistently sleeps with his every night. Hugs it more than covers himself with it.

Has a million different pillows and always burrows himself between them when he sleeps, in a different position every time of course.

Has a pretty healthy sleeping schedule, he gets tired at a reasonable hour and goes to sleep, sleeps for 5-6 sleeping cycles per night.

Goes to sleep early and wakes up early. He and Raph are the first to wake up, but he's the first to get up and get ready usually.

Really energetic during the morning. He's the only one of them who's like this, and Leo is the only one who can really keep up with him before breakfast.

He also has a lot of plushies on his bed but he sleeps with them less.

Will always sleep hugging one of Raph's arms during turtle piles.

I went a bit overboard with the headcanons whoops. This was supposed to be like 3-4 ideas for each one of the guys and mainly focus on like, the door and the blankets, and I ended up adding way too many things~

[serpens-the-puppetmaster]

I don’t know why I’m doing, but it feels like it needs mentioning. To anyone wondering about the potentially slightly off reblogs I’ve made over the past three hours—I’m fine and I’m sorry if I worried you. I’m just partially braindead(Not literally, that’s just what I call it when I’m super tired and cannot think properly), is all.

Okay, unnecessary context time. I took a nap at like 7pm yesterday because I was tired and I was expecting to wake up around 9-ish so I could take my meds(That I need to sleep, among other things) and go to bed properly. I instead woke up at 1:30am confined to my bed because I had a nightmare that a Huntsman Spider had attacked and bitten me and my little brother.

I know, a grown woman having a nightmare? Blasphemy, am I right?

Anyways, I refused to go back to sleep so I confided in my friend’s Tumblr, then Tumblr itself. It took me an hour before a thought had crossed my mind and forced me out of bed by sheer curiosity. I had forgotten to take my meds. Yes, I only remembered at that moment. Yes, I have since taken them.

It’s been 2 hours since then and I don’t think Tumblr is helping me to fall asleep at all. I feel a lot better now because I’ve got my cat laying here with me, so I think I’m going to call it and try to go to sleep by wholesomely daydreaming about my beans. It genuinely works sometimes.

I’m probably not gonna remember posting this in the morning. I wonder what my future self will think of this…

[drdemonprince]

How do you get to sleep? You appear to sleep about as much as me which isn’t very much. How do you get the brain to calm its jets?

I'm not sure where you're getting information on how much I sleep, maybe from me posting late? I get 8.5 most nights from 1am to 9:30am. I don't really have trouble falling asleep these days, so I don't know how much this will help, but here are the things that have made sleep easy for me:

having a consistent wake-up schedule. Sleeping regularly for me isn't so much about when I go to bed so much as when I wake up. If I wake up around the same time every day, I get tired around the same time -- naps and sleeping in are just personally very depressing and throw me out of wack.

having a consistent life schedule. Before I got a full-time job and was stuck freelancing and adjuncting, my sleep schedule was a mess. But the moment I had a consistent place to be every morning at the same time, everything fell into place for me. Now my office is remote, so times don't matter so much, but I've stuck to a regular wake-up schedule anyway.

I quit caffeine. It's incredibly easy for me to wake up because I am not experiencing caffeine withdrawal every morning. It's easy to fall asleep because I don't have a lingering caffeine buzz. I love decaf as a ritual, but I can hop out of bed and hit the pavement without anything and be fine all day.

I don't workout or apply testosterone gel at night, and I avoid annoying work tasks at night. Anything that will get my blood pumping and my energy through the roof.

Your usual sleep hygiene: nothing in bed other than reading a book, blackout curtains, earplugs at the ready if the neighbors get noisy, and a stuffed animal to press against my body.

[ellies-cycling-notes]

Day 2: Long Island to NYC

Distance Covered: 80.23 miles

Total Time (including rests): 9:47 (7:45am-5:32pm)

Time spent riding: 7:22

Average Speed: 10.9 mph

Apples Eaten: 3 (fuji - 7.5/10, fuji - 8/10, granny smith - 6/10)

Overview of Ride:

Today's ride was just a single long trek. The very beginning of the ride was on some of the best side roads I've ever been on (they were of similar quality to a bike trail), but after that, most of the rest of the ride was spent on state roads with cars zooming past.

Once I got into NYC, though, it got better. My route took me on multiple bike trails through parks, and even when I was on city streets, New York's bike infrastructure felt better than I'm used to (this was probably influenced by the fact I was coming from various state roads that had practically 0 bike infrastructure).

The worst part of the ride was the flat tires. I ended up getting 2 flats today, both on my back wheel. I think the second flat was actually influenced by the first, because I only have a hand pump and cannot fully pump up a tire unless I go to a bike shop, and so I believe the extra weight on the back wheel combined with a not-completely pumped up tire is what caused the second tube to pop.

I finished off the ride with 2 back-to-back bridges: the Kosciuszko bridge, and then the Williamsburg bridge. The Kosciuszko bridge wasn't that bad, but the ride uphill for the Williamsburg bridge was absolute hell. At least it meant that once I got to the top of the bridge, the last 1.5 miles I had to ride were smooth sailing.

I took 4 breaks on today's ride: breaks #1 and #3 were short breaks where I had to fix a tire, and thus also had a little snack. Break #2 was in a park, where I had an early lunch (PB&J, as expected). My last break was a water break in Queens right before I got to ride on the Brooklyn-Queens Greenway, a rather nice bike path.

Small Notes/Experiences on the Ride

Sunscreen - I almost forgot to put on sunscreen this morning! My campsite was in the shade and the sun was still low when I started the ride, so I just forgot. Luckily, I noticed another bicyclist who had stopped on the side of the road and was doing various prep, and somehow that subconsciously reminded me to apply sunscreen

Waking up - I woke up just before dawn this morning (around 5:30am). I tried to fall back asleep, but couldn't, for 3 main reasons: (1) my sleeping bag was really hot, and I was overheating (2) there were train tracks near the campground and a train passed by just as I was trying to fall back asleep (3) roosters! I don't know where they were, but starting around 6am, you could hear a rooster's call every minute or two

Speed Limit - As a bicyclist, I always find it funny when I'm able to go faster than the speed limit. This is easily attainable on roads with a Limit of 15 mph, but my law-breaking was more impressive than that today. The road had a speed limit of 20 mph, and was on a short downhill, so I was able to pick up speed such that I was the fastest vehicle on the road (I capped out at around 24 mph on that road)

Railroad Avenues - I don't know why, but my maps kept having me take routes that ended up with me going right parallel to train tracks. More than once, said parallel road was called a Railroad Avenue.

Dogs - I usually don't care much for animals, but there were a few dogs of interest I noticed today. One of them was in a yard behind a fence and kept zooming back and forth from one end to another. I thought it was following cars, but then it just turned around and raced to the other end when it was already chasing a car, so that theory might be wrong. I also saw a wooden or plastic dog statue, maybe 1 meter tall, hyper-realistic, just sitting on the curb of a city street. There was a third dog I was thinking about mentioning, but I forgot why it was interesting before I had a chance to write it down.

Post Ride Notes

I'm now resting in a friend's apartment in NYC. I'm late to posting tonight because when I got here, I ended up just lying down for an hour or two because of how sore I was. I did not do Yoga today, but as tomorrow is my rest day, I'll likely do Yoga then.

Design Notes

Today's design notes refer to specific games I'm working on/want to work on, mainly focusing in from a mechanics perspective.

Game 1: Doubles Rowing

The idea for this is a micro card game, maybe 20 cards at most, where two players play cooperatively as the two rowers in a Double (a two-person boat where each person has 2 oars). The stroke seat would have to play cards to set the pace and keep the energy up, while the bow seat would have to follow the stroke and make directional calls (and maybe some other calls too). This idea hasn't really been fleshed out at all yet, so that's what I have so far.

Game 2: Bicycle Repair Minigames

A video game, probably using either a mouse-and-keyboard or a game controller, where the player has to perform various tasks that require precise actions in order to repair a bike. For example, when performing the mini-game to replace a bike chain, you would have to carefully line your new and old chains up, side-by-side, and then use a chain tool to shorten the new chain if it's too long. However, you still have to be very precise with this part, as you don't want to accidentally break a chain link. After that, you put the chain carefully on the bike cassettes, and have to line up the ends of the chain so that you can connect it, either using a master link, or by using the chain tool again. And that's just one example of a mini-game

Game 3: Cooperative UNO: Curses!

This game is based around a cooperative game-loss condition I've been wanting to work into a game for a while. I thought I'd test the mechanic/loss condition out with an UNO deck. I have a whole rules system for it, so here's how it works:

This game is for 2+** players.

Separate out the numbered cards (0-9) from the others.

Shuffle the numbered cards and deal each player 5 cards. Set the rest of the numbered cards to the side face-down (this is the deck).

Put the top card of the deck in the discard pile.

Set the other cards (reserve, +2 cards, etc.) to the side in a pile (doesn't need to be shuffled). This is the Curse pile. Any cards that are not number cards will be counted as Curse cards in this game.

Now, here's how you play the game. Players are working together, taking turns. Tabletalk rules are up to you, but I would suggest no talking.

On your turn, you start by drawing until you have 5 cards in hand (on your first turn, you draw 0 cards). If you attempt to draw from an empty deck, keep the top card of the discard pile, and shuffle the rest of the discard pile as the new deck.

Next, you play a number card to the discard pile that follows the rules of UNO (is either the same color or number value). If you cannot, you discard any number card from your hand to the bottom of the discard pile. Also, add a card from the Curse pile to the bottom of the discard pile.

At the end of your turn, discard any Curse cards you have in your hand to the bottom of the discard pile.

Winning/Losing the Game:

This is not currently a game that can be won. However, there are 2 ways to lose:

If every player must discard Curse cards at the end of their turn in a turn cycle, you lose.

If one player is neither able to play a number card nor able to discard a number card on their turn because their entire hand is Curses, you lose.

Game 4: Cave Explorer

This is the game I probably have the most to write about, but I'm getting tired, so I'm going shorten it to a summary today. Luckily, this is the game I'm most interested in working on/thinking about, so I'll probably have many chances to expand on this in future blog posts.

This game is a single-player video game I made in a class my Freshman year. It's a rogue-like game, where you have a large grid of colored squares. You have an avatar on one of those squares you can move around by using the arrow keys, and need to get them to the exit. However, there are 3 snags in this plan.

First, when you input a movement for your character, they don't actually move. Instead, your input is recorded in a log on the side of the screen and you can add more inputs. When you think you've made all the movements to get your guy to the exit, you can click "Enter", and they'll go through the movements you inputted one-by-one until they either reach the exit, or fail to do so.

The second trick is that each colored square has a differently ability. In the original version of the game, you start with four types of tiles:

Floor - light grey tiles that you can walk on

Walls - dark green tiles that you can't move through - they can be used strategically, though, if you think you'll forget one of your inputs.

Pits - Black tiles that if your avatar walks on them, it's a game over.

Falling Floors - Dark grey tiles that can only be stepped on once. After that, they turn into Pits.

Furthermore, as you get further in the game, more unique tiles will appear so you have to be able to carefully maneuver around, making use of the different tiles the best you can.

The last snag in your game plan is the timer. The game cannot actually be beaten, levels can generate infinitely. Your progress is instead calculated by how many randomly-generated levels you can get through before you run out of time, with each level more complicated/difficult than the last.

That's an overview of the original version of Cave Explorer. I have a rest day tomorrow, so I'll try to see if I can find the files for it and whether I'd be able to share it.

I have several ideas for ways to expand/re-work Cave Explorer. However, as mentioned earlier, I don't really want to get into all that right now. Instead, I'm going to give a list of terms, which will serve as both a notes board for myself, and a small bite of what I'm thinking about.

Gamemodes: Classic, Basic, Randomized, Region-based, Endless, "Deck-builder", Custom

Tile Types: Ice, Mud, Jump, Quicksand, Linked Teleport, Key, Hidden Room, Upstairs, Corruption, various "Points" tiles

Code Changes: Updated map-building, weight of tiles, tile definitions, ui formatting

"Out There" Ideas: new characters, enemies, race/fight mode

That's everything from me tonight! I'll be resting up tomorrow, and will still make a post, but it'll probably be shorter and more formal than normal.

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[becaexists]

30 Days of Echor - Week 3

Definitely didn't forget to post this def not (I have goldfish brain so this has been sat in my drafts lol)

Ino Aristos

Where They Grew Up: Ino grew up in the UK, which is slightly ahead of VT legislation in terms of a registry, making her life as a born VT interesting. Moved to Echor at 18 to be with Atlas.

Relationships: Married to her lovely wife Atlas, knows a lot of VTs in Echor due to the secret VT bars and clubs she sings at,

Character Flaws: She says "lol" and "lmao" out loud (I definitely don't do this haha), prideful, defensive, temperamental, impulsive, slightly reckless when it comes to her own safety when defending what she believes to be right (Atlas has had to physically drag her away from a fight before she clawed someone's eyes out, Ino swears to this day he deserved it)

Average Day: Wake up at mid-day to Atlas bringing them tea, complain about not being able to have caffeine, eat breakfast, nap, do some coding, nap again, eat again, more tea, shower and wing cleaning, have dinner with Atlas at 6pm, if she has a gig booked, she heads to work at 7pm, finishes at around 2-3am, if they don't have a gig, go and do Uni work at favourite coffee shop Night Shift (beloved) until 4am, heads home, has more tea, goes to bed, rinse and repeat

Atlas Aristos

Where They Grew Up: Grew up in Aurella Heights before her parents divorced and her mom got custody, then one of the cheaper apartments in Sage Grove after she moved in with her mom and sisters, and then to Downtown Echor to be with Ino.

Relationships: Married to her dear wife Ino, knows some VTs as an extension of Ino taking her places, her colleagues at the shitty food place she works in, but mostly keeps to herself

Character Flaws: Comes across as cold when really just anxious, holds grudges, often appears to be overdramatic when having meltdowns over "little things", can be very sarcastic and blunt, perfectionist (usually to her own downfall)

Average Day: Wake up at 8am sharp, make coffee for herself , begin cleaning around the house, go for a jog, grab a pastry, get back home at 9:30am, get dressed properly, continue cleaning until 11:30am, contemplate getting a job she enjoys that pays better than her current job, contemplate what life would be like if she could afford college, make tea, go wake up beloved wife at 12pm, give wife tea, make sure wife eats breakfast because she will forget if she doesn't get reminded, work on nursery for soon arriving baby while wife naps, paint, contemplate what life would be like if she had a better job and went to college again, make more coffee, think about beloved wife, locate and kiss wife, make sure she's eaten more than just breakfast, get ready for work at shit food place job, make dinner so it's done for 6pm exactly, eat dinner, rush to work, work until 2:30 am, spend 15 minute travel time contemplating quitting, get home, have some lavender tea with honey, fall asleep listening to asmr

Again I am dumb and forgot to post until I started my week 4 post and saved it to my drafts and found this un-posted lol this was a lot of fun see you in like a day for the week 4 prompts

[sunnyuto]

Story time:

When I was a freshman in college, I had a major medical emergency right after midterms. I ended up being out of school for two weeks. Luckily, because it happened on school grounds and they were fully aware of what went down, I was immediately connected with the Dean of Students and my professors were all informed before I got back. This basically meant that that I had until the end of the semester to turn in the work I missed and any extensions needed on current work when I came back.

The complication was that I was also dealing with a lot of fatigue and insomnia due to what happened. CPR is fucking painful. I had one 9am and one 9:30am class that semester and I really struggled to make it to class on time, if at all. Truthfully, I didn’t care that much about making the 9am, it was taught by a sucky professor who only used the slides that came with our textbook, and there was a general understanding that as long as I was getting assignments in, attendance wasn’t going to be held against.

But I did care about making my 9:30 class. It was my favorite class with my favorite professor and being in class actual was important. At one point I had missed a few classes in a row due to oversleeping - I wouldn’t fall asleep until 3 or 4 in the morning and so wouldn’t wake up until 10 or 11 - so I decided I was going to do whatever it took to make the next session and ended up pulling an all nighter in the student center to make sure I wouldn’t sleep through class.

I made it to class on time and took my usual seat and got ready to take notes and you wanna know what happened?

I slept through the fucking class in the back of the lecture hall.

The professor never called me out on it, although she definitely knew, as there was a general understanding that I could do whatever I needed to in order to just get through the rest of that semester.

But I think sometimes about how if I hadn’t been immediately connected with the resources I needed, I likely would have failed both of those classes that semester and probably at least one other. I am not someone that can easily ask for help or admit when I’m struggling and I’m so fortunate that my department and my school in general was keeping their eye on me. I fully fucking died and was lucky enough to be in the position where everyone around me knew and was able to help me move along as I came to terms with that.

So please. Don’t be like me. Ask for help when you need it. Admit to your professors when you’re struggling, especially when the struggle is completely external to their class. Your professors are human beings and they want to help you and see you succeed. The assholes are rare, I promise.

hard lesson to learn but it has been important for college: ask professors for extensions BEFORE you desperately need it, rest BEFORE you're exhausted, skip class BEFORE you're too exhausted to go to class, cancel obligations as soon as the vibes are off, etc

there's been five times so far where I was like "Should I ask for this extension/go home early/skip this class?" and each time I've been incredibly thankful I did it and I felt better afterwards.

[bbeelzemon]

..i feel like im being actively sabotaged here tbh

[milkybonya]

🌱who do u love?

order 039, @14-hibiscus: large banana milk tea--ptg's Yuto and Wooseok love triangle + order 040, anon: large classic milk tea with strawberry popping boba and pudding for ptg's Yuto

🌱warnings: Yuto calling you princess but i promise it's gender neutral, open endings that may frustrate you, nightclub+alcohol mentions

🌱summary: Yuto and Wooseok are best friends who meet you in different places and times, oblivious that they're both falling for you at the same time. Yuto knows you as the bar server at a club who he's always got a bone to pick with, meanwhile Wooseok knows you as the sleepy kid in class who always dozes off. features endings for both Yuto and Wooseok so you can pick if it's reader x Yuto or reader x Wooseok :D

🌱word count: 1k+

barista🥛's 💌: so i combined 2 requests and i hope thats okay c: the ideas they gave me just !!! also omg ptg's comeback has me on THE FLOOR like this might be the peak of ptg for me? sparkling night is sO PRETTY

you never thought a night club would be a good place to work, at least for you, but somehow it worked. after a long day of classes, having your eardrums blown off by the thumping base and having to rush around with your hands full of drinks is the best way to blow off steam!

am i being sarcastic? i don't know...

nonetheless, your job has its perks and its downfalls. one of the downfalls is definitely Adachi Yuto.

you know him all too well through gossip. he's resident bad boy at your university: ice cold, never shows up to class but somehow gets near-perfect mark, rides a motorbike, and of course he just has to frequent the night club you work at.

his favourite spot is always by the counter you work at. you've asked to switch spots with your coworkers but none of them would ever agree.

what's the problem with working when Yuto's there?

his drunken habits. they infuriate you.

when Yuto is drunk, he gets a little sentimental and feels lonely at first. his eyes get teary and stares at the ceiling as if he's sitting by the sea, not in a literal nightclub. then, he starts hitting on people. he pulls them close by the waist, whispers into their ear while he swirls his drink around his glass.

then, he'll ask you to bring an extra glass of that person's favourite drink. he'll take a sip of it first before he hands it to them.

maybe none of this sounds too bad, but it all just irks you. the final cherry on top of it all is that Yuto always leaves the keys to his motorbike behind on the counter and you have to chase after him to give them to him. when you do, he simply winks at you before continuing to leave.

when this happens on loop every night, it starts to annoy you. it's not like Yuto likes you that much, either. you're always behind his favourite bar counter, always glaring at him as he tries to pick-up people. you've always got the keys to his motorbike--do you grab them from his pocket when he's not looking? are you into him and taking his keys just to get an excuse to talk to him?

anyways, the long nights at your part-time job leave you exhausted during your waking yours. your stupid 9:30am class on mondays are the worst--you always make it to class on time but never stay awake for longer than five minutes. these days, you stay asleep even after the lecture's over. you're lucky a tall boy who usually sits behind you always wakes you up before he leaves.

"hey. i'm y/n. thanks for always waking me up," you sleepily mumble one day, holding onto his wrist before he can leave.

"i'm Wooseok," he mumbles back. you look up and catch just a glimpse of his reddened face before he leaves.

he's very softspoken and kind of awkward but definitely way better than Yuto. who knew the two of them were best friends?!

you find out about this one day when you're telling your friend about Wooseok in the library.

"he's so quiet but he always wakes me up. it's so nice of him!" you say.

"Wooseok? he's tall and has dark hair, right?" your friend asks.

"yeah...?"

"you do know he's friends with Yuto, the nightclub mans you hate, right?" your friend tells you.

"...WHAT?"

your friend shakes their head at you and shows you Yuto's instagram. sure enough, there are more than several photos of the two boys together. you lean back in your chair and sigh.

"it's always the best and worst people that have to be friends," you point out.

"yeah, like us. i'm the best and you're the worst," your friend says.

you get up and slap their shoulder lightly 'til you hear a laugh from somewhere behind you. both of you turn to see who it is and freeze up when you see Wooseok himself staring you both down while laughing.

"don't mind me, continue what you were doing," he chuckles, crossing one of his legs over the other.

"how much do you think he heard?" you tell your friend, who shrugs.

-

"their friend them told them that they're also the best and worst people who are friends, but y/n is the worst one and their friend is the best. it was so funny i laughed and they heard me!" Wooseok tells Yuto, wheezing so hard and holding onto his friend's sleeve for dear life.

Yuto is lost deep in thought, his arms and legs crossed.

"are you listening?" Wooseok asks Yuto.

"yeah... y/n? sounds familiar," Yuto replies.

"probably seen them in a class somewhere, too?" Wooseok suggests.

Yuto hums and looks up at the ceiling, shaking his head.

"i wanna go to the nightclub again tonight, but i don't wanna see the server," he complains.

"you talk about this server a lot, who are they?"

"no clue. they don't wear a nametag or anything, and i've never asked for their name. why would i want to do that?"

"i never asked you anything," Wooseok mumbles.

"they're so annoying, always getting in my way."

"Mm-hmm."

-

at your job, you notice something different about Yuto. instead of sitting at the bar counter like he normally does, he comes to you for a drink but then gets up and leans against a nearby wall, slowly moving his body to the beat of the music.

some people try to approach him but he doesn't seem as interested. instead, he just steals glances at you. you try to focus on your work, but his gaze makes you nervous. just as you're about to drop an expensive bottle of alcohol, he approaches you and catches the bottle.

"am i making you anxious?" he asks you in a deep voice.

you look at his eyes and the glare on the counter is reflected in them. something about the way his dark hair falls into his eyes and how he smirks at you makes him look handsome... maybe it's just the dim lighting?

Yuto hands you the bottle and takes a seat in his usual spot. this time, though, instead of turning his back to you, he's completely facing you. he takes sips of his drink as though he's a hopeless romantic getting lost in their daydreams.

you ignore him and continue working, constantly feeling pressure because of Yuto's eyes watching over you. because of him, you continue making small mistakes. customers get angry but luckily don't take it out on you. most of them are regulars and know you're usually good at this.

"what's gotten into you today?" one of them asks, and all you can do is laugh it off until you've had enough.

you slam your hands on the bar counter right in front of Yuto, who doesn't bat an eye.

"can you please stop looking at me? it's making me incredibly uncomfortable," you say.

Yuto chuckles into his glass before saying, "all you had to do was ask, princess."

he gets up off the bar stool and walks off somewhere, and finally you feel like you can breathe.

-

"hey, y/n. wake up! gosh, they must be in a hell of a deep sleep... oh, there we go. good morning!"

you open your eyes, lift your head off your arms and look up to see Wooseok's face. for the first time, he hasn't walked away right after waking you up. he's trying to hold back a smile.

"you can laugh at me, it's fine. i've had a hell of a night," you grumble, rubbing your eyes.

"clearly. you usually wake up right away. want a coffee?"

the tall boy holds out a bottled, iced coffee. you take it from him, thanking him with a smile.

"you missed something pretty important today in class. i can explain it to you if you've got time," Wooseok says, leaning agains the tables in front of you.

"ah... i have to get ready for my part-time job soon," you groan.

"well, when does it end?" Wooseok asks.

"its a 7pm to 3am shift, it's awful," you say.

"you work nights?" Wooseok exclaims.

"yeah. nightclubs only run at nights, don't they?!"

Wooseok nods, but he feels bad for you for some reason. he tries to think of a way he could help you, but you start to pack up your things and tell him you've got to get going.

"wanna just take my notes and review them in your own time? maybe on your way to your job?" he asks.

"oh... i'd appreciate that!" you say, taking his notebook.

"have a good shift~"

-

out of the lecture hall, you read through the notes on your way to the bus stop. you know the way there like the back of your hand now, so reading while working won't hurt you... until you walk right into someone's chest.

Wooseok's notebook falls out of your hands and you apologize to the person. they pick up the notebook for you and hold it out. when you finally look up at them, you realize it's Yuto. you roll your eyes and sigh, snatching the notebook out of his hands.

"huh? it's you," Yuto says as you're turning away.

"wait--" he gently holds your arm and stops you from leaving him.

"this is Wooseok's writing. why do you have this?" Yuto asks, looking at the notebook.

"you know Wooseok?" you ask Yuto.

"yeah... he's my friend."

you suck in a breath and pull your arm away from Yuto's grip.

"well he's mine, too," you say, walking away.

-

"i met the nightclub worker who annoys me on campus. they were holding your notebook. do you know about this?" Yuto asks Wooseok, who's lost in his daydreams as they both sit in the campus café.

"hey! are you listening?"

"huh? oh... yeah. what?"

Yuto sighs and repeats himself, watching Wooseok smile as he mentions the notebook.

"ah, that must've been y/n! i gave them my notes earlier today--wait... that's the nightclub worker who annoys you?"

"the nightclub worker is your y/n?" Yuto scoffs.

"what the hell..." Wooseok grumbles. "i need to see them for myself."

"come with me to the club tonight, then," Yuto says, taking a sip of his drink."

-

"i need two glasses, today. one for me, another for my homeboy," Yuto's familiar voice says.

you sigh and fill two glasses with ice, pushing them in his direction.

"y/n?"

Wooseok?!

you look up to see the tall boy's soft face and you panic. for some reason, you really don't want him to be here right now. you don't want him to see you in this state.

"y/n, so it is you! Yuto told me he knows you."

"yeah... ah, it's actually time for my break. i'll be back soon," you say, rushing to the washroom.

"i told you it's them," Yuto tells Wooseok, pouring a drink out of a bottle for himself.

"they did say they work at a nightclub..."

in the washroom, you try to collect yourself. you pace around and try to think of a solution. deciding on texting your manager that you're sick and have to head home, once you receive the ok from them, you head back out to the staff room, emptying your locker, grabbing your things and leaving as fast as you can.

WOOSEOK ENDING BELOW, scroll more for Yuto's c:

"y/n? i thought your shift is until 3am?" Wooseok's voice asks when you're right at the door.

you turn and look up at him. he reads your face. fear, exhaustion...

"do you need a ride home?" he asks, instead.

you think it over and then nod.

"i'll be back, just stay here for two seconds."

you step out and let the cool air hit your face. the sound of cars honking and whizzing past, the nightlife chatter and all else are drowned out as you close your eyes for a second.

"y/n--are you falling asleep while standing? gosh, i didn't know you're that tired. let's go home," he says, waving the keys to Yuto's motorbike around.

"wait, that's--"

"i asked Yuto before i took them, don't worry."

you never thought you'd be riding off into the night on the back of Yuto's motorbike but while holding onto Wooseok. it's absurd but it's happening right before your eyes.

the sound of Wooseok's yells and laughter fill your ears, making you laugh with him even though you're exhausted.

outside your student house, you get off the bike with shaky legs. Wooseok helps you off to make sure you don't fall.

"is everything okay, y/n? you left work so early," Wooseok carefully asks.

"yeah... i just wasn't feeling so well."

"do you need anything? do you have roommates or... are you sure you can be alone right now?"

"i'm okay, thanks for asking. i have some dumb roommates in there who'll help me," you laugh.

Wooseok laughs along and watches you enter your house while he leans on Yuto's bike. for some reason, his heart aches a little. he wanted to be with you a little longer.

YUTO'S ENDING BELOW, scroll up for Wooseok's :o

"you're leaving?" Yuto's low voice asks from behind you. you turn around and glare at him.

"looks like you're shooting lasers at me with your eyes. is everything okay?"

"i just want to go home right now," you tell him as the two of you stand in the doorway of the club.

"fair enough. i can take you, just let me tell Wooseok," Yuto replies.

before you can decline his offer, he's already gone. you sigh and decide to step out for some air. you let the cool air hit your face. the sound of cars honking and whizzing past, the nightlife chatter and all else are drowned out as you close your eyes for a second.

"c'mon, lets go," Yuto says, squeezing your shoulder.

he sits on his motorbike and motions for you to sit behind him, which you do.

"why're you being so weird?" you ask him.

"weird?" he repeats, handing you a helmet.

"you're talking to me and being nice to me. you never do either of those things."

Yuto scoffs and tells you to shut up. he stiffens as you wrap your arms around his waist but doesn't tell you to let go and hold his shirt instead. rather, he kind of wishes you would sit even closer and rest your head on his back.

"let's go," he says, starting the engine.

the wind hits you faster, now, and you forget the absurd situation you're in to just focus on the feeling. you feel alive, all of your fatigue slowly melting away. you don't ever want it to end, but before you know it, you're home.

"you'll be at the club tomorrow, right?" Yuto asks you as you get off the bike. he quickly takes hold of your arm when you stumble.

"of course. it's a saturday, i make extra money."

Yuto laughs and ruffles your hair. he quickly apologizes and retracts his hand, but you shake your head.

"i like this Yuto a lot more," you say before walking towards your house.

all Yuto heard was "i like Yuto". thank god you can't see how red his face is.

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 ~ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐱 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞) 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

【 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 】

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italics = flashback

word count: 2.1k

     FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS, YOU AND MATT DON’T SEE EACH OTHER. And technically, it’s not because you’re avoiding one another. Once you went back to work after those few glorious days off, things got extremely busy. But you know you’ll be paid overtime, and that you lucked out with the worlds best boss, so you don’t complain.

During lunch / dinner breaks, or the one night you finished early, normally you would’ve popped over to Nelson and Murdock to see how things were going. But instead, you chose to prepare for the upcoming showcase. You told yourself that it was because you wanted to do a good job, not because you were nervous about seeing Matt again. And that was true… mostly.

You can’t help but thinking about the fact that the 2 of you almost kissed, and that in the entire time you’d known him, that had only happened once before. It was right before you graduated from college.

There was a party, and everybody had a little too much to drink that night.

Despite the loud chatter and even louder music, Matt picked up on a guy bothering you on the other side of the room. Within seconds, he crossed the room and approached you, putting an arm around you and pulling you closer. He counted on whoever that guy was, to not want to say anything to a blind guy. And he was relieved when the guy just turned around and walked away, muttering something that Matt didn’t care to repeat.

He could tell you were shaken up, so he held his arm out, and led you to an empty room upstairs. He just wanted to make sure you were okay, so he found some place quiet and after talking to you for a little while, your good mood returned.

That night, both of you almost confessed your feelings for each other, but neither of you did. You were scared, knowing Matt’s history with girls, having often heard about ‘first’ dates, but never anything past that. You were terrified that if you confessed your feelings, even if he reciprocated, it would be short lived. And you decided that you’d rather have him as a friend forever, than risk losing him after a short fling.

Matt was scared too, but for a different reason. You were one of the only genuine good things in his life. You’d always been there for him no matter what. Every single day, he reminded himself of how badly he fucked up and almost lost you for good, all because of Elektra. And despite you saying that he was forgiven, he could sometimes still hear the hurt in your voice. How you talked to him as if you were afraid that any moment, he might leave again. He didn’t want to risk confessing his feelings, and somehow fucking it all up. So that night, he stayed quiet too.

Forcing your thoughts back to the present, you shake your head and try to make yourself feel more awake. You ended up falling asleep around midnight, and had to wake up at 6am to make it on to the gallery on time. You weren’t actually opening the doors until 9, but from the moment you arrived at 7 right up until the moment you unlocked the doors to the public, you were either on your laptop or on the phone as you spoke to various vendors and companies as you tried to plan this even.t

Around 11:30am, the little bell above the entrance doors dinged, signaling someone entering the gallery. You quickly used a napkin to wipe the coffee off of your lips, before smoothing your skirt and walking out to greet whoever was inside.

“Hi— oh, is that Karen Page the new secretary for Nelson and Murdock??”

The 2 of you embraced in a hug, and Karen held out a bag that had 2 takeout containers and some utensils.

“I know you said you were super busy this whole week, so I just thought I’d see if you could spare a moment for lunch?”

You were ready to get down on one knee to propose to her right then and there. “You are seriously my new hero, thank you. I didn’t even realize what time it was. All I had for breakfast was a cup of coffee and half a bagel. I wasn’t even thinking about lunch yet, probably would’ve just worked straight through it.”

Karen followed you to your office, and she whistled, talking about how impressive it all was. “I think the interior designer for this place might need to take a walk over to Nelson and Murdock.”

“Actually no interior designer believe it or not, my boss did everything. But I’ll definitely pass on the compliment.”

(((this is pretty much what i picture for the office. you’re in a pretty upscale art gallery so i thought nice wooden floors, rug, glass table / desk, with a photo wall behind it. imagine personal photos, or drawings and paintings, whatever you like! i also picture that what you can’t see, like maybe on the other side of the room is a small couch and then a small table that seats 2. it’s a big office hehe)))

For the next 20 minutes or so, you and Karen enjoyed your lunch. Talking between bites, you were grateful for the company. Karen asked how planning was going, noticing how stressed you seemed.

While admitting that you were taking on a lot more than originally anticipated, it was still clear that you were excited about this new challenge. You did admit, though, that the downside was that you’d probably be staying late every night starting tonight. It was just until the showcase though, then you’d be back to normal hours. And you just pictured the overtime pay, so it really wasn’t that bad.

“Please let me pay you back for lunch!” You pulled your wallet out of your purse, hoping that you had cash inside.

“I refuse to take your money. Really, you’ve helped me out so much. It’s my treat, I insist.”

“Okay but next time I’m bringing you lunch!”

Karen glanced at her watch, noting the time. “Deal. I should get back now. I went out for lunch on my own because Foggy and Matt had a conference call. I don’t want to be gone too long.”

You walk Karen back tot he front, hugging her and thanking her again before she heads back to the office. Once she’s gone, you take a seat at the reception desk again. Penny, the receptionist, was out sick today, so on top of doing your normal planning you were also manning the front desk.

The next few hours brought a large stream of people, and you ended up not having a moment to work on anything else. But you did genuinely love your job, and you really enjoyed walking around and talking to people.

Towards the end of the night your boss, Simon, called to check in and see how you were doing. You knew that you hit the jackpot when you got the job here. He was such an easygoing boss, and whenever you had a suggestion, he always took it into consideration and often went along with it. Lately he’d begun asking for your thoughts on more things, and you appreciated that he trusted your opinion.

After spending 10 minutes catching him up on the work you’d done so far, you finally ended the call.

Once the last patron cleared out for the night, you locked the entrance doors and headed back to your office. It would probably be a very late night, but it was a good day, and the planning was mostly just desk work, typing emails, and phone calls, so at least you wouldn’t be on your feet. Putting on your headphones, you open up the first email and get to work.

As you’re finishing up email number 5, you take your headphones out and realize that there’s knocking at the front doors. It’s only as you’re heading to see who it is, that it occurs to you that you could’ve simply checked the security cameras. When you look around the corner and out the doors, you see the last person that you expected.

“Matt? What are you doing here?” You unlock the doors and step aside to let him in.

“Karen mentioned that you were working late. And I know you don’t like being alone in the gallery at night, so…”

You bite your lip to keep from asking exactly what Karen said, despite being curious. As you lock the doors again, you explain to Matt that the gallery has been largely rearranged since the last time he was there, prompting him to hold his arm out so you can guide him to your office.

To his credit, as you respond to a few more emails and even make a late phone call, Matt just sits on the small couch opposite your desk.

After the emails are done for the night, you attempt to draw out a rough sketch of the potential floor plans for the room that’ll be turned into the temporary exhibit room. With a small sigh of frustration, you crumple up a fourth piece of paper and toss it into the trash.

Before you’d even thrown the paper away, Matt could tell you were stressed. And as always, he worried about you. “Hey, when’s the last time you ate?”

“Huh?”

“You know. Ate. Food? Those words ring any bells?”

“Alright smart ass. Well Karen surprised me with lunch, that was about eleven-thirty, then between talking to patrons I had one of those cup noodles…”

“What time was that?”

“Umm, maybe two?”

Before you can say anything else, Matt pulls out his phone and asks Siri for the time. When she responds with 9:57pm, he stands up. “Alright, let’s go.”

You scrunch your nose, clearly confused. “…go… where? I still have work to d—”

“It’s almost ten at night. I’m betting that you plan on waking up at six again tomorrow morning. At this rate even if you were to go to bed in three minutes, you’d be getting eight hours of sleep. But we both know that isn’t going to happen. You’ve done a lot of work today, and you haven’t eaten in almost eight hours.”

“Matt I—”

He sighs, “look I know you’re upset with me. Apart from that brief period in college,” he doesn’t mention Elektra by name, “we’ve spoken every day since the day we met. Even when things have gotten busy, so I know work isn’t an excuse. But I still care about you. And I know how hard you push yourself. So please, come with me.” When he hears the sound of your work bag zipping shut, he feels instant relief. Part of him was mentally prepared to do a lot more begging.

The Uber driver pulls up in front of your apartment building, and your confusion only grows when Matt steps out of the car too. At first, you brush the thought away, figuring he’s just making sure you get inside alright. But then he follows you into the building. When you turn around you notice the car that dropped you off is still there, the driver leaning against the passenger door lighting a cigarette, you wonder what’s going on.

“Umm… are we having a sleepover?”

“Yes. Not here though.”

“I was kidding. Wait… what are you talking about??”

“I’m tipping him extra to wait ten minutes, so you can grab clothes and whatever you need for work tomorrow.”

“But why—”

Matt puts an arm around your shoulders, guiding you to the elevators. “Because I know you, and you’ll just keep working if I leave.”

“How on earth could you know that’s what I’m gonna do?”

Surprising you by saying your full name (first, middle, and last), you can’t remember the last time Matt called you that. In fact, you don’t think he ever has. “You’re telling me if I leave and go home, your plan isn’t to go right upstairs, turn on your computer, and get right back to work? Probably work so long you forget to eat, and then you stay up way later than usual?”

Despite everything, you do an exaggerated gasp. “Not my government name!”

“I mean it, you know. I care about you, and I want to make sure you’re okay. So we’ll go back to my place, you shower and I’ll make you something to eat. Then you can get some rest. If you’re at my place, that’s more time you can sleep because I’ll even make you breakfast in the morning. Please, I don’t want you to overwork yourself.”

As you look at the man standing in front of you, you wonder how he’s still so sweet to you despite being called out for lying not too long ago.

“Okay,” you finally say softly, “I’ll grab my things.”

When you enter your apartment, Matt sits on your couch while you go into your bedroom, then bathroom, to pack a small overnight bag.

As he’s waiting for you, Matt can’t help but wonder what might’ve happened if he’d confessed his feelings for you all those years ago.

tags: @kik51199​, @jaywalkingape​, @starry-night-20​, @hatred-love​

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[50-percent-winchester-sister]

Just Get Out

Prompt: After John dies, Dean and Sam take it upon themselves to look after you, but...

Dean: 18

Sam: 14

Y/N: 7

Word Count: 2,030

   It's just been a month since your dad, John Winchester died, and all you have left family wise are your older brothers Sam and Dean. You didn't know what death really meant since you are so young, but your brothers knew, and they knew too well. Since you were seven your dad didn't really let you in on what he and your brothers did, all you know is that you and sometimes Sam get left at a motel for a while and they come back bloody and bruised. So when John died, Sam and Dean don't really talk as much as they used to, but for you, they really do try.

  What you did know is how to practically annoy the hell out of them...well...sometimes. You are mostly a good kid according to Sam, who decided to take on the 'motherly' role, and Dean the 'fatherly' role. When Dean turned 18, he decided on his own to drop out of high school, but you and Sam are still in school, and Sam plans to keep it that way.

  Okay now onto the story

  Its 7:36pm, Sam went to the library for homework, so tonight is just you and Dean. You and Dean are in the kitchen and hes making dinner while you sit on the kitchen table. "Alright Y/N, we don't got much tonight, so I'm making mac and cheese...the good kind, not the kind Sam makes," Dean says with a tiny smirk.

  "But De, I don't want macky cheese, I want chicken!" You say with a small but excited voice. Dean turns back to you, frowns and says "Y/N, we dont have chicken, this is all we got until Sam goes to the store."

  "Wait what!?!?! But De I want chicken now!!" you say filled with whine and a little bit of sass. 'geez I really don't want to deal with this right now,' Dean thinks to himself "Y/N please, just reason with me tonight, I'll make Sam go to the store tomorrow," He says sounding defeated. Oh but hell no, in your tiny seven year old brain, you knew what you had to do

Step 1: Be quiet and wait like a good sister

Step 2: Once De is done and sets food in front of you

Step 3: PUSH IT OFF ON THE FLOOR

Step 4: Wait hold on-

Step 5: Why does De look like hes about to ye-

  "Fucking hell, really Y/N!? You cant be fucking serious, what the hell was that for?" Dean yells at you. "De I said I wanted-" But he cut you off and said "I JUST TOLD YOU THIS IS ALL WE GOT" He says louder than his first statement. Now your'e shaken, but you know it takes more to make you cry.

  "I don't care! I don't want macky cheese De!"

  "Y/N, just get out"

...This is the calmest hes been all week

  "Wha-"

  "JUST GET THE HELL OUT" Dean practically screams.

  Okay now that there is starting to make you cry

  You quickly get off of the kitchen chair and you bolt to the stairs where all the bedrooms are. But of course you have to turn around and yell

  "I WISH DAD WAS HERE, HE WOULD GET REAL MAD IF YOU YELLED AT ME!" and then you run up the stairs and slam your door shut, locking it in the process. _______________________________________

  'Great that's just fuckin' perfect,' Dean thinks to himself. 'What the hell am I supposed to tell Sammy? Oh yeah, I screamed at Y/N because she wouldn't comply, and now foods all over the floor and I think I'm having a meltdown!'

  'Sometimes I wish I never came here!' you think to yourself, pretty much sobbing while laying down on your bed. 'wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want me here too-."

  You fall asleep shortly after the thought and Dean couldn't be any more relieved when he hears the door open and to see Sam with his backpack in one arm and a couple books in the other hand.

  "Hey whats-...what happened?" Sam says slowly putting his backpack on the floor. Sam staring at Dean and all the food that's on the floor around him "oh, haha, this? oh, its nothing Sam, just a minor fuckin' mishap!" Dean says laughing through each word with eyes that look like hes about to sob any minute.

  "....Dean?" Sam asks. Its been a while since there was major conflict... well since the whole situation with Dad anyways. "Was it Y/N?"

  "What? No of course not, this is just a normal Friday fuckin night....yeah just, don't worry 'bout it" Dean says with his voice dying down a little bit.

  "Should I go talk to her?" Sam asks. such a small voice but its filled with a lot of concern.

  "No, she's asleep...maybe later?" Dean says back to him. 'He seems tired' Sam thinks to himself. 'Well I did leave her here with him...' _______________________________________

  You wake up pretty early... well early for you anyways, its 9:30am and you got woken up to puffy red eyes and really messed up hair. You go ahead and leave your bedroom and when you enter the kitchen you get greeted by Sam, who is making breakfast.

  "Morning sunshine," Sam says with a slight happy tone, but still pretty monotone. 'he's trying, that's a good thing' you think to yourself.

  "Morning..." you say back, rubbing your eyes and climbing up onto the chair near the kitchen table. "So...wheres De?" you ask in a sleepy tone. "He's more or less still asleep" Sam replies. Sure enough right when Sam says that, Dean walks in all sleepy-like too. 'so similar' Sam thinks. "Morning to you too sunshine" Sam says with a pretty wide grin afterwards. "Bite me, princess" Dean shoots back, also with a small smirk.

  You look at Dean, Dean looks at you, and a couple seconds later you two look away, but the stare you two gave felt like it was forever.

  "Hi" you managed to squeak out. Without meaning to, you were quiet and a little bit nervous.

  "Hey" Dean replies, but not looking at you, instead looking at the table, then to his hands, and then to Sam.

  "Hey Sammy, do you think dad had any hunts that he wrote down in his journal for us to do?" Dean asks. Looking around Dean finds your dads journal on the couch in the living room. He picks it up and skims through the pages.

  "I...don't know? Dad never talked to me personally about hunts, just you" Sam says as a matter-of-factly. Sam sets your breakfast down in front of you, and a plate for Dean on the other side of the table. "Why?" Sam asks.

  "Because I want to hunt? We haven't in a while and you know dad will tear us a new one if he sees us on our asses doing nothing," Dean proclaims, in a slight aggressive manner, though it was almost accidental.

  "But he's...not here," you say out loud without meaning to. You look up to see Sam and Dean both looking at you, and right then you look back down. While looking down you hear footsteps, and right when you look back up, you see Dean staring right at you. 'The eye contact is unbearable' you think to yourself

  "Just because hes dead, doesn't mean we can just fuck around and do nothing," Dean says with so much venom you begin to shake a little.

  "Dean. Back. Up." Sam says, looking at Dean with an angry look and his teeth practically glued together. Sam takes Deans shoulder and yanks him back, and he makes Dean bend down so he can whisper something into his ear.

  "I know you and Y/N have this personal issue going on right now, but I'll be damned if I ever hear you talk to her like that again, hear me?" Sam whispers, he lets go of Dean shoulder and looks at Dean. Dean looks back at him, looks at you, looks at Sam again, and nods, running his hand through his hair.

  "Good," Sam says quietly. Sam walks towards you and bends down, "When you're finished with your breakfast, head on up to your room, you're not in trouble, but I'll talk with you later, okay?" Sam tells you,

  "Okay" You say, looking at Sam. You finished your breakfast rather quickly. During that time, Dean went into his own room, and Sam went out into the backyard to do whatever he does, you're not really sure. You put your dirty plates into the sink and you fast walk to your room, and you quietly shut your door. _______________________________________

  Waiting.....sucks. You have no clue how long you waited for Sam but it felt like forever. In reality it was probably like thirty minutes, but thirty minutes to a seven year old is all day.

  You begin to space out when you hear a small knock on your door. You jump a bit because you didn't really expect it since you didn't know when Sam would come by.

  You get up off your bed and you begin to walk to your door when the door was already opening. you stop and look up

  "...Dean?" You ask. 'uh-oh' you think to yourself. You walk back a little bit and he sits down on your bedroom floor and holds his arms out for you to come sit in his lap. He hasn't said a word yet you heard exactly what he is wanting to ask.

  You look at him. He looks at you. Both have no clue what to say to each other.

  You slowly walk towards him, and you climb into his lap, both getting comfortable in the process

  It had to have been like five minutes before Dean starts talking. "I'm sorry" he says to you. Smiling, you start talking too. "Me too" you say and you look up to see Dean beginning to tear up.

  Okay now its time to panic

  Dean crying is something that you never see so...you begin to tear up too.

  "De? Are you okay?"

  "I wish Dad was here, He would get real mad at me if he saw the way I was acting" Dean says. "Wouldn't be surprised if he beat my ass, just because I'm eighteen, doesn't mean shit to him" he says with a small laugh after the comment.

  "Well I think you're doing a good job" You say to him quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. "Just because you're eighteen, doesn't mean you aren't bad at being a brother, neither is Sam" You add.

  Dean, trying not to just sob in front of you, breaths in and breaths out a couple of times.

  "You're seven, when did you become so smart?" Dean asks hugging you rather tightly

  You giggle at his comment and say, "I'm your sister, I had to have learned something from you."

  "Good answer" Dean says.

  Without knowing, Sam is leaning on the door frame, with his arms crossed looking at you and Dean with the biggest smile ever. "Hey," Sam says and makes both you and Dean jump slightly, Sam giggles and that and continues,

  "The garage called, they want you to come in and help fix a 67' Mustang," Sam says.

  "Oh whaaat," you whine. you begin to get off of Dean so he can go to his job when he quickly snatches you back up, gets up off of the ground and throws you over his shoulders.

  "How do you feel about coming with me? Who knows maybe-"

  "Will Seth be there?" You ask excitedly. (For some backstory, John's long time friend Seth works where Dean works, and ever since you met Seth, you've practically 'fallen in love' with him)

  "More than likely, he likes old cars like we do," Dean replies. "Yes! okay come on, lets go, come on, come on, come on" You say, trying to hurry up Dean,

  "Okay, okay, lets go" Dean laughs while replying. You two leave the room, and Sam closes your door. Again, with a big smile on his face, Sam starts thinking to himself, 'Yeah, everything will be okay'

[xx-narcissa]

I Know Someone

a/n- keep in mind, i’m not a botanist so any information comes from google. i apologize if it’s wrong :)

pair- Natasha Romanoff x f!Botanist!reader

summary- When Peter Parker comes into contact with a poisonous plant, the rest of the team panics, not being able to determine what the plant was or how to treat it. Natasha knows who to call. Her girlfriend, who just so happens to be a botanist, and knows everything there is to know about plants.

warnings- swearing, mentions of suicide/death, a tiny sexual joke at the end

2,173 words | masterlist

Everyone was sweaty, tired, and just completely annoyed. Why? Because Steve made everyone get up to join him on his early morning run. And it was a Saturday morning too. Everyone was even more annoyed that Natasha showed up late, making them have to wait outside for her. Natasha was usually never late to anything with the Avengers. Or anything at all. Even if it started at 4 in the morning. Because she was used to living in the compound with everyone, and waking up early to train and eat. All of a sudden, she moved out. She still trains there in the morning, but she eats breakfast at home, so she comes a little later.

Everyone hated it. It threw off almost everyone’s schedule. When Natasha was feeling like it, she would make enough breakfast for more than just herself. Meaning the next couple of people who woke up after her, usually Sam and Bucky, could have breakfast already made for them. But now that she was gone, they would have to fend for themselves. It also meant Steve was without an early morning training partner. Instead of them training at 7AM every morning, they now train at 9:30AM. So he was a little bit bored until she came.

But at the moment, everyone was too focused on just trying to get that long ass run out of the way before asking Natasha about her tardiness.

Clint, Rhodey, Tony, and Bruce were at the back. Tony knew he could be faster, but he wasn’t about to overexert himself and waste the precious rest he had gotten the previous night. Rhodey was used to psychical training like this, but it had been a while, and he hadn’t gotten much sleep. Bruce and Clint were also pretty tired.

Next up you had Peter, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, and Wanda all going at a decent pace. Sure, Bucky was faster than all of them, but he wanted to stay behind with Sam, despite acting as if he hated them.

Steve and Thor were in the front, leading the rest of the team.

Peter soon got out of breath, and stopped on the side of the road for a quick breather. He flopped down onto the prickly, damp grass. Tony soon passed by him and laughed. “Don’t fall asleep on us, kid!” The boy could only waved his hands in response, too tired to talk or laugh.

When he stood up, he looked back and realized he was sitting on a patch of some strange plant he had never seen before. He shrugged it off and continued on the run, not wanting to get too far behind.

Later on in the day, everyone was lounging around, still recovering from the events of the morning. All eyes were on Peter as he walked into the common room, with yet another wardrobe change. Tony spoke up, “You alright kid? That’s like, your third shower. I know the run was horrible but you shouldn't have sweat that much. That's just gross." He finished with a sip of his coffee. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"I don't know. My skins been real itchy and stuff so I was just trying to wash whatever it was off. I should be good now."

He was not.

For the next couple of days, Peters entire personality and mood changed. He was barely sleeping, barely eating. Always showering, always itching. He couldn't walk around barefoot, the floor coming into contact with his skin just made him wince in pain. One minute he would be out of it, giggling and scratching away at his skin, and the next he would be stomping and sobbing over silly things. Everyone noticed, and they were all either concerned or annoyed.

"Banner, isn't there something you can do about this? I'm about to send his whiny ass back to his aunt." Tony huffed. Everyone was gathered in the common room, trying to come up with a solution to their Peter problem.

Steve, who had been silently thinking the entire time, finally spoke up. "He mentioned something about a plant, right? Maybe I can go back down the trail and see if I can find it."

"Yeah, if you can do that then maybe I can analyze it." Banner responded. Natasha simply chuckled, causing all the attention to land on her.

Once her small laughing fit was over, she was able to compose herself enough to respond. "Bruce, no offense, but you don't know shit about plants. As far as we know, this could just be poison ivy, and his powers are making him react weirdly. But whatever it is, we need an experts opinion, before it gets too bad."

"Thank you, I'm glad someone recognizes my skillset." Tony smiled proudly.

"Shut up, we all know you don't know a thing about plants either. I have someone in mind already." She smirked to herself and pulled out her phone. Everyone just watched as she dialed a number and made a call. “Hey. I hate to bother you on your day off, but the kid is starting to work our last nerves. Maybe you can help him out? Alright, I’ll meet you outside when you come.”

“Who was it?” Bucky asked.

“You’ll see.”

A little under an hour later, Natasha ran down to greet her mystery plant expert. Being curious and nosy, everyone followed her. When they got downstairs, they were met with a girl dressed in a lab coat and gloves, pushing Natasha away from a hug. “Sorry, but until I know what I’m dealing with, I refuse to touch any of you.” Natasha pouted at the girls comment, but respectfully backed away.

“Hi, everyone! Nice to finally meet you. I hear so many stories about you guys. Sorry we couldn’t meet under more normal circumstances, because I would love to hug all of you right now. My apologies if that’s unprofessional, I’m just a huge fan!” The woman turned to the rest of the Avengers and simply gushed over being in their presence. “Oh right, I’m (Y/N), licensed botanist. Natashas girlfriend.”

Everyone’s eyes widened. “Jesus, Nat. How could you get such a catch and not even tell us? I’m offended.” Tony scoffed, faking as if his feelings were hurt.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the comment. Natasha had told you all about his sarcastic remarks, and how annoying they were, but you always found them funny.

“Shut up, Tony. Anyways, let’s go so she can see the kid.”

You followed them to the elevator, but ultimately opted to take the stairs. You knew you wouldn’t get harmed by being near them, you just wanted to limit all psychical contact. And besides, you could’ve swore you saw Steve scratching his arm a little bit.

Once you all met up again, Peter was in the kitchen trying to eat pizza with a spoon. “Hey-” He cut himself off when he saw (Y/N), “Woah! Hot lady alert! You single?”

“Nope. And I think I’m a little too old for you anyways, buddy.” You chuckled at his disappointed face, “Mind telling me what’s up?”

“Well, I’ve been itchy. And cold. And hot too. And it hurts when I lay down so I can’t sleep. My skin is red and it stings sometimes when I touch it. And I see stuff. I feel like i’m on acid.”

Your smile quickly faded. “Now, I’m gonna need you to take this sweater off, m’kay?”

He nodded, simply infatuated with your appearance, and complied. Once the sweater was off, he was a little embarrassed about an attractive older woman seeing him shirtless, but it was just so you could narrow down what plant it could be. “Does this hurt?” Your gloved hands pressed down ever so slightly on his forearm, causing him to wince and curse in pain.

Due to that reaction, your mental list of possible plants had been narrowed down. “And this was when?” You asked while attempting to get a better look at his arm. He seemed very hairy, but you knew he was Spider-Man and just assumed his senses were going off due to the pain.

“Three days ago. He was laying down on the side of the road. I went and I think I found the plant he was in.” Steve pulled a plastic baggy out his jacket pocket, and opened it, pulling the plant out as if it was no big deal.

You slowly inched up to him, and then almost immediately jumped back. Everyone, not knowing what was going on yet trusting you, jumped back as well. Steve was left with a dumbfounded look on his face, the plant still in his hand. “That shouldn’t even be in New York! Thats ‘Gympie Gympie’ otherwise known as ‘The Suicide Plant’. It’s native to Australia, and horses have literally jumped off cliffs to escape the pain after touching one of those. And people often kill themselves as well. Put that back in the bag, now!”

He panicked, and shoved it back in the bag. “It must be his powers that are keeping him from being in unbearable pain right now. And with you being a Super Soldier, hopefully the pain won’t be as bad. The pricks get into your skin and send neurotoxins through your body. You guy’s body should be able to fight it. Bucky, Thor, and Dr. Banner, you guys should be fine too. But to be safe, I have to check all of you. Make sure nobody else has come into contact with it.”

You made everyone take a seat on a stool, a little distance away from each other. And everyone was now shirtless except you. It reminded you of the time you accidentally went into the boys locker room in high school.

After checking everyone though, you concluded that only Steve and Peter had come into contact with the plant, so everyone else was free to go about their business. Of course, Natasha, Tony, Bucky, and Sam stayed to watch over the three of you.

You applied some diluted hydrochloric acid to Peters arms, chest, and back, as those seemed to be the only places with the plant hairs still in them. Once you finished that, you did the same with Steve. “This might hurt.” You gave Peter a comforting smile. You winced hearing him scream out in pain at the wax strip being removed. That scream was heard a few more times, as you had to get all of his skin. You repeated the process with Steve, who took it a little better, only flinching every time the wax was ripped off.

“Now, take it easy. You’ve gotta change the sheets on your bed, and probably get new clothes too. Wouldn’t want the hairs getting back on you. And I’ll call my boss to see if we can get some people out here to remove that plant.”

“Thanks for the help, even though I probably could’ve done that myself. Why don’t you take off the science-y equipment and we can talk about why Natasha has been hiding you from us.” Tony glared at Natasha towards the end of his sentence.

You laughed as they had a mini staring contest, and then excused yourself to the bathroom to take the coat and gloves off and wash your hands. Once you returned, everyone except Steve and Peter were sitting on the couches in the common room, discussing something.

“What’s going on?” You asked with a smile while sitting down on Natasha’s lap. The fact you were surrounded by essentially strangers didn’t matter to you. You always say on her lap, even if there was plenty of room next to her. And the second you did, she wrapped her arms around your waist, like she always did.

Before Natasha could speak up, Tony cut in with a laugh. “We’re trying to figure out who’s on top, and I can’t believe Thor said you!”

“Well, she’s quite literally on top now, so I’m right.” Thor’s smile was so innocent that you couldn’t help but smile too. Despite the fact these people you never met before were discussing the private part of your relationship. But you understood, they are Natashas friends and they would obviously have a lot of questions regarding the mysterious girlfriend of hers they just met.

You stayed for the rest of the day, getting well acquainted with Natashas team. They seem fun, and you were able to worry less about Natasha getting hurt knowing she had people who cared about her there. And you had never gotten upset at the fact she wanted to keep you a secret, since you knew it was just to protect you from any enemies that would find out and use you to get leverage on her. You just felt honored to finally meet them.

“I bet (Y/N) is a freak in the sheets.”

Your face whitened and you choked on your saliva because of Tony’s comment. Now you were wishing you could go back to the days where you hadn’t met them.

[thebrochtuarachs]

Something in the Rain - “A Month Apart, Part 1”

A/N: Hi everyone, thank you for your patience as I whipped out this chapter. I had the initial outline on how this chapter will go but more frequent than none, it changes a lot in the middle while I'm in the writing process. :) I love this story and I hope it just gives you the good feels while reading this. We're two years into this pandemic and the world is still crazy. I hope you're keeping safe and being kind to yourself. :) As always, your comments and suggestions are very much welcome.

A modern day meet cute instance between Jamie and Claire.

AO3  / C1: A Day In June : C2: Definitely, Maybe : C3: So We Meet Again : C4: Friday Lunch : C5: Finding Solid Ground : C6: Situations : C7: Interruptions

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After their first date, their schedule for the following two weeks we’re packed - with Jamie settling back in the firm after his 2-week trip from London and Claire’s schedule at the hospital and preparing for her trip to Seattle.

Being a lawyer and a doctor weren’t the most flexible jobs - with patients and clients to attend to, surgeries and hearings to prepare for, plus, with both of them in administrative positions, it is additional work on top of their normal duties. But Claire and Jamie were determined to make it work, so they decided to communicate better, be extra patient and understanding, and really commit whatever available time they had.

The first week, Jamie couldn’t make lunch as he had a court hearing to prepare for and Claire couldn’t make dinner as she was on the night shift. So Jamie, one day, surprised Claire outside the hospital by picking her up, invited her to quick breakfast dates instead, and dropping her off at her house to make sure she got home safe.

The second week was a bit lighter but with Claire going to Seattle on Saturday, she had to do extra administrative work to make sure everything was set for her leave. She offered to have dinner takeaways at her office in the evenings which he happily accepted.

The night before her flight, Claire and Jamie were hanging out in her office, sitting at the sofa, admiring the Edinburgh skyline with a little wine and cheese tray.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t go out” Claire apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, Sassenach.” Jamie turned to Claire and patted her hand. “I honestly would prefer to do anything if it means I get to spend time with you - whether sitting here in your office on a Friday night or sitting in the gallery watching your surgery.”

“You’re too good to me, James” Claire quipped in a feigned dramatic voice.

“Ah, you give me too much credit, Claire. I hope you know that you make an effort too, especially these past two weeks”

“Me? It feels like you’re fitting more to my schedule than I am yours!”

“But you met me during breakfast even though you looked too knackered from yer shift.”

Claire couldn’t deny that and she could just smile with Jamie’s understanding.

“Are you all packed up for tomorrow?” Jamie asked, changing the subject.

“Yes. The weather’s mostly rainy in Seattle so I brought extra items for the wet and cold.”

“And what’s your schedule for the month?”

“Have I not sent you my itinerary? Hold up -” Claire took out her phone and quickly sent an email to Jamie. “There, I sent you my schedule but between teaching and surgery, my time’s the same as here just minus the administrative work, which I tell you not, I’m pretty excited to be free of it for the next month”

Jamie just nodded. The next month.

It’s all rather bad timing if you look at it. The first month, they’ve been rather inseparable with going to lunches almost everyday and weekends at the center. The following month, quick dates and meetings as Jamie was away at London and their crazy schedule at the hospital and the firm. And now, going into the third month since meeting, they’d be completely separated by roughly 4,485 miles.

“Did you hear what I said, Jamie?” Claire asked while waving a hand in front of Jamie’s face.

“I’m sorry, what?” Returning to the present, unaware that his mind has gone away a bit.

Claire gave him a softened look and sat closer to him. “What were you thinking?”

Jamie stayed silent but Claire’s look urged him on.

“Nah, ye’ll think me daft” Jamie said but Claire shook her head.

“Fine” Jamie stretched his arm to pull her closer and she gladly leaned on his shoulder. “I was just thinking about how I’ll not be able to see ye for a month, how much I’ll be missing ye, and how excited I am once ye return here.”

“Oh,” Claire knew the feelings were simple but it’s his words and the way he said it that touched her most.

“I told ye it’s daft.”

“It’s not daft.” Claire tried to mimic Jamie’s accent but they both just have to laugh at her attempt. Turning serious quickly, she took Jamie’s face by the hand and looked deeply into his eyes. “You know that I am going to miss you too.”

Jamie just nodded in agreement, looking at Claire so sweetly and lovingly that she couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss.

Since their first kiss after their date, they hadn’t been shy in showing affection to each other. Nonetheless, it’s all been very respectful to the boundaries to whatever stage they are in their relationship. Hand touches, hugs, pecks and kisses here and there but never really beyond that.

But with her impending departure, Claire seemed to be eager for more. Instead of completely pulling away, she kissed him again some more.

Jamie quickly picked up the signal and allowed himself to pull Claire closer and to his lap. A few minutes later, Claire felt Jamie’s tongue on her lips asking for entrance which she happily obliged. The air around them was electric.

Jamie was first to pull away before the moment got away from them. Claire sighed - not from disappointment, but by the fact of how chivalrous Jamie really is. And she doesn’t really mind it one bit. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

The following day, Jamie picked up Claire to drop her off at the airport. They thought they had time for a quick bite but traffic was so horrendous that they got to the gate just in time before boarding began.

With barely any time left, Jamie pulled Claire to a tight hug as the PA system called her flight. “Go, you’ll miss your plane”

Claire reluctantly released Jamie with a grunt. “Let’s go somewhere when I return”

“Sounds like a plan” Jamie tried to hide the longing in his voice but it was too late.

“The month will be over before you know it, okay? Message me everyday, call me every afternoon when you can” Claire encouraged him. With one last kiss, they bade each other goodbye as she started walking to her gate and Jamie was no longer in sight.  

As Claire waited for take off, the silence of a constant message ping on her phone slightly unsettled her. It was then she realized the vast distance between Seattle and Edinburgh. A single tear escaped but she quickly pulled it together. She’s not even gone yet but homesickness hit her right away.

-

So the four-week long distance trial began.

The 8-hour time difference is not too crazy between Seattle and Edinburgh with their available times falling at the start and end of the day. They’ve been coping well with their synced calendars and communication options.

Jamie sends flowers and snacks to Seattle Grace, earning Claire points from the staff for all the treats she’s been giving away.

Claire, on her end, sends late messages to Jamie to wake up to in the morning and asks Mrs. Kim’s Korean Street Food Hub to delivery chicken wings to Jamie every so often.

They’ve also reserved some time on the weekend for extended calls with conversations falling from happenings to their week to what hairstyles and colors they’ve done in the past.

It wasn’t till late in the 3rd week that things started to shake up.

It was a random Thursday evening in rainy Seattle. Between two surgeries and one class, Claire was ready to call it a day. She was settling on her sofa, drinking her tea for a little night cap when her phone pinged. It was 9:30PM Seattle meaning it was 5:30AM Edinburgh, too early for anybody to contact her over there unless it was important.

Grabbing her phone, her notifications show it was from Geillis. It was a link to a tabloid along with a message “HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?”

With the link, she can see the preview of the title “Jamie Fraser is off the market!” Curiosity prevailed Claire and she clicked the article

-

On the other side of the world, Jamie, as always, promptly arrived at the firm. Just as he was to pass Mrs. Fitz, she called him out.

“Ah, lad”

“Yes, Mrs. Fitz?”

“I dinna ken yet what ye or Claire are yet but have ye spoken to her today?”

“Today? Not yet. Why?”

She motioned for him to come round the reception and take a peek at her monitor.

She showed him the same article Geillis sent Claire and as soon Jamie saw the accompanying photo, he fished out his phone and immediately contacted Claire. It was midnight in Seattle but Jamie didn’t care - he wanted to clear things before things got misinterpreted.

“Erm, hello?” a groggy Claire answered the phone on the other side of the line.

“Hi, were ye asleep?” Jamie asked as he walked the hallway to his office.

“I was but I answered already, what’s up?” she replied, her voice still muffled by sleep. She knew why he was calling though but wanted to hear it from him. “Did you just arrive at the firm?”

“Yes,” he replied, closing the door to his office for privacy. “Well, I don’t want to keep you long but an article came last night about me and well, in case ye’ll see it, it is not true.”

Jamie heard Claire sigh on the other end, “I’ve seen it” she confirmed.

“Ye’ve already seen it?” he repeated in disbelief, looking at his watch, it’s only been posted a few hours ago.

“Geillis sent it to me earlier, I think it just came out then. She’s a bit of a morning person so…”

“Claire, it isn’t true. It was all in a bad angle. The Dunsany’s have been a long-time client of ours and we had an unexpected dinner meeting yesterday. I was just escorting their daughter to her car when the paparazzi got wind of us and ran with whatever story they could think of.” Jamie quickly explained in summary.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. I mean you say it’s not true and I believe you.”

“You don’t have any questions?” he asked, a little baffled.

“Not really. I mean was there more to it?”

“A bit but something we can talk about later.”

“Okay”

It was both refreshing and confusing as to why Claire seemed nonchalant about all this. On one end, she might be really understanding. On the other end, she might be harboring ill-feelings she didn’t want to discuss.

It was Jamie’s line that turned silent. Claire, guessing he might need more despite her sleepy state, obliged him. “Jamie, I won’t lie. I was surprised at first because of the photo and how the article was written with your family histories. Add to that, that I didn’t see it in the calendar and you didn’t text me about it.”

“Why didn’t you call -?”

“But” she interrupted him, “I also know you, Jamie, and I know about us. If I was really concerned, I’ll call you right away. But I’m not and we’ll be meeting later anyway, so I know we’ll talk about it eventually.” she paused to catch a breath. “Besides, you already explained it, I don’t need to know any more because I trust you, Jamie.”  

“Okay” it was Jamie’s turn to give the one-word reply.

“Are we okay now?” she asked.

“Yes, as long as ye are too.” Jamie replied to which Claire mummed in agreement. “Thank ye, Claire.”

“You’re welcome. Now, I’ll go back to sleep and see you later.” With that, Claire ended the call, a small smile crept on her face knowing the relief and joy Jamie probably feels right now.

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9 and with Bakudeku??

9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

sorry this took so long, tumblr crash made me lose all my progress 😒 then I had to go somewhere

Katsuki groaned and opened his eyes, just barely enough to see who was poking his shoulder in front of him. He sighed, annoyed at seeing his green-haired fiancé waking him up for the third time that night.

As soon as said greenette saw the other male awake, he smiled widely and went back to clinging onto the front of him with a happy hum. “Heh, yay you're up!”

“Deku I swear..what the hell do you want now?” He grumbled, closing his eyes again as he stayed half-awake against his own will. “You have five seconds to explain why you woke me AGAIN and it better not be like the last two reasons.”

“Well..mmh..” Izuku groaned and rolled over onto his back, spreading his arms and legs out. “I’m boreddd- and I can't sleep! You make us sleep so damn earlyy!” He whined, turning his head back to Katsuki and pouting when he saw the blond's closed eyes.

Katsuki mumbled something incoherent before he tugged on one of Izuku's arms, pulling him back into him to cuddle. “Babe I love you, but I also love sleep. Go to sleep.” He sighed, trying to hold the greenette tightly though he kept squirming his arms.

“Kacchan! Com’n no fair!” He huffed as he continued to squirm and kick his legs to try and get out of the blond’s grasp. “I’m being forced to cuddle against my will someone help-“ Izuku sighed, eventually giving up and going limp in Katsuki’s arms. “Can we at least do something?”

The blond opened his eyes again, only to roll them at his freckled fiancé. “It’s 12:30am. What the fuck do you want to do at 12:30 am?!” He was tired and quite frankly annoyed at Izuku’s insistence on keeping him up, especially since he’d had a rougher patrol than normal.

“I dunno..oh! What if I played some music and we danced around together? Com’n that’d be so much fun! Please?” Izuku looked up at his fiancé with pleading eyes, honestly just wanting to spend time and talk with him.

Katsuki stared at Izuku a second before sitting up and getting off the bed. He slowly picked up the smaller male and pulled him off the bed as well to place him down on the floor. “I am not dealing with this tonight. You wanna play music? Go ahead, in the living room. But you’re hereby banished from this bed tonight.” He grunted, quickly sitting back down in the bed and laying on his side with his back towards Izuku.

“W-what?! You can’t banish me!” Izuku whined as he jumped back up and tried to crawl back onto the bed. Only to be stopped by one of Katsuki’s hands in his face, pushing his head back. “This is my bed too! Com’n Kacchan!” The freckled male mumbled into his hand before pouting. He refused to leave and, after a few minutes, just let his arms fall so he was leaning into Katsuki’s hand.

The blond turned around again, mostly just for a more comfortable position as he continued to hold Izuku back. “I want sleep, nerd. SLEEP.” He sighed, debating giving in or making some sort of compromise. “If you promise to let me sleep the rest of the night, you can come back onto the bed. And then tomorrow we can stay up late and do whatever you want, how about that broccoli head?”

Izuku thought a second, continuing to pout into Katsuki’s hand before he pulled his face away and nodded. “Alright, alright..tomorrow we’re dancing at midnight though!” He stated, stomping one of his feet to show he meant it, it was really just something romantic he always wanted to do though.

“Deal.” Katsuki nodded and put his arm back down as he made some room for the greenette on the bed. He slowly pulled Izuku back onto the mattress next to him, not even being able to sleep without him anyway even if he didn’t want to admit it.

The two silently pulled each other closer, though Izuku of course had on his usual wide smile as he got pulled into the blond’s arms. He was somewhat disappointed that he had to sleep now, but quickly cheered up when he felt Katsuki’s soft lips against his forehead.

“Night love..” The green-eyed boy muttered, realizing soon after that Katsuki was already asleep again which made him lightly laugh. “Heh you’re so cute..and I can say that without getting yelled at now.” He looked up at the blond, grinning and just watching his fiancé sleep peacefully.