#but i got my bbs background decided like while i was in bed last night i planned everything out which i neglected to do

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Hi bb!!

Could I request these boys: Bakugou, Todoroki and Shinso are with their twin toddler sons? And if you could also add like the softest sweetest thing they do for them? 🥺

I love your writing sm! 😭💞

OH MY GOODNESS!!!!! thank you so much for requesting this. I will try my absolute best so I hope you like it!

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Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou’s kids are rarely angels but when they had their moments, they were absolutely fucking adorable just like bakugou

You had remembered when they were first born, Bakugou was by your side while the doctors were performing a C-section. He had watched with a sparkle in his eye as the doctors carefully wiped away the goop from the two little boys and you swear that you had saw some tears in his eyes as they hand you guys your little ones.

When you were stitched back up and in your hospital room, being wheeling in you saw Bakugou crouching right next to the beds admiring their features as he tries to implant that imagine in his brain so it could last forever

Bakugou was given the green light to do skin to skin contact with the little boys. You watched him protectively have his hands on their small backs as he supports them to make sure that they don’t fall out of his arms. He would being staring at the two trying to figure out whose features they had gotten. As he turns to you, he tells you that the oldest one had gotten a lot of your features while the youngest one had gotten a lot of his features. You giggled at his findings as he glares at you for laughing at him.

You had told him that he was already becoming an amazing father and that you couldn’t have asked for a better person to have children with and he had a blush on his face as he hides his face so you can’t see his blush

The oldest quiet one was definitely a daddy’s boy, it didn’t matter if Bakugou was trying to use the bathroom his son would be right by the door or if not in the bathroom as Bakugou is trying to get him to leave so he could take a dump in peace

The young loud one was a mama’s boy. He would be following you around as he was stuck at your hip. He was a sensitive boy and he found comfort to be around you 

Don’t get me wrong, both of the boys love you guys equally

~

You were looking in the fridge to see what you could make for your twin boys for breakfast when you spot a familiar lunch box relaxing on the shelf of the fridge. Immediately recognizing it as Bakugou’s lunch box, you feared that your husband would be too busy to remember to eat something for lunch so you decided to take it to him as a surprise. You quickly made your three year old little twin boys breakfast as you ate breakfast with them. Dressing the twin boys up in Dynamight hero costume sweatshirts, as it was a little chilly outside, and you getting dressed as well. You guys headed off to give Bakugou his lunch.

Arriving at his agency, you greet Bakugou’s receptionist as you guys have a good relationship since you have come to the agency a lot. She allows you to enter his office as she waves to the little boys. The twins knocked on the door as they hear their father say come in, opening for the short ones they run to him as he smiles at his little family in his office.

“You had forgotten your lunch, so we decided since we don’t have a lot to do today that we go drop it off for you to make sure that you eat something,” you say as you place his lunch on his desk and give him a kiss on his lips. He smiles at you as he looks at his boys behind your legs. Trying to engrave this moment in his mind forever Bakugou scoops his little boys into his arms as he tells you to hug them as well. One big happy family group hug. 

Todoroki Shoto 

Shoto had never thought that he would have children in his future. He was scared that he would become like his father but since you were there, he was always reassured that he would never become like his father when you were by his side

When you guys were at the doctor to get an ultrasound and you found that there was two babies and not one, you saw Shoto have so much emotions in his eyes as you saw a single tear roll down his check

Shoto had always been at your side throughout your pregnancy and sometimes was a little over protective

Seeing Shoto show these much emotions was something that you thought you would never experience throughout the times you were dating, sure he would show a bit but it wasn’t a lot as the time that you gave birth to your two little ones

He would help you with the twins when they were crying through the night because he had saw how tired you have become when you would be with them throughout the day while he was at work. You were very happy that he would help you

The boys both had Shoto’s personality as they both were quite quiet and didn’t cry that much. They would also be protective of you around people that they didn’t know especially around Enji after you had talked to him about how he was changing and that he should know his grandchildren and after you promised him that if he does anything to your children then you will have hell to pay 

~

Shoto had the day off from hero work from his fathers agency, seeing as you had the day off as well he wanted to spend the day with his family and your two little ones couldn’t be more excited to spend the day with their dad. You saw the opportunity to make Shoto breakfast in bed since he had been working so much that you wanted him to relax and not worry about anything.

You and the twins were in the kitchen as you were manning the stove cooking up some eggs and your twins were making cute drawings for your hero husband. Finished with cooking the eggs and the rest of the food, you grabbed a tray and made the presentation look nice before heading up the stairs to your shared bedroom. 

The twins were taking a while to get up the stairs but you didn’t mind as you were trying to make sure that you wouldn’t spill the food all over the stairs. Slowly opening the door to the shared room and heading over to Shoto’s side of the bed. The twins gently patting their father to get him to wake up but not to startle him awake. Shoto feels the gentle pats and peeks an eye open to see his beautiful wife and two amazing boys in front of him.

Sitting up as you give him a kiss on the cheek and set the tray down on his lap as you go over to the other side of the bed and sit right next to him. Shoto wishes that he could be here every morning but sometimes his hero work has made him leave early in the morning.

As he watched his wife nurture their children, he is burning the image into his memory so he can think of the beautiful moment in his mind forever.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Shinsou was shocked to hear that you were pregnant because you guys had never talked about having kids ever since you had gotten married

it was because you guys were new heros and wanted to get further into your careers before you guys had started to talk about kids 

but things happened and Shinsou was excited to start this new chapter with you in your guys life

During the first appointment, you guys could only see one baby as you were not that far along to see if there were more than one, but as you got farther along and you had went to your next appointment the doctor had noticed that the little one wasn’t the only one in there which had you two really shocked 

Shinsou was a big help throughout your whole pregnancy as he wanted to be right by your side the 24/7 but sometimes you would push him to go do something so you can breath a little bit

He would help you when they were constantly moving in your belly to get more room, rubbing your belly or talking to them would be his go to move to helping them settle down so you can get some sleep through the night

When the two were born, they both had their dad’s lavender hair and eye color

They looked like exact copies of Shinsou 

Also getting his quiet personality 

~

Shinsou had just gotten off from hero duty and was now heading home to his beautiful wife and children. He had texted you that he was on his way home but he never got an answer back so he was a little worried if something had happened to you and the twins.

Walking into the front door of his home, he doesn’t hear the pitter patter of feet running towards the door or you talking so he started to become more worried. Until he walked further into the house and landing in the living room to see a movie quietly playing in the background with you on the couch as the twins were on either side of you.

Smiling to himself as he sees the beautiful sight, he walks up to the pile of cuteness to lean down to give you a kiss on the forehead as well as kissing the little ones foreheads. He picked up the boys and took them to their bedrooms before coming back to find you slowly waking up. Shinsou picks you up bridal style and brings you to your bedroom.

He believes that coming home to the sight of his beautiful wife and children snuggling on the couch waiting for him is the best thing that could happen in his life.

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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 22)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

CHAPTER 21

WOTN MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Sorceress Ingrith might be going on far more ways to plan your early demise for you and your unborn child without the witcher around. The queen also thinking of plans to punish you without the use of drudging.

Warnings: Derogatory, plans attitude and words. Mention of the Witcher character named ‘Auckes’. 

Words: 5.6k

A/N: I’ve been feeling on and off with my mental state since last month. I just don’t tell anyone. Anyways, Feedbacks will be nice to receive. Thank you. I plan on writing two more last smuts for Witcher of the Night in the future chapters. So, watch out for that. I needed more of my Geralt fixation. LMAO. I’m sorry if my fic  is beginning to be boring for you, but I needed to write this for the sake of the story. I know I’m not the best writer out here. So, I’m sorry for any disappointments. Stay safe, Bb’s.

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It's been a day of hearing from Eanraig that your witcher has started his journey over the hunt for the lost witch.

Hours have also passed after hearing such devastating and surprising news from the druid about your unexpected 'cursed' pregnancy whose father was a witcher that is expected to actually be infertile. The happenings intentionally given by a genie you only knew and expected to watch and read through fairytales; Disney fairytales.

Sleep was hardly your partner last night. Thoughts coming over the idea of a maddened witcher and your pregnancy, having only minutes of light slumber that has gotten you waking up with every single thud you hear from outside your chambers. Thinking that it was someone who wanted to hurt you again especially that Geralt wasn't around for you to hide from behind.

The early knock received before sunrise has got you scrambling on your feet, latching off the locks of your door for the queen of Kaedwen to emerge from your doorstep with more than a trio of servants following her while she trespassed inside your chambers.

She stood before you in her silk, expensively designed, black night gown. With her head held up high and hair bedazzled before she even decided to pay you a visit in her usual lavish gowns.

"You are quite the woman. Also, your witcher is as well."

Queen Makeda interrogated, gaze raking all over the room to check any evidences of her necklace being thrown around. She huffed to herself when there was no traces of her enchanted, Cobalt amulet that has been stolen by your doppelganger.

"---Demanding for a soft bed for you to sleep on while he hunts for the witch who has cursed my son?"

"Not even my young daughter would approve of this," she spoke in animosity, spitting the words like how she truthfully felt, "---Your horrible kind," the latter continued, taking heedful steps forward as you've stood on your ground; firmly and never backing down.

The queen was undeniably taller than you. She'd peered down, glaring into your narrowed eyes fighting back for her attempt on intimidating you. After everything they've done, feeling scared was running through your veins. It was pumping wrath and distaste for how they've treated you like an animal for pointing fingers over the woman who has stolen her necklace---even asking such favors for Geralt when they knew how he acted towards you; using it to their advantage.

"---You and your witcher. It disgusts me,"

"Look who's talking, guess Geralt is the only way to save your cursed son then? But, you still manage to hate his kind when you're depending over him to save your prince,"

Out of the blue, you've felt fingers clasping around your throat. Her long nails sinking through your skin as her hold was tight, ceasing the air passing through your throat that has gotten you growling beneath her palm.

She intently given you a death look, bequeathing the opportunity of laying a hand on you without the witcher who has never left your side from the moment he arrived.

"Give me back my necklace. It was a gift by the king that I hold dearly,"

The bitch was barking when she had no evidence at all. You mindlessly thought in the back of your head whilst being choked at the same time.

"Your h-highness," you dryly coughed out the air she was trying to cut you off with. You've given her a menacing glare as well, your mouth in an obvious lour. Her hold shifting around your neck as she tried to shift your jaw out of its current position, making you tilt your head to give her a sharp, side-eye.

You can't help but bark out a mocking giggle, appearing to be sicko while being manhandled by your very own gender while a taunt left your fuming mouth.

"---what's your kind? I doubt your kind may be human,"

Queen Makeda scoffed after hearing that, pushing you to the ground which has left you heaving breaths and coughing out from the lack of it. Your fingers quickly grabbing onto your growing belly to protect whatever Eanraig believed there is to be inside of you. A child that he was cognizant of; slightly still leaving you in disbelief because of how you weren't seeing any changes at the image of your belly.

Until, you've realized that your period haven't visited you since the last week.

The realization had you staring at the ground you were currently sitting upon while the queen stood before you with all her might and certainty. Your instincts telling you to cease the in-denial for your pregnancy because it was the truth.

"You are awfully disrespectful. Just like your mutant."

At the mere acknowledgement of that towards your witcher, your longstanding antagonism for her has given you all the willpower of spitting on the ground she was standing on, tilting your head up at her from your seated position with utmost spite, glaring from below her in the greatest hostility you can ever give.

"You're not my queen. So I give you the least amount of my respect, Ma-ke-da. That's your name, right? Is there another word for Bitch here?---You're a bloody skank! Have I got the accent correct for everyone? Or should I continue my fake British accent? would you like it to be Scottish?"

Hushed gasps has been audibly heard from the queen's maids who stood aligned in vertical. Their posture slightly curved in a bow and never giving their gazes towards their majesty and had them glued to the ground. Howbeit, their hearing couldn't be helped as it was a natural instinct to listen despite of being ordered not to.

They've been disoriented from their prior poses, taking heed of how you've disrespect the queen who was reigning the whole kingdom. She reached out behind her, ushering over the court lady who was holding onto the used golden kirtle that seemed to be owned by a maiden who left the castle or has been punished to death.

In a cruel gesture, Queen Makeda has balled up the dress with her hands. Throwing them over your head that felt too impetuous and disfavourable because of how her servants felt the need to slyly giggle from the background.

"Womanly hands are needed in this palace," she brashly scoffed, tip-toeing over her tone like a taunt, playing over a prey she decided to amuse for the moment. You heedlessly yanked off the dress overthrown on your head and avoided their loathe-filled peepers who find your vulnerability entertaining their day.

The evil queen couldn't help but laugh beneath her breath, watching you bask in your own solitude and hopelessness---being a woman they believed as a thief or a girl with no name nor worth of living a happy and abounding life. A renegade in their kingdom that deserves the least amount of attention and respect.

It was probably your doppelganger's reality as she lives in Kaedwen; thriving in the most difficult way to live in their world---more desperate to stay alive more than you back in earth.

"I suggest you must help the maids as they serve us through night and day," she nonchalantly reiterated with a slip of her laughter every now and then. Her offhand way of talking resulting in giving her the most stony lour you could muster.

Queen Makeda spurned your woebegone with a simple simper, passing over the sepulchral spirit radiating off you. She'd turn her heels away, parading through your chambers with her servants following suit, but not forgetting to leave without a ridicule.

"Better than any corporal punishment. Am I right, tramp?"

Sundown came earlier than you've calculated. Being given the job of a scullery maid for this certain day has been backbreaking. You've scoured the dirtiest pots and plates with all your healing strength, straining your energy for the heck of it all because of how heavy their utensils and equipment can be. More than how the stuff in your workplace were much more lighter than ever. It wasn't a punishment you've expected from them considering how they've injured you in the flesh, taking Geralt's words accountable or was this just a hoax of their upcoming plans?

You knew that it won't be the only job given. Five days living in the castle has been a crestfallen experience that not any normal earthling could handle well.

Which has probably been also the reason why you were too stressed and angry with everyone and anyone including the father of your unborn child, raving in bluster for his slow-witted self in terms of one's feelings.

That was probably one of the disadvantages of being in love with a witcher. Geralt hardly receives love and care that he doesn't know how to distinguish it even for himself.

Laying on the cold surface of such mattress; back flat with aching muscles and healing wounds, one palm reached up to your slightly bilged stomach. The feeling of another human growing inside weren't obvious yet. Thinking that it was probably just because of the pastry they've fed you with which has gotten your stomach swelling.

"Are you really in there?" you quietly muttered to the ceiling, feeling your chest tighten from being all alone and dealing with what the witcher has said to you before he left. His words becoming an echo of your regret and sadness.

"---Or am I just bloated, Little princess?"

Soft caresses over your slightly curved skin has given you goosebumps all over your body. The act feeling too real for you to be talking to a baby that has probably never learn to kick yet. Simultaneously, a sigh left your mouth when you truly believed and hold on to Geralt's infertility tales when he has gotten you pregnant out of the blue.

Magic. Right. All of what was going on between you both was magic after all, even your growing child. He has been right after all.

"Am I really having a baby grow inside of me when I haven't expected this at all? your daddy probably has great swimmers---oh, wait. He should've been infertile." the train of thought has been ceased, your mouth curling in the opposite of a smile. Frowning being your constant expression the past few days with a round-the-clock dismal mood once you wake up and try to have a nap when you were hardly being given the chance to just like how your insomnia tries to eat you alive again.

It hasn't even visited you since before you've woken up from a different dimension. Insomnia has never been an issue when you've arrived in the continent. Perhaps, the witcher may be one of the reasons for your inner beasts to hide. Though, with the mist surrounding you both---it started to pay you a visit especially after experiencing physical and mental struggles through out your stay in the castle.

No matter how disappointed and angry you were with Geralt, he has still been your refuge from all the danger that his world can cause.

"Is this really happening? I'm going to be a mother now?" you went on in talking to no one in particular, caressing your stomach against the palm of your hand like how a mother would.

"---with the brooding witcher as your father?"

The mouth curled downward languidly pulled the strings to a solemn smile. Memories of Geralt and how he was finding you unappealing as each day passes was like a reality meant for you because even men in your world eventually leaves when you were showing them your humanly capabilities---the darker part of you that nobody can ever tolerate.

Even the witcher found you pathetic---a man from another world seeing what you actually were. Not an angel that all men believed you to be.

With a growing baby inside of you, it would be difficult to forget Geralt because of how he'd left a part of him inside of you and will eventually be born in a world you were fearful of.

When you said back in earth, that you wanted a child with Legolas. You didn't mean for it to happen in real life. Especially from a man who don't take children as a gift---something worth to be proud of as you remembered how Eanraig said that he would rather have his own child as a bait for monsters than to let him live in the continent.

Your heart was tightening further as you continued talking to your unborn offspring and into the brisk, solitary midnight with nothing but shadows to comfort your forlorn soul, "Your poppa' certainly won't accept you if he knows about your existence. Based on how we got into a fight over feelings we both don't understand." Pause.

"---If I shave his white head, will it be worth the revenge? You think he cares for his hair? Or maybe hide his witcher potions somewhere else where he would have a difficult time seeing it?"

You couldn't help but slightly giggle to yourself. The sound dethering and fading in the end from how forced it sounded; faking the happiness and trying to uplift your spirits by thinking that Geralt would still accept you in his life after tying him in a responsibility that he will surely detest.

"---I still can't help but think of him though. Especially after knowing you're growing inside of me now. I doubt he actually thinks of me more than I do,"

"Maybe the witcher might want to say that he loves you and that he is still on his witch hunt!"

Catching you off-guard, a squeaky, upbeat, childish voice resonated in your chambers. Hushed to the most quietest voice she could do, standing before the end of your bed was a curly haired child who was grinning amongst the shadows she tries to hide herself in. Her two front teeth sitting apart which has made her appear more adorable than ever. The features she had slowly coming to a point that it seemed to be familiar---like you've seen her face and heard her voice back in earth.

The child standing before you was a little demon known in your dimension. Delilah Cincinnati. A child who has always made your work more difficult than it can ever be---a nuisance who could always get you tripping when you were serving food for customers. You've had a nickname for her, Deli-the-menace that came from the character 'Dennis-the-menace' but this one was a little girl and her devilish grin suited her name.

But, her grin seemed to be different in this world. It was more sweet, utterly masking in pure innocence that made you sit your back on the headboard. Your fingers reaching below your pillows to grab onto the kitchen knife you've managed to sneak in because of how you didn't trust anyone in the castle---taking Geralt's advices seriously.

People would probably think you were crazy, but you've been thinking that this child in front of you would transform into an evil gnome and eat your unborn baby because she was hungry for flesh.

"Delilah?" your voice turned squeaky as well. Swallowing the nervousness back down the pit of your stomach, you crumpled your legs under your thighs, shifting away from the child when she dragged her feet upon the foot of the bed; crawling towards you with a smile.

She jumped the half of her body beside you, tucking her little legs under the bed sheets. The ends of it pulled by her tiny fingers and tucked under her chin whilst turning her whole body with a ceaseless smile.

"You're a silly lady! I'm no Delilah, miss witcheress."

The adorable child snuggled closer on your side, hiding behind your body as if she was sneaking from someone.

"Princess Corinthia of Kaedwen. You can call me 'Coco' instead. Just don't tell my mother!" she placed a finger in between her pursed lips, giggling behind as she thoroughly sneaked her miniscule body in between you and the headboard.

You've inhaled a deep breath before being cut-off by the princess and her mischievous warning, "Shh. The knights are searching for me!"

She pointed towards a large sized painted picture of the whole royal family hung over the stone walls, enclosing her mouth with her small palms while she whispered.

"---A secret door."

Princess Corinthia offered another giggle that has kept your mouth zipped because of how untrustful she still is to you. Though, you dropped the knife back under your pillows again when she seemed to be harmless than what you imagined her to be; a little devil or a tiny monster that she might be in the witcher's dimension.

"I am a curious child. I've been hearing the tales of a white haired beast slayer stepping foot in our fortress! The maids even said that he has brought a frog for him to protect and this frog is his bride as every single person in the palace has gossiped about. Are you the frog? Do you have a curse like my brother too?"

At the mention of that, the scowl suddenly became one prominent expression since the moment you arrived in the castle. Huffing out a breath of exasperation over what nickname you've gotten. The witcher's frog. It didn't sound too appealing for you and even for the child because she was giggling through it all.

"A frog?! Seriously?! They were calling me ugly. How rude of them," you stated as a matter of fact.

"Our maids are just probably thirsty whores who may want your witcha'!" your eyes grew from the profanity that left her mouth. A single, plain warning of a look has been given to the child.

"That's a bad word."

The castle princess ignored your upbraid, palms covering her mouth with her eyes turning into big saucers that looked like to be as if she was guilty over saying such blasphemy.

"---because of the epic that his humble bard has created, many have been less frightened over their kind. Though, some are quite suspicious and still looking at them in disgust just like how most of our servants are. Is he handsome? they were chattering about him last supper in the kitchen! Also, they've talked about how they have seen how he didn't think twice to point his sword at any of our men---Chivalry at its finest from a butcher as said by them,"

From the way she has mentioned it came with astonishment over the witcher's valiant and chivalrous actions. Your mind in a blurry mess when you have seen him the first time---being brought to a room where Geralt has reacted in an aggressive way towards everyone in the room that not even a king can scare him away when you were a bleeding mess shoved on the floors. Your heart constantly being poked by a knife after realizing that a fight came after his magnanimity, the other side of you thinking that he has done it out of affection and care. Expecting it to be more than just how a sentiment is towards a friend because you've been seeing him more than just your confidante.

Was this how friends with benefits is in their world?

You couldn't help the crinkles on the side of your eyes. A small, close mouthed smile warping your face at the thought of the witcher you were highly proud of deep inside.

"He is quite dashing, brooding and utterly like a knight in shining armor, don't you think?"

"I may want to have a husband like him in the future!"

"I doubt you could," you simply testified, remembering that princesses in the medieval era are forbidden to marry a commoner. More so, for a witcher whom everyone repels towards their kind.

"---A princess can only be with a prince. Unless, you're in a Disney story. Then you can be like---"

She immediately cut you off with a sad pout, "Aren't witchers like a prince? beast slayers but still a prince?"

You've turned to look into her eyes; genuine and seeming to be in a different state of mind as you sincerely implored, "To me---he's a knight. An imperfectly, perfect scarred knight who always saves my life." pause. "---Sometimes, picking a commoner is better than being with a perfect prince because they always make you believe in fairytales that don't exist. The witcher's a mutant. A freak of nature that they always see of him. An experimented human who had no other choice but to accept his lonely fate. But, this doesn't make him any less human, Princess Coco."

Princess Corinthia had her almond, doe eyes peering up at you. Her spirit filled in utmost inquiry for what your witcher really actually is. Unable to perceive how he also looked like because she had only seen his armored, broad back as he gently dropped you on the bed. Both of you seeming to be in a debate while his face inches away from yours, seeing him lean all the way forward to give you a pucker of his lips. A gesture that the princess has always seen from servants who had a secretive relationship with their knights. The opposite of what she sees from her parents because you never leaned away from Geralt unlike how the queen avoids her husband's affections.

Endearing to be seen from you both because her parents hardly appeared to cherish one another.

"Geralt has a kind heart that no other prince may let me see from and I wish for your future to be best and full of love like how I wish to have,"

"Geralt? is that the witcher's name?"

You've heard loud stomps of footsteps banging outside the room, knowing that it was probably chevaliers searching for the young princess. She was quick to pull the blanket over her head, forcefully shoving herself on your side for cover. Hence, it also made you slip under the covers, grabbing onto her fragile shoulders to pull her inside to veil away from the night that wanted to pull her in for a nightmare. The cloying feeling swaying your insides because of a young child that could delicately press onto your heartstrings, showing you how precious it was to have a daughter who was utterly sweet and gullible.

You couldn't help but giggle under the covers with her, subtly reaching for your growing stomach with a hidden caress.

"Yes it is, Princess. Now, hide!"

Morning came after and the night has still given you beasts as your foe, battling through the hours which has never given you enough sleep. The queen's princess having more sleep as she laid on your arm, telling you that she also had her own monsters to challenge with because she slept alone in her bed, thinking that it was all a lie when she dozed off after half an hour of your stories about Geralt and his adventures.

An understanding hitting you like a freight train when she began snoring as she slept on your bed.

The princess just needed someone to cuddle with. Comfort from another woman that the queen should've been doing because it was her daughter and not yours to begin with.

Dressed in your servant's clothes and standing in the middle of an empty kitchen, most servants have been called to be in the queen's chambers except for you. With a gurgling stomach and a set of pastries lined up in front of you and on the decrepit, wooden table---your fingers reach out for a piece of marzipan cakes until it has been whacked away from your hands with a tolerating slap of strength.

You were too hungry to even process that you have grabbed onto a kitchen knife, seeming to be in a greater starvation as each day passes by due to cravings for more food everyday. The blade has been hastily pointed upon the man's weak spot on his neck---remembering Jaskier's teachings about what vulnerable spot does it take to slash one's neck for him or her to bleed till her death.

Stunned forest green eyes were all wide as you point the tip upon his jugular. Your teeth barred and appearing wild before the familiar gallant whom you remembered to have seen back when Tybalt has forced his entry through your home. He was the cavalier who wanted nothing to do with Jaskier being shoved to the ground. The hesitant knight that you awfully remember.

"What are you going to do to me? Hurt me again?" you bark out loud, your fingers slightly trembling as the blade was close to his porcelain skin,  "---You knights are---!!!"

The obsidian eyed gallant raised his palm to covers your mouth, his gaze shifting around the empty kitchen before he talked, "Shhh. Don't eat those."

"---Mmmh!" you battled against his hold, shifting away but he forcefully kept you close by, never risking for you to scream or run away.

He shook his head, seeing him anxiously bite on his lower lip and looking away. His hand promptly leaving your mouth as he reached to grab onto one dessert that he saw one charmed servant bake and pour a nasty vile in the batter, "They're poisoned. I've heard it from Tybalt that you might be having a cub growing inside of you. One of the maids have been enchanted, poisoning your food."

You couldn't help but shut your eyes close in exasperation over people wanting to put you in danger. Your hunches immediately thinking about Ingrith because she has been the only person who couldn't stand you and the child you were bearing.

"Notice how no one eats them?"

"But, I seen them eat before I'm around,"

"But, not these. Correct?"

The maids have never eaten any dessert---nor had it look touched. They were devouring food, right. But, not desserts because somehow they suddenly had no sweet tooth over pastries; slyly knowing that you had a penchant over sweets.

It was probably the reason why they were simply poisoned.

You couldn't help but bite the insides of your cheeks, pulling out a chair from the table to tiredly sit and sigh about how stressful it is to stay alive in Geralt's dimension when people wanted you dead since the moment that an out-of-the-blue child has been living inside your stomach.

Was it a mistake made? was the child a mistake so that was why people were scared for it to be born? Eanraig has said that she would be born with a purpose to save their dimension---receiving such help to save humanity and cease chaos.

As much as how difficult it was to understand that, the only thing that has ever been a mistake was trying to honestly tell Geralt you love him before being cut-off by your witcher.

"Is it true?" the gallant curiously inquired, leaning his hip on the edge of the table as he crossed his arms in front of you.

"---that the Witcher is your child's father?"

It was still quite awkward to tell knowing that he was supposed to be infertile. But, being in a world where magic exists probably isn't the only thing peculiar after all.

"Yes."

"Oh, great. It wasn't just plain gossip after all," he momentarily exhaled a breath, rolling his shoulders back. Quietly moaning as he stretched his limbs, his youthful, juvenile timbre in his tone turning squeaky and nonchalant, "---They'll loathe you more especially that you're up the spout with the witcher's child,"

You could see the disgust in their eyes. People in the castle who somehow managed to see you. Though, the case with Eanraig, princess Coco and this chevalier was different because they looked at you as if there was nothing wrong which it should've been.

"Why?"

He pursed his lips and shook his head, grabbing onto another set of pastry that looked like some pudding as he raised it to his nose, subtly sniffing the food before calmly throwing it back away again, "That's not a question. Think of it---you're pregnant by a monster slayer who had tales of his kind that he is completely barren due to his genetic mutations. Then, you're suddenly carrying his sprog for magical reasons,"

Your eyes quickly narrowed with how sarcastic he sounded.

He continued his chatter, sighing every once in a while as he said his words that seemed to be a quote coming from another, "---Witchers are the offspring of foul sorcery and witchcraft. They are unscrupulous scoundrels without conscience and virtue, veritable creatures from hell capable only of taking lives..."

The latter exhaled one last long breathe, dramatic enough to pay heed over how you were trying to see through him; thinking what kind of person he was because after being injured within the castle has made you wary of anyone who wanted to talk. It even got to the point that you were guessing he wanted to talk and seek out information from you.

"---I've always remembered Amaury and his beliefs over witchers since he has encountered one before he was killed by him," he gave a small beam, showing teeth while he was in a flashback of memories from his journey before with a deceased close friend.

"I remember he goes by the name Auckes---maybe your witcher might know him,"

You simply nodded. Still cautious of his presence while you hugged your stomach from him.

"There are other witchers too?"

Geralt has left that question unanswered, back when you were serving ale for him. You've tried to remember that name for when you try to ask your witcher---that is if you're still planning on talking to him after the fight you and him had or if he would even care to answer.

Eventually, it was needed to talk to the father of your own child of surprise. A child of surprise that had no law being given or said.

He noticed you were dazing off, too deep in your thoughts that got him sauntering over the kitchen cabinets, slipping a hand inside to try and eyeball some fruit he tried to hid this morning. The man was thinking you were starving already which tells why you were staring out of nowhere, considering that you were eating for two.

"---Auckes became an assassin. He was formerly a witcha',"

You've snapped out of your stupor, the empathy you had for people swiftly slipping through your mind, "I'm sorry to hear that. May your friend's soul rest in peace."

"Amaury might be having a good time where ever he is right now,"

He strolled back to where you sat, standing before you with a bundle of apples, oranges and boiled eggs. His hands reaching out to give them while whispering the next sentences like he was forbidden to do it from the start or even talk to you, "Watch out for anyone. They have an entire repugnance for his kind and anyone related to him," you've taken the food out of his hands, placing them all on your apron and bunching them to yourself.

The lean built gallant took a step back, hands behind his back and realizing that he was younger than you thought. In the same age as Jaskier when he gave you a boyish smile, "Take care of yourself. Especially your child,"

You've finally beamed before him, slowly loosening up around his infectious presence. Self deciding that he was worth to trust after he took a bite of his own apple hidden inside the pocket of his breeches, showing you that the food he gave was poison free.

"Do you have a name?"

"Of course. The name's Otker."

"Thank you for the warning, Otker." the latter gave a toothy grin before it fell in a hot second, reaching to cup his nape in sheer embarrassment for whatever he was thinking.

"Forgive me for I have not helped you through Tybalt's plans," he honestly apologized.

Without warning, there were voices echoing outside. Voices of maidens chewing the rag over what the queen has told them and it made you shot up from your seat, the bulwark surrounding you suddenly building itself from hearing other people closing in---people who weren't worth the trust.

"It's fine. You had no other choice. You can't betray the man who you work for. Evil or not."

Otker cocked his head to the side with a knowing smile, his mouth in an amused straight line as he walked away with his steps going backward. He was agreeing to what you've said but also somehow disagreeing too.

"Tybalt's not all evil," the green eyed gallant pursed his lips from his psychoanalysis over the higher vampire after working with him for half a year or so; having faith over his ungodly gestures like his appearance had been a misunderstanding for his wicked characteristics that you find in him.

"---but, he isn't good either. Just being whispered words of propaganda by everyone surrounding him,"

A simple shake of your head was enough to get Otker shrugging his shoulders because he knew you weren't convinced after Tybalt basically stabbing you on the hip before he walked away as the judging servants came in the kitchen one by one again---planning to continue the stress they have been pouring.

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[beecherdrysdale]

Heyyyy my bbs, time to write about GREECE 🇬🇷 w our fav boys.

- first Brigid it is so cool that you have a greek friend can she please take me w her lol.

Airports in the morning just have that vibe, lmao I just excited. I usually have pretty early flights and I get there early, like my mom is always anxious for missing flights so we’d be at the airport at like 2:30 am for a 5:30 flight. And I always ask why? I could still sleep.

Ya let’s just say our flight is at 5:30 so we are there at like 3:45 lol idk times. Everybody is groggy or passed out in the car before getting to the airport so they’re just barely awake, other than Ryan, quinton, Dylan me and Kirby? Once we pass security which I will most definitely get beeped on, and find our gate, Ryan and quinton set off to get snacks for the flight. We might send Braden w them to keep Ryan in check lol. Also brigid lucky w the tsa pre check.

Jamie and Brigid just collapse on the chairs and just hold each other, and look a d o r a b l e. I’ll take some photos hehe. You two are just cocooned together.

Kirbs and kesh also cuddle up with each other, Kirby just chilling and playing w kesh’s hair. And kesh just sleeping. I can just see it. Some of the other boys just pull their hoods down and pass out on the chairs as well.

Meanwhile: I need a drink so I go to Starbucks w Quinner and dyl. I’ll get you coffee:) and kesh a stuffed pretzel cuz Ily . Maybe we can get Tims oooo.

I come back and see you passed out w Jamie 🥺 and I just give you your coffee and kesh her pretzel and go find the rest of the boys, because I need some snackssss for the flight. dyl is a bit jealous so he’ll just join us hehe. After that video of quinner I want his beanie so I steal it.

Let’s fast forward to boarding and everyone has gathered. Ryan and quinton have a mountain of snacks, and Brigid and Jamie are still passed out lol.

When they call our seat section all of us are just chaotic and getting our passports. The tickets are random lol so you’ll see who you sit with. Going through the tunnel and into the plane is so fun!!.

Ok on plane pt1.

Seating: Brigid gets lucky and is in a row with both Dylan and Jamie so she’s sandwich’d between them, but that depends on what part of the row you like, aisle, middle or window. Orrr maybe for the plane ride brigid is sitting w dyl this time and w Dylan c or something and Jamie’s trying to get Dylan c to switch seats w him so that he can sit w Brigid as well. Jealous boy....

Kesh and Kirby are automatically sitting together even if they have different assigned seats lol. Idk kesh can you sleep on planes, i never can. Wbu Brigid? So if you can you are still sleeping on Kirby and he’s making sure that you have good leg room and are comfortable.

Hehe maybe to spare Quinners feeling we will sit together in the same row. Maybe Ryan can sit w us and behind brigids row cuz the chirps never stop y’all. Since i never sleep on planes maybe Quinner falls asleep on me and I can play w his hair 🥺

The rest of boys are just asleep before take off

Still this flight is chaotic lol.

Pt 1. Is before take off. So pt 2 is the flight and getting to Greece 😍

Hope you enjoy:))

hehe sorry for the late response, i had a big history assignment i had to finish last night. anyways, long post ahead

ok i want to go to greece so bad bc it’s sooooo pretty, so going with the canada boys is like a dream. whenever my friend goes i try to convince her to let me come with but she won’t lol

yesss the airports in the early morning have the best vibes, bc there’s barely anyone there and you can do basically whatever you want. haha my dad’s the same, we have to be to the airport like 3 hours before our flight and our flights are usually at like 5:30 am. and i’m just like why? there’s barely anyone there, plus we have pre-check so we can get through really fast

anywayssss yes we’d get to the airport at like 3:30 so pretty much everyone is super tired and like about to fall asleep. and then we have to go through security and a bunch of us would get beeped lol. and i won’t have precheck bc my dad wouldn’t be there lol so i have to go through normal security with all of you guys, which i haven’t done in ages so i don’t even remember what to do lmao. don’t you have to like take your shoes off?

so once we all finally get through, we have to go find our gate so we can put all our stuff down. side note: do you guys check you bags? i never do bc both times my siblings have checked bags stuff got broken so now i just bring a carry-on suitcase and a duffel that i can put under the seat. anywayssss once all our stuff is set down ryan and quinton have to go get snacks and then braden decides to go with. honestly i feel like quinton would be the one keeping them in check lol while the other two are just going crazy with the food

meanwhile, me and jamie are just sleeping over by our gate. like usually i’m the one who’s super hyper for the morning flights, but since my swim practice keep getting pushed back later i probably wouldn’t go to bed til like 1 am the night before so i would be really tired lol. plus jamie would be wearing one of his hoodies and i would also be wearing one of his that i stole and he would be so warm that i would just fall asleep with him and we’re just cocooned together 🥺 also yes please take pictures i need a new phone background

and then kesh and kirby are just chilling together, kesh is passed out on kirby and kirby’s just playing with her hair while she sleeps bc he’s responsible so he actually went to bed early the night before lol. and some of the other guys just pull their hoods over their eyes so they can sleep 

then there’s you and quinner and dyl who are still tired but not enough to sleep, so you guys go to get coffee, either tims or starbucks depending on if we’re in canada or the states. and then you can get kesh her stuffed pretzel and then coffee for me, haha unpopular opinion i usually drink my coffee black. so then you can leave the pretzel and coffee for kesh and i and then you quinner and dyl go leave to find the other guys bc you want food lmao. good thing ryan isn’t there or else the two of you would be waking me and jamie up just to chirp us lol. anywayssss then while you guys are going to catch up with the other you steal quinner’s beanie and he spends a good 10 min trying to get it back before he just gives in and lets you keep it 😂

hehe then when it’s finally time to board it’s just chaos like trying to wake everyone up and get all your stuff and making sure everyone has passports. and then we’re all trying to carry all the snacks onto the plane bc there are so many, and everyone else is just staring at us lmao

so then once we get on the plane it’s even more chaos all trying to find our seats and everyone’s switching seats so they can sit with who they want to lol. and then i’m in a row with dyl but jamie’s not in our row, so he’s begging cozens to switch seats with him and ends up paying him like $50 just to switch lmao. so then i’m between dyl and jamie bc i really don’t care which seat i have and i’d probably be watching a movie (if we have them, idk my dad has a tonnnn of points saved up from traveling for work so we usually can get first class tickets free) bc i can never sleep on planes. and then kesh and kirby are automatically together, everyone would switch seats if they needed to have the two of them together bc they’re literally #couplegoals. and kirby’s just trying to make sure kesh is comfy and that she can sleep if she wants to. and then we have lexi in a row with quinner and ryan, and ofc they have to sit behind me for the sole purpose of lexi and ryan chirping me the entire fucking flight. but then quinner’s still tired even tho he drank like 3 coffees, so he falls asleep on lexi and lexi plays with his hair 🥺 and then half the other boys are already asleep again, like i don’t understand how they sleep sm? i could never

so anywayssss that’s all for part one, i love it and i’m so excited for part two. and i’m sorry i really didn’t add much but i’m braindead from the math test i just took

[hollenka99]

Now That I’ve Played SoulScape...

This will be a spoiler review so please don't read this if you plan on playing the game yourself. Will naturally also contain spoilers for SeptiScape too so the same goes for that game as well.

General Comments

(This was originally all bulletpointed but I decided it was easier to read as paragraphs instead)

It's so good to see the -Scape (Scapeverse?) boys again. It's been over 2 years so their face design looks slightly different but that's expected when it comes to continual development as an artist. My favourite new looks are Chase, Marvin and Nega.

Also voice acting???? Hell yeah! Marvin’s expressions give me the kind of vibe that they were inspired by cat memes and his voice acting seems perfect for him. 

I was just wandering around the woods, exploring the area, when Angus makes a pun involving loss. It took me by surprise and I spent a full 10 seconds being super confused by this seemingly random comment before noticing the trees. Then I just wanted to flip my laptop. I can't remember if it was Dev Ritchy or Dev Blake who claimed responsibility but I want you to know I was glaring at my screen for a minute because of what you did. Have been lowkey wondering whether Lucky Luciano was there since this happened last night.

Straight up melted when Bing saw Angus in his true appearance and they started calling each other sunflower and angel etc. Their reunion during the good end and any/all interactions they have in this game send me every time.

I spent so long just wandering around Attitude City. Mostly because I was too dumb to realise the cliffs were to the side and you could get the bus to the skating rink. At least I got to explore the place thoroughly.

Loved seeing some characters from SPG making cameos. I saw Mack’s sprite and went “Surely not... oh my god it is!”. The dialogue with Billy where he makes references to chapter 1 of GITS were brilliant.

The only issue I had was in the church because for some reason it was super laggy and quite difficult to do anything in that room. But that it is just one small area that slightly dampened the experience. Everything else in the game ran smoothly.

Chad just showing up and being like "Well... how about I let someone of your exact description have all this weed of the dankest degree for free." was iconic.

Fuck Stacy. That's all I'm going to say. But it does go to show that men aren't the only ones who are capable of being abusers and thank you for showing that.

I had to take a moment when Jackie told his younger self that they were braver and stronger than they gave themselves credit for.

I am so glad Marvin has a friend like Beau who had his back while he was being taken advantage of. The world needs more Beaus.

I loved the art on Beau's cards. If it’s mentioned in the credits, sorry because I think I may have missed it but kudos to whoever designed those cards.

I could watch that empty room all day. I'm sure there might have been an easter egg if you chose to stay in the room multiple times but I didn't pursue it. Didn't even see Angus show up because I was anticipating a mild jumpscare from [OMITTED] so my hands were covering my face.

Not entirely sure what the cause of Emma's death is. When Henrik said he blamed himself, I originally thought he might have made the fatal mistake of letting a baby sleep in his bed. But I doubt Henrik would do something that dangerous, especially since he has a background in medicine. It's more likely to be an unfortunate case of cot death/SIDS, which just makes it sadder because sometimes that stuff can simply Happen and nobody is to blame, least of all the new father who simply left his daughter alone for a short while to get some sleep.

Bing's boss battle was so tough, I swear. He kept doing that attack where multiple people suffered a fair bit of damage. I lost to him once because I did not stock up properly. Classic case of not having enough BB when shops were available then not having access to shops when I did have enough BB to buy a bunch of white choc cookies and Jameson. 2nd time lucky though.

I found burn damage is your best friend with bosses. Now I will forever swear by this method whenever I replay this game.

I managed it on my first try but man, the fight between Anti and Angus was rough too. I couldn't get Angus' code manipulation trick to work with Anti so no burns to help me this time. Plus, the guy kept freezing time and healing himself like wow, who'd be mean enough to replenish their HP mid-fight. Anyway, it ended up being a case of them continually hitting each other with occasional misses and me feeding Angus cookies whenever his HP grew yellow.

When it came to the scene where Anti gets his souls back, I honestly thought Angus would give up his chance of feeling whole with nothing to fall back on because of the card Beau showed us where someone falls off a tower. I'm really glad Angus got to have a good ending too. Both he and Anti deserve to be whole and happy.

BAD END SEAN BAD END SEAN BAD END SEAN

No but seriously, I think it's really cool that both of the SeptiScape endings are canon. I have no clue who the shadow person could be but I am hyped to eventually find out.

I can't wait for EndScape to be released and we have literally only gotten SoulScape in the past 24 hours.

Angus and Anti

Thought these two deserved their own section since the game largely revolves around them and their conflict of wanting to exist but needing Posi and Nega to do so.

That first bit with Anti's horror world creeped me the hell out. It was after 10pm, maybe around 11 even. My room was completely dark except for my screen. I was so tense the whole time I walked around, incredibly wary throughout that section. I was living when Anti confronted Angus once you caught up to him. And when Angus went to find him in the woods near the campsite? My mind kept yelling 'ThisisbadThisisbadThisisbad' as we approached.

After that first bit, I looked forward to any Anti section because I love his character. He was completely justified in his motivations. I mean, Angus admits to stealing Nega as soon as he returns to his house with Sean after their fight in the first game. If anything, I'm surprised it takes him as long as it does for him to realise [OMITTED] is the true Anti.

I really liked the truth that it hadn't just been Anti that Angus affected when he grabbed Nega. There was also Henry and that universe's Bing, among others presumably. They all deserved a happy ending and it looks like they're getting it after all these years. I think it was very sweet that they threw Anti a birthday party as an epilogue.

Oh also, seeing the dynamic between Angus, Posi and Nega was really cool. They've obviously grown close to each other in the year that's passed since the events of SeptiScape. The souls admitting they felt returning to Anti was the right thing to do was the perfect kind of gut punch. You know deep down that they're right and Anti does indeed need them but at the same time you're going "Wait no, you can't leave Angus!"

All in all, I think the whole story arc concerning Anti and Angus was really well written. You want to dislike Anti because he's the antagonist to Angus' protagonist, an aggressive one at that. But you can't help siding with both of them.

Either way, I already said it this morning when I'd just finished the game about 15 minutes before but well done. You did yet another great job with this one. SeptiScape is one of my favourite games in general, I can tell I'll be replaying SoulScape several times like I have with the first game and I have no doubt I'll be here in 2-3 years gushing about EndScape just like I am right now.

Once again, thank you for creating these games. Now go grab a slice of cake, watch your favourite movie, put an album you love on blast... whatever it is that you do to treat yourself. You've all earned it.

[daesungindistress]

Been awhile since I posted about Chickbang! Here’s the whole gang! It isn’t often that I can catch them together in one photo. This one was taken about two weeks ago, so already they look a little different because yep! They’re still growing. 18 - 20 weeks old. No eggs yet. It could be any day now or we could have months to go. Who will be the first? I suspect Dae or VIP. We’ll see!

Putting the rest behind a cut 🐔

The pecking order in Chickbang is still a little unclear to me, but I think it goes something like this. From top to bottom: GD, Tabi, Bae, VIP, BB, CL, Dae, Gwisun

Fortunately, Dae doesn’t bully Gwisun quite like she used to. Just a quick peck here and there. It sends Gwisun running, sure, but she doesn’t seem too flustered. In fact, Gwisun has really come into her own recently. Where she used to be a wallflower, now she’s quite feisty and runs circles around the rest. Still the smallest of the bunch, but not by much. Here she is having a little skirmish with GD:

Tabi has become pretty bossy and I think of her as the Head Hen. She’s a bit mean toward Dae, who is consistently last out of the coop each morning, seeming afraid. They do alright while inside the run, but when I let them out in the yard where there’s more space, Tabi likes to chase Dae all over the place. For fun? Maybe she just likes to watch her run. It isn’t very nice of her, but I can’t help laughing... because isn’t that so ToDae? The chasing, I mean.

And again...

Can’t stop won’t stop...

Sneak attack!

So yeah! Here are some recent pics. First, Tabi, the inquisitive and friendly:

Dae, who also likes to join me on my chair. But she might just be trying to get away from the others: 

Little Gwisun looking so stylish now that her crest is filling out! I recently noticed she has little heart shapes on a few of her feathertips:

CL, who is rather aloof these days:

VIP looking... very grouchy under those bushy brows. She’s super easy-going though. Hey, look, her feathers have little hearts too!

Here’s Bae photobombing a shoot I was having with GD. That’s nothing new. She’s always putting herself in front of the camera when I’m on the ground trying take pics...

As for BB... Had some problems with BB recently. One morning she didn’t come out of the coop with the others -- highly unusual. She wouldn’t move, just sat inside on the roost all day long. When I let them out into the yard that evening, she followed them, but did so slowly. She was lethargic and picking at grass half-heartedly. Kept herself away from the others with eyes closed, and it seemed all she wanted to do was sleep. Definitely not normal, healthy chicken behavior. I was worried I might lose her.

I looked her over but didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. Put her in a dog crate and brought her inside the house to a dark, quiet room where she could be calm and comfortable. Where she could rest and (I hoped) recover. Rather than expend energy keeping up the appearance of being well around the rest of the flock (sick chickens get picked on). Throughout the first day, every time I checked on her she was either asleep or on the verge of it. Here she is falling asleep with her head in her food bowl:

Burying her head in the towel bedding...

I offered her various foods that she and the other chickens have devoured before... but she wasn’t interested. Bought a liquid vitamin supplement for poultry and tried giving her that with a dropper. Well, it must have tasted awful because she wasn’t too tired to resist that, and together we made a mess, lol, but I got some of it in her. Finally, I gave her the yolk from a boiled egg -- a good, nutritious food for recovering chickens -- and to my delight, she loved it! She took to it right away, and by the next morning the bowl was empty.

By the end of her second day inside she was back on her feet and cluck-clucking at me quietly when I entered the room. One time I opened the crate door and she tried to walk right out! That night I let her rejoin the flock, and within a few days she was back to her old self! Never did figure out what was wrong with her, but here, have a gif of her digging in the dirt the day I let her back outside with the others:

...and enjoying a little dirt bath.

And then there’s GD. Chickbang’s leader sure has filled out nicely:

Look how chesty he is! How tall and upright he stands! How proud his posture is!

“I’m sexy and I know it.”

He reached sexual maturity about two weeks ago and has been trying his very best to have his wicked way with the ladies... with, uh, limited success. They haven’t reached laying age yet (shouldn’t be long though!) and want nothing to do with him, lol. He has managed to mount them a few times, but for the most part it’s just him harassing them and grabbing at their necks while they squawk and run away.

His little mating dance is pretty funny though. He drops a wing and walks into it sideways, almost like he’s tripping. Weird? Definitely. But whatever works for chickens...

Beautiful though he may be, I’ve finally decided it’s time. Time to find him a new home. The main reason being his half-bald head. Sadly, the feather picking has been an ongoing problem for months, one I’ve been unable to solve. I’ve tried everything short of separating him from the others -- something I just don’t have the heart to do. It would take at least a month for his crest to grow out enough that they might stop picking at it. Putting the pinless peepers (blinders for chickens) on the rest of the flock, which I hated doing btw, bought him three weeks of new growth. For a while I thought I had found a solution. Then, one afternoon, they went wild on him and picked his head smooth again. Well, nearly.

I’ve given up on trying to regrow his crest. He needs to go somewhere else, to a kinder flock that doesn’t have a history of feather picking. Mine have been doing it to him almost their whole lives. It’s a bad habit I can’t break.

That’s right. GD is being booted out of Chickbang 😔

The other reason is, of course, his constant crowing. It was okay when he only did it a little in the morning and evening, but now he’s LOUD and he crows all day long, every hour of the day, on and on... also any time he hears my voice. Which means I can’t have conversations, not even over the phone, as long as he’s around because he crows incessantly in the background. Not sure what my neighbors think of it, but frankly, it’s getting to me. I keep the chickens close to the house and it’s just not working out. Sorry, bud. You’re gonna need to sing your song elsewhere.

It will be a bit sad to see him go because, yes, I’m attached to him, and he’s easily the most visually interesting (and entertaining) member of the flock. He probably takes up more space on my camera roll than all the others combined! It’s been a lot of fun watching him grow and mature in appearance and behavior, including his teenage terror phase. Also educational in terms of learning how to tell a male apart from the females.

But it’s just been one thing after another with him... and it was never my intent to keep a rooster anyway. Hoping I can find him a good home where he can have a nice (non-abusive) harem to watch over and for whom he can crow his little heart out as often as he likes, loud and proud.

[xnitori]

im goin to universal studios tomorrow can i get a hell yeah but that also mea n s i have to go to bed early bc driving to la is a pain and going to bed early means i cant get my blog done like i ha d w ant e d omf g

[imagine-loki]

Immortal Fear, Chapter 2

TITLE: Immortal Fear CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2 AUTHOR: fandom-and-feminism (nerdyfandomfics) ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki as a vampire with the same powers, raised as the adopted son of a wealthy man until he was turned as an adult. RATING: M (for later content) NOTES/WARNINGS: Minor mention of blood and injury, some angst and swearing.

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I must be out of my mind.

You rolled over in bed once again and tried to get comfortable. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw the gun aimed at you, heard the gunshot that could have, should have killed you. You could have died right then and there, and no one would have known until the next morning. Then, as though your mind came up with its own balm for your anxiety, you saw eyes as cold and deep as glaciers staring down into your own, holding you willingly captive in their gaze. A shy smile, a sharp fang. Remembering it made your heart pick up pace again.

He had shown you such kindness when he walked you to your car, which was still parked outside the bistro down the street and around the corner. He hadn’t made you feel obligated to speak, or even look at him, knowing you were likely still in shock, and as he scanned the streets for anyone else who might harm you, you managed to steal a few glances his way.

The stories about his physical description hadn’t done him justice; Loki was easily well over six feet tall and was the perfect hybrid of skinny and muscular. He had shoulder-length hair as black as the night that he wore brushed back from his face in soft waves. Dressed in black from head to toe, he sported a well-worn black leather jacket with gold studs on the back and shoulders up to the collar, a black t-shirt that had a green snake on the front, black denim bootcut jeans, and black combat boots that were covered in buckles and zippers. On his left wrist was a gold bracelet with a charm on it that you couldn’t identify in the dark.

A punk vampire, you had thought to yourself, and your jitters nearly had you laughing at the thought.

Loki had watched you drive away, and he vanished into the night as soon as your rear lights couldn’t see him anymore. When you drove past his house you could have sworn he was there, peeking out from behind the blackout curtains on the first floor.

You sighed at your fixated brain. You heard Victoria, you chastised yourself. People who associate with him go missing. He was just being nice.

Rolling over again, you reached for the bottle of chewable melatonin you kept on your nightstand and quickly chewed and swallowed two of them, and threw your head back down on your pillow, determined to go to sleep. You decided to count backwards from 200 to bore yourself to the point of sleep, and you reached 117 before you couldn’t think anymore.

When you finally woke up again, your head was buried beneath your pillow and your blanket was kicked to the floor. You had to unstick your cheek from the sheet because you had drooled so much. As your eyes focused you could tell that, judging from how high the sun was in the sky, it was likely closing in on noon. Groaning, you rolled over and picked your phone up off of the nightstand.

11:27 A.M.

11 missed calls

That caught your attention. The only people who ever called you were your mother, Jerry, and Victoria. Sorting through your call history, you saw 7 of those calls were from Victoria, and the rest from Jerry. You decided to call Victoria first.

“Girl, where have you been?!” Vic was frantic over the phone, and you could hear wind in the background; she was driving and talking at the same time. Her accent got thicker as she talked, something you had noticed she did when she was mad or upset. “Everyone’s talkin’ about it. You weren’t answerin’ your phone and people were startin’ to think he’d killed you! Where are you?”

You groaned again. “I’m at home, I just woke up.”

“He didn’t bite you, did he?” The question came out almost like an accusation, and you bristled.

“No, Victoria. He didn’t,” you said flatly, “but he did save my life.”

“He WHAT?!” You heard brakes screeching and someone shouting obscenities at Vic, and she had a few choice words for them as well. “I’m on my way to your place,” she said breathlessly. “You need to tell me everything. And please call Jerry before he has a conniption. He had me on the phone at 7:30 this morning. By the way, remind me to have my phone number taken out of the phone book.” Vic hung up and you ran your hand down your face, trying to clear your head.

You weren’t sure how word had spread like this, since you and Loki were the only ones around last night and the book store didn’t have any security cameras outside, but you did know this was going to be hell to sort out with everyone.

You dialed Jerry’s number and put the phone on speaker. “What the hell happened last night, (Y/N)?” was his greeting. “I leave you alone with the store and, what, kids pelted BBs through the window, and you don’t even tell me?! And what was this I heard about you and the vamp?”

“Jerry -”

“Don’t lie to me, (Y/N).”

You weren’t about to put up with Jerry’s attitude. “Damn it, Jerry! Listen to me! Last night someone came and shot at me with a shotgun and Loki happened to be there, right down the street. He saved my life, then he walked me to my car since I had just closed.” You had to stop yourself from smiling at the recollection.

Jerry processed that information for a few moments. “Why didn’t you call the police?” he demanded. You could practically hear his face getting redder as he yelled. “Or call me? I thought I could trust you.”

“Seriously, Jerry? I guess I was a little, I don’t know, how about shaken? I tell you I got fucking shot at and you’re worried about a few holes in the glass - which your insurance will pay for, by the way, not that you’d know, since you got me to look at the paperwork to renew it my first week there!” Your head started pounding and you massaged your temples. “Look, just call your agent and have them come out, I will call the police station and give them a statement, it’ll be fine.”

“Listen, can you come -”

“Goodbye, Jerry.”

You hung up your phone and slammed it down on the bed next to you. Choosing instead to focus on something else, you went to your bathroom and took care of business in there. You had just finished brushing your teeth when there was an urgent knock on your front door. Victoria burst in when you answered, visibly panicked and reaching for your neck. She turned your head from side to side as she inspected, and looked relieved when she was done.

“Thank god,” she sighed. “No bite marks.”

You rolled your eyes at her. “I told you he didn’t bite me.”

“I had to make sure. So what happened?”

Vic saw herself into the kitchen as you relayed the previous night’s events to her, and by the time you were done she had made you and herself a cup of coffee. You took a grateful sip of it and sat in your overstuffed loveseat, tucking your feet underneath you.

“So how did people know about him anyway?” you asked. “There was no one else around.”

“The bistro has outdoor security cameras,” Vic said simply. “When the owner was watching the footage from last night he called the police, worried that he had, I dunno, hypnotized you or something. The police never came out because the footage showed you driving off without him, but people started to talk, and, well, you know everyone knows me.”

You stared at the carpet, sipping slowly on your coffee as it cooled. “And now everyone’s going to know me,” you groaned.

There he was again, in the corner of your mind. The blue of the swirls in your rug reminded you of his eyes. As you studied the light streaming across the pattern, you wondered if it was true what they said about vampires, that they had to sleep during the day or they’d burn up in the sun. You imagined what Loki would look like out in the daylight, the studs on his jacket shining like jewels, his skin like so much marble. Thinking back to the night before, you remembered the touch of his hand on your cheek, how cold it had been, even in the middle of summer.

Cold as death.

“(Y/N)? Earth to (Y/N).” Victoria spoke a little louder and interrupted your thoughts. “Oh, no you don’t. You have that puppy dog look again.”

“I do not.”

Vic sighed impatiently. “So where does that leave you with him?” she asked, her head tilted sideways. You studied her face, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. Maybe she was starting to come around, since Loki had saved your life.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I’m sure he was just doing the right thing, I mean, he was right down the road and he said he heard them coming. It doesn’t mean he’s going to stalk me or keep watch outside my window.” You laughed into your coffee, and even Vic had to snicker at that.

“You know what I just thought about, (Y/N)?” Victoria frowned, deep in thought. “He didn’t have to do that. I mean… if he was just a dead asshole, he wouldn’t have blinked an eye at you getting shot. Free meal, you know?” You flinched. “But he did. I don’t know how, but he did.”

Neither of you could think of anything to say to that. It had occurred to you while you were trying to get to sleep last night, and it was still at the front of your mind - Loki had said he was bulletproof, but you had noticed that the bullet holes in the storefront glass stopped in a circle around both of you, as if he had held out an invisible shield. It baffled and intrigued you - you had heard rumors before that some vampires had powers or abilities, so maybe Loki did too?

Downing the last of her cup of coffee, Vic stood and came over to where you were sitting. She sighed and shook her head, her dark curls bouncing, and she bent down and kissed the top of your head. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” she said, surprising you with the relief in her voice. “Please make sure you file a police report today, you’d be surprised what you’ll remember when you think about it. I gotta jet, but I’ll call you later, okay?” You nodded and took the mug from her, and she went out the front door, mumbling to herself about garlic perfume.

You yawned and stretched, your stiff muscles protesting your odd sleeping position. It had to be close to or just past noon, which meant it had been 24 hours since you had eaten. Just as you were wondering what would be open for lunch on a Sunday aside from the bistro, which you wanted to avoid at all costs until this whole Loki thing died down, your stomach growled loudly. You knew you didn’t have much to eat at home, and there was no way you were going to brave the bistro, so you decided to choose the lesser of two evils.

No time for lunch, you thought. I’ll just grab some coffee and a pastry at the police station.

…….

Holding one hand over your gurgling stomach - you had to come on the one day the station wasn’t stocked with snacks - you watched the officer sitting in front of you at his desk as he typed out your report in his computer.

“And did you see what kind of car it was?” Officer Davidson asked you for the fifth time, in his droning, monotonous voice that would put the perkiest people to sleep.

You yawned again, shifting your hips in the uncomfortable chair. “No,” you repeated, “I was a bit busy getting shot at.” You were tired of relating the same story, over and over. You had been here at least two hours and you were starving.

“Miss, I know this is frustrating, but we just don’t have much to go on. You don’t remember anything about the car, or the people in it, or anything about the gun except it was a shotgun. Lots of people around here have a shotgun.” Davidson pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Thinking about it more may jog your memory.”

“What about Loki?” you asked, genuinely curious why Davidson hadn’t mentioned him already. “He saw everything, why don’t you let me go get some lunch and then call him tonight?”

Davidson cleared his throat awkwardly. “Well, uh, we can’t use testimony from the undead, miss (Y/N). It’s the law.”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” you groaned. “The only witness, and you won’t take his word. Well that’s just great. And no one calls them ‘undead’ anymore, by the way.”

“If I may be frank,” Davidson said, frowning deeply, “it’s probably a good thing their word is admissible, at least for them, because for one thing, that vamp what wrote that book would probably be arrested if his word could be taken up as a confession. Basilton didn’t write it until that law was passed and he knew he wouldn’t be convicted of murder.”

Maybe it was inadequate caffeine, maybe it was hunger, but his comment made you see red, and you stood up so fast it knocked over the flimsy chair you were sitting on. “The only reason vampires used to kill people was because they’d be hunted if the people they drank from ratted them out,” you spat at him. “They don’t do that anymore and it’s people like you, still perpetuating stupid myths, that keep vampires from being equal members of society. Now if you’re not going to help me, I may as well just go.”

You turned to leave and Officer Davidson grabbed your wrist. “Listen well,” he murmured through his clenched teeth. You tried to pull your arm away but he was stronger than you. “Folks around here like things a certain way. Ain’t no point in goin’ against the flow here. Stay away from Loki or you’ll find your time here to be real difficult, you hear?”

You stared at him, adrenaline emboldening your tone as your heart raced with anger. “Is that a threat?”

Davidson released your wrist and returned to his computer. “That’s a promise. I’ll finish this up and see if any of the businesses around the block had outdoor security cams. Don’t say I can’t do my job.” He looked back up at you with narrowed eyes, and you took a step back. “Remember what I said.”

“Loki saved my life,” you said slowly, emphasizing each word. “You’re lucky you’re dealing with this instead of a murder. If that means nothing to you, I’m not the one with a problem.”

You drove home from the station in a huff, more hungry than before. Still determined to avoid the bistro and the associated drama, you called Victoria and asked her to run to the bistro for you and pick up a sandwich and a drink.

Half an hour later Vic was knocking at your front door, and your jaw dropped when you saw what she brought.

“Which catering company did you rob?” you teased as she brought the armful of trays in and sat them on your dining table. Box after box of every Chinese food you could think of covered the entire surface. “Um, Vic, we can’t eat all of this.”

Victoria waved her hand dismissively. “Child, you never have food in this house. Now go get a plate.” You loved having her in your life - Vic’s unpredictability often meant she was almost always an impulse away from a grand gesture.

It was exactly what you needed, an afternoon of girl time to decompress and talk about meaningless things. Apparently Vic was fending off a lot of nosy people asking about the bistro footage, and had kept them from hounding you all day. Once again you wondered how in the world you could have gotten on in this town without her. The one thing you wanted to talk about, you avoided, knowing it was a bad idea to bring him up.

“I can’t believe Davidson mouthed off at you like that,” Vic said around a mouthful of sesame chicken. She had gotten food all over her white tank top - the one she wore to show off her summer tan that she really didn’t need with her gorgeous amber-brown skin - and she decided to just take it off in the middle of talking so she was in her jogging bra. “That’s better. Anyway, he’s an ass. Most of the time the cops around here don’t know which end is up. I bet he would have arrested you for arguing with him if he could’ve gotten away with it.”

“You’re probably right,” you agreed. “It doesn’t matter, he said he’d take care of it. I don’t think he’ll bother Loki since he said the word of a vampire is legally meaningless.” You looked up at Vic and she had her eyebrow raised at you again. “What?”

“Nothing, I just hear you talking about him a lot, is all.”

“He did save my -”

“Save your life, I know. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful he did.”

You stirred your teriyaki shrimp and vegetables with the rice in your bowl. You weren’t sure why you felt so defensive of Loki all of a sudden; it wasn’t like you knew him as a person. Victoria seemed to be riding the fence when it came to him now, and saving you was certainly a huge plus in his favor. But the prospect of actually seeing him again made your stomach flip. You would be lying to yourself if you believed it was entirely because you were afraid of him.

“You like him, don’t you?” Vic’s voice was soft, not sad or accusational, but surprised.

You met her dark brown eyes and all you could think of was Loki’s blue ones. “I don’t know,” you said honestly. “Maybe it’s the fact that he - you know. Maybe it’s because he’s…”

“Insanely hot?”

You laughed. “I thought you wanted me to stay away from him!”

“Hey, I may be wary, but I ain’t blind. I’ve seen him before, and yeah, I guess I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed if he crawled in it. In other words, I wouldn’t let him out once he got in, if he was human.” Vic laughed so hard she snorted, which made you laugh along with her.

“In all seriousness, though,” Vic continued, “just be careful - whatever you do. I can’t make you stay away from him if you don’t want to. I’d be a fuckin’ hypocrite if I tried. I see the spark in your eyes. I may not have known you long, but I  know you well enough to know that once you have your mind made up about something there’s no changing it. I just don’t want to see you get hurt. Vampires can be dangerous. Some out there only see us as refrigerators for their next meal.”

You set your bowl on the coffee table in front of you and looked out the window. It was evening but it was still a few hours away from sunset. You knew Victoria had a point but curiosity and plain old hormones were getting the better of your sense. “I was thinking I might go see him tonight, just to thank him for yesterday,” you mumbled, distracted. “I mean, it feels impolite not to.”

Victoria was silent for a moment before she replied, her tone tentative and maternal. “Want me to go with you?”

Your heart skipped as you imagined Loki answering the front door of his huge house, all tall and imposing, and you realized you didn’t want Vic to be there to see the way you were probably going to react to him.

“I think I’ll be okay,” you said with mock confidence. “I’m just going to pop over there for a minute.”

“Well, I’m gonna put the rest of this food in the fridge for you. Please go to the store in the next couple of days, girl.” Victoria winked at you and rose from the chair, slinging her white shirt over her shoulder.

“Why do I need to do that when you bring me enough food for an army every time I run out?” you teased.

When Victoria finally left, after insisting you call her when you got home regardless of what time it was, it was right at 6 in the evening, and you were starting to feel tired from all the Chinese food you ate. You took the dirty dishes to the kitchen and washed them, thinking all the while about what you would say to Loki when you saw him. Would he want to see you again? You chewed on your lip as you thought of the possibility that Loki had done what he felt like he had to do and didn’t want anything else to do with you. Would he slam the door in your face? Would he answer the door at all?   Sunset was still a good three hours away, and you didn’t want to sit around waiting, so once you were done you decided to go out walking toward Loki’s house. Armed with your taser and dressed in comfortable jean shorts and a racerback tank top, you set off.

Loki only lived about a mile from your house so you kept your pace slow, taking in the scenery you normally drove past too quickly to really see. You had music playing on your phone, which was tucked in your pocket, and it was nice to have some time to yourself after such a busy and hectic day. You even stopped for a while to sit on a bench and gather your nerve, trying to think of every possible scenario and how to react, but all it did was make you nervous all over again. Just as the first colors of dusk touched the sky, you started walking again, and it was fully dark by the time you reached Loki’s property. You were so distracted by your thoughts that you tripped over a hole in the sidewalk and scraped your knees and palms trying to catch your fall.

Oh, this is just fucking great, you swore at yourself, wincing as you wiped the rocks and dirt out of the scrapes. I’m going to a vampire’s house covered in my own blood. Vic would drag me back home by my ears if she was here.

With a slight limp, keeping your hands clasped in front of you, you headed up the walkway to Loki’s house. The large manor was surrounded by several acres of neglected brown lawn that probably hadn’t seen a mower this century and had dried out a long time ago. A few old rose bushes, some red and some pink, were growing beneath the first floor windows, their branches tangling together into one snarled plant. You imagined the house had once been white, when it was kept pristine, and in the continual humidity and relatively extreme temperatures with no maintenance the paint was starting to peel. Most people had accused Loki of being lazy or arrogant for not taking care of his property by himself, but you saw the deeper side. What’s the point of keeping up appearances, you thought, when no one cares enough to look? Your heart pounded in your ears as you approached his front door. Knees shaking, hands trembling, your mind a frozen wreck, you nearly considered turning back and going home for the hundredth time. You forced yourself to raise your arm and knock three times, and held your breath as you waited for an answer.

After what seemed like an eternity you heard several different locks unlatch on the other side of the door, and the knob turned, the door opening a few inches to reveal Loki’s curious face. He smiled when he saw it was you, and opened the door wider. He was wearing the same outfit he had worn the night before, except his t-shirt was now a plain white, form-fitting muscle shirt. Your heart lodged itself in your throat and the words you were preparing yourself to say evaporated the instant you met his eyes.  

You could stare at those eyes all night.

“You’re still alive, I see,” Loki teased, his tongue playing with one of his fangs. His warm, elegant voice slid down your spine and pooled in your belly. Loki’s nostrils flared and his smile faded as his eyes went down to your bloody knees. “What happened?” he asked with genuine concern. He peered over your shoulder and scanned the street. “Did someone try to hurt you again?”

You laughed, your cheeks flushing an embarrassingly deep pink. “No, I, uh -” You sighed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I… tripped on a hole in the sidewalk.” It sounded stupid when you said it but Loki didn’t look like he was going to make fun of you. Centuries-old manners, you supposed.

“Come in,” he offered, stepping away from the threshold to give you room. “I can take care of that for you.”

This is it, you thought, fairly sure your heart had skipped past ‘racing’ and went straight to ‘humming’. Loki’s hand found the small of your back as you passed him, the contact sending a jolt of surprise through you when you felt how cold it was, even through your shirt. You stopped in the foyer with your mouth hanging open, momentarily stunned by the interior of the house. As unkempt as the outside was, the inside was like something out of an edgy interior decorating magazine. Spotless mint green paint covered the walls, with black moulding, dark brown wood on the floor, and gold light fixtures. You could see the living room to the left, and the blackout curtains in the windows that kept the room completely devoid of any outside light.

“This is beautiful,” you breathed, and Loki smiled softly at your compliment.

“Come,” Loki said, gesturing grandly toward a sitting room to the right of the front door. You noted with curiosity that there were no windows in this room, just an ornate jeweled chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He led you over to a black leather couch and motioned for you to sit down. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t tell anyone I could do this,” he murmured, and took  your hands in his after he sat down next to you. Loki pursed his lips and seemed to hold his breath, and he closed his eyes, holding one of your hands in both of his. They felt so soft, despite feeling like he had soaked them in ice, and they swallowed yours in their size. After a moment you felt a tingling, slightly itchy sensation in your palm, and when you looked down you saw a green light coming from Loki’s hands.

“There,” Loki said proudly, and you inspected your now-healed palm. You gasped and turned your hand over, trying to let your disbelieving mind catch up while he worked on your other hand.

“How did you do that?” you asked, completely in awe. You had never heard this particular rumor about Loki.

A smile tugged the corners of his mouth up slightly. “It’s just something I’ve been able to do since I was… well, turned,” he explained gently, as though he feared you were going to run away. “I can do minor wounds, like cuts and, as you can see, scrapes. I can also heal…” He stared into your eyes, and you were drawn in, hanging on to every word. Your lips parted and you swallowed hard as you waited for him to continue.

“Bite wounds.”

You blinked and Loki looked away, visibly embarrassed by what he said. “That’s amazing,” you assured him, surprising yourself when your words began to come more easily. “I can imagine how hard it must be to keep it to yourself, to live in a place like this. To have to hide who you are.”

“Yes,” Loki said quietly. “Sometimes I wonder whether I would prefer if mortals didn’t know we existed.” You saw him fidgeting with his fingers, so you reached over and placed one of your hands on his. He cleared his throat and rose to his feet. “Why don’t I get your knees now?” he offered.

The sudden change of subject had you thrown. “Oh, uh, sure,” you stammered. “What do I need to do?”

“Just sit there, I’ll kneel on the floor.”

Oh.

Loki folded his long legs and lowered himself to the rug in front of you, his knees resting between your feet. You suddenly found it hard to swallow, and you breathed slowly to try to control your trembling legs as his hands got closer to you. You could smell him again, a scent you had picked up the night before but were too scared to notice it - a dizzying combination of leather and an earthy, spicy cologne or aftershave. It gave you chills as it filled your senses. Instinctively you jumped when one of his hands circled around to the back of your knee, his thumb brushing the bottom of your thigh, and his other hand closed over your bleeding kneecap. Loki was leaned over your leg, focusing intently as he worked, and you were so focused on him that you barely felt the tingling. You gasped when the hand on the back of your knee slid higher, inches from the bottom of your shorts, and just as quickly as he had moved it, he switched to your other knee, thankfully without looking at your face.

Once he was finished, Loki smiled, staring at your knee with pride. “It felt good to do that,” he admitted, and gazed up at you, his fangs shining in the light of the antique chandelier on the ceiling.

Head warred with heart inside of you, and your heart won. You leaned forward slowly, your eyes locked on Loki’s, and held your breath as you waited to see if he would move. Your hands covered Loki’s, your head tilted to the right, and your lips were suddenly less than an inch from his. You could breathe him in, the very air from his lungs as cold as his skin.

The tinkling of broken glass broke your concentration, and Loki leapt to his feet, his eyes widening in panic as a brown glass bottle with a burning cloth in its neck soared through his living room and shattered on the wooden floor, scattering liquid and spreading flames with it.

“GO!” Loki shouted at you, but before you could move the fire quickly spread into the foyer, blocking the front door and consuming the rug in front of it.

[avalancheobsessed]

Special Pt 3 - Tyson Jost

A/N: I promised a part this week so here it is! It is a lot longer than I expected it to be, and I had to cut my original plan into two parts cause it would’ve been insanely long. The next part will probably be a lot shorter than this but we’ll see!

WC: 7868

Warnings: A lot more cussing and some slight harassment (I guess that’s what you’d 

[Part One] [Part Two]

Christmas Day

You woke up way too early. Even though it was Christmas, waking up at 5 AM is just ridiculous when you're almost 20. Sure when you were 8 you would unintentionally wake up at 4:30, but come on, you were 8. You don't even get the Christmas excitement anymore, so you have no idea why your stomach is in knots. You groan and roll over, grabbing your phone blindly. When you turn it on the screen is so bright you have to squint your eyes so you can turn down the brightness. You sit up against your wall of pillows, pulling your fuzzy blanket up to your chin, the air in the room was frigid, and you hoped the heaters would kick on soon. When your eyes can finally stay open without feeling all dry and heavy, you read the surprising amount of notifications on your phone. There's a couple of texts from your friends back in St. Albert, freaking out about some guy. Wait- no. Not just some guy. You fail twice to unlock your phone until you finally stop rushing to type in the passcode. Faster than the Flash, you open up your messages and read through the late night conversation you don't remember having. 

'(Y/N): Guys! Guess what!'

'Abby: Girl, what now?'

'Olivia: WHAT!'

'Leah: Chicken butt!'

'(Y/N): No Leah. Not chicken butt'

'Leah: Fiiiiine. What?'

'(Y/N): I'm hanging out with Tyson tomorrow!'

'Abby: SHE GOT A GUY GUYS!!!'

'Olivia: YES I TOLD YOU YOU'D FIND SOMEONE!'

'(Y/N): What? No! I just said we were HANGING OUT!'

'Leah: Same difference'

'Abby: Leah, I don't think that's right?'

'Leah: Oh whatever. Still. Hanging out basically means a date.'

'(Y/N): You guys are ridiculous. They are not the same thing.'

'Olivia: Oh really? Cause Justin asked me to hang out and next thing you know we are making out.'

'(Y/N): OLIVE I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT'

'Olivia: YES YOU DID! NOW ACCEPT MY ADVICE'

'Abby: Wait, Tyson as in...TYSON JOST?!'

'(Y/N): Yes you numbskull. Tyson Jost'

'Leah: GUYS SHE'S FREAKING CINDERELLA SHE GOT THE PRINCE!'

'(Y/N): I AM NOT CINDERELLA!'

'Olivia: YOU ARE CINDERELLA'

'(Y/N): NO I AM NOT'

'Abby, Olivia and Leah: YES YOU ARE'

'(Y/N): I am so done with you guys gn'

'Olivia: I bet she's tomato faced right now.'

'Leah: Of course she is!'

'Abby: Don't worry (Y/N). You're only madly in love with someone that you are "hanging out" with tomorrow'

'Leah: I think she turned her phone off'

'Olivia: She probably just can't handle the truth'

'Abby: Truth?'

'Olivia: THAT SHE IS CINDERELLA AND SHE HAS FINALLY MET HER PRINCE AND THAT I AM RIGHT'

'Leah: Olive, chill'

'Olivia: I CAN'T CHILL MY BB FOUND HER BB'

'Abby: (Y/N) is just gonna love these texts when she wakes up. Good night guys'

'Leah and Olivia: Night Abs'

Oh. That conversation. Now you remember telling your best friends from college that you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), is gonna be hanging out with NHL player Tyson Jost. Wait. You are hanging out with Tyson Jost. Today. You are- Oh my god. Your stomach knots even more. That's why you are awake at 5 in the flipping morning. The nerves you were already getting made bile rise in your throat. You can't believe you didn't remember that you were gonna hang out with Tyson today. Were your friends right though? Is hanging out the same thing as a date? No. You two confirmed that it wasn't, so there's no way it could be a date. Ugh. You shake your head and throw your blanket off your body, suddenly getting hot all over. The air feels crisp against your (Y/S/C) skin  as you set your phone back down and run a hand through your hair. Deciding to take a shower to clear your head, you make your way over to the bathroom with frozen feet, tossing the clothes you slept in on the floor. You turn the dial to hot and step in, letting the refreshing water run over your tight muscles and wake you up. A sigh escapes your lips when the water splashes you in the face and you pull all your hair to one side of your neck. Yes, this is exactly what you needed.

After showering and putting white sweats and a black long sleeve shirt on, you put your (Y/H/C) hair up in a wet bun on the top of your head. Then you grab your laptop and lay back down on your bed, pulling up Netflix. You glance over all the titles before settling on National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. You can't count on your hands how many times you've seen it but you never get tired of the movie. You try to ignore the hunger growing in your stomach because you don't want to go out into the kitchen and risk the potential of waking your dogs who will bark at you and, in turn, wake your parents. Who will be very, very upset that they are awake so early.

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You hear someone else start a shower and take that as your cue to go and start making breakfast. You pull out a couple bowls, measuring cups, a skillet and the ingredients then get started on the pancakes. As you mix everything together in a bowl, you turn on the tv and switch to a Christmas music channel. Then you turn on the stove and start pouring the batter into separate spots with a 1/4 cup. It sizzles to your delight and you keep a close eye to make sure they don't burn. Once they turn a golden brown on both sides, you slip them onto a plate. Then you grease the skillet again and keep pouring the batter.

"Good morning hun," your mom says tiredly, rubbing her eyes. You give her a warm smile before checking the pancakes for the umpteenth time.

"Morning mom," you reply and then flip the pancakes over. She grabs the TV remote and turns the volume up so Santa Baby is blaring through the speakers. You raise your eyebrows at your mom and she shrugs.

"Your dad's up, and he can't go back to sleep now," she grumbles before checking Facebook on her phone. As you repeat your pancake making process, your hips sway with the beat of Santa Baby, and you mouth the words to it. Your mom eyes you before adjusting her phones angle. You stick your tongue out, assuming she's recording a video and then start belting the words. She laughs silently behind the phone and when you're done dancing and singing like a fool you flip her off. She laughs even harder as she ends the video.

"Such a charmer, (Y/N)," she chirps, poking you in the shoulder.

"I'm cooking your food woman! Don't you dare poke me," you reply with a grin on your face. She pokes you in the other shoulder and then dances away. You roll your eyes and pour the last scoops of batter on to the skillet. While they sizzle you pull out two more plates, syrup and forks. When the last pancakes are done you add them to the pile, which in total is about 20. While cleaning up your mom grabs raspberries and strawberries from the fridge and washes them off. While she cuts up strawberries you sneak a hand into the container of raspberries and grab one before popping it in your mouth. She swats your hand away and glares at you, waving the knife she was using around.

"Watch those hands missy," she threatens playfully. You chuckle at her before sticking your tongue out at her. She sticks hers back at you before you grab her phone and unlock it.

"What are you doing?" she asks, still cutting up strawberries. You open up her photos and send the video she took to yourself.

"I'm sending the video you took to me," you say before turning her phone off and grabbing yours and stuffing it in your sweatpants pocket. You grab a plate and plop 8 pancakes on it. Then you drench them in syrup before adding some strawberries and raspberries. As you sit down at the couch to eat, your phone vibrates.

'Tyson: Merry Christmas!' Tyson texts you with a photo attached of him smilingly proudly at the camera, Kerf dying in the background, and JT with whipped cream all over his face. You laugh at the photo to the point of tears, before sending him the video.

'(Y/N): Merry Christmas! My mom took this this morning'

You wait a bit as he watches the video.

'Tyson: It's a glorious video'

'(Y/N): Why thank you!'

'Tyson: Hey, how about we meet at 2?'

Your heart skips a beat and you forget all about the delicious food in front of you.

'(Y/N): 2 sounds great! Where exactly are we meeting though?'

He texts you the address of the Starbucks he wants to go to and you know exactly where that is. You went there every week in high school to play Cards Against Humanity with friends and to do the occasional studying. You gobble down your food, savoring the fruit, before putting your plate and fork in the dish washer and running to your room.

"Hey! We've still got presents to open!" Your dad shouts from his room as he hears you run into yours.

"Yeah! I'm aware of that!" You shout back, before grabbing your laptop and bringing it out to your living room. You set it up on the coffee table and open Skype. The loud noise it makes when starting up spooks you and you jump in your seat. Your mom laughs at you from her spot at the dining table and you start laughing with her. You text Austin asking if he wants to skype while opening presents.

'(Y/N): We're about to open presents, you wanna skype?'

'Austin: Jesus (Y/N) it's 8 here.' You glance at the clock on your computer, it's 9 in Colorado.

'(Y/N): Relax you big baby. That isn't even that early.' You send before standing up to get some water. You chug a whole glass before having to fill it up again. When your parents finally get situated and Austin stops whining about the time like a baby, you get a Skype call rolling and start opening up presents. Chloe opens up your presents first and you start crying as she screeches and runs around the room with each piece of gear she gets. You're recording the moment on your computer to show your friends when you go back to college in a couple weeks, and to send to Tyson so he can show Kerf and JT how happy they made her. You rotate opening presents after Chloe opens up every single hockey gear one but you have a hard time sitting still and taking things slow when you know what is happening at 2. Your attention is diverted, however, when you grab the smallest present for you underneath the tree. It's contents feel as light as a feather and make no noise when you shake it. Your mom and dad eye the box and your face before looking back at each other. You glance between them.

"What?" Their heads snap to you and the unopened box that you were no wearily holding in your hand.

"Just open it!" Your mom encourages. You give her a funny look before tearing the wrapping paper with one finger, then you gently open up the box and pull out what's inside. The paper is flimsy and smooth and your jaw drops when you get a good look at it.

"Oh my god!" You screech as you bounce in your seat, waving the four Avalanche tickets in the air, "Tickets! You guys got more tickets!" The smile on your parents' faces were only a quarter the size of yours.

"Not just any tickets (Y/N)," your dad tells you, "Look at the seats." Your eyes scan the tickets wildly. Section 104, Row 1.

"You got glass seats! What!" You exclaim, your stomach bubbling with excitement. You stand up and start running around screaming like Chloe. Austin and Marilynn, Austin's wife, are laughing on the other end while Chloe cocks her head at you.

"Auntie (Y/N)! Are you okay?" She asks, running towards the screen. You sit back down again and smile at her, feeling all giddy inside.

"Yeah Chloe I'm great! I was acting just like you!" You say excitedly, still freaking out internally. Chloe giggles and goes back to her presents.

"Thank you guys. This is awesome!" You hug each of your parents, not letting the tickets go, "It's even cooler I get to invite a friend along." Your parents share a look again.

"What?" Your dad gives you the biggest smile of a lifetime.

"Your mom and I already bought tickets for ourselves. Those four are for you and your friends." He emphasizes the 's'.

"Friends! You mean, I'm bringing three friends to the game?" They both nod their heads and you start bouncing again.

"Thank you guys so much, holy shi-" you look at your computer, "-taki mushrooms!"

The rest of the presents pass in a blur, and you take a nap after throwing away the wrapping paper and putting all your presents away. You wake up later than you wanted to though, sleeping past your 12:00 alarm. You instead wake up at 1:30 and start freaking out when you see the time. You rush around your room, picking out black leggings, a white long sleeve shirt, your military green jacket with fuzz on the inside, a beige beanie, fuzzy socks and of course your tan boots that you can't live without. You jog into your bathroom, brushing your (Y/H/C) hair, and messing with it until it sits just right under the beanie. Then you put some cute stud earrings in. The drive to the Starbucks and the plaza surrounding it is about 25 minutes from your parents house, so you grab the keys, shout bye to your parents and pull out of the driveway as fast as you safely can. On the drive there you plug your phone in and play your favorite songs, trying to calm your racing heart that felt like it was going to burst at any second.

After finally getting your car parked, you half-jog half-walk to the Starbucks. When you open the door, you spot Tyson immediately, just now taking a seat at a booth near a window. He's in what looks like black joggers, a darkish grey button up, a scarf that fades from black to light grey at the ends and a long peacoat with some simple black shoes. His brown hair looks black, and he has a little scruff on his face. You take a couple breaths before walking towards him.

"Hey!" you greet him when you take a seat across from his. He watches you sit down and smiles.

"Hey, did you just get here?" He asks glancing out the window. The Starbucks was pretty vacant, and the plaza was also really empty. You followed his gaze to where two girls were pointing at the two of you. More likely him than you. When they see you both looking at them, one whispers something to the other and they both laugh and walk the other way. You nod even though he isn't watching you.

"Yeah, I just walked through the doors and saw you sitting down." He nods and looks back at you.

"Wanna order something? I'll pay," he offers. You cross your ankles under the table, and rest your chin in your hands with your elbows on the table.

"You don't have to pay. I have money," you say, moving to pull your wallet out of your purse. He shakes his head at you and reaches across the table to stop you from grabbing it.

"No it's fine. You're a college student who has to worry about money every second of your life, I'll pay." This time it doesn't sound like an offer and more like a statement. A fact. You sigh at him, a slight smile on your face. He locks eyes with you, like a little challenge of who will pay. You stay like that for a couple seconds before you lick your lips and move your hands in a movement of surrender.

"Fine," you reply, moving out of your seat. He extends his hand to you and you take it, smiling at him. You stop just a couple feet from the counter, contemplating what you wanted to get. A latte sounded good but not as good as hot chocolate.

"What are you getting?" Tyson whispers in your ear. The hairs on the back of your neck raise as a chill is sent down your body. You clear your throat before answering. "I'm thinking hot chocolate. What about you?" You reply, turning your head to look at him. He gives you a smile. You feel like there is going to be a lot of smiling today.

"I think I'll get hot chocolate too," You elbow him in the ribs and he laughs.

"Copy cat," you say with a grin on your face. He shakes his head and motions for you to step up and order. You shake your head at him and go to the counter, smiling at the barista. He gives you a slight smile back before asking what you want to order. You order two grande hot chocolates, the size Tysons recommendation, and end up getting a cake pop for yourself. Tyson raised his eyebrows when you added it.

"Hey, you said your treat," you explain. He rolls his eyes and smiles at you before paying.

"I did say that. Didn't I?" He takes the cake pop from the barista and acts like he's going to eat the whole thing.

"Don't you dare Tyson. I spent enough time crying this morning, I don't need to cry over a cake pop," you swipe it from his hands and watch as his smile drops and his eyes soften. You silently munch on your cake pop, taking little bits to savor it. You hate how just words can turn his mood upside down but you also find it really cute with how caring he is.

"You were crying this morning?" You nod and he reaches out to grab your hand, "Why were you crying?". You remember watching Chloe's eyes light up and her jaw drop so far you thought for sure it was unhinged. You remember hearing the joy in her voice as she ran around like a little terror with her pads on all wrong and her helmet not even buckled. Your eyes start to water again and Tyson grips your hand tighter.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" His voice drips with worry. The barista calls out Tysons name for the order and he lets go of your hand so you can grab your drink. When you sit back down he has that same worried expression.

"Seriously, (Y/N), are you okay?" You take a sip of your hot chocolate which is just a little too hot, and then smile at him.

"Yes Tyson. I'm fine. I was crying because I was so happy," the worry is erased and replaced with confusion. You giggle and set your drink down before going back to nibbling on your cake pop. His eyebrows crease in the cutest of ways, and you can't help the giant smile plastered on your face.

"You were crying? Because you were happy?" You nod your head, still smiling at him.

"I'm still happy. But yes I was crying because I was happy that my niece can finally play hockey. I got her gear for Christmas and she opened all of it first and ran around my brothers house screaming in joy." You start laughing, remembering the look on Austin and Marilynn’s faces when their daughter would take forever to sit back down and open the next present, just to have the whole thing repeat. Tyson smiles at you, no more worry or confusion on his face. No more concern in his eyes. He takes a sip of his hot chocolate before rearing his head back.s

"Holy shit, that's hot," he laughs as he sets his drink down and licks his lips. You cautiously take the lid off of your cup, letting it cool down faster. Tyson copies your actions and he smiles when he sees you watching him. You stick your tongue out, "Copy cat." He sticks his tongue out at you before waving his hand over his cup, trying to clear the steam. You blow yours right at him and watch as it rises up to the ceiling right in the middle of you two. You stick your finger in yours and swirl it around before taking it back out and sucking the liquid on your finger. Tyson watches silently, a slight smirk on his face.

You glance at him, "What?" His smirk erupts into a smile as he shakes his head. The two of you sit in silence for a couple minutes before deciding to play twenty questions which, you suck at coming up with deep questions, but Tyson has no limit.

"Have you ever been drunk?" He asks with a look in his eye. He knows you're the same age as him, 19, and that you're turning 20 in a few days. You lower your head and smile sheepishly.

"Once. I was 17 and was having a rough day so I took one of my moms vodka bottles and got drunk up in my room while watching an Avs game." You consciously take a long swig of the last of your hot chocolate, remembering what the vodka tasted like and just how much of it you did drink. It was more than a hazy drunk, it was blackout drunk and you had the worst headache and threw up three times the next day. Your mom still has no clue this happened and she never questioned about the missing vodka bottle. You honestly never plan to tell her until you're like, 40.

Tyson nods his head as he finishes off his hot chocolate as well, "You got one more for me?" You rest your chin in your hands and try to think of a good question to top it all off. Have you ever done drugs was alright, alcohol was eh, but you wanted something deep.

"What firsts have you had in a relationship?" You feel a swell of pride in your chest at coming up with a generally decent question for once and watch as his eyes go wide. You wonder for a second if that question went too deep and started to freak out inside. Your mind went in a million different directions with what was going through his mind, when you noticed him smiling at you. Do you have something on your face? You raise your hand to wipe your face when he starts talking.

"No first kisses, no first time, but...one first date." Now it was your turn for your eyes to widen. Someone as adorable, lovable and childish as him has only been on one date? What! Even then, you still feel a slight pain in your chest, knowing that he did love another girl at some point and that it wasn't you. Hell, you don't even know if he loves you now or even thinks of you in the same way you think of him. Yet, maybe what you thought was crush, wasn't the type that turned in a relationship. Maybe it's just one of those...celebrity crushes? Or a deep admiration and love for someone in a platonic way? It's a weird way of putting it because you've definitely had nonplatonic thoughts about him. Your cheeks start to burn at the thought of those nonplatonic thoughts.

"Who was the lucky girl?" you finally ask. He makes a 'tsk' sound and slides out of his seat.

"That was your last question, unless you want another?" He looks at you with a challenge in his eyes, and you've never been known to back down from a challenge. You shrug your shoulders, "Shoot." An evil glint shines in his eyes and you immediately start regretting your decision.

"What thoughts have you had about me?" He asks, his voice deep, like scary deep. Serial killer deep. You swallow and it feels like you're choking on air. He didn't have to ask if you had thoughts about him, it was pretty obvious that you did. You look him in the eyes and bite your lower lip, knowing that if you answer, it will lead to something very, very bad.

"Never mind. You win." You get out of your seat and toss your cup and cake pop stick in the trash can, hurrying out the door so you can feel the cool air on your burning hot cheeks. Your eyes close as you take in the crisp air with a deep breath, chilling every bone in your body and every nerve on fire. You hear the door open quickly behind you, and a presence stops at your side.

"There's an outdoor ice rink a couple stores down. You wanna go skate?" You open your eyes and look up at him. His brown eyes that change hue with the light looked like they had stars in them. They were dancing around from store to store, person to person, before they looked down at you.

"I'm not a very good skater," You warn.

"That's okay. That's why I'm here," he reassures with a smile on his face. You can't help but smile back at him and he holds his arm out for you. You link your arm with his and let him lead you to the rink.

When you get to the rink, you go up to the counter and rent skates, Tyson paying yet again. He continues to tell you that it's fine, that he doesn't mind and you try to let yourself relax about it. After you get your skates you take off your boots and slip them on. Thankfully, Tyson made sure you got hockey skates, not those skates with the toe pick. Unfortunately, Tyson made sure you got hockey skates, which are a pain in the ass to tie. You fumble with the laces for a fifth time before letting them drop, releasing a frustrated sigh.

"You want some help?" You look sideways at Tyson and groan.

"Yeah. These things are evil," you reply, flicking one of the laces. Tyson laughs and kneels in front of you, tying the skates up faster than you could tie your shoes. When he's done he stands up and offers his hand. You take it, and use his help to stand up without falling back down. You've skated before, it's just been a while and you know you will fall more times than any player on any team combined will in a season. Basically, you're gonna fall. A lot.

He gets on the ice first, before turning around and offering both of his hands to help you. You gratefully take them both before taking a tentative step onto the ice. Once both feet are on, you gently push off with one foot, getting a feel for the ice below you. Tyson let's go of one of your hands and holds your right with his right hand, and places his left on the small of your back, trying to help you keep stability. After getting his help on getting your balance, you let go of his hand and push off a little harder. When you go a little faster and don't fall you turn around and smile. He catches up to you quickly, and slows to stay at your side. You push off again, and then maintain that speed. He speeds ahead of you and turns around so he can watch you while skating backwards. You try to go a little faster but jerk forward. Tyson stops and starts racing over to you when he sees you starting to lose balance.

"Oh shoot, Tyson!" You call out as your skates slip out from under you. You close your eyes in preparation for hitting the hard, cold ice, but are shocked when nothing comes.

"Woah, easy there darling," a different set of hands grab your waist and even though they keep you from hitting the ice, you're repulsed by them. You take a look at the man and he gives you a cocky smile. "Hi there, I'm Charlie. You're welcome," he introduces himself and adds that last bit, obviously annoyed you didn't thank him right away.

"Hi. Thanks. Bye," you say back coldly and skate out of his grip. You move a little slower as Tyson makes his way over to you, fast even though there's only a couple feet between. He looks down at you, making sure you're okay first, before looking back at Charlie. His eyes seem darker, and he wraps an arm around you protectively. You hear Charlie scoff behind your back.

"That's all I get? I kept your sorry ass warm and you can't even thank me? Ain't no one goin' to love you when you act like that you bitch," Charlie calls out behind you. You turn quick on the skates, surprisingly not falling. Tyson keeps his arm around you and holds you a little tighter, either worried you'll fall again or worried that you will rip this guys head off. You narrow your eyes, hoping you could do the latter.

"I didn't ask for your grubby paws on my hips. I didn't ask for you to keep me from falling. I didn't ask for your help. I asked for his," you say pointing at Tyson, "So fuck off you asshole." You watch as his jaw drops and his face turns tomato red with anger. He starts power striding towards you but Tyson puts his big body in between you and him.

"Back off. Unless you want to be the one on the ice." You're too pissed off to feel happy about Tyson threatening him if he came near you, but you give him a hug once Charlie goes away. He rests his chin on the top of your head before pulling away to inspect you again. "You okay?" He asks and you nod, your arms still wrapped around him.

"Yeah I'm good. Thank you Tyson." You hear another scoff and turn  back around to see Charlie eavesdropping. You flip him off and his face goes red again. When he looks up and his face drains of any color, you assume Tyson just scared the living shit out of him. You smile at Tyson again before trying to skate again, and he helps you work on skating faster.

After a long time skating you've finally gotten a little bit better. Tyson has taught you how to keep your balance and how to do a hockey stop. You're about to go in to take the skates off when you decide you want pictures. You see someone waiting on the outside of the rink, and Tyson asks them to take some pictures of you two. They take four to be exact. The first one is all nice and candid, you're smiling with a peace sign up on your left hand. Your right arm is linked with Tysons's left, who is also smiling brightly but he keeps his right arm at his side. In the second, you start losing your balance. Your mouth is making an 'o' shape, and your left arm is reaching for anything to keep you balanced. Tyson is still smiling but he's looking at you and his eyebrows are raised. His right hand is reaching for your left. In the third Tyson is smiling the biggest smile ever while he holds you up by your arms and keeps you from falling. In the fourth the two of you are laughing, the corners of your eyes crinkled with your arms still linked. The photographer laughs with you as you thank them for the pictures. After taking the pictures you get your skates off and put your normal shoes back on and decide to walk around the plaza some more. Your legs feel a bit shaky after skating for so long, so Tyson keeps his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you from falling. He sends you the pictures and you go back and forth asking less personal questions like what's your favorite color, favorite dessert, and stuff like that. After walking and talking for a bit, it starts to lightly snow and you stick your tongue out to try and catch snowflakes on it. Tyson watches you and laughs, and then mimics you. You giggle at him and he smiles. He is such a smiley boy. You walk around some more before stumbling into a part of the plaza where there is live music. You take a seat on a bench near the outdoor fireplace, and Tyson sits next to you, draping his arm over your shoulders. You lean into him for warmth, and partly because you love him more than you'd like to admit. The music is peaceful with one guy singing and playing his guitar.

In between songs you whisper to Tyson, "I wish I could go up there and sing." The performer glances up at you and then goes back to preparing.

"Then why don't you?" Tyson whispers back. You feel your whole body freeze at the thought of being up there, with everyone's eyes on you. You used to love performing and you would dance to the songs you would sing and act like you were a pop star on the rise. That all changed though when you were dancing and some guy got close enough to pull you down off stage. You can't forget the embarrassment you felt in your chest afterwards, or how you cried for days because the one thing you saw yourself doing in the future was ruined. You snuggle into his side, trying to hide your rosy red cheeks.

"I have stage fright." It was the simplest way to put it, and it made it easier to get out of performing than going through the whole story and then all the questions about why would you let someone ruin what you love and yada yada yada. You were tired of the questions, so you rarely told anyone that story anymore. Tyson caresses your shoulder with his thumb and he starts humming along with the next song the guy starts performing. Your mind was racing too fast to care for the music, so you listened to the vibrations in Tysons chest from his humming, and his heartbeat. You close your eyes and try to remember the rush you got on stage, the excitement of sharing your talent with thousands of people at once, the joy of hearing the applause at the end of your set. But all you could remember was what it felt like to be violated, what it felt like to be pulled off stage with cameras and lights crowding around you, the complete embarrassment and torture it put you through. It ruined you and when people ask questions, you crack.

Before you know it, the humming stops, the music stops and a cold breeze blows by. You open your eyes and the man performing catches them. He points at  you and motions for you to come up. Up on stage. To sing. You start shaking your head violently, trying to push yourself further away from the stage, from the memories. Tyson places his hand that was once caressing your shoulder, on the back of your neck, and his other on your knee. Your breathing turns into panting, but he catches your eyes and tells you to take deep breaths. Tells you to calm down. He massages the back of your neck with his one hand, and he keeps his eyes locked with yours until you can finally breathe normally again. The performer comes off stage and kneels before you.

"I'm so sorry miss, I didn't know," he says sincerely. You nod and close your eyes, taking a couple more deep breaths. Maybe, just maybe, it was time you faced your fears. Maybe it was time to let the past go, and to try again. "You don't have to go up if you don't want to," he continues and you open your eyes, determined more than ever to not let the past write your future.

"No. I do want to go up on stage," you reply with a firm voice. Your eyes meet with Tysons again and you give him a smile, "I should've dealt with this a long time ago," You add with a reassuring smile. When you're up on stage, you begin to feel that rush again, but you also feel the fear of the past repeating itself. Tyson smiles at you and the feeling melts away and for a second, you aren't performing in front of strangers. You're only performing in front of Tyson.

"What would you like to sing miss? It doesn't have to be a Christmas song if you want to sing something different." A smile breaks out on your face, knowing exactly what Christmas song you want to sing.

"No, Christmas songs are great. I definitely want to sing Santa Baby." He nods his head at your request and grabs his guitar before sitting down on his stool and graciously playing the chords. When the first words come out of your mouth, you panic, but as the song continues you embrace what you once chased after. The thrill of singing on stage, the nerves, but also the pride that you felt in your bones afterwards. You catch Tysons eye a lot and he is smiling the entire time, which gives you that streak of confidence to take the mic off the stand and start walking around. You walk off stage in front of the audience, in front of Tyson, and sway with the music. You can't help but smile as you sing, but that smile breaks when someone grabs your hand that was floating behind you, spins you and pulls you close to their body. You keep singing but the joy drains from you. They wink before letting you go and you race back up stage, terrified. Tyson's smile has dimmed a little, probably from seeing you lose the joy, but when he sees you looking at him he smiles brightly and gives you a thumbs up.

"Hurry down the chimney tonight. Hurry, tonight," You finish the song and return the mic as fast as you can with your cold fingers before running to Tyson. He gives you a big hug that you jump into and you hug him tighter than you've ever hugged anyone.

"Awesome job (Y/N). You killed it!" You pull away and he has a giant smile on his face. His joy is contagious and a smile breaks out on your face as well.

"Thanks! That was freaking terrifying though." You raise your hands and watch them shake uncontrollably. Tyson wraps his much larger hands around yours and smiles at you. It's scary how easy it is to talk to each other, like you've been friends for years. Not days. The performer, Josh, comes off stage to praise you, saying you did a fantastic job and that you should come by more often and sing. You thank him and say maybe you will, before you and Tyson depart from the plaza and head for the parking lot. It's a quiet walk but when you reach the rows of cars to say goodbye, Tyson insists that he walks you to yours.

"Thank you for this Tyson. I...I had  a lot of fun," you say once you get to your car. You smile at each other once again.

"Me too (Y/N). I'm glad we could do this," he replies. You aren't sure what to do in this situation, so you hug him and rest your head over his heart to hear it beat once more before you leave. His arms wrap around you in a bear hug, and you love the feeling. You love his warmth and the comfort and security he brings. He calms you but also makes you erratic at the same time. He pulls you just a little bit closer, and wraps his arms just a little tighter thinking you wouldn't notice, but you do and you smile into his chest. You pull away after a couple seconds and get your car keys out.

"Bye Tyson," you say before you walk around to the driver side and unlock the doors. You toss your purse in before getting in yourself, and put your seatbelt on, starting the engine. He stands there watching you as you back out before turning to walk to his car. The whole ride home you feel tipsy. Not tipsy off of alcohol obviously cause you didn't drink any, but tipsy off of Tyson. Or was it how he made you feel that turned everything hazy? You aren't sure but it's a struggle to stay focused on the road while you drive. Thankfully, you make it home safe and sound but the tipsy feeling remains. You enter your parents house and head straight for your room, plopping down ungracefully on your bed. You bring your phone above your face and start scrolling through all of your social media aimlessly. You're looking at your best friend's snowboarding picture on Instagram when your phone vibrates and a text pops up.

'Tyson: I had fun. We should do it again sometime'

Your heart surges in your chest, and your stomach twists. You read it over and over again, purely shocked that he'd text back so soon. So shocked, that you accidentally drop your phone on your face.

"Aw shit. That fuckin' hurt," you mumble, rubbing your cheek where a corner hit. You pick your phone up off of your bed and start typing before you can over-analyze everything.

'(Y/N): I did too. And definitely, just without the creepy dudes'

You press send as fast as you can, not allowing yourself to delete and retype twenty times. You anxiously wait as the three dots pop up, signaling that he's typing. The longer it's there though, you start to wonder if you said the wrong thing, or if he didn't understand something. You feel the panic rising in your throat, your heart is in your stomach and your fingers hover above the letters on the screen. You try to prepare yourself for the worst but his reply surprises you.

'Tyson: Yeah they ruined the fun. I bet I could keep them away from you for good though?'

You can practically see the cocky smirk on his face, the way he tilts his head and narrows his eyes and then starts laughing. You can't help but laugh, feeling slightly nervous. Especially after seeing how he kept Charlie away today.

'(Y/N): That'd be great. But how would you do that?'

'Tyson: Just you wait'

'(Y/N): Oh no'

'Tyson: Don't worry about it'

You give into a little grin, definitely worrying about it. Your phone vibrates again but for Instagram this time. You tap on the notification and drum your fingers on your thigh as you wait for it to load. When it finally loads you see that Tyson tagged you in a post. He posted the third and fourth pictures of you two on the ice, where you were helplessly failing and he saved you. You chuckle at the picture and then laugh even louder when you read the caption.

'Clumsy on the ice but don't worry, I caught her'

You shake your head and bite your lower lip while commenting.

'Oh aren't you just my knight in shining armor?'

You decide to post the first and second pictures, giving people a chance to see them all. It takes you a minute or two to think of a decent caption.

'Balance isn't my forte. Thank god for @josty17'

You set your phone down on the nightstand and pick up a book you've been reading on and off lately. The second you get in a comfortable position and open the book to start reading your phone blows up with notification after notification. You're really confused. You don't know the right amount of people to get your phone vibrating every second. Then realization hits you. Tyson tagged you in a photo and you responded. It's all the Avalanche fans and people who follow Tyson! You close the book, making sure you put the bookmark right where it was before and reach across your bed to grab the constantly vibrating phone. It takes painfully long for it to unlock, and even longer to open Instagram again. But when it does open, your DMs are blowing up, the picture you posted getting way too many comments and likes at once and Instagram taking forever to load your settings to turn off your notifications. You choose not to private your account because you don't really care about what people will say. You've learned to love yourself, and no one on the internet can take that from you. Ever.

You set your phone face down on the nightstand and get yourself settled in your bed again, ready to try and start reading once more. You open your book, take the bookmark out and read a whole paragraph before your mom knocks and then comes in. You sigh, shoving the bookmark back in and dropping the book. She leans against the doorway, a slight smirk on her face.

"What?" You ask, frustrated that you cannot get a second of peace with your neglected book.

"How'd your date go?" She asks, not bothered by the frustration radiating from you.

"Jesus mom, it wasn't a date," you reply rolling your eyes. Why does everyone except you and Tyson think this was a date? Like, what the heck!

"Well, by the smile that was on your face when you came in, it seemed like one. Not to mention you had that...look," her smirk grows and you scoff at her.

"Oh shut up. You're ridiculous. Where's dad?"

"He got called in for an emergency." Your dad is a surgeon at a hospital and he was on call this week and weekend which is why they didn't come visit you in Canada. You definitely weren't mad about it though. Not with what's happening.

"Aw man, that sucks." You hated that your dad was a surgeon. Sure he helped people, but he was always cranky and in a mood and it really messed with your relationship. Especially when a surgery doesn't go well or the patient doesn't make it. He will blame himself for months, even if it wasn't his fault. You're grateful that he is willing to throw everything he has into saving and helping others, but sometimes you're selfish and want your dad back.

"Yeah," there's silence for a moment, "Want to help me make more Christmas cookies?" Your gaze had drifted towards your bedding but your eyes snapped back to your mom.

"Christmas cookies?" you question. Why Christmas cookies? It was Christmas day why do we need more cookies? She nods and you are baffled.

"Why? It's flipping Christmas day mom, why do we need more Christmas cookies?" You wave your arms frantically, trying to figure out what form of logic made your mom want more Christmas cookies.

"I figured we can make some more cookies, and then eat them while we watch movies until we pass out. Since your dad isn't here, and probably will be at the hospital all night, I thought it'd be fun." She says, finally explaining herself. You nod your head at her, cookies and movies did sound good.

"Alright You've got a good point. Let's make some damn Christmas cookies."

[thewhacko-blog]

Fractured: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 That could have gone better. Beast Boy sighed as he made his way down the hall slowly, head hung low and his eyes on his feet. The briefing with Robin about the names Terra'd heard had gone about as well as they'd expected. None of the names were familiar to him, save for Lester Buchinsky, who turned out was another of those costumed crooks, going under the name Electrocutioner. One of his old baddies from Gotham, a mercenary type that got most of his work from heists, hits and the odd bout in the Meta Brawl arena. None of them had taken it as a good sign. It meant that Slade probably wasn't going to be using local muscle any more, not that they were all that surprised considering how much of a joke those HIVE guys were getting to be. He dreaded finding out who else Slade was bringing in if he was willing to hire people from all the way in Gotham City.

 “I'll try calling the Justice League. Maybe they can put some more....names to these names.” Robin had said before he dismissed them. Cyborg had gone up to his room to do some research of his own, Raven to do some meditating, Starfire....to do Starefire-y things. Terra'd gone back to her room, where he was going. There were some things that needed to be said.

 He knew that he wasn't always good with words, wasn't all that bright, but he tried. He tried every day to do his best for Jump City, for the world, for his friends. Now for Terra too, especially here. Right now he was going to do his best to be the greatest...he really, really hoped...boyfriend ever. He took a deep breath as he stopped in front of Terra's room, hesitating before he knocked twice on the door. There was a pause, and then he heard her voice clear as day.

 “Come on in.” Her voice was friendly, sounding a whole lot better than last night when she'd come to him. He took another breath before he opened the door, doing his best to look confident. Terra was on her bed, CNN on in the background. They were still going on about Vandal Savage's trial after his attempted coup in Kasnia, which most of the interviewees were assuming would end in nothing short of a life sentence (For all the good that did in this crazy world.). She smiled at him warmly, then patted a spot on the bed beside her. Beast Boy blushed a dark green shade as he sat down, aware of how close she was to him. He stuttered as he spoke, but he managed to get the words out.

 “I'm glad you stuck with us, Terra. I know...Slade probably fed you some really, really good lies, but it wouldn't have been worth it.” He put his hand over hers for emphasis, squeezing it gently as he offered a warm smile. She smiled back, and squeezed his hand tightly. “I promise, Terra, I'll make sure you know this was the right choice.”

 “I already know it is, BB. You're the best friend I've ever had. You and all the Titans.” Another squeeze of his hand, and the blonde leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder, turning his cheeks an even darker shade. “I can't believe I even considered what he said. Everything he promised...it was so obvious he was just using me, but...I was just so desperate. So...so damn stupid.” He felt her shudder against him, and he felt a new wave of hate for that one-eyed bastard flow through him. He calmed himself when he looked down at Terra. He hesitated for a moment, but eventual leaned down to kiss the top of her head. She seemed to like it, if the nuzzle against his neck was any indication. That helped to alleviate some of the uncertainty in his gut.

 “....Garfield.” He said it quickly, blushing as dark as he could as he looked Terra in the eye. She blinked, looking right back at him. “My name's Garfield.”

 She stared at him for a moment, then, softly at first, she let out a giggle. It was the happiest sound he'd heard out for her since her confession, and it made him smile to hear it. They stared at eachother for a long moment, eyes locked as Beast Boy began to wrap his arms around Terra. When she spoke again, it was soft, but warm and sweet as honey, making his heart skip a beat.

 “I think I'm in love with you, Garfield.”

 Then the geomancer closed the distance between their lips, and Beast Boy became the happiest teenager in the world.

 TTTTT

 They were an impressive bunch, Slade had to admit, as he looked over the conference table and the gathered men seated on both sides of the California Redwood. Six of them in total, all in their costumes, and all looking as intimidating and professional as they did in the newspaper clippings and CNN, Al-Jazeera and Fox newsreels. The armed men he'd posted at the door and at each corner of the room, all dressed in cheap suits and sporting MP5s or Ithaca 37s, were more for show than anything else at this moment. More men flown in from Gotham to replace the incompetent drones he usually employed.

  “Atomic Skull,”

 “Electrocutioner,”

 “Parasite,”

 “Captain Cold,”

 “Shade,”

 “..and Sportsmaster.”

 He droned off the names of all the men, each nodding toward him as he spoke. All flown in from out of state that night, all costing a million and a half, but all so very worth it for the plans he had waiting. The Titans would never know what hit them, even the little traitor. She, he decided, he would finish himself. No...too easy. He'd take the changeling first. Make her watch while he did his bloody work.

 Then he'd deliver the traitor's reward.

 “Each of you is among the best in your field. All accomplished in tending to the superpowered flies in the ointment of  men such as myself. Mr. Luthor himself recommended you personally, Mr. Martin and Mr. Jones.” He nodded to Parasite and Atomic Skull. Both looked pleased to hear it, while he noted Sportsmaster rolling his eyes. “I've spent a great deal of money bringing you all here to Jump City.”

 “Yeah, we know. What's the initial bill? Nine million for jus' us showin' up for the first job?” Electrocutioner. Less tactful than others he'd met, but with the skill to make his involvement worthwhile. Slade turned to the black-and-red-clad mercenary, his good eye narrowed slightly.

 “Correct. Considering the nature of the operation, there was no room to spare on expenditures. You all are here for one single purpose.” At that, the mastermind leaned forward in his chair, bringing his full frame into the light. “The destruction of the Teen Titans, and the securing of the West Coast.”

 That earned a collective mutter from the gathered supers. Parasite was obviously intrigued, but the more conservative of the bunch, Sportsmaster and Electrocutioner especially, seemed hesitant. Shade was the first to speak.

 “So its another frigging world-domination/revenge scheme. I've been there before, Slade. What makes you think you'll do any better than Luthor?” Slade had expected this sort of skepticism, it was why he'd chosen these men for this operation. He had no use for blind idiots anymore. “And even if pull a fast one on the Titans, beat those kids stupid and knock them out of the game forever, what's going to stop the League from coming in and saving the day as usual? Hell, they got Batman's old sidekick calling the shots with those kids. You think he's gonna just stand around and let us beat on him?”

 “The Justice League will not be a concern. As I speak, Green Lantern, Hawkgirl, Flash, and the Martian Manhunter are deployed in another sector of the galaxy. Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman are still occupied with the remnants of the civil war in Kasnia. They will not be in any position to assist the Titans for some time. And when this operation is complete...neither will they be able to rescue the West Cost without endangering the entire population.”

 Most of them seemed placated, though obviously Shade was still looking a bit hesitant. Understandable, given his history.

 “In addition to a hefty deposit into an account of your choosing, you will all be granted comfortable positions of power upon completion of your contracts. Do I still have your interest, gentlemen?”

 There was a long pause. Then, from the far left side of the table, Parasite spoke, a grin on his purple face.

 “I'm in, long as I get a shot at Supes after. Sure you can arrange that.” One by one, the other men added their agreement to Slade's offer. He smiled under his mask.

 This was the start on his road to victory, and the fulfillment of all his dreams.

 TTTTT

 “I can't freakin' believe it!” Gizmo shouted as loudly as he possibly could, hurling something that looked like a miniature car engine at Kid Wykkyd's head. The dark-clothed teen ducked just in time, and the engine dug a rather large hole in the drywall instead. See-More was still trying placate the little turd, as he had been for the last fifteen minutes. It was putting Mammoth on his last straw, and the thought of the burger waiting for him in the fridge was the only thing keeping him from breaking the midget's neck in two right then and there.

 “A year of paying dues to that one-eyed prick and what does he do!? He cuts us loose, just like that!! Says we ain't good enough for him anymore!!!!”

 Things had been going....poorly for the HIVE Five (Four now, who was he kidding), lately. There was the obvious slight from Slade that Gizmo was screaming about, as well as the fact they hadn't had a decent-paying score in months. Hell, they were down to sticking up yayo deals just to pay the landlord. Billy'd gotten pinched  last week, too, and it didn't look like there'd be any getting him out if the rumors about him being transferred to Blackgate were true. Worst of all, Jynx was gone. She'd seen how far south they were going, and she'd quit while she still had some dignity. Last he heard she'd moved East, maybe even as far as Central City to find better work. The giant was convinced now she had the right idea. If they didn't get a decent score in soon, he'd quit and go find her, see if she needed some muscle.

 “Well screw him! We don't need him for work!” Another tirade from Gizmo.

 “Dude, we get it! You're angry, we all are! But you're jus' making the stress worse! We can't focus on a heist if we're all ready to have a stroke over this!” See-More was a nice guy, really, but he had no idea how to deal with Gizmo. There was no reasoning with him when he got like that. Not that Mammoth was in much mood to try and reason with the bald brat anyway. He shook his head in disgust as he opened up the fridge, feeling his mouth begin to water as he eyed the double-cheeseburger. A quick-reheat, and he'd be able to forget his troubles for a couple of minutes...

 The door to their hideout opened, and something rolled into the room. Small, tubular, silver. The others were too engrossed in their argument to notice it roll along toward their feet, stopping a yard away from them. But Mammoth saw it, and he felt a surge of adrenaline course through him.

 “FLASHBANG!”

 Too late.

 No matter how many times he'd been through it in training, how tightly he shut his eyes or cupped his hands over his ears, it still caused him agony and spots to appear before him. Still, he fared better than the others. They were all down, covering their eyes and screaming in pain, if his blurred vision  and half-deafness were to be believed. He turned to the door in time to see the armed men storm in, rifles raised. The first salvo hit Kid Wykkyd square in the chest, sending him into a stuttering dance before he fell to the ground. He didn't move again. Mammoth didn't see any more as he felt a terribly sharp pain rip into his guts, followed by a thunderous boom.

 The giant fell to the ground, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the linoleum. He was on his knees when he heard the footsteps, his hearing coming back in time to hear the screams and gunfire. He looked up into the face a balding, silver-haired middle-aged man in a black duster coat, an  enormous rifle in his hand. Elephant gun. That was how they'd take him down with all his herculean strength and endurance. Professionals.

 “Sorry, kid. Ain't nothin' personal. Boss decided you're a liability after that sour note ya left on. Can't leave nothin' to chance, eh?” He barely heard the thick Gotham accent, his vision starting to fill with blood as he gurgled on the mouthful of coppery liquid.

 Ten seconds later, Mammoth and the HIVE Five were history.

[opepin]

july: week two

10: my body was so sore when i woke up. i was also just so tired and a bit sad. :/ kevin went to work and i slowly started doing work. i did some personal errands and organization but then got into uploading all of the new videos and notifying sultan and phil. i knew i wasn’t feeling too good so i skipped working out today and i didn’t even wear my fitbit because i’ve been so frustrated with my decline in my fitness health so i took a break. i watched some ff-x and then showered before kevin got back home. we ordered fat cat for dinner because i was already hungry at like 6 pm. i ordered their twin filet medallions with fingerling potatoes and asparagus. kevin got their lobster mac. we picked it up and then went back home to eat. my meal was delicious. their bernaise butter is sooo goood. the potatoes and asparagus didn’t look too appealing but they were yummy as well. kevin’s mac didn’t have a lot of cheese in it so i ate a bit too. we food coma’d right into hollow knight and decided not to go grocery shopping until tomorrow.

i just watched kevin play for the rest of the night. i got really snack-y so i ate the rest of the mochi ice cream and two chicken tenders at like 10 pm :/ idk what’s wrong with my body. it’s so out of whack. before sleeping, i did my pt stretches and iced my feet and massaged my legs. my quads, shins, and calves are super sore for some reason. i guess i really shouldn’t wear flats for an extended period of time anymore along with drinking too much. x_x; my body, ugh. kevin i stayed up until like 2 or 3 am. we’re the type of people who definitely need alone time to unwind and couple time to readjust after weekend trips like this one and seeing friends and family again. i don’t know when i’ll get out of this slump. i just feel so lost, uncreative, and uninspired really...

11: my legs were still sore but i planned to work out anyway. i need to get back on my grind or at least ease back into it a bit. we had soup dumplings and zong zi for breakfast. then kevin left for work and i went to look at what i should do for work. i still have a bit more to do but other than that, i will have to catch up with phil tomorrow. it’s rainy for the rest of the week so idk how i will be feeling. i know i need to kick myself in the ass and push myself but i’m just bleh. well, i started finishing up my project and then put chicken in to bake. i ate two thighs because i didn’t make rice LOL and also steamed veggies. mmm. after work, i watched some ff-x and did 30 minutes of intense cardio with jumping. my feet just feel a little stiff but i think i can do jumps again :) ! i made rice right before kevin came back and then we went grocery shopping. it was a quick run. we got back home and unpacked and then ate dinner. i put in more thighs to bake for tomorrow but i ate leftover food for dinner instead. kevin ate a chicken thigh, veggies, and some instant noodles for dinner. 

we looked up where to find a chase bank and at this point, we’re just gonna exchange in stockholm because the only bank closest to MA is in connecticut or new york... kevin went to play dota after digesting. i went to do 30 minutes of abs. i also did laundry kinda late today so i had to wait for our towels to dry until i could shower...which was at like 12 am. i also decided to get off facebook and now i’m looking into just being on instagram solely, but i still have bad feelings about it. hmmm. i was really tired when i was done showering and folding clothes. i went to sleep right away and kevin stayed up playing pubg with peter.

12: every time i wake up and then go back to sleep, i always have weird dreams. hmm. i got up and then ate breakfast and sent kevin off to work. then i tidied up the last bits and pieces of my project while watching some ff-x. today i feel better about myself. i’m trying to get back on track with doing 30 minutes of cardio in the morning and 30 of strength in the afternoon, but it’s weird with working from home and all of that. i’ll figure it out! i feel better than yesterday for sure. i did a bit more work while watching ‘world of dance’ and then after work, i went right into cardio and then took a 10 minute break before i went into doing back workouts. i’ll need to split these up more (morning and evening) but i’m getting there! i showered after my workout and then read my botm in bed until kevin came back from climbing. i also got hungry so i ate english muffins with peanut butter and a chicken tender LOL. i was surprisingly full after a while. then i prepped the ingredients for thai basil beef bowls, mmmm. i ate a bit of that for “real” dinner and then i continued reading for the rest of the night. i iced my feet while finishing up the book, which turned out to be really interesting! i also managed to do my stretches right before sleeping. kevin and i ended up staying up until 1 am. well, it was late for me and not for him yet. i think he stayed up a bit longer working on some code and/or gaming, ahha.

13: i got out of bed and then made hot water and breakfast. then i started work right away because i had a physical therapy appointment today and i wanted to get work done. plus, we moved up standup to 12 pm. after kevin left for work, i did a bit of thinking and research. then i fit in an exercise session before standup. i did a hiit workout today and it made me sweat so much. my feet didn’t feel terrible but i’m still not 100% for jumping daily. we had a quick stand up and then i did a bit more work before showering and heading out to my physical therapy appointment. it was a cooler day in boston. my physical therapy went very well and it was fun picking up marbles with my toes again ahah. bryan said next session is my last and it seems like i’m pretty much all better. before leaving, he said he will have a graduation thing for me? lulz. i also met matt, the co-op, who helped me do some of the exercises. the train took 10 minutes to get there and kept stopping, so i got home later than expected.

i ate right away because i was sooo hungry. then i worked on templates and found a bunch of issues with our thinking :/ ugh. it was frustrating. what made it more frustrating was that masterchef on fox, kept buffering and stopping and telling me that my adobe token pass was expired... so i rq’d and found another stream for the latest episode. i finished a template and then stopped working  because there are issues we need to address before i move on to making more templates... kevin got back home earlier than usual :O we just chilled together until kevin started cooking this blue apron sweet and savory korean rice cake recipe! i did 30 minutes of obliques before cooling off (there was a lot of sweat here too) and looking up the best equipment to take travel photos. i looked into a selfie stick, which i don’t want anymore. i looked into phone lens accessories, which took a while but i’m probably going to buy a telephoto and wide angle lens...but i’m not sure which one yet. i basically researched this until i went to sleep... haha.

the rice cakes were super saucy and delicious. it was a bit too saucy for my taste, and kevin kind of overcooked the rice cakes, but it was still a great first attempt. we’ll definitely be making this again. we cleaned up, showered, and then kevin played hollow knight while i continued researching. i got sleepy at 11 pm tbh, but went to sleep at 12:30 am because i started playing with retrica and snapseed to see how i much editing i could do to a photo to make it “insta-worthy” in my opinion. i think i did a pretty good job! it was getting late so i just put away my phone and went to sleep while kevin gamed in the background, hhaa.

14: kevin made soft-boiled eggs for breakfast today! i had one along with my regular breakfast. mmm. while he was making them, i hopped on the computer and did some prepping for the meeting i was sort of leading today. then i noticed some work i had to backtrack on that i did yesterday -__-” lol i really need to talk to phil at this point. we didn’t get to talk before the meeting but it went pretty well. i explained how i re-created their map and some elements of ux360 and then phil took the reigns and explained more. i did have a few brain farts because i haven’t been using ux360 regularly / normally due to the tutorials and the one pagers. after the meeting, i grabbed some food and then talked to phil about the template challenges i have been experiencing. we got on stand up right after and then we were supposed to loop back, but phil had to talk to a few others on the team and because he’s in california and i’m in boston, he got back to be at 5:30 pm and said we would catch up on monday. lol. well, after stand up, i did work while watching the latest episode of love connection and also catching a good shiny tapu koko with hidden power ice. woot! i took a real quick nap after because i got dizzy from looking back and forth from multiple screens.

i woke up and forced myself to work out LOL. kevin was full when he came back because he ate a lot at happy hour at fitbit. i took my time working out and then showered. i was pretty full still because i had a late lunch. i eventually ate leftover thai basil beef bowl for dinner and just chilled while watching kevin continue completing hollow knight. he’s has almost completed the game! i was going to sleep early but that didn’t happen, haha. i managed to do my pt exercises before sleeping at like 1 am?

15: i think we got out of bed at like 11 am or 12 pm... well, we slept in for sure. haha. while we ate breakfast, we had a small argument about what bonchon location we planned for today. lol, i thought we were driving and he said we agreed on taking the ‘t’ yesterday night...but i don’t remember agreeing on that. LOL. we figured it out and we took the ‘t’ for one stop (there were buses taking us to the quincy center train stop this weekend) and then took it back home because kevin said he would drive instead with the traffic and all LOL. we also wanted to return the baking dishes we got from sur la table. so we went back and got bb and found street parking kind of near copley place... except that i put in copley square in the gps and that is NOT copley place... luckily, it was like a 5 minute walk away. eh heh heh... i also realized we did say we would take the train earlier so i apologized :P we returned the dishes, looked around, and then headed to prudential mall.

we stopped by num pang, a cambodian sandwich place, for a quick snack. their sandwiches are very much like banh mi. it was still delicioussss. we went to warby parker after and i ended up getting the one everyone said i should get. the checkout / ordering process was super quick, and i was out in like 10-15 minutes or so. kevin went to throw out our lemonade and disappeared into eataly when he was supposed to come back to warby parker, lols. i knew that he would stray there though so i knew where to find him after i was done. we explored eataly together tasting bread samples, getting their ninsola dessert, and a cannoli. everything was delicious. we ended up getting a prosciutto baked loaf and nommed on that on our walk back to the car. we didn’t have time for me to get a library card so we skipped that. oh well. later on in the day, i found out that i would need another library card for quincy if i got one in boston. hmmm. so i need to think on that more...

we drove to the bonchon in cambridge. for some reason, harvard square was still poppin’ and we had to circle a bit to find a parking spot. we could only find one for 30 minutes so we ordered our fried chicken to go. kevin went back to the car when time was about up and right after he left, i got the chicken. so we met at the car and then we drove to oh my tea to get some refreshing drinks to go with our fried chicken and seafood tteok bokki. :D we ate while watching the most recent season of ‘izombie’! yay, back to watching tv again~ the spicy wings were spicy af and apparently, the tteok bokki had heat that build. everything was really yummy though~ we had to get up and move around to digest and not fall into a food coma afterward. then we cleaned up and headed to star market to do a bit of grocery shopping.

we bought some meat and fruit because we had a ton of leftover veggies and we would be celebrating kevin’s birthday so we wouldn’t be cooking a lot this week. i restocked on dark chocolate too~ we decided that star market wasn’t as good as roche so we won’t be going there anymore unless there is a good sale ;P we got back, unpacked, and while watching another episode of ‘izombie’, the power went out in the area...LOL. it was a bit creepy. i lit all of my candles and put them in different rooms. we walked around and bummed until the lights went back on. we showered and then finished the episode and went to bed. i think i went to sleep at like 12:30 am? i think i had kevin take off my ice packs for me because i ko’d while they were still on my feet. hehe, thank you. it was a great day spent out with the bear <3 thank you again :)))))

16: i got up at 9am or so and then ate breakfast. i was going to exercise but i felt too tired. i initially woke up because i felt like i needed to get started on cleaning for some reason?? haha. i didn’t do either and instead, i started reading the journey mapping book dave gave me on the first day of work. :O i read two chapters while kevin woke up and brushed his teeth. then we ate leftovers while watching the most recent season of ‘izombie.’ lol we watched for a while. i think we stopped at around 2 pm. then i did an hour of cardio kickboxing and i was sweating sooo much x_x kevin went to game during that time and also shower. i cooled off, went to shower, and then started doing laundry. kevin and i ate more leftovers and watched two more episodes before i started cleaning while he talked to his parents on the phone. we both did our chores at the same time and got them done fairly quickly. i was still cleaning the bathroom while kevin started cooking dinner though, haha. i iced my feet and watched some youtube videos while kevin ate and made guac. i did some hip stretches and my pt exercises before packing for work and then making the bed and going to sleep. i went to sleep at around 11:45 pm. it wasn’t even hard going to sleep because that hour long workout tired me out.