#i think i'll set my alarm early and do it tomorrow

[flatstarcarcosa]

i still have. to send an email. but the problem is that well. you see. i suddenly popped a really bad fever and my brain is mush and my head hurts and i'm so tired.

[daz4i]

sometimes i will be having violent suicidal thoughts and i won't even be too panicked or saddened by them. it's more like "god. this again? shut the fuck up. i already know all that. we think about this multiple times a day. can you calm down? i need to sleep."

[heartfullofleeches]

Hello hello my birthday is tomorrow I was wondering if I could perhaps ask for some birthday hcs with your yandere bee from the cafe? Like how darlings birthday would be celebrated?

[Hope these are to your liking. Writing these reminded me of how much I love Robbie/Honey they're such a trip. Happy birthday, Chief!]

"Happy birthday, Sunny! Congrats on another trip around the sun. I know it's pretty late, but open this one present and I'll let you go back to sleep - kay?"

• Honey is the type of bee to wake you up at the stroke of midnight - excitedly hugging their alarm clock until the second the day technically begins. Every minute should be celebrated in their eyes. They're also the type to start the celebration a few days early - paying for everything you buy that week (they do this anyway, but if you thank them they'll say "Don't thank me - it's for your birthday!), warning folks they'd better be extra nice to you because your "big day" is coming up, taking care of your half of the chores-

• Their first gift to you on your big day is a flower crown (fake flowers if you're allergic) It's a tradition in their family plus they just think you look so cute in one. If using real flowers they waste the time waiting for midnight by weaving the crown then so it's fresh as possible when they put it on you. They have a sash for you too, but they understand if you don't want it.

If it's also the first birthday you're spending together this is likely when Honey gifts you a key to your own apartment in their complex. [Mother gifted them the entire building on their 18th birthday] They could've given it to you before, but then you'd have less of a reason to spend in their home. The cameras they set up in your apartment make up for the nights you want to spend alone.

• It's either a fancy dinner and a homemade cake, or a homemade dinner and a fancy cake. Regardless, you'll be well taken care of as Honey loves cooking/baking in their spare time. It's a struggle for them to make plans - do they spoil you with a night out or make you something from the heart? They might ask for your preference on the matter as best as they can without spoiling too much.

"This totally isn't related to anything I'm doing - but if you had to choose, which would you like more? Me cooking your favorite meal or us going out? No wrong answers, this time!"

• Birthday Kisses - y'know that thing where people punch someone for every year they've been alive? Honey does that, but with smooches for you. They smother you with love all the time, but those kisses are special (mostly because they find it fun to try and sneak kisses)

• At the end of the day, your birthday is as big for them as it for you. It's the day their favorite person came into the world - their sunshine. How can they not spoil you rotten for pulling them out of the depressive state they've been in majority of their life? They're so lucky to have you - and will do anything to prove how much you mean to them.

[writeroutoftime]

tutoring

pairing: carmen berzatto x reader (requested by: @zablife)

summary: culinary school is hard, but luckily carmen is there to help you through

warnings: none

words: 0.9k

a/n: Lee, I'm sorry this took a little while for me to get out, but thank you for sending this my way, it was a lot of fun to write!! I was even searching 'a day in the life of a culinary student' to figure out what it might look like for them, lol! anyway, please enjoy!!

oOoOo

The blare of your alarm was the first thing that greeted you every day at 4:30 in the morning. Feeling as though your hand was made of lead, you reached out from underneath the covers and slapped it off, a groan not too far behind. As much as you longed to slip under the covers for another hour, you knew it was imperative you get to the kitchen and practice long before any of your classmates got there.

Throwing on your uniform, you made the short walk to the school's kitchen and quickly pulled out your cut boarding, knives, and vegetables. You took a moment to catch your breath and began practicing your dicing. It wasn't long before the knife slipped from your hand and you let out a shout, pushing away from the counter.

Tears of frustration welled in your eyes, and you let them fall thinking you were the only one in the cold, industrial kitchen. However, you quickly discovered you were, in fact, not alone when the there was a lot clattering from the other side of the room.

"Shit." someone whispered, obviously trying to hide.

"W-who's there?" you called out, quickly wiping away any evidence of your meltdown.

It took a moment, but a figure emerged from behind one of the refrigerators, raising his hands in faux surrender. "Ah, I'm really sorry, I wasn't trying to spy on your or anything."

You quickly recognized it as Carmen, from your classes, his blue eyes instantly recognizable. "It's okay, Carmen. W-what are you doing here so early?" you asked, trying to keep the attention off of you.

"Haven't been able to sleep." he shrugged. "Figured I'd come down early and set up before first lecture. What are you doing here so early? y/n, right?" he asked, pretending he didn't know your name or that he had recognized you even from behind.

Sheepishly, you glanced to failed dicing. "Just, you know, practicing." Embarrassed to admit to your faults when you had seen Carmen's flawless skills in the kitchen.

There was a long stretch of silence as Carmen looked at you, glanced to your station, and then back to you. "I could, um, you know, help you out." he offered. "Only if you want, and I'm not saying I like know everything or whatever." he quickly amended, looking rather frantic.

A small giggle slipped past your lips, and Carmen decided it was his new favorite sound. "That'd be great." you whispered, smiling your thanks.

"Oh, okay. Cool." Carmen said, almost surprised that you had agreed. "Why don't, uh, why don't you show me what you were doing, and we can see where to go from there."

Nodding, you picked the knife back up and continued to try and dice, trying to ignore Carmen's eyes watching you. No, watching your knife skill, you corrected yourself. Eventually, Carmen cut in with some advice, and continued to help you out. This went on for almost an hour until more students began to trickle in, setting up their stations before lecture.

"Same time tomorrow?" Carmen offered.

"Oh, no, I don't want you to have to get up so early every day. just to help me out, Carmen." you said, not wanting to scare Carmen away.

"I'll be up already, I promise." he said, trying to ease your worries. "And, uh, you can just call me Carmy. You know if you want."

You bit your lip to stop your smile from growing too large. "Okay, then, Carmy."

Carmy's tutoring continued on for the next few weeks. Each time, just after 5 in the morning, just the two of you in the kitchen. As time passed, you found yourself excited for your alarm to go off so you could spend some time with the curly-haired chef.

Slowly, your confidence grew in the kitchen with Carmy by your side. Patient and kind, Carmy always offered constructive criticism, never tiring when you asked him to demonstrate a technique just one more time. And if either of you noticed the way he began to stand closer and closer while watching you - enough you could feel his warm breath on your skin - neither of you said anything. But the conversation was easy and comfortable, and you, nor Carmy, wanted to let this opportunity slip away.

It was one morning, some weeks later, you found yourself with Carmy drinking coffee, instead of practicing. Your skills were nearly on par with Carmen's, and you suggested treating yourselves to coffee instead, just this once.

"So, what made you decide to apply to culinary school?" he asked.

"Cooking was such a huge thing for my family. You did it to show someone you loved them, you cared for them. And I wanted to take that feeling and offering it up to everyone. But no one in my family was a professional, so all the yelling and technical aspects of culinary school can be a bit jarring." you explained. "What about you?"

"Uh, my older brother has a restaurant. I loved watching him cook, too, and I wanted to follow in his footsteps. Show him this is something I can really do." he told you, staring deeply into his coffee cup.

You smiled at the vulnerability in his statement and reached across the table to squeeze his hand. "I'm sure he's so proud of you." you smiled.

Carmy relished the way your hand felt covering his, and opened his mouth to say something, but you pulled away, bashful, and downed the rest of your drink. "Wel, we better get to lecture, huh?" you asked, seeming more nervous than Carmy had seen you in weeks.

He made a mental note to ask you about it after class, and though he didn't know it yet, the day would soon go down as one of his favorites, when you finally kissed him in response to his question.

[actuallyadhd]

Hello, I know you haven't posted in a while so I understand if you don't reply to this, but I could definitely use some advice.

I haven't gotten round to getting tested for ADHD, but I have a lot of the symptoms. I really struggle to sit still, I often blurt things out and interrupt people, I can't seem to remember basically anything, I get way too emotional over small things, and more.

The thing is, these symptoms seem to be getting progressively worse. I will hear something and then completely forget what I heard minutes after, forget what I'm talking about mid conversation, haven't gone to sleep on time because I've been pacing in my room and throwing a bouncy ball and eventually scrolling on my phone in bed because I can't get to sleep, I'm late a lot more than usual (I have to go out tomorrow and I'm hoping I'll get up on time, alarms don't work).

But the biggest thing is this: I keep stopping and starting things. I have loads of sideblogs I haven't posted on for days because I started them with huge passion and then either got bored or forgot about them (or both.) I've been thinking about starting a new ask blog, but at the same time I know I won't come back to it.

Do you have any advice for how to manage this?

Sent August 1, 2024

It sounds like things are cascading, which can be super overwhelming.

I always start with what I call The Big Four: diet, exercise, sleep, and stress. If any one of these is out of whack, everything gets harder. This is true for non-ADHDers as well, but for us it’s more important because of how our brains work.

So, first, think about how you’ve been eating lately. Are you getting enough protein? Brains run on glucose, so carbs are also necessary, but aiming for whole grains and the like is better for long-term functioning. Are you eating *enough*? As in, do you forget to eat meals? Do you snack a lot, and if you do, are you going for quick sugar hits?

Next up is exercise. Regular movement is important. Taking active breaks when you get distracted can help to reset your brain so you can focus again when you come back. Exercise also adds endorphins, which boost your mood and can help increase energy and focus for longer. These effects build up over time, so you won’t see results right away, but if you can make it happen there will be benefits!

As for sleep, you’ve noted that you’re struggling to fall asleep. That’s a really common thing for ADHDers, and we have loads of suggestions here to help. Some of the best ideas I’ve seen include listening to podcasts or watching ASMR videos, white noise machines or a fan, reading a book (not an e-book unless your e-reader doesn’t use blue light), or doing some kind of a puzzle book in bed.

Stress can be really hard to manage, especially if anything else is off since that adds to your stress. The best way to handle this is to have a set time each day where you do something fun and relaxing.

You may find that this doesn’t quite hit the spot. So I have a couple more things to look into.

First, it’s pretty normal for us to run into problems when our responsibilities increase. More responsibility means more load on our executive functions, so things start falling apart a bit as we struggle to find a way to make everything happen. Change is hard!

Second, our age and hormones can have an impact on things. If you menstruate, estrogen levels have a huge impact on functioning. It is a very important part of the brain’s glucose delivery system, so when estrogen is low so is glucose. (There are other ways glucose gets to the brain, estrogen is just the most efficient.)

As for age, when you hit certain ages (early childhood and puberty are best known) your brain makes a ton of new connections, and that can make a lot of things harder that weren’t before. This is because your brain is dedicating itself to other things, and often those “lost” skills return once it’s done with the stage.

So think about all of these things and consider whether one or more might be affecting you. Once you know what’s going on, it will be easier to figure out how to deal with it.

Followers, do you have any ideas for managing these issues? Please share!

-J

[ribb0ngirl]

𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒 ᧔♡᧓

So as seen on my last post I have had a really rough couple of days (weeks), so bad that I'm not going to school tomorrow. So I'm taking this as an opportunity to reset and seriously get it together.

𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔

Wake up at 9:30 - I'm setting an alarm since I don't think I should stay in bed too long due to having have been in bed almost all day today and this isn't too early or too late either

Meditate - I'm going to be following Lavandaire´s 5 Minute Guided Morning Meditation for Positive Energy

Stretch - I'm going to do OppServe's 5min Stretch for a Fit Body, Nice Posture, Body reShaping: A Beginner Routine. WARM UP/ COOL DOWN

Eat a nutrious breakfast

𝑔𝑦𝑚 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒

I'll be going to the gym and be there for around 1h and 30mins since that's what I usually do. I have a very clear routine that's been helping me recently that involves body machines (idk how to say it in english 😭 the machines with weight and stuff), cardio and a simple youtube workout

𝑠𝚑𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒

I'm going to take a body shower and then do some intense skincare since I have a slight breakout

After I will also paint my nails and read the book I'm currently reading (Girl Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen)

𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜𝑜𝑛

Have a nutritious lunch

Catch up on school work

Journal - I haven't journaled in a long time so I'm excited for that, I have lots of inspo on Pinterest

Check emails

I'll go to Starbucks and try their new matcha latte with strawberry cream - I'm doing this to go out more, walk, interact at a more relaxing environment that isn't as inclosed and loud as the gym

𝑛𝑖𝑔𝚑𝑡

Revise one more time if I need to catch up on school

meditate - I'll be doing Lavendaire´s Guided Meditation for Self Love

Have a nutritious dinner

Read some more

Go to bed at around 10:30-11:00PM

𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎

I will do a social media detox

Saying affirmations and practicing manifestation

Reflect

Read the victim document which can be found in jordynbreeloa777 blog

Read self care, LOA and self improvement articles

Reprogramming my mind with affirmations

[rinsuniverse]

Hiii can i request taking care of Jun when he got back from a trip and he’s sick?

[7:02]

moon junhui being a sick baby that you have to care for!

jun is the opposite of jihoon when it comes to relationships, so i hope i captured his personality well!

imagine you're waiting at home by your front door

seventeen was just on tour for awhile and jun missed you so much

he'd constantly be texting you and sending you selfies or pics of his perspective during his trip

he's so clingy, it's physically pains him that he couldn't touch or hug or kiss you for so long

he promises that as soon as he arrives back, he'll go and visit you asap

so you sat there with some meal prepared and some videogames set up for the night his plane was to arrive

you hear some knocks on your door and you open it immediately!

he rushes in, pulling you into a big hug

he's wearing a long trech coat to protect him from the cold, and you reach underneath his coat to wrap your arms tightly around his waist

you both have this competition/inside joke to see who hugs tightest, but he seems weaker than usual, so you let go quicker than usual

"i missed you, junnie. how are you?" you say, closing the front door behind him

as soon as he speaks, you notice something's wrong

"i missed you so much, but i'm great now that i'm here with you-"

"do you have a stuffy nose? your voice sounds nasally and strained."

"what? i'm not-" but he suddenly has a coughing attack

his coughs are very loud and crackly, it makes your eyebrows furrow

you move to take off his jacket for him

"i'm sorry," he says, grabbing the jacket from you and putting it to the side so he can cling onto you

"don't be sorry, silly. i know you like to work really hard, so i'm not surprised you overworked yourself"

"it smells good, did you cook something for me?"

"don't worry about it. i'll pack it for tomorrow because you need some warm stew tonight," you insist

he's smiling so wide

he loves taking care of you, so when you take care of him in return, he swears his heart flutters

jun is the type to not share his emotions, to be honest

if he does, it'd be in a joking way because he doesn't want to make others worry about him

"i'm not sick. i'm just super siiiick like dope and swag and sexy," he says, wanting to see your reaction

you chuckle, rolling your eyes as you waddle around the kitchen, making him the stew with him backhugging you

his chin is resting on your shoulder and whenever he talks, he moves so he's quietly talking in your ear

"you should go lay down or something"

"no, it feels nice like this"

if he's tired or sick, he'll be even more clingy to you, trust me

"you should make it really spicy to clear my sinuses. i'm great with spice."

"yeah, whatever you say."

dont let him see you rolling your eyes pls

you do make it a bit spicy for him

you manage to make him some stew as he clings to you like a koala

you sit down together in the living room in front of the tv and he's pouting when he sees the videogames set up

"you set this all up for us?"

"of course, but you need to rest. we can play tomorrow since you're definitely taking the day off of work, right?"

he nods, obeying easily

"good."

"hmm, my arms are really really tired, you know, y/n?"

"what? did you dance too hard or something?"

"i'm not sure, but i think you might need to feed me."

"really? ((T_T))"

he starts fake crying loudly, coughing a few times, that you try and shut him up by covering his mouth with your hand

you do end up spoon feeding him (and he loves it so much, he's eating that sht up)

after he eats, you manage to get him to stop clinging to you so you can fetch him some medicine for him to take

you take notes on your phone, setting an alarm for the next time he needs a dosage

he listens to you easily because (1) he loves you, and (2) he literally is too tired to refuse

the two of you head to bed early, and you play a movie to try and distract him

poor baby gets a fever as it gets later into the night and you start worrying sick

"jun, there's no way you're okay! your head is steaming hot and you have the chills!"

"don't worry about me, just come hereee, baby"

"jun."

"fine."

you get some rags and some ice water with some alcohol in it to press against his forehead and neck

at the end of the night, as he's slowly falling asleep, he turns to look at you

he moves his hand to caress your cheek "thanks for taking care of me, y/n. this means the world to me."

"of course. be more careful of your health next time, though. but if not, i'll still be here to care for you, okay?"

he moves his hand to be behind your neck, and he pulls you into a quick kiss, giggling to himself as he falls asleep

you end up becoming sick too, but it's fine. you both will end up taking care of each other until you're better 🤍

STREAM PSYCHO BY JUN!!!

i hope you enjoyed this, anon. thank you so much for the request. feel free to request more! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are now open! ς(>‿<.))

[gracegootee]

A Young Plumber's Heart - Chapter 1

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CHAPTER 2 (TOMORROW)

6 am. The sound of the beeping alarm woke Luigi up bright and early. He and Mario were heading out to the cafe to work on planning out their commercial for their plumbing business. The both of them quit their jobs at Wrecking Crew and their lives haven't been more relaxing. No jerk bosses and harsh employees to work around with. Just the joy of helping people in Brooklyn, New York. Of course, they had a website but they needed to get their commercial filmed and out to the world in order to get customers.

Spring has just arrived and their goal was to get this commercial out before the end of the month. 

His older brother, Mario, walked into the kitchen. He had his blue jeans and red sweatshirt on. Luigi, with brown cargo pants and a green sweatshirt.

Mario had the laptop and journals packed in a bag, all ready to go.

"How soon until the van is fixed?" Asked Luigi, putting his shoes on.

"Eh, not until this afternoon." Mario shrugged. "The cafe isn't too far from the apartment and plus the weather is great for a walk."

Luigi laughed. "Yeah, I don't think I can stand another freezing day where it's hard to breathe."

It took the twins at least 15 minutes to get to the cafe and they arrived just as the sun rose.

They both found a seat by the window and set everything up at the table.

"Man," said Mario, admiring the view. "It's been since last fall that we've been here."

Luigi agreed. The cafe had a nice aesthetic vibe to it. Lights hung up around the building wall, plants hung above the windows, and relaxing jazz music.

"Great view, huh?" a female voice said. The brothers turned and saw a girl barista with a pen and paper, ready to take their order.

Luigi's heart dropped when he saw her. She was at least 5'3", had medium-length, wavy brown hair, and beautiful brown eyes, and she wore a long green and white stripe sweatshirt with blue jeans. "I gave them advice on the lights when we were remodeling the place." She glanced at Luigi and looked down at her paper shyly, blushing and smiling, moving her hair from her face. "So, uh, is there anything I can get you two?"

"Just a black coffee, please," Mario said with a thumbs up. He glanced at his brother and cleared his throat.

"Luigi."

Luigi snapped out of it and stammered, rubbing the top of his hair. 'Uh a-a latte with extra vanilla cream, please."

The barista nodded. "Alright, then I'll get those ready for you two." She walked away and looked back at the brothers, mostly Luigi, and went to make their drinks.

Luigi smiled and looked back at his brother, who gave him a teasing look. Mario started to chuckle.

"Lu! What was that?!"

Luigi shrugged. "What was what?"

"I saw that look in your eyes! Do you have a crush on the barista?"

Luigi's face turned red. "She-She's very pretty, yes but..."

It was quiet for a moment until Mario spoke.

"You're afraid she's not going to like you back if you end up asking her out."

Luigi nodded. "I never felt more shy in my life! Just thinking about asking her out for a coffee is making my knees lock!" He buried his face in his arms. Mario put his hand on his little brother's shoulder.

"Hey, if you really want to ask her out," he chuckled, "now's your chance."

Luigi lifted his head up and saw the barista walking to their table with their drinks.

"Here you are."

She gave them their drinks and asked, "Is there anything else I can get you two?"

Luigi glanced at Mario, who was gesturing toward him. Luigi couldn't spit the words out.

"No thanks. I think that'll be it."

The barista smiled. "Alright then, enjoy your morning."

She walked away and Luigi called out. "You as well!"

Mario groaned. "Oh, Lu."

"I don't know why I'm so scared to ask her out, Mario." Luigi sighed. "I don't think I have the guts to ask any girl out."

Mario smiled and opened the laptop. "Don't sweat it, little brother. Come on, let's get this commercial scripted and planned out. Maybe it'll help clear your mind a bit. And hey, I know you have the guts to ask her."

Luigi smiled and nodded.

An hour went by and the two had nailed down half of their script.

Luigi heard the barista's voice behind him.

"How are the drinks?"

"Great, thank you!" Mario replied. Luigi took a deep breath.

Okay, Luigi, you can do this...

Before he could say anything, the barista spoke.

"I couldn't help but notice that you two look like you're working on a project. What is it?"

"Oh! We just opened our plumbing business and the website." said Mario. "We're uh...kinda trying to work on getting our name out there by airing a commercial."

"No way! Really?" the barista said in excitement. "My friend's mom works for the news! I'm sure she could get some word to have your guys' commercial air! Name's Grace by the way!"

"Seriously?! That's awesome!" Luigi called out. "And-uh...this is my older brother Mario and I'm Lu-Luigi." he said shyly.

"Nice to meet you both!" Grace smiled. "Good luck on your business and the commercial!" She walked up to the front counter and was talking to the other baristas.

Now's your chance, Luigi! Luigi said to himself, and cleared his throat.

"I-I'll be right back, Mario."

Mario winked and gave him a thumbs up for good luck.

Luigi took a deep breath and walked up to the front counter.

"G-Grace."

Grace jumped. "Oh! Hey, Luigi."

"H-Hey...I...Uh...I was wondering if you were free to maybe...uh...get some coffee...and...uh..." he started to get embarrassed and he looked down at his shuffling feet. Grace chuckled and her friends smiled.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" Grace smiled. Luigi blushed and nodded shyly.

"I'm free tomorrow morning. My shift isn't until the afternoon."

Luigi smiled and let out a small chuckle. "Oh! Sounds great! Opening time then?"

"Sure!"

"Oh!" Luigi grabbed a pen out of his pocket and wrote his number on a napkin.

"Just in case you want t-to call or...uh..." he backed up as he spoke and bumped into one of the tables and almost tripped. He walked back to the table, blushing even more and told Mario all about it.

"See!" Mario said, high-fiving his little brother. "Told ya you have the guts."

Grace smiled and looked at the number.

"Girl!" one of her friends, Ava said excitedly, clapping her hands. "You got yourself your first date!"

"Okay," Grace laughed. " Ava, the word date might've came out of my mouth but we're just getting coffee."

"Honey," said Ava with her arms crossed, "when a man asks you out for coffee, that's a date. Plus, you're not gonna find a better-looking man than those two at the table. His brother's kinda cute." She went back to work and Grace smiled as she looked back at the number on the napkin. She put the number in her pocket and went back to work.

[necroticblue]

18 / 100 days of productivity

- played dnd for over five hours today

- I think I don't know how to do self studying bc why did i start writing the 450 terms from quizlet into my notebook. that's probably not what the teacher wanted us to do

- failed to wake up early two days in a row but tomorrow is The Day when I won't ignore my alarm at 6:30, i can feel it

- im really tired, I'll probably write my diary and go to sleep

photos:

- notes from the quizlet terms. neverending task that i foolishly cast upon myself

- a tower from the cool dnd dice set

- haul from Tesco and Action. I thought the book's gonna be the actual Judas's evangelium but it's a random novel, I'll bring it to a second-hand book shop tomorrow

- a screenshot (hopefully) from the pdf of the actual gospel of judas with a preface

[maymayandthehog]

OKAY. I GUESS THAT'S FAIR ENOUGH. LOOK, LET ME MAKE ONE THING CLEAR UP FRONT, OK? I'M NOT TRYING TO DO SOME KIND OF BACK DOOR STUNT HERE, LOOKING TO WEASEL INTO A PLACE WHERE I ALREADY KNOW I'M NOT WANTED SO I CAN GET "ACCESS" OR WHATEVER. I'M SO OVER THE WHOLE MESS. I DON'T HAVE "REVENGE ON MY MIND" OR A "COMEBACK TOUR" OR WHATEVER. HAD TIME, BEEN FORCED THROUGH INVOLUNTARY PSYCHIATRIC CONFINEMENT, HAD MY WHOLE HISTORY DOXXED ALL OVER THE INTERNET, ALL THAT JAZZ.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO CIRCLE THE WAGONS. I WANTED TO MOVE ON BUT ONE OF THE BIZILLION UNIVERSAL VARIANTS OF YOUR GRUNKLE JUST CRASHED INTO MY LIVING ROOM, AND HE WANTS TO MAKE A DEAL WITH ME, AND I'M... NEVER MIND. THIS ISN'T YOUR PROBLEM.

(@annoyangle)

Candy, cut the stream.

"What? But we haven't even gotten to the Caps for Capybaras segment yet—"

I said cut the stream!

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She pushed back in her seat, wheels scraping against the floor as they fought desperately against the decade's worth of grime, rust, and sugar that had built up in their axles.

Candy and Grenda exchanged a look. The emails were blind printed in advance in order to provide a truly authentic host reaction. There had always been some level of risk involved in this, and over the years they had received a few oddball questions (typically signed with a cursive double G), but this was the first time they had to kill a stream mid-response.

One of the capybaras chittered to itself. Grenda set a large box of hats down on the table next to it, and gave it a stern shhhh.

"NOT NOW. THE HOST IS THINKING."

Mabel stood, the abrupt movement nearly sending her chair toppling backwards. Clapping her hands together, she turned to face the two, and gave both a slightly strained smile.

"Girls! It's been a long day, right? We've all worked hard. Grenda, you carried all SIX of those capybaras up here on your shoulders! I know my back would be screaming!"

"MY MUSCLES ARE LIKE IRON, BUT EVEN IRON CAN BREAK," Grenda wearily agreed.

"It's important to remember to bend with your knees," said Candy. She looked a bit uncertain. "Perhaps we could take a short rest..."

"Great!" Mabel began folding the print out, and slid the paper into her back pocket. "We have the capybaras until tomorrow morning. Let's meet early and we can hammer out the rest of today's shoot. It wont be a live audience, but, I mean, given our track record, I think our fans will find it in their hearts to forgive us—"

"Oh, ah, of course, but, Mabel—"

"I mean, twelve years and not a single missed episode. I'd say that's pretty good!"

"Yes, it's excellent, but Mabel—"

"And it's not like we didn't save the world or anything! If nothing else, they gotta cut us some slack for that, right?!"

"Mabel!"

"Errr.... yes, Candy?"

"It's okay. We don't have to finish the episode. We are just... worried! The question—it seemed to upset you."

"Oh," Mabel faltered a bit. Her hand hovered briefly over the small, paper rectangle, then dropped at her side. "No, I'm okay. Just... a lot to think about, you know? School's starting Tuesday and I still have soooo much to do... Just your typical pre-class jitters. Every teacher gets 'em!”

“You have never gotten the jitters.”

Mabel circled out from behind the table, so that she could throw an arm around Candy's shoulders and begin steering her towards the door. “Haha, what can I say? You’re looking at a more mature Mabel this year! With age comes anxiety! I guess it’s bad enough that one weird email was enough to throw me off my game. But I'll be better tomorrow, promise."

"Hmm,” hmmed Candy.

"I'll let you take the capybaras home,” Mabel offered, weakly.

"YEAHHH! CAPYBARAS!" Grenda flung her fists into the air. "THEY'RE LIKE BUNNIES THAT YOU CAN RIDE!" She reached down and grabbed one of the rodents by its mid-section, then hauled it up over her shoulders. It squeaked.

Candy turned towards her, alarmed. "Your knees, Grenda! Use your knees!"

As Grenda barreled out of the room and down the creaking stairwell, Candy gave Mabel a final look. "Well, so long as you're sure... I suppose we can finish Sunday." She looked down at the five remaining animals. "And they are very cute."

"They're soooooo cute.”

"Okay. Sunday. What time?"

"Uhhh... I'll text you?"

"Right." For a moment, the ghost of a frown weighed down Candy's features, but dissipated as she seemed to reach a decision. Carefully, she began to usher the rest of the capybaras into the hall. "Okay, capybaras. This way."

"Bye, Candyyyy!"

"Goodbye, Mabel. Let us know if you need to talk. Our ears are always open."

"Yeah..." Mabel waved, still smiling as the lock clicked into place. "I know."

Standing in the now empty attic, Mabel sighed and glanced towards the streaming set up. The light were still on, the boom mic still stood by her seat. She navigated back to the table, bent, and unplugged the powerstrip. The lights shut off.

"Okay, Bill," she said, straightening. "I know you're here. Let's chat."

[ijustwanttoreadfanfiction]

SCREAMING!! That Billy fic was so freaking good, I have to agree with the last person the subtle reassurance he was giving was soooo mf nice.

The “I’ve got you angel.” And “I know I know.”😩

If you’re actually taking requests I would love to see some hurt/comfort where Billy is actually the one comforting reader. An argument gone too far when billy makes a comment he definitely shouldn’t have, causing his girlfriend to start crying. Immediate guilt. I don’t want reader to give into his consoling immediately but…eventually they just cling to him and tell him not to say that ever again. 🫠

Holy crap my first ever request. Thank you so much Anon for not only the prompt but your lovely feedback. I started working on this at 5am this morning and looking over the first draft I went way too hard with Mean!Billy and had to significantly pull it back, because I sure as hell wouldn't have forgiven him. Maybe that's another fic for another time. I hope I did your prompt justice.

Warnings: Explicit language, underage drinking, mean girls.

When The Party's Over.

Billy is in a shitty mood and has been all week, you've tried to get him to talk about what's wrong only to be shot down each time, you even go so far as to ask Max. 

"He's the same douchebag he's always been, maybe you're just noticing it for the first time." She had deadpanned.

You had hoped things would get better at the weekend, neither of you had school or work, his dad and Susan were away, Max was staying with Jane, you could finally spend some time together. 

Billy, it seems, has other ideas.

"Tommy Hagan has a free house tonight." He told you when you turned up at his place early evening on Saturday to find him knee deep in Aramis and Aqua Net.

"Meaning?" You ask perching on the edge of the bed, flipping through one of his many nudie mags, just for something to do. 

"A party." He says obviously, twisting his front curls into definition, eyeing you from the mirror.

"I thought we could maybe spend some time together tonight?" You hated how unsure you sounded, but Billy's attitude the past few days had thrown you for a loop.

"Yeah we can, at the party." He answered absentmindedly, whilst blasting another hairspray related hole in the Ozone layer.

  You had hoped things were looking up on route to Tommy's place, Billy had held your hand the entire drive, and reassured you that you'd do something together tomorrow.

The minute you both stepped foot inside the bustling house however, he dropped your hand instantly, hailing Tommy who was busy setting up multiple kegs.

You followed Billy through the crowd like a lost sheep, being jostled in his wake.

"Hargrove you fucking made it man!" Tommy calls out loutishly, chucking a can of beer at Billy which he catches adeptly, breaking it open and chugging down at an alarming rate.

Billy must have sensed you watching him.

"You want one?" He asks you loudly over the music, taking another two cans.

"No I'm good, I'll get a glass of punch or something." You say, pointing back towards the kitchen, expecting him to follow you but all he does is nod, turning back to continue talking to Tommy.

Ordinarily Billy wouldn't leave you alone at a party for a single second, he would always be touching you in some way; an arm around your shoulders or waist, hand on the small of your back, pulling you down to sit on his lap, pressing heated kisses to your neck.

You try to ignore your building feelings of hurt, reassuring yourself that he just needed to let off steam for a minute.

Carol Perkins and Nicole Smith were by the punch bowl when you got there, you hated them, a walking, talking pair of John Hughes clichés, spoilt and mean.

"Y/n! Oh my god, hi, we were just talking about you!" Carol says in a tone of fake delight as she spots you.

"You were?" You ask in confusion, sipping at your drink.

"Mhm, we think it's so cute how you trail around after Billy, like a little puppy." She simpers, with a malicious little grin. "Especially when everyone else can see that he doesn't want you around." She pulls a mock sad face, Nicola snorts, and you resist the urge to throw the punch in her piggish face.

"Well as ever it's been great talking to you Carol." You say with a sarcastic smile, but her words stung you as turned heel heading back towards Billy, who was doing a keg stand.

He straightened up howling like a wolf to the cheers of everyone around him, you push through the crowd gathered, trying to force a smile as he turns to you.

“You see that shit? New record!” He shouts into your ear.

 

It’s an hour later and Billy is getting more and more wasted, the look of self-destruction bright in his eyes. You're sat miserably on a sofa watching helplessly but after another catty comment sent your way by Carol you decide you’ve had enough, you approach him gingerly as he chugs two beers at once.

“Billy?” You say, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah?” He asks absentmindedly, barely acknowledging you, laughing raucously at something Tommy has just said.

“Can we go?” You ask quietly, it gets his attention, he rounds on you looking confused, face flushed with alcohol.

“We just got here.”

You bite your lip, feeling severely uncomfortable, Carol giving you the stink eye from over his shoulder.

“I know, I just - I’m not feeling well.” You stammer, fingernails digging into your clammy palms.

“Ok so go home, I’ll see you later.” He responds flatly, your mouth is oddly dry as he turns away once more.

“Without you?” You say in a small voice, tugging slightly on his shirt like a child.

He huffs loudly.

“Jesus, Y/n, you’re killing my buzz here, would you just go.” He says harshly.

  You take a step back, feeling your bottom lip tremble, having never been on the receiving end of Billy’s temper before. Carol and Nicola snigger nastily behind their hands, tears blind you and you bolt, legs carrying you quickly out onto the cold street. 

You hear rapid footfalls immediately chasing after you.

“Sunshine!” Billy calls, you flinch at the nickname. "Sunshine would you just stop for a second?!" 

“Don’t call me that!” You shout, rounding on him. “I was wrong about you Billy, everyone is right you are an asshole.” Glaring at him, eyes stinging, hands shaking.

“I'm sorry.” He says weakly, you’ve hit him where it hurts in retaliation but can’t bring yourself to feel sorry. “I don’t know why I told you to go, that’s the last thing I want.”

“I do. It’s just like Carol and Nicola said, you don’t want me.” You say, desperately trying to keep your voice level but failing miserably.

“What? No that’s not true, it’s the exact opposite baby.” He reaches out with placating hands and pleading eyes.

“So why do you keep pushing me away?” You sob, hugging yourself around the middle.

“Because I'm a fuck up, and a jerk, and you’re right an asshole. I don’t deserve you.” He says heavily.

“You’ve been distant with me all week, if you want to break up with me Billy just save us both some trouble and do it now.” You mumble, staring resolutely at the ground, mostly hoping it would open up and swallow you whole.

“Break up with you? Angel, I - I fucking love you.” That gets your attention, eyes snapping to his, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “I know I don’t say it enough but you mean everything to me.” He says softly.

You desperately want to burrow into his arms, but his dismissal of you still stings, honing in on your biggest insecurities. You weren’t anything special, you knew that, not compared to the Heather Holloway’s of the world; and fucking Carol always getting under your skin stoking the idea that one day Billy would just up and leave.

“You really hurt me.” You say shakily, “Please don’t ever say something like that again unless you really want me to go, because I can’t do this a second time.” You plead.

“Never, ever.” He promises, caressing your face, gazing intently into your eyes.

You sniffle loudly, finally allowing him to fold you into his arms. “I’m so sorry I made you cry baby.” He apologizes, pressing kiss after kiss to the top of your head. 

“You scared me.” You whimper, wrapping your arms around him, clinging hard to his back.

“I know, I know.” He rocks you gently, before tilting your face up to kiss you softly. “But I'm not letting you go angel, ever.”

[betweenthings2]

“did i scare you? sweetheart…” for gatty pleaseeeeeee

Thank you for the ask!! The prompt list is here if anyone else wants to see it =)

Reactions to making someone cry- "Did I scare you? Sweetheart..."

This is inspired by the time I watched too much Criminal Minds and legitimately thought there was going to be a murderer in my closet so I had to stop watching Criminal Minds which is disappointing because I liked Criminal Minds.

Matty should know better than to listen to true crime podcasts when he's going to be alone. Really, he should know better than to do it at all, but he can only work on so many things at once and he finds them morbidly fascinating. The problem is that they freak him out. Every natural sound of the house and appliances becomes someone trying to break in. Every shadow or oddly shaped pile of laundry dumped onto a chair because he didn't want to fold it just then becomes a killer lying in wait. Every set of headlights that slice through the gaps in the curtains becomes a potential get-away car. And sure, Matty could just turn on the lights to let would-be intruders know that someone is there and won't be cause by surprise, but then those would-be intruders would know that he's there, potentially alone. Sure, he could play music or put something on TV to drown out the sounds, but he needs to be able to hear in case someone does try to break in. There's no good option, Matty thinks.

Actually, there is: he could quit with the podcasts in the first place, like his therapist tells him, but he just doesn't want to, and, surprising no one, Matty is stubborn. Telling him not to do something is just about as good as guaranteeing he'll do it forever. George will home tomorrow, and then Matty won't be alone and if he's not alone, well, no one gets murdered in their bed when they're sleeping with their amazing and wonderful boyfriend, do they?

Matty does a lap of the house to double check that the doors and windows are locked and the alarm system is armed before he goes to bed. He's not sure he'll sleep much, but his therapist tells him that going through the routine of going to bed and laying down with the intention of resting is important, so he goes to bed.

Matty does eventually fall asleep, but he has a strange and disjointed nightmare about being held captive and he wakes in the early morning to the sound of the door falling shut, then footsteps across the hardwood downstairs. He freezes for a moment, then scrambles for his phone, but it's dead, and the footsteps are coming up the stairs. Matty looks around for something, anything he could use to defend himself, but there's nothing but his dead phone and a glass of water on the nightstand. Every single regret Matty's ever had runs through his head and the bedroom door slowly opens. Matty lays still and prepares himself to fight, but with the backlight from the hallway, he realizes that the person in his house at four in the morning isn't an intruder, but George.

It's George. George is home. Of course it's him. The alarm would have gone off if it wasn't and he was supposed to be home at an odd time, Matty recalls. Everything is fine. He's safe. George is home. Still, Matty would be lying if he said he hadn't been scared.

Pushing himself into a sort of seated position, Matty rubs a hand over his face like he's just woken up, and asks, "George?" His hand comes away wet, then he realizes that his face is wet, and oh, he'd been crying.

"Hey," George responds, quietly closing the bedroom door, so the hallway light stops flooding in. "Sorry to wake you. I'll be to bed in just a few minutes, ok? You can go back to sleep."

Matty sniffles and nods, then lays back down, watching George disappear into their bathroom. He'll shower, unwilling to get into their bed with a day of traveling stuck to his skin, and get ready for bed, then he'll come to bed. Matty just has to wait fifteen minutes before he has George close.

Matty makes a concerted effort to relax, but he feels tears welling in his eyes again, so he just rolls over and curls up as small as he can get. It's silly, he knows, that he freaked himself out like this by listening to true crime podcasts, but he's also long had an overactive imagination. Maybe his therapist is right.

It ends up being closer to ten minutes that Matty has to wait before George lays down with him. He immediately gets himself as close as his can, inhaling the comforting scent of George's soap combined with the lingering fingers of his last cigarette. Matty can't help but sniffle again and try to blink back the tears, hoping George won't notice.

"Sorry to wake you up," George repeats, accepting Matty close.

"Not your fault," Matty mumbles. "Had a nightmare."

"Wanna talk about it?" George offers.

Matty shakes his head.

"It might help," George pushes, combing his fingers through Matty's hair. As he does, his thumb brushes over Matty's cheekbone and comes away wet. "Are you crying, love?"

"Maybe a little," Matty admits.

"Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it?" George asks.

Matty is quiet for a moment, then admits, "I dreamed I got, like, held captive somewhere. Couldn't go anywhere, do anything, couldn't talk to anyone. All I could do is just sit there. Thought someone was breaking in."

George holds Matty a little closer and asks, "Did I scare you?" Matty gives a nod and George murmurs, "Sweetheart, I'm sorry. Fuck, I didn't mean to do that."

"'s not your fault," Matty mumbles. "I was listening to that podcast you keep telling me not to."

"I'm sorry I scared you," George insists. "I was tryin' to be quiet. I really didn't think you'd wake up."

Matty gives a helpless kind of half shrug, saying, "I didn't think you'd be home when you were."

"I texted," George counters. "When my flight got delayed, I texted you."

"Phone's dead," Matty admits.

George can't help but chuckle a bit at that. Some things never change, but he presses a kiss to Matty's forehead and holds him close, saying, "Doesn't matter. 's all ok now. Go back to sleep, ok? I've got you."

"Ok," Matty agrees. "Thanks, G. Love you even though you scared me half to death."

"I love you, too, Matty. Go to sleep."

So Matty sleeps.

[translucent-at-best]

Scatter-brained...

People Who Capitalize Every Word In A Sentence Like It's A Long Ass Movie Title... why y'all do that? Like... not only is it wrong and visually unappealing (to me, at least), it also takes more time to do. It gets on my nerves.

The temperature finally dropped low enough for me to pull the beanies out. The timing couldn't have been better because your girl is two weeks out from her next retwist and looks like it.

I really love how whoever produced "Luther" flipped the "If This World Were Mine" sample. It's always been such a beautiful song to me; from the voices, to the lyrics, to the strings, to the transitions... just an all-around phenomenally-arranged song. And now, I can't get it out of my head and I'm not even mad.

Seeing Cuzzos in the "Squabble Up" music video had me cheesing like I'm their auntie or something. They have such a chill, fun-loving vibe to me. I love to see it.

Speaking of that music video... folks are saying that the easter eggs in it all point to an upcoming double album. If that's true, after "Heart pt. 6", I'm hoping for a song featuring the other members of Black Hippy. And I'm excited to find out what he has planned for the day of the Compton Christmas Parade.

In graduate school, I learned that counselors - much like doctors - are bound to a code of ethics. One of the principles of those ethics is nonmaleficence, or the principle of doing no harm: "Counselors act to avoid harming their clients... and to minimize or to remedy unavoidable or unanticipated harm." Basically, don't leave nobody worse off than when they came to you. Although all the principles are necessary, that one has always been the most important to me. So much so, that it's turned into a personal mantra, and is always my goal when I interact with people (as Michelle, not just in a counselor/client setting).

I re-watched Breakin' All the Rules recently, and you know what? Despite Jamie Foxx's hair, it's a decent watch with a very original plot. It gets left out of a lot of early 2000s Black rom com conversations, but it shouldn't be.

That job is about to get the barest of minimums from me tomorrow. Think I'll even leave early to get my nails done.

I hate not knowing the next time I'll get to have a dick in my mouth. I'm in the mood to be told how pretty I look with and how good it feels to have my lips wrapped around it.

"Stick to the plan, not your mood" has been getting me together every time my alarm clock goes off and I want to press snooze and skip my morning workout. That being said, let me get my ass in the bed so I don't fuck up my streak.

[mire-mire-mire]

Day 8 - 11/8

Decided to pull out a trick from college. I set an alarm at 7, then another at 7:05, then another at 7:15 so it was more like gradually waking up than just getting up and going. So I got up, got ready, then did some yoga. I think it was pretty enjoyable. A little bit confusing trying to get the poses right and I'm still not flexible like. At all. But keep these 10 minute beginner videos coming and I'll be able to touch my opposite leg to the ground in no time.

Anyways. I went on my walk and brought an applesauce pouch with me. It felt pretty nice out, but it got warm pretty fast. I decided to only do my usual 2 mile route because I expected to go to the store to get the last little bit for my goal, but then we didn't go to the store lol. Oh well, we should be going Sunday, I think.

When I got back, I decided I wanted peanut butter and yogurt. So I melted a small bowl of peanut butter and mixed it in with some vanilla yogurt, cacao nibs, granola, and banana slices. It was eh. The texture was kinda weird and didn't taste all that great. I think it was the combination of vanilla and peanut butter flavor. Oh well.

For lunch, I had the last slice of the deli chicken with gouda cheese on a bagel. I stuck it in the microwave after I assembled it and I definitely enjoy it more that way compared to having a hot bagel, vaguely warm cheese, and cold meat. I also had the last of our baby carrots. Not the most fulfilling though.

My workout was pretty good today. Jumping jacks still kill me, but I learned that I am able to plank for thirty seconds. A full plank, like on my forearms, not my palms. So I was pretty proud of that. It made me the sweatiest out of everything I did. So after doing three planks within half an hour, I was DRENCHED. I took a well deserved shower. I definitely need to wash my face more often because I didn't realize how grody I felt until I washed it all off lol.

My mom ordered pizza for dinner, so I had two slices (pepperoni and onion) and some of the little garlic knobs. They weren't knobs, but they weren't balls either. They were more like bars. Yummy :p

Tomorrow I'm going out early to bird and then I'm seeing a performance so I'll be out all day. Hopefully birding will get me a good amount of steps! Probably won't eat very well though.

[somehow-a-writer]

That's Unexpected {2P Romano X Reader}

You leave your phone alone for fifteen minutes to make lunch. Now it won't stop going off with notifications for new messages. 'Ya'll have the worst timing...' You sigh, sitting down with your lunch. Flipping on some random YouTube video you grab your phone, opening the group chat that had finally calmed a bit. Most of it was Flavio talking about how his latest fashion show went and Oliver stating they should plan something to celebrate. A soft smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, thinking how nice it'd be to get together to celebrate Flavio's career. 

Mystic_Mess: "That sounds like a great idea! We definitely need to get plans figured out soon. Already throwing my vote for Oliver to bring the snacks tho!!" 

TrendSetter: "Si! I second that! Should we invite anyone else?"

Cupcakes: "The two of you are so kind! I promise to deliver! As for guests, I think having a few more could be enjoyable. Anyone in particular you're thinking of?"

TrendSetter: "How about Allen, Hermes, Zao, Lutz, Mio Fratellino, and Bernard?"

Mystic_Mess: "Alrighty, fine with me. Just need to figure out a time now."

Cupcakes: "How about this upcoming Saturday? It gives us a week to get everything figured out and adjusted as necessary."

Trendsetter: "Si! I'll send the invites."

Cupcakes: "Perfect. I'll work on snacks later this week then!"

Mystic_Mess: "Can't wait!! Gotta go start cleaning... Uuuugh I don't wanna! Can I just bribe someone else to do it???"

TrendSetter: "The faster it's done, the sooner you can relax, mia cara."

A small pink dusting covers your cheeks at the new nickname. You get up and go to your room for your headphones. Can't clean without some music after all. After getting your music set up, you decide to start with the quickest task and move up to ones that would take longer. The rest of the day was spent doing various chores around the house, leaving you to think about the upcoming party. After a shower and nightly routine, you tried to push down the excitement that had bubbled up throughout the day to get some sleep.

Over the next few days, things slowly started falling into place for the little party. Oliver made various types of sweets. Flavio and you went out on a shopping trip for various drinks as well as various savory and salty snacks to balance it out. As the days passed, the excitement grew among the group, but especially with the three who originally planned it. At one point it was decided to be held at the Vargas Manor, making transportation a bit easier for everyone.

The night before the party, you decided to lay out your outfit. Searching through your closet, you decided on the dress Flavio gave you for the holidays a few months ago. It was a solid navy blue dress with lace over the top of the simple matte material, there was a small decorative belt around the waist, and went down just past the knees. Pairing with it simple black flats, stockings, and a white cardigan. It was still early spring so better to be prepared for chilly weather than not to be. With a satisfied nod and smile, you set everything on your chair before getting ready and going to bed. Alarms were set. The outfit was prepared. All last-minute things were taken care of earlier. All that's left is to pick up Oliver tomorrow and help him bring in the sweets.

The following morning, you got dressed, happily singing along to the music blasting from your phone. After breakfast, you grab your purse and keys. Leaving the house and locking the door before hopping into the driver's seat to head to Oliver's house. Thankfully it was far. After a quick fifteen-minute drive, you pull into Oliver's driveway. After parking, you head up to his front door and knock. "Hey, Oliver! It's (Y/N), ready?" You call out. Within a couple of minutes, the door opens quickly to reveal a brightly colored Brit. "Hello, poppet!! Perfect timing. I just finished packing up the last of the snacks. I promise I didn't go too crazy this time!" 

The pink-haired male chuckles as he opens the door more for you. You giggle as you walk into the familiar home, closing the door behind you. "I mean, if there were leftovers I can guarantee they'd have a home to go to afterwards. Everyone loves your food for a good reason after all!" Oliver smiles, shyly scratching his cheek. "You're too kind, poppet." You and Oliver grab a few Tupperware containers each before heading back your your car, loading them into the back seats. Slipping into the front seats, the two of you start your drive to the Vargas Manor. The car ride was full of idle chitchat, jokes, laughter, and singing along to the radio. The party hadn't even started but it seemed like today was shaping up to be a great day. Especially since you get to spend it with a number of your friends.

After a half-hour drive, you pull into and park in the driveway in one of the many open areas. As you and Oliver started grabbing the Tupperware from the back seat, there was an excited yell from the front door. Before you fully realized what was happening, Oliver quickly followed by you were engulfed in a hug. Naturally being careful of the items the two of you were holding. "Ciao miei cari amici! The drive was good, si?" You nod, returning the hug from the excited Italian man. "Mhm, traffic was pretty chill. We kept chatting about how excited we were for you and couldn't wait to hear stories about how the show went." Flavio chuckled, leading the way inside yet another very familiar home. "Don't worry, there's plenty of stories! Allen, Zao, and Lutz have been writing different party games and putting them in a hat for later. By the way, you look assolutamente sorprendente." Flavio smiles, winking at you as the trio walks towards the kitchen. Oliver slightly nudges you with a knowing smile as a small blush covers your cheeks. You say a small, almost a squeak of a thank you as the Tupperware is set down.

Oliver leaned over and whispered in your ear. "I'll set these out, go and spend time with him. I won't take no for an answer either." When you tried to say something, he simply gave you a small push towards Flavio. A surprised squeak escaped as you tried to catch your balance after stumbling backward. Flavio was quick to react after hearing you, grabbing your shoulders. "Whatever Oliver told you to do, should listen to him, mia cara. Come on, I'm sure some of the others want to say hi." With that, Flavio led you away to the living room where most of the others were. So far the ones who were already there were, Allen, Zao, and Lutz. Luciano was technically in the building but finishing up some important paperwork. That left Hermes and Bernard. Granted they lived a bit further away so most likely on the way but dealing with traffic.

You walk over to the couch and sit in one of the open spots, exchanging greetings and a bit of small talk with the three already there. "So what games have you guys thrown in the hat so far?" You curiously ask, looking between the guys. "Vell, ve have the basics. Ja know, truth or dare, spin the bottle, charades, uno, and a few other board and video games." Lutz said, listing each thing on his hand as he went. Zao was the next to talk, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "I heard the Flavio was especially looking forward to if we did truth or dare or spin the bottle." "Really? I knew he had feelings for someone but he won't say who. 

Could it be you might be plotting something, dearest Flavi?" You look from Zao to Flavio, playfully batting your eyelashes. Absolutely and completely oblivious to the fact it was towards you. It was amusing to some of your mutual friends, like Zao and Allen, but always made Oliver shake his head. It was painfully obvious to practically everyone except Flavio and yourself that you had feelings for each other. Flavio chuckled, patting your head. "Don't worry about it, bella. You'll see either way." You tilted your head a little, simply deciding to shrug it off as Flavio being Flavio. 

"How about ve play Uno vhile ve vait for zhe last two?" Lutz suggested, leaning forward as he grabbed the box of cards. A variety of 'yes' sounded throughout the living room. Lutz nodded, taking the cards from the box. As Lutz shuffled the deck, everyone gathered closer together around the coffee table. Once the deck was cut and dealt out, the chaos soon followed. The more rounds that passed, there was more cursing and the group got louder. Luciano, somehow, managed to finish his paperwork without storming downstairs and telling everyone to 'shut up' or threatening them somehow. After another round had finished, Luciano came downstairs and quietly took a seat amongst the group. "Hi Luci, I take it you want to be dealt in?" You ask, shuffling the cards. He sighed, knowing no matter how many times he told you, you were keeping the nickname. Only in private, however. You knew better than to say it in public or with important people around. 

"Ciao bella ragrazza. Si, I'm joining the game. Have you been taking care of yourself, ragazza?" You nod, dealing the cards to everyone. "Mhm. I've been trying my best to. Flavio has been sweet enough to help on the days when I struggle a bit more. Oh! Thank you for the pasta the other day, it was great!" Luciano quietly chuckles, patting your head. "Bene. Fratello always ends up pacing around when you don't. Glad you enjoyed the pasta." You sheepishly smile, glancing between the two brothers as the game starts. "Flavi really does that?" Flavio shoots his brother a look. That was just ignored in the end. Damn siblings. "Si, he does." "Fratellino!" You giggle, rubbing Flavio's back. "Don't be embarrassed, it's sweet." Oliver smirks, knowing the feelings his friends have. Flavio blushes brightly, kissing the top of your head. "Non dolce quanto te, mia cara." 

After a while, a knock was heard. Luciano went to answer it, the cards being slipped back into the box. Soon enough, Luciano returned with Hermes and Bernard in tow. Everyone catches up as you go to the kitchen to grab drinks for the new arrivals. After handing out the drinks and sitting down, Flavio starts talking about how the show went. The best bits. The chaos that ensued because a model quit over text. The positive reviews. The way the decor and venue blended great, and went beyond what he had imaged. Aside from a few moments, it sounded like it was an amazing time and people loved his designs once again. 

After the stories had finished, Bernard was quick to pipe up. "What's with the hat?" "We put a bunch of typical party games in there. That way it was a random choice." Zao explained, grabbing and shaking the hat. "Who's gonna be the first to pick?" Allen asked, looking around the group of people. "Fratello should." Luciano stated, waving his hand at his brother. "Me? Okay. Pass the hat." Allen grabbed the hat, sticking it out towards Flavio. He stuck his hand in, swirling it around a bit before grabbing one of the slips. Flavio pulled the small paper out, unfolding and reading it. "Let's see... Truth or Dare."

"Vell this is gonna be interesting. Vho vill start?" Lutz asks, placing an elbow on his knee and resting his chin on his hand. Bernard was quick to volunteer. "Zao, truth or dare?" "Hmmm... Truth." Zao responded, shrugging. "What's the strangest thing you've eaten?" Zao thought for a minute, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Fuck. I've had so much weird shit...' He thought to himself. "I'll go with peanut butter and pickles." Luciano slowly looked over to Zao, the most confused and horrified look on his face. Oliver and Flavio were shaking their heads. Lutz, Allen, and you were laughing. Hermes was busy shaking his head. "Please say that you didn't randomly come up with that yourself..." Zao smirked, nodding. "That's exactly what happened. If it helps, it was probably influenced by drugs."

"Allen. Truth or dare?" Zao asked, turning to the brunette. "Dare!" Allen crossed his arms, prepared for whatever was coming. Zao chuckles. "For the next ten minutes, every time you're asked something, you have to respond with a bark." Allen sighs, nodding. "Alright, anyways, let's see... Oliver, truth or dare?" "Oh. I'll go with truth." "What's the worst thing you've ever said to someone?" Allen asks, quirking an eyebrow at the kind man. Oliver rubs his chin in thought for a minute. Soon Oliver's face was flushed bright red from embarrassment. "It was um... 'Get the fuck out of my damn shop, you wanker'..." Everyone, except you, gasped. Luciano chuckled. "Wow. Buon lavoro, Oliver." You lean over, patting Oliver on the head. "No need to be embarrassed, it was for a good reason." 

Flavio looked between his two best friends, somehow more surprised now. "Wait, (Y/N), you knew about that!?" You rub the back of your neck, sheepishly smiling. "Yeah... I was there. Some guy wouldn't leave me be while I was helping Oliver at his bakery. Even after multiple times being told to stop. Oliver noticed and stepped in. We didn't say anything because it wasn't a huge issue and-" You cut yourself off with a squeak. Flavio had leaned over a bit, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap. He had a small scowl, holding you close. "And didn't tell you because we knew you'd be upset. We didn't want that." Flavio hugged you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder. "You should have kicked him in the balls, mia cara." You quickly cover your mouth, shoulders shaking from trying not to laugh. Oliver chuckles, shaking his head. "I'm fairly certain Poppet was ready to do more before I stepped in. Alright, anyway. Hermes, truth or dare?"

"Dare." "Let's see... Do a shot of vinegar." Hermes raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and got up. He went to the kitchen and came back shortly after with a bottle of vinegar. Allen passed him an empty shot glass as he sat down. Once the shot was poured, Hermes carefully brought it up and downed it immediately. He grimaced but set the shot glass down, seemingly not bothered aside from the first taste. "Luciano, truth or dare?" "Dare. Whatever you got can't be too bad." "Fair enough. Whisper something you've never told anyone else to the person on the right." Luciano paused, trying to think of something. He leaned closer to Allen, holding his hand up as he whispered the well-kept secret.  Allen muttered a barely audible 'shit' once Luciano sat back up.

"Si. Now, fratello, truth or dare?" There was a small pause from Flavio before he responded. "Dare." "Call the person you love." At the way Flavio and you went, there would be so much time wasted. This was a much faster way but leaving it be could lead to some pretty funny things to look back on. Flavios' cheeks were flushed a deep red as he grabbed his phone from the side table. You could feel your heart beat out of your chest but simultaneously drop to the pit of your stomach. It was such a weird mixed feeling. Flavio scrolled through his contacts, eventually clicking on the right one and calling. Not even a minute later you could hear your phone ringing from your bag that was still laying near the spot you were previously sitting. Confused, you lean over a bit, Oliver helping and pushing your bag closer so you can grab it. 

You pull your phone out, looking at the screen. It read as Flavio's contact name. You turn around, face immediately turning a deep red when everything fully hit. Flavio smiled, gently cupping your cheek and rubbing it with his thumb. "Ti amo, mia cara." You lean into his hand, smiling. "I love you too." "Truth or dare mia cara?" "Umm... How about dare?" Flavio smirks. "Bene. Go on a date with me over the weekend then." You laugh, kissing his cheek. "You fucking dork. I would've done that anyway." "Dio mio. It took you long enough." There were a few agreements with Lucianos' comment. "Long enough? Wait how long have you had feelings for me?" Flavio sheepishly smiled. "Three years..." You giggle, hiding your face in your hands. "We could've been together this whole fucking time!" Flavio chuckles before whispering. "Don't worry, Principessa, we can always make up for lost time."

The game continued for another half an hour. The party lasted fairly well into the night, with various games played and movies watched. Overall it was a great time. Eventually, people started to disperse. Oliver decided to catch a ride with Allen back, but before he left he passed along his congratulations for his two best friends finally dating. Once everyone left, you helped the brothers clean up the minimal mess and put everything else away. When you went to grab your things to leave, Flavio stopped you. "Bella, why not stay the night? Neither of us works tomorrow, besides it's quite late. It'd be dangerous to drive so late." Before you could even respond, Luciano commented as he passed by. "Fratello has a point. I'd rather have you as a sorella than mio fratello." You laughed, hiding in Flavio's chest to try to keep some semblance of composure. Flavio gasped at his brothers' comment, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Fratellino!! You wound me so!" 

You could hear Luciano's footsteps stop before he started backtracking and peeked his head in. "Ti mostrerò la "ferita", cazzo. Oh. Sorella, if you ever need someone taken care of, you let me know." You nod. "Thank you, Fratello." Flavio, meanwhile, went from being overdramatically wounded before smiling warmly at the two he cared so deeply for. You were one of the few that his brother cared for and would help, no questions asked. It made him happy that his brother and now significant other got along. As well as the fact you were immediately recognized as part of the family. You look up at Flavio, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Whatcha thinking about, Bello?" Flavio chuckles, kissing your forehead. 

"How grateful I am that some of the most important people to me can get along so well. At least a bit better than Fratello and I. Also, the fact I'm with the most Bella ragazza with an equally Bella personality. Ti amo." You smile, humming softly. "You're almost sweeter than those cupcakes from earlier. I love you too. How about we go to bed and in the morning, I'll make you breakfast." Flavio picked you up bridal style, earning a squeak from you. He headed toward his room, with a content smile. "Unless I beat you to the punch." You share a small laugh. "Guess we'll see in the morning. How the hell did I manage to be in a relationship with the sweetest, funniest, fucking most attractive, incredibly smart, and talented man. I can't find the perfect words right now but you mean the world to me and I want you to know how much I love you." You smile, slowly growing more drowsy. Soon, you were laid down on his bed, almost immediately falling asleep. Flavio chuckled, laying beside you and pulling the blanket up over you both. "Principessa... Potresti pensare di essere quello fortunato, ma sono io ad essere fortunato. Prometto di assicurarmi che tu sia felice e che ti prendi sempre cura di te. Ti amo tanto."

~Translations - all done using Google Translate, many apologies if any are incorrect. Please feel free to correct me on any translations!~

Ciao - hello

Ciao Bella - hello beautiful

Ragazza - lass

Bene - good

Principessa - princess

Ti amo - I love you

anch'io ti amo - i love you too

Sorella - sister

Buon lavoro - good job

Mia cara - my dear

assolutamente sorprendente - absolutely stunning

Mio Fratellino - my little brother

miei cari amici - my dear friends

Non dolce quanto te, mia cara - not as sweet as you, my dear

Ti mostrerò la "ferita", cazzo - I'll fucking show you 'wound'

Potresti pensare di essere quello fortunato, ma sono io ad essere fortunato. Prometto di assicurarmi che tu sia felice e che ti prendi sempre cura di te. Ti amo tanto. - You may think you're the lucky one but it's me that's the lucky one. I promise to make sure you're happy and always taken care of. I love you so much.

[ellieloverr]

My Strange addiction P. 4

Warning ⚠ Language, Body Image Issues, making out, Teasing ⚠

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Ellie's eyes looked at you in worry. Your eyes departed suddenly by the buzzing of your phone. It was your alarm for bed but you didn't fell right going to bed with Ellie injured badly. You turned your alarm off and got up and went to go find the alcohol pads for Ellie so she won't get an Infection. You found them in Jesse's room. You got on your knees in front of Ellie and held her face still. She flinched because it had stung .

It's alright I'm almost done.

Once you were done you handed Dina a rag to dry her cut on her forehead.

I'mma head out I have work early in the morning

Yea ok I'll be there in a bit

Be safe kid

Bye

You walked out of Jesse's apartment and by the time you were in bed Dina had came back. You couldn't sleep knowing that Ellie was hurt badly. You decided to go for a walk around your neighborhood. You grabbed a sweater and but on sweat pants. You grabbed your phone and head phones and played "BAGS" by clario.

You came back from your walk and Dina was already asleep so you couldn't talk to her. You really wanted to stay up but you knew you couldn't because you have work at 5:00AM. You eventually went to sleep.

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In the morning you had about 10 more minutes before you could clock out. You were doing cashier and serving because the cashier had went out sick.

You were at the cash register an you were looking for your note pad for serving. A customer walks in.

Welcome to 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦'𝑠 𝐶𝑎𝑓e how may I assist y-

Your words are cut off as you look up. It was Ellie.

Hey princess so I heard your a servant?

Very funny Ellie, what do you want?

That's no way to talk to a customer pretty girl.

Ellie hurry the fuck up I have to serve to.

Fine whatever you say m'lady, a matcha smoothie.

Whatever, what size?

Hm how tall are you again?

Wow love the jokes williams. Get her a small please.

What you doing tomorrow?

Nothing why?

Movie night tomorrow is Saturday

Oh shit right I forgot uh sure I'll go.

You didn't forget you just had a lot on your mind. You could see Ellie's cut on her forehead and her bandaged knuckles from that night. You hand Ellie her drink and she gives you that stupid smirk she always does before leaving the shop.

As soon as you get home you Immediately call Jesse because you guys were supposed to meet at a diner tonight. He said that you guys might have to go a little early because he has to set up movie night for tomorrow. You had classes in an hour so you had to hurry and change from your work clothes into baggie jeans with a regular black long sleeved shirt with your favorite shoes to go to class. After your class ended you had sat in the quad under a shady tree sketching while softly singing "Billie Bossa Nova". You didn't notice that you were sketching out a picture of Ellie untill you added the hair. You kept sketching her though because it was the only thing that was keeping you from getting anxious. Your phone had buzzed, it was a text from Jesse.

Jess 💕

Yo what diner you want to go to????

Idk you can pick I ate earlier so I'm probably gonna just get smth to drink

No you didn't ik your schedule kid you had work earlier and you never bring lunch to your job

Fuckin stalker

Fine I'll pick but you are eating ok miss I'm in love with Ellie Williams.

What?! I don't love her Jess she's a friend that I like as a F R I E N D.

Uh huh sure whatever loser I'll see u in a bit bye

Read 11:20PM

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As you walk back to your apartment all you can think about is Ellie. What is wrong with me? What is she doing to me? Those thoughts filled your head. Once you got home you opened the door and all there was in that room was smoke.

What the fuck? D you didn't fucking tell me Ellie was here?!

Oops sorry babe I forgot to tell you

Bullshit.

You wanted to go to a Billie eilish concert with somebody but you didn't know who because you had two tickets that arrived yesterday. You wanted to ask Dina but she was really busy. You couldn't ask Jesse because the day that you are going he is visiting his parents. Suddenly a new idea popped in your head. Dina had left to go get groceries.

Ellie

Yes m'lady?

Getting funnier. You wanna go to a concert with me?

I was gonna ask Dina but she's really busy around that time.

Thanks for being your first option.

Fuck you. Are you gonna go or no?

Uhm- y-yeah sure.

Alright it's on monday

I'll just go to your apartment when I'm ready.

Wait where is it?

In LA

Holy fuck in another state?!

Yup

Fine I gotta go though I'll see you tomorrow princess

Bye.

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It was the day before the concert and you had just gotten off of work. You were walking home as you noticed you left your keys at your job so you ran back and you bump into somebody.

Fuck-uh-shit I'm so sorry

No worries your just being the good girl you are right princess.

E-ellie?

What other person is being pinned on the floor right now I think just me kid.

You jumped up as you realized you were pinning Ellie on the floor. Your heart was racing, she looked so good that day.

Uh- sorry

It's fine so when are we leaving tomorrow?

What do you mean we are leaving today Ellie

Why?

So we can have somewhere to stay when the concert is over which is going to be very late and I don't want to get on a plane at one in the morning.

Wow-uh ok I'll get my stuff ready then.

As Ellie leaves you exhale in relief because of your thoughts. Why is she doing this to me? Oh no I have to be in a room with her. Why did she look so good? It was all you could think about untill you remembered what you came back for. You grabbed your keys and went back outside and saw some guy trying to beat up Ellie. You knew Ellie was a very good fighter but that means it wouldn't go well either way. You had grabbed Ellie's arm and pulled her into the passenger seat of her car and you grabbed her keys and started driving to your apartment.

What the actual fuck Ellie.

What? He was being a dick.

So? You didn't have to be a dick to.

Fuck you. You don't even know what happened.

Oh yeah?

...

Exactly so shut the fuck up.

You drive Ellie to your apartment sense Jesse's was down stairs you sat Ellie on your bed and got your first aid kit.

Hold this on your hand.

Wh-

Just fucking do it.

You didn't expect the next sentence out of Ellie's mouth which stunned you a bit.

So.. The other night when you forgot your jacket.

Can I ask you why you did it?

Uhm.. Yeah I uh-

if you don't wanna talk abt it you don't have to.

Yeah no I guess I should tell you. Uhm idk I just did it because I was unsatisfied with myself I guess.

Is that it?

No uhm... I did it because if people too but there's just a bunch of reasons why.

Oh I think your ok.

What?

I mean like I think that you'll eventually be ok.

Oh.. Thanks El.

El?

Oh- oh my god I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to call you that.

Do it again

I'm not calling you that ever again.

Cmon do it again

I said-

Your words were cut off by Ellie's lips pressing onto yours. You gasped while kissing her, you didn't pull back. Her lips were so soft pressed against yours, you didn't want her to leave anymore, it's like you were strangely addicted to her lips now. She was smiling while kissing you. You were pinned on your wall all of a sudden.

Shh shh I got you baby.

She whispered to you while kissing you. You enjoyed having Ellie with you. You enjoyed making out with Ellie, it was like nothing you've ever experienced. Ellie was different she was gentle but demanding. You loved it, you loved her.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠:

𝐴𝑙𝑟 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐸𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑜𝑘 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑦𝑒 💕

𝑃𝑠. 𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝐼 𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠.