#i'm so tired that i really am gonna sleep. i have a headache and i haven't slept for two whole days and

[roseadleyn]

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞 || 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐮 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧.

a gift for @elychee!! this is not, by the way, part of my gifting-my-mutuals-badly-written-work event. this is just because ely slays <3

the strawberry tree title might seem odd, but i picked it for two reasons: one, it means esteem and love in the language of flowers (which technically includes non-flowering plants too) and two, because ely is sensitive to flower pollen so yeah <33

once again, i have failed ely with this.. can you tell where i started falling asleep? but either way,

i hope you all, and especially ely, enjoy alberu 💞

— rose.

activities — what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

alberu enjoys anything, but his favorite thing to do is cuddles in his library!! buried under mounds of blankets, darkness and chilly wind outside, reading aloud to each other, completely content and unmoving.

beauty — what do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

absolutely everything. he's such a huge simp for his s/o, and loves every part of them, inside and out. if he'd see his s/o struggling with insecurities, he'd literally shower them with love and reassurances, trying his level best to lift up their spirits.

comfort — how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

soft hugs and even softer words, giving you space if you need it and staying by your side at all times if wanted. he'll be worried but gentle, slowly letting you calm down on their own instead of forcing you into any specific state of mind.

dreams — how do they picture their future with their s/o?

alberu isn't particularly concerned about it as long as you're there. all he sees when he envisions his future with you is warmth — flowers, dancing, maybe a little kid. he doesn't know, doesn't care, if he has you by his side he'll be perfectly okay.

equal — are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

alberu is more of a switch, honestly. there are days where he takes the lead, touring you around town and generally being more adventurous. then there are also days in which he's tired and exhausted and wants you to take the reins (either way, he's adorable).

fight — would they easily forgive their s/o? how are they fighting?

he'd rather not fight with you. every time you two fight, he feels guilty and anxious, twisting and turning all night, like there's a constant knife in his side. however, if it is a serious fight, then just give him some space. he'll calm down and he'll forgive you — well, he'll almost always forgive you.

gratitude — how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

he's overflowing with gratitude, for all the times he has a nightmare, or gets angry, or has a bad day; for you, since you always deal with it. for all your patience with him, he's really grateful.

honesty — do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? or do they share everything?

nothing major. just small embarrassing tidbits that Cale tells you anyways so 🤷‍♀️ this is because he wouldn't hide anything from you since he likes talking about his day with you, and listening about yours.

inspiration — did their s/o change them somehow, or was it the other way around? for example, trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

alberu has helped you become a bit more level headed, to step back and view a seemingly large crisis as a minor issue. in his point of view, you've taught him to stop using silvery words around people to use them, to try out things he hasn't before, and generally both of you have helped each other. he wouldn't have it any other way.

jealousy — do they get jealous easily? how do they handle it?

he does get jealous, (not that easily either) but he normally doesn't act on it unless he can see that you're uncomfortable. then he guides you away with a firm but gentle hand on your waist, and a cold glare to the person that was bothering you a few minutes ago.

kiss — are they a good kisser? how was the first kiss?

he's clumsy but soft, a hand on your cheek and another on your waist, completely losing himself for a few blissful minutes <33

the first kiss was so featherlight, so tender and sweet that you could cry just thinking about it. his hands, interlinked with yours, his larger frame pressed against your smaller one, the two of you off in your own little world.

love confession — how would they confess to their s/o?

literally a scene straight from an anime. flushed red cheeks, fancy restaurant, causal hand-holding, simple and sweet. you can see the fear of rejection in his heart, but all this effort makes your heart break with how adorable he's being. don't you dare say no i am holding you on gunpoint.

marriage - do they want to get married? if so, how would they propose? what would the wedding, and marriage afterwards, be like?

since he's of such high status, he cannot just keep courting you forever. his proposal would be somewhere solitary, isolated, where you two are alone, and the wedding.. well, he'll let you pick. he's fine with whatever as long as you're happy.

and if you ask about married life, well... sleeping in late, cuddles, forehead kisses forehead kisses are so intimate i'm gonna cry, just peaceful and serene all around.

nicknames — what do they call their s/o?

old, classic nicknames, like 'love' or 'darling', but occasionally adds small words in front to tease. for example, 'little love', 'pretty sweetheart' etc. but he also loves calling you by your name, loves how easily it rolls off of his tongue, like second nature.

on cloud nine - what are they like when they are in love? is it clear that they are in love for others? how do they express their feelings?

oh my goodness. he's been driving cale mad with his lovesick rambles about you. and it's not just cale, everybody notices the spring in his step and pink blush on his cheeks everytime he interacts with you. he's just.. it's like puppy love, if you get what i mean.

pda - are they straightforward about their relationship? do they brag with their s/o in front of others? or are they rather shy to kiss, hug etc., when others are watching?

it depends, honestly. if he's feeling confident and cocky, then sure. he'll kiss you breathless, wrap you in his jacket when you're cold. and then there are those days where he won't start it but if you take the initiative and give him some soft affection, he'll melt.

quirk — do they have any random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship?

uhm, he's really good at setting the tone. his humor and uplifted spirit causes you to be cheerful in his presence as well, while when he's upset, you feel grief-stricken as well, smoothing back the fluffy blonde hair to wipe the tears from his eyes.

romance — how romantic are they? what would they do to make their s/o happy? are they cliché or rather creative?

he's.. uhm, he means well but he can be a bit cheesy at times. he'd do absolutely anything and everything to make you happy and he's a natural romantic, even if he's not really trying — his buttery words, soft gestures and the tender look in his eyes just make you go a deep shade of pink all over.

thrill - do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? or are they okay with a certain routine?

if you're more on the thrill seeking spectrum, that's okay, if you're on the calmer side, that's perfectly fine. he's alright with either and is the most supportive s/o ever, cheering you on through every high and low (mm cheerleader alberu).

understanding — how good do they know their partner? are they empathetic?

he knows you like the back of his hand — and most days can tell when you're upset. offers you silent comfort, rubbing circles on your hand and letting the world hold you two.

value — how important is the relationship to them? what is the worth of the relationship in comparison to other things in their life?

nothing is more important than you, nothing. no major battle, no important meeting, absolutely nothing. his relationship with you is his utmost priority — you're his utmost priority. always, no matter what anyone else says.

wild card - random fluff headcanon!

alberu has a quiet way of making you feel better after a bad day. like, you could just come into you two's bedroom, silently fuming, and he'll take your face in his hands and just.. kiss you, let you feel better on your own, reveling in the time together.

xoxo — are they very affectionate? do they love to kiss and cuddle?

i already mentioned the pda part, but in private? he's the biggest cuddle bug ever, not letting you sleep at night or leave the bed in the mornings without his daily dose of cuddles. sulks if he doesn't get them.

yearning — how will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

immerses himself in work just so he can finish as quick as possible, and return to you. if it's a longer period of separation, he writes long, descriptive letters to you and just hopelessly daydreams (yes, i know all the angst potentials for 'missing their partner' but since this is a fluff alphabet i'll spare you guys).

zeal — are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? if so, what kind of lengths?

he's willing to do whatever. anything, if he gets to have you, happy and content by his side, then he'll do every arduous tasks assigned to him. anything, absolutely anything for you. he knows he loves you. maybe you do too.

—

tagging ; @parkykwho, @hmerus, @dxmoness, @nxccolo, @sidra-29, @cerisearan, @lady-navier0357, @giyuus0nlywife, @ylxntis / @ykassu, @dion-s-lawyer, @ithil-lucien, @that-one-pretty-bitch, and @d10nsaint.

[agent-plaguemask]

Hello mutuals. It is 3 AM

[evilminji]

Okay, so maybe it's just me? Projecting my new Tea Phase?

Cause for med reasons, no more energy drinks, only Teeeeeeaaaaa~☆

But honestly? Now that I am an adult and ACTUALLY KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT? Really digging it! Am enjoying the Teas. Mmmmmmm~ leaf broth. I like the fruity ones.

So! IMAGINE~☆ If you will:

Danny. 14 and his parents are LOUD AS FUCK (CRASH BANG SMASH BANG WHIIII-) dispite it being, once again, a school night. This has been going one For Years. That STUPID fucking machine. All God damned hours. Crashes and bangs and powertools. Explosions.

When will it ever end!

He's... he's honestly used it.

Unknowingly? This is is a skill that will come in handy later. Living and functioning while sleep deprived. Healthy? Fuck no. But it's USEFUL. He IS the ten year old downing Monster drinks in the parking lot before school.

It makes him a jittery weirdo. Twitchy. Too much caffeine, not enough sleep, his parents either blew up or TOOK APART the washing machine AGAIN. He... he never stood a chance. It's a miracle the indoor plumbing hasn't been compromised yet... AGAIN.

His blood is more sugar, caffeine, and guarana or whatever those other things in the can are, then actual human blood. He doesn't CARE. He just needs too get decent grades, graduate, and become an astronaut. It's... it's FINE. This is normal. They're FINE.

(If they weren't... someone would have noticed, right? Would have DONE something. Cared. So it HAS to be fine. His family's just weird. It's FINE.)

But THEN...

The Accident.

And his biology CHANGES. Green goo, wrapped vicious and loving, around his very DNA. Like Kintsugi of the body and soul. In green, Green, GREEN. It... it's a lot. Everything changing all at once. Maybe that's why it takes him so long to notice.

Why he thinks "oh, I'm just tired cause I'm running more then usual. Fighting and flying. Doing ghost stuff."

When... when honestly? Some part of him always kinda KNEW. From the very moment he stumbled out of the portal. The aftershocks. The pain. Sam and Tucker crying, scrambling to help him up the stairs. Sam tearing her bag apart looking for her cramps medicine. Because... because pain medication is pain medication.

"It's gonna be okay, Danny. Please. Please god, just take it! I promise it's gonna be okay!"

How do you look your panicked, crying, strongest-person-you-know best friend in the eyes and tell her... you can FEEL it dissolving in your throat. Like the pills were dumped in a human shaped pot of acid. That... that the pain isn't changing... and you... you don't think it's going too.

When you're scared. Might be dying. And you can already tell they think it's their fault. W... when you're all just KIDS. And all you can think is... you can let them know how bad... how bad it hurts...

They'd never be able to live with that knowledge.

Yeah. Yeah, Sam. Thanks. T... The pills helped a lot. He feels better. You really saved the day. He lo... loves you guys so much.

...

.....

He thinks about that moment A LOT. About how much he realized and knew, before the denial kicked in. Before he got so... Tired. Fresh of all that energy. And? You'd think he realize. The mood swings. The irritability. The headaches that disappear the SECOND he goes ghost. That he's in caffeine withdrawal. But? Nope.

He kinda blames the constant ghost attacks for distracting him.

But see... Sam? Doesn't drink tea. Goes against her diet. Tucker was where he GOT his illicit borderline illegal energy drinks. And his sister? Big on flavored sparkling waters. Which are gross to him.

His PARENTS drink a thick tar they insist is coffee. It might be liquid fudge. Zone knows its nearly the same consistency. It's horrifying. No thanks, he wants to LIVE.

It's? Ironically? Mr. Lancer and his constant detentions, that help Danny realize somethings up. Because Mr. Lancer shares. If he makes a cup for himself, he'll make one for you. It's how he was raised. And, yeah, the after school detentions? Those were herbal blends. No caffeine.

But...

But they tasted nice. Were warm. The classroom was quiet and as frustrating as it was? The tea itself? Was always... the one exception to how shit the situation was. So Danny finally broke down and asked about it. Learned Mr. Lancer knew a? Surprisingly LOT about tea. Huh.

Then one day he gets SATURDAY detention. Oh joy!

Bright and early. One of the few times he could be trying, desperately, to be sleeping through his parents cacophony. Catching up on his desperately needed Zzz's. Here he is... getting a handed a new cup of different tea?

Breakfast blend? And a bagel..

N...none hostile breakfast? A quiet space to catch up on his homework? No Dash? Just... just a quiet classroom, some tea, and the sounds on a peaceful morning outside?

......oh.

It's the best time he's had in school in... God, in YEARS. He gets so MUCH done. For once can concentrate. And? Actually, now that he thinks about it? Feels... awake? Or at the very least, not as sleepy. And being a Fenton, whom to the LAST are a genius if eccentric family, it's pretty damn easy to put two and two together.

Tea.

He felt more awake after having Lancer's breakfast blend tea.

He obviously asks about it. Then, after detention is done. Calm packs up. Goes home. Drops his back in his room. Goes ghost. And SHOOTS for the Far Frozen with his phone and an energy drink. Because clearly he's missing something and it's time to ask.

The good doctors of the Frozen are... gently horrified. Clawed hands steeples infront of their mouths as they try to tactfully figure out how to word "Great One, WHAT THE FUCK!?!? Why would you DO THIS TO YOURSELF!?" Because that... is not professional. Breathe. In, out, in, out. We can do this.

They get the most patient and restrained of their elders to... CALMLY, very VERY Calmly, ask some medical questions. Listen. Without judgements! Because they are medical professionals. Who do NOT want to scream, forever, into the void. Certainly not. So Calm! (They are going to BURN THAT CAN IN-)

Which! Huh. Yeah, that explains the constant exhaustion. He was poisoning himself. Kinda. Not so much the GHOST but the human half. Putting to much strain and too much trace chemicals, minerals, and buckets of sugar. General "mmmm :/ Don't Like THAT ™" energy from the Goo causing it too try and constantly burning it all out of existence. Endlessly.

The more he put in, the more there was to burn. The more there was to burn, the more tired he became. The more tired he became... well, the more he put in. It was a slowly lethal starvation cycle. Big Yikes.

The TEA on the other hand? Those are leaves. The good recognizes leaves and water. Other various plants, dried or otherwise. It ignores them as "fine" until they reach a "problematic" threshold, apparently? So... *blank look at the doctor*

*sighs in medical professional*

Tea? Good. Satan Can of Halfa Poison? Bad. Please drink tea.

👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

And it's like MAGIC. He's suddenly BACK, baby! Ha ha ha! Skulker you fuckin THOUGHT?! Oh it's 2am? Well SUPRISE bitch! He's bright eyed and bushy tailed! His grades are up AND he's beating you like a drum! He has ice breakers for old people discussions now!! The local Tea Shops have NEVER been so well protected.

He actually manages to graduate with not just decent grades? But GOOD ones.

And the second. The INSTANT. He is legally his own man? Has his important paperwork squirrelled away and the go bags safely WELL outside of Amity. It's time. He meets OUTSIDE the house, because he's not an idiot. He's been practicing his Clones and has them ready to grab his parents so he can get out of there alive. Jazz is on video call from Star city.

His parents... suspected. Not at first, but as goofy as they are? They aren't ACTUALLY idiots. They've been watching, going over old research. Trying, failing, to get in touch with the League to have THEIR team test their research. Peer review is critical after all. They... they had been so certain. Are still somewhat certain.

But their research doesn't exactly ACCOUNT for this "halfa" phenomenon. So, there is a very real chance they are missing something. The one thing the DO know? Danny is their son. Stuck in some eternal mortally wounded state or not, he is a hero. And they weren't there for him.

They can't change their beliefs on a dime. But they've clearly missed a great deal. And refuse to fall to academic bias. The very thing that got them LAUGHED AT for decades. Mocked and belittled. This is their life's work. By God they WILL find out the truth.

It's? Better then he could have hoped. Not perfect. But better.

He helps set up safeties and a security check point at the portal. Both sides. He's kinda a big deal these days, mom, dad. Ghost scientists eager to work with them. A whole TEAM under their command. It certain endears ghosts to them a whole lot more. Then?

Copy of the blue prints, go bag turned into normal bags, Danny's off to college.

Bounces from major to major. Nothing really capturing his interest. As he aged, he's need less sleep. Gotten stronger. Grown into his father's height and grandfathers build. Tucker keeps calling him a dorito. Danny retaliates with Ancient Egyptian Cyber/Pharoah Twink allegations. According to SAM they are both dumbasses.

She's not WRONG... but hey D:<

Eventually? A really niche botany seminar run by Pamela Isely catches the attention of Tucker, who forwards it to him n Sam. Nice ™. It's being held in her Murder Park! Cool! Obviously they have to go. So off to Gotham they go. And? When they get there? Sam is APPALLED.

She may HATE landlords as much as the next activist.... but LOOK at all these run down, foreclosed, rotting buildings! Beautiful gothic infrastructure! Those could be businesses or homes! Danny, busy with signing them up, makes the mistake of tuning her out as she rants in fury. She does this some times. Needs to vent. Uh huh, you're very right. You should contact somebody. I agree. Mmmhmmm.

Hey, Sam, Ms. Isely needs your-....

Sam?

Oh FUCK ™.

By the time the Seminar come around? Sam has violently kicked in the door of more then a feel reality offices. Owns QUITE a few buildings. Danny is sweating. She... she's doing the THING again. The "gimme your Ghost Crew, I KNOW you have a highly specific Ghost Crew, don't you DARE lie to me or I take your knee caps, Danny" stare.

>.> Sam you can't keep doin- *stare intensifies* Yes Ma'am. *Pulls out Fenton phone* and so? Here come the renovation crew. The ONLY honest building Crew in all of Gotham. They cut no corners. Can't be threatened. Gangs, villians, and even local government office try to arrange... accidents on the build sites.

Nothing. Nada. In fact, it turns out more dangerous for THEM then this crew of outsiders!

Wtf!

Then? After these two College age weirdos finish Poison Fuckin Ivys HIGHLY SUSPECT biology seminar? Manson fucks off to who knows where! Leaving what HAS to be "the muscle" behind. Cause I mean? Look, at the guy! He's huge! And what does he do?

Goes building to building. Rents them out to low income families. Honest, hard working shop keepers. And? Eventually decides to settle smack dab in the middle of Gotham, in the shadow of Wayne fuckin tower, spitting distance from the Space museum..... and open? A tea shop? The FUCK?

"The Zone".

In a weird shade of green. With little ghosts, wearing crowns, because and I quote "it's funny"? Certainly crazy enough for Gotham. But like, it's loud as FUCK here. Crowded. There are gas attacks and shit. It'll never las-....

It stays untouched for MONTHS.

Sometimes being the ONLY building near it to be untouched. Gas NEVER getting in. The damn place a BUNKER. And? Despite looking like it's two floors? It's three. You enter and your actually on the second floor. No one's even sure where the fuck the guy LIVES, since he never seems to leave.

Not only THAT. But it... it's like one of those old school apothecaries. Big ol bank of drawers. Guy'll mix up your blend for you right as you watch. Tea nuts are actually risking COMING to Gotham to try his stuff. Writing articles. Apparently he has some pretty rare shit in those drawers.

Some UNKNOWN shit, according to one guy on ViewTube.

There's this whole debate on if it's Ultra Super Rare or that means it's just super cheap knock off crap. Some of them he won't make for people, even if they ask. There's a rumor it's for Meta's with specific diets. Or alien blends. But no one can verify that. Cause like?

Anyone who tries to cause trouble?

Can't fucking FIND the place. And if you're already inside? You just... drop. Stone cold unconscious. It's definitely magic but no one knows if it's HIS or Manson's? You know? He won't talk. Gets annoyed when harrased.

Which off course!

Leaves Only ONE gentleman for the job. An elite special forces trained expert. Polite, dignified, enjoyer of fine Teas. Alfred "Why do you chucklefucks keep forgetting I was in the Queens Service and a Registered Badass" Pennyworth.

After all! He DOES have the days shopping to do.

@babbling-babull @the-witchhunter @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @lolottes

[sturniololoco]

I KNOW YOURE CLEANING OUT YOUR INBOX BUT I WAS THINKING AFTER THE TRIPLETS NEW VID TODAY

SLS where reader and chris are the only two who dont test positive for covid, so they have to hunker down in chris’ room together. except, her and chris arent as close as her and nick and her and matt, so they disagree and argue a bit before they make up and bond <33

Covid

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: Sick, language, fighting, etc.

SLS/N's POV

Nick got covid right after last week's Friday video, then passed it on to Matt, so they both have to quarantine by themselves. Chris and I were still standing though, but now we had to quarantine together in his room, in the hope of avoiding the sickness.

"Hey, guys. As you know Nick got covid and now Matt has it now. So I'm stuck with this goofball until they all feel better," Chris said to the vlog.

I rolled my eyes and stuck my AirPods in my ears, not wanting to put up with his shit at the moment.

Chris and I aren't as close as I am with Matt and Nick. I'm not sure why though, I guess I just drift to people who aren't annoying little grimlins every time you try and talk to them.

-

It was finally dark outside and it was time for bed. after a day of hearing Chris talk and talk and talk into a camera has made my head began to throb.

But I wasn't going to bed anytime soon.

Chris was playing fortnight with Matt right now, and being extremely loud while doing it, banging on the table and screaming our strings of cuss words.

I walk over to his closet, yawning, pulling out one of his fresh Love hoodies and throwing it on, leaving the hood on. I snuggle under Chris's covers, getting warm, and being so tired that I fell fast asleep in the middle of my brothers bed, even with him screaming in the background.

Chris's POV

"Alright man, I'm tired as fuck. I'm signing off." I heard Matt say through my headset. I told him I loved him, then turned off my PC.

After throwing on some sweats and a sleep shirt, I walk over to my bed, ready to crash.

But I stop once I see SLS/N laying in the middle, snuggled up in one of my hoodies that was too big for her.

I couldn't help but thinking how adorable she looked, snapping a picture then sending it to Matt and Nick.

I eventually came to the conclusion that I was just gonna lift her really fast. I snaked my arms up under her and picked her up bridal style before laying down with her in my lap.

As I pulled the blankets up, I hear her mumble something incoherent in her sleep, snuggling close into my chest. I wrap my arms around her, drifting to sleep myself.

SLS/N's POV

I woke up this morning to the pounding headache that hadn't gone away over night like I hoped. I opened my back pack full of things I brought from my room and pulled out my emergency bottle of Tylenol, I climbed back into bed, popping two in my mouth.

Chris was still asleep, but I really wanted to snuggle up into his warmth like last night. I don't know why, but it felt so good getting cuddles from him. Probably because we don't hang out enough for me to ever get some on the regular.

I ever so gently lifted his arm, crawling under it before letting it go. I felt him stir as his hand hit the mattress and look up just in time to see him blink the sleep from his eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean too wake you up." I mumbled, kind of embarrassed.

"Its fine, I promise. Are you okay?" He asked, probably seeing the squint my face was making due to the throbbing in my head.

I shrugged and told him my head still hurt like a bitch.

"Well why don't you do your covid test then hop in the shower while you wait, The hot water will probably help your head." He said, reaching over to his night stand to grab a new test.

-

I hop out of the shower and change into some sweats and one of Chris's big t-shirts, then immediately go and check my test.

I reads negative, as does the one next to it which I assume is Chris's. I sigh in relief, not wanting to get sick at all.

-

I walk into Chris’s bedroom to see him scrolling on his phone in his bed. l’m surprised when I see him put his phone down and open his arms for a cuddle. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his torso, the awkwardness only lasting half a second.

“hey sissy?” I hear him mumble quietly into my hair. I hum in response. He clears his throat thickly and I can hear the emotion in his throat.

“I just wanted to say that I’m glad we got to spend this time with you. I love you so so much and that will never change.”

I look up to see a tear fall from his eye, but he quickly whipes it away. I feel my own tears coming and I snuggle up close into his chest.

“That was cringey.” I say, laughing out a sob. He chuckles and wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tight.

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[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Soup (leeminho)

So maybe going for a night run in the middle of a particularly cold december right after an exhausting day at work wasn't the best decision. Also going to sleep with your full head of wet post shower hair wasn't one of your smartest ideas either. But you were just too tired and too unbothered to blow dry it. Problem is you're now waking up feeling cold, with a pretty stuffed nose, a pesky headache and your whole body feeling all sore and weak.

You try to forcefully breathe out of your nostrils only to find them annoyingly blocked and achy, you reach out onto your nightstand to grab a few tissues and try to blow your nose as quietly as possible, considering your boyfriend is still fast asleep right next to you, his mouth open in a triangular shape, the softest snoring coming from it as his messy hair spread out on the pillow: "ah-aahhtchu!!".

There you go. All your best efforts ruined. Just like that. With a single loud sneeze that literally makes Minho jolt awake: "aigo! Oh god!", he blurts out, a shocked and confused expression on his face as he looks around him only to find you staring at him, mortified as you wipe your nose with a tissue, "I am so sorry, I did not mean to wake you, I didn't think I was gonna sneeze that loud", you mumble apologetically and he just blinks a few times, he pushes his hair back away from his face and nods, "it's alright. Are you okay?", he asks then, pulling the sheets up back over his body and resting his head on the pillow, you rub your forehead in little circles with your pointer finger and shake your head no, "I think I have a pretty bad cold. Feeling very achy and stuffed, my head is splitting", you list your symptoms in a low voice, still a little heavy with sleep.

He yawns loudly, pulling you close to him in an unexpected embrace, "mmh", he hums softly, then places his lips on your forehead, pressing the softest little kiss there which feels so tender, so intimate it makes you melt a little. If it wasn't for your body actually feeling cold all over you could have actually just liquify right then and there for attempting to take your temperature like that is exactly what your mum used to do when you were a kid and were feeling sick.

"You are a little warm, but not too much", Minho mumbles, hugging you even tighter, nuzzling in your neck and it feels so amazing to have him in your arms, so cuddly and soft and sleepy, your congested nose still managing to pick up the scent of his skin and his hair and his deodorant and you just wish you could stay like that until your cold goes away. But you know you can't. For Minho's sake you know you should stay away.

You brush his hair gently and try to nudge him a little bit, "I don't think you should stick to me like this babe, you might get sick as well", you whisper, feeling the need to blow your nose once again as you then pat down the mattress looking for the crumpled tissue you placed there somewhere, Minho giggles softly and only presses further against your chest, "mmh I don't care, give me all of your germs", he snickers and you can't help but laugh a little even while rolling your eyes playfully, "I'm serious Min, I'm feeling really gross right now, I don't want to contaminate you", you try once again, actually pressing the tissue up to your nose, "at this point in our relationship I reckon we shared basically every kind of body fluid y/n, do you think I give a damn if I get a runny nose? It's just a cold, your body is just acting up cause you're tired, I'm pretty sure you don't even have a fever".

Truth to be told you weren't feeling exactly ill. You weren't getting the shakes or cold sweats, you were just cold and achy and your head hurt because of your stuffed nose. But you still cared enough about your boyfriend not to want him to risk it, "Minho I'm like 2 seconds away to sneeze a hundred times and kick you out of the bed", you try once again and this time, huffing and puffing, he finally gives up and forces himself out of bed, "fine fine. I'll leave. I'm feeling hungry anyway, do you want breakfast?", he asks, stretching out his harms, his shirt riding up his sides and torso, exposing his abs and pelvis line which looks oh so great.

You tuck yourself further down into bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin and shake your head,"I don't really feel like eating I just want to sleep", you sigh, "okay, rest up. But you'll need to eat something later on, or else you won't be strong enough to recover from this terrible cold", he teases, crunching down at your level and poking your reddened nose, and you can't help but smile bittersweetly my at him, your heart aching a little.

"My grandpa used to say the same. I remember when I was a kid whenever I got ill my parents would drop me off at my grandparents so they wouldn't have to miss work and my grandma would knit woolen blankets for me and my grandpa would always make me egg drop soup and be all dramatic about how I needed protein and warmth in order to beat whatever virus I used to get in the winter", you reminisce, suddenly feeling so nostalgic as your eyes water a bit, thinking about how it's already been two years since your beloved grandpa passed away.

You stifle back a sob and press the back of your hands firmly against your eyelids, trying to stop them from letting your tears drop and Minho looks at you so softly, a gentle, sorry smile on his lips, "your grandpa was so right, I'm sure he was such a wise, caring man", you nod and beam at him, your eyes now feeling droopy and heavy, "yeah, he was. You would have loved him… ".

Knowing just how much Minho cares for his family and especially for his grandparents, you make sure he knows just how serious your words are and how sure you are your late relative would have actually adored your boyfriend," he would have loved you too, just like his own grandson, I'm certain",you add quietly and you can see Minho visibly swallowing down a lump in his throat, he blinks his shiny eyes upwards for a second, possibly trying to force back fresh tears, he clears his throat and smiles fondly at you, "I appreciate that. A lot. Now try to get some sleep yeah? I'll be downstairs".

You're not sure how long you have been asleep for but one thing that's strikingly certain is that as you slowly open your eyes and adjust to the light once again you realise there is actually no bright light to adjust to: your bedroom isn't pitch black but the sky outside your window is definitely dark blue and the pale yellow moon is definitely shining up there.

You grab at the pile of used tissues on your night stand, trying to find the box to get a new one, feeling a little disoriented as you find no old tissues. You pull yourself up a little and realise your pillow and your clothes and your whole room smells like fresh eucalyptus and menthol and your nose doesn't actually feel stuffy anymore.

You also feel pleasantly warm and rested, no trace left of your body aches, no more splitting headache. You rub your eyes until you can finally focus them on the essential oil diffuser steaming in the corner of the room that definitely wasn't there before, and the baby pink crochet blanket still spread out on top of your legs, that also wasn't there when you fell back asleep.

"Oh, you're finally awake. Hi!", Minho suddenly walks into the room, a pile of fresh loundry in his arms and a little srmik on his face as he sits on the edge of the bed, "are you feeling a little better?", he asks, "y-yeah. Much better, actually. Did you do this?", you gesture all around the room, pointing at the blanket and the diffuser, the clean surface of your nightstand, and he shrugs, "yup. You're a very heavy sleeper when you're sick. I could've vacuumed this whole place and you would have still been fast asleep. I think you only stirred like once, and you slept for a full 9 and half hours too", "9 AND HALF HOURS? WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN IT'S ALMOST 7 PM?", you shriek, looking at your home screen that reads 6.45 pm.

Minho giggles and folds a couple shirts in his lap, "I just told you, you're quite the heavy sleeper. Now, do you feel like having some dinner? Or at least drinking some water? I tried to make this room as humid and as less dehydrating as possible but you should definitely have some water", he offers and you nod assuredly, your stomach grumbling at the sole mention of food.

"Yeah definitely. Let me just freshen up and I'll be downstairs so we can have dinner together. I'm sorry I slept through the entire day, you must have felt so lonely and bored", you admit sheepishly, feeling grateful for he clearly got busy and made sure you recovered quickly and took care of the laundry you knew had been piling up and probably even prepared dinner, "that's okay, I finally know what it feels like when I'm jet legged as fuck and sleep all day and you're left on your own for hours on end, it's not fun but oh well, I can keep busy".

Once you had a nice warm shower and changed into clean sweats you hop downstairs, feeling very well rested and serene, and exponentially hungry as you walk into the kitchen to down your body weight in water and food, already smelling a delicious, somewhat familiar aroma in the air.

Minho places a lid over a pot and slides out a chair at the table for you, even helping you sit in it before filling up a tall glass of water for you, "so… I know it won't obviously taste the same as your grandpa's but I did call your grandma to get the recipe down, she was a great help and since she's out bowling with her chess club friends she says she'll call you tomorrow in the morning but anyway… Hopefully this is nice enough".

Your eyes shoot up as Minho stands behind your chair and serves you a steaming, deliciously smelling bowl of egg drop soup and looks at you expectantly: "you-you made my granddad's soup for me?", you stutter, your eyes already filling up with sappy tears, "I tried my best. Wouldn't say it's just like the one he used to make but it's my attempt at it".

Your throat feels dry and it's not your cold it's literally your heart sucking up all the moisture in your body and shooting it up to your eyes now fully streaming with tears as you grab into Minho's hands resting on your shoulders and kiss them repeatedly, holding firmly onto his wrists and his forearms until he bends down a little. You tilt your head back and he meets you halfway to let you kiss him over and over, "you are the best thing that has ever happen to me Lee Minho, God I love you, I love you so fucking much".

[sillyguy99]

* don't look now, but i lost my shoe.

(Undertale Sans x Reader)

Chapter One: * what's with these homies, dissin' my girl?

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Notice:

(This story is nearly 5 years old, and though it doesn't show my best work, I decided to post it, just because I stopped it at chapter 18, when there were only 2 more chapters left to finish it. So... I'm gonna give it another shot – making minor edits to make the plot less dramatic and angsty, lol.)

(***Also, since Tumblr has a more limited format: italic texts are from you, the reader, and bold texts are from others.)

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You've changed.

The best thing your boss did was to give you that warning.

You shouldn't keep working for the law if you're just gonna be a traitor.

How am I a traitor?

You work 9 to 5, sometimes 8 to 6, for the benefit of monsters.

Now, all of a sudden, our sex life goes down the drain.

I haven't slept with you since you got that promotion, and that was two whole months ago.

I'm supposed to be your husband, but you've left me in the dry.

I'm tired.

And I refuse to sleep with someone who won't support me in my new job.

Or should I remind you said I wasn't a real detective?

That my degree's 'worth shit', simply because of the field I'm working in these days?

               The rest is an ongoing, fruitless conversation you can't bother yourself with.

               Through reading those texts for what has to be the twentieth time today, you sigh, hiccup, and close your eyes tight, lifting your face slightly to avoid letting tears fall. 

               Barely two hours are left until he comes home to drop off your child, and the mere thought that you have to sleep with him five hours after that makes your stomach twist and churn. You don't want to imagine him naked: panting, heavy, and on top of you again, doing whatever he pleases with little regards to your own limits. Nausea takes over – violent, making you open your eyes and suppress a gag.

               You really, really don't want anything to do with him anymore.

               Yet, he insists you should remain married until your child reaches their eighteenth birthday.

               “At least wait until they're grown up,” he said. “Cuz what's six more years? Be honest with me.” Then, he chuckled. “As ugly as you frown when you see me, I doubt you hate me that much.”

               That had been a year ago.

               Would you really have to wait five more years until your freedom?

               The thought sends chills down your spine.

               While he was a good father, that adjective didn't really fit next to husband. 

               At the beginning of your marriage, yes – he was the best spouse you could ask for.

               Now?

               You'd rather eat drywall than have to spend a single second near him – without your child around, of course.

               With your newest agreement, it felt more as if your husband were a client, his payment being not making your life hell, and your service what he claimed was something a wife should be willing to give twenty-four seven.

               You shake your head and search for a distraction amongst the people surrounding the bar, aware you can only end up worse if you continue to dwell on the subject. The air presses down on you hot and heavy, a feeling that only increases the more time you stay seated without doing anything for your growing aches. Your sole companion is your mind when you realize you're too overcome with emotions to talk to someone without scaring them off. Chatter drowns out coherent thinking and sensory overload begins to show by how difficult breathing becomes. Seeking an escape route, you hold the bartender back with a raised hand and an 'excuse me'. Then, you ask him for some bottled water – the only kind he could touch willingly. Small embers flutter around the air as he turns around, leaving you alone with burning cheeks and a pounding headache. 

               Groaning, you pinch the bridge of your nose and blink through your blurry vision. Then, you adjust your glasses – despite knowing the excess shots have pretty much screwed you over already. The hour marked on your phone surfaces a sigh. How fast time seems to be going makes you notice you currently only have around an hour left before your husband arrives with your child. They would be staying with you while he went off to work, and the least you wanted was to look washed up for his arrival.

               "need somethin' else, pal?"

               You jolt at the new voice, deep and hearty.

               Reluctantly, you cast your gaze up to see a skeleton monster standing behind the counter, now glossy with polish. His face is tough to make out with the blurriness, yet you can tell he's looking at you. From the way he stands behind the counter and the stuffy look his suit gives off with its pristine and exaggerated formality, you figure he's a new employee. His newbie appearance doesn't erase the warm and welcoming aura most bartenders appear to carry by default, however. Instead, it makes his smile and words more genuine in his approach.

               It takes you a while to respond aside from shaking your head – mind hazy and disoriented. You thank him and sweep the water bottle off the counter, then turn the lid open, breathe in deep, and take a series of long, greedy gulps. Finally, you set it back down, more than half of it already gone.

               One more screw up, and you were out of your job at the law department for good.

               It doesn't help that you're currently hanging out at a place strictly and utterly forbidden by your boss: a hole-in-the-wall bar and grill establishment open to all, kept family-friendly during the day and becoming more daring during the night. It has been long since you ever drank alcohol of any sort, and it's beginning to show. You can hardly sit without tumbling pitifully to the side.

               “hey.”

               You're snapped back toward reality through the feeling of someone resting their arms over the counter, facing you and waiting for your return. 

               You frown and look up from the water bottle to see the same skeleton – his previous stuffy appearance appearing more natural now that he's taken off his tie and left two of the shirt's buttons unfastened.

               "i’m no expert on humans, but you look like you could use someone to talk to."

               You feel hazy again.

               And whether due to the drinks or the heat, you're not too certain of.

               But – right now – you're positive about one thing. 

               “U- Um…”

               As you wipe a tear off your cheek and burst out half a sob and half a laugh, you realize you really could use someone to talk to.

               “Thank you.”

[massivedrickhead]

17, please? (If it's been done I'm sorry I didn't see it).

I'll be honest, I didn't really have it in me today. I want to keep the streak going, but I'm not really happy with this. So I'm sorry if it sucks, and I'm sorry it's so short. This is all I can do today.

17. “You’re so cute when you’re tired and speaking in half-sentences.”

Prompt taken from here

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It was a little after 5 am when Chloe returned home from her night shift at the vet clinic. 

She expected a quiet house, and she’d planned to just crawl straight into bed and curl up with Beca before she had to leave for work. 

She was bone-tired. Her feet were burning, her back aching, and a headache had settled right behind her eyes.

She’d finally finished her two nightshifts of the month - which had ended up being back-to-back this time - and she couldn’t wait for some much-needed time off.

Really, all she wanted to do was sleep.

Chloe was surprised then when she got home and found Beca sitting up at the kitchen table, typing away on her laptop and stopping periodically to rub at her eyes.

“Hey,” Beca said, grinning sleepily at Chloe when she walked through the door. “How was work?”

“Long,” Chloe mumbled, slumping down into the chair beside Beca. “Exauhsting. Why are you up? Too early,” she said, through a yawn.

“Work,” Beca answered with a shrug. “One of our artists is on tour in Europe at the moment, and apparently he couldn’t wait for normal office hours to rearrange his set.”

“Been up long?” Chloe asked, her head coming to rest on her folded arms.

“A couple of hours,” Beca said. “I finished a little bit ago, but I figured I’d wait up for you.”

Chloe gave her a tired grin. “You’re sweet.”

“And you’re so cute when you’re tired and don’t speak in full sentences. Shall we go to bed?”

“Please,” Chloe said, gratefully taking Beca’s hand.

Chloe changed out of her scrubs and into a pair of pyjamas before crawling into bed next to Beca, who was already propped up against the pillow typing something into her phone.

Chloe tapped her on the arm, and Beca lifted it to allow Chloe to cuddle into her side.

“No work,” Chloe said.

“Yes ma’am,” Beca replied, putting her phone down on the nightstand. “You’re not back at work until Monday now, right?”

Chloe gave a grunt of affirmation, her eyes already closed, sleep only seconds away.

“What should we do with our day off together? It’s been a while since we had one.”

“Sleep,” Chloe said.

“You wanna sleep all day?”

“No,” Chloe replied. “I want you to sleep now.”

“Sorry,” Beca said, with a light chuckle.

Beca closed her eyes and took a breath that seemed to fill up her whole chest. 

Any stress she’d been feeling from work melted away, and she couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face.

“I love these moments with you,” Beca said. She pressed a kiss to the top of Chloe’s head. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too,” Chloe replied, her voice little more than an exhale. “But if you don’t go to sleep, I’m gonna start asking for a divorce.”

[bellysoupset]

I love the carsickness story! Dizzy Leo and concerned Jonah is EVERYTHING!!!!!

If you do decide to do a part 2, I have an idea. You don't have to use it, but hear me out:

So, most of the time carsickness can last for a few hours, but sometimes it can take MUCH longer. Same night in the motel, Jon wakes up to the sound of Leo vomiting in the bathroom. They're both confused because they thought Leo would be better by then, and Leo is just so upset about being sick that he's an adorably pathetic combination of sick, emotional, and grumpy, and as concerned as Jon is he can't help but find it a little adorable.

Also, maybe Bella has a horrible headache that makes her nauseous in the middle of the night and Luke is super worried about her.

Suddenly, Wendy and Vince are woken up and are transitioning between helping Leo and Jon to helping Luke and Bell, and they're both just so tired but neither of them are gonna stop helping until Leo's and Bell's auditions for the freaking Exorcist are over.

P.S. I started cackling as I wrote that last sentence. I'm so effing sleep deprived!!😭😭😭

Double whammy of Leo&Bell in pain! Just changing the timing because since they left Maine at 8 AM and the trip lasted only 2 hours, there's no way part two would take place in the middle of the night.

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Jonah wasn't trying to be an asshole. Not really, he didn't slip out of the room, once Leo was finally asleep for good and no longer dry heaving every thirty minutes in the ice bucket, just to be a dick to his friends.

However, he couldn't pretend to be happy about the situation. Anyone with more than three working neurons would've been able to tell that putting Leo in a van, a vehicle famous for setting off motion sickness, for four hours, had a very high chance of ending up with him hurling. Jon couldn't understand how he was supposed to act like this wasn't Bella's fault, when she could've easily prevented this by not puppy eyeing her way into going to a fucking music festival when she could barely stay awake more than a couple of hours and wouldn't even enjoy the bloody thing!

So yeah, he wasn't trying to be a dick but it was really hard not to be one right now.

There was a small diner, adjacent to the motel, and Jonah slipped in, stomach growling painfully since it was well past midday and he was so used to having an early lunch thanks to work. He didn't expect to find Bella, Luke, Wendy and Vince inside, but that was on him, he should've guessed they were hungry too.

If Jonah could turn around and pretend he didn't know them, he would have, because right now he was far too angry to be able to keep a pleasant conversation. Instead, Vince spotted him from across the diner and waved, smiling brightly.

"Come sit down, we're just about to order!"

Bless his soul, Jonah thought bitterly, stepping closer and avoiding looking at Bella, lest the nastiest part of him snapped at her.

"What are you ordering?" he asked, sitting next to Wendy and glaring at the plastic menu in front of him.

"How's Leo?" Bella asked, causing Jonah to grit his teeth.

"Asleep," he said, roughly, before turning to Vince, "so? What are you ordering?

"I got a greek salad," Wendy replied, raising an eyebrow, "did he take the dramamine?"

"Yes," Jonah squeezed the menu in his hands, trying to focus on the goodies that were probably filled with saturated fat, "I'm gonna get the chicken salad."

"I'm really sorry, Jon," Bella said, reaching over the table to grab his hand, "really, I didn't think-"

"Clearly," he interrupted her, then before he could take the words back, Lucas let out a scoff.

"Don't be such a prick, it's no one's fault," he said strongly. If Jonah had ever considered letting go of the matter with Bell's apology, he immediately changed his mind, zeroing Luke's face with a cold glare.

"It absolutely is her fault Leo just got so sick he can't get up from the bed! Anyone with a brain could realize he'd get carsick in a trip like this and we're only here because none of you can tell her no!"

"Jonah, calm do-" Wendy started, but he jerked away from her hand when it came to rest on his bicep, face burning, still glaring at Lucas, who seemed to inflate with just as much anger.

"Leo is a fucking adult who could've said no himself," Luke spat, "you treat him like a child, he's a grown man and if he's sick that sucks, but it's not Bell's fault-"

"So it's fine to push him around to make her happy, but Bella can't take any fucking responsibility!?" Jonah slammed his hand on the table and he was aware he was causing a scene, aware he wasn't that furious at Bella and this was all just exacerbated by the fact that Luke got on his nerves like no one else could. Still, that did not stop him.

"Push him around!?" Lucas stood up too, raising his voice, "who pushed him around!? We asked a simple question and he could've said no! You're acting like a dick because things didn't go your way, just grow the fuck up-"

"Luke, stop," Bella grabbed at his sleeve, trying to pull him down, "Jon's right, it's my-"

"Nice to know just how much you care about him or literally anyone who's not Bella," Jonah cut her off, "you selfish prick."

"You're such a fucking asshole, Jonah! He's carsick! He's not dying!"

"And Bella has four stitches, so we have to go on a fucking road trip to keep her happy! Hypocrite much?"

"Could you two stop?" Vince interrupted them, yanking at Lucas' arm and forcing him to sit back down, "I don't care if you want to squabble like two teenagers, but this is a family dinner, so show some fucking respect. Shut up, Jonah," he snapped as Jon opened his mouth, "either solve this outside or you both shut the fuck up."

"Fine," Jonah scoffed, getting up and power walking outside, "as soon as Leo is better we're getting the fuck out of here."

He was still seething as he entered their room back again, almost trembling with rage to quell the desire to slam the door shut, but not wanting to wake Leo up...

"Leo?" Jonah frowned, his voice coming out at least an octave deeper with how angry he was. The bed was empty, "Leo?"

"Here..." Leo croaked from the bathroom and Jonah took a deep breath to calm himself down, before walking to his boyfriend.

He was expecting to find Leo looking like death, but still he wasn't prepared. His hair was matted down and he was shirtless, lying against the bathtub while his chest heaved with a tired panting.

"Why are you shirtless?" Jonah frowned, crouching down and Leo let out a tired scoff, his head lolling a little as if his neck couldn't support it.

"Puked on my shirt."

"Fuck," Jonah cupped his cheeks, "the meds did nothing?"

"Made my puke pink," Leo said playfully, before pushing Jon's hand off his cheek so he could pitch forward with a gag, hastily pushing the toilet lid up. He coughed and gagged, bringing up frothy bile and then letting out a whimper, resting his forehead to the cold ceramic.

"My stomach hurts," he whined, shoulders shaking as he gulped down the tears, "Jon, I feel like shit..."

"I know, I know," Jonah bit down his lip, rubbing his naked back. He wanted Leo in a hospital, with a nice IV hooked to his arm, zofran knocking him out. Instead they were in the middle of nowhere and he could clearly tell Leo was starting to get dehydrated.

"Please do something," Leo whimpered, hugging his stomach with both arms, "I don't understand how I'm-" he gulped down, "still sick..."

Jonah felt helpless as he said, "you gotta drink water, Leo."

"It's just gonna come back up," the blonde groaned, curling up as much as he could, "everything else did..."

"I know, but at least it won't hurt your throat as much and you won't be super dehydrated..."

Leo groaned and moaned as Jonah stepped outside the bathroom, returning with a bottle of water, "do I really have to?"

"Yes," he turned the cap, holding it to his lips, "c'mon baby, little gulps."

If Jonah ever entertained the idea the water was staying down, Leo got rid of that notion by burping against his hand, then mumbling "shit-" and turning to the toilet as the water came back up, just as transparent, practically ready to be bottled up again.

He panted heavily over the toilet, squeezing his eyes shut, "my head hurts..."

"It's because you're dehydrated," Jonah said, his heart squeezing, "let's try the water again, just a little sip."

Two hours later and a whole water bottle completely wasted and Jonah was at his wits end. Leo had long given up leaning over the toilet, since he had nothing to bring up, and was lying on the bathroom floor, his cheek pressed to Jonah's thigh, crying.

Or at least Jon thought he was crying, he wasn't exactly sure since the tears were few and scarce.

"Shhh, close your eyes," Jon combed his fingers through his hair, "your brain should make sense we're not moving soon..."

"Is this..." Leo sniffled, muffling a sick belch against his jeans, "is this how your vertigo feels?"

Jonah raised an eyebrow, "I wouldn't know," he said, instead of answering worse, since he didn't want Leo to think he was being a baby. He wasn't being a baby, he was in pain.

"I'm so hungry," Leo groaned, rubbing his own stomach, "but just thinking about food..." he gagged and Jonah tensed up, wondering if he was about to get another splash of acid on his jeans. He was incredibly glad he hadn't eaten anything either, otherwise he'd have puked by now.

There was a knock on the door and Jonah let out a scoff, thumping his head back softly against the tiles. If it was Lucas acting like a kicked puppy, he didn't want to hear.

"Jon, the door..."

"I don't care," Jonah rubbed Leo's arm up and down, noticing he was covered in goosebumps from lying on the cold ground, "baby, let's go back to the bed?"

"I don't feel... Jon, I'm gonna puke again..."

"Right now?" Jonah grabbed his bicep, ready to hoist him up, but Leo shook his head, gulping down as acid reflux hit his throat.

"Soon..."

"Yeah, no," Jon decided, grabbing Leo and pulling him sitting up, "you're gonna catch fucking pneumonia lying on this cold ground, you can puke in the bucket by the bed, c'mon."

It was a hassle to bring Leo back to the bed when he was so unsteady on his feet and once they fell on the mattress, Jonah considered just lying there, with his boyfriend starfished on top of him, before there was yet another knock on the door.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, causing Leo to whine against his neck.

"Don't yell, my head is killing me..."

"Sorry," Jonah rolled them on the bed, fixing Leo's head on the pillow, "give me a second..." he walked to the door, deciding that he would punch Luke if he said yet another stupidity.

It was much to his surprise when he opened the door and his visitor was nearly an entire foot shorter than he was expecting.

Wendy was holding a little to-go box of food and she was pouting, "peace offering?"

Jonah raised his eyebrows, unsure if he accepted the peace offering when he knew damn well Wendy never let anything go, "what do you want?"

"I brought you food, since you're probably starving," she answered instead, holding the box before his face. He let out a sigh, stepping to the side in a wordless acceptance of her white flag and she entered the room, immediately gasping.

"Leo?!"

"Yeah, he's still throwing up, I don't know what to do..." Jonah said, while Wendy abandoned the box in the tiny table next to the frigobar and rushed to the bed, touching Leo's clammy cheeks.

"Hey, blondie, open your eyes for me..."

"He's awake, he's just weak," Jonah vouched, opening the box and immediately stuffing his mouth with the fried chicken she had brought. His stomach was hurting from hunger.

"Leo?" Wendy patted his cheeks, "honey, hey... Can you hear me?"

"Why are you in my room?" Leo answered and Jonah snorted at the bitchy type of comment that was normally reserved for his ears only. Wendy let out a relieved sigh.

"You look like death."

"Thanks, I feel like death too," Leo croaked, turning his face away from her touch, "stop pinching me."

"He's dehydrated," Wendy said, squeezing the skin between her index and thumb.

Jonah rolled his eyes, "I know, but he stopped puking for twenty minutes now. I'm gonna try water again."

"Water won't do," Wendy scoffed, getting up, "I still have the sublingual zofran I got for the Sicily trip..."

"You do?" Jon raised his eyebrows and Wendy glared at him.

"You'd know if you weren't sulking in your room."

"Stop being mean to him," Leo groaned, shoving Wendy's knee and she slapped his hand away, unbothered by the fact he was sick or not.

"I'm gonna be mean to him all I want. Ask your boyfriend why he made Bella cry," she said, before getting up and barging out to grab the medicine. Leo groaned, taking a second to be able to look at Jonah with glassy, unfocused eyes.

"You didn't."

"I didn't," Jonah agreed, but he wasn't sure of it. He had been so furious at Luke, he hadn't actually spared Bell a glance. Guilt made his stomach churn, "I don't think I did."

"Jon..." Leo groaned, then grimaced, planting a hand on his chest, his throat bobbing up and down. Jonah sighed, crossing the room in two steps and grabbing the ice bucket, holding it under Leo's chin to catch a thin dribble of water and bile.

The blonde groaned loudly, forcing up a sick belch and then collapsing against the pillows, struggling to catch his breath. He closed his eyes again, a pained frown on, then rasped, "go apologize..."

"You're out of your mind, poor thing," Jonah rolled his eyes, rubbing his back, "take a breath, baby, Wendy's got the good drugs. They'll knock you right out."

"Uhm..." Leo winced as a cramp hit his stomach, "apologize, Jon."

"Nope," Jonah leaned in, kissing his temple, "shhhh, stop talking."

Wendy walked back in the room, holding a paper box with tiny pink meds and now with a bottle of gatorade in her other hand. Jonah felt incredibly grateful, his cheeks burning with a guilty blush.

Surely Wendy was just exaggerating it, right?

"Open up," she bossed and Jonah gently forced Leo to open his mouth, the blonde frowning with indignance, but far too weak to fight him. Once the little pill was put on his tongue, Wendy glanced at her phone, checking the time.

"We need to wait fifteen minutes," she said, as if Jon didn't know that already. He stared at Leo, who was not asleep, but seemed to be, face all slack, slumped over the pillow.

"I didn't make her cry, did I?" he asked in a low voice, brushing Leo's sweaty bangs away from his forehead.

Wendy scoffed, "yes, you did."

"Bella doesn't cry," he argued weakly and Wendy glared at him, moving so he couldn't avoid her eyes.

"She does when she's got brain surgery literally fifteen days ago and some jackass decides to yell at her for wanting to get out of the house."

"I didn't yell at her," Jonah pouted and Wendy leveled him with a cold glare.

"Lucas is going to punch your teeth in," she warned him, "and I'm not lifting a finger to help."

"You are terrible to me," Jonah groaned, moving his hand down to Leo's cheeks, "baby? Are you still awake?"

"Unfortunately," Leo whined, but he sounded much more at ease, "I think the meds are kicking in..."

Wendy glanced at her phone, lifting it up so Jonah could see only seven minutes had passed. It wasn't time enough for the medication to be really acting, but regardless Jonah stroked Leo's cheek, whispering, "good, let's wait just a little bit more, love."

"Uhm, kay..." Leo yawned, slumping even more against the pillows.

Wendy gestured to the door with her head, mouthing the words "go apologize" and Jonah frowned, glaring at Leo, as if to say he couldn't just leave him alone. She rolled her eyes in response and gestured at herself, "I'm here."

Realizing he'd have no choice but to apologize, Jonah got up from the bed with a groan of his own, "if Luke punches me, I'm punching right back."

"He's not gonna punch you..." Leo mumbled, sleepily and Jon rolled his eyes at his little reassurance.

"I'll be right back."

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As far as Luke was concerned, they should all just go and leave Jonah and Leo stranded behind. That'd teach him to not be a fucking asshole all the time.

Bella had started to openly cry in the diner and while Luke knew that the emotional fluctuations were a direct result of the head wound, that didn't stop him from seeing in red as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer.

"Shhh, Bell, calm down, calm down," he chanted, almost rocking her on the seat. Bella crying was out of character enough, but her crying in public and not minding it? He felt like he was the one with the head injury.

Vince let out a pitiful noise, moving closer, "beautiful, Jonah is just being a prick because he's worried about Leo, he doesn't mean that..." he reassured her, but Bella shook her head, her whole face all red.

"He-he-hessright," she sobbed, causing Luke to squeeze her just a little tighter.

"Jon hasn't been right about a thing in his entire life," he scoffed, kissing the top of her head, "don't listen to him, baby."

She wasn't listening, Jonah had successfully reduced Bella to a mess of nothing but tears and eventually they decided that having lunch there, where all the other patrons were still watching, wasn't gonna happen and they got their to-go boxes, Luke almost carrying Bell out of the seat as she still shook with sobs.

He was going to kill Jonah, he thought darkly, helping her into their room and trying, once again, to wipe the tears away, "babe, shhh, it's not that big of a deal, I promise you..."

"It - its though!" She curled up on the bed, hugging her knees, "he's right, it's my fault, I pro-proposed the trip, I-" her shoulders shook as she forced the words out, "I got Le-Leo sick and now Jon hates me and- I wish we had never gone in this st-stupid trip."

Lucas let out a scoff, rubbing her back, "no, Leo got sick, shit happens, it's got nothing to do with you..."

"You-you don't understand," Bella huffed, squirming away from him, "stop touching me."

"Bell..."

"S-stop!" She pushed him away, rolling on her side and curling up on fetal position on the bed, "just-just leave me alone."

Lucas moved away from her on the bed, but he didn't get up, watching her like a hawk. Eventually, the sobs stopped as Bella got knocked back, exhaustion taking her under.

There was a knock on the door and Lucas got up stiffly, cracking his neck. If it was Jon, he was going to wring his neck.

Except it wasn't, it was just Vin, holding a little cupcake, "I brought Bella her favorite."

"She's asleep," Lucas scoffed, moving away from the door to let his best friend in, "can you believe he called me selfish? That idiot?"

Vince shrugged, unbothered as he circled the bed to plant the cupcake near the bedside table on Bella's side and pushed a curl away from her face, "you're gonna wake her up, calm down."

"I'm going to kill him, that's what I'm gonna do," Luke decided, barging for the door, only for Vince to run after him and grab him by the back of his shirt.

"No, you're not. Leo's still sick, you're gonna stop being a prick yourself and sit the fuck down," Vin scoffed, dragging him back inside.

"He made her cry!"

"You helped!" Vince whisper yelled, shutting the door, pinching his nose bridge, "look, I know you're angry. I'd be too if I were in your shoes, but you can't just go deck Jon down. You're an adult, stop that, dude."

Lucas grumbled, crossing his arms and refusing to listen to reason, throwing Bella another anxious and guilty glare, "it's not fair she thinks it's her fault, Vince."

"I know, Luke, but punching Jon isn't gonna change that, it'll just make her feel worse," Vince sighed, sitting on the bed and tucking the blankets tighter around Bella. It caused Lucas' shoulder to drop, the gentle act of affection that Vince clearly wasn't thinking about.

They were his family, he didn't want to punch Jonah, even if he was furious at him. He certainly wasn't happy about Leo feeling sick either.

He settled back down on the chair, picking at to-go box of food, while Vince relaxed, now confident Luke wasn't about barge in the room two doors down.

Lucas was just about to calm down, when Bella stirred on the bed, fifteen minutes later. Vince moved as she lightly kicked him, letting out a groan and rolling on the bed, with a frown on.

"Bell?" Vin called, touching her arm, "you awake?"

She opened her eyes, confused, her brows meeting in a harsh frown, before sitting up suddenly and making a horrible choking noise... And throwing up all over her band t-shirt and the blankets on her lap.

"Fuck!" Vince lurched back, narrowly avoiding getting his arm covered in vomit since he was reaching to thump on her back. Lucas jumped up, circling the bed to grab the waste basket, but it was too late, the mess was made and chaos installed in the room.

"Shit," Luke cursed, holding the paper waste basket under her chin, while Vince moved on the bed to hold her hair back, tears starting to run down her cheek as Bella continued to heave.

"m'sorry-" she slurred, spitting a mouthful of acidic vomit inside the bin, wincing, "my head- my head'hurts..."

"Shhh, it's okay," Lucas whispered, rubbing her back, "it's alright, baby, don't worry about this."

"I made- made a mess," Bella coughed and Vince let out a little noise, bunching up her curls in one hand of his, twisting it in a knot.

"Don't worry about that, I'll take the blankets to the motel's laundry," he whispered, meeting Lucas concerned glare over her head.

"Yeah, I'm gonna help you out of this shirt, baby-" He glanced at Vince who nodded, getting up from the bed and moving to where Luke had unceremoniously dumped their bag hours before.

"Can it be one of yours?" he whispered, crouching down before the clothes and heard Luke's little "sure" as response.

Vince cringed as he fished out the shirt and could hear Bella whimpering and getting sick again, crying about how her head was exploding.

"Is this normal?" he asked, passing Luke the shirt and starting to peel off the ruined blankets from her lap, trying to avoid making a bigger mess.

"Yes... I don't know, I think so. The doctor wasn't very specific," Lucas said, still rubbing her back, "Bell, are you done?"

"I don't know," she groaned, voice echoing inside the bucket, "my stomach hurts."

"You don't think its a bug, is it?" he asked and she shook her head.

"No, everything... Everything just hurts, Luke..."

Vince successfully managed to get the blanket folded up and lifted it up, away from his body, "I'll be right back."

"C'mon, baby, let's get you cleaned up," Luke said, nodding to Vince and wrapping his wife's arms around his neck, lifting her up easily. He planted her sitting on the closed toilet, leaving the new shirt on top of the sink and carefully maneuvering the destroyed one off of her.

"This is so humiliating," Bella whimpered, curling up as Luke wiped her chin and mouth with a wad of toilet paper, "I'm tired, Luke..."

"You can slee-"

"No, I'm tired of this," Bella shook her head, "I'm tired of being sick and in pain, I'm- I'm tired. Please, make it stop..."

His heart squeezed and his eyes stung, causing Lucas to gulp against the knot in his throat, "babe, you're getting better, I promise you... "

"No, I can't, I can't do this anymore," Bella teared up all over again, "I'm so fucking exhausted and everything hurts and I- I made Leo sick and I hate this stupid trip and my stupid brain and-"

"Shhh, you're gonna make yourself sicker," Lucas interrupted, kissing her brow and carefully putting the new shirt over her head, "I know you're in pain, baby, but you have to know Leo wasn't your fault. None of this..."

"Except it fucking was," Bella scoffed, curling up on top of the toilet, hugging her knees to her chest, "I feel awful, Luke..."

There was a knock on the door, so Lucas rolled his eyes, jerking his head so he could yell "It's open!" to Vince, before looking back at her.

"No, it wasn't, Bell-"

"It was though," Bella insisted, a fresh new batch of tears running down her face, "Leo is sick and everything fucking hurts and I- I don't know what to do, I wish we were home..." she whimpered, clutching her head and Lucas flinched as he saw a thin line of blood start to run down her nose.

"We'll be home soon, baby," he said, while frantically rolling up more toilet paper, wiping the blood from under her nose, only for even more to continue to gush down.

"I don't... I don't feel well..." Bella mumbled, paling considerably and Lucas lurched, grabbing her by the shoulders before she could hit her head back against the metal flush.

"I got you, I got you-" except that he didn't. He was in way over his head, worried beyond logic and unsure of what to even do first. Bell's face white and clammy, her throat bobbing nervously as it looked she was about to throw up again, blood still gushing down her nose, covering her lip and her neck-

"Here," Jonah said, sidestepping him and holding a bunch of toilet paper under her nose, grabbing Bella's nose and squeezing the tip, while leaning her forward.

"Get the fuck out of here," Lucas scoffed, but there was no heat, he was too worried and too relieved it was Jon to give a shit.

"Shut up," Jonah kicked his thigh, then gestured for the trashcan, "get the bin, she's gonna be sick."

Lucas scrambled for it, holding it open just in time for Bella to let out yet another stream of vomit, barely gagging, sounding and looking out of it.

Jonah gagged, ducking his face in his shoulder and Luke ignored him, holding Bella's forehead.

"Shhh, get it up, baby..."

"I'mreally-" she burped again, choking in the sick, "m'reallyry-sorry..."

"I know, I know," he whispered, while Jonah let out a guilty whine above her head, rubbing her back.

"It's fine, don't think about it," he said, his voice a notch softer and Bella let out a groan, clutching the bin's edges until her knuckles turned white.

"Everything is spinning..."

"Bella, hey-" Lucas patted her cheek, "don't pass out, baby, open your eyes-"

"Luke," Jonah shook his head, his voice a whisper, "it's okay, she's okay," he said calmly, "I got her."

And he really did, because a second later Bella's spine gave up on her and her whole weight collapsed against Jon's leg. He cupped her head, crouching down to steady her on the seat and shoving Lucas out of the way.

"Let's get her lying down, feet up, it's probably just a blood pressure drop because of the nose bleed..."

If Lucas noticed just how his voice trembled, he didn't say anything. Together they managed to get Bella back in the bedroom, piling some pillows her under her legs to make the blood flow back up and then...

Then there was nothing to do.

Jonah moved uneasily, eyes darting from Bell to Luke and then back again, "I... I shouldn't have said that."

"I care about Leo," Lucas scoffed, at the same time as Jon spoke up.

Jonah let out a groan, rubbing his face, "yeah, I know, I'm just pissed off-"

"And I'm just pissed because you're not being fair with her," Lucas pouted, "if it's on anyone, it's on me. You know I was the one who asked Leo to tag along, not Bell."

"Because of Bella."

"I'm still the one who said it, so at least be pissed at me, not her."

Jonah let out a scoff, rolling his eyes, "I'm always pissed at you, Lucas, there's no difference there."

Luke snorted, carefully combing his fingers through Bella's hair, avoiding the stitches, "how's Leo?"

"Knocked out, still sick, dehydrated. Wendy got him some good drugs though, so I'm hopeful he'll feel better soon..."

An awkward silence followed and they both avoided each other's eyes, before Lucas huffed, "I'm sorry, this trip was a stupid idea."

"It wasn't," Jonah shook his head, "but bad fucking timing..." he sat on the edge of the bed, "I didn't mean to make her cry, I swear I didn't."

Luke raised his eyebrows, unimpressed, "well, you did."

"I'll apologize to her," Jonah promised, his pride be damned. Luke sighed, nodding.

"Fine, if you apologize to her."

"If you apologize to Leo for making him come."

"I didn't make him come."

"Lucas," Jonah glared at him and the other man pouted, nodding again.

"Fine, I'll apologize."

[heelluring]

— nightmare.

lhs x fem!reader x syj

warnings: yandere, drug, mention of killing, kidnapping, car accident, manipulation — let me know if I forgot something

"Tired?"

You hummed snuggling on heeseung side for more warmth making him chuckle. Your tired sleepy eyes were enough answer for him to know. "Come on, love..." Heeseung whispered on top of your head, gaze turning to the clock for split second. "It's getting late, we should go to bed"

Heeseung doesn't need to wait for your nod, he grabbed the remote turning down the movie you two planned to watch earlier before he scoop you up like a newlywed bride and walked towards you two's shared bedroom.

"Sleep now, my love" He whispered at your sleepy frame, giving a blessing of kiss on your forehead. "I love you..." You whispered, it was so soft heeseung almost didn't hear it. "I love you too. I hope no nightmare tonight"

"I know you'll going to protect me from him"

Heeseung brushed your hair with his fingers, looking softly at you. "I will, I always do. Now, rest. We don't want you to have headaches again" He softly scold as you nod, eyes getting heavier as seconds pass.

Someone was calling your name.

The voice was familiar but you don't recognize it as if the information to determine who was it was buried in the deepest part of your brain. The fact that it was a man, calling your name in the softest but spine-thrilling feeling makes you want to throw up. It was making you anxious, it felt like something bad was bound to happen. The sounds echoed and rang inside your head. It was making you dizzy and paranoid so you tried to open your eyes... slowly.

Tears slowly form, dampening your lids as you do so. It was pitch-black, and everywhere you look is dark except the position that you currently standing in. You looked up and saw the distant light lit the very same spot you were standing in.

"y/n" the voice called again, except now the voice was complex and full as if the person saying it was in all corners of the room simultaneously. You frantically turned around, finding the source of the sound. It was making you crazy, your head wants to split into two. Even your hands can't help but grab your hair and then pull it in an attempt to remove the voice ringing inside your head. You started to scream, but the man calling your name drowned your cry for help with his voice rising at the same time as you. It was getting louder, and louder, and louder.

"No! no! no!" At the last call of your name, you turned around then there was complete silence. Your eyes fell to the other side of the room. There was a man standing not too far away from you. You can't comprehend his features, the darkness hiding all of the sinister proof displaying on his face but you know... no — you can feel that he was staring at you. You can feel his eyes burning a hole in between your eyes onto your skull.

He started to take a step. You wanted to step back away from him, to hide from him but your body froze. And then the lights finally revealed all of him.

"J-jake?" You stumbled, eyes wide staring straight at him. Jake's eyes were narrowed, the very same eyes that made your body shiver even if he was staring at you from across the room. His dark hair and long bangs didn't really help to ease his scary aura, it just made his eyes more roughish.

Your eyes screamed for help when he take another series of steps, "No! Please leave me alone... Just, please!"

"I'm not gonna hurt you, y/n..."

"No! Go away, let me go! You're a stalker! You're the one who killed the people around me" He wasn't even touching you but you felt so suffocated. Why can't he just go away?!

"Jake, please... You're dead already! You're not real, you will never hurt me or heeseung ever again!" His eyes darkened, more sinister than before as he laughed at you. "Heeseung? my, my... y/n, you got it all wrong"

Jake clenched his stomach as he laugh and tilted his head in pleasure before sending sharp glares at you. "I'm not the stalker, y/n. I am not the killer. It was heeseung... it was heeseung all alone!"

"Heeseung saved me from you-"

"He told me that he killed your father, that he killed everyone around you to make you dependent on him..."

You whispered a series of no's, raising your hands in an attempt to cover your ears. "You're not real! This is not real!" The hands covering your ears didn't really help on how you still can hear jake's voice ringing loud and clear as if he was inside your head, talking even from the beginning of all of this.

"And when, I told him that I'll tell you, he threatened to kill me. I was never in an accident, y/n! It was a complete murder show that was staged by heeseung all alone. You need to fucking remember it!"

Jake circled your body who was now trying to make itself small enough to try to seek comfort. Tears slowly but surely flowed down your face as he kneeled beside you, "It was the same day I got buried when you learned about the truth. The files about my death were in heeseung's locked drawer but then you see it. It felt like the Gods are looking down on your side and want to reveal the truth."

The man scoffed when he sees you frantically shaking your head, "You took the file, y/n... you wanted to bring the evidence to the hands of the police but heeseung caught you"

"You were held captive by him for almost three days, you pretend to be lost... pretended to be the most filial person he has ever met, feeding it on his own fantasy. You let heeseung let down his guard to completely trust you. One night, you finally decided to escape. You were driving one of his cars while heeseung was hot on your tail."

The woman, y/n was now silently crying her heart out as the 'truth' jake was saying slowly played in her mind like it just happened yesterday. "In a desperate plea to get away with him, you stepped on the gas. The car was running 180 mph and when it finally hit 200, your car bump into a three-wheeler truck causing your own accident."

Jake laughed as he stood up but still looked down at your miserable frame. "Heeseung was so fucking scared to lose you, y/n. For the very first time in his life again, he burst into tears. You don't know how thankful he was when the doctor told him you passed your critical condition but then you're memories fade as your health does so."

"Heeseung was so lost when he learned about your amnesia. He was even angry asking, how dare you forget him but then it dawned on him. You're in amnesia and he can very much do anything to take advantage of that miracle-like phenomenon"

The whole medium was filled with anything but your silent sobbing and cries. You tried to lift your head up, trying to look at Jake one last time. You wanted to say sorry but you couldn't, how can you when he was nowhere to be found and the man who you knew was 'jake' standing in front of you a couple of moments ago was now replaced by another nightmare.

"Heeseung..." You whimpered. "Come home" That's the last words he said to you before extending both of his hands to your neck, strangling you as your body develops a surge of fear.

"Love... please, wake up." The soft voice lulling you stir your thoughts up. Your eyes searched the owner of the beautiful gentle voice. It didn't take long when your gaze met heeseung's. Both of you were in bed, sharing each other's warmth as a soft silky sheet covering both of you. He was laying on his side, elbows propped up as he look down at you.

"Heeseung?" You called feeling the wet tears dropping from your eyes. "I'm here, love..." He whispered, one of his hands drying your tears away. "You were squirming and mumbling incoherent noises in your sleep. Nightmare?" Your head nodded, eyes still wet with evidence of crying in your sleep.

"It's still late at night, love. You need to sleep, the doctor told you to take it easy and take care of your health, right? If you didn't, you'll suffer from headaches again." Heeseung sat up, removing his hold on you in the process as his body turned around on the bedside table to his left. You whimpered in protest, you felt cold without his hands holding you. You felt empty without him tending you.

"Here, drink this love. It can help you have a good night's sleep" Your boyfriend made you sit up, and in his hands was a glass full of water. When you finished the drink, he made you lay on the bed again tucking you and making sure that you were comfortable.

It is true when he says the drink can make you sleep like a log. The nightmare that just occurred the same night was long forgotten just like the other dreams you had. No one knows if it's because of the lack of light inside the room, or the efficient trust between the two but you certainly didn't notice the trace of undissolved powder from the unknown medicine heeseung was making you drink.

People wanted to help you even in their death, even if their souls were now lurking on the other dimension but it was all helpless, it was when you were far damned and fallen at the center of the predator's hands.

Heeseung kissed you in your forehead, the smile forming in his lips get wide when you tuck yourself on his side pulling him closer to you.

"You'll never... ever leave me, my love. Never"

[kheprriverse]

You have to stop making such amazing art. Tumblr is so restricting I can’t possibly reblog it enough /lh But alas. Words also have meaning, right?

Be warned: I may not make any sense because I’m tired <3

Your art is literally so. Inspiring though. Your style is so beautiful and pretty and it’s just somehow— It makes me want to create? Honestly. I’d love to have a style like yours, but also I’m happy with mine! So instead, the inly valid thing to do is EAT YOUR ART AND REBLOG SO MANY TIMES!!! I’m keeping my own style, and building off it: While you and other artists do the same with what you do!

That being said. Your art just makes my day sometimes. Seeing you post gives me such joy and anytime I see the stupid silly (Cedar /Affec) it’s an instant giggling and kicking my feet like a feral child. So much stimming happens, and I literally love every design and thing you come up with. It’s just. Woah <3

My want to eat art is always at a 10/10: Let me consume the heckin heckles out of everything. Like. shredding the entire walls up. Such zoomies from art. Everything about your art most times just feels. Soft and cozy. Makes it feel like home sometimes and probably tastes like. Fluff. (That’s not a taste but whatever. It counts in my brain?) Maybe even like some sweet candy or dish, idek. Tastes aren’t tasting but damn art does arting?

Not only are you a cool and amazing talented artist, you’re also such a cool person beyond that and just so sweet I would just like to hug, yknow? Strangely I feel like I should be like. Somewhat intimidated because COOL PERSON ARTIST WOAH YOU INTERACT WITH ME??!? But also, I’m not… Really that intimidated? I don’t know, feel welcoming, just like the feeling yoir art brings and its just. Comforting?

You and your silly goody personality is so amazing and you’re so talented, I’m gonna flee now back into the ground: Hopefully this made somewhat sense— And that you have a lovely week/day/month— Just time in general!

*descends away*

~ Z

No I won't stop! Only pretty designs and silly guys ✨! (I am also very tired so its all okay. Also apologies if you wanted this answered privately.)

Also I'm gonna cry abkvjadbvjkkdvbad /pos This means so much! I'm very bad with explaining how I feel but I'm gonna try my bets lmao. It makes me so happy to hear that people really like my stuff, AND think I'm a cool person! I want my space to be kinda chill, friendly, etc and I'm very glad that so far I've been doing a pretty good job :'D

tysm again! I'm very glad u like my stuff (and think I'm cool). I woke up a few hours ago with a headache, dizziness, and was just generally feeling kinda bad and couldn't go back to sleep. But seeing this ask has so far made my day 100 times better! I hope the space I provide continues to bring joy (or just general silliness) to you and others <3

(also I'm glad you like my art too. Ive been having weird issues looking @ my own art since December, which I've never had before, so it makes me become a little silly whenever I get a comment on it. Really improves my motivation and lot and helps me continue what I love most: drawing funny guys and beasties :>)

[corujalesbica]

Why would you wear black to a wedding - chapter 2

Wednesday woke up in terrible pain. She had a massive headache, her muscles were all sore and she had that lingering fear of waking up after a nightmare. It was great. The girl got up, it was already six am and she was very late for her morning guillotine use practice. To be very honest she had been tired, she was summoned hours after she went to sleep, and then for some reason agreed to fake date a werewolf.

A pretty girl her age before her, looking at her with shiny eyes, and Wednesday wanted to leave. She had turned down requests from summoners before, and she would do it again. One time, someone summoned her thinking her mom would answer, and that was a very awkward conversation to have. But despite her complaints about "human beings and their annoying behavior" Wednesday loved the curse. She had been waiting for it her whole life, and the feeling of her soul being sucked from her body was always so horrifically good.

Not to mention that every time she answered a request, the girl gained power as a witch. She got stronger and stronger, to the point she was fairly sure she could defeat a monster as powerful as a vampire in a fight. So really, it should've been easy to walk away. She had everything. She didn't need the magic the job would give her.

But as golden curls and blue eyes stood in front of her, she got stuck. That girl was an interesting being. She shone more than the stars at night, and talked like her life depended on it. Wednesday found that fascinating. Well, she did find most social being considerably interesting. How could one form relationships so strong as to endure the hardships of life ? How did people connect so easily, so fast ? It had taken her a lifetime of good occurrences to trust her very best friend, Eugene. But some people made friends like it was as easy as killing flowers. Some people shined like stars.

The eldest Addams child turned back to her room, as her brother once again escaped the guillotine and ran downstairs, probably to try and explode something. She opened an old drawer in the attic where the guillotine was, dozens of cursed notebooks to choose from staring back at her. She got one with a black leather cover, and opened in the first page, quite enjoying herself when a beetle got out of it and ran through her hair. In the first line she wrote :

Enid Sinclair , an analysis of werewolf relationships and interactions

She spent the rest of the morning writing.

Wednesday knocked on the door, she read somewhere that was polite. The girl who had summoned her the night before - Enid - opened it, seeming quite confused for a moment, before she pulled the witch in and closed the door behind her.

"I am prepared" The girl in black said as she sat on the very edge of the pink bed. Now that the lights were on, she realized the room was quite colorful, and that made her dizzy. She didn't want to touch the pink too much, afraid it might make the sinking feeling in her chest worse.

"Prepared for…?" Enid sat in front of her, with her legs crossed and a questioning expression.

"Prepared for the wedding, of course." Was that girl dumb ? "I made some research on werewolf weddings and traditions in general. I have some graphics if you want to see them." She added after a pause.

"Oh… I mean, I thought we were gonna get ready together." The werewolf looked down "But it's okay! I'm sure we can still learn tons about each other before tonight. It's only two pm after all."

"Tonight ? What do you mean, wasn't the wedding on Sunday ? Today 's Friday."

"Hum… Sorry I didn't know how to tell you this yesterday, my mom wants to meet you _ well, to met the girl I'm ' going out with ' before the ceremony. I tried to make her back down but she insists on it." Enid was playing with strands of hair, and scratching her scalp as she talked. " I'm sorry"

" It is okay. I prepared myself for unusual situations". Wednesday took her notebook from her bag. " This is an unusual summoning job. Usually I just kill someone, deliver their head and call it a day."

Enid looked at her like she had many questions, but ultimately decided against saying anything.

"OK so first things first." The girl in pink said after taking herself a notebook from her shelf. " We gotta get to know each other, my moms probably gonna ask a lot. So, I wrote down some things you have to know about me and some questions for you, now, if you don't want to actually talk about your life which I totally get since I'm a stranger and all we could invent a couple lies to cover you. So I'm thinking you are an astronaut and-"

"Why would I want to lie ? That sounds harder than just talking about my real life." Wednesday would never get how other people worked, she thought. Pink girl had such a weird brain.

"I mean, if you want to talk about your life life you can do that I just wanted you to feel comfortable and all…"

"I feel terrible. This nauseating colors make me want to kill myself in the most horrible way." Wednesday closed her eyes, and breathed in slowly. "It's great."

Enid wanted to argue against that confusing logic but kept her mouth shut. "Anyways" she said, " I made you a quiz on me! There are some questions and then you just have to click on the little squares to see the answers."

Wednesday furrowed her brows. "All the due offense, why would I want a quiz on you ?"

"So we can get to know each other, silly! I just explained it! It's all part of my plan."

" You have a plan ? No offense, but you don't seem like the plan tipe."

"I don't have a plan, I have the most awesome plan."

"Enlighten me then, pretty pink girl." Enid's cheeks turned red at that, but Wednesday didn't think much of it. She was used to seeing people turn red when she hanged them and such.

"Well" The girl says looking away "I was thinking we could say we had a meet cute in a coffee shop and started talking then. Maybe sending letters to each other ? I know they're outdated but they're so roman-"

" Why would I be in a coffee shop though ?"

"That's what you have a problem with ? Ok, Hum, maybe you needed some coffee I guess, since it's what they huh, sell there and all that"

"I don't drink coffee. Needing caffeine to wake up is for the week. If I'm feeling tired I'll drink the blood of my fallen enemies mixed with some monster."

"In that case, maybe you needed coffee for a potion or something ?"

"There is a very specific type of poison that requires caffeine. I like the way you think, pink girl."

" I have a name, you know. It's Enid."

"I will read your notes and do your silly quiz then, Enid."

They fell into comfortable silence then, after Enid handed Wednesday the notes and Wednesday gave her "The book of torture, a essencial read to get to know me." The pictures and description in it were absolutely nasty, just as Wednesday loved, and Enid seemed to be having a hard time reading it. "I'll take one for the team" she said when Wednesday asked about it.

She didn't know they were a team.

Four hours of conversation and silence both, had passed before Wednesday remembered she never actually explained the Addams family ritual to Enid. She thought if she was gonna be a sacrifice, she'd like to know so perhaps she should tell pink girl about the ritual, but just as she opened her mouth to speak the door slammed open.

"Enid, honey! I am…" the woman's eyes landed on Wednesday. She was an older version of Enid, still, something about her felt inherently different. "...home."

Wednesday snorted.

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Nhe not sure about the dialogue flow on this one. Also I'm sorry it's a bit shorter, I wanted to divide their conversation about their shaninigans and the dinner with the Sinclairs so the next will be like chapter 2 B kinda. Anywayysss. That's it for today thank you if you've read all that!!

[cherubinym]

( Hi! I've decided to do more w the custom digimon i fool around w. Starting w the Meicoomon X mini story! Feel free to follow along.

Yes it's heavily digisona ig but no i do not car e)

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I can't say I don't just accept when things happen nowadays.

It seems Digimon are growing far more curious in our world as our own digital endeavors progress.

And while that's fascinating and all, it is a little worrisome.

But this means, theoretically, I should now have quite been Entirely surprised when one of the creatures SMACKS me in the face as I sat to do some work as usual.

This headache is gonna last a while.

Shit.

Upon regaining some semblance of balance, I found myself face to face with a trembling-

...

Well, the Digimon LOOKS like Plotmon, you know, but it's not. I don't think it ever had a name. Which is strange, for what line I know it's usually important to.

Questionable searching of the data logs aside,

Meicoomon's child form must have been fleeing from something and ended up in an unfamiliar place.

It's not exactly specific, I know. But it's not exactly uncommon for smaller Digimon. And I wasn't about to send it BACK in there.

Nyaromon didn't seem to mind its presence anyway. That was the important part. Nyaromon would be very reactive if they thought something was dangerous.

And if I had to deal with three Virus digimon in a week, I would be losing. My. Shit.

Meicoomon's child form- fuck it, if the databases won't name it, I will.

That's way too long and I am way too tired to continue that.

Motmon... Mlotmon... Nyaromon looked Very disappointed in my naming abilities as I tried to discuss possibilities with them. They're right, but also shut up.

After a bit of bickering, while the shivering child form had passed out, mind you, we settled with Meiromon.

I wanted to inspect it, but... I don't know what it was runnin from in there. I didn't particularly want to find out either. So I let it sleep off the distress till morning.

And when morning came, it was very clingy.

I don't think I'll be able to send it back anytime soon.

Whatever, Nyaromon is just gonna have to share then. Tough.

Gives me more time to research it directly.

I'm no digital expert... far from it actually. I'm doing my best to learn but I really, really should know more.

But there's something off about it. Nyaromon thinks so too.

Usually that would be concerning. I don't think it's that bad. Nyaromon would know.

I'll keep this logged, I guess?

[REDACTED] really gives its strongest soldiers its battles... geez.

[awetistic-things]

I was talking to my friend online today and like. I got to thinking—and I also just realized another thing too but I'll get to that—that like.

My friend said my experiences are typical to me. I've always been the way I am. But I was thinking, if I have a neurodivergency, how much of "me" is "me" and how will I change if I ever get diagnosed? How will the way I view myself change?

And like. The thing I just realized is, I'm pretty sure I've got some sorta ADHD. My mom has it and one of my brothers has it, so there's some close family history of it. But I'm not stereotypically hyperactive. I'm AFAB and most of my "hyperactivity" is my mind will *not* slow tf down. I've literally had sleeping problems for years because of it. I'm twenty now, and I've had issues falling asleep for as long as I can possibly remember.

So that's one thing. Another thing is... I might be autistic? But the one thing holding me back from being "sure" is that I have little to no sensory issues and I'm not *always* uncertain about social situations. Am I awkward and prefer not to speak if I don't know what to say (which is almost all the time)? Yes. Do I sometimes struggle determining tone or other people's emotions? Yes. I feel like if i had more sensory issues then I might be "sure" I'm autistic, because I just constantly feel so out of place in social situations and I have no clue why.

(I'm adding this here after I've written everything else because, surprise surprise, I had Another Thought). How can I know if I'm masking, if i am neurodiverse? I interact the same way with my family that I do with strangers, except I'm more comfortable with my family. But with my friends, I can ask about their tone. I can ask if they were being sarcastic. I can ask millions (not literally) of follow up questions and it is so damn helpful. But I don't do that with my family and i feel.... "small" when I do that at work. So I try not to ask them a lot of questions and it really does not help at all because then I'm just left confused and anxious because I don't know what to do because I didn't ask for clarification from them because I didn't want to seem like a burden or like I couldn't think for myself or like i was, for lack of a better term, "stupid."

But also I've been shy my entire life. Super quiet. And I'm also *very* soft-spoken so that doesn't help at all. I have a total of like six or seven friends and they're literally all neurodivergent. I get along with them. I feel safe with them. They know me. I relate to them and they often relate to me too. Five of them have ADHD, two have autism for sure and another one suspect it, just like me.

And also like. How... can I know, like, what someone who doesn't have ADHD or autism experiences? Do I compare my experiences with those accounts?

Ugh. I'm tired and I have a headache. Sorry if this is rambling. I suspect I have ADHD and that... might help my paragraphs to be all funky and long, so, sorry about that.

Any advice is appreciated, but not necessary if you don't feel like giving any. This goes for any replies too, if you wanna share your thoughts, please feel free to because I am Very Very Confused.

Sorry for the super long post. Thank you for reading and thank you if you decide to give any advice. Like I said, it's not necessary.

okay i’m gonna break down my answers one at a time, but also here’s a link to a really helpful article on autism and adhd if you wanna check it out :) (child mind institute is my personal favorite)

now for the “how will my view of myself change after a diagnose” i’m not sure personally speaking because i’ve yet to be diagnosed. but once i decided to research autism, i initially felt like a fraud and thought i was desperate to be somebody other than myself. however, the more involved i got in the community, the more confident i became. so, i suggest looking up some reddit answers maybe on people who got diagnosed and their experiences. but also to do a lot of research, because that could definitely answer a lot of your questions (just searching up “autism” “adhd” or “comorbidity between adhd and autism”)

sensory issues are a big thing with autism, but comorbidity (how different disorders interact with eachother) can maybe explain some of that. then again, if you mask a lot (unintentionally) you can become unaware of a lot of autistic traits which could lead to a lot of your confusion

sleeping is a big problem for people with autism and/or adhd (pretty sure it’s an issue for neurodiverse people in general) here’s an article for autism and adhd about sleeping problems:

unintentional masking can lead to a lot of “oh i know social cues” or “i’m just an introvert” so doing a deep dive, comparing autistic traits and your own, can really help with that. also, some autistic people can become better at tone, social cues, etc. over time, especially if they don’t know they’re autistic

not knowing if you’re masking or not is definitely a neurodiverse experience. it’s really hard to figure it out, but becoming more involved in the community (i suggest adhd and autistic spaces) can help you see relatability with other people and have a lot of “oh! i thought that was just a me thing!” i understand what you mean about not wanting to come across as “stupid” (asking for clarification is never a “stupid” thing to do and it’s good that you do that), and becoming more confident in yourself and essentially knowing that you’re not “stupid” you just need some help, and that’s okay

asking neurotypicals what their experiences are like is not something i have ever tried, mainly because growing up all i heard and saw was the neurotypical experience. i personally think it’s more important to talk to your neurodiverse friends and seek out that reliability. i think figuring out if you’re neurodiverse is mainly “let’s evaluate how i’m “different”” rather than “let’s evaluate how i’m “normal””)

i appreciate all the questions and feel free to dm me if you want to talk more :) /gen

[gamerbearmira]

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My dude, don't be upset about slow posting. Take care of your health, then come back when you feel well (in all circumstances not just this one, lol). You do this for free while having a life and school, those of us who follow you I'm pretty sure all care more about your wellbeing than getting 12 posts and pieces of art a day.

Bye you are. Too kind I'm gonna cry 😭 I am ok though. Just a headache and being really tired, I mean it's probably just dehydration or heat exhaustion (I live in a place where 100°F+ is normal), worst case scenario I'm actually sick, but that doesn't happen like. Ever. I really do appreciate it though!!! I just feel bad when I don't post at least once or twice, idk why (╯︵╰,) BUT. Like I said, I'll push through, probably gonna sleep for a while, while I have the chance, just for you guys <33

Y'all are too sweet tbh i can't, this is why i feel bad CAUSE YALL ARE SO SUPPORTIVE LIKE ＼(;´□｀)/

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

hiii baby what’s going on in ur mind rn? ily i hope ur doing okay this evening (i think it’s evening for u?)

what is going on in my MIND rn??? that's a dangerous question, my dude.... you sure you're ready to find out?

currently thinking about how good I'm hopefully gonna sleep tonight because I am TIRED and I've been doing a lot today... also cake (that's self-explanatory) and my cat who at the moment is snoring underneath the bed because it's cold there and it's still kinda warm. mmmm her little snores, they're so cute... also the silly sims stream that's just going softly in the background... also I'm really happy that my mom stopped by earlier to give me some painkillers because I'd run out and I honestly have a bit of a headache now, so yeah. I got those, she got some food to make her dinner easier when she got home, win win for the both of us.

[jimimn]

Yesterday was so good 🥺 I was exhausted by the time he left and I got a headache too but I was so happy 😭 It was so nice to see him, to hear from him again and learn what he has been doing, see Bam, and just generally spend time with him and later a little bit with Tae too.

His hair!! It's so long, and he looks so beautiful I could cry. I was especially emotional when he started explaining his tattoos and I was scrambling to refresh twitter every 2 seconds to understand what he's saying about them. It was so nice of him to talk about his tattoos, and explain a little bit why he got them.

And these weverse lives were so chaotic too, like what do you mean Taehyung just talked him into breaking more rules by going live on instagram? 😂 When he technically was in trouble for going live on weverse in the first place 😂 Please and Tae said Joonie texted in the group chat and that's how Tae knew Jungkook was live, so Joonie drunkenly confessed his love for Jungkook, and then went and told everyone that he's doing a live and then probably passed out 😂 Pls I love them.

I just love bangtan so much 😭 I was a bit annoyed when people kept telling him to go to sleep and I would understand if you were tired but didn't want to miss the live, but he told us multiple times that he is not going yet.. At least just keep quiet about this? Why do they have to keep repeating themselves. Anyway it was really cute of him to literally get drunk on camera, cuddle his puppy and just spend 4 hours with us. I'm afraid I am not immune to be delulu and fall in love with him 💔 It was nice to know he's not doing anything, but just enjoying life. Good for him. I miss him already 😔 Hopefully I will not be busy when one of them decides to go live next 💜 -🦋

Yes it wassssss 🥺 oh and same but it happens with me on concert days too i get headaches later when I'm extremely extremely happy 😭 smiling constantly for a long time does that to me too 😭 but i had the best sleep after 🥺 I'm so glad he went live yesterday and spent so much time with us. AND LMAAAAOOOO RIGHT bangtan and chaos go hand in hand 😂😂😂😂 jin would be so proud of taekook 😎 and according to that one tweet if you've seen it, what is hybe gonna do??? fire them? 😂😂😂😂 joon and tae joining via chat and instagram live was the best thing 😭 i love listening about bangtan groupchat shenanigans hdjdhdjdhdj like yes tell us!!!! <33333 oh and me too please. it was so annoying. ofcourse it is understandable saying that because people didn't want to miss out but also wanted to sleep, and it's okay saying that out of concern too, but it was way too much last night in my opinion 😭 he repeatedly kept saying he's not sleepy and he's enjoying himself and he wants to continue but people just kept saying it again and again :((( yesssssssss it was especially amazing to see bam baby after so long 🥺 i missed the cutie 🥺 missed his dad too 😔 missing them again 😔 patiently waiting for jimin's live now 🥺❤️