#its 2am i should go to bread

[dxzziie]

HELLOUR EVERYBODEY

uhhh update for the next comic

its officially done!! its been done for like a week now but i wasn’t sure if i wanted to wait till it posts or just say it lol

i got it queued up to release on the 24th 😋 right before it officially becomes a full year since my last comic update :D

DON’T WORRY IT SHOULDN’T TAKE ANOTHER YEAR FOR THE NEXT UPDATE i hope

backgrounds really take a lot outta me lmao

im still sketching out the next two-ish comics buutt since its almost winter break ill have like all the time in the world to draw teehee

if you would like to know why this comic took so freaking long to get out was due to the fact i was so busy with school crap

and recently starting up colorguard did not help

but uh yeah

see y’all later 😼🙏

[winterspiderpurrs]

Part 1:

Part 2:

Once Bucky left the bathroom to head to the kitchen where Steve should be wrapping up in making the sandwiches, he promised, Peter sighed. He should have known that these two were courting him and him practically accepting it when he allowed them to create a safe place for him in their home.

Peter looked at his reflection in the mirror, lightly touching the patch that covered up his scent glands on his neck. Did he want this? He really liked Steve and Bucky. And when he thought about it... after a long day, he wanted to be home, and his first thoughts were of Steve and Bucky and cuddling on the couch.

Nodding to himself before he peeled off the patch, making a face as it stung. He will hop back in the shower right quickly to scrub off the glue from the patch. And of course, the little bit of slick that dribbled when Bucky got up close.

Steve just finished putting another grilled cheese on a plate when he heard the shower go off again. Frowning he turns to look at the entryway of the hall to see Bucky waltz out with a little smirk on his face. Putting his hand on his hip " What did you do Buck?"

Bucky held his hand up in surrender " Why do you think I did something Punk? I was just helping our 'mega out and getting him some clothes "

Steve eyed Bucky before turning around to start making another sandwhich. " I just want to make sure.... that everything is fine."

Bucky's expression softens a little before he he slides up next to Steve and wraps his arms around his waist, kissing his shoulder. " I would never jeopardize what we got going on. You're too important, and so is he. Everything is going as smooth as it can. At a snail pace, but beggers can't be choosers."

Steve snorts a little he was about to give a sassy response before his nose twitched. He frowns before subtlety sniffs the air and he turn to look at the hallway entryway. He could hear the faint steps of Peter heading this way. He normally can't smell Peter, with the scent blocking patch, and the advanced spider suit he normally gives off a beta smell.

" Your burning the bread Stevie"

" Shit!"

Bucky laughs as Steve panics to turn the stove off and quickly move the sandwich to the trash.

" Language Steve!" Peter laughs as he comes into the kitchen. Wearing Steve's shirt that Bucky got for him to wear and a pair of leggings that Bucky kept for him since he couldn't fit into their pants. He still laughs at the memory of Bucky running into the door frame when he came out and the pants fell after one step and he bent down to pull them back up.

Peter fidgeting a little with his hands before moving his way over to the kitchen island and sitting on a stool. " So.. uuhh... anything new? Any cool missions lately? If you can tell me not that you HAVE to tell me...umm yeah?"

Bucky smirks at Peter before pushing the plate of grilled cheese over to him. " That's more of Steve, I'm enjoying my downtime. Eat up." Steve clears his throat and nods " It's been steady. Not overly busy but not...not busy to where its worrisome."

They pass time chit chatting as Peter eats his sandwiches and then they move to sit on the couch. Peter in the middle of the two Alphas, a black and white crime movie was playing as the chatted quietly til Peter started to dose off.

" Come on sweetheart, lets get you to bed" Steve picks up Peter and carries him to the guestroom aka Peter's room. Bucky stating he is gonna clean up the kitchen then head their way. Wanting to give Steve some time with him one on one.

Once they get to the door, Steve shifts Peter in his arms.

" Want me to set you down here or... uh tuck you in?" Steve feels nervous. He shouldn't cause its not like this is the first time that Peter has to be carried to bed, but it was the first time he has been here without his scent patch. His scent smelled divine to Steve, and he honestly didn't want to set the omega down.

Peter rubs his eyes and yawns before glancing at the door and then back up at Steve. He thinks back to his conversation with Bucky, biting his lip before nodding.

" Umm c..could you take me to bed? I mean! Uhh tuck me in? " Peter blushes brightly, and even the tips of Steve's ears go red too. But he was able to play if off. " Course hun"

Once in the room, Steve was able to move Peter just slightly to be able to pull the sheets down on the bed without disturbing the lamb stuffie that was sitting on the pillows. They took Peter to the local church festival that Steve sometimes attends and won it for him. Technically Peter had two of them, one he keeps at home and one here. Steve and Bucky both competing to win the prize.

Peter once he was laid down he stared up at Steve before reaching his hand out to hold onto Steve's. " Yeah hun?" smiling shyly " um.. could..would.. uh... Bucky said that it was okay that..umm Its okay to ask... If you could stay? I mean... yeah. I want you and Bucky to stay here. Like... in bed...not like...uh sex geesh. I mean. Cuddle?"

Bucky chuckled from his spot at the door, both Peter and Steve turning to look at him.

" Yeah Doll. We can cuddle up in your nest... but Steve needs to hear that its more then a one off..."

Steve opened his mouth to argue back " It's whatever you want Peter. No pressure or entitlement needed. I am fine if all you want is the presence of an Alpha. "

Peter shook his head. " No no! I'm not explaining this well...I would like to see you... and I've been... really dense but I would like to try.. but basicly its like we have already been courting? Just uuhh without realizing. Umm..I really like you... and Bucky. And..I want both of you as my Alphas...so... Stay with me? "

[islandpcosjourney]

IVF/ICSI Day 11

2nd October 2023

🥚 Egg collection 🥚

Tonight will be a short one, I'm hoping, as I feel quite spaced out and pretty rubbish if I'm honest.

I have felt so much Grace surrounding today's events and I am told that I was constantly thanking and being grateful to the staff at the unit for it - more of that for a giggle later!

After a disturbed sleep overnight (just clock-watching from around 2am) and some unwelcome, subconscious anxiety surrounding the day's unknowns, I was very grumpy when Mum came into my room at 5.20am asking if I was awake and getting up, when my alarm wasn't meant to be going off until 5.45am 😂 She hadn't realised, or I should say she'd temporarily forgotten, that I wasn't to wear make-up, jewellery or perfume (strong scents can cause harm to the eggs when they're exposed during collection - who knew!) so therefore I wasn't needing my usual "time to get ready". I had packed my essentials already (dressing gown, crocs, needles/sharps box to return, choc brioche treat for after etc) so all I needed to do was get up, get dressed, have a final cup of tea & go - not the usual Màiri routine in the morning I can tell you 🤪 But when I got up, I was apologetic of my outburst and she seemed in very good form considering she'd also been awake most of the night (unfortunately a side-effect from her fibromyalgia so she's permanently exhausted 🥴).

We were very grateful to Calum for also getting up early to drive us up to Dundee because I needed to be there for 8.15am so we had to leave by 6.30am to be safe. We arrived in plenty time and found a new car-park (number 7) where the drop-off area is.

We were in the unit by 8am and clearly before most of the reception staff were around because nobody was able to check us in 😉 Those who know me, I'm never early 😏 but once nursing staff came to call our names out we figured out we were being taken through in order of the surgery schedule, so I was 3rd on the list.

Basics were done such as checking my name, DOB, history, BP, temp, weight (only 0.5kg gained since baseline scan, which is not bad considering how full & bloated I have felt on the hormones - yay!). I didn't have to change into the very fetching gown until nearer the time so I could just sit on the bed/chair and relax in my jumpsuit until I was told to change - very considerate. The nurse seemed very shocked when she asked what and when had I last eaten, that my response was "just a tiny bit of bread at communion last night" as I had attended the evening service at St C's, which was also communion - "aren't you starving?"...... "no, not at all, it was sufficient" 🥰 I'd had my last cup of spearmint tea on the journey up by 6.50am and I was then only allowed sips of water after 7am so she'd get me some water along-with paracetamol and an anti-sickness tablet. I then had to wait on the consultant, embryologist and anaesthetist to see me to sign for consent, discuss procedures and drugs etc. At every point, everyone was so smiley and caring and inclusive of Mum too, making her feel part of the process. I sometimes felt a bit rude being on my phone messaging Kevin but that feeling was always short-lived as he needed to feel part of the process too and being in constant communication was so important for that - plus if I hadn't messaged at the point when I was told things, I wouldn't have remembered later 🤦🏻‍♀️

Having the cannula fitted in my right hand was the usual EXCRUTIATING pain. I know, I sound like a drama queen here but honestly, of all the procedures I've had done over the years, including a 20cm x 8cm lipoma being surgically removed, cannulas are my BIG problem. It's not just when its fitted but it stings and burns constantly afterwards too. Mum was a bit put-off by seeing my feet & legs wiggling, thinking I was cold, but it was just how I dealt with the pain, honestly its the worst part of any hospital admission for me. But as Mum said, if that's the worst part then I never have to worry!

There were more documents to read, processes to learn about, forms to sign & drugs to hear about that it was all a bit over my head sometimes, and Mum's, but I felt so comfortable, supported and cared-for that I had nothing but pure joy running through my veins. Mum and I talked about passages of the Bible (the curtains were shut but conversations were not shut-out, so who knows who was able to hear) & what Dad might've made of all of this (supportive we're sure & no doubt patiently waiting in the car while having a wee norrag (sleep) - definitely 😂). I loved how fascinated Mum was by all of the processes, a very different nursing day from her's since her training over 50yrs ago and she was on the ball - “they haven't brought your paracetamol yet, or your water, or your anti-sickness tablet” 🤪 Once she heard of all the drugs they'd be giving me (an endless list I could not begin to regurgitate, not language I was used to and even Mum who could understand the basics of why each drug was being administered at which point, didn't recognise the names of them as they've changed so much) she was concerned that I was going to be too "out-of-it" to manage public transport on the way home but I assured her that we'd be fine - I knew God wouldn't throw anything my way that I couldn't manage!

Time to go! 1115 came faster than I anticipated, no boredom happened at any point, I mean who could be bored with Mum by their side chatting constantly 😁 and then to be honest I don't remember much after this! I'd been asked earlier to think about what music I'd like to hear in surgery (I hadn't known this was even going to be a thing) and my first reaction was to say ANYTHING. I told them I was a musician and would be happy with any genre (well, that's not entirely true, I cannot stand Kevin's heavy metal music 😵) but not for one second did I think that's what they'd choose to play 😂 - they didn't btw! No, by the time I got into the room I knew what I wanted - Stuart Townend. I wanted God with me in the room, publicly and openly. They didn't bat an eyelid but O don't think the anaesthetist had heard of him as she repeated "Stuart Townsend?" a common error people make about his surname but hopefully one she'll now remember 😏 I told them all that if my favourite Psalm 23 or In Christ alone were to come on, to turn up the volume and they laughed 🤩

"Keep you here" started playing and honestly what happened after that is all a blur.

🎶 For time is given, And time is taken away; The least that we can do Is make the most of every day. And we are given And we are taken away; The best that we can do Is give ourselves away 🎶

(I'm getting a bit weepy writing these lyrics down if I'm honest, for I believe every word and they were so comforting to hear as they put the breathing mask on me and began doing everything around me - that's now another favourite track of mine 🤩)

I wasn't being put to sleep, no, it was conscious sedation so I should've been aware of my surroundings to a certain extent. I do remember chatting away under my mask but I couldn't for the life of me tell you what about 😂 However, afterwards when I was awake again back in the ward, the nurses were having a giggle with us about just how chatty I was and how I kept thanking them all for their skills, their care, the gratefulness I had for all of their help - nice to know I have good manners even in my "sleep" 😇 Somethings coming back to me now, I definitely remember being asked how I felt at some point and responding with "I feel grand, the Lord is with me" - can't say when or who I was speaking to but I definitely remember saying it 🙏🏻

Back on the ward, I was aware of Mum telling me to rest but I was insistent on messaging Kev, reaching for my phone - "I'm ok out darling, I love you" - yeah, I was clearly still groggy and wasn't aware just how much 😂 for I love my grammar and write proper sentences, most of the time! The ACU counsellor came to see me, that was nice of her, I should've been seeing her at 1130 today, an appointment made weeks ago before we obviously knew I'd be in for egg collection and it was nice to meet her in person having only ever seen her online before. I'll see her tomorrow instead, online, once I've properly recovered. Mum had asked me in the waiting room if I'd gotten much out of seeing the counsellor and tbh I hadn't really, it was mostly helpful in the earlier months when we had MAJOR issues with lack of communication, mix ups with info being communicated and working out processes to put our minds at rest. In terms of "during" this actual cycle, I haven't seen her at all and I haven't needed it either for God is guiding me through this, nothing she could say will help that or even enforce that so it hasn't been required. People have talked about "IVF fairies" and the importance in speaking with others going through the same process and aside from having the Fertility Network WhatsApp group popping up in the background and some messages of support from ladies in that group, I haven't really needed to have anyone else to talk to to help me through this. I have Jesus - that’s all anyone should need. I write this blog which is very cathartic, my husband is my best friend & confidante, we’re in this together and our very supportive friends & family are backing us but it’s not what “gets me through”. It's only when your life is all about "WHY?" that one needs to lean on another for their "wisdom" in having gone through a similar process. Once you know the WHY in life - Jesus - you stop needing to look for the answers and instead they are given to you, gracefully.

(Gosh, I thought I'd said I hoped this would be a short one tonight 🤦🏻‍♀️)

Right, onwards! After tea, toast (always THE best tasting toast after surgery, with real butter, none of this "one molecule away from being plastic" margarine nonsense 🤪) and being able to go to the toilet, I could get dressed, learn about the progesterone gel I need to use for the next 20 days and I was ready to go home - yay!

Quick, straight into a taxi, off to the station, Kevin had worked out which trains were best to get, tickets bought, short wait and onto the train we were. Just over an hour later we were back in Edinburgh, Calum had realised he'd be finishing at a school nearby Haymarket around the same time we'd be arriving so he was able to pick us up and off on the last leg we went - Edinburgh road bumps and all 😫 this was where I was most aware of the pain I had while sitting down - ouchie. I was told I'd be tender, almost like a very heavy period for a number of days but this was the first time I'd ever thought that sitting on a doughnut pillow would have been helpful!

I had decided that I was treating myself to a Dominoes pizza tonight so we ordered that on the way home and picked it up on route so we could eat before I needed to rest and before Calum was teaching. It was so tasty! But, shortly after I felt really unwell. I wasn't sure if it was the pizza, the overwhelming feeling of food in my stomach after so long being on juice and being careful what I ate throughout this process but I also felt intense pain in my abdomen and needed quick relief so I had a bath. I was then feeling very sick and was worried that I'd overdone it with the pizza, however, only cloudy, peachy-coloured mucas or bile-like liquid (although that was always green when it happened to me as a child on my period) came out, not a single slice made its way back up my gullet - strange. I did feel some relief afterwards though and Mum did point out how much drugs and poking and prodding I'd gone through so straight to bed with a hot-water bottle it was for me!

I tried a short video call with Kevin around 6pm but it didn't last long for I was clearly falling asleep, was in pain and couldn't sustain the conversation. Mum's been great coming in every so often to check on me, bringing me tea, iced water, painkillers & topping up the hot-water bottle - each 2hr period went by in a flash. Now its after midnight, I'm wide awake and I perhaps need to try to get back to sleep to maintain my body clock’s routine.

In the morning I'll be waiting for a call between 0830-1200 to tell us if any of the 11 eggs (oh yes, I forgot to say, they managed to collect 11 eggs! 🥰) have fertilised overnight. The procedure went according to plan and there were many large follicles alongside some smaller ones, which all produced eggs! Of course I'm delighted as the bigger the number, the more of a chance of fertilisation occurring (about 60-70%) but they have warned that perhaps not all of them will be mature enough and they just won't know that until they go to inject them individually which they were doing this afternoon. I kept saying to each nurse who came to speak to me "It only takes 1" which is true but a very human-minded angle to take. Of course what I mean is that God only needs 1 to create our wee miracle - if it is His intention. 11 eggs have been collected, around half may fertilise, half of those may make it to blastocyst stage, 1 or 2 might make it to a transfer. Or none. There is no way of telling - but God knows.

Whatever happens tomorrow (today now really!) or in the coming days before a potential transfer on Saturday, I know that I've done all that I can, within my power to follow the rules, do as I'm told for this process, but only God has the final say over whether any part of this process is a success or not. So far, he has graced me with his abundant love and graced us with the opportunity to have these final chances at having a family that we so dearly desire. God hears our prayers, our deepest desires, no bargaining is required & certainly no "if I do this, he'll do this" nonsense. If it is His will, He will make it happen. He created medical advances, He created the staff who carry out the medical procedures, He provided the funding for the government to give Scots 3 chances at IVF, He decided that this path was for us and although I questioned it several times, Kevin believed, like the innocence that a child has when they look to their parent for answers.

"Likewise, you who are younger, be subject to the elders. Clothe yourselves, all of you, with humility toward one another, for "God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble." Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at a proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you." - 1 Peter 5:5-7

Prayer points to consider:

Thank God for the wonders that he has created in our scientific/medical/engineering world.

Thank God for keeping Màiri and Kevin safe & healthy during this challenging process.

Pray for the staff at Ninewells that they may come to rest their weariness, to look to the Lord for strength.

Pray for the eggs taken from Màiri's body today, that they be kept safe overnight and over the following days as they hopefully bond together with Kevin's DNA and develop into healthy embryos.

Pray for the embryologists, that they may see God's wonder of His creation when they look through their microscope. Only he could engineer such amazing cells which one day could grow into a child who walks on this earth.

Pray for Màiri as she recovers and rests in the hope that each day brings encouraging news.

Pray for Kevin who is experiencing this from afar, that he feels close to the process and give him strength in his relationship with his mighty nemesis - patience!

Pray for the 2 other ladies who also went through egg collections today, that their journey may be blessed and anxieties eased.

Pray for other couples, at different stages of their journeys in the unit - embryo transfers and scans/tests that were happening today too.

I pray too for all of you wonderful, supportive people who are reading this, thinking of us, praying for us and hoping with us. WE THANK YOU ALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF OUR HEARTS 💝

Waiting for the train home

"And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen and establish you" - 1 Peter 5:10

[tainbocuailnge]

bitch I live like walking distance from the german border i should just try some of that miracle german bread for myself already

[seychellse]

First of all I cant believe I really wrote this and said, “yeah, I’m gonna post this” this is just one of many stupid things I should have left as a dumb 2am thought

There is some violence mentioned so I’m flagging it just in case ok ok

Thought: would you kill the love of your life for a lifetime supply of breadsticks? How about baguettes, freshly baked? Able to be ordered on demand, any time you felt a flight of fancy coming on. Chocolate traybakes? An unending supply of sweetmeats of your choice?

Eren for sure would, little hesitation on his part. But he’d gauge how good the lifetime supply is before merking you at least, and would demand samples, would make you try them too as a final olive branch before you die. I headcanon that he doesn’t like sweet stuff much and he’d be way more motivated by savoury offers, so cake is out for sure. It would probs be something shitty too - he would tempt you into acquiescing to his demand to die by plying you with challah and pita, but he’d switch up the SECOND you’re gone and opt for like soda bread or pumpernickel, something that would make you fully regret giving up your life lol

Surprisingly, Annie and Historia would too 🤔 The latter would maybe be more reluctant but for both of them, all they need is some convincing from the terrible influences in their lives - that’s always enough to spur them into making bad decisions lol. Annie would do it for carrot cake but would prefer red velvet or maybe the quintessential chocolate chip cookie (the crumbly, foil packet type, not the melt-in-your-mouth soft kind). She’d also murmur apologies over and over again as the light dims from your eyes and you exhale for the last time and she would ever so gently carry you to your grave, making sure nobody knew of her sin of greed and mariticide. She’d pick an easy way for you to go, so she can feel less guilt for her decision. Anyways, Historia is another one for preferring savoury over sweet, so she’d go for any kind of bread that would pair well with a good, soft cheese and, queen that she is, pulls the soft, warm baked dough from its crispy crust oh so gingerly. She’s delicate with it because she’d also be trying to push out the parallel image of her gazing down at you screaming out for help, for redemption or at least an end to your suffering while you, too, were torn apart.

Connie would do it but he’d regret it for sure - you can only fill the void with sweet Danish pastries and savoury bruschetta for so long I guess. Niccolo would help him make some ciabatta to help him get over it on Sasha’s request but she’d just sneak in and eventually he’d tell em to get lost with their lovey-dovey nonsense and break down, regretting his moment of greed for the life he had made forfeit. Connie it’s honestly OK; grilled cheese made with rustic-style slices of granary white bread and skinny Swiss cheese will take the pain away :’-( plus it’s free! Free forever! For his own sake and not to insult your memory and sacrifice he’d get over it eventually, but the taste of bloomer loaves will forever feel hollow to him.

Jean is 100% the opposite fr fr. He’s got you, boo! No way he’s giving you up for some fucking bread. It’s actually very sweet how heated he gets about it so you make sure nobody tries to bring it up again in case he actually blows a gasket. But you’ll clutch him at night, perplexed as to why he’s so rigid and stiff the closer you get. The reason? He’s tormented by the thought of hastily refusing the offer - like, sure, bread is whatever. Not good enough to end a life for sure. But: he deadass could have had an on-demand supply of madeleines... Viennese whirls... petit beurres... butter biscuits of the highest quality... the thought of what could have been will haunt him for the rest of his life.

Mikasa would kill anyone who even asked her that. How dare they?? She, who lost her original family, her adoptive family, her found family, AND the people she tried to find comfort and community with afterwards??? And now you’re asking if she’d give up the one person she clung to in her moments of weakness, the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with?????? Are you insane. No amount of crumbly loaves are worth your life. Pita’s a favourite of hers (she’ll insist with such passion that it’s not just bc Eren’s partial to them too), along with herby breads like garlic bread and focaccia, but even the promise of a lifetime’s amount of them will never sway her. She’d kill whoever had the nerve to ask before they could even finish the question tbh. #traumabonding #justgirlythingz

Armin is SUCH a sweetie - another for the ‘no’ pile. His tastes start off a little juvenile, but there’s nothing wrong with that. Everybody loves shortbread, after all - same with macaroons. But as he gets older, his tastes also shift from sweet to more savoury sweetmeats. It’s worth it to keep racking up a bill for the leagues of cheesy croissants and oatcakes he becomes partial to, if only because he gets to experience you waking him up every morning and feeding them to him with a smile and a fresh cup of espresso. Best boy 💯

The final babe that would never give you up for something as simple as a sweet, crumbly thing is Marco. Mmm, he’s a good man. Just like Jean, he would have recurring thoughts about his foodstuff of choice, which is 100% homemade garlic bread; the kind made with a proper butter instead of premade paste and nearly falls apart after being pulled from the oven because it’s so soft, golden brown and glazed with honey. The thought makes his mouth water and his mind drift, but it also reaffirms his belief that the ephemeral dose of dopamine it would give him wouldn’t be worth the lifetime of pain he’d have to slog through without you to mitigate it. BEST BOY HE’S THE BEST

Honestly, Reiner is obsessed with ginger, so he loves gingersnaps and gingerbread in equal measures. It’s not just a Christmas thing with him; he’d eat the spiced biscuits any day, any time. He’ll bring an entire tin into bed, dip them in tea, salivate over designing gingerbread houses just to absolutely devour them like it’s some kind of ritualistic practice. He’s a sugar fiend for sure, but what really gets him going is more out-there flavour combinations. So he’s sacrificing you, but it’s for the sake of bringing lesser-liked sweet treats into the limelight for maximum enjoyment for the masses. Don’t you want people to enjoy what he enjoys? Don’t you want him to be happy? If he did sacrifice you, it would only be during a fit of madness, but he wouldn’t even be able to enjoy his veritable feast of aniseed or Anzac biscuits afterwards, and he’d probably go down with you. Romantic

Bertholdt would. He just would I’m sorry. He’s so basic with his choices too like dang you set yourself up for real? For endless flatbreads? For dry-ass crackers? it’s absolutely shocking. How can he sit there & exchange you for a plain, dry tortilla with his soul intact? That’s why he’d try and be sneaky about it; you’d judge so hard if he murdered you and all he got in return was a lifetime issue of whole wheat. He would have slight texture issues so filled sweetmeats are a no-go, and things like seeded bread are his absolute nightmare. He enjoys sweet things! He would enjoy pan de leche and agege bread so much if he wasn’t so afraid of change. Bertie baby; please for your own good try and push the boat out a little - don’t let your lover die for no good reason

It’s a little difficult to pinpoint exactly what kind of treat Ymir would destroy you for. One thing that sticks out to her is macarons, the brightly-coloured treats are both tasteful and tasty and make her think good thoughts. She likes that - but can’t decide if that’s enough to justify the atrocity she would be committing against you. She’s not too bothered about her own death, but yours...? Hard to say. Despite all of that, whether or not she would actually go through with it in the end, you do know that she will bring the dilemma up endlessly just to taunt you about it. She probably wouldn’t... probably.

Sasha is a total write-off lol bless her this one’s too easy. This is not up for debate in any manner that would make sense. Sasha is bae and she knows you are also bae. This does not, however, change the fact that she would also kill you for a half-empty share box of stale profiteroles fished out of a back-alley trash can downtown that she had to fight off both hobos and dumpster-diving hippies for. So for a fresh stack? A chocolate-covered, berry-topped, sugar dusted, ice cream filled croquembouche? Whenever she feels the urge? Don’t. Even. Bother. Listen - you love her enough to know that food comes first in her life, always. In fact, not only would you would help her kill yourself for her to receive an eternal supply of choux pastry, you would be GRATEFUL for the opportunity. OKAY?!

[wonderlandhatter]

Fixations and love.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (I’m fairly sure I didn’t include any pronouns so it can be read as gender neutral)

Summary: Just fluff honestly, it’s quite short but it’s pretty much just Spencer coming home from a case, you’re making bread and lots of cuddles and kisses. Pretty much just fluff with plot.

Word count: 1674

Warnings: None just a load of fluff.

Prompt: 7. “Well the probability of that is 0 but knock yourself out”

A/N: Thank you so much for the request. i posted this like 10 days ago but it was unedited and honestly awful, I haven’t had any inspiration to write in ages, i tried to fix the mess that this was but I still don’t think its great, its ok but anyways. I’m going to try and get out of this slump.

A/N2: My old account got deleted so I'm just reposting my fics I would appreciate if you could bust this so i could get back to where my account was thank you for your time.

God you hated mornings. They are just horrible, people that like them should not be trusted, they must have issues if they enjoy leaving their nice warm bed.

That’s why you always stayed up late, it had always been that way, when the sun was down is when you felt your happiest and most productive.

And that is why you are currently up at 2am making bread in your kitchen, well attempting. You had wanted to have had the bread done by now or at least by the time Spencer got back home from their latest case. But maybe your plans to bake in the morning got pushed back by the fact you slept until 2pm (it’s the weekend so no judging) and then had some work you brought home to finish so yeah, you’re doing it now. But better late than never.

You were currently sitting on your couch watching greys anatomy while you let your dough rest (for the third time because you may or may not have been very unsuccessful thus far but third times the charm right).

While you were completely wrapped up in the current episode you heard the keys turning and your front door opening to reveal your very handsome boyfriend finally home from a weeklong case.

As soon as you both made eye contact smiles appeared and you rose from your spot and ran straight into his open arms were your face buried into his chest welcoming his familiar smell and he buried his into the top of your head letting the smell of home engulf him, your smell.

You stood there for a minute or two like you always did. After every case when Spencer came home to you, you hugged him, you held each other because that’s what you needed what you both needed, sometimes longer than others but without fail you needed to feel him to feel that he was there and that he had gotten home safe.

He needed to feel you to feel at home and grounded and at peace, he needed to feel the happiness you could only bring to him in contrast of the sadness and horror he was stepping away from.

Spencer was the first to break the silence as you gripped his cardigan , he kissed your temple before speaking “I don’t think I will ever get tired of coming home to you” you smiled at that, home you loved it when he called you home, “I truly hope you don’t, I know I will never get tired of coming home to you” you said the last part as you looked up at him and saw he was already looking at you with a love sick smile, he brought one of his hands up you cup your cheek and you leaned in welcoming the familiar touch.

“I love you y/n” you smiled, god you had heard him say it so many times but it would never fail to make you smile, and so you leaned up and capture his lips in a kiss that said more you ever could.

The first kiss after a case was always all consuming, it was filed with so much love, lust and emotion. It was powerful and wonderful; it was everything you couldn’t share while you were apart and everything you did; all the I love yous and the I miss yous shared over the phone all in one kiss all to show that even though he you couldn’t always be together physically the love and care would always be there. It made you feel loved and any insecurities you or he had about themselves or the relationship were wiped away. It was a dream.

You pulled away first cursing your lungs for needing air, neither you or Spencer opened your eyes just leaned on each other’s forehead basking in the moment and relishing in the love just shared, “I love you too spencer, so much”.

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Spencer had gone to shower a little after and you were making coffee, currently adding his mountain of sugar. You had gotten him to cut back on it a little, but it barely mattered he still took it like there was no tomorrow.

You heard him coming out of the shower and approaching you, your back was still to him as you made the coffee so he hugged you from behind and rested his head on your shoulder leaving light scattered kisses on your neck his half dried hair tickling you as he did you giggled.

“Spence stop your tickling me” you giggled while wriggling in his hold, “fine but only because I see coffee and I haven’t had any in too long”.

You half turn around to pick up his mug while now being caged in between the counter and him and handing him his mug.

He takes it from you with a grateful smile and takes a sip “thank you love, it’s perfect” he says after tasting it and kissing your cheek, you reply with a simple and very cocky ‘I know’ before picking up your own mug and taking a sip. Spencer simply sighed out a breathy laugh and shook his head.

Spencer set his cup down on the counter behind you and rested his hands on your hips one hand mindlessly making its way under your shirt, circling your left hip with his thumb without even thinking about it more of just an instinct to need to feel you in any way possible, you both stood like that in comfortable silence.

Spencer broke the silence as the thought popped in his head “so, what were you up to so late” your eyes widen with excitement, you had completely forgotten about the bread dough, it should be ready by now. Jumping up and setting your mug down you practically ran to where you had left your dough to rise.

“Oh, I nearly forgot” you paused in front of the bowl and looked at Spencer who was looking at you with an amused grin, while leaning on the counter and sipping his coffee. So, you explained plainly “I’ve been making bread”.

He raised a questioning eyebrow at you and repeated your statement but as more of an amused question than a statement. “You’ve been making bread?” you just scowled at him and answered very overexaggeratedly, “yes Spencer I have been making bread” you answered strongly, and he just gave you a look before you continued.

“Fine it hasn’t been very successful but this time I know it will be perfect I just need to check that my dough has risen”.

Spenser loved how you got these hyper fixations, you would obsess over shows and hobbies, you would have so much joy and passion for each of them and he loved you even more for it. This time it looks like it was bread, but he quickly saw your face drop as you took the cloth of the top of your bowl.

“Did it not rise” you simply huffed and looked ultimately defeated as you leaned on the counter behind you crossing your arms looking like a sad puppy, you looked up when you heard steps and saw Spencer making his way to you.

“I don’t get it I followed the recipe exactly why do I keep messing it up” Spencer hugged you once he had reached you and rubbed circles onto your back “it’s alright love, bread is a really difficult and delicate thing to make, I’m sure you’ll get it.” This didn’t really make you feel better, you simply grumbled and inaudible response as your face was buried in his chest, Spencer tried his best not to laugh, you were just so adorable when you were tired and slightly grumpy.

“Tell you what love, its late why don’t we go to bed and try again tomorrow”.

You just grumbled into his chest again and this time he couldn’t hold back a tinny   giggle, you knew he was right, you were tired plus you had run out of flour so tomorrow would be the better option.

You could feel Spencer’s chest move as he laughed at your response “come on love I’m sure you will get it tomorrow; I don’t have work so I can help you it will be fun” you simply replied a slightly less muffled response from your spot in his chest “Well the probability of that is 0 but you can knock yourself out“.

“Oh, come on grumpy boots, it will be fun you’re just tired just wait until tomorrow evening when you get your energy back”. “Fine Mr 187 maybe you’re right”.

“Yes I am, now come on I’m tired too, plus I’ve missed sleeping with you in my arms”.

You removed your face from his chest and looked at him while moving your arms up around his neck playing with the damp hair in the nape of his neck “I missed having you in my bed too, your hoodie isn’t the same, it smells the same, but it isn’t you”.

Spencer looked at your sad eyes recalling the nights alone “I know but I’m here now and I don’t plan on leaving your side while I am, now come on”.

You squealed as Spencer swiftly grabbed the top of your thighs and picked you up your legs wrapping around him out of habit. “Spencer I can walk”.

Spencer smirked and patted you bum with one of his hands as you hid your face in his neck to hide how flustered he was making you, “yeah well I want to carry you, I told you I’m not leaving your side while I’m home with you, I’m keeping you as close as possible”.

And with that he walked you to your shared room and laid you down, having already been in pj’s you didn’t need to change, he got under the covers with you and you held each other sharing kisses and I love yours until you drifted of feeling complete once again now that you were back together.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

H-hello so uhh, top 10 boyos who are great cooks, like uhh they'll make you dinner from scratch and its good, really good food. If that's oke, thank you ❤❤❤

*SMACKS PALMS AGAINST THE TABLE* NOW THIS IS A FUCKING ASK. LET’S GO BITCH.

tfp Breakdown. The best fucking cook you will ever goddamn see. Breakdown knew nothing about cooking, until he realized that food brings people together. Then he picked some stuff online, and now, dudes fucking Gordon Ramsey in this bitch. He loves making BIG portions of stuff, and loves working with meat. You get him a nice roast, a few potatoes and onions? He can feed the entire ship easily. Not to mention he’s quite the baker boy, so he indulges his husband when his 2am chocolate cake cravings hit.

rid2015 Wildbreak. Not AS good as his dad, but he’s a competent boy. He loves making mushroom risotto, and hand pies. Breakdown is so proud of his ass, and they have little cook offs on a daily basis.

Rid2015 Thunderhoof. Not only does he look good while doing it, but boy makes some FINE Italian food. Pizzas, raviolis, eggplant parms, lasagna, and his peak masterpiece; spaghetti and meatballs. Dude makes the best meatballs, makes the sweetest tomato sauce, all with a giant ass thing of garlic bread. Seriously, you will never run out of bread, or wine. For dessert, his go to is affogato, but if he gives a shit about you, he’ll go the extra mile and make the best goddamn tiramisu you've ever fucking had. Dude and coffee and go hand and hand tbh.

Rescue bots Hightide. He’s no five star chef, but he knows how to make simple fish dishes (his favorite being clam chowder), and how to make a good, hearty bread. Its a bit salty, but you can’t help but ask for seconds. His food is meant to warm those he rescues, and it does a fair job.

tfa Blitzwing. No master, but he knows his way around the kitchen. Icy, at least. Random keeps eating the counter top, Hothead is pissed that he can’t fucking find the salt- it’s a mess. When Icy is around long enough though, he makes a damn good meat stuffed pumpkin, and can even make a nice egg pudding (he makes a decent german chocolate cake, but that’s way more Breakdown’s speed).

MTMTE Impactor. Odd choice, I know. But dude knows how to make shit ingredients taste good. You got some kinda old noodles? Congrats, you got yourself a fat plate of carbonara, greasy and delicious. He ain’t fancy, but he’s the best for you broke bitches with a low stock.

G1 Ironhide. Big portions, big calories with this cowboy. You can’t leave his place without a full belly. Biscuits and gravy, eggs, hashbrowns, porkchops, fried chicken- and that’s just breakfast. It’s nice, hearty, and you can ask for as many helpings as you’d like. He will not stop. His food is endless. You will go home with leftovers for like a week. Even a pudding pie for dessert.

tfa Prowl. He’s actually a vegetarian! He likes making clean, easy to eat food, like veggie rice balls (or doughnuts), carrot stew, honey garlic tofu on a bed of steamed veggies, and for dessert? A honey baked apple, topped with mix nuts and whipped cream. His food is very good, and clean. He even makes his own trail mix for when he goes on nature walks (its full of roasted nuts, dried fruits, and dark chocolate bits), and will happily share if you ask him for some.

Tfp Dreadwing. He was the main cook in the household, and as such, he can feed others, should it be needed of him. He likes making Salmon Meuniere, chicken curry, and honey glazed beef strips. All of his food comes with a bed of white rice. His favorite thing to make though? Those cute little wagashi treats. They’re often made of bean paste, and they go lovely with his daily cups of tea. He also makes them very pretty and ornate. 

Cyberverse Soundwave. He mainly learned now to cook because Hot Rod absolutely fucking can’t. He’s the more casual cook on this list, preferring stuff you can set and forget. Stuff like Salisbury steak and mashed potatoes, roasted chickens, mac and cheese, pot roast- pretty much anything you can stick in a crock pot, and have dinner ready for when he comes back from work. When he makes desserts, he loves making either cookies, or swiss rolls, depending how much time he has. He loves ube and pumpkin flavors.

[amayawolfe]

Congratulations on 100 followers! Can I request “You have no idea how to make toast?!” , said by Illumi? Or if you think it’ll be better if Chrollo said this, you can write it that way. Chrollo, Illumi, and Hisoka live in the same dorm room at the University of York New City. Chrollo was startled because Hisoka was trying to make toast , carelessly let it toast for too long, and nearly caught on fire. Hopefully that makes sense, lol.

requested by: shirophantomvox

Prompt Sentence: (will appear in bold)

#9 “You have no idea how to make toast?!”

Thank you so much once again for your participation in my 100 followers event! I hope you like what I came up with for your request! Can’t remember if I said this before but I’ve never done a school au before so coming up with the setting was fresh and fun! Enjoy!

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  All was relatively quiet on the University of York New City campus. The dark, mainly empty streets emitted a mild eeriness in the dead of night as the usual night owls and party goers were noticeably vacant. Tucked away in their rooms for some much needed extra rest or burning away the midnight oil at their desks, all done in preparation for the ever dreaded and rapidly approaching finals. 

  Even the ever popular Chrollo Lucilfer was holed away in his dorm room, pouring over his vast collection of texts and carefully taken notes. The faint rasp of graphite on note paper was barely audible over the soothing, yet motivational symphony of Mozart playing in the background. The music was not only to aid in his studies, but to help muffle out any excess sound that might disturb his sleeping dorm mate who was buried beneath a mountain of blankets in one of the lower bunks.

�� The young man paused in his work and glanced at the clock, nearly 2am. 

  “I suppose I should wrap this up for the night,” he muttered quietly to himself.

  Chrollo set down his pencil and stretched in his seat. Due to sitting in one position for so long, his neck, shoulders, and spine all crackled and popped like shipping bubble wrap. He took in a deep breath through his nose in preparation to lose a groan along with his stretch; but instead, he froze with a look of perplexity spreading across his face..

  Sniffing the air a little more carefully, he straightened up in his seat and turned towards the room door that let out into the hallway.

  Is something. . . burning?

  As though the gods were listening, the sudden shrill sound of one of the dorm's fire detectors started blaring throughout the shared living quarters. Chrollo jumped at first, then scrambled to his feet to make a mad dash out of his room. He had to find what was going on and solve the matter before the rest of the alarms were triggered throughout the building.

  From the corner of his eye, Chrollo saw his dorm mate, Illumi, jolt awake so hard he nearly smacked his head on the bunk above him. He was trying to untangle himself from the combination of blankets and waist long hair by the time Chrollo was out the door.

  Chrollo noticed the haze of smoke now lingering in the air during his rapid approach to the kitchen. Having excited the hallway and rounded the corner, he found a somewhat amusing, yet very concerning, site.

  His second dorm mate, Hisoka, was frantically fanning something inside the microwave with a dish towel. Whatever it was, it looked as though it could possibly be on fire as smoke was continuously emitting in concerning volumes.

  Before Chrollo had a chance to respond, Illumi rushed past and shoved Hisoka aside while snagging the dish towel from the red-head’s hands. Using the towel as a mitt, Illumi grabbed the microwave’s rotating plate and removed it. 

  Sure enough, there was something small and black sitting on the glass plate  which had a few dancing flames atop it. Illumi didn’t stop, he quickly set the glass tray in the sink, fetched a large pot lid, and placed it over the burning object. Before any of them could blink, the fire was snuffed out.

  Chrollo was next in action. Eyes locked on the screeching fire detector above, he gracefully climbed up onto the counter top. As soon as he stood, Chrollo reached up and held the reset button long enough to silence the alarm. 

  His body relaxed somewhat and he let out a content sigh when silence suddenly enveloped the household. Dropping his hand, he glared down at Hisoka who had just finished opening all the windows to let out the smoke.

  “Just what in Heaven’s name were you doing, Hisoka?” the shorter man scolded as he climbed down off the counter. 

  “You could have set the dorms ablaze,” Illumi added in his usual monotone voice. His large, dark eyes stared intently at the contents under the pot lid, head slightly tilted to one side. 

  Hisoka scowled then shrugged his broad shoulders, “I was a little hungry. ♠ So I thought some buttered toast would make a good snack. ♣”

  “Wait, you were trying to make toast in the microwave?” Chrollo questioned, confusion coloring his tone.

  “Well, yes~ ♡” Hisoka shrugged again and then smirked, “I just put some butter on bread, tossed it into the microwave and set it for a few minutes. I suppose seven minutes was too long, though.~ ♠”

  Silence overtook the kitchen once more as Illumi and Chrollo stared at Hisoka in slacked jawed disbelief. The red head looked back and forth between his dorm mates and the smirk slowly faded from his face. 

  “What? ♣” he questioned with a hand on his hip.

  The two blinked in unison and exchanged looks.

  “You have no idea how to make toast?!” they both questioned at once.

  Hisoka jumped a bit at the response in stereo. He then narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his muscled chest. 

  “Sure I do, I just set the timer too long is all. ♠”

  “Hisoka, you don’t make toast in a microwave,” Illumi said plainly. Chrollo pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

  “Oh~?” Hisoka raised an eyebrow and a smirk returned to his lips. “And you know how to make toast? I figured you had your butlers do all the food prep and cooking for you. ♢”

  Illumi stiffened at the red head’s words and pressed his lips tight. Without another word he spun back around, facing the counter. He swiftly removed a slice of bread from it’s bag, closed it properly as Hisoka had left it open, and loaded the bread into the toaster that was in plain view. Adjusting the dial to his preferred level of bread toastiness, Illumi then firmly pressed down the toaster lever and the bread disappeared into the machine. Within moments, a warm orange glow began to illuminate from the toaster’s slots.

  At this, Illumi faced Hisoka and sharply gestured towards the toaster as it did its job.

  “That, Hisoka, is how you make toast,” he stated with a cold edge resonating in his voice.

  Hisoka’s eyebrows had crawled up his forehead to the point of nearly reaching his hairline. His gaze shifted from the toaster to his long haired dorm mate.

  “And the butter? ♣”

  “You put that on after the bread pops back out of the toaster,” Chrollo sighed.

  There was a moment of silence as Hisoka looked between Chrollo, Illumi, and the toaster. He then blinked, smirked, and shrugged his shoulders.

  “Well,” Hisoka chuckled, “I guess that makes sense.~ ♡”

[firefly464]

The Real World - Chapter 4

Uhhh so I may have gotten a bit carried away writing this chapter... Oh well! I had lots of fun writing it :D

Made in collaboration with @i-have-this-now

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Tommy stared out the window of his small wooden shack. He had been relocated from the broken down van to a new, hastily put together room in the corner of L’manberg. Everyone had figured that the van was due to collapse at any second, and they didn’t exactly want the teenager in there when it did. After all, it wasn’t like he could just go back to his own base. That was directly in the middle of the Dream SMP. Going back there would be like signing a death warrant. 

He understood his friends thought process, he really did. But just because he understood it didn’t mean he was happy about it. Ever since he arrived in this strange world, the broken down van had been his home away from home. He knew that just being in it was dangerous, but that didn’t really matter. It was important to him. He was just glad they hadn’t forced him to stay in the underground bunker with everyone else. 

He sighed as he stared up at the night sky. What time was it now anyways. 2am? Maybe 3? Didn’t really matter either way. His mind was too full for sleep. He kept thinking about his home. His real home. He thought about his family and friends. He thought about his dogs, his favorite foods. How long had it been since he last slept in his own bed? Since he had eaten something that wasn’t just bread and steak? 

A tear slid down his face. He wanted to go home… But he had no idea how he had even gotten to this world, much less how to get out. Hell, there wasn’t even anyone who he could talk to about it. Unless…

A thought crossed his mind. He recalled how Dream had acted during the duel, in the seconds before he had lost consciousness. He had screamed and ran over to his side, as if trying to check on him. It was something that didn’t match up with the stories tubbo had told him. Whenever Tubbo had brought up Dream, his eyes filled with genuine anger and hatred. He spoke of a ruthless man who had destroyed their lives. A man who wasted no time in attempting to blow them all up. A man who had laid down explosives just to prove a point. It was a story that just hadn’t made sense to Tommy. 

Dream was a nice guy, and a friend. Sure he would tease and poke fun, but that didn’t change the fact that he meant well. It also didn’t make sense with what he had seen. After the duel, Tommy hadn’t seen Dream at all. If the stories Tubbo told were true, then it would have made sense for him to attack while he was unconscious or wounded. 

Maybe… Maybe Dream was connected to what was happening to him? He knew that it was a stretch, but at this point he had no other leads. He just wanted to figure out what was going on and how he could leave. 

He scanned the dark L’manberg property. Empty. Not a single torch or lantern was lit. Which meant… it was clear for him to make a run for it. He knew for a fact that none of his friends would support him going to visit the enemy. If they had any idea what he was trying to do, they would lock him inside the wooden shack until the nether froze over.

Quietly, he slipped out into the warm summer night. As quietly as he could, Tommy crept across the terrain to a small hole in the wall. He couldn’t go out the main entrance, it was completely caved in from the explosion. Trying to climb it would only end poorly. 

He was nearly out of the L’manberg property when a voice cut through the silent night air. “Tommy? Where are you going?”

The teenager swore under his breath. Of course Wilbur was out here. He had even said earlier that he was going to try to keep watch. Tommy turned to where the voice had come from, and nearly shrieked. In the pale moonlight, Wilbur looked like a monster straight out of a story book. His eyes were blood-shot and puffy. Pale, almost translucent looking skin was stretched across his face. His cheeks were sunken in , giving him a ghostly appearance. 

Tommy stepped closer to the older man, now feeling concerned more than anything “I was just… going for a walk…” he said, trying to make the lie sound convincing. 

Wilbur scoffed. “At 2 in the morning? I thought you were supposed to be resting.” he raised an eyebrow 

“I um… got better?” he responded, running his hand through his hair, “and I just wanted to go look around a bit… I’ve been inside for the past week.” he chuckles nervously

“Chugging 5 health potions if not enough to be considered ‘better,’ Tommy. I thought you already learned your lesson.” He made air quotes with his fingers to send his message across.

Tommy’s eyes widened “how did you…” his voice trailed off

His friend laughed at his confusion. “I saw you on the roof of the van earlier. No way would you have been able to make it up there if you were still injured. A quick check on our potion supply was all it took to confirm my suspicions.” 

“W-well then you should know that I’m perfectly capable of going on there on my own! I’m healed up now!” 

“Tommy, I don’t care how healed you are. You aren’t going out there on your own. Understood?”

Tommy’s jaw dropped open “What? Why the fuck not?”

“Because it's dangerous! Who knows what could happen to you if you went out there. Dream already tried to kill you once, who's to say that it won't happen again?” 

“I can take care of myself! I’m not going to do anything stupid” 

“Do you really expect me to believe that? You literally challenged Dream to a fucking duel while we tried negotiating peace treaties. If that isn’t idiotic then I don’t know what is.”

Tommy took a deep breath. Of course Wilbur didn’t trust him to go out on his own. Pretty much every other choice he had made was rash and dumb. Even if it had been mostly for the sake of entertainment in the real world, that wasn’t the case in this world. He was just a brash teenager here. “Will, I’ll be fine. I promise. I just need a chance to go and clear my head. We both know that I won’t get a chance to during the day.” 

Wilbur closed his eyes, considering Tommy’s offer. He did understand where he was coming from. The L’manberg territory wasn’t that big, and it could feel suffocating at times. Besides, he needed to trust his second in command, didn’t he? “Fine. But I expect you to be back by dawn. And I want you to come back and report to me immediately if you see anything suspicious. Understood?” 

He nodded, releasing a breath that he didn’t know he had been holding. “Of course,” he said, taking a step towards the hold in the wall. “Go get some rest Wilbur. You look terrible” 

He shook his head “I’m fine. I just need to keep everyone safe”

“You can’t keep people safe if you’re passed out. Go rest. I’ll wake you up if I see anything.” 

“... Fine. Just be careful” Wilbur stood and walked away from the tree he was sitting against. Tommy stared at his friend’s retreating figure for a moment, before walking out into the crisp summer night. 

As soon as he knew Tommy had left, Wilbur turned and rushed towards the hole in the wall. Like hell was he going to let Tommy go off on his own. The kid was going to do something stupid with no one to back him up. Will wasn’t going to let that happen.

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Dream stood in the training grounds above his home. With a wooden training sword in his hand, he attempted to practice some of the techniques that George had used earlier that day. God, why was he so fucking useless? 

24 seconds. That was how long the longest bout had lasted. 24 seconds before Dream surrendered. It had taken George 4 different bouts before he had called it a day. Dream had refused. He begged his friend to teach him how to use the sword, making up some bull shit excuse about the lingering effects from the poison to justify it. He wanted to learn how to fight. After all, he was apparently the best at combat in the smp. It made sense. After all, he was a world record holder. So why on earth was he so useless?!

“Because its not a fucking game anymore,” he said out loud, frustration seeping into his voice. He was glad no one was around to hear him, or to see him stumbling around with the practice sword. 

“Here I thought you were supposed to be good at PVP,” said a voice behind him. Tommy's voice… Dream whirled around, still holding the sword. 

On one hand, he felt a rush of relief at the words. Tommy had survived. He was ok. But on the other, he was still the second in command of L’manberg. For all Dream knew, Tommy could have been sent to assassinate him. It was a theory that was only made more likely when he considered his failure from earlier that day. Wilbur had somehow heard about how weak and pathetic he had become, and sent Tommy to kill him while he couldn’t fight back. 

Dream locked eyes with his friend. Tommy stood at the opposite side of the small training grounds, watching Dream practice. The teenager stepped onto the wooden floor and picked up one of the practice swords. He held it in his hand for a moment, before making a couple swings and stabs. He may not have fallen over, but he still looked like a dork. 

Tommy let out a laugh, “This is so cool. This is so fucking cool!” he spun and pointed the sword at Dream. His face had a massive grin on it, making him look like a little kid. “Come at me bitch boy, I’ve got a knife! What are you gonna do about it!” 

Dream raised an eyebrow. Tommy was acting as if he had never held a sword in his life. But that didn’t make sense. In this world, sword fighting seemed to be rather common. And Tommy had been rather skilled at minecraft PVP. That should have translated to his combat abilities in this world. So why was he acting like a 5 year old? “You act like you’ve never held a sword before,” Dream said. 

Tommy stared at Dream, trying to gauge his reaction. He tried to figure out the best response. He had heard Dream muttering about it not being a game anymore, but that wasn’t nearly enough to risk revealing himself. So instead he pushed just a little more. “Says the one flailing around like a headless chicken. Aren’t you supposed to be the Minecraft god? Or are you just bad?”

Dream froze. No one had even mentioned the word Minecraft since he had arrived here. Whenever he tried bringing it up in conversation, his friends had just looked at him like he was crazy. But here Tommy was just saying it like it was nothing. “How do you-” he began to ask, but was cut off by the sound of metal. 

Tommy’s eyes narrowed. Dream knew something. And he wasn’t sharing. In a single motion, he drew his netherite sword and pointed it at Dream’s throat. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his hand from trembling. Dream dropped his practice sword and raised his hands in the air. Tommy was seething with anger. “I fucking knew it! You stupid son of a bitch I knew you had something to do with this! What did you do to me?! Where am I?! Why can’t I go home?!”

“I-”

“What are you planning Dream? What are you trying to get out of this?” He growled. 

“I don’t know!” Dream said desperately “I don’t know what's going on!” 

“Bullshit! You’re the only one who’s even remotely reacted to something from the real world. You must know something!” 

“Tommy I just want to go home!” Dream shouts “I don’t fucking belong here! Don’t you think if I knew how to leave, I would?!” 

“Give me one good reason why I should believe you,” he said, stepping forward slightly so that the tip of the blade rested against Dream’s throat. 

“Because you’re my friend!” he yelled. “If I knew how to help you, or what to do, then I would!”

Tommy considered Dream’s words. He had a point… the two of them were friends, weren’t they? Tommy should at least give him the courtesy of listening to his side of the story before jumping to any conclusions. Dream’s appearance only solidified his decision. His eyes were red and swollen from lack of sleep. He looked like he was in a similar condition to Wilbur. Except instead of stress and worry, Dream’s declining health was due to frustration and fear. 

He lowered the blade to his side and stepped back. “Fine. I’ll believe you for now.” He looked down at his hand “When were you brought here?” 

Dream let out a breath of relief. He knew that if Tommy had really wanted to, he could have run him through, no questions asked. And Dream didn’t even know how to defend himself. “About a week ago I think? It was during the bow duel…” 

Tommy nodded. “Same. All I remember was being on the computer, and then suddenly I held a bow and had an arrow through my chest.”

Dream winced “Are you ok now at least? I’ve been really scared that I actually killed you…” 

“Fine. I drank a couple health pots earlier today, so at least my wound is healed. It’s been more boring than anything else” he was silent for a moment, thinking. “Dream… How much do you know about the war?” 

“Um, wasn’t it pretty much the same as it was in game?” 

Tommy shook his head “No. According to Tubbo, it was so much worse here… Apparently the war has been going on for over half a year now. I guess the only reason everyone lasted so long was because they were constantly downing health and regen pots. But even so, I guess it was a bloodbath…” his voice trailed off, remembering the pained and weary expression on Tubbo’s face when he had talked about it. 

“Are you serious…?” 

“Yeah. Everyone back in L’manberg is terrified of you. They all despise you for what you’ve done to them. I guess the other you was a ruthless monster…” 

The concerned look on Dream's face only grew more and more as Tommy continued talking. The two of them stood in silence once Tommy had finished. After a couple minutes of thinking, he finally spoke. “Tomorrow, I’ll be calling a council to negotiate a peace treaty. I’m going to put an end to this war, once and for all.”

Tommy nodded “that sounds… good. It’ll be nice to not have everyone look so fucking scared all the time” He glanced up at the moon in the sky. “I need to be heading back. Will is gonna be worried if I’m not back soon.”

“Oh yeah, isn’t it past your bedtime?” he asked with a chuckle

A smile broke out onto tommys face “I’ll have you know, I am far too old and mature for bedtimes.” 

“Right. I’m sure that everyone would agree with that” 

“Oh they most definitely would. After all, I’m the second in command to Wilbur! It takes a lot of maturity to do that.” 

“Uh huh. Get going you freaking child” 

“Sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of your stupidity!” Tommy called out as he walked away from Dream and back to L’manberg. For the first time since he had woken up, he felt actually hopeful. Hopeful that he would find a way home. Hopeful that maybe things would turn out ok. He grinned to himself as he jogged down the wooden path, mostly just grateful that he was no longer all alone.

~~~ Wilbur paced in his small room, trying to figure out what to do. The conversation between Tommy and Dream echoed in his mind. At first, he had been following Tommy to protect him and make sure he didn’t do anything rash. He had very nearly revealed himself to the teenager when he had approached the training grounds. But then he had heard him start to speak.

Tommy may have baited and attacked Dream at first, but then Dream had claimed to be a friend. Wilbur wasn’t sure what bothered him more. The fact that Dream was claiming to be an ally, or the fact that those words had caused Tommy to spare him. Just last week, Tommy had sworn to kill Dream, no matter what. Why on earth had he suddenly changed his mind? 

Unless… Unless it was all an act. An act to get close to them, then stab them in the backs. No. No Tommy would never do that. There had to be some other explanation. Some other reasoning for his behavior. 

Wilbur hadn’t heard the conversation after Tommy had spared Dream. He knew that he should have stayed, but he couldn’t bear watching his friend betray him. Better to live in the dark. He would just have to keep an eye on him. Yeah. Keep an eye on him, and make sure that he didn’t do anything to hurt them. 

It would be fine. Everything would be fine.

~~~

“Look. If you’re here to ask about Tommy or Dream, then you can piss off. I came back to streaming for a break from all that,” Tubbo told his viewers. His eyes involuntarily drifted towards his other monitor, as they often did when he thinking about his missing friends. His second monitor was where he had Discord open. Where Tommy and Dream still sat in the main voice channel, completely silent. Neither of their families had the heart to turn off their computers, so they just sat there, exactly as they were before they vanished. Tubbo liked to sit in the vc whenever he was streaming. Something about it was… comforting to him. He wasn’t sure why. 

His attention was drawn back to the stream chat by a donation. It was filled with questions about his missing friends.

He let out a groan of frustration. “All right, we’re going on sub only mode for a bit. I can’t deal with this shit right now. Thanks mods,” he told the chat, “I know, I know, I don’t like it either. But I just can’t deal with questions about them right now. Sorry guys.” 

That was when it happened. A rustling sound. A voice very quietly saying, “what the…” 

Tubbo frowned in confusion. “Can you guys hear that? Or is it just me?” he asked. 

That was when he heard it. Tommy's voice. Tommy’s voice coming in from the discord vc. All he said were two words. “Hello? Tubbo?” 

The stream went offline.

~~~

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[ughitsnic]

Quarantine fluff: Tom Holland

Request for some quarantine fluff with tom.i hope this was okay i wasn't really sure on what to write but i had fun and got carried away and for once its over 1k. which is alot for me lol.

i cant think of a title so if you have any suggestions please please let me know.

When lock down was being announced tom did everything he could to convince you to stay with him at his house opposed to you staying at your uni accommodation and of course you couldn't say no to those big brown puppy dog eyes, even if you had only been dating just over 2 months.

"Babe we can finally watch all of those movies we wanted to. Every night will be movie night and we can go out on walks with Tessa in the evening and watch the sun set. We could get a new hobby. I know you wanted to start painting" Tom says quickly getting over excited and setting the hopes way to high for this quarantine. These movie nights and evening walks only lasted a week, who was you kidding it lasted 3 whole days and the plans quickly changed to spending all day snuggled in bed together the same tv show, that you had both watched a million times, was playing in the background.

"You're such a pretty boy" you whisper tracing your finger down the slope of his nose and kissing it softly and flatten down his unruly brows. Everything about this boy was perfect and you couldn't believe how lucky you were to be with him right now.

"Babygirl..." he whispers resting his head against yours. "I am nothing compared to you, this might sound cheesy but youre smile physically makes my knees weak" your cheeks immediately heat up at his sweet words.

"Gross!" Harrison shouts pretending to be sick in the doorway. "It's 2pm time to actually get out of bed lovebirds" he groans. "I'm going to Tesco what do you want"

"Stuff to make bread" you say. "I've seen everyone making bread, it can't be that hard" you explain.

Bread making lasted 2 weeks, 3 at the most. You were sitting on the kitchen floor, your back against the counter, Tom across from you as you waited for the bread to bake, you absentmindedly scroll through instagram the bread was almost done and you couldn't wait to try it, you had a good feeling about this loaf.

"If this is anything like last time i'm banning you from touching the oven until this is over" he warns as the timer goes off, you carefully get the bread out, so far so good.

"It smells amazing" he admits getting up. You get the knife and slice it carefully, immediately frowning it looked nothing like the picture in the book. You pass it to Tom to try and you watch his face as he takes a bite, scrunching up his nose, unlike last time there wasn't disgust written across his face. His eyes widen as he takes another

"Is it good?" You ask nervously, biting your lip, he quickly nods covering his mouth.

"Really good, really really y/n you should drop out of uni and start baking bread full time" he says cutting another slice. "Open"

Then the tiktok addiction and of course tom was the better dancer and he easily mastered every dance after only 10 minutes.

“Don't post that!” Tom begs as you continue to cry with laughter at the clip of him throwing it back to savage. You wipe the tears. “y/n baby please!” he whines reaching for the phone.

“If i don't post it can i save the video, just for me please” if looks could kill, you would be dead right now. “Remember that picture you have of me, i let you keep it” you try to bargain with him. He laughs reaching for his own phone and getting that picture up and showing you. You cringe. You were passed out on the bathroom floor, your head resting against the toilet. You were so drunk that night, it was when you all thought it would be a good idea to start drinking everyday at 10am because there was nothing else to do and you all got yourself into some messes. Whilst the memories were funny, the hangovers are lethal.

“Or was it this picture?” tom smirks, yet another drunk picture of you but this time you were stood on the coffee table, listing your skirt flashing a pair of spiderman boxers you brought as a joke. “Ill suppose you can keep the video”

Eventually you got round to watching some movies.

"I don't even know why we are together what do you mean you have never watched Iron Man! That's a classic" you boyfriend stood in disbelief, hands on hips. "Have you even seen captain america?"

"I've watched guardians of the galaxy" you laugh and he just shakes his head. "We can watch them tomorrow you promised me we can watch twilight tonight"

"Im not watching twilight"

"Fine, ill watch it with harry then" you say picking up your blanket off the sofa and grabbing the bowl of popcorn.

"No don't go baby" he reaches for your hand and pulls you back into his lap. He sits quiet watching the movie, trying to act as though he wasn't enjoying it every time he caught you looking at him. But when he didn't notice you would watch him gasp or get annoyed with Bella. When they finished it was 2am and he turned to you.

“That was a roller coaster”

"Team Edward or Jacob?" You question smiling.

"Edward is that even a question, Edward is-'' he quickly stops himself. "Cool or whatever i don't" he shrugs.

"You loved it!" you laugh

"No" he presses his lips together trying to fight a smile

"You did"

"Okay maybe i did a little"

"Just a little?" You question skeptically.

"Fine, i loved it alot, almost as much as i love you" he admits.

"You love me?" You whisper in shock, you watched the realisation set in at what he had just said.

"Of Course i love you y/n why else would i have eaten all those crappy loafs of bread and learnt those dances?"

"Not all of my bread was bad"

"Around 90% of it was" he smiles and you have to agree, he kisses the back of your hand

"I love you too"

"If you loved me you would watch iron man" he says, looking up at you through his eyelashes, there they were again, those puppy dog eyes.

"It's 2am?"

"So? We have nowhere to be tomorrow" he says already opening up Disney+ i promise you will love it" around half way through the film tom ended up falling asleep, his head on your shoulder, you put the blanket over him, moving his hair back off his forehead and kissing him, cuddling back up to him to finish the movie. Once the movie was done you put the rubbish into the bin and the pots in the sink to soak, you turn off the lights and go back into the living room, tom had since layed down sprawled across the sofa.

“Cuddle with me” he mumbles his voice rough, opening his arms. You squeeze next to him, your chests and noses pressed together. “Hi” he smiles, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“Hey cutie” you whisper.

“Sorry i fell asleep”

“It's okay, it's exhausting doing nothing all day” you whisper, closing your eyes, trying your hardest to fight falling to sleep. Tom shuffles around, pulling you onto him so you both had more room, your head now on his chest.

“Am i squishing you?” you question, you didn't care if you was, you couldn't be bothered to move.

“No this is nice” he yawns, running his fingers through your hair. “Love you”

“I love you too”

[disaster-bay-leaf]

Ok so these were the cutest~ (ㆁωㆁ)

4, 6, 7, 9, 12, 19, 22, 23, 28, 33, 34, 46, 47, 52, 59, 60, 63, 66, 83, 87, 88, 93, 99

I kno I listed like....all of them lmao but feel free to answer whichever you want and ofc you can ask me in return Baybe ( ◜‿◝ )♡

uHUHUHUHU much content for me to answer, im happy bebe 💜💜💜✨

4 - how do you take your coffee/tea?

hm coffee either Very Black No Sugar (for the sleep deprived me) or iced latte three sugars and theres no in between

and as for tea its All Black Teas That Exist, cinnamon-flavoured especially (but basically all teas that come to mind when u think “autumn”), and rooibos!!! okay basically the only oke i dont like is any type of green tea (which is sad because they look cool but my tastebuds said ✨no✨)

6 - do you keep plants?

honestly id l o v e too because i love plants but,,, im kinda horrible at taking care of them though still way better than the majority of my family (research helps) so the only plant i own is kinda a small-palm-tree-looking thing in a bigass glass jar that i saved from my mother’s plant-destructing hands and its mostly doing well (the ends of its leaves are starting to be yellow tho and im worried:((( )

7 - do you name your plants?

yes!!! though the current one was named by my sister and its called “pickett” after fantastic beasts shsjjsj

9 - do you like singing/humming to yourself?

oh god oh dude you have n o idea

i have absolutely n o singing voice but its something i do constantly to give my brain the right amount of stimuli so basically i listen to music 24/7 and hum to myself 99% of that time

12 - whats your favourite planet?

oh i actually didnt think about this for so long but either pluto (hes a planet screw nasa) or saturn (RINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) or venus (girls,,,and libra,,,)

19 - do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw in it?

okay im gonna be completely honest with yall and say that my every single try at keeping a journal failed spectacularly and i lost motivation after like a few months so my only journals rn are my fancy fake-leather-bound calendar to note tests and assessments into, a kinda roughed up notebook that i uses for noting down poems or scribbling or passing notes in class, and a kinda fancy bullet journal notebook that i used as a book of shadows for a while but since my fountain pen died i didnt touch it

22 - are you a morning person?

n o

i am so not a morning person but i wish i could be because honestly dawns are beautiful

but as it is rn im either sleep deprived all the time and loathe every second of being in an awake state or (if i have a few days of schoolbreak) my biological clock moves forward a few hours and i sleep 2am-10am

23 - whats your favourite thing to do on lazy days with zero obligations?

except for the fact that i dont remember the last time it happened, i would probably spend it drawing outside, watching anime with my sister and riding a bike around the forest

28 - sunrise or sunset?

i love sunrises because its so peaceful and everyone is asleep but also i subconsciously immediately correlate them with waiting for a train to take me to school (because thats basically the only time i see them) so its a bittersweet love especially with my fucked up biological clock

but sunsets are really really pretty too and i see them more often so i cant choose

33 - whats your fave pastry?

and isnt that a millior-dollar question dhsjjsjsj

either cinnamon rolls (i absolutely adore them) or that one specific type of cupcake-shaped-thing made out of shortcrust/bread/whatever its called and filled with vanilla pudding

34 - tell us about a stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

awwww this is cute

okay so basically my two favourite stuffed animals (i still have them, they sit in my wardrobe) were two teddy bears (like maybe 20cm high each of them) and one was pure brown and the other was silver-brown and they had stereotypical polish male names “Waldek” (read. Valdek) and Stefan (i think tho im not sure if i remember correctly, my memory is a feeble thing sometimes

46 - tell us the worst pun you can think of

what dog would never bite you? a hot dog *badumtss*

47 - what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

huh a year ago id say pineapple pizza but i guess i dont hate pineapples that much anymore (tho putting them on pizza is still an abomination) but i think that if id ever want to get rid of anything it would be parsley, i hate that freakin herb (does it count as food tho)

52 - what are your favourite memes of the year so far?

the ever given for sure shsjshjsjsjsjjsj

but bullying tramp stamps is gold and pure tumblr energy too

as for fandom memes: im in love with all keeping-up-with-the-todorokis variations and the fact that the entire bsd fandom looked at fukuchi and said “biTCH” and thats one of the only things we’re unanimous about

59 - whats your favourite myth?

i always liked the kora/persephone myth (though demeter is an overbearing parent to the nth power), loki and thor crossdressing at a party to get mjolnir back, atalanta because shes a queen and id politely ask her to kick my ass, and cassandra because she deserved better, and theres a l o t more because alas i was a mythology nerd but this post is long enough for me not to make this section 20 times longer sjjsjsjsjsjks

but there are a lot of slavic myths that are very cool too, though we dont know that much about them as about the greeks for example

60 - do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

o o o o h yeah i do like poetry because to create such a beautifully sounding thing with only words someone has to be a genius

some of my favs are: some works of nakahara chuuya (thank u bsd for introducing me to this man’s beautiful imagery in his works i swear to god the descriptions do it for me) (also his poem about having hangovers is a mood like i feel you buddy), the raven by ea poe (i know everyone likes it but hOLY DAMN THE INTER/INTRAVERSE RHYMES ARE LIKE,,, BREATHTAKING) (and aso im a slut for gothic horror), and many more but also That One Poem From Welcome To Nightvale about reaching the island in the west,,, only perfect vibes from it

63 - are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organised or kinda leave them be?

okay heres the thing. for anyone else both my playlist library and my bookshelf would be considered pure chaos of a mad man b u t they actually have a highly focused system which means that i sort them based on their vibes, lovability and (in case of books) their age and whether or not theyre a part of a series so i would say my bookshelf is rather organised (when a quarter of it isnt occupying my desk that is) and my music is more organised than not but sometimes it gets out of control and i have to sort it entirely again

66 - what would your ideal flower crown look like?

either entirely constructed of simple white daisies, entirely constructed of only white roses, or something that probably would win a “how many different coloured flowers can one fit in a flower crown” competition

or something purple (maybe not belladonna)

83 - whats some of your favourite album art?

god i dont know if it counts but hozier’s wasteland baby is probably one of my absolute favourites and no one shall beat that

“thrifted youth” (dalynn) and “standard deviation” (danny schmidt) have very aesthetic covers too

also the iconic p!atd too weird to live, too rare to die! album cover,,, its just iconic what can i say

and last but not least matt meason’s pink-and-black album covers (though bank on the funeral is really pretty too but like,,, “who killed matt meason” d o e s it for me and so does the 2017 tribulation single)

87 - what are some movies that you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

this is such a hard question because im not a really cinematography-oriented gal but i suppose that (at the risk of not going deep enough into the cinema world):

- the princess bride

- inception

- night at the museum

- SPIRITED AWAY

- forrest gump

- truman show

- E.T. (i cried okay)

- the lord of the rings (because damn me if this isnt one impressive adaptation)

- parasite

and one more personal recommendation: “ready or not” with samara weaving because goddamn i dont usually watch this genre but holy s h i t is it good

93 - whats the hairstyle you wear the most?

honestly just plain hair down (because having curly hair is a menace), split in the middle when i have longer hair and split on one side when its short

also low ponytails or half-up-half-down when im exercising, or double french braids when my hair doesnt cooperate enough to look presentable in any other form

99 - list some songs that resonate with your soul whenever you hear them

this is difficult because my music taste is a goddamn rollercoaster on a good day, but heres some:

- me and the sky from “come from away” musical (this is sort of a test song for my mental stability, if i cry i aint stable)

- dancing after death by matt meason (okay most songs by matt meason except for like,,, hallucinogenics maybe)

- tears and rain by james blunt

- i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie

- almost home by mxmtoon

- anything by hozier really but shrike especially

- payphone, the cover by alex g (i cried to this song so many times)

- burning pile by mother mother (can i roast all my problems please)

- long way from home and cleopatra by the lumineers

- autoclave by the mountain goats

oooh that was c o o o o o o o l as fuck thank you sm so much bebe (and sorry for the long post @everyone else)

[pbandjesse]

I just made another sale on my website! Im really excited. Maybe I can get back on track with it. Now that Im making again. Which I am continuing today. Proud of me. 

I slept alright last night. I sometimes feel like I should just go to sleep as soon as I get home from work and wake up at like 2am and stay up from then. Because I am just so tired after work but then I get a second wind and while Im awake, its like not a socially normal time to be doing work. So I just. Lay here and be upset. And then wake up to late and its just a bad cycle. But I woke up around 9 and I got dressed and felt alright. I would pack up the bear that sold that I had to remake, had some issues with shipping, as always. But I was proud of myself, and I would jump right in to making my next bear. 

I would work on that, and make a video to go along with that, until a little after 11 and then had lunch. Which was leftover soup. It was good. I DID NOT want to go to work, but I felt cute and was in a good mood at least. Even if I was still very tired and my mouth was hurting. 

I ran into Mr Will as I was leaving, but I wanted to be able to sit on a bench outside work for a few minutes and drink my drink I made, so I was off. 

And I sure did enjoy sitting in the sun. I enjoyed my music and my to sweet knock off pink drink. And then begrudgingly went inside. 

It was. A day. I am not going to go into it much. But I was just constantly saying "sit down, stop that, pay attention, name name name". It was just. Draining in so many ways. I tried my best to hold it together but these stupid half days for some and not for others makes the classroom suck and its hard to keep the room quiet for the kids stil in class. So it was hard. But we tired. 

And while I was honest with the kids that I was a little short with them because I was tired and in pain. And they would joke about it and were understanding, and I tried my best. Until one of the kids threw a pencil at me. Because they were mad. So I had to write a behavior report. And they would get picked up early. And like I felt bad but also dont throw things at me?? 

We had the kids watch Bee Movie as part of our discovery project. And man, it sucked?? It was very bad!! I was surprised. But whatever. They seemed to get the message we were trying to make them understand, which was bees are important. So thats something I guess?

The day just drug on though. I wanted to go home. But I didnt get to leave until almost 6. Ugh. 

I was surprised at how chilly it was outside. Very windy. I was glad I wore a fleece. James was making us indian food when I was getting home. And it smelled great. And was very good. I think they really got the favors down. The best part was the naan bread they made though. Just top notch. So good. Love my partner. 

We change the sheets and flipped the mattress. I cleaned the fishtank. We laid around and had cold hands and tried to feel cozy. Eventually James would go make hot chocolate and I would take a shower. 

Now we are in bed. And I am going to just try to enjoy laying down, even if I dont get the sleep I want. Well see what happens. 

Tomorrow I will send out my website order, and make another bear. Hopefully have time to cut out more fabric. And very much hope for a good day. Goodnight everyone. Take care of yourselves. 

[star-puff]

meg meg!! congrats on 400 :’) for your aesthetics matchup:

the softest vibes like fuzzy blankets and fairy lights and hot cocoa with whipped cream and mini marshmallows on top // polyglot saying "i love you" in different languages // makes the best fruit tarts // sleeping at 6am when she should really be in deep sleep already for Growth and Health purposes // suffered through grainy yoghurt for weeks on end until the descent of cheese bread // claims to be an atsumu stan but like :| // soy milk over cow milk but only because she hasn't tried hokkaido milk // gintama but also devours the Saddest shoujo manga and movies // biweekly melona despite Acidity // fresh 油條 and beignets at 2am // 5' bc she doesn't sleep >:( // the sweetest, most sincere, and most supportive pnw 妹妹

can’t wait to see the matchup :’) have a safe and warm end of 2020 and start of 2021♡♡♡

yuren i’m going to k*ll you i swear on my life...i’m taking one out of miss remy’s book i’m booing and hissing rn. you ask someone to give you their aesthetic and they pull an uno reverse card and give you your own aesthetic instead but the aesthetic is just food and lack of sleep. unbelievable 💔💔💔 

but For You. i will self-indulge i’m pairing myself up with kita SDFJSDKF. no ok i feel like there’s definitely a lot of disappointed looks when he finds out my sleeping schedule but it’s cute i give him a cheeky smile and promise to do better and he says :< ok but slips me an entire bottle of melatonin when i’m not looking. he invites me to go over to granny yumie’s house but then he ends up thirdwheeling bc me and granny yumie just hit it off talking about baking recipes and our favorite desserts and (thank you winter for this hc permanently imbedded into my brain) our favorite piano pieces to play :”> i bring over fresh 油條 and beignets and 豆沙包 and they keep a carton of soy milk in their fridge just for me :”) kita probably carries around an extra bottle of tums in case my acid reflux acts up at any given moment because he learned the First time cause i got acid reflux and fainted (true story by the way! FSJDFLSK). never again! he also always tries to get me to carry an umbrella with me when its raining but i’m a true pnw soul so i go umbrella-less wherever and whenever, much to his dismay. i whisper “i love you” to him in a different language every night, he whispers it back the way i taught it to him the night before :””)

[etherealwaifgoddess]

One In A Million - Chpt.9

Summary: Now that the timeline is irrevocably altered Rose has to make a tough decision. Content Warning: smut, a good bit of it.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! Well, we’re winding down now. Only one more chapter and the epilogue to go. Honestly this chapter is a bit of serious plot followed smut, like half the chapter is smut lol. So... enjoy! XOXO - Ash

Chapter Nine

You know there is no fixing what’s happened. The timeline is irrevocably changed now that Bucky made it through the draft. Your jump point is a month away, circled in red on the calendar hanging in your kitchen. You had spent so much time thinking of ways you could extract yourself from their lives but now the looming reality is, you don’t necessarily have to. You had forged a split in the timeline and this reality is going to keep going whether or not you’re a part of it. The pressing need to jump back to your time so as not to disrupt realities is no longer an issue, the damage is done. 

You’re quiet that night while the guys celebrate Bucky’s good luck. They dance around the living room to old records, trying to get you to join in on their fun. Steve puts on La Vie En Rose, imploring you to dance with him to the sweet tune that initiated your first kiss. You relent, dancing around your tiny living room in his arms, Bucky watching from the sofa with soft eyes. It’s difficult to accept that this could be your life. There are so many pros and cons to staying and you had never really stopped to consider it as a real option. 

Later that night you lay awake in the darkness on your side of the bed. Steve is tangled up with Bucky like an octopus but you only have one ankle looped into their jumble. You stare up at the ceiling running through plans and calculations and options. It’s some time around 2am that you come to the conclusion that you don’t want to go back. A scary revelation for sure, but one a small part of you had suspected was coming for months now.  

The 1940s are problematic compared to your modern life but all the issues don’t overshadow your love for Steve and Bucky. You’ll have to be careful, hiding your relationship until well into your old age when polyamory becomes more acceptable. Steve and Bucky will have to hide their love until then too, unfortunately. You’ll have to put up with society considering you inferior just because you’re a woman. There won’t be a Starbucks latte back in your life until you’re too old to really enjoy one. You won’t have the luxury of a smartphone or a decent computer until you’re well into your eighties. It’s jarring to realize how much you had taken for granted when you were volunteering to go back. 

You look over at your guys, sighing quietly to yourself in the darkness. It’s still worth it. Every inconvenience, every struggle, it’s worth it to have them in your life. To get to see the soft little looks Bucky gives Steve when he’s overcome with love for him. To spend a quiet day listening to the scritching of charcoal on paper as Steve loses himself in another drawing. Getting to see the way the first rays of sunlight hit Steve’s golden mane of hair in the early morning. Hearing Bucky’s laugh, so loud and authentic, when something funny catches him off guard. The way they both will randomly scoop you up in their arms, peppering you with kisses and whispers of I love you. Staying with them is worth it all in spades. 

The next day you’re the first one up. You had caught a few hours sleep in the wee hours of the morning but they were restless ones. A pot of coffee brews on the stove, the smell alone helping to wake you up. You’re making pancakes for your guys, a special Saturday morning treat that you make sometimes when the mood strikes. There are fluffy stacks waiting on plates when Steve finally emerges from the bedroom looking adorably sleep rumpled. Bucky is only a few steps behind, yawning and stretching as he joins you. 

“Wow, I got lucky two days in a row now. I should put down money on a game or something.” Bucky teases, snatching up a plate for himself. 

“Actually these were a treat for Steve.” you say just to be smart. 

With a wicked smirk, Steve grabs the plate away from Bucky who scrabbles after it frantically, unwilling to lose his precious breakfast treat. 

You roll your eyes and give one of the other plates to Bucky, placing a kiss on top of his disheveled hair when he takes his seat at the table, “You’re lucky I love you both.” 

“And we know it.” he tells you before taking a bite of the hot syrup laden cakes. 

You spend a lazy weekend at home with the guys, quietly working through your plans to get word back to your team that you’re okay. Steve paints with watercolors and Bucky works on repairing the broken slats in your fence out back, both of them happily occupied while you plan. You’ve run through every scenario you can think of and it should work the way you intend it to. The jump point is designed to take you back to the lab and it’s timeline, but it may not necessarily need you. The brooch needs to be activated and then, after a short countdown, the brooch and whatever it’s attached to will blink back to the lab. You don’t know if it requires an actual living creature or if an inanimate object will do but you figure something with a pulse is a safer bet. Some poor little mouse or bunny is going to have the journey of a lifetime. The team will be displeased you messed up the timeline but hopefully they understand your reasons for staying. 

Plans set in your mind, all you have to do now is wait a few weeks until the jump point. The world seems to shift again now that things have been decided. You feel connected to the thrumming city around you again. The older man running the butcher shop seems kinder, the girl who works at the bakery could be a potential new friend. Possibilities are endless now that you have time. 

Dinner is a lively affair. All three of you are restless after a whole day of hanging around the house. Bucky cooks up the steaks you’d bought on your quick trip out and you toast the bread you’d gotten from the bakery in the oven with lots of butter and garlic. Steve mixes up a salad of vegetables from your kitchen basket and your garden, wanting to contribute to the meal. It’s a nice spread by the time you’re all done and you choose to eat outside on a blanket so you can watch the sunset. The weather is warming up finally and as long as you have a light sweater you’ll be okay to stay out for a bit even once the sun goes down. 

As expected, none of you want to go inside, even after nightfall. Stargazing in the city isn’t great due to the light pollution but you can still see some of the twinkling stars in the night sky. You’re lying between Steve and Bucky who are wrapped around you and holding hands across your middle. It’s sweet and you can see why Bucky loves being in the center of the bed. The guys are up to something, you can tell when they start to stroke along each other’s hands and wrists with slow, fluid motions. Soon they’re littering kisses on your shoulders and nuzzling in closer. 

“You see that pretty little constellation there?” Bucky says pointing at the night sky, “The one to the right of the moon?” 

“Cassiopeia?” you ask him, zig zagging your finger along its shape.

“Our girl is smart, Steve.” Bucky praises, “Yeah, darlin’, cassiopeia. Did you know you have almost the exact same pattern in freckles on the back of your right thigh?”

“I do not.” you snort.

“You do,” Steve chimes in, adding in a low tone, “I would be happy to show you if you’d like to move this inside.” 

You roll your eyes at his antics but shrug, “I think that can be arranged.” 

Bucky is standing before you can even fully sit up, he scoops you up into his arms and you let out a very unladylike squeal. Steve is shushing you, grinning as if he approves of Bucky’s ridiculous show of bravado. You’re glad you ran the dishes in earlier but the cups and blankets will have to wait until morning. All three of you have other things in mind.

Bucky carries you all the way to your bedroom, depositing you on the enormous bed with a playful flop. Bouncing on the mattress elicits another squeak from you and Bucky chuckles at the sound. Crawling over your body like a lion going in for the kill, Bucky starts unbuttoning the long trail of opalescent buttons on the front of your dress. He only gets down to your waist before he showers your breasts with kisses, mouthing over the slippery satin of your brassiere until your breaths are coming in harsh gasps. You roll your head to the side, eyes fluttering open for a minute and you catch sight of Steve. And what a sight it is. Steve is leaning up against the door frame, still fully clothed, palming himself over his trousers. His cheeks are stained a deep pink, pupils blown wide with lust. “Stevie.” you gasp out his name like a prayer.

Bucky lifts his head at your voice and looks back catching sight of Steve himself. “Gonna join us?” he asks, pulling back from you to extend a hand.

Steve gives him a lazy, smug smile before coming over to take his hand. Bucky pulls him in quickly, Steve slamming against his chest roughly. Bucky’s mouth is demanding, possessive, and Steve can’t get enough. You lay back, content to watch them have their moment. Fumbling with your buttons you get them all undone and push the sides away, leaving you bare except for your bra and panties. Your guys are taking their time loving on one another above you so you take the opportunity to slip a hand down between your folds. If you’re going to have a front row seat, you might as well enjoy the show. 

A breathless unf slips past your lips; you got yourself closer to the edge much faster than you’d expected. Both pairs of blue eyes snap down to look at you and your hand stills beneath your panties. “Hi” you say sheepishly. 

“Whatcha doin’ doll?” Steve asks with a smirk.

“Enjoying the show.” 

“If you’re enjoying it so much maybe you should join in.” Steve leans down to trail kisses from your throat down to the lacy edge of your panties. Bucky is kissing lines along Steve’s back and you don’t know which is working you up more, Steve’s mouth on your skin or Bucky’s on his.

“You like watching us?” Bucky taunts, having caught on to your not so subtle staring.

You nod, “Yeah. So much.”

“What if, instead of taking turns, tonight we can all enjoy ourselves together?” 

Steve’s whole body shudders at the suggestion but you’re unsure of the logistics.

“How? I mean, yes. But, how?”

“Well, you can stay right there and let Stevie fill up that perfect little pussy of yours, and while he’s busy doing that I’ll be busy filling him up.” 

Steve whimpers and you moan. Bucky knew his suggestion would be a hit but he loves hearing your reactions. You nod frantically, helping Steve get your clothes off while Bucky undresses himself and starts tugging at Steve’s shirt. “Stevie,” Bucky coos after he gets all three of you bare, “Why don’t you go down on our girl while I get you ready?” 

Steve doesn’t have to be told twice, sliding quickly down your body to oblige Bucky’s request. You lean up a little on your elbows, wanting to watch. Bucky is so careful with Steve, slowly pressing a vaseline coated finger into his hole until Steve gasps against your throbbing clit. Bucky is babbling a stream of praise as he adds another finger, slowly working Steve open. Steve has to pause, resting his head against you, hips thrust involuntarily, when Bucky grazes his prostate with two curled fingers. “Buck, enough. I wanna feel it. Enough.” Steve pants out, desperate. 

“You good, darlin’?” Bucky asks you, making sure you don’t need more time yourself. 

“Mhmm” you moan in assent. 

Steve moves up from between your legs, holding onto your hips with a loving squeeze as he lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes in slowly as always, letting you get used to the size of him before burying himself fully inside you. Steve stills and you see Bucky running a hand along his back, giving Steve a moment before he breaches the tight ring of muscles and drives himself home. Steve is shaking, breaths coming in pants, and he’s gripping your hips so tightly you’re certain you’ll have bruises in the morning. You’re not sure who starts moving first but after a moment the three of you fall into a rhythm, gradually increasing your pace until it’s frenzied and desperate. Steve reaches a hand down to toy with your already too sensitive clit and you fall off the edge of your orgasm. Steve curses, knowing he should have expected the chain reaction he just set off. Between Bucky hitting his prostate with every thrust and your inner walls squeezing around his cock while you come beneath him, it’s all just too much. Steve comes with a shout, harder than he has ever before in his life, and thinks he may actually black out for a breathless moment. Bucky, driven to his own edge watching you fall apart for Steve, is lost when Steve’s muscles clamp down around him while he comes. Bucky gets a few more stuttering thrusts before he’s spilling deep in Steve who shudders a few more futile thrusts in you at the sensation. You’re breathing heavily under the pile of your guys, amazed and blissed out beyond words. 

Bucky is laying delicately on Steve who is laying not delicately on top of you. He’s so light though, it doesn’t bother you and you wrap your arms around him when he starts to roll off to the side when Bucky finally lets him go. All three of you need cleaned up but no one’s brains are working quite yet and instead you lay in your tangle, idly stroking whatever limbs are closest and enjoying the quiet post orgasmic bliss. 

A little while later Steve nudges your chin with his, getting you to look him in the eye. “That was okay, right?”

You give him a reassuring smile, “More than alright.” 

He lets out a relieved breath at your words. “Good. Great. I love being with you, I really do. But Buck and I… we go way back and I still need him too sometimes.” 

“Sweetheart, I didn’t expect you and Bucky to stop having sex just because we started. You two should still enjoy each other whenever you want, whether it includes me or not. I’m sure there will be times when it’s just you and me or just Bucky and me. That needs to be okay too.” 

“You really are one in a million.”  Steve says, his voice soft with something akin to wonder. He snuggles closer, wrapping you so tight you can scarcely breathe. Bucky huffs seeing Steve enveloping you and dives on top of you both so as not be left out. Between the squirming and laughter somehow you get comfortable and a shower is put off again until cooler heads can prevail.

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[ordonianhero]

Blood on your Hands-Lu fan fic

This story, got inspired by a scene in a show I was watching. It slightly talks about some deeply personal topics. that may be uncomfortable for some. The main one being that Twilight has issues with the knights of his Hyrule. which comes up after Warriors pushes the subject. Twilight is far to nice and Warriors happened to be the nearest thing to lash out. There is mention of Blood. No injuries though, just the blood of bad guys. Talk of miss use of alcohol. and now sobriety. Twilight is clean. anyways. Felt like getting that info out.

Other wise, this sort of a angst and Fluff. Lot of group bonding moment really. also learning a bit more about Twilight. I hope you enjoy it. I wrote most of this at 2am in the morning and now the rest at 3pm. I have a learning disability so the grammar is not all that great. just yet another emotional piece.

word count: 3,299

(Character creation is from: @linkeduniverse  )

 As the nine entered castle town In twilight’s Hyrule, the markets were hustle and bustling. So lively. “Okay away with y’all’s. Go find what you need. I am off to go say hello to a very old friend of mine.” Twilight said with a warm smile. “Meet back at the fountain- hm- in a few hours.” They all nodded and then split up. Time and wild however stuck by Twilight. He kept his head down as if he didn’t want to be seen. Which was strange to Time. Wild was to focused on the winding ally ways they ducked into. Why is he hiding like as of expecting to run into some unwanted company? Time wondered. He shook off the thought as they made another turn. Twilight seemingly walking faster till he jogged his way down some stairs to a place that had a sign that read “Telma’s bar”. Uh oh. Is he going to break his sobriety. Time worried. Twilight give time a look. “Old friend works here. Come along if you want. I want to give her a check in that I am okay.” Time let out a sigh. Wild looked at Time. Time followed. Wild not far behind. The room of the bar was cozy, the patrons all happy. Being well fed and drinks all around. Time watched a well curvy woman came out from behind the bar and gave Twilight a tight hug. Her voice carried across the room. “LINK, oh honey! I am so glad to see you!” Time smiles and shook his head. Wild stood beside Time and chuckled. “He looks nearly squished by her. Also first to see him allow anyone that close to him. Old friend indeed. But what had you worried back there?” He asked Time. Times one good eye looks down at wild as he crossed his arms and moved out of the way so to let people leave to building. Wild quickly following. “Hm, to be honest wild. I think that’s for him to tell. However, cause it you. Twilight had a drinking problem. After saving his world, he was in a world of hurt. He didn’t know how to handle it. He did what most of us did. Did things to try and cope with what they went through- instead of facing it. It got nasty. He became unrecognizable.” Time spoke softly. Keeping and eyes one Twilight. The situation was not far from his own. He got a handle on his own devices, as did Twilight. “He’s been sober since then. I fear though he is having to face many of his own demons again. When he does- who know how he will handle it.” Wild looked back at twilight as the woman seem to look at the two of them.

Time gave a slight awkward wave. Telma walked over to the two. Twilight heading off to a back area where a group was sitting around a map it seems with some books. “So you are his crew these days. I get a few letters from him. You must be Time and you cutie is Wild. Oooh look at you.” She said placing a gentle hand on Wilds face. “So sorry any of you had to go through what you have.” She states then looking at Time. He softly smiled at her. “you must be the famous Telma then. Keeping the boy out of trouble.” Telma chuckled and swatted at Time. “What trouble, the boy was no trouble. He was brave and courageous. I am so proud of him.” She stated. “Any ways, come in, come in. We have things other than alcohol here. Got food and drinks. Good company.” Time chuckles at her. “We are fine. However thank you for your offer.” She nodded, "you're welcome. Link is just catching up with the group that helped him. More than welcome to join him.” They both nodded and made their way towards where twilight was. Where he was happily chatting up the scholarly looking youth. “Oh there is so much I have seen now. Stuff that sort of fit to your father’s writings.” Time placed a hand on Twilight’s shoulder. Twilight nearly jumping out of his own tunic. “Ah, what secrets are you telling these friends of yours pup?” Twilight blushes and brushed Times hand off. “Just filling them in on the few things we experienced to sort of help fill in some of the work this fellow is working on.” Twilight stood up crossing his arms and giving Time a smirk. “That’s nice-“ Time paused and recognized an old friend. Also swordsman from Ordon Village. “Rusl?” The now much older gentleman rose to his feet  and came over to Time as they soon broke into an animated greeting and hug between the two “been so Long since that day!”

“Oh I know, so good to see you are still kicking.”

“Oi! Don’t be calling me old, look at you! My-my! Never thought I would see you again.” Twilight shook his head and chuckled. “Pup! You didn’t tell me he was in this motley crew you spoke of.” Time said ruffling the young Hylian’s hair. Twilight smirked and shoved Time away. “Join our table, we got room. Ah you got to be Wild then. Good to see another knight at our table. Sure Ashei won’t mind sharing some pointers with you.” Rusl states scooting past to grab some extra chairs and patting Wild’s back. Wild flinched and sort of stood shyly closer to Twilight. Chairs where then brought and set up. Time took a chair and so did wild. He watched as Twilight however didn’t. Interesting. He thought to himself. Twilight how did manage to snag a bit of the bread and snacked on it. As there was chatter among the Time and the others. A bit about what Twilight and the group they were in we doing. To showing So places to check out. Twilight chiming in a bit. Otherwise. Quiet. Twilight smiled though. Telma bring over a few cups of Tea and also joining in the conversation or teasing Twilight.

After some time the three said their goodbyes. Rusl gabbing Twilight a good long hug and remind him to not be a stranger and write some time. Keep in touch and all. Twilight going “okay, okay. I will Try.” And away they went. Twilight seem to have a much different energy buzzing around him. As he lead them down the ally towards the castle town central. Where the fountain could be seen and the Castle in the at the foot. Wild following behind twilight quietly. Time processing a bit of information they were given about some enemies in some parts of Twilight’s Hyrule. Places to possibly to gather information. As well help the locals out. He saw why Twilight had a bit of distrust for the knights. Though relatively peaceful, there were many Hylian knights getting plastered. They had let down Hyrule in its greatest time of need and even now making fools of themselves. Cowards! They had them managed to meet up with the rest. “So we got some Intel on some camps we should take out. Locals have a few enemies in the area.” Twilight spoke. Taking lead. Time, smiled seeing Twilight willingness to take charge. He wasn’t a bad leader, just rarely felt like he was good one though. However this was his world. He knew what to do.

They started gathering up their gear when a seemingly drunken older man pushed through the group. Grabbing Twilight by his tunic and proceeded to yell at him. “It’s all your fault!” Twilight frozen in shock. Time and Warriors jumped in, pulling the guys off. “Hey! Let go of me! It’s all his fault.” They held him back. Twilight regaining his sense. “Let him go, it’s okay.” Twilight said calmly. The others looked at him confused. Time and Warriors let the man go. The main adjusted himself before pointing his finger at Twilight, “my son is dead because of you. You are no hero.” He spit at Twilight. “You got blood on your hands and you did NOTHING to save my son. Where were you when he needed you to save him. His platoon all died. While you went off on some fancy adventure. Not saving this kingdom.” The man shouted. It then occurred what he was speaking about. There was a time where he went through the twilight mirror and was in the twilight realm. Stuck. He couldn’t help. Not until Zant was taken down a peg and Midna had her throne again. Her land restored to its rightful state. Twilight’s brow Scrunched in sadness. I felt for the man. The eight then saw something they didn’t expect from someone being bashed. Twilight step forward and pulled the stranger into a hug. Time instinctively stepped forward out of fear what the man could do. However all the man did was sob into twilight’s chest. Twilight just holding this complete stranger. “I am sorry I was not able to save them. However your son fought bravely. Not all in vain. He helped save this world when I could at the time. I am no hero.” He pulled away from the man and looked him straight in the face. “Yes I may have failed him. However he did not fail this kingdom and is a hero in his own right. That is some good you should think of. He died protecting the land and people he care most about.” The man seem to sober up at those words. Realizing how right Twilight was. “Y-you are right. I never thought about it that way. Also sorry. My son’s death was not your fault. You are one person trying to do what others were unable to do. I am just-“ “Hurting? I get it. No need to apologize.” The man then wiped his tears away and then nodded. Twilight flashed the gentleman a smile and gave him a nod. “Thank you.” The man said, before scurrying off. Feeling foolish at the scene he made. Twilight looked as the man walked off.

Once the man was out of sight, he looked back at the group, who all looked in shock at what just happened. “Don’t.” He growled and lead them out of the castle town and back out to Hyrule field where Epona awaited them. Time stayed quiet. Wild stood close to time waiting to see if anyone would say anything. Legend and Warriors seem to both holding back their words. Sky, four and Hyrule all just without words. Warriors stepped forward as Twilight adjusted their packs a bit. “No hero Hu?! What IN HYLIA was that back there?!” Warriors angrily spat at Twilight. Getting In twilight’s personal space. 3.....2...... okay you are fine 1...twilight counted. “You saves your kingdom and the people thank you like that?! You are a Goddess damn hero!” Shut it warriors. Oh just shut it. “They should be thankful for all you did for this kingdom. You didn’t ask to be a part of a dispute between two worlds.” Warriors fumed. The anger raged in twilight’s blood. He then whipped around so quickly knocking Warriors to the ground. “You LOT are all the FUCKING SAME! The knights failed this kingdoms out of cowardice. When they were need. Where we they? Off getting drunk! Or running and hiding from THEIR duty!” Twilight barked at Warriors. Who was in utter shock at that point. Time rushed and stepped forward. Putting a barrier between the two. “Oi! Pup, back off. He had nothing in this. Your kingdom failed you pup. Warriors just sad to see how you seen by some. Warriors. Probably best not to touch on this right now.” Time sternly and calmly stated. Time pushed twilight back. “Back off.” He quietly said again. Looking at Twilight with disapproved look. Twilight backed down and took Epona’s reigns before leading her off towards their next destination. Time helped warriors up. Warriors brushed off the dirt and said nothing. The tension in the air was thick. It seem to be that way till they made their way, following Twilight. Time thinking to the time his own people had even judged him for his own failures. Time knew it all too well how that felt. He couldn’t be in all in one place and he knew that. Didn’t take away that guilt he felt. He was sure Twilight and many others felt that too.

They ended up camping out in a nearby woods. They were a few days from the nearest camp they would try and take down and see if there was any clues to the dark shadow that had seem to have taken over. Hyrule and Four helped set up. A fire. Wild, did some quick meal. Camp was quiet. Many still too shocked at the events that happened that afternoon. Time spotted twilight not eating, more so refusing to eat. Twilight feeling uncomfortable at everyone looking at him, grabbed his gear and went off to patrol the camp. When he was out of war shot, legend was the first to speak up, “okay, what the hell? I have Never seen Twilight snap like that.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this guys. It’s clear he is working through some things.” Sky spoke up.

“I get we all got secrets, however he is the most reserved guy and loose his cool that way...” legend then continued. “Guys....” Wild said softly.

“I mean...” Time sighed and just shook his head. “Quiet.” He then barked.

The group sat in attention. “We have all been where he is at. Show a bit of compassion. Eat your food and drop the subject. Once done with that, each go to bed. “ “Who will take second watch then.” Asked wild. “I will.” Time said coolly. They all nodded. They all did what Time said. Warriors couldn’t be angry at Twilight. Not with what had said. Twilight. He knew it had nothing to do with him. However he couldn’t rest. So as everyone else was asleep. He looked at Time who was sitting up, sipping on tea and keeping an eye out for the camp. Warriors could see Twilight had not returned. He sat up and gathered up a log and placed it on the fire, before taking a seat beside Time. “Any sight of him?” Warriors asked. Time stayed quiet. No. “Hope he is okay.” Warriors continued looking in the direction of the forest which Twilight left. Time was worried. Twilight was not known to be gone this long. Clear he wanted to work through this on his own. Twilight was a private person about his emotions. He did show them to anyone really. Snapping like he did came from all the built up hurt and emotions he is keeping stuff in. He talked to Time a bit. Otherwise, he didn’t let anyone know. The night grew on. Time was fighting sleep. Warriors still sitting up with him. “One of us should sleep. No point both of us being out of rest.” Said Time fighting off a yawn. Warriors nodded. He spotted wild having one of his nightmares. “I will sleep. Wake me in a few though. Then I will take your place. We got to be in shape for fighting the camp.” He said getting up and moving over to where Wild was. Taking where Twilight would of been and just laid beside the cub. Giving them comfort the best he could.

The night dragged on. Time tossed another log on the fire. Twilight nowhere in sight still. Where are you pup? Please be careful. He thought to himself. He let another sigh. He was going to sit up till he could no longer stay awake. However Warriors seem to also being unable to sleep again. After making sure Wild was no longer trembling from nightmare. He made his way over to Time again. whose eye looked as those they were to nearly close. He plopped beside him. "you should rest. I will keep watch." Warriors said. Time tiredly looked at Warriors and gave in. He slow got up and then went over and slept where Warriors had been. Warriors carefully watched over the group. He sat up waiting. All the way till daylight crept up. The cool Morning air was crisp. The fog was low on the field and bits of the woods. The morning birds starting to chatter away. Warriors, eye, spotted a shadow of what Looked like a wolf making its way through the fog. That can't be, wolfi- his thought was broken when Twilight broke through the Fog. He looked bloodied and exhausted. Warriors stood up quickly. He rushed over to Twilight. Twilight Raised a hand up. "I am okay." Sensing what warriors was going to say. "Sorry about the other day. I had no right to snap at you that way. You are a knight, you had not play in my world's dealing. Hope you can forgive me?"  he then continued. Warrior's pulled Twilight in a Tight hug. he could care less how soaked Twilight was in what looked like the blackest blood that was coming out of many of the corrupted beasts.

"I am just glad you are alive and I now better understand you finally." Warriors said quietly, that only Twilight could hear. The rest of the camp was slowly waking. Warrior, broke the hug after some time. seeing how tense Twilight was. Twilight quickly wiped some blood coming from his mouth. Warriors crossed his arms. "goddess you will need a good wash after whatever trouble to got yourself into." Twilight chuckled and shook off and attempted to rub off some of the blood from his tunic. "well all I can say, we can explore the place safely. They too though seemed corrupted. However their leader was nowhere in sight." Warrior bought a hand to his own chin and went into deep though. Thinking about what twilight had said. Twilight was then bum rushed into a hug by both Wild and Wind, who seem both excited and worried. Twilight smiled, ruffling wind's hair. Then moving his hand to Wild's chin and giving a light tap of his forehead against wild’s.

Legend, Four and Hyrule sort of stayed back, still a little uncertain of the situation. Wind and Wild moved out of the way as Time grabbed Twilight into a tight hug. Twilight hands instinctively going up and resting on Times chest. As to put up some sort of barrier. He body just then relaxes. He was safe. This was someone he trusted. The stood like that for some time. The group watched. "I was so worried." Time said quietly.

"I'm sorry."  his head sinking into Time's chest.

"don't ever do that again."

"I know."

Time pulls away and lifted Twilight’s chin to look his square in the face, "and stop saying sorry, you have done nothing wrong. Just had us all worried." giving the pup a concerned looked. Twilight gave him a smirk and Pulled away.  "Also, don't pull a wild. we got one chaotic child, don't need two." Gaining Twilight the ever disapproval look from Time.

Twilight Chuckled. "fair. But no Guarantees" he then teased.

The group all chuckled. They went about packing camp up and making a quick breakfast. Before they were to head out to the camp which Twilight single handily in the night took down. "I swear I thought Wolfie was about to appear this morning, through the fog. Maybe he is reflecting you Twilight." Warriors stated as they quickly ate. Twilight said nothing and just smirked. Four, wild, Legend and Time all worriedly looking at twilight then at each other.

Hm, so he may. Twilight Thought to himself and continued to smile and say nothing. So he may.

-Fin.

[inshadydenominations]

The Norwegian

My greatest fear in telling this story is that he is actually Finnish and I'm just tossing cold white people into one category. 

So this starts on a beautiful day when my cousin moves into her apartment with absolutely no furniture or doors and is sleeping on the ground on some towels. Things should only get better, theoretically. Less theoretically, the next door neighbor is a rich Norwegian who lives off investments and has a penthouse and claim to the entire rooftop. The rooftop needed to be acquired because how else is he going to stand up there and spray pedestrians with a hose? Then he would have to additionally trespass to make local news for nuisance crimes.  Whereas the roof terrace ownership takes the edge off his anti law approach.  And so it's his personal battlement, and so checkmate.  Anyone walking your dog down below, hide yo kids, aminals, wife etc.

We call this trash money, I and other poor people standing at a safe distance, willing and eagerly available to criticise others for support and justice.  It’s notable that I suffer from such extreme accuracy, all the while, looking in at a somewhat biased angle. It’s a gift. So here is the rest of truth according to history and science: 

He is dedicated to the nightlife with aggressively high spirits and she wasn’t yet used to his regular rounds. Julia considered banging on her door incessantly at 2am while on LSD terrorism.  It’s not her fault, she was just new to the building.  She said that she thought he was going to kill her, but it was unclear from her story as to how.  After all, certain deaths are worse than others, and without knowing the method this piece of information is very subjective and heading towards irrelevance. Soon after she calls the police and when they arrive he, ever so dubiously, vanishes. Yes, exactly like Zorro probably. Perhaps galavanting in some other, now afflicted and suddenly less fortunate, part of the building. His reception among other neighbors was coincidentally the same, and  the po got hit heavy that night. He was apprehended, it was tragic. The game over came too soon for one, but too late for most as he had urinated in the hallway, but no one cared that he had so much more urine.  

A day later he shows up at her door. Julia now thinks he is going to kill her more than last time. And her blood will soak deeper into the hardwood because she got him removed from the premises. Oppositely, he brought her flowers to apologize and explained that he indeed remembers nothing being that he was “tripping balls” with the LSD.  But he is really sorry and they are cool, and furthermore: best friends. Yay!

His friendship maintained its roller coaster like pace by lowering a rope ladder to her window as a kind gesture in the middle of the night. He wanted to give her easy roof access, and I know no greater generosity. She was like “no thanks”. He was insistent.  In the end she did not exit the apartment via rope ladder from the 7th floor. It could have been for safety reasons, or she was just tired, or didn't do drugs or idk I would have gone.

Still pals. He often stops by around 3 am because he is trying to further immerse her in his personal life and she just has to meet this great friend of his that dropped by with a bag of choice weed. After banging on the door for 20 minutes she answers and plays hard to get like “I gotta work in the morning”. But he sees right through that and continues to bring by different friends during peak hours of nocturn traffic. He at some point, as a token of his appreciation, paid for a house cleaner for her. I only bring this up because later in his absence, and you know “the show must go on”, she had to be extracted. Yes, by Julia’s human rights intervention . Yes ,because she was frantically screaming rape and murder. And the cops are back and not surprised. She had to get him on speaker to give police permission to knock his door down in that fun SWAT way. He definitely was cool with it and they tore in and rescued the girl. After which my cousin received many flowers and a lengthy letter about how she saved a life and is a hero. Still has it. 

Many times she was scared that she was gonna die, through direct fire or entanglement, but it definitely was not from boredom. I guess he lives meagerly though, all his money went towards the game. He really only ever bought the essentials: bread, rope ladder, a hose, some LSD and carbonated water. Nevertheless, his adjacentness did lower the price of the apartment, and now he is gone and possibly dead so it was worth it.