#since today is a weekend day for me i woke up with such a crystal clear vision of a new oc so i scribbled that up first thing

[squisheebugdoodles]

oh shit i had a bit of a day and completely forgor about this poll until Just now which is Technically No Longer Tomorrow from when i posted this gndfkjd i'm sorry! but alright!!! the people have spoken and i will be changing my icons!!

was under the impression you could edit posts even if they were polls so i was gonna make it rebloggable to show which one won but it seems that is not the case at least for that post so!! doing it this way, but it seems like icon A won out by a teeeny bit so i'll be changing my icon to that Tomorrow 83 since it was such a small margin though, i'm gonna be funnie and do another poll-

[shebeafancyflapjack]

The Bestest Girl

(Alison brings Silver a special gift for her Death Day. Ft @idiotwithanipad 's oc Amy)

"MORNIES!"

"Ugh, fuck off!" Amy instinctively reached for a pillow to hurl at the caveman's head, only for her hand to pass through the case.

Stupid, useless non-corporeal body.

She settled for rolling on her back and aiming a kick at his middle with her chunky soles, but the smelly ape was too quick and sprung back before she could make contact, that shit-eating grin plastered across his hairy face.

Amy turned to the chair where Hu...Where Dad's (fuck, she was still getting used to that) head was laying, scowling at Robin chuckling away.

"I thought you were going to stop him from doing that!" She frowned.

"Sorry, Poppet. Not much use as a guard when the rest of me decides to go for an early stroll. Best I can do is give him the glowering of a lifetime, something I've mastered over the centuries, if you don't mind me saying."

It was a pretty impressive death glare, useless as it was.

"Hehe, creepy green man on wall better at making me want to stay out." Robin said, turning to point at her ICP poster, only to jump again.

Amy sorted. That was worth it.

"Why are you here then? Is annoying me in the morning worth it that much?"

"Little bit. But also got important question."

Amy rubbed at the bridge of her nose; "Seriously? It's like the middle of the night."

"It's 10am, Poppet." Corrected Humphrey, softly.

"Same thing."

Robin cut to the chase; "You know what day coming up?"

It was too early to get her brain into gear. She usually made her way down to the staff room to see if any of the younger Bellhops were chugging any Mango Loco, or similar flavours, to help wake her up. Closest thing she had to breakfast.

"I don't even know what day it is today so no."

"It full moonah this weekend!" Robin explained.

That lifted her spirits a tad; "Oh. Cool." This month felt like it had lasted way too long, she didn't realise she had only a couple days left until her friend woke up; "That it?"

Not that it wasn't something to look forward to, but it hardly seemed something worth waking her up, like it wasn't something that occurred every four weeks.

"It also eleventh day of March month!" Added Robin.

"Ah!" Humphrey surprised Amy with that noise.

So he knew what that meant? Should she? Was it knowledge that she needed a whiff of fruity carbonated caffeine to load in her head?

"What's that? Silver's birthday?" Hadn't they celebrated that last month?

"That already gone, she sleep through. This other big one. It Death Day! Only second one she been awake for since she come!"

"Woah. Okay, fair enough, that's pretty huge." Still could have waited until she was awake to discuss it but she'll forgive his eagerness; "Aw, shit, what should we get her?"

"That what me came to ask." Said Robin, picking up Humphrey's head and tossing it over to Amy so he could have the chair.

Amy gave him a quick frown for the brief disrespect to her dad, smiling down at him as he landed in her lap, then sat with her legs crossed on the bed.

"You guys have known her longer than me!"

"Yes, but you two best buds. Maybe she give you secret hint she no tell us?"

Amy thought for a moment. Really, Silver should be the easiest person in the world to shop for. A tarot deck, crystals, incense, new statues of those gods she worships? But it had to be something she could use. Without Alison here to be their hands, they couldn't even do much with tools through a surrogate.

Also, if her death day was such a rarity, it had to be something special. She glanced at the adoption certificate in its frame on her bedside table.

Humphrey must have followed her eyes; "There you go! We can get Alison to arrange one of those, but for her and Mary. I always heard Mary say how much she loved Silver like her own daughter."

"Yeah, I've asked her about that already." Amy replied, "She said it didn't feel right without Mary here to agree to it. Especially because they never said the words aloud to each other. She never called Mary 'mum' and Mary said all those sorta things to you guys but not as...explicit to Silver, I guess."

Robin grunted in agreement; "She tell me same. Even offer to do ancient tribe ritual where child honour parent who die long ago, she no want to."

"I even suggested we do a Seance or something to see if we can contact Mary's spirit for permission but she shot me down. Kinda thought she might be afraid it would be a hoax or Mary would say no."

"So silly! 'Course she say yes. Me know her best."

"Yeah but you know Sil. She's got that whole fear of rejection going on, so she'd rather not try than try and be let down. I get it." Amy sighed.

Humphrey seemed to look up at her and move his jaw, almost trying to move his head closer into her, some small act of comfort. She smiled and stroked his head.

Had Alison and Humphrey not arranged everything behind her back, she wouldn't have had the guts to just ask 'Hey, you wanna officially be my dad?'

"That's that idea out the window then."

The three of them sat in quiet thought a little longer until a tiny squeak broke the silence.

Robin reached his hand beneath his shift; "Oh, you finally wake too? You almost bad as Stompy." He chuckled at his little wolf cub.

Amy's eyes widened at Kya, watching her licking Robin's fingertip as he waved it before her nose.

"Hey...Didn't Silver have a dog?"

-

The end of another epic dream saga.

Brain wakes. Owl hoots. Eyes open. Smile up at the moon.

Here we go again.

The routine does hit her with a touch of malaise every time it happens but rarely does it dampen the mood her lucid dreams have left her in. Besides, there was a lot for her to wake up to. New livings to watch, including a VERY hot new greenskeeper who liked to eat her lunch beside her bed, as well as catching up with her fellow deadies. Spending time with her girls, Kitty and Amy, playing and annoying Robin.

None of those are sat with her when she rises. Not the first time she's woken up alone and she feels that familiar touch of dread. Shit, please say no one has been sucked off again. That will always be the fear that haunts her whenever she wakes on her own.

Silver got to her feet, brushing down her skirt and taking a deep, centering breath.

Calm down, dummy, they're probably just watching a really good movie and forgot what night it was, or maybe they're running late or-

"SURPRISE!"

"Holy shit!" That made her jump so hard that she nearly slipped back and landed on her arse.

Those fucking dorks all leaped out in a circle around her, all of them hidden behind a tree, or maybe even in the tree to make it convincing, who knows.

Silver laughed. Wow, they're all here. Even Humphrey's body, seemingly well attached to his head. Even Cap and Julian and Lady B, who is....almost smiling? It's hard to be sure. And of course there's Amy and Kitty and....fuck, even Alison, who sets off a party popper, sending a tuft of confetti and coloured ribbon over where Silver stood.

"Woah! Wh-what's all this, guys?" She couldn't help but laugh, the red and blue strings falling through her palms.

"Well I said we should have waited ten minutes for you to get freaked out before revealing ourselves but then I was reminded how well that went down the last time." Julian spoke up, and all eyes looked to Alison.

The greying woman raised her hands; "In my defence, I was unknowingly pregnant - and I still haven't forgiven you all for that!"

"No, I mean, what's the surprise for? We did my birthday in February." They had only been a week out.

That had been a simple affair, which Silver had been fine with. A little red velvet cake and some candles in Higham Suite, which Mia had happily devoured on behalf of her aunt, while both Silver, Amy and Pat stared and drooled like zombies. A few games followed by dancing to Evanescence, Lacuna Coil and a pagan band she loved called Inkubus Sukkubus.

"This even better!" Robin grinned.

"That's right. Three, two one...Happy Death Day too you!" Pat began, cheerfully.

Silver covered her face with her hands and endured listening to her friends croon their off-key remix, her cheeks turning beetroot. She glared at Amy.

"This your doing?" She mouthed.

Amy waved her hands and pointed at Robin. Sure! Big fluffy dickhead.

"Well, thank you guys very much." She said once they were all done, except one; "I said thanks, Thomas!"

"To yoooou, fairest maiden of the moon!"

"THOMAS!" They all shouted.

The poet fell silent.

"And of course we got you a gift." Alison picked up a wrapped box that was set beside her feet and moved towards the young pagan; "Now...if you don't want it, that's fine, but we...And by who I mainly mean those two-"

She pointed to Amy and Robin. Ah, so they did collaborate together! Her headphone wearing friend cleared her throat.

"-wanted to get you something that meant a lot, from when you were alive."

The smile on Silver's face fell.

There wasn't a whole lot in her life that had meant a lot to her. Nothing tangible, not that that mattered anymore, but nothing she needed with her. This was her home now. Her family. Above in the stars and in the Earth.

"Okay..." She said, hesitating.

"We know you had a dog, that you loved. And we thought you might like some reminder of her. A picture or maybe her collar and lead to put near your bed."

Silver rubbed at her elbow. She'd tried ever so hard not to think about Jess after she died, knowing that the last time she'd laid eyes on her labradoodle, she'd been on her bed and Silver had promised to spoil her with treats on her return. Jess had been so clingy in those last few weeks, nuzzling her side and whimpering.

Had Jess known she was sick? Could she....smell the aneurism coming? They say dogs can detect things like that...

When her family had finally come to visit her memorial, she'd listened as her mum had spoke to Alison and told her about how Jess had lived another ten years after Silver died.

And, for all that time, she almost never left her bed, except for walks and food.

Silver had cried for hours after hearing that. She had never regretted taking those drugs and going out into the woods before. But had she stayed, even if her brain still crapped out on her, she would have been beside Jess. Jess would have got to see her die and understand why she wouldn't wake up to pet her again, maybe.

Jess would not have spent ten years waiting...

"Silvy?" Kitty asked, interrupting Alison.

The Georgian had spotted the tears on her face and was beginning to move closer to give her a hug. Silver raised a hand.

"M'fine, thanks." She forced a smile.

Was this how Death Days differed from birthdays? Instead of games and cake, you got depression? She'd only had one before, and it had mostly been her, Mary and Robin dancing under the full moon. Some of the others like Pat and Kitty and Julian had joined but she was still pretty new to the group.

Mary. Fuck, she's missing Mary now too. She'd accept a hug from Mary. The woman wouldn't even wait for permission. That was oddly okay for Silver, at least when it came to that one wonderful woman.

"I got in contact with your mum and asked if she had any photos of you and Jess. She said she had something better that's been sitting in your old room for years, but now she's having to move, it might make more sense to stay near to your memorial." Alison continued.

She unwrapped the present, pulling the gold thread loose. Inside was a cardboard box which Alison opened and picked out....

"Oh...Is that a crystal?" It didn't look like any she was familiar with. And it was very...spherical. And smooth.

"Not quite. When Jess passed away, your mum had her cremated and put her ashes in a little box with her name on." Alison presented her with the paperweight-sized ball, with a beautiful red and black swirl in the centre. "I asked her if I could have the ashes turned into glass..."

Red like Jess' muzzle and eyebrows.

Silver's lip trembled; "....That's her?"

Alison nodded, putting it forward and then pulling back, looking as though she was kicking herself for nearly handing it over where it would pass through her ethereal hands and smash upon the ground.

"She's been on your nightstand till now. Your mum even said that it made sense she got to be closer to you."

Silver hadn't thought her mum was capable of such sentiment. Her eyes remained watery as she stared at the beautiful ball.

Reaching forward, she ran her finger down the curve.

Nothing. No feel of energy or something calling out to her.

Maybe Alison read her expression; "I went to visit your old house and saw your room. Nearly everything was in boxes, because of the move...but there was no dog there that I could see."

See with her Sight, Silver understood, sighing with relief.

Good. Jess wasn't still waiting for her there, after death. She wouldn't be another Greyfriar's Bobby. She had moved on.

And of course, all dogs went to heaven.

"Thank you...Seriously, thank you, Alison." Silver grinned, then ran to pull Robin and Amy into a hug, whether they liked it or not; "And thank you two fucking dorks."

"Hug is nice but words confusing." Robin chuckled nervously as she wrapped her arm around his neck.

Amy shuffled her feet, half leaning into the hug as she looked bashful; "Eh, I owed you for helping them all with my Death Day surprise."

"I love it. Thank you."

Alison placed the glass ball beside at the foot of Silver's bed. She also had with her one of the last photos of a beaming Silver hugging a happy Jess, tongue hanging out, eyes bright with joy, tail clearly wagging.

"She definitely appears to have been a wonderful companion." Fanny, a fellow pet lover, smiled as they watched Alison pin the polaroid to the tree.

"She was...." Silver said, as if attending a funeral she'd missed long ago; "We got her at two months old. Me and Dad were in Blockbuster, about to rent a movie, and talking about getting a dog. Guy at the counter said his mum was trying to find a home for her labradoodle that was too energetic for her. They didn't even want money, he turned up at our door with all her doggy gear and this bouncy pup with the biggest paws for such a little body. She was an annoying shit for over a year before she settled...and she rarely left my side. She loved eating pigs ears and steak. She could do all the tricks. She hated the post man and nearly got us fined when she tried to bite at his rucksack. But she was gentle and good to everyone else. If I came home upset, she would come right to me and lick my tears away. We were inseparable after Dad died and no one else seemed to want...."

She stopped herself then. The eulogy was turning into a self-pitying prose.

"She was my best friend."

"Sounds like you had a good girl there, pet!" Pat grinned.

Silver nodded. The goodest.

Amy tilted her head; "Not to change the subject but...Sil, what was going on with your eyes at the time? Why were they red?"

"Oooh, Moonah girl cursed!" Robin gasped.

Silver exchanged looks with Alison, Pat and Julian. The four of them then burst into giggles while everyone else looked as lost as Amy.

"Life before selfies and digital cameras, dude." She said, putting her arm around her friend's shoulders; "We all had to suffer with demon eyes for about fifty years."

"Those were the days. When you'd take your camera to the Kodak shop after your holidays to get them developed and they'd all come out looking awful." Pat reminisced.

"Or your wife would collect them expecting sweet images of you playing with your daughter on the beach, and instead she sees you and two members of your cabinet with leather cuffs and ball gags."

Everyone stared at Julian as he finished that sentence.

"Oh....just me then?" He asked.

"It's always just you." Captain sighed.

"Moving swiftly on, I'm glad you like your present, Silver." Alison smiled.

"I do...I kinda wish bringing her ashes here meant she got to come visit, but I'm glad she's free." Silver said, looking at the photo; "And hey, maybe I'll see her in my dreams."

"And till then, you still get fluffy snuggles." Robin handed a small ball of grey fur to her.

Silver happily took the sleeping Kya and held her close, stroking those teeny tiny ears with her finger as the pup slept.

She looked around at her family and exhaled, remembering how she'd come to this spot to summon everything she desired in her life. Love, excitement, friendship, a sense of belonging...

By the will of the Goddess, it had all come to pass. Not in life, but in death.

"Thanks, guys."

[leomlarson]

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

"So, my favorite place in the entire world is this cabin my family has a timeshare on back in Michigan. It's an A-frame on a lake, maybe three or four hours north of Ann Arbor. We used to go there a lot when I was really young, but my parents' marriage was in the shitter by the time I was eight, so the trips stopped. But when I was nine — it was Labor Day weekend or something, and my parents just told me and my sisters to pack and get in the car to go to Spider Lake. "They definitely wanted to butter us up before they broke the news about the divorce, so for 48 hours they were on their best behavior. Not even that, though — like, they seemed so happy that I thought maybe I'd just dreamed all of the fights and my dad disappearing for weeks at a time and my mom having nervous breakdowns thinking he'd never come back. "On our last night, we were all down by the lake and me and my sisters had mostly passed out around this fire I'd helped my dad make, but I woke up because I could hear music. Someone was playing a slow song from the opposite shore — I can't remember what it was now — but I opened my eyes and my parents were dancing to it further down the beach. The fire was mostly dead, and the stars were out, and for the first time ever, I actually believed that they could've been in love with each other. Not then, necessarily, but at some point. Even for a minute. "Then I fell back asleep and woke up in my bed the next morning, and my dad was gone. And I haven't seen him since. I never asked my mom about the dancing or the song. Honestly, I may as well have dreamt it."

[cherryatiny]

𝐃𝐚𝐝! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐺𝐼𝐹𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠

⩥ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

Letting out a cry of pain from the weird feeling, you woke up from your sleep, sitting up heavily breathing, you clutched your arms around your pregnancy belly softly not to hurt the baby. Hugging it and cooling down your breathing, trying to comprehend what has just happened.

Many paranoic thoughts filling your mind. Is something wrong? Did something happen to the baby? Thinking about the worst scenarios, another one of those weird tumbling motions occurred in your swollen belly. Bending down to place your ear on the top of your belly of 5 months, you caressed it, trying to feel the twitches again.

Looking to the side, you placed your hands on your sleeping husband Hongjoong, gently shaking him to wake him up.

His sleepy eyes slowly opening, trying to get used to the darkness in the room. „Mhm, what is it, baby? Did something happen? Why did you wake me up for?“ hardly understandable mumbles left his mouth as he laid in his place, not moving a bit, still not woken up.

„Joongie, I think that... the baby just kicked.“ swiftly sitting up after those words came out of your mouth, his widened eyes in shock. „Really? Did the baby kick? Oh my-“

Hongjoong did the same thing as you did, laying his head on your belly, his hands wrapping around your bottom, trying to feel anything. And as the baby kicked again, your belly moving softly under his head.

Hongjoong almost jumped out of his place in amazement as he felt that. „Oh my Y/N, that was-your belly just moved, I felt it. Oh my God your baby just moved.“

Tugging up your top to expose your baby bump, he planted kisses on it, still astonished from the new feeling of a baby moving inside your body. „My baby? It's your baby too, it's our baby and it moved, Joongie.“

You both giggled cutely at the new feeling, it all felt so real, now that you could really feel your baby. „Come on, let's get back to sleep, you have to rest.“

Going back to sleep, he spooned you from behind, his arm embracing you close to him, caressing your baby bump until you fell asleep again.

⩥ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

„Y/N do you know where is the bottle with caraway seeds?“ Seonghwa shouted for you to hear, rummaging all over the kitchen, trying to find the seasoning he was looking for.

You were laying on the couch, resting with a book in your hands, since any excessive movement made your pregnant body tired. One eye on the flavescent pages of the book, the second one looking out for your husband Seonghwa who was cooking you two a meal, making sure he didn't hurt himself or mess something up.

Even though Seonghwa was a great cook, he was a bit clumsy so occasional cuts on his fingers weren't that occasional. Suddenly a dull pain hit your belly, causing you to cry in pain, wrapping your arms around your swollen belly.

As Seonghwa heard your painful whimpers, he dropped the knife he was holding, cutting his finger, but that wasn't what he cared for, immediately running over to you.

„Ah fuck it- Princess! Are you okay? What's happening? Is there something wrong?“ kneeling in front of you, letting his hands fall onto your knees. Your head lowered down, trying to overcome the pain that hit your ribs and abdomen.

„Ah, I don't- don't know, it just suddenly started to hurt so much. As if you hit my ribs with a bat.“ his worried expression turned into a soft one in a blink of an eye. „Isn't it... our baby kicking?“

Getting the pieces of information that flowed through your brain together, you realised that Seonghwa might have a point.

„Aww Y/N, I'm so sorry for what our baby is putting through, come on lay down, I'm gonna bandage my finger, and I'll give you a massage, maybe it'll relieve stress, what do you think?“ nodding you laid down, still not over the pain your baby just gave you.

Seonghwa ran back to the kitchen for a second, rummaging over the boxes of medicaments and this type of stuff, trying to find a plaster to wrap his finger in before going back to you and sitting on the couch. He laid your head on his lap, his hands massaging your stiff shoulders in circular motions while singing to you, trying to help you relax.

⩥ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

The weekend always meant Yunho's well-deserved rest. Usually, the two of you spent a weekend together in bed, lazily cuddling and watching series you abandoned throughout the week. Today was not any different.

Laying in the bed under piles of comforter, you nuzzled your back into Yunho's chest, letting out small mewls at how comfortable his presence was. Ever since you got pregnant, Yunho treated you like the most fragile crystal vase in this world.

His arm wrapped around your baby bump protectively, the other arm laid under your head. Watching the characters move on the screen of your notebook, your attention fully captivated.

You were on the edge, almost not breathing from the unexpected plot twist, when your swollen belly twitched lightly. Frowning your eyebrows at the weird feeling, it was as if butterflies were flying in your stomach.

But the nervous twitches did not stop, yet, they only intensified. You remembered an article you read a month ago, about how to distinguish when a baby kicks or moves. Concentrating more on the feeling, it was the same as described in the article.

Turning around to look at Yunho, his eyes closed as he was probably napping. Shaking his shoulders to wake him up, he opened his sleepy eyes. „Yunho...“ humming tiredly, he tried hard not to knock out, but listen to what you had to say.

„Remember the article? I think our baby moved...“ His no longer sleepy eyes opened widely, looking at you with excitement. „Really? How does it feel? Oh I can't even imagine it, let me touch.“

His loosened grip around your belly now tightened, his hand roaming all over your belly, trying to feel anything. „But I don't feel anything Y/N.“ pouting at you sadly, from not being able to feel his child kick.

„It's because the baby stopped moving, Yuyu. I'll tell you the next time it moves.“ He nodded dejectedly and laid back down, holding you close to him as you two resumed the series while waiting patiently for your baby to move again.

⩥ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

„That's him, that's the guy. The guy with the black hat is the killer!“ shouted Wooyoung as the aforementioned character of the movie you were watching appeared on the screen.

„Oh my fucking god Wooyoung, I swear I'm gonna sew your mouth one day, try to do this once again and you'll be the one left out when we have the next movie night.“

The boys started scolding Wooyoung as he once again spoiled the movie you were watching, some of them throwing pillows at him.

Switching between the channels you turned the TV off and decided to rather talk together since nothing watchable was on. You listened to the eight men that were discussing their next week's schedule.

Laughing at some of the sarcastic remarks your husband Yeosang made, you comfortably positioned yourself on Yeosang's laps, his strong arms keeping you close and wrapping around your baby bump protectively.

It was as if your baby reacted to the feeling of his dad's hands when you felt some weird twitches and tumbles. Shrugging your eyebrows at the weird feelings you supposed was the baby kicking, you lightly bent forward, your fingers circling over your bump, occasionally poking it to get another reaction from the baby.

„Is something wrong, Y/N?“ queried your husband Yeosang, catching the attention of the others, who stopped in their convo, instead diverting their attention to you.

„I-I think our baby moved...“ as soon as the words left your mouth, all of the boys jumped out from their seat, coming over to you and immediately placing their hands on your belly out of curiosity, leaving you and Yeosang speechless as the 7 men tried to feel your baby moving.

„Oh my god, guys I feel it kicking.“ San immediately scoffed at his words, responding sassily. „Shut up Wooyoung, you don't feel anything, you made that up because you just want to be the first one to feel our little niece move.“

„Get your hands off my wife's bump, you're irrelevant right now. Her dad should be the first one to feel her kick, her uncles are further in the line. Make your own child.“

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

Having to deal with pregnancy was hard, but having to deal with pregnancy when your partner couldn't be present all the time, was even harder. Many would've thought that having an idol husband must be a dream come true - a life out of fanfiction.

But at the same time, you have to deal with an exhausted man who has a packed schedule and hardly any free time. After the two of you got married, San and his group adjusted their schedule to have more time, after all, all the members weren't that young anymore and they also had their own lives.

When you got pregnant San made sure to be there for you as much as he could, it wasn't a comeback season so it was possible. However he was shooting for a drama he was supposed to play a lead role in, so he left for a 'job trip' for two weeks since they were shooting in Jeju Island.

Coming out of your shared bedroom, you yawned, still not completely woken up from your night sleep. Picking some milk out of the fridge to cook oats in, you made yourself oatmeal with fruit and a cup of coffee to eat for breakfast.

Digging your spoon into the bowl, you couldn't get yourself to have a bite. Your stomach feeling somehow heavy. It wasn't like the morning nausea you had in the first trimester, it was just a bad feeling as if someone was squeezing your stomach.

You at least drank the coffee as you sat down on the couch in your living room, turning the TV on to listen to watch some news. You caressed your baby bump out of a habit, it was almost like a routine, every morning when you and San watched the news, he'd always caress your belly.

Sipping on your coffee, you felt a sharp kick to your ribs and stomach, spilling the coffee all over your clothes. You shrugged your eyebrows, mouth wide opened as you tried to hold back your tears from the sharp and tingling pain.

„Ah, I've been carrying you for over 5 months and this is how you repay me with your first kick?“ Saying playfully to your baby even though you knew it can't hear you, you couldn't help but smile at the precious feeling of your baby kicking even though it was painful.

'I should probably say this to San, he'd be happy to know that our baby kicks' you said to yourself as you picked your phone and dialled his phone number, hoping that you won't interrupt anything and he'd be able to pick up.

„Good morning princess.“ you subconsciously smiled at his sweet voice as he called you the pet name he often used.

„Sannie, our prince kicked me. It hurts like hell, he's a strong boy, he must be taking after his daddy.“ you could feel the regret in his voice at not being able to be there when your baby kicked for the first time.

„Waah really? Ah I'm so sorry that I couldn't be there when he kicked for the first time, wait for me I'm home in 3 days.“

⩥ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

Chopping some pepper bells, onions and tomatoes, you put the aforementioned vegetables into a pot, pouring a bit of oil and letting it roast on a low heat as you poured some vegetable broth onto it afterwards.

Looking up to see your partner Mingi enter the kitchen with no t-shirt, his sweatpants long hanging as he rubbed his sleepy eyes, from having to wake up after coming home late after his practice.

„Good morning sleepyhead.“ He smiled at you beamingly, brushing his hair with his fingers and pouring himself a glass of water. „Good morning, babe. Woah, I'm so tired, my muscles stiffened as I slept, I must be getting old.“

Laughing playfully at his remark you resumed your previous activity of cooking, pouring some seasoning into the pot.

The sleepy figure of your partner Mingi, disappeared from your sight as he got behind you, his long limbs wrapping around your waist as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, whining out of the comfort.

„Mingi we can cuddle later, I have to finish cooking, okay?“ He groaned in disagreement not moving a bit as his grip tightened around your '4-month old' baby bump, running his fingers over the material of your tank-top.

You were so engaged in cutting tofu, that you didn't pay any attention to the feelings in your lower belly. Sensing some tingling, you brushed it off, thinking it was only Mingi's fingertips trying to tingle you to make you stop doing your actions.

„What was it?“ Letting out a quiet 'what do you mean' you continued not taking your eyes off the cutting board. „Your belly moved.“ Turning over to look at him, you raised your eyebrows, not getting any of his words. „It didn't move.“

„It did Y/N, I felt it.“ Letting out a small chuckle you turned back. „Mingi, I'm not going to stop and cuddle you, this attempt to make me stop is hopeless.“ as you cut the food, you suddenly felt a movement in your lower stomach.

„Wait, oh my, it really moved. Woah, it must be our little princess.“ tears fell down your cheeks at the new feeling, happiness overflowing your veins. „See? I wasn't lying!“

⩥ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

Standing in backstage, you watched from behind as your husband Wooyoung performed their newest comeback's title song on the music show stage.

Swaying his hips and letting out soft angelic sounds off his mouth. Finishing it off as an ending fairy with his serious but hot pose. Bowing respectfully to the cameramen and staff, sweaty figures of the members left the stage as they returned to the backstage, breathing heavily from the dynamic choreography.

„You were amazing guys, as always.“ You exclaimed as they neared you, grateful smiles on their faces. Wooyoung took your hand on his way and you followed him to their changing room.

„Uhm, I'll wait for you outside while you change.“ you stated as you sat on the metal bench that was in front of the changing room. Running your hand up and down your visible baby bump, you closed your eyes, just trying to think peacefully about anything that came up to your mind.

A gentle thud in your womb breaking you out of your concentrated state. You focused on your swollen belly, thoughts running all over your mind. Could it be your son? Not paying attention to the sound of the door opening you still thought about the uncanny feeling.

Since it was your first pregnancy, how were you supposed to distinguish between those feelings?

„Y/N, I'm done, let's go, Yunho is paying for dinner.“ Looking up at his smiling you focused on his deep hazel eyes with little sparkles in them. „Youngie, I think our baby kicked...“

A really loud 'woah' left his mouth along with some cheerful squeals, alerting all the people in the hallways.

„Really? Did our son really kick? Don't play your jokes on me. We'll have to celebrate then, come on, give me your backpack and I'll treat you the best meal of your life.“

„You? Didn't you say Yunho is the one who's paying?“ you remarked playfully in the mood to tease him for every detail he says. „That's just a bare detail, come one honey.“

⩥ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

„What can I get for you?“ asked the young waiter dressed in a uniform with the logo of the café you were in.

„She's pregnant and she shouldn't drink much caffeine, so one strawberry and one watermelon lemonade.“ ordered your husband Jongho, before you could even open your mouth to say something.

Turning to face his caring and lovely smile, you pouted at him, for not giving you a chance to order something yourself.

„You know I can order for myself? And I didn't have any caffeine in a week, so I could at least have an iced latte.“ He shrugged his shoulders, as he gazed around the café.

„It's not about the caffeine right now. Do you remember? We had our first date here and drank the same thing, I just wanted to recall the memories.“ You smiled as you replayed those reminiscences in your mind.

„Who would've thought that a bundle of joy will come out of the single date, I can't express how happy I am. I still remember that day, I was so nervous and embarrassed myself so many times that I thought you would've never wanted to go out with me again, yet you did.“ you smiled at his remarks, thinking about how he almost tripped on his own foot from how nervous he was.

„I did. And there wasn't a time when I regretted, going out with you was the best choice of my life.“

As the waiter was approaching you with the lemonades, you felt fluttering movements occur in your lower abdomen. Jongho noticed the grimace on your face as you lightly hugged yourself, but waited until the waiter left.

„Is something wrong Y/N?“ You looked up to meet his worried face. „I- I don't know, there is a weird fluttering feeling in my stomach and it's just... weird.“ You answered as you took a sip of your tasty lemonade, his gaze softening.

„Y/N, it must be our baby, he started kicking, don't you think?“

[aliwritesss]

~ Labyrinth

Pairings: Eric x reader

Genre: fuckboy au!

Warnings: angst, slightly suggestive, slow burn, swearing

Based on this AU! Highly recommended to read it before you start the series, but can be read alone.

1/? Masterlist

-“… And remember! The deadline for the essay is in three weeks.”- You hear your History teacher’s voice but no one listens to him. The bell just ringed and that meant freedom.

-“ It’s Friday!!! Let’s do something fun.” You hear Kevin’s voice next to you. You thank the heavens and stars to have him in your life, you don’t know what you would have done without him all this time.

-“ What are you thinking?”

-“ Well… You know, everyone’s been on the edge these past months with the exams and all. So Juyeon thought I’d be fun to do a small gathering, only close friends.” He says with the smallest voice and you feel all your body tense up. If you knew one thing is that you couldn’t go to parties, not yet. Not when it’s been so long since you’ve seen him and you’re actually starting to move on. To wake up and not think of him.

-“ It sounds fun! But I think I’m gonna pass this time, I better start working on this assignment.”

-“ Cmon (Y/N), it’s been a month. You gotta go to your old self, I miss you. I miss us having fun.” It pains your heart to hear Kevin, you’d love to have the balls to go to their dorms and be yourself, to dance again till you can’t stand up, to laugh freely but you feel that the spark inside of you has died and you’re afraid that if you go, it won’t light up anymore.

-“ I promise you I’ll go back to my old self. You’ll get back your partner in crime, my little moon.” You say hugging him and exiting the class. -“ Just give me a little bit and you’ll get back your star.”

-“ The world better get ready once the moon and star duo comes back.” He says giving you one of his best smiles and you feel a little bit better. You’ve known him for so long and clicked since then. One day you two were in class and someone said you looked like the team rocket from Pokémon, always together being mischievous. And since then you baptized your friendship as the moon and star duo.

As you walk outside you feel his comment nag you in the back of your head. “Why do I have to feel so bad when he’s doing fine? Was everything a lie? Did he truly love me?” These thoughts have been bugging you lately and you’re starting to get annoyed. You thought you were doing fine but sometimes these dark clouds will come and shake you down. And it seems like today was one of these days.

“ So… Juyeon is doing a gathering huh? Do you realize that it means half of the campus is going, right?”

-“ Yeah… We told him only close people and Changmin said that meant around 50 friends.” He says, rolling his eyes. -“ Thank god we have Sangyeon and Jacob to keep him in check or else It’d be a nightmare.” And that makes you laugh because it’s true, you remember one night you were staying the night in their dorms and suddenly Sunwoo and Chanhee started arguing about the smallest thing. Sangyeon only needed to look at them to make them stop. It was so funny, you don’t want to mess with an angry Sangyeon to be honest.

-“ And… Here we go. I knew it.” You hear Kevin’s annoyed voice. -“ They’re asking me to buy drinks, it seems like more people are coming tonight. I have to go now bubs, but we should do something fun this weekend okay? Just the two of us.” He says while hugging you and you nod. Maybe that’s what you need, to start slowly coming out of your cave.

You start making your way to your dorm thinking about the million things you have to get done in these two weeks and you can feel your anxiety already coming. The pressure you’ve been feeling these past few days it’s getting worse everyday. And the worst of it, it’s that you don’t have anyone to talk about it. Unconsciously, you touch your necklace, feeling a little bit better. You look down to the tiny shiny star and remember the night he gave it to you.

-“ I’ll be your star, ready to guide you even in the darkest times, even when there’s no moon shining.” He said softly in your neck. You smiled at him and looked at the charm. It was a little star filled with crystals. Stunning.

-“ When you feel like giving up, remember that I’ll be here with you. Faintly.” Eric said, touching your necklace.

“Where are you now? Where are you now when I need you the most?” You think for yourself, It’s not like you weren’t starting to move on from him, which you are doing. But you were not forgetting him, and you wish you could.

You wish you could erase all these sweet moments, act like nothing happened. Act like him, cold and unbothered. Why did him have to play you? Was everything a lie? Everything he said, was just a trap to only have fun with you? You couldn’t trust your memories, it seems like you only could remember the good ones.

But what about that night you two had a fight on a party because he was with this girl, laughing and talking the whole night while you were alone? You still remember his words: “ Stop being a pain in the ass, if I wanted to hook up with her dont you think I would have already done it?”. And you being a silly naive girl in love, acted like it didn’t hurt you. Like he didnt had the power to destroy you in matter of seconds if he wanted.

And that was the reason you broke up with him.

Everyone knew you were his girl and god forbid anyone who dared to touch you. But that’s it, you were only that, his girl. He didn’t bother to put a label, you were there for him and that was enough.

-“ Eric what are we doing?”- You asked him the night you two broke up.

-“ What do you mean?”-

-“ What are we doing together? What is this? Are we exclusive? Are we truly in a relationship?”- You asked trembling, you weren’t ready to hear his answer.

-“ Not this again (Y/N). I told you I don’t want to talk about it and you keep bringing this up. I said you are my girl and that should be enough.”-

-“ But it isn’t. It isn’t when there’s a queue of girls waiting for you to get tired of me and drop me like a toy. And I had enough, I need to know what I am to you.” You said sitting in his bed.

-“ You are making me tired with all these questions. I said drop it, (Y/N). You know how I am and still chose to be here with me.”-

-“ I chose you bc you said that you couldn’t do this without me, Eric! You told me that I was special and-.”

-“ So? That gives you the right to be called my girlfriend?”- And that was the last straw. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, it’s like someone snapped you back to reality. Like you just woke up from a beautiful dream and got hit with the true world.

He loved you, but not in the right way.

He cared about you, but not enough.

You got dressed and started to pick yoiur things while crying. You needed to get out as soon as possible, even if it was 3 in the morning.

-“Cmon (Y/N) don’t be like this. I got mad and you know I say things I regret later. Please let’s talk in the morning when we are calm, okay? Babe please-“

-“ Don’t touch me, Eric. I’ve had enough. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep falling in love with you more and more when we are not in the same page. Not even in the same book.”- You said putting on your sweatshirt, well, his sweatshirt now yours.

-“ Are you serious? Are you going to be like this? After all we’ve been through?”-

-“ Exactly, after all we’ve been through you still think I don’t deserve to be your girlfriend. And let me correct you, you’re the one who doesn’t deserve to be my boyfriend. I’m tired of your shit.”

-“ I know you’re angry (Y/N) but I swear if you leave this room that’s it.”- He said staring at you. You gave him one last smile and closed the door. It was so late at night and you decided to bring this topic up… That was a stupid move of you to be honest, but it needed to be done.

You can feel your vision getting blurry with all the tears falling but you don’t care anymore.

-“ Star? Is everything ok?”- you feel Kevin’s sleepy voice coming from the other side of the hallway and you let out a sob. -“ Hey, Hey. What happened bubs? Why are you crying? Where’s Eric?”-

-“ I… I- I think we just broke up.” You said hugging him and starting to sob even harder.

- “ Oh gosh…” He said quietly while stroking your hair.

And after that everything was a blur, you only remember him and Haknyeon taking you to your dorm and sleeping there. Everyone knew what happened because they heard you two arguing but no one could bring the topic up. It was typical of you two to argue, but in a matter of hours everything was cleared. But this time was different and both of you knew it.

This time the damage was done and there was no going back now.

A/N: So it’s finally here!! The first chapter of this little series. Thanks to all of you for liking so much the AU and for telling me what you preferred to see on this series. It’ll be after the break up, but I thought it’d be nice to have a little context of why did the discussion happen and to see the dynamic of the relationship. Honestly speaking, I love Eric’s fuckboy vibes so much.. But still it pains me to see him acting this way :( I apologise for any typo or mistake! And remember you can ask in the comments or dms to be tagged and that requests are open!!

TAGLIST: @asherbl @fairycob @givememunjang

[ninjago-bingo]

June recap: angst!

woot woot!  We’re officially wrapping up our first month of ninbingo round 2, and I want you all to know that we have 40 submissions so far.  Let that sink in.  40, and last year, we capped out our bingo at 50.

Are you guys excited, because I am!

Because there are so many entries, I’ve split this recap by genre into the broad categories of angst, fluff, and introspective.  I separated the entries using my best judgement, but if you’re the creator and would like your work(s) moved, just lmk!

art (low res; click on the link to go to the original post):

Blood and touch by @emisnt2

// slight pink blood

Combining touch and blood because i really like the idea of people treating injury haha!

Small by @peachyninjago

i saw small and immediately thought tiny lloyd so boom. hes sad so kai comes in w the candy and smiles

fic:

Braced Myself For the Good-bye by @ace-of-spaces​.  || tumblr || ao3 || prompt: grief

Kai sacrifices himself to save not only Lloyd, the rest of the Ninja and the Samurais but the entire population of Ninjago.

A year later, Nya hurls a fireball at Jay during morning training.

Kai and the Terrible Tear by @weekend-whip.  || tumblr || ao3 || prompt: tear

Nya comes home with tears one day, and Kai takes some brotherly—if not continually difficult—action.

Remember When...No, I Don’t. I’m Sorry. by @unknownuncut​.  || tumblr || ao3 || prompt: forgotten

Zane doesn’t remember much before the Walkers, the life he had led before arriving at the Junkyard that faithful day. He was half powered on in the back of some random cart in between some other broken parts and boxes filled with something. He could only stare up at the moving sky, counting the stars and watch the rising and setting of the sun and moon.

Tear by @k1ngtok1​.  tumblr || prompt: tear

Tears weren’t supposed to hurt, right?

Tears weren’t supposed to travel down your form and burn like magma, were they? They weren’t supposed to make you flinch in pain and cry out when more tears were added to the flow.

Thank You, For Giving Me Wings by @/weekend-whip.  || tumblr || ao3 || prompt:

Wu's watched these kids grow up for a very long time; but he still wonders when the term 'students' faded and 'family' took its place instead.

Or, five times the Masters of Spinjitzu accidentally called Wu 'Dad' (...and the one time one Master didn't on purpose)

The Good Days by @strangermask.  tumblr || prompt: real

Kai woke up with a stretch. It was a beautiful sunny day in Ninjago. The sun was shining, the grass was healthy and green, the ocean sparkled beautifully, and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. That was good because today was a special day.

They Were There When It Mattered Most by @/unknownuncut.  || tumblr || ao3 || prompt: parent(s)

“Are the Walkers your real parents?” Lloyd asks suddenly.

or:

Lloyd and Jay are peeling potatoes for Zane. Somehow they started talking about parents.

water and fire by @/ace-of-spaces.  || tumblr || ao3 || prompts: protective and tear

Seven months, two weeks and thirteen days after Nya merged with the sea, she saves Kai from drowning.

Seven months, two weeks and thirteen days since he's last seen his sister.

Seven months, two weeks and thirteen days, Nya denies his offer to return with him to see the other again.

And a Crystalized work below the cut!

Time by @ice-emperor-zane

Crystallised Jay Ninjago’s Emo Quotes, am i right ladies?

@crappy-coffee​ @grollow​ @master-of-cosmos​ @roantheboat​ @sebilini​ @art-i-sticks​ @viioletpixels​ @miserable-flamango​ @frozensoapbubble​ @thepenguisalive7​ @marsipain​ @destinymanticor​ @obsessedbee​ @master-of-fluff​ @legogeek33​ @applecranberryjuice​ @abunnsburrow @mitzle​ @curious-corvius @ninjago4life​ @kumamoo-hq​

[coffee-and-quill]

Birthday Wishes

Stucky x Reader: You have been feeling neglected lately, but Bucky and Steve promised they would be there for your birthday. When they don’t show up, you are left feeling broken, and they are left wondering how they will every make it up to you

Warnings: Angst, Bucky and Steve being adorable morons

_ _ _ _ _

It had been months since you spent any quality, romantic time with your boys. Months since you had woken up cuddled between them, months since they had eaten dinner with you or even gotten home before you fell asleep. Furthermore, it had been months since you had had any intimate sex, nothing more than a quick fuck before rushing off for work. You tried so hard not to get upset. They were superheroes after all; the great Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, the Captain and the Soldier. Villains didn’t stop being villains just because you were feeling a little neglected.

           So you shut your mouth. You gave them polite smiles when they said they would have to stay late, you packaged up the dinners you made with love every night, you gave them quick kisses and declarations of love in the morning, and you hoped that things would slow down eventually. Life has a way, you figured out, of really taking the piss out of all of your hopes and dreams.

           You had told Steve and Bucky at least 50 times over the last three days that you needed them here on Saturday. You sent them texts, put notes up on the fridge, and even called Tony to explain the situation. They had missed Thanksgiving, they had missed Christmas, they had missed Valentines Day, they were not going to miss your birthday. You didn’t want anything but a full day of attention from the two men who you loved the most.

           Yet when you woke up that Saturday, your bed was cold. There was a not on the dresser from Steve saying that something important had come up and that he and Bucky would be back before dinner. You tried to hold back the feeling of dread. You told yourself that a romantic dinner with your loves was more than what you had gotten in a while, and that it was better than nothing. You might even be able to indulge in some well needed release with the two afterwards. So you sighed and began going about the preparations for that night.

           A feeling of peace came over you as you sipped your coffee and took out the ingredients for your cake. You had made one on every birthday you had shared with the boys. It was a favorite of all of yours: chocolate devil’s cake with rich ganache frosting and raspberry filling. You still remember the sinful moan that Bucky had let out when he first tried it on his birthday. You had almost creamed your panties on the spot. You smiled at the memory and continued to prep the ingredients, swaying your hips to the soft music playing. It was almost muscle memory at this point. When the cake was in the oven, you prepped the food for dinner. It was one of Steve’s mother’s recipes, rescued from the Smithsonian last year. You lived for the look of nostalgic glee that he got on his face whenever he came home to this meal. It made your heart soar.

           As the day wore on, you got more and more frustrated. You had gotten calls from your family, friends, even Tony had called to wish you a happy birthday, but you still hadn’t heard from your boys. It was getting later, closer to the time they would get off. You figured they wanted to surprise you. So you went upstairs, showered, and put on your favorite dress: a sleek, satin, red number that always made Steve and Bucky’s eyes grow dark. After, you set the table, placing the roses you had picked up yesterday into a crystal vase and lighting a few candles. You poured three glasses of the fancy wine you kept for special occasions and sat down to wait.

           By the time the clock rolled around to 9, you knew they weren’t coming. You had already drank half the wine and were feeling very, very pissed. You picked up your phone, hands shaking and tears on the edge of you eyes. The dial rang twice before Steve picked up.

           “Hey, sweetheart! Sorry, I didn’t realize the time. What’s up?” his voice was far too chipper, and it made you sick.

           “Where are you?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

           “We got caught up with something, there is a lot of paperwork. It looks like me and Buck will have to spend the night.”

           “I told you that I needed you today, Stevie.” You wanted to throw up.

           “I know sweetheart, but can we postpone? Maybe we can have date night next weekend?”

           You were crying now. Your breaths were coming in short bursts, and your heart felt like ice; a cold, heavy weight sitting in the middle of your chest making it impossible to breathe.

           Steve’s voice cut through, “Is everything alright sweetheart? Did something happen?” You could hear Bucky in the background, clearly recognizing the worry in his boyfriend’s voice. They had forgotten. You had been together for so long, and they had forgotten. You hung up without answering his question.

           The room was spinning. Everywhere you looked you saw the remnants of your life with the soldiers. Bucky’s work boots standing by the door, Steve’s favorite book on the coffee table, your mugs set up on the counter together. It was mocking you. You stumbled up to your shared room, ignoring the ringing of your phone downstairs. You didn’t want to think, you just wanted out, away from the pain, away from the reality of your loneliness. You threw some clothes in a duffle and left. You didn’t take your phone. You didn’t want to talk or be found. You could barely see as you drove, tears running down your face and smearing your makeup.

           Your mom didn’t ask any questions when she opened the door to find you there, still in your red dress with puffy eyes and a lost look. She opened your arms, and you fell into them and cried.

_ _ _ _ _

 Steve was already starting to panic when you didn’t pick up the third time. He racked his brain trying to figure out what was wrong. Did someone break in? Were you hurt? He vaguely remembered something about you asking them to take the day off, but it was lost in the panic of the attack. Some new recruits had returned from a scout to reveal information on three new Hydra bases that they hadn’t even known about. There was paperwork, lots of it, and plans that needed to be drawn up, teams that needed to be assigned. All of that seemed small at the thought of you hurt.

Bucky was pacing nervously. “Did she say anything else? Anything at all?” he asked, biting his lip.

“No,” Steve responded, “She hung up without answering.” The two super soldier were too preoccupied to notice Tony had entered. The billionaire eyed the men curious.

“I’m surprised you two aren’t home yet. I’d assume you’d had some grand plans for your girl’s birthday,” he said smirking. The words hit Steve like a bucket of ice water. He looked over, seeing Bucky with the same expression of shock, guilt, and fear.

Tony looked back and forth between them, and his cocky expression fell. “Don’t tell me-,” he didn’t finish. The boys were out of the room before he could, sprinting as fast as they could down the hall.

_ _ _ _ _

             The door swung open, nearly punching a hole in the wall as Steve and Bucky heaved through the door. One look told them all they needed to know. Steve walked up to the table, a gorgeous dinner lying cold on the plate and an empty bottle of wine next to two full cups and an empty one. The candles were burnt out and the roses had been knocked over. As he went further, his breath caught in his throat. The cake, so beautiful and made with so much love and effort, was smashed, and next to it on the counter was the promised ring he and Bucky had given you two years ago. A wretched noise left his throat as he sank to his knees.

           Bucky wasn’t fairing any better. His eyes scanned the room with military precision, but inside was a panic like nothing he had ever felt before. As Steve cried on the floor, he rushed past him and up the stairs to their bedroom, hoping to whatever god was out there that you were still here. He knew before he stepped in the room that his prayers were unanswered. The closet was open and your travel duffel was gone. Your toiletries which had so long held the place between his and Steve’s were missing, leaving a gaping hole on the counter that he could feel down to his soul. A cold feeling began to creep through him, starting deep in his chest and spreading outward. It was painful and heavy and dark, and Bucky hated it. He would take Hydra any day over this. What made it worse was he knew it was his fault, he knew and he could do nothing to fix it. You were gone.

           He trudged back downstairs where Steve sat motionless, still on the kitchen floor, clutching your ring like a lifeline. He slumped into one of the table seats, where he noticed your phone, abandoned and out of battery.

           “What are we going to do?” he asked, voice hoarse with emotion.

           Steve looked over, tearing up again. “I don’t know.,” he whispered. Bucky felt his heart sink even deeper.

[leejongsuksnostrils]

obsidian.

3./little black dress.

words - 1160

warnings - language

Hyunjin went practically everywhere with me all last week. I seen Yeonjun in the background here and there. It was fucking creepy but he didn't do anything. I'd see him walking, a few steps ahead or behind. Ordering ice cream. He'd flash me a closed lip smile and somehow I'd melt inside. Hyunjin was completely oblivious. Especially since I never described to him what Yeonjun looked like.

This week however, I'm all by myself. I told Hyunjin over the weekend I should be fine from here on out. He was still apprehensive about it but I reassured him that it's ok. Although, it's been about two days and Yeonjun is nowhere to be found. It made me a little sad. Like, I found his looming presence comforting?  Every corner I'd turn, every few minutes I'd look over my shoulder, lowkey hoping to see him. But he wasn't there.

That Saturday Afternoon -

I'm laying in bed. Exhausted. School has been kicking my ass. It's just been nonstop and I'm in desperate need of a break. Suddenly, my phone goes off. My friend wanted to video chat.

"Hiiiiiiiii~" I say, throwing up a lazy peace sign in front of my face. I seen it was actually my two best friends. Celeste and Rosie. The same two best friends that were there with me during the mall incident.

"Let's go out tonight!"

"Tonight?"

"Yeah! Why not!"

"Uhhh, where and what time?"

"**** and we can meet at maybe around...10?"

I thought about it. I wanted to be a little lazy today but going out may be just what I need to get my mind off the stress from school.

"Okieee, I'll meet you guys there! Byeeeeee"

"Byeee"

I sighed. I checked the time on my phone. It was 3:33. I figured I had time to sneak in a quick nap before I had to get ready. The club my friends wanna go to is in the heart of Seoul so it's gonna take me a while to get there so I'll need to leave early.

-

I had set an alarm prior to falling asleep. It woke me at 6:30. "Ok so, I may have time to take a bath actually....take about an hour or so to get ready...leave at...oh that's perfect." I mumbled to myself as I got outta the bed and peeked into my closet. I haven't been clubbing since summer so hopefully I still fit into my lil outfits. I sighed and walked to the main bathroom downstairs to draw my bath. "Taking a bath I see. You haven't done that in forever." My Father called out from the kitchen. I walked over to him and ran my fingers through my hair. "Yeah, Celeste and Rosie called me earlier and they wanna go out tonight." "Oh, that'll be good for you." "Yeah, I just took a nap and I figured I had time to just get ready peacefully before I go out and be overstimulated." He chuckled. "Well, I hope you have fun." He brought a bowl to his lips before sipping some broth. I smiled at him and walked back up to my room.

I stared at my closet again. "Lots of black. Tons and tons of black." I sighed a deep sigh. I picked out a little black dress. Simple. Sleeveless, straight neckline and stopped right under my lil bum. I chose some black strappy sandals to go with. Even though it was Fall time, it wasn't super cold yet so I figured I could manage for one night. "Crystal! Your bath water is ready!" My Father called out to me. "Shit, I forgot." I ran downstairs, said "thanks" to my Dad and got in the bath. It was so relaxing I could've fell asleep all over again. But I forced myself to stay awake.

-

I was in the bath for a little too long but thankfully I didn't get pruny. I wrapped a towel around myself and hurriedly ran upstairs to my room. I put on my dress, thank god it still fit, and then walked into my bathroom. I really wish I had a bath tub in my bathroom instead of a shower but I should be thankful if anything because my Father gave me the master bedroom. The master bathroom is also the nicest room in the house I feel.

I started doing my makeup. I usually don't wear anything other than a tinted moisturizer but since I'm going out I should prolly put in more effort. I decided to do a smokey black eyeliner look with a dash of red glitter in the inner corner of my eyes. I put on a matte, cherry red lipstick and finished by applying a subtle highlighter to highest points of my face. I never do much with my hair other than brush it in the mornings. So I figured maybe I could just spice it up a little by parting my hair to the side and curling the front. I brushed the curl out so it looked like a natural bend in my hair. Perfect. I applied my favourite perfume, Gucci's Bloom Acqua Di Fiori and walked out of my bathroom. I checked my phone and it was a few minutes to 9. I sat down on the edge of my bed and carefully put on my sandals. I checked how I looked in my over the door mirror, good, and walked downstairs. I seen my Father fell asleep on the couch and I just chuckled to myself and shook my head. I stepped outside and it wasn't the coldest but it wasn't the warmest either. It was fine except every now and then there was a cool breeze. Maybe if I wasn't half naked I'd be ok.

It wasn't until I sat down on the bus did I remember that there's a crazy guy on the loose. I texted Hyunjin to let him know that I was going out tonight and that he'd be the first to know if anything weird was going down.

-

I finally reached my stop. I quickly checked my phone before getting off the bus and it was a few minutes to 10. I slipped my phone into the secret pocket in the top of my dress and hurriedly walked to the club. I approached my friends who looked me up and down. "What?" "Uhh, Crystal? You look good." Rosie giggled and I swear I seen her blush. "Is your boyfriend coming?" "Huh?" "Your boyfriend. What's his name...oh! Yeonjun?" "Ohh...He's n-" I was cut off my the front door guy wanting to check out ID's. We stepped into the club and I was in awe. This was our first time going to this one and it was just so cool The decor, the vibe, the music. Everything about it was just awesome. We stood by the entrance and as I was scanning the room my eyes focused on him.

[slapshot-to-the-heart]

road less travelled - m. tkachuk

I was throwing together a list of ideas yesterday, and this one stuck out to me for some reason. So I started writing, thankfully had a pretty free weekend, and finished today! It was a fun piece to right, I hope you all enjoy it! As always, I read all my tags, so reblogs are a writer’s best friend! You’re also more than welcome to come into my inbox and yell at me if that’s more your speed.

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March 18 (thurs)

Elsie couldn’t believe she had gotten herself in this situation again. Every time she woke up in his bed she swore it was the last time, but one drunken mistake turned into another, which turned into a threepeat, and now she wasn’t so sure it had been a mistake in the first place. There was just something about Matthew Tkachuk, something so intoxicating that she was able to ignore the every fiber of her being that was screaming at her to stop this, stop things before it turned sour. Stop it before her brother found out. 

It had been easy enough to keep things from Johnny when they first started hooking up; they’d meet at a crowded bar, somewhere where the cover of anonymity was all but guaranteed, or a late-night text, a few words by the other communicating everything they needed to know. He was lonely. And Elsie Gaudreau was the only one who could help. It had been easy enough to keep things from Johnny at the start, but then they started texting before 11 PM, and then they decided they were exclusive, and then, Matty decided that it was about time that they put a label on it. And suddenly it wasn’t so easy to keep their secret anymore. 

The team knew that he was seeing someone, but much to everyone’s surprise, he had said precious little about their relationship. He called her Leigh in the locker room, or out with the boys — her grandmother’s middle name, one he felt toed the line as well as possible between complete fabrication and some semblance of the truth — and they knew the couple had been together for a few months, that she made him laugh, and that he was more into her than they had seen him act with anyone in recent memory. She didn’t come to events because she was shy, Matthew said, and he didn’t want to subject her to the kind of spotlight he knew she might be scrutinized under the moment they went public. He wasn’t lying when he said she’d been to games — Elsie usually made it to a few a month, usually on Johnny’s invitation — but left out the part where she wore the number 13 in the stands instead of 19, or where she caught a ride home with her brother after media availability instead of her boyfriend, the man she’d been sleeping with for the past five months. 

“Leaving already?” Matty mumbled, slinging one arm over her waist as Elsie tried to sit up. 

She twisted over, kissing him softly. His stubble tickled her cheek. “Got class, remember?” Of course he remembered. Class was the whole reason she was in Alberta; most of it, at least. She had done her undergrad in astrophysics at Wellesley in Massachusetts, and when the time had come for her to decide where to do her graduate studies, Johnny had been all too quick to offer up Calgary. “It’s a great program!” he had said. And it was, but Elsie also had her doubts that her brother knew much about astronomy beyond the ability to find the Great Dipper on a clear day. They had always been close, even when he went to go play in Dubuque when she was 13, but their time together had naturally been more than a little limited ever since he turned pro. So when the opportunity arose for them to be in the same city full-time for the first time in a decade, he was jumping at the prospect of being able to look after his younger sister again. And, especially after he offered to pay her tuition, she wasn’t about to say no. International fees didn’t come cheap. 

Matty groaned, pawing at her hand as she got up from the bed, throwing the covers back over him. “Do you have to go?” he whined. 

Elsie rolled her eyes. “It’s an 8 AM, and it’s,” she glanced at her watch, “already 7. I’d love to stay in bed with you, babe, but I’ve still got to eat and get dressed and grab all my stuff. Plus, it’s at least fifteen minutes to drive and find a place to park, so I’ve got to build that in too.”

“I still think it’s dumb that they make you pay to park at your own school. You’re already paying tuition, plus you TA that one course, so it’s not like you’re doing nothing for them,” he said.

“It’s dumb,” she agreed.

Matthew clicked his tongue. “It’s highway robbery, is what it is, Els.”

She laughed, bending over the bed to run a hand through his curls. She loved those curls. “Be that as it may, Matty dear, I’ve still got to get there on time. Experimental space physics waits for no man.” 

He pouted. “Fine.”

Elsie shot him a sympathetic look. “I’ll try to swing by after my classes let out, how does that sound?”

“Can’t. Johnny and some of the guys are going to be over after morning skate, we’re going out to lunch then they’re coming back here. I’ll call you if they don’t stay too late?” he proposed, looking over at her. 

She gave a tight smile. “Works for me.”

---

Matthew couldn’t believe he had managed to keep things from Johnny for as long as he had. As pretty much anyone could tell you, he was the world’s worst secret-keeper off the ice, and even more so when it came to his friends. And every time Johnny would lean over to him in the locker room, showing him a picture Elsie had posted on Instagram, or recount a story from the intro astronomy class she TA’d, he had to bite his lip and pretend like he hadn’t been the one to take the picture, or he hadn’t been the first to hear about the kid who didn’t believe you couldn’t see the Southern Cross from Alberta. As much as Matthew hated it, he knew that part of what made his relationship with Elsie so exhilarating was the illicit nature of the whole thing. Something about sneaking around with your best friend’s little sister made everything that much more exciting. 

The first time they hooked up hadn’t been a mistake, but it hadn’t been planned in any possible sense of the word. Elsie had moved to Calgary in August, a few weeks before everyone had stated trickling back into Alberta for training camp. Matthew was pretty sure it was mostly Johnny not wanting her to only be surrounded by “space nerds” — his words, not Matty’s, because while he had endless admiration for his sister’s dedication and academic skill, he understood approximateky 0.2% of what she was studying — all day, so by late September or so, she had established herself as a core member of the Flames’ “going-out” group. Which led to one particular night at a bar in October, with Johnny having already headed home thanks to an early breakfast with his fiancée and most of the rest of the group leaving around midnight. And it was a Friday, so Elsie had let herself have a few more drinks than usual; the team didn’t have practice until noon, so Matthew let himself shrug off any worry of a hangover. And Matty and Elsie already knew each other, so they got to talking, then they got to drinking, then they got to kissing. And then Elsie cancelled her Uber to get into Matthew’s, and before she knew it they were stumbling through his doorway, her fingers tangled in his curls and her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked her back to his bedroom.

There were a few people who knew the truth, and only a few people. Matthew had Brady and his mom. His logic being, as soon as Brady knew he was even vaguely interested in someone, he never took no for an answer and would have annoyed her name out of him regardless of whether or not he was being particularly forthcoming with any personal information. His mom because if he needed any advice, if he needed someone to turn to that wasn’t the incredibly vague commentary he gave the boys in the locker room, he wanted to have someone there who wouldn’t judge him and would have his best interests at heart. Okay, scratch that. Chantal definitely judged him, lifting her eyebrows over FaceTime as he called to break the news. She knew Elsie from the one trip with Johnny she’d made out to St. Louis and the times the Tkachuks had travelled up to Canada to visit the boys, and as much as she told Matthew that keeping it a secret was just about the worst thing he could do to his friend, she couldn’t say she was exactly surprised he had fallen for Elsie. 

Elsie had Ines, her best friend from college. It was easier with her, much more straightforward with a lot fewer of the conflicts of interest she felt she got with talking with anyone in the “hockey world.” Ines knew hockey, she obviously had met Johnny and some of the other boys before. Wellesley was only a twenty-five minute drive away from the Boston city center, so the one time a year the Bruins played Calgary at home she’d go with Elsie. But Ines was compassionate, objective, and one of the smartest people Elsie had ever met in her life. She didn’t have any stake in the matter that wasn’t named Elsie Gaudreau, and she wasn’t about to mince her words because she was afraid of what Matty — or Johnny for that matter — would think. So there were people who knew, but the list was very short and, at least for the time being, they wanted to keep it that way.

For anyone on the outside looking in, who didn’t know them as well, they might have said that it was a long time coming. “It” being Matthew and Elsie’s relationship. And, if she was being honest, Elsie might have agreed. She knew Matty since he joined the team; he and her brother were thick as thieves from the beginning, and he’d visited them on the East Coast pretty much every summer since his rookie year. Visited Johnny. Not her. Johnny had made it crystal-clear from the beginning that under no circumstances was their relationship ever allowed to proceed beyond friendly. 

And it didn’t. For four years, almost, it didn’t. Sure, Elsie may have carried a torch for him from the moment they were introduced, but she was far too concerned about Matty’s physical and mental well-being to pursue anything. Even if, once or twice, she could have sworn that he felt something too. But then she moved to Calgary for grad school, and Johnny started bringing her out with the boys, and she finally got to see him in his element, really in his element. She got to see Alternate Captain Matthew Tkachuk, the one who’d go to the ends of the earth for his team, who would score goals and drop gloves and do whatever needed to be done whenever it needed to be done. And it didn’t hurt that Matty looked hot as fuck whenever he got into fights, his curls flying as he stuffed his helmet under an arm, skating over to the penalty box. It only hurt that she had let herself fall for him.

March 22 (mon)

Johnny was over at Matthew’s apartment; he had come over under a pretense of going over some tape from their last road trip, but it had quickly devolved into a very heated game of Super Smash Bros before the pair took a break for dinner. “Dude, your laundry’s in the way,” Johnny said as he made his way to the bathroom, Matthew staring at the half-cooked pot of pasta on his stove. 

“It’s clean, you can just dump it in my room,” he called down the hall. He didn’t hear the tell-tale click of the bathroom door, so he looked down the hallway, only to be greeted by a site he hoped he’d never have to see. 

A conspiratorial grin on his face, Johnny held a black, lacy pair of panties between two fingers. His sister’s panties. The half-second it took for Matthew to reach, jumping forward and grabbing them out of his hands, unfortunately wasn’t enough. He held them behind his back, almost as if he was hoping that if Johnny couldn’t see them, they weren’t really there. 

“Leigh’s?” he asked, raising one eyebrow. 

Matthew rubbed his temples with the hand that wasn’t holding the panties. “Yeah. Just...Pretend you never saw those, okay?” 

Johnny rolled his eyes. “Who would I tell? The boys? They wouldn’t care. You? You already know. Elsie?” Matthew froze. “She’d just slap me and get mad at invading your privacy.”

“And you are,” Matthew mumbles, stuffing the panties into his back pocket. 

Johnny’s brow furrowed; he leaned up against the doorframe. “Seriously, though, Chucky. What’s going on with you and this girl? You know everyone respects your decision to keep things quiet and private, but I’m your best friend on the team.” The look on his face betrayed the hurt he felt inside. “I would have thought you’d say something, to me at least.”

Matthew let out a deep breath. How was he going to talk his way out of this one? “I know, and I feel bad that it seems like I’ve been keeping things from you.” But he was keeping things. Very important things. “I think with Leigh and I, we just want to take things slow, make sure what we have is real. And I think it is,” he said, hazarding a glance at his friend. “I don’t know if it’s love, yet, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about a girl before. But we both agree that we need to know before we open it up to the opinions of the rest of the world, before she gets shoved into the public eye. And she understands what that’s like better than most, but it’s still not fair.” 

Johnny’s ears perked. “Better than most?” Matthew froze. “What is she, like an Instagram model or something?” 

He smirked, pushing him with one hand. “No, she’s not.” 

Johnny realized quickly that he wasn’t going to be getting any more information out of Matthew anytime soon, so much to his chagrin, he dropped it. Johnny left Matthew’s apartment that night with a weird taste in his mouth, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. And he didn’t like that. 

April 3 (sat) 

Everyone was at Gio’s house, one of his quarterly team barbecues that had quickly become one of Matthew’s favorite things as soon as he joined the team. By “everyone,” that meant the players and their families, kids, partners, parents if they were in town. Johnny hadn’t invited Elsie — he assumed she’d be getting ready for finals, which was true, but Matthew knew she could have spared an afternoon — and Matthew couldn’t think of a way to invite her himself without arousing suspicion, so she was back in her downtown apartment while the boys were busy grilling up an inhuman amount of meat for dinner.

After everyone ate and the dishwasher had been loaded, someone decided to light the fire pit, and the conversation turned to relationships. For once, Matty didn’t tune out.“It’s the little things, you know?” Gio said, tipping back his beer. “When I see Lauren in my jersey at the games, or when she’s fallen asleep on the couch waiting for us to get back from a road trip. Makes you realize that what really matters isn’t so much how many goals you score or how big a contract you have. It boils down to the quality of people in your life, and we’ve got some good ones.” 

“It’s the same thing with Leigh and I,” Matthew said. His words caused everyone to listen. There were precious few times Matthew willingly volunteered information about his relationship, and as much as his teammates genuinely did respect their penchant for privacy, that didn’t mean they wanted any fewer details. “Sometimes when she stays over and doesn’t have anywhere to be the next day, I’ll walk out to the kitchen and she’ll just be dancing around the stove, making pancakes and singing along to a Fleetwood Mac song. Usually takes her a minute or two to notice me.” 

The guys laughed, and Matty took a long pull of his beer. He wasn’t really risking anything by saying that. Plenty of people liked Fleetwood Mac. “And she’s got this little scar behind her right ear, got it from falling out of a tree as a kid. She always tries to cover it up, but I like it better when she lets it show.” Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was Matty’s frustration about not being able to say anything about the woman he was falling in love with finally coming to a head, that made him say something he maybe shouldn’t have. 

He realized, as he hesitantly met Johnny’s eyes, and could see the gears in his head turning, that he definitely shouldn’t have said anything. Johnny was looking in between his beer and Matthew, then Matthew and his beer, then his hands and Matthew’s, which were tapping nervously on the arm of his deck chair. And then he started to put things together. The orange blossom soap at Matthew’s apartment — Elsie’s favorite scents were citrus. Fleetwood Mac was one of her favorite bands. Their maternal grandma’s middle name was Leigh. And the scar. He remembered the day she got it, falling off an oak tree in their backyard in New Jersey, running into the house to get their mom and then in the car to the emergency room with a six-year-old Elsie who needed four stitches from the accident. And with an extremely uncomfortable feeling, he realized that that more likely than not, that meant the pair of panties he had picked up that one afternoon in Matthew’s apartment had been hers. He wanted to throw up. 

Matthew was sweating as Johnny finally looked him in the eyes, realizing that the secret he and Elsie had tried so hard to keep for so long wasn’t going to be a secret much longer. “Matthew,” he began, his voice dangerously low. Matthew winced. He couldn’t remember the last time Johnny had called him by his first name. “Her name’s not Leigh, is it.” He said it like a statement, because, well, it was. He knew the answer, he just needed to hear it from someone other than himself, that the one thing he had asked of his best friend had apparently proven too much. 

Matthew shook his head slowly. “No.” Everyone else’s eyes flitted between the pair, Markstrom and Gio and Andersson and everyone else very clearly confused. 

“Something going on here?” Gio asked carefully. 

“Tell them what her name is, Matthew.” Matthew squeezed his eyes shut. If he didn’t see everyone’s reactions, everyone’s disappointed faces, maybe they wouldn’t happen. 

“Elsie.” 

“Elsie what?” he prompted. 

“Elsie Gaudreau,” Matthew finished. You could have heard a pin drop, the backyard was so silent.

 “Dude, you’re dating his sister?” Noah asked. 

Matthew nodded, one hand still tightly gripping his bottle. 

“How long?” Johnny asked, looking him straight in the eyes. 

“Just under six months,” Matthew admitted. 

He sucked a breath in. “You’ve been dating my sister for six fucking months and nobody ever thought to maybe, I don’t know, tell me?”

“It didn’t start as dating, we were just—” 

Johnny cut him off. “I can see where that’s going, and I don’t want to fucking hear it, Matthew. This was the one thing I asked you to not do. You’re a fucking All-Star NHL player, Matt. You could have any girl you wanted, you could wheel half of Calgary and I wouldn’t care as long as everyone was into it. But my little sister? The one person I told you years ago was off-limits? You had to fall for Elsie?” 

“I—” Matthew stammered as he set his drink down. “I didn’t expect anything to happen. Neither of us did. But then it did, and I fell for her, and for some ungodly reason she’s decided to stay with me, and I don’t know, Johnny,” he finished weakly. “I felt terrible about keeping it from you, and for what it’s worth, Elsie does too. I feel awful about how you found out, you deserved better than this. But I won’t apologize for my feelings.”

Johnny scoffed, standing up and grabbing his keys. “She deserves better.”

April 4 (sun)

The first thing Matthew did the next day was go over to Elsie’s house. He had already called her the night before to tell her what happened; even if he didn’t, she had the numbers of half the guys on the team and more than one had texted her to check in after seeing how Johnny left things. When he opened the door, Elsie wasn’t doing well, to put it mildly. She was sitting on her couch, wrapped up in a blanket with a barely-touched mug of tea on the coffee table in front of her. She gave him a weak smile as he walked over. “Hey.”

He bent down, kissing the top of her head. “Hey, Els. How are you doing?”

“Not great.” At least she didn’t try to hide, not like it would have been any use with Matthew. He could read her almost as well as her own parents could. “I tried to call him last night and this morning, sent a few texts, just trying to explain. Asking to talk. But he hasn’t responded to anything, I called my mom and she said she hasn’t heard anything either.”

Matthew sat on the couch beside her. “He hasn’t talked to Gio either.”

She rested her head on his shoulder; his fingers carded through the soft hair at the base of her neck. “I feel like it’s my fault,” Elsie said despondently. Coming in between her brother and one of his best friends was the last thing she would have wanted, and she was starting to feel like everything was falling apart because of her. “It never would have happened if I wasn’t there,” she mumbled into Matty’s shoulder. 

Matthew immediately shook his head. “No, no, don’t say things like that, babe. It’s not your fault, don’t put all the blame on you. Everyone dropped the ball on this one, and you shouldn’t have to take responsibility for how your brother decided to react.”

They were jolted out of their relative peace by a frantic knocking on the door. Elsie furrowed her brow. “I’m not expecting anyone?” she questioned as she threw the blanket off of her lap, She opened the door to see Johnny, staring bashfully down at his hands, an apologetic look on his face. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. 

Elsie raised her eyebrows. “You should be.” After a moment, she stood aside to let him in the door.

He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding Matthew’s eyes. “I talked to Mom, she kind of chewed me out about the whole thing. Not talking to you when you called or texted, the way I kind of blew up at you yesterday,” he nodded at Matthew, “but mostly the leaving. Neither of you deserved that. You deserved to have a chance to sit down, explain yourselves, and have an adult conversation.” A flash of regret shot through his eyes, which steeled again as soon as he saw Matthew’s arms around Elsie, who had returned to the couch. “But that doesn’t mean I like it. I’m still pissed that you went behind my back, and that you two decided to do the one thing I asked you not to do, and how you blindsided me—”

“You’re not my dad, Johnny. You don’t get to decide how I live my life,” Elsie said sharply.

He screwed his eyes shut. “I know, but I love you and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, and—”

“No more ‘ands.’ I know you don’t like it, Johnny. You’ve made that much very clear,” Elsie said in frustration. “Pretty much everyone knows that if you could make a list of guys you wanted to date your little sister, Matthew Tkachuk would be in last place. But just think,” she paused, looking up at her brother. “Think about all the things you said to look for in a guy when I started getting old enough to date. Divorce who Matty is from your feelings about us being together. You always gave me three things. Someone who cares about me. Someone who respects me. And someone who’s honest.” Johnny nodded, his hands in his pockets. “Matty is all of that and more, Johnny. He treats me better than anyone I’ve ever been with, and I love him. And that’s what you’ve always wanted for me. Nothing more and nothing less.” 

Johnny leaned up against the bookshelf. “I guess you’re right.” 

Elsie cracked a tiny grin. “I’m sorry, what was that?” 

He groaned in response. “Don’t make me say it again, I’m not going to.” She shrugged. He looked between her and Matthew, sighing. “I overreacted, and I’m sorry about that. If you love him,” Elsie smiled, “and he cares about you,” Matthew frantically nodded, “then there’s really nothing more I could ask for. I think it just hurt that you two felt like you couldn’t come to me as soon as things progressed, as soon as you got together.” 

“We were afraid you’d react like you did,” Elsie said, reaching over to grab Matty’s hand. “We never wanted to hurt you, and I might only be speaking for myself, but I think I was worried you’d try to come between us, or say something about the relationship, or…” She trailed off. “I don’t know. Sure, you shouldn’t have reacted that way, but you’re not the only one to blame. We shouldn’t have kept things from you, or from Mom and Dad for that matter.” 

Johnny laughed. “Honestly? I’m pretty sure Mom called it from the beginning.” Elsie frowned. “What do you mean?” “You know when Matty came over to Jersey in the summer when you guys were about 20, and we all took that vacation on the beach?” She nodded. “There was one time when she saw you together, running into the ocean together. You were laughing as hard as I’ve ever seen you, Matthew was splashing water back at you, and you kept trying to tackle him into the waves. Mom, Dad, and I were back up on the beach. She just looked at you two, looked at me, and smiled.” 

Matthew rubbed his thumb over the back of Elsie’s hand. “You think she knew?” he asked curiously. 

Johnny nodded. “I think she knew even before you guys figured it out for yourselves.”

“How could she tell?” Elsie asked. 

Johnny gave a soft smile, looking over towards the couple. “You’ve never been a good liar, Elsie. And you can’t hide love.”

[lovemesomesurveys]

[-andreaaaaaa]

what’s your name? Stephanie.

how tall are you? Like 5′4.

do you dye your hair? Yes. It’s been awhile since the last time, though. Sigh.

what was the last thing you drank? I just took a sip of my Dr. Pepper.

is it okay to drink from the bottle? If it’s your bottle. 

gold or silver? I like both. what type of earrings are you wearing, if you have your ears pierced? I’m not wearing any currently.

ever heard the song 2 step? do you like it? Yeah. Wow, this just aged this survey.

who do you look up to? My mom. is your mum an important part in your life? what about your dad? Yes, absolutely.

do you know what a pyromaniac is? are you a pyromaniac? I do know what that is and I’m definitely not one.

ever had a fake tan? if yes, ever been called a carrot? I’ve never got a spray tan, gone to a tanning bed, or used a tanning lotion.

do you know who kaz cooke is? Nope.

do you know who i set my friends on fire are? Nope.

don't you just hate people who try and blame others? I can’t stand people who can’t take responsibility and accountability for their actions. Like just own up.

what do you think of heavy metal? I don’t listen to heavy metal.

what do you think of pop? I like it.

do you know someone called crystal? If yes, are they nice? Nope.

ever broken someone's heart? My first ex said I did.

ever had a broken heart? Yes, and it’s definitely not a good feeling. <<<

ever been so angry you smashed a mirror? No.

how many bones have you broken? Just one.

got any sisters? Nope.

do you swear? Sometimes. 

are you on myspace? I don’t know if my account still exists out there, but I haven’t been on in over a decade. 

how are you today? It’s only 3AM, so we’ll see how today goes.

when was the last time you showered? A few days ago.

did you use soap or body wash ? I use bar soap. 

who was the last person you were on the phone to? My mom.

if you married the last person that texted you what would your full name be? Uh, that person is my dad...

what color underwear do you have on? Blue.

do your eyes get sore after crying? Yes. And puffy.

do you like Italian dressing on salads? I do.

are you currently taken? Nope.

where you taken this time last year? Nope. 

what did you have for breakfast today? I haven’t had breakfast, yet, but I already plan on getting one of my faves delivered. 

who did you speak to first when you woke up today? I haven’t gone to bed, yet.

what color paper is the nearest piece of paper? White.

is your printer on or off? I don’t have a printer, but my brother does and I think he keeps it off.

was there a reason you were named what you are? My dad said there was some character on a TV show at the time named Stephanie and he liked the name, so he suggested it to my mom. When I was born they both felt it was fitting and went with it.

does a family member or friend have the same name as you? No.

do you even like your name ? Sure.

if you were a coffee cup, what would you look like? Uh.

so what type of music are you into? I like variety.

what's your favorite band/singer at the moment? I don’t have a new current favorite.

what's your favorite knock knock joke ? I don’t have one. 

do you have a tail? No.

do you like February? ...sure?

what can you hear at the moment? The ASMR video I’m listening to.

what's your best friends name(s)? Her name is mom to me.

how many grandparents do you have? Only two that are still living.

do you know what conjunctivitis? Yes.

what's your favorite energy drink? Starbucks Doubleshot. 

so, are you taking this coz your bored? No, I always do surveys during my nighttime routine. I just like doing them.

besides this, what are you doing? Listening to/watching an ASMR video.

what were you doing this time yesterday? The same thing. Like I said, this is my nighttime routine.

so, have you got your ears pierced? I do.

if yes, have you or would you get them stretched ? No.

so what's your favorite movie? I have many.

do you like birds? Sure.

when did you go to the toilet last ? A few hours ago.

when you look to your left, name one thing you can see An Alexander Skarsgard calendar. 

do you think its ever alright to lie? Gah. I mean...

what color speakers do you have? I don’t have any speakers apart from the ones built into stuff like my laptop, phone, and TV. I don’t have a set of separate speakers.

what color earphones do you have ? They’re yellow.

what's black and white and red all over? A newspaper.

so how has your day been ? It’s only 3 in the morning.

what's the funniest thing you’ve seen engraved in a footpath? Nothing comes to mind.

do you catch trains often? I’ve never ridden on a train.

what about bus’s? Not anymore, but I sometimes had to take the bus in college.

seen the movie dirty dancing? Yes, not a fan of it. <<< Me either, honesty. I don’t get the hype.

what about the pacifier I think I’ve seen parts of it.

when was the last time you fell over? I almost fell trying to get in my chair the other day.

so what are you plans for the weekend? Same stuff I do everyday.

are you a simple person? I think I make a lot of things complicated.

are you the type of person that stresses over pimples? Not anymore. I rarely get them, and if I do it’s typically just one or two. 

ever canceled something because of a pimple No.

do you have a dog? if yes, what’s its name? I do, her name is Princess Leia.

anyone gonna sleep over tonight? No.

[verstappenist]

Promised | Four/Billy

A/n: Hi! So this is part two to Pillow Talk! If you haven’t read that, please do before reading this! This is also for Ben’s birthday, because babey is turning 29!! Happy Birthday to the man himself!💛

Word count: 1,223

Warnings: Blood, injuries, and bad writing

Billy held you close the whole night, keeping you safe and warm. Yet you woke up with the left side of the bed cold, his body replaced with a pillow and Roger softly purring next to you.

Waking up you remembered the previous night crystal clear. The way he made you feel, the way his lips felt in you, the way he held you.

It felt like a dream.

'It was a dream, for sure', you thought, quickly trying to get back to sleep in the hope of landing right back where you were. Back in Billy's arms.

But you knew that it wasn’t a dream, just the fact that all his sweet words from just a few hours ago were lies - “We’ll figure something out tomorrow”, my ass - was crushing you. Never has anybody made you feel like he had, but at the same time never has someone leaving hurt this much.

Tears silently slid down your cheeks. ‘You fucking dumbass, you don’t get attached to one night stands!’ Burying yourself deeper into the pillows, you allowed the tears to just flow, occasionally letting out a choked sob.

What you didn’t catch in your whole self pitying, sad state, was the shower running in the bathroom and turning off.

“Hey… (y/n), what’s wrong? Why are you crying, love?”, his deep voice and british accent completely throwing you off.

“Billy? I thought you left?!”, you cried, sitting up now looking him straight into his emerald eyes. “Ohh baby! I wouldn’t leave you, I promised you that!”

In no time he was next to you on the bed, holding you close once again, running his big hands up and down your back in a comforting manner. “I have to leave today though, but like I said yesterday, as soon as I’m back in New York I’m coming for you”, he grinned, kissing all over your face, starting with a soft kiss on your forehead, down to the tip of your nose, your cheeks and finally a passionate kiss to your lips.

“Okay, I believe you Billy”, you sniffled, wiping away the still spilling tears.

“Did you really cry because you thought i left?”, the blonde chuckled once you’d calmed down.

“Pfff.. no? It’s, uhm, allergies? Yes cat allergy, really bad..” pouting your hands slid up his chest into his hair, trying to distract him from the fact that he was right.

Billy’s lips connected with you neck once again, “You have Cat allergies but own sweet little Roger here?” His voice laced with amusement, causing you to giggle as well.

“Well… let’s not talk about this anymore okay?”, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “What do you think about breakfast before you leave?”

Answering with an enthusiastic nod, the two of you quickly got dressed but not without the occasional distracting kiss.

You were dancing with this tough, scarred man in your little kitchen, making pancakes, wishing you could do this every day for the rest of your life. But it was only a wish. During breakfast he got a message from One, telling him to come god knows where because they were leaving in half an hour.

“I don’t want you to leave”, you whined, following him to the front door of your apartment.

“Believe me baby, I don’t want to leave either, but duty calls. I’ll be back as soon as possible, I promise”, with one last kiss to your lips, and an affectionate scratch behind Rogers ear, he left.

As soon as Billy left, the tears started to spill again.

It took him exactly three months to get back to you.

Three months of spending weekends alone at home, with Roger, a (sometimes) good movie and your favourite wine. During the week your job took up most of your time, you even volunteered to do extra hours to get ahead of stuff. But nothing was ever distracting enough to get Billy off your mind for more than a few hours.

But one night, on a wednesday in the middle of December there was a knock on your door. It’s not something peculiar per se, but you weren’t really expecting anyone which is why it threw you off.

“Coming!”, you shouted on your way towards the door, trying to fix your appearance to at least look somewhat decent in your short pink pyjama pants and jurassic park shirt.

The banging didn’t stop though, getting more and more impatient. “I’m coming! Just a second!”

When you finally made it to the front door you threw it open, slightly irritated what someone could possibly want from you at 11 pm in the middle of the week.

Your whole anger disappeared when you saw who it was.

“Oh my- Billy! What happened?!”, you gasped, immediately pulling him in, “Fucking hell, how? Okay know what, you, sit down I’ll go get the first aid kit!”

In no time you were back with him in in the kitchen. Totally ignoring your order he was leaning against the counter, holding his side. Taking a closer look at him you noticed there was not only blood running down his face from the huge gash in his forehead, but also blood soaking his shirt.

“What a warm welcome that was”, he groaned.

“Hi, yes baby good to have you back. Now take off your shirt.”

“Oh someone’s eager”, trying to mask his painful expression with a grin he tried to take off his shirt, but failing due to not being able to fully lift his arms.

“Billy, uhm, is it okay if I cut it open? I need to take a look at this…” The blonde nodded in response, allowing you to cut it open with a pair of scissors and take the sticky shirt off.

“Holy shit did you get shot?!”, you cried out, the wound an aggressive red, the blood partially dried around it.

“Grazed”, he hissed. You started to clean off the blood and dirt, applying some of the cream your aunts gave you once - helps for everything apparently - before bandaging the wound. You repeated the procedure with the gash and the scratches on his face. Holding his face in your hands you smiled softly at him, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs.

“I promised you I’d be back.”

“That you did”, standing on your tippy toes you kissed him softly for the first time in three months. God how you missed the feeling of his lips against yours.

After a short silence between the two of you, just appreciating being together again Billy spoke up, “So… since I’m already half naked…”

“No. You and I are having a relaxing rest of the night, movie, pizza, whatever you want, but no sex!”

Pouting he circled his arms around your waist, pulling you close once again, “Can I pick the movie?”

‘God his pout is adorable’, you thought, only nodding in response. “Okay movies and pizza it is…”, Billy chuckled, taking your much smaller hand in his calloused one, leading you into the living room.

“You don’t know how glad I am to be here with you”, the blonde whispered as you got comfortable on the couch.

“Oh I know, Billy… How long are you staying?”

Smiling he kissed your temple, “Don’t know yet, but longer than just for a night… I’d prefer forever though.”

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[treatian]

The Chronicles of the Dark One:  Breaking the Curse

Chapter 20: The Magic of the Lamp

So far, so good. Or at least "good" in a sort of way. Emma Swan had been Sheriff for a week. In fact, today marked the conclusion of her first full week on the job. And so far…no major developments. He supposed he shouldn't be disappointed at that. He had to remind himself to take things one step at a time and then sometimes rest in the step that had been taken. Emma was the Sheriff, the holidays were next week, and the weather centers were issuing warnings already that the weather would turn nasty before then. He knew he shouldn't expect much at this time and yet he was disappointed.

It was desperation talking. That was all it was. He'd waited for centuries, and now that he was standing in front of the Savior, the idea of being here in the same world as Bae for months, if not years on end, without being with his son felt like torture. The logical part of his mind knew this needed time to breathe; the parent in him didn't want to wait.

But Dove had been following her almost constantly all week and had nothing exciting to report. She'd done what he would have expected her to do in a new position. She'd started wearing the badge, responded to a call about fresh graffiti some kids had left, dealt with domestic disputes, and according to Dove, she was currently working on a case that involved two homeless children. Nothing exciting, nothing that would lead to the Curse being broken. She hadn't even been by to see him once, not after the confession he'd left her with, which he had to admit, left him just as disappointed as her lack of progress with the Curse. No, after telling her exactly how she'd won that election, he hadn't expected her to come by and want tea and crumpets. Still, he'd figured that a woman like that, the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, would take the weekend to cool down, get her head together, then come marching in to tell him that she wasn't going to stand for anything like that ever again. She'd try to put him in his place, he'd remind her exactly where his place was and where they stood, and they'd part with a timid arrangement to stay out of each other's way until they needed one another, and that would be that. But it hadn't happened. And that was a shame.

He was ready for something to happen. He needed something to happen. As he rubbed and polished the once magical genie lamp to perfection, he dared to wish for it. He wished for an idea. He wished for a way to jump-start things once more. He wished for Dove to report something that might lead him to cross paths with Emma Swan and let the Curse begin to crack again. He'd take anything; an idea, an action, anything. Anything! He wished!

And then the bell on the front door rang, and he looked up to see none other than Emma Swan coming through his door, their first interaction since after the election. He smiled as he set the lamp down upon its cloth, trying not to let her see how his hands shook. He wished…and it had happened. Wishes from a genie were just about the worst way to get what one wanted. There was no magic here, the genie of this lamp was free, nothing had happened, it was all coincidence…but that didn't exactly stop his mind from racing and his hands from shaking as he tried not to think about it.

"Emma," he piqued just as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. It was probably Dove, warning him too late that she was on her way in. The question was why. He knew from Dove that she'd been busy the last day or so trying to find the parents of a couple of children who tried to steal from Dark Star Pharmacy. What that had to do with him…he didn't know. But he'd take anything that got things going again.

He had…hoped…

"How lovely to see you. I'm flattered you'd take time off your busy schedule for me. What could I do for you, Sheriff?" he asked politely.

She glared at him but unhappily stepped forward and set an object down on the red velvet he had in front of him. "I'm looking for information on this old compass. Any idea where it could have come from?"

Yes…and no.

"Well, well," he sighed, allowing Mr. Gold to evaluate it as he might have before Rumpelstiltskin woke from his sleep. "Look at the detail. You know, this is crystal. This jeweled setting…despite the rather unfortunate shape it's in, this is actually a very unusual piece," he concluded, laying it out on the table for her. "The person who owned this obviously had great taste."

"And where would someone like that buy it?"

"Right here, of course."

It was a half-truth. He had half-memories of it in his shop, hazy memories of it being purchased when he'd first bought the shop. Still, because they were fuzzy, he knew it was a false memory, something that had never really happened, only something that the Curse wanted him to believe had happened. So yes…he knew its Storybrooke "history," but he also recognized it from another life. And sadly, in that other life, he'd been too busy at the time to pay close attention to the meaning behind it. He'd seen it in the hands of two children, the two children that Regina had been seen with in the Enchanted Forest. She'd taken them from their father. Odd…Dove's last report said that Emma was helping two children today. Children separated from their father. That wasn't a happy ending. But a reunion would be. And a happy ending could only mean one thing…the Curse continuing to break. That would be a good thing. He'd tried hard not to be too hasty after the election and just to let things play out as they might, but it had been a week without any significant progress or event. He was ready for one.

"You know him?!"

"Indeed. A piece like this is difficult to forget."

"Do you happen to remember who bought it?"

He chuckled. Yes…and no. His half-hazy memories of the compass didn't help him, and he knew there was no paperwork on it simply because it had never really been in this shop. But, the woodcutter that the children had belonged to in the Enchanted Forest, his face was familiar. He'd seen him before, every time he took his car in to be serviced. But he had a role to play here. Dove had told him that Emma had gone to the Sheriff's office and the kids that she was helping had been caught with Henry; he couldn't rule out the idea that Regina had her suspicious little nose in everything. He had an illusion to keep intact. So while he might remember the individual's name right now because he was familiar but he knew that the memories of the compass were old enough that no human would. He'd have to fake it. There were just some things the Savior wasn't ready to know.

"Well, I'm good with names, Miss Swan, but maybe not that good," he smiled, heading for the box he kept his notecards in. There wasn't one for the compass in it. But Emma didn't need to know that. And he…he needed to get back on her good side, to regain her trust after what happened in the election. He wanted this Curse broken. Having her angry and at a distance to him in the last week obviously hadn't been the answer to that. Therefore, logically, getting back into her good graces might change that.

"However, as luck would have it, I do keep quite extensive records. And…yes, here we are!" He plucked an empty notecard out from the back of the bunch but kept it close so she wouldn't see his bluff. Emma didn't miss a beat.

"What's your price?" she asked maintaining that glare that he was certain she'd inherited from her mother.

"Forgiveness."

"How about tolerance?"

He smiled. Start negotiations low, counter high, meet in the middle at the compromise. T'was the pawnbroker's creed, right up there with "Buy low, sell high." He should have asked a bit more from her by all accounts, but he found her counter was acceptable…for now.

"Well, that's a start. The compass was purchased by a Mr. Michael Tillman," he dutifully informed her.

"Anything else?"

He shook his head. "Just a name. But I generally find that's all that one needs," he smiled. It was enough to lead her to the car shop and the children's father and from there…another crack in his once-perfect Curse. "Good luck with your investigation!" he called as she turned to leave without even a "thank you." He was okay with that. He didn't need things like gratitude. He needed his son.

The second she was out of his shop he glanced over at the lamp still sitting where he'd left it when Emma came into the shop. He shuddered as the memory of Emma Swan's reappearance rolled over him once more. It wasn't the lamp. He didn't want to believe for even one second that it was the lamp. There was no magic to spare here in Storybrooke, and there was no genie inside!

Although, distant memories of another life reminded him that of all the magic in the world they'd once belonged to, Genie Magic was perhaps the most mysterious and dangerous. No one knew how it worked or way, only that it did. And however it worked, it had always been clear that the lamp of a genie played a role and was imbued with its own brand of magic. All magic came with a price, and the price of genie magic, the cost of whatever magic that lamp might have held, was often not worth the wish it granted. And this place, Storybrooke, in a World Without Magic, he knew it was made of pure magic. The Curse used magic to keep it going to keep it stable. The Curse absorbed any extra magic floating around this place, but even then, he knew powerful magic could be activated even for a short time…

He turned away from the lamp, refusing to give anymore attention to this ignorant fear of his. It wasn't the lamp that made Emma Swan come into this place. But, while he was thinking about it, if he was planning on bringing magic into this world, then he might need to do something with that particular object. He wasn't superstitious, just cautious. He knew better than to put his faith and trust in wishing.

[leosabi]

we made it this far

something fluffy for the leosabi anniversary.

reblogs are nice if you enjoyed!! :3

Being close to Wasabi was one of Leo’s favorite things.

It made him feel warm and sunny, in the same way a pleasant cup of tea might. Skin on skin felt gently electric. The rhythms of their breaths and heartbeats synced themselves as though they were made to, each slightly faster and deeper in each other’s proximity.

It was a wonderful surprise when Leo woke up to these sensations on a weekday.

Oftentimes, Wasabi would wake before Leo, slipping away for class or a Big Hero 6 meeting before Leo had even left dreamland. Leo would wake to find the sheets beside him already cold and a sweet good morning text on his phone. Weekends were nice because Wasabi had nowhere to be, not usually, and he liked to stay in bed—even when he was wide awake and Leo was fast asleep.

However, today wasn’t a weekend. It was Tuesday.

Wasabi’s nose was pressed into the crook of his neck, and their legs were tangled together under the sheets. Golden autumn sunlight filtered through the curtains. Leo’s sense of smell was overwhelmed by lilacs and mint and apples, scents he’d grown to love; scents that brought him comfort.

“Mmm...morning,” Leo mumbled, sleepy gunk still stuck in his throat. 

“Morning,” Wasabi spoke against his neck. Leo closed his eyes again for a moment. Maybe he was still stuck in dreamland. This felt a little too nice to be fully real, he thought.

“What time is it?” Leo asked. “Don’t you have class?”

“Eight-thirty, and yeah,” Wasabi responded. “But I’m skipping.”

Leo opened his eyes again. “Skipping class? Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

“I wanted to spend the day with you.”

“Why?”

“Do you know what day it is?” Wasabi asked, and Leo immediately remembered. 

His eyes went wide. “Oh, gods, it’s...it’s October thirteenth, isn’t it?”

Wasabi laughed, and Leo felt it vibrate against his neck, and a little part of him melted at the sensation. “Ding ding ding! We have a winner.”

“Holy shit, I can’t believe I almost forgot, I’m so sorry—”

“Shh,” Wasabi shushed. “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s not that big a deal.”

“I’d argue that it is,” Leo said, pulling away from Wasabi enough to make eye contact with him, their noses still millimeters apart. “It’s...it’s...one year. Holy fuck, it’s been a year!”

“That’s how the flow of time works, yes.” Wasabi threaded his right hand with Leo’s left, and their rings, made from rainbow titanium, clinked together. 

“A whole year,” Leo whispered. 

“The Earth has made a whole trip around the sun since we got married. That’s like...ninety three million miles, or something like that. I’m a physicist, not an astronomer. Anyway, my point: ninety-three million miles later and I’m so goddamn happy that I’m still right here, with you.”

“I…” Leo stammered. “We...we haven’t even gotten out of bed yet, you’re not allowed to do this to me I’m…”

Wasabi laughed again. 

It was musical and bright and contagious; Leo quickly found himself laughing too. It wasn’t even funny. But sometimes a smile wasn’t enough to express happiness—sometimes the cup overflowed and you just had to laugh.

Leo squeezed Wasabi’s hand a little tighter.

He hooked his foot around Wasabi’s ankle, tangling them together even more. 

“Unless it’s a citywide emergency, I’m ignoring any Big Hero Six calls today,” Wasabi said. “Just you n’ me, if you’re up for that.”

“I am always up for spending extra time with you,” Leo said lowly. He leaned forward a little and pressed his forehead against Wasabi’s. 

Warm and comforting and gently electric. 

Still, even now, after a year of being married and even longer of being together. 

The honeymoon feeling just kept going. 

“Y’know, I’m…” Wasabi began, trailing off as he searched for the right words. He studied Leo’s face for a moment, and Leo could feel it; could feel his eyes grazing over his features, drinking him in like he was something deliciously sweet. “...I’m really glad I made it this far.”

“Yeah?” Leo said, lips twitching in the smallest of smiles.

“If you went back in time and told past me that in a few years I’d be happy, married to the love of my life, pursuing my dreams and saving people’s lives as a superhero...well, I wouldn’t’ve believed you. Not in the slightest. Past me probably didn’t think he’d make it to the end of the year.”

“I..yeah,” Leo said. He took a moment to search for words of his own. The Leo of the past certainly wouldn’t’ve believed it either. The past Leo had little hope he’d even graduate high school. The past Leo certainly didn’t picture himself making it to his twenties. “I’m glad you made it this far, too. I’m glad I made it this far. I’m…”

He paused.

“I’m glad we made it this far.”

It was years later, and yet, kisses with Wasabi still felt like magic.

Not like the kind of magic Leo did. It didn’t feel like healing crystals or burning herbs or meditation. No, it felt as if magic from fantasy books was real—glitter and sparks and everything beyond.

“Okay,” Leo said, pulling away with a smile. He propped himself up on his elbow. “I’ve been more sappy in the past ten minutes than I have all week. I think that’s enough for now.” 

Wasabi laughed. “I say we relax here for a few more minutes and then go make brunch.”

“Sounds like a plan, angel.” Leo brushed a stray loc out of Wasabi’s face. “Okay, I lied, one more sappy thing. I love you so much.”

“Mm...but I love you more. So there.”

“Nuh-uh. I definitely love you more.”

“Definitely? I’d like to see a source on that.” Wasabi planted a kiss on Leo’s forehead. “Agree to disagree, how about that?”

“Yeah...okay.” 

[ofhoneyandrosepetals]

We Move Lightly - 10

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N moved back in with her parents, after 7 years of taking care of her grandparents in another town. She had no idea how her neighbors would be, or who would they be, or even that she would fall in love with one of them.

Warnings: swearings.

Word count: 3,285

A/N: you can keep up with the fic with the link to the masterlist in my bio! The music in question is Bloom by The Paper Kites. Enjoy the chapter x

It was no wonder that saturday you woke up by the Lothbroks’ screams. You remembered when you first moved in, how much you hated them. You didn’t hate them anymore, but it was sure as hell that you didn’t grow fond of them so much. Not so fast, boys, you thought. But it was a strong fact that somehow you were related to them as much as you wished to - all because of Ivar Lothbrok.

“Look where he put me into,” you said, not really measuring your words. By the time you said them to yourself they didn’t mean a big deal.

You grabbed your earphones on your nightstand and put on some music so you could fall asleep again - it was too early for you to wake up, but not for the Lothbroks, who had to prepare a massive birthday party.

Ivar told you to be there at 3 P.M. You thought it was too soon for a grown-up party to begin, but he reminded you that, grown up or not, it was more of a family gathering and they had kids. The real grown up thing would be a couple of days later.

Ivar and Ubbe had succeeded at making their brothers minds up by agreeing to celebrate their birthdays on different days, so that way all of them could go to both events. Of course that Ivar invited you to all of them, but you were still thinking about it. Clubs aren’t really your thing, and Sigurd’s taste in music didn’t quite match yours. You didn’t want to leave Ivar alone, but you weren’t excited to go to neither of them.

Plus - and thinking about this made your heart shrink a little - you and Ivar weren’t a couple. Of course that, clearly, you were more than friends, but not a couple, not exactly. You bit your lips and shut your eyes, trying to sleep again, but with these thoughts it was impossible. You liked Ivar - god, you liked him so much. It was obvious that he liked you too, but sometimes you felt too much involved in his family. Like a girlfriend would be.

But you weren’t his girlfriend. You were just a girl he was seeing.

In your mind it was crystal clear that you were the only one that he was seeing, but what if it wasn’t?

In your attempt to sleep you received a message. It was Amy.

I’m gonna be late for today, I’m so sorry. Shit went down here at home. Just go without me, I’ll be there later.

Wait, you think you gonna be that late?, you replied.

Well, sure as hell I’m gonna be there at 3 or even 4.

Is everything okay?

Yep, just my stupid brother. I’ll be there later, don’t worry hun. xx, and that ended the conversation.

Well, now you weren’t sleeping.

*

You showed up with your parents at the Lothbroks’ backyard precisely at 3 P.M.

“Folks, I’m impressed! You didn’t get any traffic, did ya?” Hvitserk greeted you. Your father handed him his present and then Sigurd’s. “Thanks, sir! Hey, Y/N.”

“Happy birthday, Hvitserk,” you hugged him.

Hvitserk told you that Ivar was in the kitchen, in case you wanted to see your boy - Hvitserk’s words. With your cheeks burning you excused yourself from your parents.

“Ivar?” You called when you couldn’t see him anywhere, then you heard what it looked like someone hitting their head in a shelf.

“Ouch!”

“Ivar?” You could see his silhouette inside the pantry. “Oh, are you okay?” You helped him getting out.

“I’m fine, it was just the scare,” he was rubbing his head. You got his hands and held them, gently pressing a kiss on his lips. “Hey, girl. It’s not my birthday, but I’m starting to feel that it is,” the look on his eyes and his smile reminds you to breathe. And, as quick as like that, his eyes shine and he starts talking really fast, all excited. “Damn Y/N, you should’ve seen what I did this morning! Remember when I told ya that Sigurd was a pain in my ass about moving to my room here, downstairs?” You nodded. You did remember this story. “Sometimes we exchange for a night when my legs are really hurting, so I came up with this plan last night.” Ivar guided you to the kitchen island, where you could sit in one of the barstools. “I whined like crazy to do this exchange last night, so Sigurd would sleep in my room. With this grumpy face he accepted,” Ivar imitated Sigurd’s face, making you laugh. “I know, it’s ridiculous, right? So, two hours before Sigurd or Hvitserk would wake up, I got a rope and tied their doorknobs, so no one could open the door.”

“You did what?” You asked laughing, Ivar with you.

“They got so fucking mad! They drive me crazy all year, I had to do this on their birthday party day,” Ivar was smiling like a little boy - more like a brat, you might say.

“Why do I have the feeling that you are the black sheep in this family?” You touch his hand.

“I’m the scourge of this family, honey,” he said. “Although I couldn’t say which one of us was the most terrible.”

“Was?” You teased him.

“We’re all pretty shit now,” he raised his shoulders. “But not Ubbe. He’s the oldest, so he kinda grew up fast. But not Hvitserk, he always had it in him.”

“Had what, exactly?”

“The childness,” you laugh at the sincerity in his tone.

“And what about you? Ubbe’s seen to be the mature one, the only one here with the brains; Hvitserk’s the child; Sigurd’s is the one grumpy brat; what about you?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m the prince here,” he opened his arms to the kitchen.

“Oh yeah, the Prince of the Great Lothbrok Kitchen,” you mocked him.

“Hey, don’t be so mean,” he pointed a finger at you and leaned in for a kiss. “Where’s Amy? I thought she and Ubbe were hitting good.”

“She didn’t give him her phone number.”

“What? You know, your friend is one of a kind.”

“What can I say? Sometimes I don’t understand her. Actually she said she only wanted Ubbe to be a ‘Kattegat thing’, if you understand it.”

“It’s not common, but I see her point. Kinda weird, though.”

“Yeah, but she’ll be here. She’s gonna be super late.”

“I’m glad you arrived super in time,” Ivar held you in his arms and kissed you one more time.

It wasn’t a surprise that Ivar was very attentive with you, but not like this, every five minutes. You weren’t complaining, of course, you were just pointing out the new things.

You liked it.

*

“I’m picking Amy up!” You announced to your parents, showing them the car keys.

“Hey, hey, hey…!” Ivar called for you. “Let me do it, it was my idea after all to invite her.”

“It would be weird for you to go…”

“Of course you would be going with me, silly,” he opened a smile. You nodded, agreeing.

And once again you were in a car with Ivar. His car was different - it had all the technology he needed, since his legs were used to have bad days.

“I’m not getting this relationship of theirs,” Ivar tried to pull some conversation.

“There’s no relationship, that’s the point,” you looked over the window, seeing the traffic. “That’s what she’s been trying to tell me, at least,” you completed after some time. “She thinks that there is some excitement to see a guy every once in a while in this weird little town, a guy that she never talks to over the phone.”

“Like the old days?” He asked, quickly turning his head to you.

“I think so. Like the old days.”

The trip to the train station was quiet, but not an awkward silence - you were just enjoying the view as someone else drove the car, and Ivar knew it. He grabbed your hand and you smiled at him, enjoying the gesture. He definitely was coming more around.

“Amy texted, she said we don’t need to get out, she has only a backpack.”

“I think she finally learned how to pack for a weekend,” you laughed. “I remember the first time she came - I saw you guys struggling with all her luggage.”

“She’s… unique,” you said as you saw Amy coming, all smiles and waving at you.

“Hey-a little doves!” That was the first thing she said. She kept rambling all the way back about what happened that made her late, until she said something that made your heart skip and freeze. “Look at you… picking me up, sitting there in the front, just like a couple. You guys are adorable, make me sick.”

There it was. The couple thing. You closed your eyes and smiled as Ivar held your hand once again. You got the courage to look to his face - he was attentive to the streets ahead him, but he had a smile on his lips. A sweet one. You slightly squeezed his hand and he responded with a bigger smile.

“Yuck,” Amy said, joking.

*

When you arrived with Amy at the Lothbroks she hugged everyone like she already knew them.

“Oh, Y/N, I would like to introduce you to the rest of the family,” Hvitserk said.

“Okay…” you agreed, thinking it was weird this coming from Hvitserk.

“This is Bjorn, our oldest brother. He’s from the first marriage,” you shaked hands with a tall, huge blonde guy. He was serious, but his blue eyes were warm. “This is Torvi, his wife,” she hugged you. “And his kids are running around,” he opened his arm, pointing to the huge backyard.

“Nice to meet you,” you said shyly.

“So you’re Ivar’s girl,” Bjorn said. You choked. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean it,” Torvi elbowed Bjorn and he gave her a funny look. “What?” Hvitserk pulled you with him - he was a little drunk, yes.

“And this is our only sister, Gyda. Also from the first marriage. Gyda’s actually nice.”

“Hey! Bjorn is nice too, you loved him when you were a little boy!”

“Bjorn. Serious,” Hvitserk said. “And this is Aud, Gyda’s friend. They share an apartment together.”

“Nice thing to add, Hvit,” Aud said, hugging you like Gyda did.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Gyda said.

“Let me borrow her now, asshole,” Ivar said to Hvitserk, coming out of nowhere.

“All yours, brother. Always have been,” Hvitserk left drinking from his glass.

“Did he bother you?” Ivar asked you.

“No no, he just… introduced me to your other siblings,” you and the girls smiled.

“Typical Hvitserk,” Aud said.

“Aud, you’re here. That’s nice. Have a great time you two,” Ivar said politely to the girls. “Annoying backstory with Sigurd - I didn’t think she would come. Anyways, Floki is here and I would like you to meet him.”

“Oh… wow! Okay. A lot of meetings today, I guess.”

“Is that a problem?” Ivar’s eyes went from amused to worried. “Are we pushing too hard? I’m sorry, it must be weird for you to meet all these new people…”

“Ivar, it’s okay. Really. I was just… not expecting it. Let’s go meet Floki,” you gave him a reassuring smile and cupped his hand. He guided to the very end of the backyard, where Ragnar was with his friends.

“Y/N!” Ragnar greeted loudly, opening his arms as he saw you coming. “How ya doing? Enjoying your summer?” He hugged strongly, making you go out of breath.

“Sure am, Mr. Lothbrok.”

“Please, it’s Ragnar.”

“Y/N, this is Floki, my boss and my father’s best friend.”

“So this is the girl that gave me a hard time?” You blushed at Floki’s words. “Don’t worry kiddo, I know how to keep this Lothbrok on the line,” he pointed to Ivar. “Since this one is unstoppable,” he pointed his head to Ragnar, who laughed.

“Oh, stop it,” you could see the light shine on Ragnar’s eyes and teeth, how his smile looked even more beautiful in the dark. “I’m a perfectly good old man.”

“Old is for sure,” Ivar said, laughing and making all the other men laugh.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” Ragnar slapped the back of Ivar’s head, making the boy laugh.

“What did you boss mean back there? About me,” you asked Ivar when you were in a safe distance.

“Oh, that? Don’t worry about it.”

“Did I… I didn’t want to cause any trouble…”

“You didn’t, sweetheart. Hi, I’m Helga. Floki’s wife.”

“Oh, hi,” you smiled at her and, of course, she hugged you.

“Can I talk with her?” She asked looking at Ivar. He nodded and left. Helga hooked her arm to yours and you started walking. “So you’re Y/N.”

“How come does everyone know me?”

“Ivar’s quite a lonely boy. When his brothers started to spread the word that he met a girl, well… You would imagine what this means,” the thought of being the reason of gossiping drove you nuts. “But that’s not a thing to be worried about. Only family knew.”

“Floki…”

“It doesn’t need blood to be family.”

“Oh god…”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Helga laughed at your reaction. “I assure you that only the siblings and me and Floki knew about you. I heard what you asked Ivar. He mentioned you to us - he was so radiant. Floki was afraid that this new thing would slow Ivar down, but the boy knows how to keep things straight.”

“I didn’t see him for days. Weeks, even. Only quick things, but we texted a lot.”

“I’m sorry you couldn’t see him. The company had a lot of work and Ivar is the only intern there.”

“That’s fine, I understand. I think it’s great that he’s that compromised,” you looked down at your feet, smiling.

“Ivar is a good boy, and I’m sure you’re a good girl. We’re very close, you see,” you nodded.

“He told me a lot about you two,”

“He’s that kind of person. He wouldn’t shut up about you, it drove Floki crazy,” you two laughed. “I’m so glad he found a girl like you. You’re very lucky to have meet him,” Helga squeezed your hands before going.

I think I am, you thought. You looked for Ivar above all those heads - you found him, speaking to some guys. You recognized Sigurd with him. That’s one you rarely see - Sigurd -, so the sight of him felt a bit strange. They were all laughing. They fought a lot, that was true, but they still loved each other. Just imagine, a house with four brothers. All men - the mess that probably was. You smiled at that view, looking all around.

Ubbe with Amy, laughing. Ivar and Sigurd and their friends. Hvitserk messing around. Bjorn and Torvi, along with a blonde, mature woman. Aslaug and Helga. Ragnar and Floki. Gyda and Aud. You parents were mixed in the crowd, but everyone was there.

You saw Hvitserk getting up on a table - he was trying to get everyone’s attention.

“This is a tradition of every damn gathering here,” everyone laughed. “A birthday is not an excuse. A party is not an excuse. It’s all about… all of us together,” Hvitserk tried to put his drunk words together. “I would like that bastard Sigurd to come up here since it’s his birthday too,” everyone screamed, calling for Sigurd. He showed up at Hvitserk’s side, and you felt someone touching your shoulder. Ivar. You smiled at each other.

“I’m happy that everyone could show up today. Or tonight,” Sigurd looked at the sky. “It’s night already, isn’t it? I’m terrible at these things, even though I jump on a stage and I’m great there,” people laughed. You remembered that day at Bragr’s, with Ivar. “I just wanna thank to all the presences here. Our friends, our family. Our neighbors and their daughter, because after Ivar met her he’s being less of a pain in my ass.”

You covered my face, wanting to dig yourself in the ground.

“Asshole!” Ivar screamed. Everyone laughed.

“But what the heck, I love my little brother. That’s the thing about being in a big family - you get to mess around and you still love everyone.”

“Wow. Nice words coming from Sigurd. I think it’s the whiskey,” Hvitserk said. Everyone laughed. “Here’s,” he said even louder, raising his glass. “For the handsome and the musician,” everyone shouted and raised their glasses. You didn’t have one, but Ivar raised his. “Here’s for everyone here tonight. May we all be together next year,” more shouts and everyone drank from their glasses. Ivar gave you his so you could take a sip.

“Now, if there’s anyone interested, I’m going to play some songs with my band, so just keep doing what you do best,” Sigurd announced.

As everyone shouted you turned over to Ivar. “I didn’t know Sigurd was playing.”

“Oh, he is. Only because it’s his birthday. Here, I made a little request,” Ivar put his glass on a table and pulled you over to him, your bodies really close to each other.

“I’ll start with a song that was a secret request. Don’t look too much around, otherwise it won’t be a secret anymore,” Sigurd said over the mic.

“Ivar…” you said, sounding surprised.

“Just c’mere,” he held you close.

Sigurd started with his guitar. He was solo.

Ivar started to guide you by the rhythm. 

“In the morning when I wake,” Sigurd’s voice sang. His voice was very smooth, different from that night at the café. “And the sun is coming through…”

“How is everyone?” You buried your head on Ivar’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. Just enjoy it,” you bit your lips and stared at Ivar.

“Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down?” Sigurd continued. It was the kind of a song that made you feel good, calm.

“Oh, you fill my head with pieces… Of a song I can’t out,” Ivar was mimicking the words. He was slowly guiding you, gently making you spin. You felt the grass under your feet. When you got closer to him again, he rubbed the tip of his nose on yours, closing his eyes. It looked a lot like eskimo kissing, but for a moment he rested his forehead on yours.

“Can I take you to a moment - where the fields are painted gold? And the trees are filled with memories - of the feelings never told,” as Sigurd sang the words you remembered of the lake Ivar took you. You held your breath and opened your eyes. Ivar was there, looking at you. He was discreetly nodding his head yes, because he knew what you were thinking.

Now Ivar followed Sigurd, but in a tone that only you could hear. “Can I be close to you?” You bit your lips, your mind working at full speed. You weren’t sure if it was that but, even if it wasn’t, it was something. 

Maybe that was his way to confess. Or maybe that was his way to ask it.

But it didn’t matter, because by the time Ivar said the last “can I be close to you?” he whispered, now by himself, as Sigurd finished in the guitar: “Can I?”

You whispered back: “Yes. Yes, you can,” so Ivar hold you tight against his body and kissed you, passionately.

You had no idea what that was about, but it was something. And, for you, it was all that mattered.

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[marvinhasadhd]

Okay, so I got my prescription about two weeks ago and since then I have already tried Ritalin a few times.

I started with half a pill (so 5mg) and didn’t feel anything. My doctor advised me to do my next attempt on the next day, but I am chronically bad at listening to medical professionals, so I tried a whole pill (or 10mg) on the afternoon of the same day I tried the first one.

I decided to take it, because our work had been cancelled (I currently work as a security at events which are hosted by our city) and so someone had to wait until the security who worked the night shift arrived. I really need the money, so I volunteered to sit around for a few hours and I decided to take the full pill and try reading for a bit, as thats something where I often struggle with being inattentive and getting distracted by just about everything.

And it kinda helped. I just sat down and read for over an hour without looking at my phone or getting distracted in any other way. I used to read a lot as a child, but since the age of 12-13 I slowly stopped reading as much because I could rarely ever focus on the book for longer times, so reading became a bit frustrating, as I now took days, weeks or sometimes even months to finish books which would have taken me hours when I was younger (one of my biggest achievements as a child was that I finished the whole HarryPotter-Series in just one weekend).

So yeah, that was a nice experience. I tried it again two days later, as I wanted to try studying for university, but this time I tried 1,5 pills (so 15mg) and I didn’t feel much difference to the 10mg. I still couldn’t quite focus on the stuff I had to learn and I kept getting distracted by things around me, especially by the clutter on my desk. I really felt the need to do something about that and so I cleaned my desk. And once my desk was finally free of everything that didn‘t belong there, I cleaned the floor, the kitchen, the bathroom, I did my laundry and I collected all the cat toys and also cleaned all the places my cats like to hang out in of their hair. Once that was done, I tried to learn again and I noticed that I could focus a bit better, but most importantly I noticed that I just managed to keep my focus on doing a cleaning of the whole flat without making any breaks to watch youtube or check twitter or anything. I didn’t even think about my phone, while I did all that. That was kinda crazy, as just about everyone who knows me would describe me as a perfect example of a smartphone-addicted person.

The next day, I tried to learn again and I took two whole pills (aka 20mg or the maximum dosis my doctor allowed me to do before I visit her again) and I noticed that while I could actually focus better, I would also focus very strongly on anything that distracted me. I found one of my cats toys (a self-made mouse) had been ripped and while I was already trying to focus on learning, I just had to get my sewing kit and repair the mouse before I could even think about anything else. So my focus became much better, but also I would focus very strongly on any possible distraction.

The next day my girlfriend arrived and so I didn‘t take Ritalin for a few days, as I know that she isnt too big of a fan of it (that one Netflix-documentary apparently made Ritalin seem like its pure crystal meth) and also I think I shouldn’t need stimulants to be able to focus on my girlfriend. I love her and I always try to give her my fullest attention, so I let the pills in my medicine-cabinet.

Once she was gone again (she has a summer-job in another state, so we only see each other for a few days each week), I tried studying again and so I took two pills in the morning, cleaned my whole learning environment before the effects kicked in and then I actually was able to focus nicely on cell-biology. And ya know, what can I say about that except „The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell“?

Later that day, when the effects already had worn off, I noticed that I also experienced the so-called rebound effect (=symptoms being a bit stronger than usual once the effects of the medication wore off), but as I wanted to continue studying, I decided to take two more pills. So I went to the bathroom, took one, noticed that I had to clean the cat-toilet, cleaned it, forgot that I had already taken one and took two. So I was at 3 whole pills or 30mg of Methylphenidate, which was 1,5 times the maximum dose my doctor told me to take. And then I remembered that I had made plans with a friend to come over and catch up, as we hadn’t seen each other since the whole pandemic started.

So yeah, once he arrived two hours after my accidental intake of 3 pills, I was really focused on what he said and I must say, I felt a mental clarity I usually never felt in normal situations. I also felt a bit more energetic than usual and I experienced the suppressed appetite (which apparently is a rather common side-effect) much stronger than I did with lower doses. Besides that my head felt very warm and I noticed that my pulse was much stronger, so I put on my old smart-watch, just so I could regularly check my pulse (it was constantly over 90, when my usual average it between 60 and 70). Also I told him about my medication and the dosage I had taken, so if I experienced anything bad (the high pulse made me a bit anxious about that) he could inform a doctor. But yeah, nothing bad happened and for two hours we just talked about a lot of things and I just really listened to what he said, which was nice, as I‘m someone who often gets lost in thought while people talk to me, and being able to focus on what he said without getting distracted made me feel like I managed to be a better friend than I‘m usually am.

But nothing lasts forever and so once the effects wore off (took about 4,5 hours) I really couldn’t focus on stuff and I really felt the effects come back much stronger than they usually are. Luckily he is a pretty understanding dude, so he suggested that we just cook until I felt a bit better, which was quite nice, as my appetite also came back and I remembered that I hadn’t eaten anything that day. So we cooked and just played with the cats until I felt a bit better. I noticed that playing with the cats made me quite a bit calmer - maybe it’s the dopamine-boost my tiny fluffy boys give me, or maybe I just overinterpret something. Idk.

(Short break. I know, this post is already pretty long and as it’s about ADHD, I assume that some people reading this also have it. If you managed to read this that far, I‘m really amazed and I really thank you for your attention. Also I made this another text-style, so if you want to take a short break, you could find this spot easier. If you have any tips on how to write so that it’s more suitable for ADHDers to read, please feel free to send me a message, as I would really like it, if I could improve my writing so that my posts are easier to read for other people. Also I promise that this post will be finished soon.)

Okay, so lets continue: once the friend was gone, I washed the dishes, cuddled the cats and went to sleep. Or at least I tried to do so. I just couldn’t fall asleep. It was really impossible for me to close my eyes without having my brain full of thoughts that would keep me awake. I tried to put in calming music, as that helped me to fall asleep back when I was in school, but that didn’t work. I tried to make myself a nice sleeping-environment by putting on nice sounds to pretend that I‘m on the Hogwarts express (I used ambient-mixer for that) and lit small fairy lights, but that also didn’t help. I tried to do a brain-dump and wrote down all the thoughts that kept me awake, but that also didn’t help much. I tried to read all these thoughts out to my cats and talk about all the feelings I had that were linked to the thoughts, but that also didn’t help. (Also the cats kinda decided to run around and play catch after I talked to them for a few minutes. I think they have about the same attention span as I do). At about 5:30 in the morning my girlfriend texted me because she just got up to go to work and I was still awake to answer her. So yeah, at about 6 in the morning I fell into a very light sleep and I can tell you, working a 7 hour shift after that wasn’t fun. So a nice advice of mine: don’t do a higher dose than your doctor allowed you at 6 in the afternoon. Or generally. Listen to your doctors, chances are they know what they are talking about.

And here’s finally the last experience I wanna write about: Today I woke up at 8 and decided that I will use my day productively to learn. So ensured that my desk and everything around it was nice and clean and then I took two pills. And guess what. Now it’s half past 10 and I spent the last 1,5 hours focusing really intensely on writing a tumblr-post about my experiences with Ritalin because I remembered that I wanted to write such a post and I couldn’t focus on anything else while I had this thought. So yeah. Overall I really like the effects it has on me, as I didn’t experience any bad side-effects by now and it really helps me focus, but now I also know that maybe I should make a check-list of things I want to have done before I take it, as these things could be mayor distractions down the line.

I hope these reports could be interesting or helpful to someone out there, but always remember: the experiences of different people can vary vastly, so always remember that such meds can have very different effects on you or people you know. Always consult a doctor or pharmacist if you have medical questions and always remember that taking meds or not doing so is both completely valid, as long as it fits for you.

If you made it this far, I really wanna thank you for taking the time and focus to read this and I hope you found it to be at least somewhat interesting. Feel free to text me if you want to talk about your own experiences, ask questions, give criticism on the way I write or just ask for pictures of my cats. I hope you have a really nice day and yeah. I‘ll post again once something post-worthy happens or a topic which I think to be deserving of a post comes to my mind.

[dobrikburrito]

loved ones, d.d. & v.s.

words: 2.2k

requested by anonymous

Hi!! I love your writing sm you're amazing!!! Can I get a David fic where she's so nice and and always does stuff for all of them like the dishes when she doesn't have to or buys them presents so they all work together to do something nice for her

disclaimer: wholesome fluff.

⠀ 

One year ago

“Alright, Zane, I think that’s enough alcohol for tonight, baby.” You supported Zane having his arm around your shoulders. “Here, have this.”

Zane made a disgusted face. “What is that?”

“It’s just water, come on, take a sip.” You told him, but immediately rejected it.

Rolling your eyes, you took the cup away and then brought him the same cup again. “Ok fine, have it your way, here’s some vodka.”

And he happily drank all the liquid, which made you laugh and facepalm. “How is it?”

“That’s some tasty drink right there,” He nodded, approving the “vodka”.

“Aw, I’m glad you liked it.” You smiled, taking a paper towel and drying his sweaty forehead. His eyes were barely open and his body was trying to dance to the music, but ended up just moving oddly. “Hey, I have a fun idea. How about we eat some of these chips? I’m feeling reeeeeeally hungry.”

You brought a small packet of regular chips and gave him some to eat, which he obeyed like the good toddler he was.

After taking care of Zane for a couple of hours, he was sobering up and wasn’t going to pass out or have a ridiculous major hangover the next day.

“Thank you for helping me with him, (Y/N).” Heath softly smiled in appreciation.

“No problem, babe. Let me know how he wakes up tomorrow. I already gave him one Advil,” You informed your friend. Heath nodded and walked Zane to the car.

10 months ago

“Psst, hey. Dave, wake up.” You poked David while he was napping rolled into his comforter on the living room couch. He whined, you rolled your eyes. “Come on, you need to take your medicine.”

David mumbled something incomprehensible, but stood up a bit and took the pill and the bottle of water from you, barely opening his eyes. After swallowing it, he nodded in appreciation. “Thank you (Y/N),” Only to fall down on the couch again, sleeping.

Just recovering from a bad case of the flu, you spent part of your days at David’s making sure he was properly taking care of himself, which he usually wasn’t, hence the sickness. You cooked him some soup while he napped and cleaned the dishes for him. Jason came along an hour later to check up on him as well.

“Hey (Y/N), how’s David doing?” Jason approached you on the glass table by the kitchen and hugged you. “Uh, that smells good.”

“He’s been sleeping a lot, but I made sure he took his medicine and is properly eating actual food and not just Chipotle.” You hugged Jason back, stopping your own video editing for a while. “And I just made some soup, you’re more than welcome to join us.”

“David’s really lucky to have a friend like you around. Sometimes he’s just so reckless I want to punch him.” Jason looked at the blob that was David on the couch. “Actually, we’re all very lucky to have you around, you’re always taking care of us.”

“You’re cute, but I’m just being a friend, that’s all. We work so much that we forget that health is actually a real thing.” I laughed, shrugging.

“I’ll go wake him up to eat your soup then.” Jason kissed your head and you got up to pick up some plates.

8 months ago

Todd had his head resting on your lap, eyes closed, feeling your fingers running through his black strands of hair. Somehow he showed up at your door at 2:45 am, completely wasted, after drinking his feelings away because of another fight with Corinna. You were caught in the middle of this tornado since the moment they started to date, always listening to both sides, trying to reason with them and advising in what they should do.

You looked to the orange and pink sky through your living room window, it was probably around 6 am now. You’ve spent all these hours listening to a drunk Todd cry about how sad he was but couldn’t ever properly express his feelings to Corinna.

This time you chose to just listen and wear off the alcohol in his system, giving him water and all the protocol for him not to wake up a bigger mess. Your eyes shut for one second, giving that you were exhausted yourself.

Todd woke up after a couple of minutes and saw you there, taking care of him for the hundredth time again, only to sigh and get up to cook you breakfast.

6 months ago

You had scheduled to meet Kristen for a Saturday brunch, missing your time together. When you arrived, she was already there, Scotty sitting by her side. Instead of being mad, you just smiled watching them together from a far and seeing how much love they had. You reached them, hugged them tight and sat down, spending the next couple of hours talking about everything in your lives.

“Oh, shit, I almost forgot,” You shook your head, quickly slapping yourself in the forehead. “Here, I bought you this!” You smiled.

It was this lovely and big Buddha crystal figure with a lotus flower on the inside. It was written Kristen all over it. The look on her face was priceless and you clapped, excited.

“(Y/N), oh my God. This is amazing! I can’t take this, this looks super expensive.” Stunned by the figure, she didn’t even look at you, just kept admiring it.

“Oh please, yes you’re taking it. I saw this while I was looking for a new clock for my apartment and it was you all over it. I couldn’t not take it!” You smiled, sweetly. “And my channel is doing good, don’t worry about it!”

“What’s the occasion?” Scotty asked with a smile on his face, also appreciating how happy Kristen was.

“Can’t a girl give her best friend a random gift out of the blue just to see her cry?” You shrugged, being a little over dramatic for the joke.

“Oh my Gaaaaaaaah.” Kristen did a fake-cry and whine just to make you laugh.

4 months ago

“Jesus fucking Christ, what is the matter with you people?” You said, breathless. “Why do people do this to themselves willingly.”

Todd and Jeff stopped to laugh at you, a few feet down the hike from them. “Come on now, it’s not that bad.” Jeff joked, waving for you to reach them.

It was the beginning of the year and as much as Todd and Jeff were friends, they were still getting to know each other. You knew both of them, knowing that Todd and Jeff had just been through terrible break ups and could use each other’s help. So you managed to sneakily schedule the first hike they ever did together, using your bad habits as an excuse.

“Don’t look at me like that (Y/N), I’m not gonna carry you again.” Todd shook his head when I gave him my puppy eyes.

“God dammit,” You rolled your eyes and did a little power run to reach them. “Just go easy on me, why don’t ya?”

We kept walking together and a couple of miles in, Todd asked Jeff “So… How have you been since you broke up with Cierra?”

“Basically shit, man.” Jeff answered and they continued to talk about every aspect of their lives.

You smiled to yourself, mentally giving you a high five for your bromance cupid skills.

2 months ago

“Ooh, who’s that guy?” You scrolled through Corinna’s Instagram DMs while she was putting on make up before you both went out. I show her the profile picture for Tfue.

“Oh, it’s this streamer guy that I told you about, he’s nice.” Corinna took one look at it and went back to her make up.

Clearly, I clicked to go to his profile and started going through his pictures and videos. “Oh, he’s cute too. He’s very much your type.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” She chuckled while putting mascara on.

“You know exactly what I mean, don’t play dumb.” I laughed. “And he’s asking you out for next weekend! Why don’t you go out with him?”

“I don’t know (Y/N). I told you I needed to take some time after the whole Todd situation,” Corinna made some excuse.

“You did tell me that and you did take time, Cor. It’s been a few months now,” You knew how lonely she felt and you wanted for her to get back out there. “You’re not instantly going to get married to this guy or whatever other guy you go out with. But I think it’d be fun for you to see some new people, change weathers. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your anxiety rising lately. I know how you tic and you need to be social and have fun to destress.”

Corinna sighed and looked at me. “I hate how you know me so well,”

You shrugged. “I’m very proud of it, to be quite honest.” I made a proud face that made her smile. “C’mon, you have nothing to lose here.”

She gave you a quick smile which was enough for you to accept as a yes. “I’d love to hang out! When are you free? And send.”

“(Y/N)! Did you just message him?” Corinna was half shocked half amused.

“What? No.” You looked like a toddler who was just caught doing something bad.

“Oh my God, give me this.” Taking the phone out of your hand, she looked for his DM. “You’re the worst!”

“I think the words you’re looking for is absolutely unbelievably amazing.” You smiled. “Besides, I have a feeling you’ll be thanking me in the future, so… I do accept thank yous as louboutin shoes by the way.”

You walked out of her bathroom, leaving her chuckling.

Today

“Alright guys, here’s the deal. I just texted (Y/N) and she’s coming to my house.” David was sitting down by the living room with a bunch of the VS behind him. “She’s always taking care of everybody, so we decided to surprise her tonight.”

“Today is her half birthday. We decided to do this today so she wouldn’t suspect anything.” Corinna explained to the camera.

“When she arrived, I’m gonna blindfold her and walk her in,” David informed the viewers. “Then she’s gonna see all of this.”

Taking the camera, David got up from the ground and showed around his house, which was filled with all of the people who loved you and cared for you. The house was completely decorated with Cabaret, with performers and playful activities, which you absolutely adored.

“She’s gonna flip the fuck out,” Jason said to David’s camera. David laughed.

“50 bucks she starts crying,” David wagered.

“I’m on it!” Jeff shook David’s hands.

Once they saw your car parking in front of David’s house, he made his way out of the door, while Jason filmed everything from a hiding spot.

“Hey, thanks for coming!” David smiled at you and hugged you.

“Yeah, no problem. What’s up?” You didn’t even realize anything. Your hair was in a messy bun and you were wearing a clickbait hoodie and sweatpants. Every time one of your friends asked for you to come because they needed help, you never hesitated. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” David laughed, then showing you a black piece of cloth. “I’m really sorry but I have to blindfold you.”

“What?! David, no!” You whined and looked around, looking for the camera. “You don’t even have a camera, what? No! No wild animals! I still have nightmares because of the roaches and the scorpions.”

David laughed. “It’s none of that I promise, don’t you trust me?”

“No.” You blatantly said and the both of you laughed. “Fine, but if it’s something gross I’m going to kick you in the balls.”

“That’s oddly specific. Okay. Come on.” David said as you turned around and he blindfolded you.

Carefully, he helped you get inside the house, positioning you in the middle of the room. All cameras and phones were on you. “Okay, on 3 you can take the blindfold off. 1… 2… 3… go!”

The second that you took it off, everybody yelled “Happy Birthday!!” and popped a bunch of confetti sticks, shooting you with silly string, sour cream and bottled cheese.

“What the fuck?!?! It’s not even my birthday, David!!” You screamed, your eyes closed because there was so much silly string on your face. Everybody just laughed out loud and Corinna came to your rescue with baby wipes to help you regain your sight.

You looked around, seeing everybody and looking at the decoration. “You guys did this all for me? It really isn’t my birthday though, so I feel bad.” You were getting emotional.

“But it is your half birthday!” Natalie popped another confetti.

You did an “O” face. “Of course, I should’ve seen this coming.” You threw one hand up in the air, defeated. “I hate all of you,” You cleaned the tears from your eyes.

“God dammit,” Jeff paid David 50 bucks.

The party went on, you cleaned yourself and said hi to all of your friends, hugging everybody, taking pictures, having drinks and enjoying the night as the center of attention.