#summer is usually the first one up around 5am

[madowperle]

mornings

[thewriters-world]

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 1:

Marc is writhing beneath Valentino, hands clawing at the white sheets. Though it can't be seen clearly through the flat screen television, it is obvious to all, that Valentino has his hand on Marc's cock. Valentino huffs a breathy laugh at Marc's scrunched up face before leaning forward and closing his lips around his nipple.

Cristian pauses the video at that point to Marc's relief. Marc gets to keep the way he jumps up with a groan, gets to keep the way Valentino's mouth absorbs his sounds. The way Valentino presses an open mouthed kiss to the hollow of his throat as Marc cums, strings of white shooting against the flat plane of Valentino's abdomen.

Marc feels the bile his stomach rush to storm his oesophagus, feels the very path it takes to claw it's way out. He swallows.

Alex's face is twisted into something complicated, Marc is sure his face is doing something similar. He can't quite bring himself to face his grim-faced team members. Instead he elects to push his face into his hands, pushing back his curls in frustration. Cristian clears his throat and Marc has to look up.

The press manager looks at him expectantly, as do the other members of his team. For the first time Marc realises how dishevelled they all look. Marc feels sorry that they had to wake up early in the morning because of him. Marc finds himself realising that people don't usually wake up at 5am to make breakfast smoothies and workout.

Maybe they can see it in the way Marc's face turns blank at their glances, the way he can't quite meet their eyes. Cristian sighs disappointedly before turning his attention back to the drawing board, gesturing and articulating something that Marc knows is important but can't quite bring himself to listen.

He knows Cristian has bought him some time. He still needs to explain it all, the team has to put out a statement. Marc doesn't know how to say that he was once in a romantic relationship with Valentino Rossi. Doesn't know how to say that Valentino - kinky bastard - liked to record their escapades. Doesn't know how to say that he thinks Valentino leaked the tape to get back at him.

Marc keeps his head low as Alex guides him to wherever he needs to be. He has no intention of facing the vultures of the paddock just yet. He can hear the rise and fall of the paddock, the beating heart of the pen that tethered him to the sport he loved so. But today they talk about him in a way never done before, they whisper. He doesn't need to hear his name to feel the heat of the glances people throw his way. Maybe it's that, or maybe it's the way he feels weak in his knees or maybe its how the patch of green grass is wet but Marc stumbles.

It's only when he looks up to steady himself does he see Valentino. The older Italian looks entirely composed, almost effortlessly. His arms are folded as his curls fly around his face in the summer breeze, he squints under the shining sun. For a horrifyingly long time Marc continues to look at Valentino, urging him to look right back. He doesn't. Marc knows his feelings are written all over his face, he never has been able to hide. He knows that his eyes support the same shiny sheen from all those years ago, knows if he spoke his voice would crack with the same pubescent squeakiness he supported more than a decade ago. His eyes meet the concrete once more.

He stews at the unfairness of it all. Recognises that Valentino's holiness saves him from the condemnation. Knows that they'll point at him and laugh ('what did you do to lose Valentino Rossi'). They will want to know, what was so unforgiveable that Valentino Rossi cast him out. Marc will have no answers, how will he say that one day he woke up not to the warmth of Valentino's arms but to the cold of their bedsheets. How does he say that in all his euphoria he hadn't even expected an unamused Uccio Salucci looking down at him. Hadn't expected the older Italian to drop his clothes onto him, face scrunched up in disgust. Doesn't know how to say that he expected Valentino to waltz in like a Knight in shining armour, explaining it all. Doesn't know how to say that as Uccio threw him out like trash it was cold but not as cold as the shoulder Valentino gave Marc the next time he saw him.

After all these years, Valentino still gets to leave him out in the cold as he enjoys the warmth. After all these years Marc has to take it all, take the jokes, the questions. The barbed wire comments that Marc is oh-so good at pretending don't actually hurt ('you ruined the sport') the words they all say tinged with the essence of Valentino ('do you think maybe you were a bit aggressive at that corner). They aren't your words' Marc wants to say to the journalists, wants to see the penny drop. He would never admit it because he knows what they say about people who make up imaginary scenarios but sometimes he imagines them saying sorry ('sorry for laughing whilst you broke') and he imagines himself saying 'fuck you'. Except he would never actually say that, he would forgive and forget in a heartbeat if it meant they knew him.

Marc wishes Valentino left them with the words he would say into his back ('you're so pretty'), into his forehead ('I'm proud of you'), into his mouth ('you're a champion baby'). Marc wishes they could see the Marc that Valentino wanted, why did Valentino show them the Marc that he discarded.

He doesn't even realise that Alex has led him to the company car until he is being pushed in and the door closes behind him. Marc hasn't been able to articulate an explanation to Alex, truth be told Marc isn't too sure he has an explanation. Maybe Alex senses it, the way Marc's entire world has been thrown off kilter, he places a hand on Marc's balled up fist. Something tells Marc that Alex doesn't really care about the contents of the tape, he releases his fist, finally breathing.

He sits opposite Álex at the table that leads into his suite, face propped up onto his fists as his brother looks at him.

"Sooo?" The younger Marquez brother questions with a raised brow, elongating the word, it would seem teasing if it wasn't for the way his voice cracks.

"Valentino and I had something" Marc admits stiffly, resisting the urge to pull at the collar of his shirt. Alex's face shutters.

"Something?" He questions incredulously, face doing something complicated once more.

"That video was more than something" The younger Marqeuz brother huffs, Marc blanches, he doesn't know how long the video was, doesn't know what his brother saw.

"You were in love?" Álex questions with such raw softness in his voice and Marc feels as though he's going to vomit on the very expensive rug before him.

Marc likes to pretend it wasn't love. Likes to pretend it was some sort of teenage infatuation. But -

"Yes" his hands feel clammy and his heart beats faster against his chest at the admission.

"You were devastated when Valentino said-" Álex pauses closing his eyes so hard that Marc is sure he can see patterns under his eyelids.

"I didn't understand why back then" it's like Álex is talking to himself now.

"Why you wouldn't stop sobbing" He gets up, there's a shiny sheen to his eyes.

"Why you wouldn't eat or drink anything, why you wanted to keep his posters in a box besides your bed, why you'd sit on the corner of your bed holding the posters, unfolding and then folding" Álex is pacing the room now, Marc hadn't even known that his brother was there to watch him lose his mind over Valentino. Marc wants to go back, turn around so he can see Álex sitting on the staircase that leads straight to his bedroom. Wants to call his brother into his bedroom and tell him not to worry so much for him, he will be okay. This is nothing as dramatic as your little brain is thinking.

"But you loved him" Álex says, Marc feels the words stab into his heart like a dagger.

"That's why" Álex says it as though he has found all the answers as he slumps onto the seat besides him. Marc supposes he does have the answers for why his brother broke that one time.

"Yes" Marc acknowledges, he doesn't have it in himself to stay seated with his brother and talk about it. He knows it's rude but he stumbles away to his bedroom. Álex doesn't even call for him.

Marc doesn't even know how tired he was until he closes his door and slumps against it, feeling all the energy leave. He thinks he was trying to be brave for his brother.

He kicks his shoes off, doesn't care where they end up. Normally he would make sure to change into his pyjamas, fold his clothes into neat little squares but today, he slumps onto the bed.

He rests his phone on his pillow, pretends like this is how he always sleeps. Pretends that as the screen on his phone lights up with messages and calls he isn't looking for one specific name.

[johaerys-writes]

Summary:

Just as Patroclus gets ready for the most important work trip of his career, Achilles decides to come along for the ride without asking. After not having seen each other for a year, the friendship they once had is hanging by a thread... while the tension that neither of them wants to acknowledge is heavier than ever.

Read on AO3

Chapter 1: i try to live in black and white but i'm so blue

It’s still dark outside when Patroclus hauls his suitcase out of his apartment building, waiting at the curb for his cab. The city is quiet in the twilight; there’s barely anyone in the streets, save for the garbage trucks making their first rounds. He glances down at his wristwatch: just short of 5am, and mere hours before he boards one of the most important flights of his entire career.

He heaves a sigh of relief when his cab finally arrives. The driver steps out to help him with his suitcase, and asks him if he wants to place his hand luggage in the trunk as well, but Patroclus smiles and shakes his head as he clutches it protectively close. He’d rather keep his laptop as close to his person as he can short of strapping it on him.

The driver has just shut the trunk door when the tires of another car screech, startlingly loud in the empty steet. Patroclus glances back to see another cab through the rear window skidding to a halt behind them. The car door is flung open before the cab has even stopped moving, and then—

And then, out steps the bane of Patroclus’ entire existence.

“Stop the car!” Achilles shouts. He grabs a designer duffel bag out of the cab’s trunk and slings it over his shoulder, then tosses some bills through the driver window— probably much more than the actual ride was worth— before running up to them.

“Hi!” He chirps merrily, slipping into the backseat beside Patroclus. His scent hits Patroclus like a punch in the face: a hint of expensive cologne and his own familiar smell, that heady summer smell Patroclus knows so well. It’s so sudden, it’s all happening so fast, that it renders him completely speechless and numb.

Achilles leans over to the cab driver and pats him on the shoulder. “Let’s get moving, we have a plane to catch!”

Patroclus, who had been watching the events unfold in pure shock, as if witnessing the collision of a rushing train with a brick wall, finally stirs out of his silence. “We?” he echoes. “Who’s we?”

Achilles blinks at him, completely bamboozled that he would think to ask such a question. “You and me, of course. Did you think you were going to that conference alone?”

The cab rolls down the street, steadily gaining speed. Patroclus can barely take in his surroundings for the sudden flash anger that fills him. “Wait, wait, wait —” he says, holding up a hand, which the driver chooses to ignore. “Why are you here, Achilles? What are you doing?”

“I’m flying to Singapore with you.” He grins at Patroclus as if he’s just given him the best news of his entire life, before he adds, “After being away for so long, I thought it’d be fun to surprise you. Didn’t you miss me?”

His hair is so golden and glossy in the morning’s bleak first light, windswept and yet still attractively dishevelled, like he’s spent hours trying to achieve that specific look even though Patroclus knows he probably woke up like this. His eyes are bright with mischief, like they used to be when they were kids and running around the garden of their childhood summer house in Phthia, but there’s something else in his searching gaze now: a sort of tentative hope that’s so at odds with his usual brazen confidence. A flicker of the real Achilles behind the face he chooses to put up.

After not having gazed upon him in the flesh for more than a year, being so close to him is almost physically painful right now.

Patroclus might as well have swallowed his tongue for how incapable he is of forming actual words. He turns away from Achilles and scowls out of the window, seething with frustration as Achilles nags the cab driver about connecting his phone to the car’s speakers and blasting his favourite tunes the whole damned way to the airport.

He doesn’t talk to Achilles when the cab drops them off at the airport departures, and he refuses to reply to any of his enthusiastic comments and questions as they drop off their bags at check-in and make their way through airport security. Once they make it to their gate, Patroclus leaves Achilles flicking through the pages of an airplane magazine as he steps away to make a phone call.

“Hello?” comes Peleus’ groggy answer. The man has never been an early bird, and this is particularly early even for Patroclus. He feels bad for waking him, but this can’t wait.

“It’s me. Patroclus,” he says, though he knows it’s unnecessary. Peleus can tell who he is through the caller ID. “Listen, I’m sorry for waking you but I need to talk to you.”

“What happened? Anything wrong with your flight?”

“Yes. No. Well, sort of.” Patroclus lets out a sharp breath and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Are you aware that your son is travelling with me?”

“Achilles?” Peleus asks, baffled. “That’s the first I’m hearing of it.”

Patroclus stays silent, guts twisting with anxiety while he waits for Peleus to properly wake up.

“I told him about the conference last night, when he came over for dinner. He was very happy to hear about you taking on this responsibility. But you know Achilles— he has never been particularly interested in the business end of things. I practically had to beg and bribe him for him to agree to start coming to the office once in a blue moon. Every year I ask him to go to one of these conferences, to start learning the job, and every year I get the same answer. I’ll spare you it; it’s too early in the morning.”

Peleus laughs indulgently at his son’s antics, but all Patroclus feels is dull and hollow bitterness. His stomach squeezes uncomfortably at the prospect of spending any time at all with Achilles, let alone the entire length of this trip. At least he’s somewhat mollified by the fact that Peleus didn’t send Achilles along to keep an eye on Patroclus, as if he can’t be trusted to do a job on his own, and that Achilles’ actions are all his own fault and of his own devising. As per usual.

“You know,” Peleus continues, “it isn’t such a bad thing that he wants to come. It’s about time he showed some initiative— and you have always been such a good influence on him. Catching up will do a world of good to you both, I’m sure.”

Patroclus grits out a reluctant acknowledgment to this, which is neither an assent or a refusal, and hangs up the phone. He isn’t at all sure that ‘catching up’ will do anyone any good, especially Achilles and himself.

By the time they board the plane, Patroclus is hungry, tired, and already has a splitting headache. He wants nothing more than to be left alone for the rest of his flight, even though there’s little chance of that with Achilles managing to find a seat right next to him on the plane.

“Isn’t it great, going on a trip together after so long?” Achilles says happily as the plane takes off. “It’s going to be like an adventure! Like old times, right?”

“I’ve got a job to do, Achilles,” Patroclus says. “I’m not interested in adventures.”

Achilles laughs, and the sound at once enrages him and makes him ache with painful longing. “We’ll be there for a week, you won’t be working all the time.”

“Watch me,” Patroclus says irritably, reaching for his laptop in the overhead locker once the sign to stay in their seats flickers out.

He barely got any sleep the previous night, working on his presentation until late, much later than was reasonable. The presentation is pretty much ready, but he can’t resist tinkering with it all the time, changing a word here and fixing the formatting there. He knows he should leave it alone, but he is simply incapable of doing that. He wants to be the best, the very best, at what he does.

It isn’t just about him being a perfectionist, though, or having a chip on his shoulder. The task Peleus has entrusted him with is the most important he’s ever had to undertake; sending him off to Singapore to one of the biggest business conferences in the world to present the growth and production of the company before an audience of hundreds, and thousands more online, is just a small token of the enormous faith Peleus places on him. Patroclus isn’t about to let him down.

And he won’t let anything distract him from that purpose. Not Achilles, or anyone else. This is far too important.

His resolve doesn’t last very long, as Achilles thrusts his face over Patroclus’ shoulder to peek at his laptop screen. “Ooh, what’s this?”

“Do you mind?” Patroclus snaps, slamming the laptop closed. He shifts around to face Achilles, schooling his features to the most annoyed scowl he can muster. “This is important stuff, Achilles. I can’t have you poking around my work. If we’re going to have to suffer each other’s company for a week, the least you could do is mind your business and let me do mine, okay?”

He hates the way his heart plummets at the sight of Achilles’ smile fading, at the disappointed pout that replaces it. Achilles edges back, all of his enthusiasm melting away.

“Fine, okay,” he mutters. “Whatever.”

He turns around and takes his headphones out of his bag, placing them over his head. Though being left in peace was everything Patroclus wanted, Achilles pulling his attention away from him feels like the sun being hidden behind thick rainclouds, taking away all its warmth. He sullenly returns to his work while Achilles gets ready to watch a movie on his tablet, and wonders how long it’s been since they’ve done anything in the same space, since they’ve sat so close. The distance between their elbows on the armrest is electrifying, and every time they almost touch, Patroclus’ heart gives a painful, frustrating thump in his chest.

Patroclus does his best to ignore it.

Read the rest on AO3

[utahlive]

No episode today (i have a test i gotta study for booo) :( However in usual “no episode today” style, I’ve got some behind the scenes stuff! (+ answering asks). I’m really glad you guys like hearing about this part of the blog :D

It’s a little long so I’m putting it under the cut

So my latest method of answering asks is to write a quick outline/reply and save it in drafts (as opposed to what I was doing, which was copy pasting asks into the notes app and writing replies there. dont ask whats wrong with me; I dont know). Anyway this specific comic had its first ‘script’ (shoutout to @/ghostburface for the ask)

I usually draw out what I imagine happening and then add text to hit the points im aiming for, but I did the opposite in this one. I had a lot of trouble figuring out the actual visuals for this one

(For the record I tried to find the original price of the glasses on the las Nevadas merch page but it wasn’t there. I remember losing my mind over the price tho)

attempt/draft 2 (sort of) since I wasn’t sure about the layout. I was really hoping to just have three panels (as you can see by the “if 3 that would be epic” note above)

And then I transferred it digitally! I did go over the script in DMs with my friend so it ended up as it did I did see one person pointing out the whole “rose colored glasses” thing (shout out to you fr !!). I had a lot of meaning I was going for with this one but I have a hard time finding a middle ground between “so obscure its not there” and “way too obvious”

I also wanted to answer some asks (as per usual :3 because I love talking with you guys)

I wish he would grow it out!! However as anyone who’s gone from short to long hair... the awkward phase is NOT pretty. I did hear on one of his streams he might cut it when the EP comes out rather than the album. because he’s a coward (but I can’t blame him)

who doesnt feel like ripping up their pillow though, amiright fellas? Shout out to all the utahlive fictives out there (I’ve heard of reported sightings). Would love to talk to you guys some day <3 It still baffles my mind that this blog leaves any sort of lasting impression on people (for reals though, I hope you guys are ok!!)

this one isnt directed at me but I just think its funny you say this because summer 2022 I went to the Winchester house with my friends, but we all decided it wasn’t worth the price so we just checked out the gift shop and walked around the outside for about two hours. it’s actually very pretty! super cool architecture

this one is under the “what would you recommend I get at the gas station”

It’s also not a question but I think it would be funny to let you know I wrote and queued that post (and the other one posted that day) at like 5am I don’t know how I missed it because I usually check my posts the next morning before they get posted I know it’s bad I’m trying real hard to get my sleep schedule to be normal (this post is sponsored by melatonin tablets)

GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY 🤺🤺🤺

I assume you’re talking about the mcytblr sexyman poll?? Im already making predictions and bets in my head on this one but Ill be fighting for MY meowmeows till my last breath

[romanstheory]

I'm The One a Jey Uso Fic pt 3/?

Warnings: Arguing, Language

Word Count: 900

18 +

Last Part

We wake the next morning to the sound of Jey's phone alarm, It's 5am. "Well good morning" Jey says throught his long stretch. "Good morning daddy" I say with a devilish grin. I was never the relationship type, but Jey has me thinking otherwise. Maybe it was the orgasm from las night talking, but he has me in a chokehold now. We get our things together and meet Jimmy in the lobby. Jey is grinning from ear to ear, walking with a little pep in his step. "Enjoy yourself last night?" I tease while we ride the elevator down to the first floor. "Best time of my life" Jey responds quickly "You look refreshed". It felt like he had me under a spell or something, but I was cool with it. I even liked it..... a lot.

He was soft yet assertive, caring yet dominate, sweet with spice. The perfect blend of everything, and good in bed. It was like he knew my body, what ways to push and apply pressure, when to be soft and when to pound me. I'm not sure what to call..... us right now...... but what ever we are I like it. Jey and I seemingly float through the hotel and to the lobby to meet Jimmy. Jimmy looks up from his phone and laughs "What the hell are you grinning about uce?" He chuckles. Jey tries to stop smiling when Jimmy looks over at me in lala land. "Oh I see, I'm the third wheel now" Jimmy laughs while we all head out the door.

The airport is crazy, I've always hated it. TSA is annoying, it's just so stressful. I huff my way through the entire clusterfuck that is the airport, and now we're waiting to board our plane. "So what y'all wanna do as far as Solo goes?" Jimmy says. "I think we should pop up on em at the show and get them to give us a match at SummerSlam". "Well there's three of us and two of them so unless they're feeling bold one of us is going to have to sit out" I begin "I have unfinished business with Solo, and Vince is already willing to bend the rules for me. I need this match..... I need to get him back". Jimmy nods. "Look uce I know you wanna get back and big dog but I need this too. I need to prove myself..... I need to shut him up" Jey says to Jimmy.

Jimmy ever had an issue with being ringside, so he was okay with doing it again for the sake of us getting our revenge. "Yall got it, I understand but I'm ringside because you know how Paul is" Jimmy says looking at both of us. We land in LA, the sun is almost blinding but it's beautiful. Our day of craziness begins...... Meetings, planning, hair, makeup, warming up. I keep catching Jey staring at me, his deep brown eyes make me melt like ice cream in the summer heat. No man has ever been able to do that to me before. Who would of thought i'd be head over heals for Solo's brother...... Not me.

"Alright I need you to stay outta the way because Solo is probably gonna be here soon" Jimmy says looking at me "I don't need you getting in trouble and ruining what we have planned". I huff and roll my eyes, Jimmy is right, I need to stay out of the way and be patient. I cant wait to get my hands on Solo. What he said to me after I lost my title rings in my head over and over again.

It's time.... Roman is opening the show doing his usual acknowledge me speech. USOOOOOO rings through the arena like lightening and out goes Jimmy and Jey shortly after I come out as well. Roman and Solo stand in the ring, disgust and shock smeared across their faces. My eyes lock on Solo, fierce and intense. "No no no no! Turn your asses around and get out of my ring" Roman demands. "Your ring?" Jimmy asks "Didn't you just get pinned by Jey in YOUR ring?". A scowl forms on Roman's face. "I think he meant MY ring" Jey adds. The twins and Roman carry on their banter as Solo and I engage in another cut throat stare off. "You know what, I'm not about the talking" I say looking at Roman and Solo "Jey and I have some unfinished business with you two". Roman cackles "So YOU wanna fight US? Little girl you could never"

I laugh getting closer to Roman "Seems like you're afraid to get knocked on your ass by a woman" I say. Jey looks at me, his eyes locking on my ass in my tight leather pants. Jimmy softly nudges him getting his head back in the game. "Ain't nobody scared of you" Roman says flustered. "Then prove it tribal bitch" I say, Jimmy and Jey's mouths hit the floor and they both laugh. The crowd begins chanting tribal bitch over and over again. "YOU CAN'T CALL ME THAT! RESPET ME! THIS IS MY SHOW!" Roman screams, throwing a fit "AT SUMMER SLAM BE PREPARED TO GET SMASHED!" The three of us laugh as the crowd continues to chant and Roman has a meltdown.... We did it!

[fantasticcolorcloudflap]

I find a way to fit your name in every sentence that i speak

It's 5am and idk what happened i just strated writting. Reddie is CONSUMING me rn. So yeah. Might (probably) do a part two because they are consuming me (did i mention that already?): Anyways, enjoy!

Word count: 1031

I hate Richie fucking Tozier. I hate how stupidly unfunny he is. I hate the way those moronic glasses look on his face. I hate his atrocious singing and the way he slicks his hair back with an extraordinary amount of hair gel when he's trying to look smart for something (he looks like my 50 year old unmarried uncle). I hate the fact that he's fucking taller than me - okay, I'm not that tall, everyone else is easily higher than me, but we've always been the same fucking height. Until last summer, when he grew a few inches just to spite me. Now he towers over me with that stupid grin of his. I hate how awkwardly long he is, all sharp angles and overly large bones. I hate how he calls me Eds, I hate his nonstop jokes about banging my mother, I hate how he pinches my cheek and calls me cute, cute, cute.

Okay, I may not hate that, but still.

He really knows how to get under my goddamn skin.

I know I'm not being fair. Richie has always been like that, stupidly annoying Richie. Nothing has changed in the way he teases me and gets me worked up. I'm the one who has changed. I used to be indifferent to his sexual comments and obscene jokes. I would tell him to fuck off and smack him hard on his arm. But something has changed. I don't know what, but every time he says he's dying to blow me it sends a jolt through my body. Every time he calls me Eds and wraps a too-long arm around my shoulders, my stomach does a fucking somersault. It makes me want to puke. Being around Richie for too long makes me dizzy and overwhelmed. it's too much. And most of the time I just want him to get the fuck away from me. So I tell him. And he just blatantly ignores me.

This isn't really new. The warm fuzzy feeling around Richie has always been there for as long as I can remember. So even though Richie was as insufferable as he usually is, I always liked being around him. Sometimes he makes me laugh so hard it brings tears to my eyes. And he just sits there looking so proud of himself, almost glowing with happiness. And then I laugh a little more than I need to, just to see him glow like that for a couple more seconds.

Anyway. It's always been there. But I've always managed to ignore it. I had a vague idea of what it might mean, but I really wasn't that keen on figuring it out, so I just didn't think about it. But this year it has become impossible to ignore. Like a trumpet blaring in my ears.

“Ah, Eddie Spaghetti, I've been looking all over for you” Richie drops down in the soft grass next to me and offers me a cheeky grin.

There it is. That damn trumpet blaring right into my brain.

“Call me Eddie Spaghetti one more time and I swear to God I'll end you,” I say with a huff of annoyance.

“Hmm, I'd like to see you try.”

I'm spared from answering when the rest of the losers' club finds us sitting on the yellowing patch of grass Derry High School has to offer.

“I was t-thinking of g-g-going to the quarry this afternoon,” Bill said slumping down next to Richie, followed by Bev and the others. “Take advantage of the w-warm weather, it won't lllast long.

Everyone agreed. Today was the first day of school and I'm sure no one has any homework to do (I certainly don't), so we agreed to meet there at five o'clock.

Great. Now I just have to convince my mom.

We grab the bikes and say goodbye. I'm sliding my leg over the bike seat when I hear Richie call my name.

“Wait, Eds!”

“What do you want?”

“I'm coming with you. No one's waiting for me at home, so I've got plenty of time to spare.”

Great. Just fucking great.

It is actually great. Call me a masochist, if you will, but as much as I wish Richie would just stay away from me (maybe that would make me able to sort through these confusing and horrifying feelings) I love having him around, listening to his endless chatter and his horrible jokes. I love the fluttering feeling in my stomach and the way I feel giddy and giggly next to him.

But I also hate it. Because what the fuck.

So that's that.

“So,” Richie says as we pedal down the road that leads to my house, “I was thinking about just the two of us staying in this weekend or something. It's been a while since we've hung out, like, just us two.”

Uhhhhhh yeah. That was completely on purpose - who knows what my brain might do under the prospect of being alone with Richie?

But I guess I can't shut him out forever. I just have to sort through these (new?) strongly uncomfortable feelings and get on with my life. Wich includes weekly get-togethers with Richie to read comics and play video games.

I shrug nonchalantly. “Yeah, whatever. But we're hanging in my house. I don't even want to imagine the germs that live in your room. It's disgusting."

“Well, obviously at your house,” he replied. “How else am I going to fuck your mother while you sleep?”

“Oh my fucking God, will you stop talking about my mother?”

“My dearest Eds, you know she is the love of my life and the subject of all my sexual fantasies, how could I ever stop talking about her?”

I groan as I reach the door and get off the bike. “Fuck you,” I say grabbing the keys we keep under the potted plant on the porch. Richie smiles.

"Aw, you don't mean that Eds. You love me really." And with that, he takes off, yelling a "see you later Spaguetti!" as he rushed up the street we had just came from.

I do love him, really.

Well fuck.

Im in love with Richie Tozier.

[shindayyume]

Who are you? ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

The POV of the mystery girl in @simmetrycal’s fic !

Creds to Sim for their oc(s) involved. (Ex. Raymond and Jia.)

Highly recommend you go over to their page and read their vers first!

『••✎••』

“Mooooommm! I need help!” A young boy yelled out from the cracked bathroom door. Somehow he had gotten both his legs stuck on one singular pant hole.

“I’m coming!“

This was a regular occurrence in the life of a single mother.

Vanessa’s routine was always the same. Wake up at 5am, always before- never after her alarm.

Give herself thirty minutes to shower, brush her teeth, do her hair, and throw on clothing that made her appear put together.

With thirty minutes to spare before 6am, she was in the kitchen preparing a simple breakfast. Sometimes it would be waffles, pancakes, and even the occasional crepe for special occasions. But no matter what, the plate always included her son’s favorite- bacon.

Around 6am was when it was time to wake up the man of the hour. Her five year old, Eli.

Despite having his own room, it was a common occurrence for him to crawl his way into his mother’s bed during late hours of the night. Vanessa would always have to drag him out of the covers by enticing him with the fresh smell of food.

She gave her son plenty of time to eat, usually 10 minutes was enough while he sat in front of the Tv scarfing down whatever meal he had. Their doberman, Lady, always sat with him- eyeing his plate like it was her first time seeing food.

In the meantime she prepared his outfit for school, laying it on the sink counter within the bathroom.

She returned out into their compact living room, picking up his plate that he left empty besides a few crumbs.

“Eli, go get dressed. We have to leave early today.”

He had given his mom this wide eyed look, “But mom- Bluey is going to the beach for the first time ever!!” He was always so exaggerative with his words. Almost like his entire body moved when he spoke.

Vanessa responded with a light smile, glancing at the TV displaying the brightly colored dog characters running in the sand, then back to her son. “Yup! And if you don’t hurry to get dressed and brush your teeth, you might miss it! Then you can’t go to the beach with Bluey.”

Eli audibly gasped in shock, jumping out of his chair to run towards the bathroom- it doesn’t take much to convince this kid of anything.

She rolled her eyes with a smile, hitting the record button on the remote before washing up the dirty dishes from this morning.

Despite always stating they had to leave early, the two always found themselves rushing out of the apartment. It was a miracle each and every time Vanessa got her son to school on time.

Unlike most children, Eli always enjoyed school. It kept him occupied, and he was quite popular with the other kids in class for being the well known chatterbox.

But for Vanessa, she relied on it. Keeping a five year old entertained throughout the entirety of summer and winter vacations weren’t exactly easy-

Just before Eli rushed into the building, he would stop and turn- bulldozing his mom with a big hug and a quick “love you!” before running off to his friends.

She looked forward to that moment every morning. It was the only part of her daily schedule that made her life a little less boring. Surly that doesn’t make her lame-

I mean, no one really ever talks about what keeps them going the entire day. For her, it was always that hug and the shared “I love you”s.

Though with Eli departing with his friends, it was time for Vanessa to meet with hers.

She worked at a fairly busy tattoo shop. It was small, and blended in easily with the other shops on the street. Definitely easy to miss if you weren’t looking to get inked. Always the first one there, she had the duty of cleaning up and restocking for the other artist.

Now she didn’t have to do it- but it kept her mind occupied. She hated cleaning. But throughout the years of raising a kid, its muscle memory at this point. Enough so that she would hardly even know she was cleaning in the first place.

Despite this, her station was always a mess compared to how she left others. Her pens, ink cases and paper sketches always scattered about in a disorganized fashion. Most of the time she would get so caught up with cleaning around the place that she wouldn’t hear the jingle from the bells attached to the doorway—

A taller man stepped inside, most of his important features being covered by a bikers helmet and gear. He had taken the quick stop to the next door cafe to pick up two special drinks. Despite the shop being nearly quiet, and dead empty- his steps were just as silent as he approached behind Vanessa. innocently holding the two large drinks in hand like a child waiting to be called on by the teacher-

All she heard was,

“Coffee.”

That deep ghostly voice spooked her enough to turn around with a slight jump- “Jesus- how many times do I have to tell you to take that thing off before you give someone a heart attack.”

There were two blankly different drinks in hand- one in a styrofoam cup, steam still emitting from the lids cracks. The other a sweetly looking iced coffee- She took the hot one. Pure black, bitter hot coffee. “Thanks..”

The stranger spoke again, giving his head a tilt. “You okay? You look tired. Is Eli okay? Did you eat today?—” Practically spouting out questions- until he was interrupted.

“—Yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just exhausted.. Eli was up nearly all night crying over a nightmare. But he’s alright now.”

It was never anything that kept her worried, usually Eli would just wake up in the middle of the night and then be afraid he was left alone in the dark.

“That seems to happen a lot.. he's always in the way of your sleep.” His voice was stern, but not in any negative manner. Unintentionally intimidating-

“My son is never in the way of anything. He’s just a kid- he’ll grow out of it..”

“In another few years, maybe. You deserve a break.”

She scoffed over the thought. It was almost enough to make her laugh. A break? How could she ever possibly get one. And it’s not like she wanted to anyways- sure her life is repetitive.. but it's mostly due to her having the responsibility of keeping her and Eli afloat. What would she even do on a vacation? Probably spend the entire time worrying about her son anyways–

But hell, it would be nice.. maybe even something simple and short, like a trip to the pool? Or maybe she could finally get the opportunity to try out the new bar that opened up across her apartment-

But no.. she has to work, for Eli.

“I'm good. When are the boys coming in?”

“Ethan at one, and Davis at three if we’re lucky.” Finally separating from Vanessa’s space, he entered his personalized cubby. Detaching the helmet over his head as he spoke – “Did you do it?” masked gear in hand, he shook out his hair. Revealing the platinum blond and brightly dyed orange hair combination. Vanessa will never understand why he always made it his mission to hide his face with that helmet -He had perfectly framed features, a few complimentary piercings, and some light freckles to soften his glow. Hell– if the guy wasn’t into men, She would have taken her chance long ago. But in all honesty, she’s glad he's a friend she can rely on from time to time.

‘Did you do it?’ banged in her head like an irritating drum. “No, Collin, I did not download tinder. I don’t need anyone right now. I told you that already.”

“Mhm. And I also told you that you’re a terrible liar. Dating would be good for you. Could get you away from the kid for a while. When was the last time you got some dick?”

“Around the same time you got some.”

He rolled his eyes, “touché.. Seriously though- you're still young, men will go crazy over a hot single mom, you know.”

“I don’t think many people find me being covered in dirt all the time and a billion random plastic dinosaurs hidden in my pockets very attractive.”

“A man's dream, actually.”

Dating wasn’t a common thought in Vanessa’s head. She was always so preoccupied by work and taking care of Eli that she rarely looked after herself anymore. However after having her son, she found it difficult to care about relationships anymore. Especially after the situation with Elis father– a man she despised with her entire being. Blinded by young love, she was fully convinced he was a man capable of fulfilling his promises. That they’d run away together, free from media and stress- and oh did he run without her. The second she revealed her pregnancy, he had washed her away like a stain on his carpet. Ghosting her completely as if she never existed.

But it's not like she can change anything– She was foolish for falling in love with a popular actor. A big shot in Hollywood, who flaunted his pretty little face every chance he could– but was so desperate to keep Vanessa hidden from his public life. She mistakenly, never saw the red flags.

Now, It's just her and her son.. Still trying to stay within the career she loved, she was always working long hours for the both of them. Even if it meant returning home with carpal tunnel.

The two were always the shop's openers. Collin was more responsible for piercings, while Vanessa handled the ink work. If she was lucky, She would snag a few quick walk-ins during her waiting time on regular scheduled clients. She was well known in the office for taking anything she could get her hands on for an extra buck- and it's not like anyone minded. They understood her situation, and she clearly needed it the most. But god, did they feel terrible watching her overwork herself to death.

Although school normally ends at 3pm, Vanessa had Eli enrolled in the after school programs. He wasn’t due to be picked up until around 5. Which meant there was still plenty of time to–

“--MOM!!”

The five year old had the lungs of a tiger. Shouting hello loud enough to echo through the entire shop. Everyone turned their heads- spotting a man that can only be described as a lumberjack, carrying the young boy on his shoulders. The older man mimicked him, yelling out to purposely annoy Vanessa. “Mom! Mom!”

She shot her head up- surprised to see him. Afterall, she was in the middle of tattooing some poor girl's ribs- giving an apologetic smile, “Uh- how about a quick break?” The client happily agreed. Especially since it meant sweet relief- getting out of the chair to make a quick trip to the bathroom. Vanessa stood from her seat, carefully putting aside her tools and removing her gloves while her son was placed onto his feet by the man. “Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing out so early?”

“Dave picked me up! I got to go on the motorcycle!!” He greeted his mom with a hug, before running off to the cubby next door to see what his old pal Collin was up to.

“Wow- that's greeaat. After I had told him multiple times not to take my baby on that bike.” She gave Davis a spiteful grin, crossing her arms.

“Oh calm down. I was going the speed limit! He's fine, the new helmet fits perfectly.” Davis returned her smile with one of his own, giving a thumbs up.

With a sigh, Vanessa couldn’t seriously be mad. She was always happy to see her kid. “Thanks, Dave.. surprised you actually made it on time.”

Davis was one of their artists in the shop. He was a big guy- and with his bear-like appearance, many people were oftenly put off by him. But deep down- the guy is no scarier than a fly. With kids of his own, he was always looking out for her and Eli. Vanessa always saw Davis as Eli’s cool uncle, so naturally, she added him on the additional names list that were safe to pick up her son from school. days like this- he would surprise everyone by bringing the kid over. Sometimes without even telling Vanessa- him and Eli would take secret ice cream trips.

Probably good to not tell his wife either, he’s supposed to lay off the sweets.

“Yeah, me too. But the wife was getting tired of me snoring so I had to get my ass up. And! That means you can finish up this client and head on home yourself.” He gave her a stern pat on the shoulder.

“Well- I–” She was left a bit stunned. This was her last client after all, and normally she waits out the last remaining hours for anyone looking to make some bad life decisions- but considering now that she had her son around, it would be a good idea to get him out and about instead of being cooped up with a bunch of edgy artist. “Alright.. Just this once.”

-🕰️-

After wrapping and ringing up her last client, Vanessa had packed up her personal belongings before going around the shop with Eli to say their goodbyes to everyone. Holding his hand while they walked through the parking lot to their vehicle. Out of the array of motorcycles parked up front- she was the only SUV in the mix. Popping open the back door for Eli and helping buckle him in-

“Hey, how about we take Lady to the park early? That way mommy can stay up for movie night?”

Eli cheered with a loud “YEAAA!!” Park visits were his favorite time of the day- and he was already so eager to destroy ant hills and get covered in mud with their pup.

-🕰️-

Upon arriving at the park, Vanessa always allowed her son to venture off into the playground area with the other kids. She never strayed too far- just enough to keep close eyes on him while she walked around with Lady.

Per usual it was warm, and calming. She always felt her stress melt away underneath the sun. It reminded her of the beach- sunbathing over the crystal sand, listening to the roaring waves, and enjoying the fresh scent of sea salt…

Oh what a dream..

Her lips were curled into a blissful smile as she drifted off over the idea. Until the leash in her hand yanked her with a firm tug- enough to quite literally pull her back into reality.

“Lady—“

She was no match for a nearly 80 pound dog. It seemed like Lady’s attention was taken by playful barking coming from down the pathway- and she was taking Vanessa with her.

She spotted another dog up ahead- a Shiba Inu seemingly being chased by a man.

To avoid running into the pair, Vanessa did her best to hold back Lady. But it seems like her attempt at restraining her dog only made it worse- now both pups were avoiding their owners. Running in circles the closer they got- enough to entangle their leads tightly around Vanessa and the stranger.

Before she could get a word in, the man took them right out of her mouth- “oh, I’m so sorry!”

The moment she looked up, she got a clear view of his face- and by the gods was he stunning. Her face turned just as pink as her hair- making a nervous laugh as she spoke, “no no, oh my gosh! it’s my fault”

There was a short moment of the two just inspecting one another- I mean, it’s hard not to take a look when you’re tied up. She couldn’t help but gaze over his perfect, slick back blond hair, down to the unexpected eyebrow piercing- with the way he was dressed in semi formal attire, that silver jewelry sparked her curiosity.

As the dogs settled, she took the opportunity to snap out of it and bed down- nearly pressing their bodies against one another as she unclipped Lady’s leash from her collar. Now able to comfortably unravel herself from the mixup- stepping back with an apologetic smile. “I’m really sorry about that— lady just gets ahead of herself sometimes..”

She stood and watched as his dog was attempting to tug and yank away- but the guy was practically melted into the concrete.

“no, it’s my fault, bruce is so disobedient, i can never get him to listen,”

She laughed, “I’ve heard they’re a pretty stubborn breed.” Now rolling up Lady’s leash within her hands. Allowing her dog to roam freely and greet the other pup.

“I’m Vanessa, by the way.” She waited for a response- but it seemed like those last words completely flew over the guy's head. It was hard to pretend like she didn’t notice him staring her down. Not that she particularly- minded..

He was quite attractive after all, even if he had all eyes on her chest. But just to give the guy benefit of the doubt- she just took it as him looking over her visible tattoos.

Finally after an excruciating long moment of silence-

“so, do you come here with lady often?”

Yeah. Completely flew over the guys head.

“Yea, almost every evening. It's our little routine. What about you and bruce?” She had the idea that maybe taking the path might loosen the guy up- now walking side to side with him as the dogs explored ahead of them.

“first time here, actually,” he admitted. “we’re trying to get used to new places.”

“We?”

Considering that she brings Eli along- her first thought wasn’t Bruce. But honestly- she was hoping he meant the dog.

“yeah, i don’t venture out much..” he seemed almost embarrassed to admit it.

Cute.

Fuck- what? Cute? How is she already crushing on this guy- all because she thought his shy responses were attractive. Not only that but, if he was new around the place- it could be a good idea to give him a good first impression. Maybe he’ll come back often.. and there will be other opportunities of getting tangled in their dogs leashes again-

“maybe bruce and lady can become park buddies? she gets along well with other dogs.”

Seriously? Setting up the dogs on a date is the best idea you could come up with? She was honestly starting to feel embarrassed herself instead of just asking for the guys number-

He nodded, “i’d like that. and maybe you can show us the best spots around here.”

She was quick to respond- looking up to the unnamed man as their eyes met again. “I’d be happy to.”

And just as simple as that, they took the short stroll around the small park. With her being a frequent visitor, she introduced him to all the best spots. Especially those where she would just sit and relax in, away from a ton of crowds and screaming children. She hadn’t even noticed that she was going on and on about her experiences around the place- talking the poor guys head off. But, it was a first that she noticed he was actually.. listening.

He wasn’t all that responsive, but just based on his body language and eye contact, she could tell he was fully enticed by her. And damn did she adore that-

They took a short break- seating themselves down at a shaded park bench.

“I’m so sorry for going on and on- it’s nice having someone to talk to. especially to someone who doesn’t mind my rambling.”

“I enjoy your rambling. it’s refreshing.”

And he admitted to enjoying hearing her talking about a park of all things? Either this guy is just easily entertained- or she truly just scored a jackpot.

Though there was a slight pit in her chest- while he seemed perfectly interested, she worried that maybe he might just be considering taking this onto a one time thing. Flings were never- her interest. Though, hardly we’re committed relationships either. Trust was not something so easily shared.. but- for a split moment, they sat silently. Locking eyes as that worry lifted off her chest- she could feel their body heat radiation as he seemingly began to lean in closer.

“Mommy! Look what I found!”

Damnit.

She turned her head away- spotting her son Eli running up with a rock in hand. How could she hate him for interrupting- it was impossible with his scruffy face. “Woah! That’s wonderful, sweetheart.”

Oh- right—

“So sorry,” she turned back to the stranger, smiling proudly. “This is my son- Eli.”

Most of the time, she found it that men would dash away the second they found out she was a mother- but nonetheless, she was never ashamed of her son. He was her pride and joy after all.

But deep down- she was anxiously waiting for his reaction.

And to her surprise- he was.. smiling? It was a warming smile as well, as if the guy hardly even took it as a bad thing. She watched as the two interacted and talked back and forth.

And he’s good with kids? She questioned herself. Maybe it’s too good to be true-

—

Eli was never shy to strangers, promptly showing off the rock in his sand covered hands. “I’m gonna go find more!”

After Eli ran off to go dig around for more pebbles and stones, the two were left alone again.

“What a great kid..”

“Oh- thank you. He’s my entire world..”

his lack of response gave her the hint. She knew he was probably thinking about it- husband? Boyfriend? Anyone at all must be in the picture. But- he seemed almost surprised to hear her admit, “it’s not easy, you know. Being a single mom and trying to navigate everything..”

hopefully he got the memo-

She watched him nod, tension loosening. “I can only imagine. You’re doing an incredible job.”

Stunned by his response- she stared at him with an admirable expression. From all the men she’s ‘tried’ talking to.. no one’s ever told her that before- and like the other few times they gawked over one another, this time made her heartbeat ring in her ears. Almost Instinctively, their bodies were drawn to each other-

Noticing their eyes dart to one another's lips, she could hardly believe he was fully willing to try again for a kiss-

“mommy! look! lady is chasing dis dog!” And just like that, Eli once again cuts through their moment.

They both laugh over it- and damn, was his laugh enough to stab her right through the heart. For a guy who looked so quiet and stern, it definitely boosted his morale.

“Kids, right?” She jokes, embarrassingly.

He only made her excitement worse by unexpectedly reaching out- moving a few loose strands of her hair out from her face and tucking it carefully behind her ear. “Yeah, they have great timing.”

Now her heart is beating in places it shouldn’t be-

With her cheeks darker than her hair, her eyes darted downward. “Look, um- maybe we can pick this up another time? When it’s a bit- quieter?” To hide her flustered expression, she tried to cover it with a friendly smile-

“I’d like that.”

Is she serious? Swooning over this guy who she didn’t even have a name on- wait- what was this guys name anyways?

“Hey- I never got your na-“

Instead of being interrupted by the five year old, this time it was a loud ringtone. Coming from his phone-

“Ah- sorry-“ he stumbled over himself, reaching into his pocket to check the contact calling him-

Vanessa paused as she saw his expression grow almost.. irritated. Clearly whoever was calling, wasn’t his favorite person. So much so that he actually- declined the call. Lowering his phone into his lap.

“What were you saying?”

Must just be bad timing- “oh, I was just going to ask for your-“

His phone went off again.

This time, she caught the name of the contact-

Jia Taylor

Wife? girlfriend? No, don't jump to conclusions- for all she knows, it could be his sister, or a colleague from work- hell, maybe even his mom?

It seemed like each time he tried to decline, this Jia person would just call right back. Eventually his frustration grew enough to apologize- “sorry. I just have to take this really quick-“

Vanessa nodded politely as he finally answered the current call. All he said was- “Hello?”

And the other end of the call went off. She was loud- not loud enough for Vanessa to understand what was being said, but enough for the poor guy to stretch away and try and keep distance- responding with a few muttered words.

She tried not to eavesdrop. Just putting her focus on watching Eli throw sticks for the dogs to chase.

It didn’t seem like they had a long conversation- he stood as he ended the call, tucking his phone away. “Again, really sorry. It’s um- work related..”

She had a bit of suspicion by his hesitation- but pushed it aside, standing as well. “I understand if you need to go- I have to take Eli back home for dinner anyways. It was nice to meet you..”

“Likewise..”

Cmon. Ask.. his number- name, anything??

“Mom mom! Can we have pizza today??”

Eli.. she smiled, handing her son Lady’s leash. “Of course.. do me a favor and put this on Lady? Then we can go get pizza..”

“Okay!” He excitedly snagged it from her hands, running over to the giant Doberman. Despite being such a massive breed compared to the kid- she was always so gentle and obedient with him. Sitting down the second he came over- and letting him clip her leash on.

“Bruce!” He called out, getting the shiba to trot over.

Considering there was no more room for talk, she gave the stranger a final smile goodbye.

“See you again sometime?”

He nodded, “Yeah.. I think I just found a new favorite spot.”

~

That night started like every other. Vanessa and Eli hung out on their small living room couch, devouring an entire small pizza together while the credits from their watched movie rolled on the TV screen.

She had carried Eli to bed, tucking him in while Lady laid guarded at the end of his bed.

She leaned down and left a soft kiss goodnight on his forehead, moving aside a few strands of hair from his face. Each and every time she did that, she was reminded of his father.. mostly due to the kid being a splitting image of the unspoken man. She hated it. She hated that her son had to live without a dad in the picture.

Was it selfish? To hate having to spend every aching moment worried for her kid? Even if she asked for a break, she would feel guilty taking it. If anything were to happen to her, he would have no one else to take care of him..

Maybe all this time, Colin was right about it all. That she needed to branch out and find someone to trust.

But- why was the stranger who she had met at the park the first thought to pop into her head?

Afterall, she didn’t even get the guys name.

On her way to bed, she loomed over the thought. Staring blindly into the ceiling. Would she even ever run into him again?

Wouldn’t that be something..

no way.

She sighed, replaying today's events- His cunning smile, hypnotic voice, and rich vanilla cologne.. she can only imagine if his lips tasted the same.

Fuck.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

Anyways!! I’m not the best at writing but Sim has inspired me to get back into the hobby 👍 hopefully I can post some more fics of my other characters in the future! Ty for reading :)

[underwater-i-will-go]

this is it. this is my call. all fiction pickford x maguire under the cut.

"you did well. unfortunate that was is all." jordan says as he's packing his bag, or throwing everything in, whether dirty or clean really. harry stands in the door frame, arms crossed. he cried just minutes before, coming to jordan's room for some comforting words from his longtime friend. but jordan's been having it - told him that before. "this will keep happen when you let ten hag treat you like dogshit. don't fuck it up with southgate, too." harry's owngoal tonight was the only time scotland could score, but since it was "only" a friendly many fans of both countries took it rather lightly. some, of course, didn't, seeing it as yet another opportunity to drag his name through the dirt once more.

"unfortunate? well easy for you to say. you didn't even play tonight!" harry exclaimed, not receiving the comfort he'd originally come here for. "no need to, rambo had nothing to do anyway. the gaffer only plays him when it doesn't matter." jordan said zipping his bag and clearing some empty cans off the bedside table. it's around 5am, they should be asleep but jordan likes to be ready on time. plus the missus had him clean after himself these past few years, he used to not care much about leaving his hotel rooms looking absolutely disastrous.

"bloody hated that one. can't do nothing right can i." harry tried everything to get jordan's attention at this point, even going as far as pitying himself in front of england's number one. jordan sighted, taking off his shirt to get changed. "will you stop with the fucking self pity already? you're not the only one having a shit season mate. seen where everton are right now. that's right. pull yourself together man." jordan unzipped his bag once more, looking for a new shirt to change into as he noticed the one he just wore had a yogurt stain on it. "yes but when your club is in shambles they don't only blame you, they blame me when i don't even play!" jordan rolled his eyes. "unfortunate, isn't it? you haven't read the comments about me then, have ya." harry became more and more frustrated, angry almost, he had no idea what's gotten into jordan today, usually he'd be more comforting and understanding, but today he's cold and seems to be lost in his own thoughts.

"you're so full of shit, jordan. that's not what i came here for, you know. more criticism. you could be a little more ... i don't know." jordan had now finally found a shirt and pulled it over his head. "don't-" he looked over to harry "don't what?" harry let his eyes wander over jordan's naked torso "leave it off. let me that at least." jordan laughed, a little sarcastically. "when you can't have comforting words from me, this is what you go for, huh?" harry nodded "kind of. can't get anything else out of you today, can i." jordan pulled his shirt back over his head and threw it onto his still messy and unmade bed. "i miss you sometimes, ya know. been a while." harry said as jordan sat down onto the bed, his hands falling into his lap. "alright. get it off then." jordan said "then come here." harry wasn't sure if jordan was being serious now - he'd teased him about their past more often then he'd like. how he used to not get enough of jordan, always all over him he was.

"you taking the piss? really?" jordan nodded. "like you said, it's been a while, hasn't it." jordan motioned him to come over. "you got tanned over the summer i see." and indeed harry had gotten a little tan, his arms more than the rest of his body though. "so did you, always burn first before you tan" harry said now standing above jordan, hands in his soft hair. jordan shook his head "don't take the piss now" harry's hand cupped his face gently "i like it when it's not gelled down, like you wore it during the euros. liked that." jordan pushed harry's hand out of his face "getting in me face, bothers me ... alright. get on your knees then." harry immediately did as he was told, obedient as ever. he was now sat between jordan's legs, awaiting commands like a dog. "can't even be a leader here, can ya. need me to tell you what to do, eh?" harry nodded, his hands on either side of jordan's thighs, small blonde hairs erecting under harry's careful touch. "pull them off then" harry slipped his fingers into the waistband of jordan's trousers and pulled them down to his knees, his cock already half hard. "make me hard. use your hand. the right one." harry wanted nothing more than to get his mouth on jordan - his lips or his cock, he didn't care. he missed his taste. the taste of the lip balm he used a couple years back, wondered if he still used the same. harry lifted his hand and reached for jordan's cock, when he was suddenly stopped meeting with jordan's hand on his wrist. "you're all shaky ... need assistance?" harry nodded, feeling his own cock get hard by his words only. jordan smiled, directing his hand towards his cock. he spit into harry's hand and made him form a fist "that's right." jordan now jerked himself off using harry's hand, holding onto his wrist tightly. "missed your big hands ... so big." jordan wanted to close his eyes and enjoy harry's soft hands around his cock, but the sight of harry, a little nervous, but so eager, just added to his arousal. one hand holding harry's wrist in place, the other gently ruffling his hair, he felt in full control of the man in front of him, so vulnerable.

not much longer until jordan came, a loud, relieving groan escaping his lips. he finally let go of harry's wrist, him just carelessly wiping off jordan's cum on his shirt. "thanks for that mate." harry smiled "do you think kieran heard you? you were pretty noisy." jordan chuckled "probably thought i had wank, he doesn't really care. always in my room he is anyway. prick." the two shared a few awkward glances and a full minute of silence before harry got back up. "so. international break's over then. guess i won't be seeing yous in a while." he sounded upset almost, but he's doing that almost every time after they spent a little while together. pathetic he is.

"just another month, harry. just another month. if you behave until then you'll be rewarded, i'll be watching you closely." harry's eyes lit up. "i will." jordan laughs "that means no owngoals, though. we clear?" harry nodded. "don't mention that again." when harry had already lost hope that he'd get to feel jordan under his lips today, he finally pulled him in for a quick kiss, but what was meant to be a quick peck on the lips, turned out to be a long, quite sensual event. hands on each others waists, necks, asses. one that was hard to pull away from, but both knew that they'd eventually have to quit. awkwardness stuck in the air again as soon as their lips parted. "still using that same lip balm..." harry said looking into jordan's eyes, his pupils dilated in pleasure "shut up prick."

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

Being a night person who’s raised by a morning person often leads to literal abuse beyond the verbal and lack of access to things.

So, context of how much of a night owl I am. I remember being 3 years old and sleeping till noon if left to my own devices. This worked great when I convinced my parents I could be trusted to get myself to daycare (5 houses down) on my own. And I just would lie to the adults when I got there “I’ve been here all day! Playing outside! Can I have my lunch please?”. It worked. Kindergarten was a rude awakening though.

I literally didn’t sleep during the week when I was in school. Sunday-Thursday: no sleep. Because I COULDN’T fall asleep. And then I had to be up at 6am to get ready for school, feed myself, and catch a bus by 6:30. I’d barely hit the point where I could begin to fall asleep regardless of how tired I was by the time I had to be up.

I literally wore a uniform to school for years at a school that DIDN’T HAVE A UNIFORM because it was one less thing to take time and brainpower in the morning. That was a minimum of 10 more minutes I could be laying down pretending to sleep.

I didn’t do makeup either. Usually had a haircut I didn’t have to do more than brush. Same reason. I still don’t brush my teeth in the morning because I’d cut it out for, you guessed it, 2 more minutes laying down.

I always showered at night because I was awake enough and had the time. Ain’t no time for that in the morning.

Then on Friday night, I got to stay up and spend time with my dad and my older sister who’d come home from college for the weekend (nearly every weekend). And on Saturday, I’d (usually) get to sleep till I was ready to wake up. Which, considering I hadn’t slept for days, was a long ass time. When I did wake up, there would be no food left from breakfast and several passive aggressive comments about it. Then on Sunday, my morning person mom would force me awake for church.

I literally convinced mom that I wanted to attend the only historically black Lutheran church in my city because it still had an 11am start time from back when the mom’s all had to get white families ready for church first. I did like that church, but my motivation to attend that one and drive across the city for it was all about sleep. I only knew about it because my family had attended that church for a few years when I was very little so my brother could go to their school for free. You know what I remembered about it despite being 5 last time I’d been there? I didn’t have to wake up till 9-10am to go to that one. Any other church nearby would have been a 7am wake-up call.

I manipulated every aspect of my life that I possibly could using lying or plain neglect of my personal health to try and be able to survive the morning person world I was stuck in. But it didn’t make mornings easy to deal with.

On summer and winter breaks, I’d go walk around the neighborhood at night and climb trees and look at the moon, or read till I could finally sleep. Unless this was a “I’m gonna fix you” summer.

One summer when I was 11, mom shipped me off to live with her best friend 2-3 hour drive away for a dyslexia program. Mom expressed she was doubly thrilled because said friend enforced a mandatory 9am wake up time every day regardless of schedule. “This will fix your problem!” Literally I just spent the summer tired and bullied (her daughter was a bully and literally my first rapist.) but I did learn enough about spelling that I went from a 2nd grade to 12th grade reading level. But yeah. I remember being up till 5am every night because that’s when my body let me try and sleep usually.

Another summer, mom asked me to help her start a garden. This was fair. Mom is disabled and couldn’t do a lot of the beginning work of a garden. So I helped. I did the physical labor to turn the soil, add fertilizer, plant the seeds, etc. I was even prepared to go out and weed the garden once a week or something.

The next morning, she’s waking me up at 8am. “You have to go and water the garden!” She proclaims with clear joy and pep only a morning person or actor can muster that early. “No? It’s your garden. Watering is your job.” “But I can’t! You have to do it for me. You promised!”

1. I didn’t promise to maintain her guarded. I promised to help her with the physical labor beyond her physical capabilities.

2. Watering the garden DID NOT fall into that category because she could access and operate the garden hose just fine. She may have been slow about it, but she could absolutely do it.

3. If it had been a once in a while “I’m having a flare and feeling bad” or if she’d been hospitalized again, I would have watered her garden for her. No problem. But I’m not doing it for her every day. This was HER hobby. Not mine.

So, when she insisted I had to be the one to do this for her every day which meant waking up early because it “had” to be done when the sun was barely up, I picked up my pillow and blanket and went to sleep on the couch in the basement where she couldn’t follow me and couldn’t continue to easily harass me.

The garden died before it even started to grow. Mom didn’t want help with a hobby. She wanted me to be a morning person.

Another summer, my morning person mom was so upset about my lazy sleep schedule she tried to fix it with abuse.

She decided I would stay awake 2 full days and one full night in-between without even laying down and resting (which I did at least do during school weeks). Literally not allowed in my bed or to lay down until it was 9pm at the earliest on the 2nd day. Surprise surprise. This did NOT “fix” my sleep schedule. It just made me angry and meant I watched The Titanic a lot because some channel had it on every night for a month.

Another summer, my sister’s boarding school was also a fine arts summer camp, and she was working at the camp over the summer. She managed to pull some strings and get me a 6 week spot in their 3D art program. Every morning at 6:30am, we were all woken up, sent outside to gather around a flag-less flagpole, and sing a song “I’m alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic” over and over until they deemed us awake and enthusiastic enough to tell us the morning news. Then we’d eat breakfast, get ready for our stuff, clean our cabins, and head off to our individual classes. This was every day except Sunday for 6 weeks. The one time mom came to visit my sister and I during this adventure, she commented “this is great! You’re gonna have a healthy sleep schedule finally!” It didn’t change my default sleep schedule.

At one point, my mom started to suspect that maybe there was an actual medical underlying issue causing me not to be able to sleep. So she set me up with a sleep study. It came back with no issues. Nothing wrong with me whatsoever. My other problem was them asking “did you sleep?” When they put me in a completely dark room with no way of telling if time was passing or if I’d just slept and woken up without dreaming or noticing time didn’t pass. Very unhelpful.

But mom doubled down after that. Volunteered me to stay with my principal for a week in the summer and a week in the winter to look after and protect her from her chickens. Mom’s logic was “my sleep schedule is great because I was a farm kid and had to take care of cows. You’re a city kid. Send you to take care of time sensitive animals!” The week in winter turned into a month due to an ice storm. These adventures in “why I hate chickens and think we should eat them to keep them humble” did not fix my sleep schedule. It just meant I slept on a floor, in a sleeping bag, getting wood chips in my sleeping bag because the house didn’t have HVAC but a wood burning stove in the living room for warmth, and had to try and sleep with my principal on the only couch in the house 6 feet from me, while I Dream Of Jeanie or Bewitched played ALL night right above my head. And I was late for school every day. Because I was exhausted and not even sleeping on weekends in this environment. For a month. Not to mention the school work (high school and colllege) and part time job I was working.

This doesn’t even BEGIN to cover the passive aggressive way she’d wake up at 5:30-6am every day and turn on the morning news. She would turn the TV up as loud as it could possibly go “because I’m hard of hearing and it’s loud when I’m cooking! I need to be able to hear it!”

It was so loud the house would vibrate. I learned to sleep through this.

She didn’t care that she could just catch the same news an hour later while she was eating the breakfast she was eating and at a reasonable level. She didn’t turn the TV down when she sat down to eat anyway. Which is wild, because she always kept the TV loud but never THAT loud except for the morning news. She was trying to wake everyone up to match her schedule. I had to sit in the dinning room with that TV while I ate breakfast for school. At that volume. It’s a miracle IM not deaf. And people wonder why I talk so loud.

For context, she only did this to me. The rest of my family is full of night owls, but somehow, I was the problem.

She didn’t feel she could go after dad directly. My sister was the “golden child” and despite being a night owl with an obvious alcohol problem by 15, she did everything she was expected to often before she was asked and didn’t struggle with health issues, neurodivergency that anyone could pin point, or any of the other things that made me and my brother “problems.”

My brother is a night owl, but if you put him on a routine, he will begin to stick to it. It’s how he functions. Grandma put him on a sleep schedule when he was less than a year old and mom only had to correct it 2 or 3 times when the school wake-up time changed. So he’d stay up super late but then get up without issue or complaint the next day. So he was a problem child that got him shipped off to live with my aunt and uncle in another state one year, but his sleep schedule didn’t register to my mom as an issue.

But me? I couldn’t read at 2 years old and manage my own homeschooling like my sister could. I couldn’t be quickly forced into a routine like my brother.

So mom got creative.

And the creativity was toxic at best. Abusive at worst.

“But help-help, this is a reflection of your mom, not morning people.” Yes it is. Everyone above gave perfect clear examples of how morning people oppress night people on the macro. I gave you a specific and brutal example of the micro. They are the same issue. The same oppression.

(This also didn’t cover the naps she would take in the middle of the day. She didn’t have a job after I was in 4th grade, because, again, disabled. So she would wake up super early, do her morning routine, get me and dad out the door, then sit down in a recliner in front of the TV with reading material and the dog in her lap. She’d be asleep before noon. Then would STAY asleep until well after I got home. Because I was nice enough to try and let her sleep if I could. She’d wake up when dad got home and threw a fit that she hadn’t done even the dishes that day. And she’d be in bed again by 9 or 10. If I had to call her from school for an emergency, I had to really hope said emergency happened in first or second period so mom would be awake to hear the phone ring. I often was stranded places FOR HOURS alone and at night (college campuses where choir rehearsal took place) because she fell asleep and didn’t come and get me. One time, this got me in trouble with the front office. It was a half day and she said she was picking me up so don’t take the bus. I figured this was within her awake schedule. So I didn’t take the bus. And she didn’t show up. And she didn’t answer the phone. The lady at the front desk was supposed to be in an all staff meeting but was stuck watching me and mad about it and lecturing me. I was there till when school was supposed to let out normally when mom finally showed up. Of course, she’d slept through it. She apologized over and over but really? I didn’t want an apology. I wanted to not be stranded all the time because of her naps. She knew she’d fall asleep, why not set an alarm? Her alarm clock work her up just fine at 6am. I used to make the jokes to other kids who were occasionally late to being picked up from choir “so your parents don’t love you either, huh?” It wasn’t till my last year in that choir that they mandated an adult stay with the kids till they were picked up. I’m assuming I finally made the joke to the wrong kid. That was also the only year mom convinced dad to take some of the responsibility to come get me after rehearsal. So I only pissed off the choir adults one day a week instead of two unless there was a performance I was also going to be picked up late from. No cellphone of my own during any of this, by the way. If something had gone wrong, I would have just been gone. Survival was on me.)

Ok wait let her speak

[mercyburned]

number 17 for roleplaying habits!

Biggest obstacle to writing every day is definitely energy / mental load. I’m a middle school teacher and while I only teach 24 students specifically (I teach ESL/English as a second language), I know and interact with at least 100+ other kids every day. And I try really hard to be present and attentive and to advocate for my kids, to listen to what’s going on in their lives, to remember the things they share with me. I’ve also been fighting with the school since day one to give me control over the curriculum and reading list but I actually finally won that fight this week, so next year I have complete control over everything. (The lesson here is do not be quiet even when they shush you. Especially if you have ground to stand on, be a pain in the ass about your convictions until someone starts hearing you.)

The thing is that between teaching, the paperwork (fuck the paperwork), and everything else, I’m often left without a lot of mental energy, or even physical energy, by the end of the day. Even though I’m almost always around to plot / chat, I just don’t always have the energy to write. Becoming a first-year teacher has really hit me in the face with a bag of bricks as far as exhaustion and mental load goes, even though I try very hard to also leave work at work. I don’t even bring grading home, I don’t bring anything home unless it’s like my personal project thing I’m working on. I usually just play games / cook to decompress and then it’s off to bed. I have to go to bed early because I have to be up at 5am.

Anyway, I’m around even if you don’t see me posting on the dash. I feel like my lack of open / constant availability makes it harder to find writing partners, but honestly, that’s something I’ve made peace with because despite the struggles I actually do love my job a lot. It’s the only job I’ve had that really felt meaningful. THAT SAID, I definitely miss writing as much as I used to and I’m hoping that once I sleep for a week at the end of the year in June, I’ll be able to spend the summer catching up. 😂

[0daytrick0]

Life update

Well... It's been a while since I wrote personally on here. Safe to say, as per usual, alot has indeed happened.

The new year has begun, and in doing so, my biggest highlight so far (and most recent) and being hospitalized...

I have never really had any reason to go to a hospital other than when my siblings were born and that one time my pop was in there due to health reasons. Other than that, never had any reason to go to them. So, to all of a sudden be hospitalized myself, it was a little scary to say the least.

A week back I ended up catching the flu off my partner. He had it pretty bad, had to take a week off work and still was in recovery the week after with a bad cough and sweats. But I happened to get it towards the end of his first week back at work. And it was intense.

I remember waking up Wednesday morning for work and I almost couldn't get out of bed. Everything ached and I just felt really damn off. I shrugged it off as having bad sleep and went to work. As the day progresses however, I started feeling worse. Dizzy, light headed, sore and a mad migraine. Towards lunch after I had something to eat I felt a lot better. But it wasn't until I went home and laid in bed I crashed. It was so sudden and abrupt. But I could no longer get out of bed without the world spinning. I had no choice but to call in sick to work the next day and again on Friday. Everything ached. I couldn't get comfortable. I was sweating despite shivering. It's currently summer and we have the aircon running 24/7 but I was so cold I turned it off. My partner came home late and he freaked out as it was just so damn hot that I could of died from heatstroke. But I felt so damn cold. The weekend sucked and it wasn't until Tuesday I started feeling a little better but still very ill.

It's such a hard thing to describe how I felt once the flu did pass. Obviously with the flu you have your headaches, aching bones, nausea ect. But how I felt Tuesday. It was none of those symptoms but I felt so Ill. So Ill in fact that I would go for a hot bath and almost couldn't get out on my own. I still couldn't eat and had no appetite whatsoever.I would be coughing constantly and would find majority off the time I couldn't breath. I couldn't take a full breath without coughing my lungs up. So I was constantly trying to breath on shallow fast breaths. I ended up losing my voice a couple of days prior when I had the flu and just tossed it down to coughing too much and straining my vocal cords.

It wasn't until Wednesday around lunch time when my partner was at work and I was attempting to have a conversation with my friend that she rocked up at my house and rushed me to ED. As soon as I got there I was admitted immediately due to having low saturation levels with my oxygen and was put onto oxygen straight away.

After getting an x-ray and having the doctors listen to my chest I ended up having bronchitis. My immune system was so weak from the virus that I ended up getting a bacterial infection in my lungs and it was why I couldn't breath. Because I couldn't breath I wasn't getting enough oxygen in my blood which led me to feel like death itself even after the flu went away.

They kept me over night in ED (which is the noisiest place ever) on the hope they could discharge me the next day. I stayed in oxygen all night and only ended up sleeping for two hours. Which didn't help my case for recovering.

Throughout the night they took my stats and they were not looking good. High heart rate, low saturation levels, high temperature. I ended up staying in ED all day and it was around 9pm that night they sent me up to medical ward and I was officially admitted into the hospital.

What was weird is that once I was up there they didn't give me any oxygen. Which was the whole reason I couldn't go home yet (as I depended on it too much). So it was very weird. By that point I was exhausted and finally being in a dark quiet room I feel asleep instantly. Around 5am I was awoken by a nurse to take my stats and they did not look pretty.

My temperature was high and my heart rate was still sitting close to 100 despite being in rest. But my saturation level was worst of all sitting at 89. Now, with your saturation levels, being a young healthy woman like myself, it should be sitting above 98. I was sitting at 89... Which is not good at all apparently. The nurse immediately put me on oxygen and upped the percentage of oxygen I get pretty high. I was sitting at a 4. Which was already higher than what I was sitting on when I was in ED. I was then pumped full of antibodies through an IV and had to take tablets throughout the day. I still didn't have much if an appatite, so just chose not to eat. Instead I drank lots of water to make up for it.

Nurse would come to take my stats about every 4 hours and they just were not getting better.

When the doctors came they made me go for a walk with the stat machine and my levels dropped so quick. They made me walk back to bed and go straight back on the oxygen.

In between all this my partner would visit me as much as he could. It sucked as I was in a room with 4 other woman with meerly a curtain seperating me. There was no chair in my little space so my partner would have to squeeze in the bed with me. I had no window and was restricted to just enough space for my bed. The three woman in my room were all basicly bed bound and had at least 50 years on me minimum. So I kept to myself. These woman were also very cranky individuals and would often yell at the nurses and not allow them to do their jobs. So I felt very uncomfortable majority of the time.

What made matters worse was the bathrooms. There was only one bathroom that was shared with everyone. It had 3 toilet stalls and 2 showers. From the hallway you had a clear view of the bathroom itself. The toilet stall doors were very high off the ground and had massive gaps on either sides of the door. So people could easily see you if they looked. The showers had curtains that were very short. So you definitely couldn't put your stuff on the floor and bend down to grab it without showing full cheeks.

It felt very uncomfortable and inhumain when I had diarrhoea from the antibiotics and had an old woman taking a shower with the curtain open and an old man in the toilet stall in the middle.

I had no privacy and felt like I was in a mental asylum. To be derived of basic rights. And being the youngest woman on the ward did not make me feel any better. I didn't do much as feel 'unsafe' but more 'uncomfortable' and 'gross'.

There was one bathroom that was private. It had a shower and toilet in it and the door couldn't easily be unlocked from the outside. But the room was more for bed bound patients that had to be transfered to a "bath bed" so that they could be washed. I didn't want to be that person with diarrhoea taking up the main bathroom the nurses use for patients just so I could have a little privacy.

Anyway, to steer the story back on track, it wasn't until Sunday that my stats looked a little better. They slowly weened me off the oxygen to the point I didn't need it anymore. And they noticed that if I took deep breaths through my nose when they did my stats, my saturations levels and heart rate wasn't so bad. Still not great. But not terrible. My temperature ended up going back to normal not long after I was dumped in surgical ward. And upon doing my walk with the doctors on Sunday, my stats weren't plumiting like they were. They were definitely still sitting low, but upon going back to my bed and breathing deep, I was able to bring it back up to a satisfying level without the need of oxygen up my nose. My heart rate was still shooting for the stars going to 180 just from walking. But I could also bring it back down upon focusing on my breathing. They ended up testing my heart to make sure it was healthy. Then I did an MRI.

Can I just say, coming from a person who has never had one before. THEY SUCK. I'm not a claustrophobic person. But needing to lay very still on that bed and having them osub you into this spinning skinny contraption. It's scary. I ended up having to close my eyes and focus on my breathing. On top of that they inject you with something that makes you feel like your peeing your pants. And you get this aweful taste at the back of your throat. All while being in this massive, cramped, loud contraption. It was just aweful.

I was so glad when it was over.

I had to wait a couple of hours but finally one of the doctors came in and told me to go home. They were worried that there would be blood clots in my lungs upon seeing the MRI but I just had an excess amount of fluid buildup. Which can be removed through antibiotics. They said I was healthy enough to go home but had to take it easy for the next 7 days to allow my lungs to recover. I wouldn't be fit for work and would have to see my gp before returning to work.

It being Wednesday, I am already feeling 10x better. I still can't do all my normal things like cleaning and cooking without being out of breath. But the doctors did they it could take up to 6 weeks to recover fully from the bronchitis. I don't feel out of breath from getting up and walking to the toilet or to get a drink. But do find if I try and clean I will start to feel weird and have to sit down to focus on my breathing.

It's been tough. And I never again want to stay in a hospital ever again. But I go through it. And I really got to see my partners and best friend's true colours. My partner did everything while I was in hospital. Cleaning the house, feeding the dogs, washing clothes, bringing me food and fresh clothes. He went above and beyond for me. And this was inbetween his studies for Tafe (which have been intense to say the least). Even after coming home he is still doing everything and doesn't expect me to do a thing. Despite having a whole week off and him lucky to have an hour for himself, he still going above and beyond for me. He even found time to buy me chocolates for Valentine's Day today despite us having nothing planned. He's just so sweet and has proved just how right he is for me.

My friend on the other hand forced me to go to the hospital as she just knew something wasnt right. And she was right. She stuck by my side once I was admitted until my partner could come. Then would constantly text me to see how I'm doing. Upon being discharged she helped drive me around town to get my medication and even bought me sushi before dropping me home.

To have these two people in my life go above and beyond for me when I need it most. To help me no questions ask. No debts to be repaid. To be there for me more than my family ever has or ever could... I am just so damn greatful for them. For them to drop everything when there is trouble. To look after me. To just be there. I never thought I could ever have anything like this. Especially when I couldn't have it with my own family. But to have it with my partner. To have it with my best friend. To finally have people that would literally take a bullet for me. It's literally all anyone needs in life. You can get through anything knowing you have someone that has your back. Through thick and thin. To be graced with not just an amazing loving partner but a dedicated friend. I could go through hell and back as long as I have them by my side. Shannon, Sophie. You pair are my rocks. You tie my soul to this plane and push me to reach my potential. To push me to WANT to reach my full potential. To be able to have someone to fall back on when all else fails. Nothing in the world can beat it. On-top of it all, they are just both genuinely awesome people. My partner is one of the most dedicated and motivated people I know. Anything he wants he will get. He will push himself to have it. To achieve it. It's never a matter of 'how' but meerly an issue of 'when'. When will he achieve it? He is so loving and thoughtful. So clearminded and focused. He's very level headed and intelligent. He's got all the street smarts. And just by introducing himself to a person he can already tell what type of person they are. What type of people they hang out with. Their personalities and morals. It's honestly a super power.

My best friend, she is the strongest yet kindest person I know. She's one to always say sorry but doesn't let people fuck her around. She too is very clear minded knowing what she wants. And for her it's the same as my partner. It's not an issue of 'how' but a matter of 'when'. She is patient and thoughtful. And will drop everything for the people she cares about. She is selfless and caring. And above all else can be a hot head at times but can be really quiet. She can be at both ends of a spectrum at the same time and never ceases to amaze me with her talents and ideas.

I tend to be an introvert and can tire of people very easily. Often being disgusted by them if I'm around them for too long. But these two individuals. I never can get enough of them. I honestly cannot picture my life without them nor do I ever want to.

Long story short, this year has been quite a ride already. And it's only February. But once again my friend and partner has proven themselves to be worth more than a thousand galaxies. I've had a shit run so far but these two have really made it so much more easier.

Shannon. I want to marry you one day. I want to start a family with you and grow old with you.

Sophie. I want to never move too far away from you. I want our kids to be best friends and I want to be those two crazy grannies on a front porch screaming at the youngins.

[undergradinlife]

September 19th

Hey James,

Do you remember when we were younger? We never lived very close so we would call each other and have recap sessions where we talked about the people as if they were characters in a TV show. We made bets on who would last through each "season". Well, the last season of my life has been a high point for me. I still haven't caught you up, but I met some of the most important people of my life recently, and I wish you could've been there to see it. In March, my life started again, which is right after I met Will.

Will was ten years older than me. I’d never drank much, especially not during my relationship, but he did. I met Will in February when I started my new job. He was the first person I felt comfortable actually talking to, and I looked forward to seeing him every night  when I showed up to work. Will’s smile was contagious, and there wasn’t one girl at my work who didn’t have a crush on him. In the beginning, he chose me. Nothing ever happened, but we would joke around, flirt, and talk throughout every shift. The first night that I went out for drinks with people was in early March, before I’d gotten my first paycheck. After every invite, I would give a maybe and then go home. One night I was visibly upset, probably about something Daniel had said or done, and Will told me that I was going out with him that night and I couldn't say no. I told him that my first paycheck hasn't come in and he told me not to worry, just one drink and he’d pay. After four drinks and three tacos he’d bought me, he drove me home. I was drunker and happier than I’d ever been, and even now I think of it as one of the best nights. This began a series of nights out, drinking with Will and our coworkers, where he would drive me home as the bar closed every time. Once we got to my apartment, we would talk for hours until eventually deciding to get food together. I usually got home at 5am and fell asleep with a smile on my face and a full heart.

This was fleeting, and eventually he stopped driving me home, stopped sitting with me when everyone went out, and finally, after a while, stopped treating me like I was special at work. This was the first heartbreak I’d faced after leaving Dan, and it hurt more than I could deal with. I stopped going out again around May, and my life was suddenly very small again. It was only two weeks ago now that everything fell apart, the last time I saw Will. But that's not important right now, not yet.

As July began, I started hanging out with another fleeting love I’d have named Nora. After I stopped going out in May, I got used to my routine. I was mostly unhappy and very lonely, but I was familiar with everything in my life and that was enough. On July 8th, this changed and the rest of my summer became a fever dream. Nora had invited me out a few times before, but I’d always said no for one reason or another, because I didn’t want to go to the bar that everyone else at work would go to. Nora told me that we were going somewhere else and i could meet all her friends, so I became excited and said we would. Lots of drinks and lots of dancing later, I was happy again. I found out that night that Nora did cocaine, but I was just happy to be out and have people who wanted to be around me so I didn’t care. As long as I stayed away from it I was fine, and that’s what I did. She told me that the afterparty was at her friend's house, but I’d promised Dan that I’d see him later that night said I couldn’t. When Dan found out that some of the people we hung out with that night were men, he told me that I wasn’t allowed to go out again. I told him that we weren’t dating and it didn’t matter what he thought, and we got into a screaming match that night on the street. This was the night that I let him know we were over for good. 

The rest of the summer, I hung out with Nora almost every single night, no matter what day of the week it was. We went to house parties, bars, and clubs. We drank a lot. When we finally decided on a few key spots we liked to grab drinks, I decided that I would drive us home. This was not something that I’m proud of, but I never had more than two drinks over the span of 4 hours if I was doing this, so I justified it to myself. Will used to always drive me home after drinks. Nora was friends with Will before I'd known either of them. Everyone was friends with Will, how could you not be? Will quit his job on July 29th and I still thought about him all the time. I was happy, and I was becoming a much more open person than I'd ever been. This was all leading up to two weeks ago, the high point of my life, but I wasn't there yet. There's still some more catching up to do.

This was the best summer of my life- crazy, fast paced, and full of music and drinks with friends. We could've had summers like this. When we were younger we would go to the beach and do karaoke at the local bars. We would run around as the sun set and stay up until the sky was so dark you could see all the stars. Nora reminded me of that, but she was fast and crazy and couldn't be slowed down. Sometimes, at the end of the night I'd go outside and stare at the stars for a moment, wondering where you went and if you'd be happy for me.

Staring at the stars tonight,

undergradinlife

[the-endless-storm]

how are you?

what flower would you like to be given?

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

what’s your ideal date?

hugs or hand-holding?

Right now, I’m a bit tired but I’m also apprehensive of not being able to get much sleep tonight, because it's a Sunday and I always struggle to sleep going into Monday. And I have to be up at 5am to get to work so I’m apprehensive of being really tired in the morning too. But I’ve had a good day overall, started watching The Witcher which was good.

I’m not overly interested in flowers, I think they're pretty in their natural environment but at home in a jar I'd just forget about them. So I’d you wanted to give me flowers, I’d want hardy ones that can go in the garden and not require much hard work to keep them alive. Or plastic ones. Or a bag of self raising flour, at least I could make a cake.

Ok, first of all that's SIX THINGS! That's cheating! But since you sent me the asks, I will do all six.

I do not look my age. A lot of people underestimate my true age, often by about 10 years and get surprised when I tell them the truth. I don’t have any skin care regime, I am not a healthy person either. This means the ritual sacrifices are paying off.

I tan quite nicely, but I don’t like being in the sun for too long so unfortunately I’m always a bit pasty even in the summer. But it means I don’t burn too easily when I do get stuck in it.

I’m an introvert, so if you want to go on a big adventure you can count me out, but if staying in and watching a movie under a blanket while eating snacks is your thing, let's do it.

I am sarcastic, tend to be quite blunt and have no filter usually at the worst times. I’ve been described as “mean”, but a friend said I “don’t say mean things with the intention of hurting people, but say mean things in jest to help break the tension”. I would never be outwardly mean to someone hurting, but if they were a friend that knows what I’m like, a bit of acerbic humour does relieve the tension.

I’m a good listener and I try to give the best advice I can even when I’m giving it for something I have no experience of. People come to me and ask for advice for lots of things, and I don’t know why, but they keep coming back so I must be doing something right.

I’ve been told I have a nice dick. I’m sorry, I can’t think of anything else to say nice about my physically. I’m overweight, a weird shape, I have bad teeth, bad knees, a thoroughly broken digestive system and bowel disease. Nice things about myself don’t come easy.

Ideal date would be a coffee date or pub date, just sitting and chatting over food and drinks, having a good laugh and sharing stories and stuff. Or a walk around something where there are cool things to look at, like a museum, or aquarium, or zoo, etc.

I’m up for hand holding or hugs, but hugging is the best. I’m Welsh, a big cwtch is where it's at.

Thank you anon, I hope those answers were good for you 😘

[baekhvuns]

They'll probably have an American tour in summer 2023 🤡 say this to me and my avocado toast Baeksy 💀 nah, but avocado on its own isn't particularly tasty, but I love guacamole and smashed avocado on bread

Also, a lot of those stalkers aren't really fans, like that one Yeosang fansite who shits on him??? Yet follows him around, like? Get a fucking job, bitch

The MOTH novel is so fucking looooong and on-going. It gets spicy cause there are even kids involved. Oh, bestie I read some things on Mr Knight and yeah he did get attention, however he also fucked up. 🔪 I was shook to read who the first father of Latil's baby was, but now there's a new child coming and I hope it's Tasir's 😊 (even though fuck them kids ofc) let's see if the Webtoon ever gets there though. I read one scene between Tasir and Latil that was posted on Tumblr and wheeeeewooooo 👀

The Premier League this season is crazy, Newcastle so high?! No more 4rsen4l 😭 I remember Mbappe's debut at WC in 2018 I was really impressed by him and followed him ever since, also wanted him in RM, but his Frenchiness is showing 😭 stop the arrogance. Football is not going home, oh well... I feel bad for Croatia and Morocco 💔 but they did well

Right, sometimes I'm like "what a shame I don't follow NCT and RV, cause their albums design?! Amazing" but it's better for my wallet. I think Jinni must have violet the contract at some point, not necessarily in a bad way, people are too quick to accuse her of shit... Orbits are really boycotting the comeback (it's sad, cause it looks pretty cool so far, but deserved), I've never thought kpop boycotts could work, but wow

I lost the sight of the 🦘🥊 and was paranoid they'd jump on me once I leave the house akhshahsjshshdhhs. ETL is reserved for me in my dreams, yes 💖 actually yeah, one of my friends had some hate sexual activities that resulted in a relationship and my friend's cousin has recently found herself in a ETL scenario, tho I don't know the details

Southern France is nice! Definitely recommend it more than Paris. Côte d'Azur is pretty.

I'm waiting for lilac Hwa, he even told me he'd like to try purple and remember that random lilac shade he had in Fever Road? It was pretty 😍 Hongjoong needs to do blue again, or Mingi... anyways, yessss long haired Teezers PLSSSS. Seonghwa with hair like this a girl can dream

No because I was about to say FLORIST HWA IS REAL 😌

The beef dumbtinys have with Eden and clam he hates Yeosang 😬 get some help, people. Like I said, there's room for improvement, but he made so many bangers, leave him be

The way he looks here, but he's holding his plush baby so gently. I'll eat him, a silly goofy man

Speaking of SG. COLLAB!!!

I usually pay very little attention to JP albums cause they mostly remixes. The intro and outro is nice, though I don't like Paradigm the song 😭I hope this new song is different and makes me pay attention to this cb (but it's kinda messy, it came out of nowhere and they drop shit suddenly, everyone's broke, the Europe exclusive pre-sale from hello82 was posted AT 4-5AM our time?!?!, the versions are idk... I'm not buying any kpop stuff atm, but I'm not sure if I'm ever gonna purchase it. Maybe the limited version only)

AAAAAAAAAWOOOOOOOOO?!?!?! Giving crucifixion but hot 😳😳😳😳 if he needs bandage person I'm available 24/7

Also tomorrow's KBS Gayo is Y2K themed hmmmm, hope stylists do a decent job

Heeeeeyyy how you feeling? - DV 💖

hi hello!!

They'll probably have an American tour in summer 2023 🤡 say this to me and my avocado toast Baeksy 💀 nah, but avocado on its own isn't particularly tasty, but I love guacamole and smashed avocado on bread

STOP 😭😭😭 IF THEY DO THEN THEYLL FOLLOW IT UP WITH A EURO ONE TOO 🤚🏼 i just think the avocado tastes a lot like grass and earth fbwkfhwk maybe it’s the type i ate but it’s left a bad taste 😭😭

Also, a lot of those stalkers aren't really fans, like that one Yeosang fansite who shits on him??? Yet follows him around, like? Get a fucking job, bitch

half of those fansites are people are whole adults! taking it to social media to shit on them like girlie, worry about your next shift? retirement plans?? obviously not everyone 30+ person is like that but somehow, the fansites turn out be them and it just makes me wonder how much time u got, like if a 20 year old is mad busy BUT YOURE NOT??? HOWIE ???

The MOTH novel is so fucking looooong and on-going. It gets spicy cause there are even kids involved. Oh, bestie I read some things on Mr Knight and yeah he did get attention, however he also fucked up. 🔪 I was shook to read who the first father of Latil's baby was, but now there's a new child coming and I hope it's Tasir's 😊 (even though fuck them kids ofc) let's see if the Webtoon ever gets there though. I read one scene between Tasir and Latil that was posted on Tumblr and wheeeeewooooo 👀

IM SORRY WE GOT KIDS???? WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKRJWLFHWK IF U HEARD A SCREAM IT WAS ME, T’WAS ME !!!!! omg he got attention? WHAT DID HE DO STOPPPPP 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 whims the baby daddy, tell me idc i will not read this fic, i need u to tell me who married latil, if sonnaught married her, if tasir latil sonnaught have a poly au- who the father is, who the kid is and who does it look like, is it bot or a girl, hair style I NEED EVERYTHING! GIMME THE BIO DATA!

The Premier League this season is crazy, Newcastle so high?! No more 4rsen4l 😭 I remember Mbappe's debut at WC in 2018 I was really impressed by him and followed him ever since, also wanted him in RM, but his Frenchiness is showing 😭 stop the arrogance. Football is not going home, oh well... I feel bad for Croatia and Morocco 💔 but they did well

NO SERIOUSLY WHATS GOING ON FBWNDHEJ this entire year is so u predictable when it comes to footbal, THE WAY HE REJECTED RM FBWMDBWK 🔫🔫🔫🔫 his french ness really is showing bc man what an ego this guy got 😭🤚🏼 football aint going home but the harry meghan docu series is 😭😭🤚🏼 STOPP I DO TOO ESP FOR MOROCCO BC THEY PLAYED SO WELL THEIR DEFENSE? NOT EVEN MBAPPE GOT THRU tbh france winned thru loophole, narrowly won bc mr was not letting them go thru, what a team 🫡 their defense sent half the french players to the hospital 🫡 hopefully the 3rd place play off’s be well to the teams! kinda cried at this thread

Right, sometimes I'm like "what a shame I don't follow NCT and RV, cause their albums design?! Amazing" but it's better for my wallet. I think Jinni must have violet the contract at some point, not necessarily in a bad way, people are too quick to accuse her of shit... Orbits are really boycotting the comeback (it's sad, cause it looks pretty cool so far, but deserved), I've never thought kpop boycotts could work, but wow

YEAAAHH the album aesthetics of sm are truly top tier >>> also wtf???? yg sucks with albums, they always do the ugly ones,,, ahhhh ur right, hopefully she’s away from social media and the comments and focusing on being well! kpop boycott of mama couldn’t work i doubt this one will once the release date is closer tbh 😭😭😭

I lost the sight of the 🦘🥊 and was paranoid they'd jump on me once I leave the house akhshahsjshshdhhs. ETL is reserved for me in my dreams, yes 💖 actually yeah, one of my friends had some hate sexual activities that resulted in a relationship and my friend's cousin has recently found herself in a ETL scenario, tho I don't know the details

NAURRRRRR FBWMDHWK NEWS ON AUSTRALIA “TOURIST JUMPED BY TWO FIGHTING KANGAROOS!” SCREAMING GFBDHD,, WHEN IS UR ETL COMING !!!! MANIFESTING SOME WORK ETL OR NEIGHBOUR ETL 🤚🏼🤚🏼 o…my god. so ur saying ETL can actually happen 😮😮

Southern France is nice! Definitely recommend it more than Paris. Côte d'Azur is pretty. //// I'm waiting for lilac Hwa, he even told me he'd like to try purple and remember that random lilac shade he had in Fever Road? It was pretty 😍 Hongjoong needs to do blue again, or Mingi... anyways, yessss long haired Teezers PLSSSS. Seonghwa with hair like this a girl can dream

i just looked it up and omg it’s sO PRETTY ill def go there saint tropez, cannes cassis! STOP IT DONT MANIFEST IT IF UR NOT GONNA GET TO SEE IT, LET IT BE SOME BASIC COLOUR FHWKDHSK no bc blue hong was legendary, i always see him as blue silver or red headed, blue was so legendary jcbsks MINGI LONG HAIR BESTIE FHWJDHWK

No because I was about to say FLORIST HWA IS REAL 😌 //// The beef dumbtinys have with Eden and clam he hates Yeosang 😬 get some help, people. Like I said, there's room for improvement, but he made so many bangers, leave him be

bestie u are the psychic, ur want came true 🤲🏼 NO REALLY THIS BEEF GOTTA STOP 😭😭😭 if he hated yeosang, he’d do much more than just not give him lines c’mon 😭😭 no yeah, let them vibe, this beef will just strain their relationship if it reaches them, itll do more harm than good

The way he looks here, but he's holding his plush baby so gently. I'll eat him, a silly goofy man //// Speaking of SG. COLLAB!!!

tell me is that not bbhwa going soft, SORRY WHAT HAPPENED IN THE SECOND EDIT DHAKDHWKDHWKD THE ASS LETTER WRITING 😭😭😭

STOP BC DC AND ATZ DROPPING A BANGER WOULD END ME, DAMI AND MINGI DUO 🤲🏼🤲🏼 ON MY KNEES DAMNIT

I usually pay very little attention to JP albums cause they mostly remixes. The intro and outro is nice, though I don't like Paradigm the song 😭I hope this new song is different and makes me pay attention to this cb (but it's kinda messy, it came out of nowhere and they drop shit suddenly, everyone's broke, the Europe exclusive pre-sale from hello82 was posted AT 4-5AM our time?!?!, the versions are idk... I'm not buying any kpop stuff atm, but I'm not sure if I'm ever gonna purchase it. Maybe the limited version only)

imma say it sounds pretty messy, my personal opinion is that their voices are so loud and sharp and the instrumentals quite loud as well so it makes it an awkward mismatch in my opinion 😭😭 this cb is def not necessary but let’s see how it plays! hopefully they get enough rest before the euro tour!! NO BC THERES NO 12PM KST ANYMORE THEYRE DROPPING IT WHENEVER THEY LIKE FBENDB im also thinking of not purchasing it tbh, maybe if the hwa pictures give my heart a change but id tbh save the money bc recession is upOn US

AAAAAAAAAWOOOOOOOOO?!?!?! Giving crucifixion but hot 😳😳😳😳 if he needs bandage person I'm available 24/7

Also tomorrow's KBS Gayo is Y2K themed hmmmm, hope stylists do a decent job

GET THE FUCK OUT NOT THE CRUCIFIXION AGNWMBDWKJDWKDBWKDH THE BANDAGES 😀😀 BOXER PARK SEONGHWA IN YOUR AREAAA,,, no bc the theme is Y2K watch jongho pull up in all black 😭😭 WHERE IS THE Y2K

Heeeeeyyy how you feeling? - DV 💖

i.

come back confirmed.

character of men of harem u say

giving edward cullen a run for his money

[f10werfae]

Chris Evans Pregnancy Scenarios #4 ☁️

Pairing: Husband! Chris x Wife! Reader

Word count: 872

Summary: Back again with Y/n and Chris during their pregnancy♥️

Warnings: None

Requests are open! ✨

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

-Sweet Summer Walks

(Y/n’s P.O.V)

Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love summer especially when i’m one of the lucky ones that isn’t heavily affected by hay fever. However, this summer has to be my most uncomfortable one, at 7 months pregnant.

“This is unbearable” I breathed out laying in a starfish position on the bed, the air conditioning on full blast in the bedroom.

“CHRISSSSS!” I dragged out as loud as I could, hearing his heavy footfalls thundering up the stairs rapidly.

“Yes?! what’s happening?!” He replied out of breath, both his hands grabbing onto the doorframe as his knuckles turned white.

“Take me on a walk please baby?” I said turning my head towards him, jutting out my bottom lip. He stood taller now, his arms crossed over his chest as he smiled at me goofily.

“Is that all you wanted me for?” He asked playfully, taking long strides towards the bed his arms reaching out to pull me up to stand.

“That, and also I could not get up by myself”

I whispered embarrassed

“There we go” Chris said chuckling, his arms wrapped themselves around me, his lips placing soft kisses onto the top of my head

“But can we go on a walk though like seriously?” I said looking up at him.

“Yeah of course, anything for my beautiful baby mama” He winked at me, his hands rubbing my protruding stomach gently. Walking me over to the armchair in our room, he sat me down before walking into our closet and pulling out a pair of sneakers.

“Are these okay?” He asked holding up my pink running shoes.

“Mhm yep thank you” I replied quietly, watching as he put each shoe on my foot before tying the laces.

“Alright, you ready to go?”

(Time Skip To actually walking)

Chris drove us to a local nature reserve with a boardwalk, the one where we went for our first date. Holding my hand firmly but gently in his, we started walking along the wooden path, a gentle silence accompanying the air.

Chris stopped suddenly, turning to look towards me opening his mouth, before closing it again.

“What? do I have something on my face?” I ask laughing slightly, he shook his head as a reply before dipping down and placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

“I was about to say something, but I looked at you and forgot what I wanted to say”

“Aww you’re such a flirt Evans” I said trying to brush off the dirt pink blush creeping onto my cheeks.

“Only for you honey, only for you” He said resuming to walk, swaying our intertwined hands in the process.

When around 15 minutes into our walk, he let go of my hand and walked towards a tree beside us. At his tall stature he could easily reach the branches, pulling down one and pulling a flower off the edge. Before walking back towards me, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear then adding in the flower.

“There, now your outfit is complete” He grinned, adjusting the red flower which now matched my warm toned outfit.

- Piano Recital

(Chris' P.O.V)

Adjusting the new piano sheets on the stand, Y/n sat next to me, her hands cradling her bump with her head laying on my shoulder lovingly.

“Is he still kicking you love?” I asked putting a hand gently on where our son usually kicked, glancing at the clock showing it had turned 5am.

“Yeah, but he can’t help it. Can you lil guy?” She said smiling tenderly at her stomach before meeting my eyes, noticing I was spaced out she leant forward and pressed her lips to mine; instantly sending my heart to go 1000000 miles an hour. God I am so in love with her and our baby.

“I’m sure you want to hear your daddy playing before you sleep huh?” Y/n asked her bump, only receiving a harsh kick in return which we took as a yes.

This was a routine now, our little man would not sleep or calm down unless he heard me playing piano. So it became normal for Y/n and I to spend time together at the piano, singing lullabies and humming to our baby, a moment I wish would last forever.

“Alright bub you ready?” I asked my gorgeous wife, as my fingers were hovering over the keys, seeing her nod.

Letting my fingers play the sweet melody, I watched as his kicks against the skin of her stomach became less frequent, Y/n's head starting to lay heavier on my shoulder, a sign both my son and his mother had fallen asleep.

Slowly stopping to hit the piano keys, I reached over and pulled up her tank top, her gorgeous stomach staring back at me. Resting my hand at the top, I felt the slight movements of my son, a few tears starting to build in my eyes.

“mmm Chris? are you done hun?” I heard Y/n whisper out quietly, her hand laying on top of mine on her stomach.

“Yeah baby, i’m done for the night” I said softly, tucking my head into her neck, whispering sentences of love and gratitude about everything that was to come.

[parvulous-writings]

Liu Kang SFW alphabet

Warnings: None.

Notes: What’s the best thing to do whilst feeling like trash? Write about comfort characters, of course, what else?  My requests are currently open (and very empty)! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Liu is one for quality time, his physical affection is shown more in private. He likes to meditate with you, with the occasional sparring session. He likes reading you to sleep, as well. 

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

He’s definitely the good influence, the voice of reason. If someone thinks of a bad idea, Liu is the first one to point it out and advise against it.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

His hugs are much warmer than most- perhaps in part due to his arcana. They may not last for long, especially in summer, but they are amazing nonetheless.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

Liu’s alright at cooking, he’s spectacular at cleaning-his room is perhaps the tidiest in the entire temple. Settling down most likely wouldn’t be too much of a problem for him. 

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d lay out the scenario honestly- Liu is not one to lie or sugarcoat things- but at the same time he’d try to be gentle about it. He doesn’t want to hurt you anymore than he already probably has. 

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)

He is not opposed to the concept of commitment, but marriage he isn’t overly fussed on- he will do it, if there’s enough time and you’d like to, but it isn’t his top priority.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle. He doesn’t want to push you at all, not unless you ask him to or he’s certain it will be beneficial to you. Emotionally, he is incredibly understanding, and does his very best to comfort you if you’re upset. 

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

His hugs are like his cuddles- warm. He usually uses hugs as a form of comfort. 

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

The first time he says it, it’s a nonchalant comment. It’s said quietly, as if he didn’t expect you to hear it in the first place. 

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

Liu has remarkable control over his emotions, so doesn’t get outwardly jealous. He’ll talk to you privately about his emotions later on. 

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He is a big fan of cheek and knuckle kisses. He is also incredibly fond of surprise kisses on the lips. 

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

He’s very calm, the perfect mentor. He doesn’t really want kids of his own until a little later in life, when things are more secure. 

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

Liu is a massive morning person- he gets up religiously at 5am, so he’s not often there to experience the morning with you. 

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Calm, serene. Sometimes he’ll use his arcana to light up the room, and keep you warm if it’s too chilly. 

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

He is actually very open about himself, you just need to ask him a question, and he’ll be completely honest with you. 

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

His patience is never-ending. The only thing that seems to rile him up is someone very close to him getting hurt. And Lao’s stupidity. 

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

Everything you tell him. You tell him you used to see certain flowers in your childhood? He’ll try and find some for you a few months later when you’re feeling ill or down. 

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

Watching you beat an opponent in the fight pit for the first time- the feeling of pride he got from that, pride for you, was unparalleled. The smile you gave him that day.... He’s never forgotten it. 

S - Security (How protective are they?)

Fairly protective. He’s more than aware that you can fend for yourself, but he just wants to be completely sure that you’re okay. He’s very much a worrier. 

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

He tries at every opportunity that he can get. He wants you to know how much he adores you. 

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

He accidentally wakes you up some mornings. He doesn’t mean to, but it’s kind of routine now. 

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not too concerned-  so long as everything is practical and keeps out of the way of his routine chores and training, he doesn’t give it too much thought. 

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes. Though he would push it down and try to cover it up, so no one else was aware. 

X - Xtra (Random HC)

Liu likes entertaining you with his Arcana- he’ll make little figures in the flames, making them dance around you in spare moments, when you don’t have much else to do. 

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

Someone who is just rude or insulting just for the sake of being so. Sarcasm he can understand to some extent, but the extremes he does not like. 

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

Liu is quite a light sleeper. He falls asleep around midnight and wakes up around five. He likes holding you close as he sleeps, you comfort him.