#this quaratine is starting to get to me

[cultofbeatles]

tonight i’ll blow four kisses to 1965 beatles

[legobiwan]

Fic Rec: How to Save Three Million with Only Ten Thousand by IGaveYouFairWarning is a great narrated by Mace Windu on why the Jedi accepted to lead the Clone Army and the horrible choice they faced. Despite what it sounds like, it is as hilarious as it is tearjerking as well as incredibly cathartic to someone who has read WAY too many Jedi bash fics.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15764835

Queued up in my browser for later tonight!

I had a long response to the idea of “Jedi bashing” typed up, but I want to make sure I’m saying exactly what I want to say before wheeling it out because I know it’s a hot topic around these parts. (This isn’t anything directed at you, anon, as this has been festering on the edges of my mind for a while and your comment just acted as a catalyst :) 

This idea is something I’ve seen floating across my dash more often in the past few weeks - anything from “the Jedi were callous baby-stealers who took advantage of the clones and supported corrupt and genocidal governments” to “the Jedi were total victims of Sidious’s machinations and did nothing wrong ever” and the extremes of it kind of bother me. Of course, you can take those positions - and more - as a point of view in a fic - which is fun! to explore because you can definitely interpret the Order’s actions both ways (I’m thinking of a Fox newsish hit piece on the Jedi, for instance, at least for the first one. And, I mean, you can take whatever position you personally want on the Jedi, I’m not here to dictate someone’s interpretation of the canon, as that would be unkind.) But to my mind, the reality of it all is somewhere in the middle. The Jedi meant well, their guiding philosophies were wonderful in their ideal but they were an imperfect organization that had stagnated, to a certain degree, and could have benefited from some well-implemented changes (not throwing away thousands of years of doctrine for one person, mind you) if the Clone Wars hadn’t stressed tested them in a way where Sidious could exploit perfectly the cracks in their organizational foundations. 

It’s…complicated. But this is why I love the Prequel-era so much. Not one person, not one organization is 100% perfect in the prequels and I, for one, love the moral ambiguity and conflicts that arise from good people doing bad things and sometimes bad people doing bad things for okay reasons, etc. And then, of course, there’s Sidious, who’s just plain evil. Ah, I love this stuff!

Anyway. Thank you for the rec!

[frauleinfunf]

i might be behind on all the animes but at least i’m not behind on preordering the limited edition sets for furuba 2019

[cloudy-dayys]

me: im burnt out on drawing

also me next minute, going back to sketching: oh, worm?

[thesouthernwaterbenders]

I’ve been so socially distant since quarantine and it’s really no ones fault but like I seriously cannot break out of it

[personasintro]

OMGGG THE NEW CHAPTERR THANK YOU SO MUCH MIMI . I ADORE YOU SO MUCH 🥹🫶😤💜. it’s so cool to see your story grow, and i always thank the algorithm for making me find your cheater taehyung one shot during quaratine-ish. You really got me addicted to reading all your stories and dayumn i think i even remember you posting the first chap of mutual help and i got really excited and i think you even made me like fake dating trope in the first place👩‍🦯 anyways ufff yuh what a ride.

Now the new chapter, I saw a tiktok were someone said that Jk is mabye developing feelings for esther and y/n is starting to realize that she likes me and people r stressed bout cause y/n is selfless and would back off cause she’s y/n, honestly i’m living for the drama it’s so juicy rn like the ending parts of the new chap i be like: 🍿🍿🍿

I dont know how to end this so, for anyone that has been mean to Mimi lately I can fight🤺🤺🤺 back away 🤺🤺🤺 if u didn’t like MH then don’t read it no need to make rude comments or assumptions bout the author. If u don’t like smut and u read this then ur a dummy cause it’s in the disclaimer part that you can read before starting the story and the story is marked as mature so. Anyways as i said I ADORE YOU MIMII 🥰 I can’t wait to read more of your stories that u have there in ur smexy brain.

You didn’t like fake dating trope before mh? 🥹 wow, that’s an honor, thank you & I’m glad you’re enjoying mh!

Don’t get me wrong, y/n is a good person but even good people can be selfish sometimes! I wouldn’t call her selfless, I wouldn’t call her selfish either 🤔 that word doesn’t define her but yeah, she’s not always innocent in everything and she does make mistakes too!

Yes, thank you!! 💗

[ariendiel]

I’m currently stuck at home because my roommate tested positive and it made me wonder: how would the LI’s spend quarantaine?

Noooo, I'm so sorry, anon! Hope it's not too bad, and if you catch it too your immune system better ✨ annihilate✨ those little viruses. Thanks for the ask though, I loved this one!

How the LIs spend quarantine

Bobby

He'll start by think it'll be great, bake a lot and watch his favourite comfort movies before realising that was just day one, and then slowly start to panic. By the end he'll probably have watched every single Disney animated film and been through approximately 5 existential crises per day

Carl

Okay, but Carl is someone I think would be able to work from home, so you bet he'd try to just keep up with it and pretend like everything's the same. However, he will definitely sneakily re-watch some episodes of Star Trek and/or his favourite anime in the background though

Elisa

Okay, but we can all agree Elisa would make the absolute most out of it as an influencer, right? She'd promote lounge wear, skin care, self care, you name it. She'd document the whole thing on social media, work on brand deals etc. That girl never rests, and sees opportunities everywhere, and I love that for her

Gary

Honestly? He'd probably really miss regular life. Going to visit his nan, hanging out with his mates at the pub, the gym, being at work. But, he'd handle it as well as he can, keeping himself occupied by maybe doing some small home renovation stuff, cleaning the yard, starting a small building project and so on!

Henrik

Poor restless Swede would almost definitely cry while longingly looking outside, like a puppy wanting to go for a walk. Man was not meant to be quarantined inside, and if his lives close enough to nature he'd probably still sneak out for some solitary walks. Still, I think part of him would use the quarantine to relax and do other things he enjoy

Ibrahim

For Rahim I can actually see him enjoying the break from golf as I don't think it's his biggest passion in life (confimed by CMM). Instead, he'd spend the time doing what he wants for once, which I think would be reading and practicing drawing comics. He probably has a home gym too, so he'd be fine in terms of keeping active

Jakub

Worst for Jakub would for sure be how he's unable to go to the gym. So the second he finds out he'll start making a home gym. Everything is now gym equipment and the livingroom is his gym, no virus is going to stop his gains (I also low-key think Jakub would be the type to break quaratine...)

Lucas

He's a physio, not a doctor, but I still think that's something that makes him takes these things very seriously. He's also just in general a responsible guy. He'd spend the time tidying in his document folders etc. on his computer, do some work outs at home, some educational reading, maybe try some Korean cooking... Emphasis on try. Also lots of the horizontal tango and cuddling on the sofa while relaxing together

Marisol

I think she'd be okay at first, doing some reading, tidying her flat, studying/working remotely, doing lots of adult hugging... But after a few days I think she'd start to get super restless. Not being able to do what she wants really rubs her the wrong way and makes her feel super anxious

Noah

Okay, but Noah? Man probably thrives in quarantine. I mean, no one is allowed to bother him and he can justify spending lazy mornings in bed with a book and coffee. He'll catch up with his to-read pile, get to try that family recipe he's wanted to give a go for ages, and finally watch a few Criterion Collection films... Living his best life basically

[bby-bo]

“Quaratine Fantasies”

i am TERRIFIED to post this bc i’ve never ever written smut before, but I couldn’t let this idea go unwritten🥲🥲🥲.  someone please message me w pointers or constructive criticism or just gimme your thoughts !! (also the title of this makes me giggle)

- bo

Pairing: Midoriya x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, solo prohero!Midoriya, fist fucking, begging, tiny daddy kink in there too

Summary: In which Pro Hero Deku buys a Peloton to keep himself in shape during quarantine, but can’t keep the fantasies of his instructor at bay

It goes without saying that a Pro Hero needs to keep themselves in great shape, even during a pandemic.  So to make sure he wasn’t going to be falling behind in the hero charts once quarantine ended, Pro Hero Deku bought himself a Peloton bike.  

After getting himself all set up, bike pieces properly constructed and computer screen plugged in, he changed into some light workout gear and filled a water bottle before slipping on the bike shoes and clipping in.  His fingers worked across the screen, scrolling through the different filters for the cycling classes.

“Let’s see you can go by class length, music, instructor…” Thinking aloud, he pressed the 45 minute length and decided to see what the algorithm suggested to him for a first class.  There on the top row was a video suggestion, and the instructor presented on the thumbnail had Midoriya immediately clicking on it without hesitation. 

The thumbnail was a photo of you, sitting up high on the bike seat with your hands on your hips, your body was beautifully displayed in a matching set of leggings and a sports bra with the Peloton logo as your head tilted slightly in a genuine happy smile.  Midoriya quickly realized he had possibly made the best purchase of his entire quarantine stress shopping.  And his realization was only solidified when the video automatically started to play.  Your voice came through the speakers, strong and sweet, as you looked directly into the camera to give a quick introduction to everyone at home.  

“Hello Peloton and welcome to your 45 minute tibatta ride!  My name is Y/N L/N and I will be leading you in today’s Beyoncé ride!  I mean who the hell doesn’t want a whole track list of Queen B?  Before we start let's check in with our form…”  Jumping right into the ride, you started moving your legs, oh god your legs- they were defined with lean yet strong muscles that Midoriya couldn’t drag his eyes from.  

What Midoriya wasn’t expecting was how hard the class was going to be.  Sure he had basically full control over the weight beneath the pedals and the speed of his legs but having you to draw up a workout like that for him wasn’t something a busy pro hero would ever overlook.  Not only that but hearing the soft sigh of breath that you let out at the end of the final hard push of the workout was worth every single minute of the class.  Dragging his body to the floor to stretch, then across his apartment to shower, Midoriya was already thinking ahead to tomorrow’s class.

“If I take an hour long class then I’ll basically be getting more time with her” Midoriya shocked himself at his own thoughts.  He saw you one time through a screen and now he’s hooked?  He hadn’t ever met a girl like that even in person, yet here he was, mind consumed by you already.  Shaking himself out of his stupor, Midoriya settled himself into bed for another quiet evening in quarantine.  Dinner eaten, TV shows watched, he was left with absolutely nothing else to do.  Pulling out his phone he clicked the icon for Instagram, looking up your name.  600K followers???? Midoriya practically choked, not having realized how popular your occupation made you- even though he himself had millions of followers from being so well known in his own line of work.  

Hitting the follow button then scrolling through your feed, Midoriya found himself repeatedly zooming in on your posts.  One of your most recent posts was you in bed, a timer camera photo set up so that the city skyline could be seen out the windows behind you.  The morning sun poured through the windows, the duvet fluffed up around you covering much of your figure from the chest down, a steaming mug of tea between your palms.  The photo captured you in a natural state, hair slightly messy and body definitely not dressed; such a contrast to the ponytail and tight fitting workout set he saw you in earlier.  Pinching the photo to zoom in, he brought his eyes to where one of your legs poked out, the skin from your lower thigh down to your feet bared to the world.

All of a sudden Midoriya found himself thinking back to your cycling class video, how your body moved up and down with the pedals of the bike, midriff bared and breasts hardly contained in the sports bra.  Midoriya felt almost like he was disrespecting you, eyeing you in your workplace like that.  But to be honest he just couldn’t help himself.  Ridding himself of his shirt and lying back in the dark grey sheets of his bed, Midoriya let his mind wander as he dragged a slow hand down his chest.  

His thoughts were stuck on the way your thighs pushed hard against the weight of the pedals, wondering if they would flex and clench that way on either side of his head.  Wondering how they would feel underneath his palms as his fingertips gripped into the flesh over his shoulders.  His breathing picked up as he lifted his hips to kick off his sweatpants, tossing them somewhere else in his room.  Toying with the hem of his boxers, Midoriya teased his growing erection, dragging two fingers down the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.  

He pictured your body, splayed out on the sheets before him, hair over the pillows and body ready for him to explore.  His mind traveled up from your thighs to your hips, then to your stomach all the way up to your breasts.  He thought back to how they moved in tandem with your body, bouncing up and down as you pedaled on raised legs.  He wanted to rip that sports bra right down the middle.  He craved to see the material falling away to reveal the soft mounds to his hot gaze.

Midoriya brought his fingers to tease his clothed tip, pressing into the center of the wet spot spreading on his boxers, eliciting a low groan from the back of his throat.  He pinched the very tip of the head lightly between his thumb and forefinger, dragging the two down either side of his cock putting pressure all the way down his fully hardening length.  He lifted his hips once more, shoving his thumbs into his boxers to drag them down his legs, the band catching on his cock on it’s way down.  The leaking tip came up to slap his muscled stomach, pre cum smearing above his navel as he quietly moaned at the sudden contact.  Taking his length into his palm, Midoriya let his imagination run wild.

Fuck- he wanted you to look up at him from between his legs, eyes on his while you pressed kisses to the tip of his cock.  He wanted to feel that tension between the two of you, wanted you to worship his body’s most sensitive parts in the same way that he so desperately wanted to worship yours.  He wanted to feel the drag of your tongue, all the way from below his balls up to his wet slit.  Bringing his hand below his cock, Midoriya mirrored the path your tongue would take, pressing down on that sensitive space between his heavy balls before dragging upwards.  He wanted to feel your fingernails digging into his hips as he pressed into the hot cavern of your mouth, eyes still connected with his emerald ones as you took his length down your throat, his hand on the back of your head coaxing you further down his length.

Midoriya let out a long, low and gravelly moan, picturing your pretty mouth around the inches of his cock as he wrapped his fingers all the way around the hot skin of his shaft, moving up towards the head.  He brought his hand up to his mouth, spitting into it softly before repeating the same back and forth motion in smooth strokes, the saliva making the friction of his palms that much better.  His other hand came down to give his balls a hard squeeze, his entire lower body seizing up from the shock of pleasure.  

“Fuck… Y/N, please” He let his moans out in earnest, unable to keep them at bay.  God he was desperate for you, for your body, for your pussy.  He could practically hear the way you would cry out with his fingers buried inside you, rewarding you for letting him fuck your mouth so well.  He wanted to taste every drop of your slick from his fingers- no, directly on his tongue.  Your hips squirming as his tongue circled and swirled over your clit, puffy from his mouth repeatedly sucking on the button.  Your hips would squirm and writhe against his face, thoroughly soaking his mouth and chin in your arousal.  Midoriya would press down across your hips with his forearm, holding your body against the sheets as his other hand was occupied pumping two thick fingers in and out of your dripping hole, preparing for the length of him to press into you.

Midoriya flipped his body over on his bed, his knees holding his hips up in the air as one arm came to support his weight beneath his head.  His other hand formed a tight fist, and holding it just at his tip, slick with the mixture of saliva and pre cum, Midoriya slowly forced his entire length through the hole he formed.  Watching as his balls gently pressed against his wrist, Midoriya was mesmerized by his own actions.  Closing his eyes he began a quick pace fucking into his fist over and over again.  He cried out at the sensation, throwing his head back and screwing his eyes shut tight.  

He wanted to work his hips against yours, feel your walls flutter around him, smell the scent of sweat from the heat between your bodies as his weight moved against you.  He so desperately wanted to hear you beg for him to make you cum, to make you feel good.  Wanted to praise you because yes, you were such a good girl for letting him use your pussy like this.  Midoriya’s mind was utterly lost in his fantasy of you, moaning and stuttering out his cravings of your body.  

“Oh fuck yes- baby yes, I know you can take more for me”  He tightened his fist, fucking hard into the little hole as his imagination convinced him it was your walls clamping down on him, his orgasm coiling quickly at the base of his cock, getting tighter and tighter.

His mind immediately brought up the sight of your post-workout face, that sigh exhaling from your lips as your eyes closed in a satisfied bliss.  How easily he could imagine that face as your fucked out expression, his hands in a bruising grip on your hips as he drilled his cock into your pussy.  How easily he could imagine the way your breasts would bounce with every thrust, your hands coming up to brace your body’s jarring movements as your fingernails dug into his biceps.  How easily could he imagine the way your begging would reach his ears, smooth and thick like honey.

“Izuku please please please make me cum, I need it Daddy please..!”

“Ohhh fuck thats a good girl. Begging for me so good baby, but you gotta hold it.  You can’t cum yet baby girl I know you can take it harder for me”  He was totally lost in the sex of his fantasy and the lewd squelching of his wet cock fucking fast and aggressive into his fist, that coil at the base of his cock tightening more and more.  He just needed to see you cum, to see your mouth open in ecstasy as you cried out his name.  He would force you right over the edge, rubbing your clit with three fingers sliding in quick circles as he continued his harsh pace in and out of your clenching walls.  He could practically feel you gush around him, your legs wrapping around his waist and pressing him even closer to you, as he chased his own high.  

Midoriya’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his orgasm hit him hard.  The wave of pleasure dragging him into another headspace, as his hips stuttered and worked every last drop of cum from his balls, the mess spilling out over his fingers, down his hand and dripping onto the sheets, as a long and pathetically loud moan ripped from his throat.  Collapsing right on top of his sheets, uncaring of the mess beneath him, his post orgasm bliss buzzed throughout his entire body.  How long had it been since he felt that good? Since he’s had a fantasy that vivid?  How long had it been since he didn’t need his phone to help him cum??

Midoriya dragged his naked body up onto his feet, tugging the sheets off of his bed and throwing them into the washing machine on his way back to the bathroom.  He needed another shower after all that.  Scrubbing himself clean once more, Midoriya was overcome with embarrassment.  He hadn’t even met you or spoken to you and he was already fucking you in his dreams?? He felt guilty about objectifying a stranger like that, but at the same time it just felt so good- so intense.  Quarantine horniness had completely taken over him, and he prayed for this stupid virus to just disappear so he could take one of your classes in person, or ask you on a real date.  Even just have a face to face interaction with you.  Shit- he was so smitten.  Midoriya groaned in frustration, the sound reverberating off the walls of the shower as he shoved his blushing face into his hands.

[esperantoauthor]

I was gonna ask about the Tech Thriller one, but Bella beat me to it, so please tell me more about the Quaratine fic (signed by me, who had covid around a month ago)

My idea was to write a story inspired by the below news article. I wrote 800 words on April 18 2020 and haven't come back to it since. This is one that probably won't ever get written (never say never, though). I think I just wasn't in the headspace to write about pandemic life; it was too depressing.

I'm sorry to hear you had covid and hope you are feeling better! I am still one of the rare few who has never had it.

🌟Ask me about my WIP folder🌟

Here's the 800 words I wrote below the cut, if you anyone is curious:

Chapter 1: If you want to sing out, sing out

“We’re going to be the only ones out there, Rachel!” Kurt protested. “If you want to look like an idiot far be it from me to stop you but I’d like to survive this pandemic with my dignity intact.

“If we’re the only ones out there, then there won’t be anyone to look like an idiot in front of, genius!” she countered.

Kurt let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine!”

Rachel immediately brightened up, took Kurt by the hand, and yanked him over to the back door of their tiny New York City apartment. They burst out onto the fire escape, suddenly thrust back into the world. Kurt inhaled the fresh air and soaked in the sense of space that had been in short supply lately.

“Okay, here, look. I pulled up the lyrics, just in case.”

Kurt gave her a scornful look. “Don’t insult me.”

“Do you see anyone?” she asked nervously.

Kurt looked around for signs of life. They could only see a handful of other apartments from their vantage point; the odds didn’t look good.

“Well, it’s 7 o’clock. I guess we start?” Kurt was unsure. Should they wait longer to see if anyone else decided to join or should they just begin.

The lone pair fumbled their way through the first verse, forgetting where the song actually started, but once they got their footing Kurt forgot about looking a fool and just let the song fill him up.

She says, we've got to hold on to what we've got

It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not

We've got each other and that's a lot for love

We'll give it a shot

Woah, we're half way there

Woah, livin' on a prayer

Take my hand, we'll make it I swear

Woah, livin' on a prayer

Then Kurt heard it! Another voice! They weren’t alone after all. The figure must have noticed them too because he began to wave frantically. Kurt couldn’t help waving back just as energetically. There was such joy in the simple act of seeing another person, of bridging the distance between them through song.

On the line “take my hand,” the figure reached his arm towards them over the balcony railing. Rachel giggled and Kurt felt himself drawn as if by some invisible force to reach back.

In the distance, Kurt could hear other unseen voices join their song. He might be apart but he wasn’t alone.

After the last notes of Bon Jovi had faded, Rachel and Kurt looked out over the quiet street below them for a few more minutes, soaking in the final rays of sunshine before returning to their enclosure.

Rachel folded her arms across her chest, looking smug. “Admit it. You had fun.”

“I just wasn’t sure if it was really going to be a thing, you know? But yeah, it felt like a moment.”

Rachel’s expression softened and she joined Kurt on their living room couch.

“Did I tell you that Aaron finally got his diagnosis confirmed? I mean his understudy has taken the role for the past three weeks, but still this makes it official.”

“Wow, yeah, that’s intense. He’s doing okay, though, right?”

“Yeah, the director updated everyone after the 8pm show yesterday. He’s recuperating at home. I think his wife is looking after him.”

They had all but assumed that Aaron had the virus at this point, considering his symptoms, but it still shook Kurt to have it confirmed. Someone he knew, even tangentially, was part of this thing now. At first, Rachel had insisted that her director was overreacting by putting the entire cast and crew in quarantine for two weeks but now… well, Kurt was supremely grateful that Rachel had been as protected as possible from exposure. 

Kurt suddenly glanced over at his roommate, as if to double check she wasn’t in respiratory distress and he was just noticing.

Correctly interpreting his expression, Rachel reached out to give his hand a squeeze. “I’m fine, Kurt. If I was going to get sick it would have happened already. Besides, you know I keep my immune system operating at peak performance.”

Kurt snorted. 

*bzzz*

“One sec, Rach.” He pulled his phone out from his back pocket, eyes growing wide at the cryptic text message from Santana. “Turn on the news.” 

He fumbled with the remote for a moment, before getting their antique television turned on and locating the local news. 

“…has been and will continue to be the health and well-being of Broadway theatregoers and the thousands of people who work in the theatre industry every…”

Rachel gasped and pointed to the ticker tape rolling across the bottom of the screen. 

Broadway Goes Dark

Rachel’s hand was clammy in his, clutching at him, breathing irregularly. “No, no, no. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening Kurt!”

[creativeashproductions]

Hiking Buddy // Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Once upon a time you could joke that quaratine bordom was the cause of the mass amount of 2020 pregnancies. Well you could until you found yourself in the same boat...or shall we say crib?? Go on the journey as Y/N reveals the pregnancy to Charlie and later their friends.

Warnings: Swearing, talk of vomiting, pregnancy, and fluff.

Words: 2.5k

Requested: Yes. Anon

A/N: Someone asked for dad!Charlie and I couldn’t resist.

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Pulled from deep in your chest was a groan at the dizziness rushing from the bedroom into the bathroom. The tile floor cool to the touch as your body was flush on the bathroom floor recovering from the bout of sickness. The fortunate thing about the pandemic was that you had no obligations taking you out of the home. Sitting up, you sat back against the white porcelain tub grimacing at the bitter aftertaste of your date with the toilet.

Slowly you found your grounding enough to shakily stand on two feet to brush your teeth to get rid of the nasty aftertaste. Your eyes found the pale expression of your reflection fading as nausea faded as well.

“This is tainting naps for me.” You muttered under your breath, washing your hands before proceeding to splash your face.

Your social media had been flooded with many people in your personal life and celebrities announcing pregnancies. You and Charlie often made teasing remarks about if people were so bored. Guess you couldn’t joke about it anymore.

Your hand splayed across the bare skin under the band shirt hanging loose on your form with a small smile. It had been a hectic year getting married to Charlie while filming the first season of Julie and the Phantoms. The plan had been to wait a few years to enjoy your careers and marriage before children. Get more established in the film industry as a woman was necessary, but you couldn’t get mad. This child would be a gift.

“I’d appreciate if I don’t have gross cravings okay? I have to put up with your dad’s questionable food combinations. I may throw up looking at it.” You muttered smiling at the smooth skin you couldn’t wait to grow into a bump.

At the beginning of the pandemic, you, along with Charlie, had flown back to Canada. Living outside of city limits, Charlie was able to still hike and meet up with family in a safe condition. You grew more as a couple as well.

Turning the light off in the bathroom, you made your way to slip your faux fur lined grey and burgundy moccasins—the mid-afternoon sun shining through the windows of the bedroom giving a picturesque view of the forest. Charlie was more than likely in the home gym you had thrown together once arriving at the home.

“I have an idea a little one.” You spoke to the little life you carried inside your womb. After the positive pregnancy and your confirmation with the OB/GYN, you had ordered a few items.

First, it was baby-sized pair of hiking boots to go with a forest green, that matched Charlie’s eyes, onesie with black lettering. The lettering saying ‘And so the Adventure Begins’. The background had with trees and mountains. As nature enthusiasts, you thought it would be perfect.

The box had arrived early this morning when Charlie had been in the shower giving you time to hide it. Now you just had to mention you wanted to go hiking with him.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Charlie spoke, kissing your forehead as he walked into the home. His first instinct to grab a snack after his workout, “How was your nap?”

“Energized me. Hey, are you too tired to go on a short hike?” You questioned filling a glass with water to hand to him. His smile was thanks enough as he tugged you to sit in his lap.

“We haven’t gone on one in quite a while. What brought it on?” Charlie asked, wrapping his arms around to finish his protein bar. His chin coming to rest of your shoulder familiarly; you relaxed into his chest.

“It’s a nice day. We’ve been cooped up in the house for a while. Just wanna get out.” You replied heart doing a flutter when his arms wrapped around your midsection.

“Let me get a few things,” Charlie spoke gently, pushing you up to the job to the spare bedroom. The closet kept the supplies you used for hikes, like the first aid kit that he started bringing after you cut your knee once.

As he collected the items, you quickly changed into clothing acceptable for the hike and shoving the things into the backpack. Slipping it on, you met your husband at the front door lacing up your boots. Charlie lifted the house keys in his hands before he tugged you outside, excited for the escape. His hand never leaving yours, you found the well-used trail you had explored countless times.

“Are you feeling better?” Charlie asked, swinging your hands together, refusing to release his grip. His eyes glancing over to catch your expression.

“I think I was overtired.” You replied, keeping your eyes on the trail looking for the rock you wanted to use.

Charlie’s phone was pulled out to make a short video.

“Get yourself a partner that suggests a hike before you.” Charlie slowed to press a kiss to your flushed cheek, “No but seriously. I’m incredibly lucky to have someone like my wife here.”

“Oh, shush.” You snickered as he intentionally pulled you to a stop to press kisses all over your face. His grin and his love would melt the hearts of his followers. Charlie returned the phone to his pocket as he hummed the melody to Unsaid Emily.

“Be right back.” Charlie spoke, squeezing your hand as he jogged to the forest, “I drank too much coffee this morning!”

You couldn’t help the laugh at his blunt words and his typical caffeine intake, but it gave you the perfect opportunity. Using the limited time, you were quick to place the onesie on the rock with the baby hiking boots near the shoulder. You had forgone on asking for a sonogram picture so you could share that moment with Charlie.

“I always forget to pee before we leave the house. Good thing we live near nature.” Charlie spoke jogging closer to where you were hiding the items behind you.

“Do you think green or mine?” You asked, bringing an expression of confusion on your husband’s face. He stepped closer halting when you stepped to the side, “I think yours. I love your eyes.”

Charlie was frozen entirely at the surprise you had planted in his short absence. He didn’t even notice he had moved until the soft cotton of the onesie brushed his fingertips. With his attention solely on the boots, he hadn’t seen you had a stepped up a camera to catch his reaction.

“Are those…?”

“They won’t need the boots in our arms, but I thought we could match.” You continued shifting with the camera to catch his wonder-filled gaze. His expression melted your heart as he gently caressed the side of the boot from his crouched position.

“We’re-“

“-getting a new hiking buddy.” You finished beaming as Charlie lunged you swing you in his arms, “Okay Char. I’d prefer not throwing up again.”

Charlie stumbled back glancing around the area, “I love how you surprised me, but what if you had fallen? I can’t have my loves hurt.”

 “Charlie. We’re on an easy trail, not Everest. I’m fine.” You deadpanned watching his cheeks flush at your response, “But I would like to get home. I’m so hungry.”

September 2020

Emma Roberts, Sasha Pieterse, Bindi Irwin, High School Music alumni Ashley Tisdale, and Hilary Duff were only a handful of celebrities welcoming babies. If hiding your marriage with Charlie was hard during filming, hiding the pregnancy was harder with your friends. Especially hitting seven months with a big bump concealed with camera angles.

You wanted to keep the news under wraps, so the media focused on the show, not your pregnancy at an early age. Of course, your friends were suspicious of Charlie’s posts and stories, not showing their favourite Gillespie. Carolynn knew just by the fullness of your face barely noticeable to the others.

“Oof.” You breathed wincing at the sharp kick to your ribs from Sprout. Charlie’s concerned gaze glancing over from his interview.

Swiftly rubbing the area, the kick happened your fingers returned to flip the page of the pregnancy book. You had grown used to the concern Charlie carried, he always had his phone fully charged on his hikes. Hikes you hadn’t taken since you surprised him with the little boots; it had been a disagreement, but you got where he was coming from.

“I’m fine, Charles.” You spoke, forcing him to turn his attention back to the closing interview. Once he turned the camera off, he rushed over to crouch in front of the couch, placing his hands on your stretched belly.

“Thought we had a deal Sprout.” He cooed caressing the band shirt covering your stretched skin, “Don’t hurt your mama.”

Your face twisted as the baby shifted, while you were enthralled by the fact you were carrying a child it felt like an alien. It was weird feeling something move inside and kick your damn inside like a fucking soccer ball.

“I can’t wait for the baby to be out.” You groaned, hiding the smile as Charlie’s lips pressed against your belly. You couldn’t wait to see him interact with his child.

“I say we name him Luke.” Charlie teased shifting you ahead so he could slide behind you in the usual position. His fingers immediately massaging your stiff shoulders and neck.

“I like Alex better. He’s the best Phantom.” You retorted reaching up to hold his hands, “Sensitive and his sarcasm? Immaculate.”

“We can table the options at a later time.” Charlie quickly replied chuckling as you moved position once more to rest against his chest. His fingers finding their way into your silky hair, pregnancy hormones had sped up hair growth.

“Hey-“ Your words fractured as your phone buzzed with a FaceTime request from Jeremy. Charlie quickly answered with a snicker as your response was cut off.

Jeremy’s eyes narrowed at the sight of you two on your couch, “My wife and I had drinks with our family. Carolynn slipped and told me something interesting.”

You and your husband froze as Carolynn sheepishly joined her husband in their white bedroom with a quick apology. Guess the cat was out of the bag.

“You guys are having a kid?” Jeremy asked, taking in the two actors he had quickly become good friends with during filming. His mind recalling a moment at his wedding when you guys had disappeared for a good twenty minutes.

March 2020

The Shada wedding had been gorgeous and like a dream to see someone you saw as a brother find his other half. Your hand was kept tight in your husband’s sitting among Owen, Tori and Kenny himself. Owen had snuck himself and Tori wine while Kenny turned his eye to the underage drinking.

“Wanna take a walk?” Charlie murmured in your ear as Jeremy and Carolynn made their way around their guests. His hot breath sending a chill down your spine as his left hand came to rest on your thigh.

The romantic atmosphere with the wine you had had during dinner lowered your inhibitions that you and Charlie snuck to the less used bathroom. You two quickly gave evidence that wedding hookups were very real. You managed to sneak back into the reception where dancing was taking place; a perfect story to why you and Charlie were a little dishevelled.

“Hey!” Owen called seeing you two join him on the floor. The wine had blinded his view of the very obvious couple, Owen knew from catching you two what a quickie appearance looked like.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink Bud.” Charlie spoke to the teenager as Jeremy made his way over to his friends, “Congrats Jer!”

“Thanks, man! When will we get the Gillespie wedding we didn’t get?” Jeremy called over the music beaming when his new wife plastered herself to Jeremy.

“Maybe in the next year.” You retorted twirling in Charlie’s arms thanks to the dance lessons of boot camp.

“Oh my god. Little Gillespie was conceived at our wedding.” Jeremy spoke, leaning back to his wife, “You’d be due in November, right?”

Your cheeks burned as Jeremy and Carolynn put the pieces together swiftly, “Well can we keep this a secret until October? I don’t want to take attention away from the show.”

“You should tell the others.” Jeremy suggested squeezing his wife’s hand, “They might think Charlie kidnapped a baby otherwise.”

Agreeing to announce to your friends Charlie had set up a video hangout with Owen, Mads, Savannah, Jeremy and even Kenny. It was in the later evening with the hiking boots out of shot and your shirt and belly below the camera view.

“Hey, guys!” Charlie greeted his friends as everyone entered the video, “Insane how many fan edits there are!”

“So cool!” Mads beamed addressing Kenny, “Thanks for giving me the chance to be involved in the coolest project.”

“You did all the work.” Kenny waved it off, taking in the cast of one of his favourite projects to date. You all meshed together so perfectly even if your character was only recurring like Sav.

“Hey, Kenny can we get your opinion on something?” You asked, gaining everyone’s attention and excitement after only using texting with the group. Morning sickness and fatigue had depleted your desire to be physically seen.

Kenny nodded, leading you to grab the baby hiking boots, “Do you think these are adequate enough to run from the witches?”

It was utterly silent as Charlie raised the little plaque he had ordered. The plaque included the Hocus Pocus witches in front of a cream moon, faces featureless other than eyebrows and lips. The corner had a cobweb with a little spider and just under it said ‘Winnie, I smell…a child’ with the pregnancy test snug in the cut out. Your favourite was the ‘it’s just a bunch of hocus pocus’ under the test.

“No way!” Owen screamed as all hell broke loose with the others. Charlie beamed at the sheer excitement on their faces.

“You’re having a baby?” Kenny murmured with a smile at the touching announcement and acting being involved.

“Charlie suggested the Hocus Pocus theme because we may have kept it to ourselves and our family?” Your voice went up a few octaves as the truth broke free.

“You haven’t had the kid, right?” Mads questioned peering in the background behind you finding nothing.

“Hopefully we have our hiking buddy in November on the due date. I don’t want to overdue, this kid weighs a ton.” You moaned snuggling into Charlie’s side, “We defin-“

“Jer’s wedding.” Owen interrupted with narrowed eyes, “You disappeared and came back with-“

“-O there is a child present.” Sav joked getting Mads to scoff at her, but everyone made a face as they recalled your disappearing act.

“Oh, your house must be filled with gross food combos. I hope the baby gets Y/N’s looks and taste buds.” Mads called hanging up before Charlie could retort at her. His eyes rolled, but the smile told another story, but slowly each of their friends said their goodbyes.

“At least Owen won’t go spilling the news to anyone.” You snorted playing your hand on Charlie’s large one splayed across your tummy.

You had a lot to thank Kenny for too. Without being cast by him, you wouldn’t have met your friends which in turn would mean you wouldn’t have been at Jer’s wedding. That would have been tragic since his marriage is the sole reason you had a child due in two months.

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Personal Update:

I hate to post this but.... I got covid-19. Most likely the Omikron variant. I have all my 3 shots but well.. it still got me. After 2 years. So far its like a sinus infection for me but I need to quaratine for at least 7 days, with a chance of testing myself free in a week if I haven’t any symptoms then.

Will try to get the big test arranged asap when my doctor’s office opens tomorrow (well when I have a voice then).

For now my mind has to deal with it and tries to cope. Of course this comes in when spring starts and I had planned all the photohootings with the blossoms that are slowly opening up T_T

I’m glad I did the weekly photo in advance :C depending on how I feel over the quarantine I might can start working on Red or Adam. For now I am quite... not feeling like doing anything as the last two days were schooling day and my body is like NOPE KEEP IT THE F DOWN ALREADY.

So... idk. I won’t post much on this I swear, but it could affect my posting schedule regarding the weekly photo or me doing things at all.

I’m sorry to bother your dashboard with this.

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@sohereswhatyoumissedlastweek replied to your post “Guess who has Covid 😔”:

Oh no :( didn't you have a negative test a few days ago?

​YUP.

Basically, on Saturday I was feeling ill and nauseous so I did a rapid test that came with a negative result. Literally half an hour afterwards I got a message from someone I hung out with on Roze Woensdag saying that he’d been feeling ill since Thursday and that he tested positive, so I was like “oh yeah I just did a test for other reasons I’m negative but I’ll pass it along to Alex.”

Also because I planned on going to Amsterdam on Sunday, which I did, and I obviously wanted to be safe. (Oof.) Now, I was like “COVID or not, if I am feeling shit, I am not going to Amsterdam” but miraculously I felt fine yesterday so I went to Amsterdam.

Now this morning I woke up feeling absolute shit. Like... even worse than Saturday. I was just tired and feeling too warm and what not so I was already panicking and I looked into getting a PCR test but I was so tired and I didn’t trust myself to bike to the testing location so I opted for another rapid test and... oof.

So now the question beckons: where the fuck did I get COVID? Was it on Roze Woensdag, cause apparently more people got COVID after that, and did it need some time to incubate? Or did I just get it yesterday in super crowded Amsterdam? After all, yeah there’s an incubation period of some days, but the guy who I hung out with on Wednesday immediately got sick the day after, so it might track that I got it yesterday in Amsterdam. Also the shit way I feel now is different from the shit way I felt on Saturday.

But what if I had it earlier? Cause here’s the thing with that negative result: a part of me did consider that it might be false, since rapid tests aren’t a 10000% reliable, but I dismissed the concern because I knew a lot of other people who also got sick without testing positive (one person even tested negative four times) so the idea of all of us having faulty tests just didn’t really sound believable. Plus the fact that I felt fine on Sunday made me also dismiss the concerns.

But yeah NOW I don’t know anymore. 

Cause here’s the painful part: my family is driving to Italy on Saturday morning, so obviously I immediately called my mum to break the news to her and obviously we all agree I cannot come along if I have COVID (except for my sister, for some reason, who said that it’d probably be fine) (like... what???). Now Dutch quaratine rules say that you have to quaratine for at least 5 days, so you can get out on day 6, from the moment you show symptoms. If today is day 1, then I will definitely miss out on going to Italy, but my mum was like “what if it was a faulty test and you actually started showing symptoms on Saturday???” then I can go with them, under the condition that I am negative and that I have no more symptoms of course, because then I have to continue the quaratine.

But then I went to a packed theatre with COVID and that makes me feel bad too! I mean, yeah, I didn’t know!! But I did dismiss concerns that might’ve been legit!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH

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Artwork - JJ Maybank

Request: Hey! I've read your entire masterlist 😶😬😂 I was wondering if you could do something with jj x reader and she's an artist. Idk I was painting and thought of it, maybe a paint fight or something

A/N: I incorporated the pandemic a little lol. 

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Eyes closed, JJ was laying on your bed, an old quilt stretched out underneath him. It was nearing the 100s outside but inside the air was kicked up and your fan was on, blowing cool air across the bed. JJ was on his back, shirt off, muscles tensing and then relaxing again each time that your brush ran cold paint over his tan skin.  

Quaratine had eaten up most of your summer plans but you had made an entire list of ‘at home’ things that you’d seen on pinterest and tiktok to occupy your time and naturally, you’d roped JJ into most of them. He’d made stickers with you and redecorated CD’s and painted your bedroom. Today’s activity was painting. It had started on regular canvas but had somehow moved to JJ’s back being used as the canvas.  

Bright yellow sunflowers, hints of blue in the background, covered JJ’s skin from the base of his neck to just above his swim trunks. You sat straddling him, a small paint brush in your hand as you finished the last few details. JJ whined at an especially ticklish swipe too close to his side and you bit your lip as he pressed his mouth into his arm to stop from making any more noise.

“I’m almost done.” You promised, careful of the wet paint on his back as you leaned forward to kiss the part of his shoulder that was decorated.  

“Good, I get to do your back after this.” JJ replied.  

“Uh...no.” You shook your head as you grabbed your phone off the bed beside you to take a picture of your handiwork. “I hate to break it to you babe but you aren’t exactly Picasso.”

“I’m assuming that’s some art dude.” JJ said, turning his head slightly, eyes still closed. He smiled like he knew you were taking a picture and you tapped your phone, the flash flickering over him for a second.  

“It is some art dude, yes.” You laughed, climbing off of him as carefully as possible, trying not to smudge your handiwork.  

“Yeah well I could totally paint better than him.” He replied. JJ got up off the bed, stretching his arms up over his head and you bit your lip watching him flex, the muscles in his abs tensing and then relaxing. The artwork on his back was beautiful but you’d argue that nothing compared to actually looking at him. JJ was his own artwork.

“Fine.”  

“Seriously?” He grinned.  

“Seriously. I’ll let you paint on my back.” You conceded, knowing it was pointless to argue. There was no way you had the will power or discipline to say no to any of JJ’s suggestions, even if that meant your back ended up looking like a three-year old’s finger-painting experiment.

“Alright, you know the drill...strip.”

You rolled your eyes at him but pulled your shirt off over your head. Your sports bra went next, dropping it beside the bed before you laid down, getting situated. “You know how lucky you are, you can just lay down you don’t have to like readjust your boobs so they’re not squashed.”  

“You could sit up,” JJ suggested, climbing on the bed, his knees settling on either side of your hips, “then I could paint and have a nice view at the same time.”  

Even with your eyes closed you could tell that JJ was no doubt looking at the mirrored closet door that sat across from the end of your bed. “I’ll stay laying down. You’ll see enough of me when I wash this off later.”

“Wash it off? Please you’ll be begging them to do a living art piece in the MoMa.” He replied. “That’s what it’s called right? The MoMa?”  

“Yeah...it’s called the MoMa.” You smiled knowing that he had remembered. God knows that you had sent him an onslaught of photos sneakily taken inside of the MoMa when you went up to New York with your mom last summer to look at art colleges in NYC.

The first brush of paint ran across your skin and you couldn’t help tensing, the coolness of it shocking you slightly. JJ’s free hand pressed into your back, just above your ass, thumb massaging your skin gently as he continued to paint.  

Your talent in art was as good as JJ’s was bad. While you were thinking of pursuing a degree in art and had been taking private lessons since you were ten, JJ could barely manage a stick figure. That didn’t matter though, whether he could actually draw or not he could appreciate your art. He was an antsy person by nature but he’d sat almost perfectly still for hours at a time for sketches. Everytime you took part in an art show, even if they were just small, local fairs, he got excited about it.  

“What are you painting?” You asked, trying to tilt your head to catch a peek at what colors he was using. You’d done sunflowers on his back because if anyone reminded you of the flower it was JJ. It helped that they were his favorite, something he’d mentioned in passing once when you first started dating. Followed defensively by ‘guys can like flowers too’ not that you had said anything to contradict that.

“You’ll see.”  

“It better not be a dick or something!”

“It’s not a dick! I’m a serious artist here and I am offended that you would even suggest that to me.” JJ replied, sounding offended.  

You hummed skeptically. JJ dipped his brush in the blue, mixing it around on the palette board with the white. It was messier than yours usually looked but he ignored it, running the brush over your back and smiling a little at the actual picture coming together.  

He took his time, just like you had, mixing different shades of blue and adding detail, shading, all the pieces of technique that he had watched you incorporate when you painted. When he was finally finished he grabbed his phone to take a picture, the same way you had taken his picture.  

“I think it looks fucking awesome, if I do say so myself.” He mused.  

“Can I see it or are you just gonna keep sitting on me?”  

“Tempting but...I’ll move.” He climbed off of you careful of the paint.  

You climbed off the bed, holding your arms in front of you as you turned to look in the mirror. JJ had painted waves across your back with a bright sun over your shoulder. You couldn’t help smiling at his handiwork, better than you’d thought it’d look but also, being islanders there was nothing the two of you loved more than the beach. It’d been there that you’d met and there that you’d had your first date.  

“I think you’re right, I might end up putting myself on display in the MoMa.” You said, looking over at your boyfriend and smiling.  

“Not to shabby huh? I’ll be stealing your scholarship soon.” He teased.  

“Oh definitely.”

“You know what we should get?” He asked, moving your art supplies off your bed and over to your desk to be washed later.

“What?” You asked, skeptical.

“Those edible paints.” He replied, “we could do some finger painting on each other.”

“Oh god you are...” You shook your head at him, already knowing where his mind was going. “You better buy me sheets to cover my bed...I’m not washing that shit out afterward.”  

“So that’s a yes.”

“Unbelievably, yes.”

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See you soon

So the Cale blurb turned out differently than I anticipated once I started writing but like, whatever, I think you’ll like this better. It’s also like a three page google doc, so I’m not sure if this counts as a blurb or not, but oh well.  

Warning that there’s mentions of quaratine (indirectly) since this takes place the night of the NHL awards.

Flashbacks are in italics.

I hope you like it!

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“And the winner of the 2019-2020 Calder Memorial Trophy is,” the announcer says, you glued to the TV as you prayed you would hear his name, “Cale Makar!”

You start screaming to your parents that Cale won, jumping up and down as your boyfriend’s face appeared on your TV screen for him to talk about how happy and honored he was that he won the award for the league’s best rookie. As soon as the awards were done, you had planned to Facetime with each other, and now there was even more reason to celebrate. 

You wish you were there with him; he was home in Calgary and you were back in Springfield, Massachusetts, home from school because of the pandemic, 9 hours away from him by plane, on the other side of the continent. “Tell him congrats for us, sweetie,” your mom tells you, kissing your cheek before you head off to your room to call Cale.

As soon as his face appears on your computer screen, rosey cheeks and all, your heart skipped a beat. You had been videochatting as much as you could, but with him playing in the bubble in Edmonton, the calls were much less frequent than either of you had wanted them to be.

“Hey, baby,” he says, in a soft, kind voice. 

“Hey veggie boy,” you call him the nickname you had been calling him since you met. 

Everytime you see him, you can’t help but think about that night you met. 

You were at a party in the Southwest area of UMass during your freshman year, not really wanting to be there, but dragged out by your roommate and the other guys and girls on your floor in one of the Orchard Hill dorms. Not a big party person, you were off to the side, nursing the drink your roommate forced in your hands upon arrival, watching the scene of drunk college students unfold around you. 

“Not much of a party person, either?” you hear someone ask you, taking your attention away from the two girls owning two guys in a game of beer pong. You look to see Cale Makar, the freshman on the hockey team everyone was excited for. Hockey East was arguably one of the biggest and best college hockey conferences, at least in your opinion, and hearing someone like Cale had committed to your school was exciting. You thought you would see him play on the ice; UMass had thirty thousand undergraduate students, what were the chances of meeting him?

“Nah, not really. It’s more fun to watch.” You introduce yourselves, trying to play it cool on the boy you were already forming a crush on. You spent the night thinking up the backstories of the people around you. Whoever came up with the most absurd one would buy breakfast off campus the next morning. 

“Y/N?” you hear Cale ask, bringing you out of your memory and back to reality. “Are you alright? You look upset.”

Looking at your own face on the screen, you hadn’t realized the smile that was on your face when he first picked up was gone, tears starting to form in your eyes. “Yeah, I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

“The night we met. How far you’ve come,” you tell him, “How far away you are.” 

His smile fades away as well, sadness covering his face, practically forcing the tears down your cheeks. You hated that you were making him sad, especially since he just won an award. “I miss you so much,” he whispers, sounding like he was choking back a sob as well.

“I miss you, too,” you manage to let out. “But, hey, babe, you won the fucking Calder! I’m so proud of you. You deserved it.” 

A small smile returns to his face. “Thanks, baby. Did you hear me thanking you?”

You chuckle, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I was too busy screaming to pay attention,” you admit. “The Avs have already posted a video, so I’ll watch it when we’re off.”

You two spend hours catching up on life since the last time you talked to each other a week ago. You had just started your senior year at school, counting down the days before you could graduate and move to Denver to be with Cale, like you had been talking about the last three years. 

The night Cale came back from the Frozen Four game in Buffalo was heartbreaking. It was one of the first nights he didn’t want to talk about hockey, coming to your room and getting into your bed without saying a word to you or any of your suitemates. You had seen him after a tough loss before, but he was never like this. It was never them getting shut out in the national championship. 

“Colorado wants me to start playing with them in the rest of their playoff run,” he finally says, running his hands through your hair as you try to concentrate on the readings you had to do for your class the next morning.

You were used to him travelling for games, but that was with him living in Massachusetts, not in Colorado. “Oh,” you let out, not sure what else to say. “When are you going to join them?”

“I sign the contract tomorrow, and they have a game the next day.” 

You sit up, pulling yourself off his chest to look at him, “Tomorrow?”

He doesn’t look at you, fidgeting with your sheets instead. “Yeah. I want to go, but,” he stops looking up at you and taking your face in his hands. He runs the pads of his thumbs on your cheeks, you reaching up to touch his hands, “I don’t want to leave you.”

“Cale, you have to. If they want you, this is your dream. I’ll be fine.” 

“Yeah, but will I be?” he asks, a small laugh escaping his lips. “I love you,” he says, pulling you in for a kiss. It was soft, sweet, you could tell he felt bad about leaving you. It was the possibility of being your last kiss for who knows only how long that made him kiss you with urgency.

When he finally pulls away, he keeps his forehead pressed against yours. “I’ll still see you when you play in Boston; it’s only two hours away. And, we can call, we can text, or snapchat, or Facetime; we have each other in our pockets at all times,” you try to reassure him, wiping the tears from his cheeks. 

“When you graduate, will you move to Denver, or wherever I’m playing?”

“You think we’ll still be together by then? That’s two more years.”

“I hope so. I don’t plan on stopping loving you.”

“Hey, Cale,” you ask him after sitting there just working, him watching you in the background like he used to when you were still at school together, “Will I like Denver? When I move out there?”

A smile forms on his face at the idea of you two finally being together again. “Yeah. You’ll love it. I do, at least. But it’ll be even better when you’re there. I can’t believe I haven’t been able to see you since May,” he says, looking off to the side as if to not let you see him cry. 

“I know,” you swallow another bout of tears coming on, “But, hey, I’ll be moving out there in June. That’ll go by so fast,” you tell him, excited at the prospect of seeing him in person again. 

“You promise?”

“I mean, I can’t control how you perceive time,” you joke, smiling at the sight of him throwing his head back in laughter. “But I have to watch some video lectures for class, so I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you soon?”

“Tomorrow?” he asks, excited by your nodding in agreement. “I love you. I’ll see you soon.” 

[ayellowcurtain]

Can you write about Robbe running his hands through Sander's hair one day randomly and saying sometimes he misses his blond hair. To which Sander starts playfully teasing him for being shallow, and pouting and saying you only agreed to be with me because you liked my hair didn't you and Robbe is like no baby! There are ahem! other things about you that I like too asdfghjjgj

The idea of his bed, so comfy, with Sander next to him, makes Robbe sleepy and relaxed just thinking about it. Quaratine made him lazy and he’s not ashamed of it. There’s nothing better than to stay inside, snuggling closer to the most handsome guy ever. They went out for a few hours, saw all their friends, had some fun. Now they can go back to hidding inside Robbe’s bedroom until school starts. 

Robbe selfishly wishes they never had to go anywhere else, away from each other. Thinking about school makes him upset. Yeah, maybe he got too used to spending every second of every day with his boyfriend and he wishes they could do that for the rest of their lives. 

Sander went to take a shower when they got home and Robbe carefully walked to the kitchen, hoping his mom wouldn’t hear him. He's looking for some snacks to sneak to his bedroom, grabbing some bottles of water too for the morning and he's so close to falling asleep standing up that he just notices Sander when he's already there, skin so warm and soft from the shower, his damp hair making Robbe's jaw ticke, his lips finding their ways to Robbe's neck, pressing his nose against Robbe, breathing him in.  

"Come to bed, mister,” he whispers and Robbe smiles, relaxing against his boyfriend’s body, closing his eyes for half a second. 

“I’m just getting some things for us to eat...” Sander steals the water vottles from him with one hand, the other tightly around Robbe’s waist, lifting him off the floor, carrying him back to his bedroom. Robbe tries not to laugh, holding the chips and cookies tighter, closing the door for Sander when they finally reach his bedroom, “how was the shower?” 

Robbe drops everything on his bed and Sander carefully puts him back on the floor, throwing the bottles on the mattress too, making Robbe turn to look at him, at his wet hair...and brown. 

“Good, could be better.” Robbe smiles, looking down, pressing his fingers against Sander’s naked shoulders, needing a moment to compose himself and look up at his boyfriend again. Sander is clearly tired too, with the smallest, softest eyes, looking at him, bothered by the lights still turned on and Robbe kisses gently, playing with his hair, “be honest, Robin, you don’t like it?” 

Sander snorts and Robbe rolls his eyes, sighing, tilting his head to the side. They had this conversation before, many times. It just needs some getting used to. 

“I love it, it’s just that I only knew you with bleached hair...it’s just different, ok?”

Sander puts both his hands around Robbe’s waist, pulling him closer, flat against Sander’s still warm and inviting torso. 

“You were only with me because I had white hair, you can say that, I can handle.” Sander teases, lifting his eyebrows and Robbe kisses him before he can continue saying stupid things. 

“I thought you liked what I said, what we did together, how I made you feel, but no-” Sander pouts and Robbe kisses him again, mostly smiling against his boyfriend’s lips that won’t ever shut up. 

“You know what the problem is?” Sander purrs, brushing their lips together, the corners of his lips quietly turning up as he listens to Robbe, so interested it makes Robbe want to eat him alive for being so nice. 

He does the second best thing, carefully undoing the knot Sander made on the towel around his waist, using his hands to show the fabric where to slip to, going down from the small of Sander’s back to his ass, smiling when Sander’s breath hitches with the sudden touch. He quietly pushes Sander to sit on his bed, straddling him, his fingers back on the back of Sander’s neck, playing with his hair, much softer now that it has no bleach, no color, nothing, as natural as it can be. 

“You’re too good, too handsome, too nice. And with the new hair I realized that there’s nothing in this world you can’t pull off.” 

Sander smiles, closing his eyes and Robbe smiles against his lips, kissing his boyfriend until his lips get sore.

[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

I Mean Why Not? - Harry Styles Blurb

Theme: Friends to Lovers.

**

You put the final touch on you hair and makeup before grabbing your bag and shoving everything you would need for a night out. Well, it wasn’t exactly a night out, more like a small gathering at a friend’s house. It had been so long since you had been around other people with everything going, so you were happy to finally be able to go around a small group of friends safely. 

“Chop, chop let’s go!” Your friend Susie said at the door. 

“I’m coming,” you said grabbing a bottle of tequila. 

Susie rolled her eyes, “Really?” 

“What? It’s proper to bring something,” you said. 

“Whatever,” she said. “Now, let’s go.” 

Once in the car, you could tell Susie was looking at you, “Can I help you?” 

“So, are you excited to see Harry again? It’s been ages since the two of you have seen each other,” she said. 

“Of course, we facetimed a few times over the last couple of months, but it’s not the same,” you said. 

“Are you two going to continue wasting time?” She asked. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What?” 

“You know exactly what I mean,” she said. “You two are so bloody in love it’s disgusting really, so the sooner you two get together the better for everyone.” 

You laughed, “What? Harry and I are not in love with each other. We’re best friends, you know men and women can be friends without there being feelings.” 

“Yes, they can, but you and Harry can’t. You two never have been,” she said. “There’s always been something there between the two of you and you know it. Also, you can’t tell me that you’ve never felt something for him or thought about fucking him.” 

You were about to answer no, but you quickly realized that would be a lie. 

“I rest my case,” she said. 

“No case has been solved,” you rolled your eyes. “There was one time and it was when I was drunk.” 

“Drunkenness reveals sober thoughts,” she said. 

“Okay, little miss know it all, if Harry and I are as in love as you claim to think, why haven’t we admitted our feelings to each other and got together? I mean we’v been dating other people for years.” You said. 

“Because both of you are stubborn as shit and won’t admit to the other because you’re afraid the other doesn’t feel the same way, so instead of just being honest, y’all are being little shits who would rather pine for the other from afar and flirt like it’s going out of style,” she said. 

“Why am I friends with you again?” You mumbled. 

“Because you know I’m right,” she smirked. 

** 

Harry was finalizing everything for the small dinner party of friends he was having that night. Sarah and Mitch had already arrived to help set up, which Harry appreciated. However, what he didn’t was Mitch going on about your relationship with Harry. 

“You’re honestly telling me the truth that you and Y/N have never hooked up in the years that you’ve known each other?” He asked. 

“No, we haven’t,” Harry groaned. “Yes, we’ve slept together.. in the same bed, but we’ve never fucked slept together.” 

“Interesting,” Mitch said. “Have you thought about it at least?” 

Harry took a swig of his beer, “I can’t deny that, so yeah, but ages ago.” 

“Riiiight,” Mitch said. 

“Look why is it that anytime I’m spending time with Y/N or mention her everyone suddenly starts planning a wedding or some shit,” he groaned. 

“Because it’s so painfully obvious that you two are supposed to be together, but both of you suck at communication which means you two are getting nowhere past the friend zone,” Sarah added in. 

“What she said,” Mitch said pointing to her. 

Harry rolled his eyes, “Even if it was true that I felt something for Y/N, she’s nevr said anything to me, so I would assume she doesn’t feel like that towards me. Hell, she could think of me as her brother.”

“Just like you think about her as a sister?” Mitch raised an eyebrow. 

“You know what, fuck you,” Harry mumbled. 

**

Throughout the evening, everything was going well, however, you couldn’t get what Susie had said and it definitely made you more aware of your actions whenever you were around Harry. Truth is, yes, you were in love with your best friend. You had been for the past couple of years, but you never thought to tell him because at the time you realized it, he was in a relationship with someone else. 

You glanced slightly over towards Harry, who was sitting next to you. His arm was around your shoulder as you leaned into him. Everyone was chatting about their “quaratine stories” and Harry was talking about something in LA. You were barely even listening, so when everyone else started having conversations of their own, you didn’t notice. 

At least until Harry got your attention, “You okay?” He asked. 

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine,” you said. 

“You sure?” He asked. 

“Yeah, i’m a good,” you smiled. 

He smiled kissing the top of your head when Mitch cleared his throat. “What’s going on with you two? Be honest.”

“Fuck off with that shit, mate,” Harry groaned. 

“No, really, I second that question,” Susie said. 

“For fuck’s sake,” You facepalm. 

“Raise your hand if you think that Harry and Y/N are secretly in love with each other, but they refuse to admit it,” Sarah said holding her up. 

As soon as she ended her sentence, everyone raised their hand, but you and Harry. 

“Well, this is awkward,” you laughed taking a sip of your drink. 

**

Later that night, you decided to stay behind to help Harry clean up and address the elephant in the room. You finished up in the kitchen before looking over at him. 

“I uh.. I think we should talk about a certain topic of conversation that came up,” you said. 

“Yeah, um, about that, Mitch was just trying to start shit,” he said. “He think it’s funny, but he’s always bringing it up and it was just not fucking cool.” 

“That’s the thing though,” you said. “Susie and a lot of people are always bringing it up. The amount of times I get asked if we’ve ever hooked up.. is way too many times for two people who haven’t.” 

“So, what are you saying exactly?” he asked. 

“I’m saying that maybe... maybe they’re not wrong,” you whispered. 

Harry walked closer to you, closing the remaining distance between you, “Y/N- do you have feelings for me?” 

You sighed turning a bit to lean against the counter, looking down. Since you didn’t give him a verbal answer, he placed his finger under your chin and made you look up at him. 

“Blink once for yes, twice for no,” he laughed. 

You blinked once with a laugh and next thing you know his lips are pressed against yours. You quickly fall into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he holds his at your waist. His body pressed against yours pushing you into the counter, but you didn’t care. 

“Wow,” you whispered pulling away. “So...does this mean...” 

“That I’m so in love with you?” He asked. “Yes.” 

“Does this mean we’re going to give a relationship a shot?” You asked. 

“I mean.. .why not?” He smirked. 

You rolled your eyes shaking you head before pulling him back down for another kiss. The only downside to this new relationship venture is having to hear Susie and Mitch talk about how they were right this whole time. 

But having your best friend be the one you were in love with was beyond worth it. 

**

So... yeah... I’ve written this over like three times because I wasn’t happy with it.  This is the better one of the three, so I’m posting it. I really wanted this to be more detailed and better, but the words just were not coming. Sorry, if this wasn’t what y’all wanted, but eventually I’ll get out of this writing rut... fingers crossed.