#which is really funny bc 1) we're friends and 2) she's got a girlfriend so we had to explain that she's lesbian married (not Actually

[sapsolais]

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[peachhcs]

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oh my god. i love them so much and im so glad they are doing better!

mack is so fucking funny… wait till he sees all the scratch and hickeys all over will…

part 12/slight bonus! writing macklin's dialogue and banter is my favorite thing to do bc he obviously loves will and samy and loves to poke fun at will about every single thing

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part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11

"sooo, tell us about your weekend," thomas asked as soon as he got the chance once practice was over for the day on monday. the others circled in around him and the blonde just as curious to know too.

will flushed from where he sat at his stall cleaning himself up and preparing for a shower, "it was really good. we had a lot of fun."

"you gotta bring her to one of our parties. we're dying to meet her after hearing so much," eklund cut in with a little smirk.

the sharks players had been itching to meet samy since they found out she was their rookie's longtime best friend and girlfriend. they'd only heard stories and seen the photos.

"yeah, maybe next time or when she comes to a game," will hummed, glad his teammates were eager to meet her. it reminded him of boston and his linemates who were also just as excited to meet samy when they moved to plymouth.

"how much fun did you guys really have?" thomas poked some more obviously just in good fun, but also to tease the blonde.

"let's just say will's passenger seat was not in the right position when i got into it," macklin cut in before will could answer.

the bonde's face quickly burned in embarrassment as he eyed his friend to shut up.

"woah..did you guys go at it?" thomas continued along with a few snickers from the others around them.

"maybe," will tried playing it off. he didn't mind the teasing, but he did kind of mind telling them about his sex life because obviously, that was a pretty intimate and private topic that he wasn't going to willingly share with everyone.

"aw, come on. don't be shy. you totally did," ecklund roughed up will's arm in a teasing manner. all the hockey player did was shake his head slightly and play it off with a smile.

they seemed to lay off for now which will was grateful for. he escaped back into the showers to clean himself off and get out of the rink before anyone else wanted to poke at him about his weekend.

by the time him and macklin got back into his car, most of the guys were gone already so the blonde evaded any more questions they had. the two threw their stuff into the back and then got themselves situated in the front seats.

as will messed around with some things before starting the car, he didn't realize his shirt had ridden up and exposed a bit of his back. macklin was adjusting himself and snapping his seatbelt into place when his eyes caught sight of will's exposed skin and then the slight red.

"woah, you take too hot of a shower or something?" the brunette wondered to which will grew confused.

"huh?"

"your back is like red. you good?"

still, will was confused so he reached around to touch his back where the skin was exposed. he felt around, not feeling anything tender, but his fingers did brush over a line of raised skin.

"just let me see for a second," macklin offered, wanting to make sure his friend was okay. he helped will lift his shirt up more and that's when he saw more red marks running up and down will's back like someone attacked him.

"holy fuck, why is your back all scratched up?"

as soon as the question left his lips, macklin immediately knew and will remembered at the same time. the brunette scrunched his nose up, "dude, what the fuck. this too? jesus, how hard did you go this weekend?"

the blonde's face flushed in more embarrassment as he quickly pulled his shirt all the way down. "what? we didn't go that hard," will defended himself.

"how many times did you even fuck? i know the car was 1," macklin raised his eyebrow and will seriously couldn't believe he was having this conversation again.

"i guess 3. the other 2 were in my room," he admitted a bit sheepishly.

"oh my god. you're disgusting. remind me to never be in the same house as you two.," macklin shook his head like he was some disappointed dad hearing all of this.

"hey. if you had a girlfriend right now, i know you'd be the exact same, so i don't wanna hear it," will rolled his eyes.

"please tell me that's it. please tell me i'm not gonna discover anything else remaining from this weekend that has to do with that," macklin made a circular motion with his hand towards will, a look of disgust still on his features.

"there's hickeys on my chest, but that's it. swear it," will watched macklin roll his eyes hearing that.

"jesus christ, smitty. you guys are hornyyy, wow. i gotta go home and drink bleach so i never think of this again," the brunette shook his head which earned him the middle finger as will finally pulled out of the parking lot.

"you're so over dramatic. what happens when you get a girlfriend?"

"we won't be as horny as you two," macklin shot right back without mssing a beat.

"and what happens if you guys end up having to do long distance and don't see one another for weeks on end?" will raised his eyebrow.

"that will be none of your business," the younger boy crossed his arms.

"right. can't wait to see the hickeys on you then. i'll tease you all about it," the blonde grinned and macklin shoved him.

it was safe to say neither of them talked about the occurrences in will's car ever again. or at least until samy came back to visit. the younger brunette made sure to stay far, far away while she was in town again.

[zwiebelii]

tw death, tw lung cancer

(it's not *that* sad, but nonetheless, it's about actual human death, so tw nonetheless)

Around 2 years ago I worked at the local christmas market, and the owners of the shop I worked at were an old couple, who were really really nice. Overall, it was a very familiar atmosphere, none of that corporate bs, they also paid us considerably well, and we're just. In general really cool chill old people. It was a lot of fun working with them, and if I ever get the chance, I would like to work there again.

Unfortunately they both smoked a lot, especially the man, who was also Coughing™ a lot. Now, 1 year ago, I talked to the woman, and found out that he had been diagnosed with lung cancer. But she also told me that the chemotherapy was apparently working, and how happy she was that she could spend another Christmas with him, etc, and that’s the last thing I had heard from them, until about 2 weeks ago. Basically, she posted some pictures of him with friends and family on her WhatsApp story, as well as a picture of his tombstone, showing that he died in July of this year.

I remember seeing it while I was in the bus, and almost starting to cry, but I managed to hold the tears back, thinking I’ll deal with this at home. However, shortly after that, I started having a migraine, and the rest of the day was just lying in bed and suffering, and the whole thing kind of… didn’t register in my head? Or I pushed it back bc I genuinely really liked this grandpa, to the point where I can definitely say he is a bit of a role model for me. When I worked at the Christmas market he was already in his late 60s, and he was the type of old person that had seen and experienced so much stuff, you could ask him about ANYTHING in the world and he would have some sort of story to tell. He was also just really really good at talking and telling stories, he had at one point been part of a union and in general had been active politically when he was younger, and he was so so so incredibly kind.

Now here’s where the……. “Funny” Part comes:

His surname was “Bonk”, which is rather rare in Germany, and also just. A funny name. During the time I was working there, I had a joke going on with my friends, where I would “bonk” them on the head as a greeting (not actually hitting them, just doing the motion), and them “bonking” me back. So when I found out that my boss’ name from my first ever job was “BONK” of all things, this was fucking hilarious. Also, when he would answer a call, he didn’t say something like “Ja, hallo?”, but he would just say “Bonk.”, and me and the others working there (mostly students) would have to hold back our laughing.

And yesterday I was video calling with my boyfriend, and I had completely forgotten about the whole thing, when my boyfriend at one point mimicked the “bonk” meme - at which point it all suddenly came crashing down, and I just started sobbing uncontrollably. At the same time, this whole situation was so incredibly absurd, bc of all things that could have possibly reminded me of this, it was a MEME to finally do the trick. My bf was super worried, bc, imagine it from his perspective:

You’re video calling your girlfriend who’s doing an exchange semester abroad, everything is normal, you’re joking, then you act like you’re hitting your own head and say “bonk bonk bonk” - and suddenly she starts wailing like a baby. Poor boy got scared that something bad had happened to me 😭😭

So bc of the absurdity of the situation I just started… cry-laughing? And I managed to explain what had happened, and why I was crying, and then we just sat there laughing (while I was still crying), and just. Ahhhhhhhhhh

I’m still sad about his passing, especially the thought that I will never again talk to him or listen to his silly stories really gets to me. But the whole situation kind of… lit up how I think about this? And I think it fits right into Herr Bonk’s humor, so I like to think that if he might still be watching or something like that, he finds it funny and probably has some sort of comeback about how I’m so silly for crying at this :,)

Anyways that was a lot of rambling sjhrfgjsdhgf if someone’s still reading this, please remember to support your local small businesses and artisan shops

[bnuyy]

for my obi <3

1. tattoo parlor! i went in to get my first ever tattoo and i was visibly nervous while in the waiting area and he noticed. so he outright asks "Is this your first time?" and i nod, can't really speak bc a big beautiful man is speaking to me and my nerves are already wrecked, but he keeps smiling and carries on the conversation. "I'm here for my second, but still nervous about it. I hate needles." He speaks in such a light hearted manner and with such a gentle disposition that i started calming down enough to ask what he's getting. he says he has the sigil of his fire department on his chest and he wants to get an arm piece, some patterns he and his tattoo artist worked on designing together, and he lets me see it on his phone. he knows it will hurt a lot, but he's been thinking on it for a while and knows it will be worth it.

i tell him that he helped me calm down a bit and face this with a bit more courage, and he says he's happy to. soon it's my turn to to go and i leave the waiting area to go get started and say a quick little bye. while i lay back on the leather chair and have the design traced onto me, i'm starting to get nervous again until i look past the curtain that isnt closed entirely to see obi taking his seat on the other side. he spots me and smiles, and i smile too, feeling my heartbeat relax a little. soon we're both cringing and sweating at the pain, and my eyes are closed most of the time but when i open them to look at him, his eyes are shut tight and he's clenching his jaws in a way that is extremely attractive, and his face is bright red and shining with sweat, and he looks gorgeous even though i feel bad. he opens one eye to look at me and manages a stiff smile through the pain, and lifts his free arm to show his hand making a corna, silently communicating that he's all good. i lift mine and do the same which makes him smile wider. eventually mine is done, but his still has a long way to go since his is bigger. it felt daunting and weird, but i went and waited for him in the lobby to see how it turned out and to see if i could talk to him a bit more. the whole time i just kept going back and forth about how ridiculous this felt, how he must definitely have a beautiful girlfriend already, how he wouldnt have done the same for me, how he'll think i'm creepy etc etc. but right before i decided to leave, i see him stand from his chair and notice me, his smile reaching his eyes and once again i feel less anxious because of him. he shows me his awesome tattoo on his huge bicep, i show him mine (felt funny cause i got it on my hip and had to lift my shirt to show him even if just a little bit and i started to feel warm having him look at such an intimate part of my body with such attentive eyes) and he says i made a great tattoo buddy and helped to keep him calm, which was surprising because i felt that he did that for me. so he says the next time he gets a tattoo, he hopes i'm there too and went and gave me his number. we walked out together, laughing about how sore we felt, but happy about our new body art and the fact that we met.

2. kind of both at the same time. we talked as friends for quite a while like months as besties, on the phone and texting each other as much as possible, stuff to brighten the other's day, send something that would make each other laugh or whatever. however, the longer the nightly conversations went, the more attached we grew to each other and the tension was there but neither of us really knew what to do. casually i told him that i think he's my favourite person, and he said that i'm definitely his. i said that it's too bad because of our busy lives that my favourite person hasnt been recieving the attention he deserves, and he said the same about me. that he wants his favourite person to know that she is special to him and that he wants to give her all of his attention, his care, and his love. that last part made us both kind of pause over the phone only cause i thought i was hallucinating, but before he could wonder whether or not i hung up, i said that i want my favourite person to know that he makes me feel safe and comfortable and i want him to feel loved just as much. we can hear each other smile over the phone while mumbling sleepily little 'goodnights' and wishes for the other to sleep well.

3. we had already hung out a lot, like getting coffee together and movies at each other's places, but our first date as a couple was a little picnic by a duckpond. we laugh and talk with his head on my lap, i teach him how to skip stones, we look at dogs going on walks, and just enjoy each other's company. he makes fun of how messy i am when eating fruit, and before i can get embarrassed and pick up a napkin, his hand is on my cheek and his thumb wipes away the juice from the corner of my mouth. i stare with butterflies in my tummy when he takes his thumb into his mouth and licks it clean. his eyes seem more serious than before, but he smiles as he picks up another strawberry and says "lemme help you." and brings it to my lips. i keep eye contact while i bite it, but i have to look away while chewing bc i feel embarrassed. when i look back up at him he's still staring and still looks just as intense. he put his thumb on my chin again, but there's nothing to wipe away he just gently grabs hold of my face while he leans forward. i get bold and meet him half way, and his kisses taste like mango and pineapple. eventually i wound up on his lap with my arms around his shoulders while he has one arm around my back and his other hand is squeezing my thigh through the slit in my dress. our makeout session is cut short when we hear scuffling beside us and pull apart to see a squirrel stealing the last of our almonds and scurrying away. we just watch it leave, still holding onto each other and breathing heavy feeling all fuzzy, and all he says is "well damn." absolutely devastated to have his almonds stolen. of course i burst out laughing and he starts laughing too, and we decide that it's time to pack up and go before we're robbed of anything else.

4. if not for that squirrel i'm almost positive we would have done it right there on that blanket out in the open gjkkfjkgjk but no we did not

selfship question of the day — because i love hearing about y’all selfships?

today ladies, gents, & non-binaries..we’re talking about the past with your self-ship. give me the history of you and your boo.

1. how’d you two met? pls don’t care how long or short the answer is..give it to me !!

2. who made the first move? which one of you love birds shoot their shot first? 🤔

3. first date? how was it? where’d y’all go? what y’all do?

4. be honest bestie, y’all fucked on the first date or nah? 👀