#I’m not working tomorrow so I will try and spend some time on better content for you all

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

saying goodbye

(cw: age gap 25/41; mndi, slight nsfw; angst, brief discussion of loss and fear of death)

the part before: comforting him

I wanted to do something nice for König before he goes on his next mission, before he has to leave. Which is quite the challenge to make it a surprise from him when you’re living together. Well, staying together, but it doesn’t change the fact that we spend most of our time with each other.

Another reason, why this doesn't feel like dating anymore. It doesn't feel like just being exclusive. It doesn't feel like a living arrangement because he broke my bed. Also, he seems to be doing better again, after the little downward spiral that plagued him at the end of last week. At the same time… I can't shake the feeling that he's a bit more closed off than he was before.

I sigh. He’ll leave in only two days and we agreed that I would go home tomorrow because, well… it can’t be postponed any longer.

I already knew he has to sort out some stuff today before being deployed, driving into the city, getting a medical check-up and also arranging the details for my new bed to finally be delivered. But this gives me the chance to pack up most of my stuff and prepare what I wanted to surprise him with while he is away for a few hours.

I went grocery shopping after work, got everything that the recipe called for, and started as soon I was back at his place. I cut so many onions for this, I’m all cried out, but I still can’t help the little lump sitting in the back of my throat, closing it up, which has nothing to do with the cut vegetables

He comes back earlier than I anticipated, mumbling something about an incompetent doctor and how he doesn’t like to have his blood drawn. But I shoo him out of his own kitchen with a few comforting words, tell him to sit in the living room and read something. And not disturb me.

“Aye-aye, Ma’am.”, he says, an amused smirk on his face as he jokingly salutes. I roll my eyes and laugh a little, patting his butt, to make him hurry along.

I still need to prepare the sidedish and let the stew cook for a little longer to make sure the meat is tender and the sauce is thick enough. At least that’s what the recipe said. And I need to make sure I do everything right.

When it’s finally done, the kitchen looks like somebody threw around food, although I did my best to clean up as I go.

I fill one of the soup dishes with the stew, putting the Nockerl in there as well, the dough already soaking up some of the sauce. I compare the dish in front of me with the picture from the recipe and I’m actually content with how it came out.

I set the plate down on the island where the seats are and call for König while I get myself a smaller portion. I hear his steps before his huge stature appears in the doorframe.

“Uh, dinner is ready.”, I say wryly smiling at him, with my plate in my hands. I set it down next to his.

“I can see that and I already smelled the cooking in the living room, it smells deli-“ The words gets stuck in his throat as he comes closer, stopping in front of the plate. He drops onto the seat, the furniture aching under his weight. The smile he was still wearing when he came into the kitchen has dissipated, his mouth hanging open, when he looks up from his plate, his eyes finding mine. He looks almost in shock.

I sit down next to him, suddenly very unsure if this whole ordeal even was a good idea.

“You cooked Gulasch?”, he asks, his voice wavering.

I nod. “Yes, I remember how you said that you liked it, so uh, I tried to make it.”

“But you’re vegetarian.”, he adds.

“Yes, but you aren’t. And the original recipe calls for beef.”, I explain, putting the doughy pillows that the Austrians call Nockerl onto my fork, scooping up some of the sauce. I just want to try a bit of, tasting a part of his origins.

He’s still staring as I put the fork into my mouth, and well, he didn’t promise too much when he was talking about his favourite food because that’s really delicious. Though I’m unsure about how authentic it is.

His gaze moves from me to the plate in front of him, finally picking up the fork, and he digs in, taking the biggest bite. I wait to see what his reaction would be like. He shovels two, three forkfuls into his mouth, chewing, tasting. And then suddenly just stops. Goes completely still. And I don’t know what’s going on as his head drops forward, his hair hanging in front of his face.

A small silent sob shakes his chest and a stray tear falls from his face into the stew. My heart drops to my feet. Fuck.

“We don’t need to eat it, if it’s no good.”, I say lightly, trying not to let it affect me. When I go to grab his plate, his head whips in my direction, and I finally get a good look at his face.

“What, no?! I-“ He takes a deep breath, his hand wiping over his eyes quickly, like the tear was never there. “This is the nicest thing somebody has done for me in a long time.”, he finally says. “And it reminds me of my Oma.” A deep sigh shakes his tall frame. “So, thank you, okay? It’s delicious.” He takes my hands, softly pulling them towards him, pressing a kiss on each palm.

The sadness in his eyes isn’t completely gone when I look into them, and I didn’t anticipate that this simple gesture of cooking him his favourite meal would have him in shambles like that. But the smile that turns up the corners of his mouth is a warm one, thankful and happy.

“You’re welcome.”, I simply tell him. “I’m glad you like it.” I press my lips to his, reassuring the big giant that it was okay, without saying it out loud.

When I pull back, he lingers, his hand shooting up to the back of my head, stealing another kiss. Long, deep and oh so soft. Another “thank you”, without saying it out loud.

“What was your Oma like?”, I ask him, taking a forkful of my sauced-up Nockerl. He talked about her before, but it might keep me from tearing up as well.

The smile on his face gets wider and he starts to tell stories about her. Leaving the other people in his family out of it, for the most part.

How she always asked him to get the stuff from the upper shelves because he was already taller than her at age 12. How he sat in the kitchen doing his homework while she cooked. How she stopped pestering him about going to church on Sunday eventually, but still almost smacked him in his head when he turned the cross in the living room upside down as a joke. How she cried when he joined the military because that was the last thing she wished for him. How she still let him go and how he had to promise her to come back – or else. How he helped her in the garden every time he came home and kept doing that well into his 30s. And how he nearly missed her funeral because he almost couldn’t get permission to leave for a few days.

König takes seconds and even thirds, eating almost all of the Gulasch I cooked. I’m already done sitting over my empty plate, listening to him talk, getting us something to drink. When he is done as well, he grabs the plates to wash up, not letting me help in any way, because “Oh no, you already cooked and everything”. He tells me to pick out a movie I’d like to watch, the glint in his eyes telling me that it’s probably going to get cut short again, so I put on Pulp Fiction, a movie we both have watched countless times before.

He laughs as he comes into the living room with a beer in his hand and sees my choice on the flatscreen, taking a seat at the couch and I hop onto his lap when his ass barely touched the cushions. We’re entangled, as close as you can be. And it doesn’t take long for his hands to wander. Squeeze, caress, stroke over my body. Teasing me with soft kisses against my neck until a heavy sigh leaves my lips. He takes that as an invitation to finally take me to the bedroom where he lies me down on the mattress to eat me out, while he kneels on the floor. Messy, sloppy licks and nibbles, his fingers methodically filling me until I cum for him, my thighs pressing together around his head.

He crawls over me, pushing into me with his dick, after teasing my clit some more with his tip, the piercing deliciously pressing into the sensitive nub.

Slow and sweet doesn’t mean less intense, the soft stretch with every sensual roll of his hips sending sensations over my body, making me pant and throw my head back with pleasure.

His hand on my chin compelling me look at him while he is fucking me like this… until it doesn’t feel like just fucking anymore. When I come again, this time around his dick, it feels like a soft wave washing over me, his name on my lips, and he doesn’t stop pushing into me, prolonging my orgasm and chasing his own until he spills inside me.

He presses kisses to my cheek, pulling me into him, and we snuggle up against each other to fall asleep. My back is against his front, the heat of his body warming me, that I don’t even need a blanket. Feeling the comfort of his embrace a little more clearly than usual.

And the realisation hits me that he is going to leave. And I’m gonna go back home, to my apartment. No more König when I come home from work. No shared meals in the kitchen, no sitting in his lap on the couch. No laughing fits in the middle of the night when one of us says something so stupid that the other can’t comprehend. No filthy sex and tender kisses. No calling him “old man” to get a rise out of him. No dirty punishment for my bratty ass. No feeling him inside me, his brows turned up, his eyes rolling back in ecstatic expression as he comes. None of it, at least for some time.

I push those thoughts away, pulling his arms tighter around me as if I could keep him like this. I close my eyes, ignoring the one stray tear that rolls down my cheek, and drift off into sleep.

And with this the day I have been dreading the whole week is finally here. The day when I return to my own apartment after staying with him for weeks. I even took a day off of work for this.

I’m trying not to let it show too much, because it’s a bit stupid. This living arrangement always was meant to be temporary and I always knew he was on leave, needing to go back to his work at some point sooner or later. But now that it’s here… I kinda don’t want it to happen at all.

The coffee tastes a little bitter as I sip it, even though he added just as much milk as usual, with the typical joking disgust while diluting the tasty elixir, that always makes me chuckle and shake my head.

The sunlight streaming through the big windows in the living room blinds me as it reflects off the shiny couch upholstery when I go to collect Mimi from her spot, putting her in the cat carrier.

The book I finished reading on the weekend gets caught when I push it into its place on the shelf, some of the pages creasing. I curse, showing König and apologizing. He takes the book from my grasp, straightening out the crinkles, and puts it back. “Don’t worry, Liebes, it’s just a book.”, he says, his arm coming around me as he pulls me against his warm body and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

I get the rest of my stuff, seeing that one of my yarn balls has tangled into a net of knots, and I curse again. Of course, it did. I put my crochet bag into one of the boxes and carry it outside.

With a sigh I look back over my shoulder one last time and close the door behind me, placing my stuff in the trunk and climbing into the driver’s seat of my own car. Starting it and driving after him, and it’s weird not to sit right next to him in his car.

It’s weird being home again. Letting Mimi out of her carrier, the little kitty running around, brushing against his legs. And he picks her up, carrying her around, just like they always do. The small creature is purring against his chest as he shimmies her around, humming some tune I can't place.

It’s weird standing here in my apartment with him, waiting for the bed to be delivered. I can feel my bubbly yapping coming back, not being able to shut up, and König is listening like he always does. Short, one-worded answers while his hand is petting Mimi, scratching between her ears and under her chin.

The doorbell ringing tears us from our conversation. The delivery guys are handing the packages over, asking if they should help bring them in, but König declines, giving them a tip and sending them their way.

I’m not as easily deterred from trying to help with the packages, although König is carrying most of them, barely breaking a sweat, while I struggle with the smallest one.

Sitting on the bedroom floor, his tall figure still reaching up to my hips before I get down next to him. He’s glancing at the instructions, squeezing his eyes together, but I can tell he’s having a hard time seeing the illustrations of the steps correctly.

And of course he is too stubborn to ask for help. I grin to myself and shake my head. “Forgot your glasses?”, I ask him, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.”, he says wryly, and I extend my hand, suggesting silently he’ll hand over the instructions and he does, with a sigh and a little smile.

While I’m still studying the instructions, he’s laying out the pieces and already putting the first parts together. Of course, he is choosing the hands-on approach, even with stuff like that, figuring it out as he moves along, and I chime in with a few comments here and there, guiding the construction.

His long hair is getting in the way and I lend him a hair tie, and I don’t think I’ll ever manage to get over how meticulous he puts his hair in a ponytail. I mean, he probably has done that same move for years, his hands collecting all the stray strands, the band snapping around them with two quick motions and then it just sits perfectly at the back of his head.

We spent so much time together and I realise that I’ve never seen him do that. The whole time he was always wearing his hair down, some strands hanging in front of his face. Sometimes he put them into a lose bun when he was working out, but never like this.

“What?”, he asks me, a hint of uncertainty on his face.

I shake my head. “Nothing, your hair looks good like that.”, I say, clearing my voice when it dares to break off, but I save it with a smile which gets mirrored by his, and I can’t help but put a kiss onto it while a pang of something spreads in my chest. I feel like I know him so well, and yet I keep learning parts of him I’ve never seen before.

“Come on, Hexe.”, he says when I linger, prolonging the kiss, caught in my thoughts, his hand patting my hip which makes me giggle a bit, but I can't shake the feeling that's settling in my stomach. Fuck, he's gonna leave.

Pretty quickly we construct the bed, it’s easy enough, especially when you’re following the instructions – a sentiment I say out loud after he managed to stick two pieces together who fit, but actually belong like that. He just grins and pulls them apart easily, his muscles flexing for just a moment.

“Show-off.”, I say, sticking my tongue out at him.

Finally, the frame is done, the slats already fitted into it and last but not least, we hoist the mattress onto them.

“You didn’t need to buy me a new one, you know.”

He shoots me a look. A knowing one.

“Really, it was fine. The old one would have sufficed.”

“I have slept on that mattress. You needed a new one.”

“Oh, that's just your old bones.”, I quip, and I know how ridiculous I must sound telling that to a soldier who can probably sleep anytime anywhere.

He pinches my nose. “You're not getting younger yourself, Missy.”, he answers. "Your back will be thankful."

“Yeah, yeah.”, I say grinning and bump my hip against his, rather hitting the burly thigh, before getting some bedsheets.

The fresh sheets match the nice dark wood of the bedframe, the bed now looking so much nicer than the rest of my furniture pieces.

“Thanks. For the new bed.”, I tell him, smiling up at him, getting on my tiptoes.

“No need to thank me, Liebes.”, he answers, leaning down and meeting me halfway for a kiss. “It was my fault you needed a new one in the first place.”, a wry grin accompanying his words.

“Well, this looks much sturdier like the one I had before.” I tap the wooden frame, a hollow knock resounding.

“Well, I needed to make sure that it wouldn’t break that easily again.”, he says, smiling down at me, a twinkle in his eyes. A reminder of how we broke it in the first place.

“Care to test that theory?”, I ask him cheekily, although I’m not really in the mood right now. My heart is way too heavy.

Before I can say anything else, he grabs me by the waist and lifts me up on the bed, the mattress dipping down under my weight. His hands are steadying me when I start to jump up and down, bouncing on it. Damn, it’s really nice. And I don't dare to ask how much he spent on it.

“Sturdy enough, you think?”, he asks me.

I nod. “You wanna come up here too?”, I tease him.

He shakes his head, just grinning, following my movements up and down with his eyes.

“Oh come on!”, I exclaim, not ready to stop this sillyness.

He pulls up his eyebrows. “I don’t think that would be wise, we don’t need to push it.”, he grins, when all of a sudden, there’s a faint cracking sound, and I stop, almost toppling over trying to hold my balance on the wobbling mattress.

“Point and case.”, he remarks as his arms coming around my waist as he lifts me off the bed.

“Okay, okay…”

I hold onto him like a little spider monkey, my legs closing around him, my cheek pressing against his shoulder as I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. Like I could keep him here like that. Or he’ll just take me with him when I stick to him like a limpet. Maybe I’m small enough to fit into his pocket.

My fingers get caught in his hair as I try to run them through it like I always do, and he pulls the hair tie from them, putting it away, letting me play with the long strands, as he goes to sit down.

The couch in my apartment is way smaller than his, his frame fills the cushions easily, so I have nowhere else to sit but his lap. Like I would have sat anywhere else. Trying to be as close to him as possible.

We’re not saying anything, just sitting here. My head rests against his shoulder, his scent all around me. I can hear his heart beat, feel it beneath my fingertips resting on his chest. Steady and strong, but a little too fast.

His hands are gently caressing my thighs and back, and even though I feel the sadness seep into me, the soft touches ground me.

We sit in silence for what seems eternity while at the same time lasting barely more than the blink of an eye. And I wish we could remain in this moment, frozen in time, but well.

He sighs softly, the deep sound pulling me from my thoughts, and I lift my head, to look at him.

“We need to say goodbye.” He slumps back, his shoulders hitting the backrest. “I wish I didn’t need to go.”, he exhales. Saying what I was thinking.

"Don't worry, I'll still be here when you're on leave again.", I tell him, softly kissing his cheek. He turns to me, the expression on his face serious and... a bit sad.

"But you shouldn't be.", he says, calm and steady.

"But-", I want to protest.

He shakes his head. "No, you should be with somebody your age, someone who can give you stability." He sighs. "Someone who can guarantee you that they'll come back to you. Every time they leave."

And the realisation hits me. He isn't saying goodbye for now. He's saying goodbye for good.

“I see.”, is all I manage because my feelings come crashing down over me with a vicious fervor. I thought I was going to have to deal with him leaving for weeks or months. With him being gone for a while. Not with a breakup.

“I’m sorry.”, he apologizes and starts to explain. “I never meant for this to go this far or… this deep.” The admission in his words makes my stomach flip upside down. I actually feel a little nauseous as my hands grip my own thighs, trying to hold onto something. “And I should’ve maybe said something earlier.” He swallows hard.

“The truth is that I had the best time this leave, and that was solely because of you.” He finally looks at me again, the raw emotions in his eyes almost scaring me. But the resolve in them is clear as well. “I couldn’t get myself to break it off. But I can’t make you wait for me either. Because I can’t even promise you that I will return.” His voice is shaking now and seeing him like this makes my lower lip tremble as I just try to breathe.

“And I can’t do that to you. The thought of you waiting for me at home and only a casket coming back… has been killing me inside these past few days.” The words come out choked and I can’t look at him anymore, my head snapping to the side as that image fills my mind. “Fuck, I’m really sorry, okay?”

We sit here like this for a moment longer. His hands stopped caressing my thighs and back, and I want to scream. The cold feeling of loss grips my heart, a viciously clawed hand leaving gaping wounds as it was making its way up my chest. He’s still sitting underneath me, but I feel like he’s already gone.

“I get it.”, I finally say, my voice trembling and hoarse. Still not able to look at him because I wouldn’t have been able to hold back my tears.

“I knew you would.”, he says, the words breaking up as he speaks. And I think back to when he told me that he couldn’t have a partner or family because his job won’t allow it. And I finally get why he thinks like that. At least I guess so. The big house devoid of any life but him, his own little safe haven, and I only now understand how temporary this whole arrangement really had been. I just didn’t see it. Maybe because I didn’t want to.

While I still try to process everything, he lifts me up and sets me down on the cushions of the couch. Like he did countless times the last few weeks. In his living room. And a sob tears from my chest because the gesture reminds me of so many tender and filthy moments at the same time. I hug my knees, pulling them close to me, already missing the warmth of his body. But that’s the way it is now, I guess.

He crouches down, coming face to face with me, and it just hurts to look at him. The bandshirt he bought for the concert we went to together. The tattoos on his knuckles, straining from the tension in his balled-up fists. The long dark hair, pushed to the side, falling back down his shoulder. I don’t need to touch it, to know how soft it feels. The mouth that smiled at me so often. The lips I have kissed countless times and that have kissed every inch of my body. The furrowed brows. The slack expression on his face concealing the laughlines. And for the first time since I’ve known him looking into his eyes doesn’t give me comfort.

He carefully takes my chin, the pads of his fingertips rough against the skin, softly digging into my jaw, like he likes – liked to do. He leans forward pressing a kiss to my lips which almost makes the tears drop from my eyes. A kiss to say goodbye, gentle and bittersweet.

"Stay safe, okay?", he whispers, his eyes looking intently into mine, but I can only nod. My throat is closed up because I know he won't be safe. Not saying anything because I don't want to cry in front of him. Because that will only make it harder, on both of us.

He straightens back up and leaves. The door falls shut behind him.

And I finally let the waterworks flow, sobs shaking my chest as I throw myself into the couch where he sat just a few moments ago.

Mimi’s meow pulls me from my crying fit when she jumps up onto the couch, her little head bumping into me, and I pull her against my chest, the tears rolling down my cheeks. And the odd thought crosses my mind if the crinkles in the book on his shelf are the only remainders of me in his house. While I have this new bed.

How did we get here? Masterlist

a/n: i have been working on this chapter for months and i knew what was coming and now that it's finished, i can't help but still feel the sadness hitting me 🥲 - and no, this is not the last chapter (in case you were fearing that rn) take this recipe for authentic austrian beef gulasch as a token of my apology

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[btsficsandsuch]

hello, could you please write an imagine with jungkook where his s/o does something really cute and thoughtful for him, and he ends up crying about it/getting emotional? thank you :)))

Hope you like it!

I Really Needed This

“Okay sounds perfect. Thank you Namjoon.”, you said before hanging up the phone. The two of you were finalizing your plan. You wanted to set up a relaxing evening for your boyfriend Jungkook. Even though he tried to hide it, you knew he was overwhelmed and stressed and you wanted to make him feel better. Tomorrow Namjoon was going to distract him for a few hours with the suggestion to work on some music so that you could get things in place. You got ready for bed and placed a kiss on Jungkook’s cheek before sliding in under the covers.

The next morning you were sitting in the kitchen when Jungkook came in looking like something was definitely on his mind. “Something wrong babe?”, you asked even though you already knew. He sighed, “Umm well Namjoon just asked me to come to the studio for a few hours. I know today is supposed to be our day Y/N. I feel terrible. I can just tell him no.” You smiled, “I understand Kookie. It’s really okay. It’ll just be a few hours and then we can spend the rest of the day together.” He still looked unsure but nodded and gave you a kiss before heading towards the door. “Don’t work too hard.”, you said trying to hide a smile behind your coffee mug.

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been really distracted.”, Namjoon asked Jungkook. Running his hands over his face Jungkook replied, “I’ve just been so stressed. I feel like I’m ignoring Y/N and I’m starting to wonder if maybe we’re drifting apart.” Namjoon knowing what you’re currently planning at home is a little taken back. “Why would you think that? Y/N loves you so much.”, he asks. “I’m not home a lot and when I am I’m so tired and stressed so I know I’ve been short with her. The last couple weeks she keeps making phone calls that she ends as soon as I walk into the room and we we’re supposed to hang out today so I thought she’d be upset when I said I had to come here but she didn’t care at all. I’m starting to wonder if there’s someone else.” Namjoon almost chokes on the water he was taking a sip from. “Trust me. She’s not cheating on you.”, he says patting Jungkook’s shoulder.

While the two of them are finishing up at the studio you are at home putting the finishing touches on the perfect evening. Jungkook’s favorite meal is finishing up on the stove. You got the recipe directly from his mom. You have a big container of chocolate ice cream and all the toppings for dessert. Candles are lit throughout the apartment. Jungkook’s video game system is set up and ready so he can finally get some time to play and you’ve set up your own little nook next to him so you can still be together. All that’s left is to set up a hot bath for him and to get yourself ready.

Walking into your bedroom you straighten out the clothes you set out for him on the bed, his comfiest pair of sweats and his favorite hoodie. You get yourself changed into one of Jungkook’s favorite dresses. A black skater dress with a red bow on the waist. As you’re getting the bathtub ready you hear the front door open and close signaling that he was home.

Running downstairs you jump into his arms and wrap him in a hug. “You look very pretty Y/N.”, he says before giving you a kiss. “Thank you. I just wanted to dress up a little for you.”, you say while pulling him to the kitchen. He sits down and you place a plate of food in front of him encouraging him to eat. You smile up at him in adoration. He looks so happy and content. Once he’s done eating his dinner you make him the chocolate sundae of his dreams. When you set it in front of him he looks like a kid on Christmas. The two of you converse about your day while he playfully slaps your hand away when you try to get a bite of his sundae before he begins feeding you with his spoon.

After dinner you pull him to the living room, “Come on Kookie. I have a surprise for you.” Once there he sees the set up. His gaming system ready. All his favorite snacks and drinks are on the table. Big comfy pillows surround it. It looks like a great time. “I thought you deserved a night to relax and have fun. You can play and I have my own little set up next to you so I can keep myself occupied.”, you said squeezing his hand.

“Come on there’s more too.”, you said pulling him towards the bedroom. You show him his comfy clothes on the bed and then you pull him into the bathroom and show him the little set up in there. You start the water so it’s filling up the tub at the perfect temperature. “Go ahead and get in. Take your time and relax as long as you want. When you’re done I’ll be in the other room.”, you say starting to walk out but Jungkook grabs your wrist. “Y/N please stay with me.”, he says barely above a whisper.

You look up up at him and see that his eyes are glassy with tears threatening to fall. “Omg Jungkook what happened? Do you not like this?”, you ask concerned. He shakes his head the tears now freely falling, “No I love it Y/N. I just wasn’t expecting all of this and you have no idea how much this means to me.” You stand there and hug him for awhile trying to soothe him. Slowly you help him remove his clothes and he does the same with you. The two of you get in the warm tub instantly relaxing. You can still hear Jungkook sniffling behind you. You turn to face him, “Kookie why are you still so upset? I just wanted to do something nice and help you relax.” He nods his head and chuckles, “I know. I’ve just been so stressed out and I know we haven’t been spending a lot of time together. I was worried you had found someone else. Especially after this morning when you didn’t stop me from going to the studio.”

Giving him a kiss you wipe the few tears still sitting on his cheeks, “Aww babe there will never be anyone else. I promise. I didn’t stop you because I had asked Namjoon to distract you for a few hours. I knew he was going to ask you to do that.” He leaned into your embrace taking in the comfort from you.

The two of you soak in the warmth for a little while longer before deciding to get dressed. You help Jungkook into his comfy clothes and you throw on some pajamas yourself. Grabbing his hand you go to pull him to the living room but he stops you. Instead of following he picks you up bridal style and walks over to the bed gently laying you down before climbing in next to you pulling the blanket over you both. “Kookie what about playing video games?”, you ask.

Jungkook nuzzles his face in closer to your neck while wrapping himself around you,“Maybe later. I’d rather be doing this right now.” You smile at the little koala currently clinging to you. The two of you just lay there basking in each others comfort when you slowly start to drift off. Just before you finally fall asleep you hear Jungkook whisper, “I really needed this. I love you Y/N.” You smile before kissing his forehead, “I love you too Jungkook.”

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prompt number 4 with shivvy please 😇

Honey

Prompt: “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

Siobhan Roy x Reader

summary: cuddles, baked goods, and insecurity

okay so a few things… this is my favorite fic I’ve ever written. I’m sorry that it’s so much shorter than everything else, but I’m sooo proud of it I love it so much it’s my little baby

I wrote way beyond the prompt, so I hope you don’t mind xx I was just making myself feel better haah xx

anon, thank you so much for requesting <3 I love you and I hope you love it xxx

tw for weight and eating talk. you’re beautiful, I love you, and you deserve the world, reader <3

Word Count: 1.628k

“Come on, babe, just give me another half hour.”

You’re perched on your girlfriend’s desk as she works. Shiv’s been here, at the Waystar office, since six in the morning. It’s now eleven P.M.

“You’ve been here for way too long,” you point out. She doesn’t say anything, absorbed in whatever it is she’s working on on her computer. “I wanna go home.” You pout at her, trying to earn some sympathy.

She heaves a sigh, going to type something. “Then go home.” Her voice comes out harsh, and you wince. She’s been overworking herself for weeks. You know she doesn’t mean to be snappy- it just happens to her. She gets overwhelmed, she gets frustrated, and she’s still working on being able to regulate her emotions when they’re negative. You frown at her from your spot on the corner of her desk. She stops herself, taking a short breath. “I’m sorry. I just really need to finish this stuff.” She rolls her chair closer to you and leans up, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss before going back to work.

“Love, what’re you even working on?” you ask softly, moving to hook your fingers around hers. She smiles, but keeps her eyes trained on her laptop.

“Just some campaign things. They need to be done before tomorrow afternoon, and I have meetings all morning…” She fiddles with one of the rings on your pointer finger.

“Look, do you know you really can’t wrap up now?”

“No, really, babe, I have to get this done-”

She’s interrupted by the noise you make sliding off her desk. “I’m sorry, it’s just- I’ve been here all day, Shiv. You have, too, and if you’re not going to come home with me…”

“What? You’re going? No, No.” She looks up at you, brow furrowed. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

“Siobh-”

“Come on.”

With a sigh and dumb smile on your face, you go over and deposit yourself into her lap. She strokes up and down your thigh with one hand, reaching around you with the other. She sets her head on your shoulder and she continues to peer at whatever it is she’s doing.

You lean back into her, strangely content. You turn your head far enough to be able to kiss the side of her temple. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” she murmurs into your shirtsleeve. “You know, I like this.” Her hand shifts from your thigh to the side of your neck, her fingers hunting for a strand of hair to play with. She twists a soft lock around her fingers, pressing a lazy kiss into your shoulder.

"So, how's Weston doing?" you ask with a smirk on your face. You'd met him at one of her work parties, and she swore up and down that she had nothing to do with him. You believe her, obviously. You know she's only interested in you. But you know Weston's into her, and she's oblivious.

"He's been acting... strange lately. I think you scared him," she says, lips brushing over your neck. You laugh. You enjoy teasing her like this. You know she doesn't take it personally. She's just happy she gets to spend time with you, see you laughing, see your face split into that radiant fucking smile of yours.

"Ha! Good." You nuzzle into her, using your hips to burrow further into her lap. You can feel the heat rush through her body, her hand clamping down on your side. It's only a matter of seconds before her attention is off of you, to your dismay. "Shiv," you whine. "Enough work for the night. Please? For me?"

She lets out an airy sigh, pressing a kiss onto the back of your head, into your hair. “I’m sorry. Let’s go home.”

You take her chin and guide her mouth to yours.

She makes a satisfied noise against your lips. She tastes like honey. Honey crafted by Dionysus for one of his wines. She groans deeply when you shift in her lap, unintentionally grinding against her.

You get to your feet, Shiv following after packing up her things. Her computer bag slung over her shoulder and her hand in yours, she drags you through the parking garage. “Do you really have to go to work tomorrow?”

“What kind of question is that?” She pauses to toss her stuff into the back seat of your car while you climb into the driver’s seat. “But no. I’ll stay home. I know you have the day off.” She gives you a peck before you start driving.

God, you love staying home with her. Your life became infinitely better when you moved in with her. You were both so madly in love with one another. Life was in color when you were with you, in black and white when you weren’t.

Before she disappears into the bathroom to begin her nightly routine, she kisses you deeply. You’re sure you can get drunk off of the way she tastes alone. She tastes like pure sunlight. Like liquid gold.

She’s stressed, she has so much on her mind, so much to do. It’s getting late, but you want to do something for her. If you hurry, you think you can have your plan neatly executed before she’s inclined to go to sleep. As fast as you can, you find the spare dough from the last time you did this for her. You quickly roll everything out, shaping the cinnamon buns, and have a glaze and frosting made. You pour honey over the dough so that when you bite into the buns, the honey oozes out, warm and sweet. You dip them in the glaze and you have them in the oven under the half hour.

Shiv strolls out from the bathroom, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. God, her eyes. You can never look away from her eyes. Her silk pajamas leave most of her skin exposed- her supple thighs, her plush arms. Her hips fill out her shorts in a way that makes you embarrassingly hot and bothered. She's a goddess walking on earth unworthy of her. You want to drop everything you're doing in your life to just do whatever the fuck she asks of you. To spend the rest of your days with her. She's so fucking beautiful and you can't believe she's committed herself to you. You just love her so much. You feel so fucking lucky.

“What’s baking?” she asks, cuddling up to you on the couch. “It smells nice.” She takes your arm and puts it around her. Her cheek presses into your shoulder. She’s blinking back sleep, but she’s holding on. Anything to spend more time with you.

“Your favorite,” you murmur back.

“Are you sure? It’s late,” she says unconvincingly, looking up at you with a dreamy look on her face.

“You should treat yourself, Shivvy,” you tell her. Your expression is one loaded with affection. You hope you two never have to separate.

She kisses you quickly. “I love you.” Soon enough, your timer rings, and you get up to get the honey cinnamon buns out of the oven. She hovers over you as you set the tray on the counter. The steam swirls through the air, twirling between the two of you. Her arms wind around your waist, her head leaning into your neck. “I mean it. You’re the best human being on the planet.”

You kiss the top of her head. “You’re my girl. I’d do anything for you.”

She plants a warm kiss into the crook of your neck before grabbing a plate from the silverware cabinet. “Let’s share one!”

“Oh, uh, you can have it all,” you say quickly.

“No, you too. I can’t eat this all by myself.” She cuts the bun in half, settling both sides on the same plate so you could share. Like you always do.

“Um, I really shouldn’t be having any sugar,” you say meekly. “I’ve been gaining.” You look away, ashamed.

You’ve had issues with your body, with eating, for as long as you can remember. It was embarrassing to admit, but they started and childhood, and no matter how hard you fucking tried, they never went away. Especially as of recently.

Going to the gym, eating healthy. You did it all- or at least you thought it did. But you suppose not, because you were worse off than you started.

“Baby,” Shiv says incredulously. “Gaining? Where? If anything, it’s muscle.” She nudges you with her hip. She can tell when things run deep. This is one of them. “Come on. You can’t actually think you need to lose weight.” When you don’t say anything, she presses on. “Is this a self confidence thing? You’re literally the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re hips are the sexiest thing-”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, let’s just eat?”

“No, no, I’m solving this issue,” she insists. “I don’t care if you’re a little chubby- which you’re not -because that doesn’t mean anything. You’re healthy, you’re a smoke show, so what’s it fucking matter?”

She drops the knife she was waving around while she spoke, instead coming over to smooth her hands over your jaw and give you a nice, long kiss. She pulls away and presses a fat kiss to the spot just above your belly button.

The two of you eat together, you albeit hesitantly, but she urges you on. You’re glad you have her. She’s everything to you, and you’re everything to her.

When you kiss her the last time for the night, she tastes of what you imagine the rest of your life with her is going to look like.

Honey, pure sunlight, liquid fucking gold.

#shiv roy #siobhan roy #shiv roy x reader #shiv roy x you #succession #succession hbo #succession fic #succession x reader #wambsgansshoelaces #anon ask #requests open #prompt writing #siobhan roy x reader #siobhan roy x you #shiv your oneshot #wlw #I’m so gay

[cultusmeus]

Sleepless sleepovers

Summary: You and Rust have a sleepover

Warnings: general warning based on the topics of season one of True Detective

Word count: 800ish

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You were caught off guard by the sound of a certain somones Truck in your driveway, you’d already settled in for the night PJs on and winding down on the couch with a drink and a book. Before you could even make a move for the door, he had already begun to knock. “Come back with a warrant.” You joked as you got up and opened the door. Rust didn’t look amused brushing past you into your house. Rust headed for your couch and you headed to the kitchen plating some of the dinner you’d made.

“Eat.” Is all you needed to say as you sat the plate down in front of him. Giving him his space and sitting on the opposite end of the couch while you finished your drink. Conversation between you two flowed at its own pace, You and Rust had a strange sort of relationship that blossomed from just selling him Benzos, Quell, etc. At some point he started to linger around longer after deals, and you never kicked him out or turned him away and now here you are. He abandons his half empty plate to instead inspect the book you were reading before his arrival. “I don’t know how you make it through all these fantasy and sci-fi books…Did you read what I gave you?” He asked reading the summary on the back of the book. “I did, I enjoyed it. Not as much as my sci-fi or fantasy though. If I wanted to spend my free time indulging in non-fiction death and darkness I’d turn on the News.”

Rust goes silent. He puts the book down. “So you’re content ignoring the harsh realities and burying your head in your fantasy books to ignore it?” He ask leaning back into the couch and lighting a cigarette, he turns his head to look at you as if he’s waiting for a response but instead starts up again “Thats the problem with people in this fucking town.”

“Hmmm tough day at work I’m guessing?”

His eyes narrow and he takes a long drag. “Did I strike a nerve?” You smile trying to diffuse his mood.

His eye contact doesn’t let up. He’s in the kind of mood where your stupid little quips aren’t enough to suffice. He wants to argue he likes to disagree. It's one of the parts of his personality you had to get accustomed to. “Yes, I read fantasy books to take my mind off of the world. It's nice to get lost in something like that, you know what though that’s a much better alternative than the substance dependency I have.”

“I feel like this.” You gestured to the book. “Is the much more tame side of my escapism behaviors.”

Rust lights up another cigarette, taking a drag before handing it over to you. “Didn’t mean to rile you up.” You take a few drags and huff in response. “You did. You did mean to and you know it.”

You huff out a laugh, and Rust's expression lightens. To keep the mood light you go to retrieve your usual vices hoping to end the evening on a better foot.

You don’t make it back to your spot on the couch before Rust reaches out to grab you, tugging you down onto his lap and pulling the cigarette from between your lips and putting it between his. “You work tomorrow?” He asks between drags, finishing the cigarette. You shake your head moving to sit beside him handing him two pills. He takes two more pills from the bottle you bought over downing them. You follow suit, taking two of your own.

Rust stands holding his hand out to you, you smack it out of your way, going to stand up for yourself. You don’t make it onto your own feet before Rust swings you over his shoulder without a grunt or struggle and walks towards your bedroom. Placing you with all the grace he can muster onto your bed. Rust makes quick work for his clothes stripping down to a wife beater and his boxers. He lays next to you, arms touching. You reach over for his hand holding it as you both stare up at the ceiling. These odd moments of intimacy with Rust continue to grow the more time you spend together. He squeezes your hand, as you both lay in silence. “Is this our version of a sleepover? Sleep over for the sleepless?” You feel the drowsiness coming on. Rust lifts your intertwined hands kissing yours and placing them back down.

#rust cohle #rust cohle imagines #rust cohle x reader #rustin cohle #true detective #true detective imagine #true detective season 1

[bradshawsbaby]

Lt. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw As Your Husband (Pt. II)

* Reposting because tags are being weird again! *

Author’s Note: I got too excited and just had to post Part II. I’m having a blast writing these, so I’m thinking that I’ll definitely post more parts as ideas come to me. Hope you’re enjoying!

You can check out Part I here.

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff.

- Rooster is so proud to call you his wife. He gushes about you all the time, to anyone who will listen.

- Maverick usually just smiles indulgently, happy to see Rooster so happy and starting a family of his own. Phoenix, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy are happy to listen as well. Coyote typically nods, listening with half an ear. More often than not, Hangman rolls his eyes good-naturedly and ribs Rooster about being “whipped by the Mrs.”

- “You just wish you were lucky enough to have a girl half as great as Y/N,” is usually Rooster’s response. Hangman would never admit it out loud that he’s right.

- Whenever the two of you attend functions for the Navy, Rooster always whispers in your ear how gorgeous you look before introducing you to his colleagues and superior officers.

- “This beautiful lady is Y/N Bradshaw. My wife,” he says, his hand resting on the small of your back as you shake hands and exchange pleasantries. You always have to bite back a laugh when Rooster calls you by your actual name instead of one of his many pet names for you.

- Rooster loves standing off to the side during work functions and watching you shine. You’ve always been so much better than him at making small talk and holding conversations about anything and everything. He admires that about you and thinks your confidence is very sexy, even though confidence is usually the last thing you feel at big events like that. You always want to make Bradley proud.

- You confessed that to him once, on your way home from a banquet. “I don’t want to let you down, you know?”

- He had a serious expression in his eyes as he gazed down at you and cupped your face in his hands. “You could never let me down, honey. Never,” he told you, kissing you deeply. “In fact,” he added, leaning close to whisper in your ear. “I’ve been dying to get you home all night.”

- On the rare days when Rooster gets home early, he insists on helping you cook dinner, even when you try to insist that he get some rest. He’s not a very good cook, but he’s as loyal as a puppy dog when it comes to fetching you whatever you need. And he’s an expert at setting and clearing the table.

- This man loves to cuddle. Whether the two of you are on the couch watching a movie or snuggled under the covers in bed, he wants to be holding you close. He loves kissing your neck, especially since he knows how ticklish you are there. It always makes you laugh, which is one of his favorite sounds in the world.

- Sometimes when Rooster looks at you, he can’t believe how lucky he is that he gets to call you his. He usually wakes up before you in the morning, but he’ll often spend a few minutes just quietly lying beside you in bed, watching you sleep and admiring how beautiful you are. Sometimes, when he knows you’re still in a really deep sleep, he’ll kiss your hand or your cheek or your forehead and whisper sweet words into your ear.

- On the infrequent occasions when Rooster goes out with his fellow aviators without you, he always makes it clear to the women in the bar that he’s taken. Girls try to hit on him all the time, but he always flashes his wedding ring and offers a content smile. “Sorry, ladies, I’m a married man.”

- “I don’t see her anywhere,” one particularly bold woman said one night, smirking as she rested her hand over his. Phoenix and Bob had exchanged a silent, knowing look.

- “She’s at home,” Rooster said, straightening up and easily slipping his hand out of her grasp. “Which is where I should be, too. See you all tomorrow,” he threw over his shoulder, waving at his friends.

- He’d come home that night and made very thorough love to you.

- “Well that sure was something. What did I do to deserve the honor?” you’d asked him teasingly, resting atop his bare chest.

- “You don’t have to do anything,” Rooster told you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re just you. And I love you so much,” he added, lacing his fingers through yours.

- No matter what, Rooster makes it his personal mission to make you feel like the most special girl in the world. And he succeeds. Every time.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #x reader #x female reader #rooster headcanon #miles teller #top gun: maverick

[lifeontoast]

Could you write a thing for a study date with Cedric Diggory? I’m a Ravenclaw, but as most of us know (Ravenclaws don’t always enjoy schoolwork).

Study Date 

Cedric Diggory x reader

SUMMARY: Cedric and the reader have an important test to study for, but they’ve been putting it off as long as they can… just some fluff!

A/N: hello lovely @tgarrett26 ! I am very sorry that this took so long to write and post, but I really hope you enjoy it :)


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‘Y/N? the exam is literally tomorrow, we HAVE to study!’ Cedric said to you as you walked down the corridor together. Tomorrow was the day of your big Transfiguration exam, that McGonagall had been pestering you about for weeks now. You hated studying with a passion, so you never bothered to do any work for exams. To be honest, you’d put it out of your mind totally, until Cedric brought it up. A tiny part of you felt a little nervous that you hadn’t done any revision, but you quickly squashed that feeling. You’d been working hard enough without adding an exam into the mix.
‘I know, but I really can’t be bothered. What does this one exam matter, anyway?’ you replied.
‘It doesn’t matter at all, I agree, but McGonagall will kill us if we don’t pass, you know that!’ he looked at you imploringly. Cedric had always been a bit anxious about any exam or test either one of you had to take, so he was always keen to make sure he revised everything, even if the content wasn’t in the exam. ‘just in case’ he would tell you. He often managed to coerce you into doing the same. You hated to admit it, but he was right. You needed to do well in these exams, or else risk the stability of your future Hogwarts career. However, his words didn’t make you change your mind; his beautiful warm eyes made you melt and relent easily.
You sighed. ‘Fine. We’ll go to the library after class.’

TIMESKIP TO AFTER CLASS

‘Come on, Y/N. To the library with us.’ Cedric smiled brightly, walking out of Charms. Far too brightly for someone who was about to spend hours slaving away over Transfiguration revision. You nodded solemnly and followed him to the library. Flitwick had been unusually hard on the class today; piling on the homework like there was no tomorrow. You had also learned a particularly tricky little Charm that lesson, and were keen to practise and master it as soon as you could – well, after your study session of course.


Sitting down at your regular table by the fire, you opened your books and got to it. Soon, ten minutes had passed, and you were already bored out of your mind. When you looked up, you saw that Cedric still looked fairly concentrated; his eyes were flitting across the pages of his textbook with a practised ease. He had always been able to throw himself into his studies with what he called enthusiasm and zeal. You called it reckless abandon; he was known to overwork himself far too frequently for your liking. He would work for endless hours into the night, not even the midnight chimes of the clock bringing him to bed. You decided to leave him alone for a while, and try to keep going. It was infinitely better to let him work than risk him staying up far too late again tonight.

 

After 20 minutes, it became unbearable. You remembered why you hated studying so much every time you sat down to do it; the task was mind-numbing, and you really struggled to retain concentration for the long periods of time the intensive Hogwarts exams required. Covering all the content required was going to be impossible. Still, you attempted once again to read the words of the textbook in front of you. You realised, putting your head in your hands, that it was totally futile; the words swam up and down like the Merpeople in the Black Lake. Your head throbbed with the effort. The several late nights you’d been having recently weren’t helping your headache, although you had the teachers’ homework-setting to thank for that.

‘Cedric!’ you whisper shouted. He looked up at you. ‘I’m so bored!’ you whined. He just rolled his eyes playfully and grinned at you.
‘I know, Y/N, I am too, but we really need to study! How about we try and make this fun?’ he said back, trying to keep you in a studying state of mind. He always looked out for you and did things for the best – although you didn’t always see that until after the fact. You quirked a brow inquisitively. Anything to make studying more bearable!
‘When you finish a chapter, you get a kiss. How does that sound?’ his velvety voice offered. Nodding eagerly, you instantly reopened your book and attempted to race through your Transfiguration notes, suddenly motivated. Cedric really was so good to you.

You surprised yourself by reaching the end of the chapter in no time at all, and looked up at Cedric expectantly. 
‘Well done. I thought that would work.’ He laughed teasingly. ‘Well, a promise is a promise.’ He took your hand in his and kissed it gently. You smiled at him, and he reciprocated it. Getting back to studying, you found yourself suddenly much more motivated than you normally were, and once again raced through the chapter. Another kiss. This time you worked even faster, the promise of a kiss spurring you on to no end. Another chapter. Another kiss. On and on it went, until you found yourself having finished everything in record time.

Cedric gave you one final kiss well done before you exited the library hand in hand, for some cuddles in the common room. However, before you could do that, Cedric made a quick diversion to the kitchen for some well-deserved snacks and hot chocolates. The kitchen elves loved you and Cedric, as you were both so polite and appreciative when they gave you something. Today was no different. Cedric told them how hard the two of you had been studying, and the elves must have taken pity on you, as they sent you back to the common room with enough delicious snacks to feed the entire school. 

 

The Hufflepuffs never minded having you in the common room, as you were always kind to them and made them laugh (A/N: if you’re in Hufflepuff you can just ignore that). Choruses of ‘hey, Y/N!’ and ‘hi Cedric!’ greeted your ears when you entered the cosy, near-empty room. Wandering over towards the fireplace, your usual place was inviting you to sit and forget about the hardships of the day. Cuddling up together, you shared the food you had been given, and toasted many marshmallows too, watching their delicate white skins crisp up and darken with the flames’ gentle caresses. All the cares of the day simply melted away, and you lived in the moment, enjoying every little second with Cedric. 

Oh, how you hated studying. But Cedric made it just a little bit better.

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A/N: as usual, thanks so much for reading! You guys rock!

#lifeontoast #harry potter #cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #robert pattinson

[kywaslost]

An Easy Night - Tamaki Amajiki

A/N: For some reason I received the intense urge to put the names of every character I’ve written for in a spin-the-wheel to try and write for everyone at least once (with the exception of Kou and Tony Padilla). Let’s see if I stick with it!

    You were a third year at UA High, enjoying your hero studies under the supervision of Fatgum. Sure, it was a perk that your boyfriend Amajiki was with you, but you genuinely enjoyed spending time with Kirishima and Fatgum too! The four of you got along really well and you couldn’t ask for a better group to work with.

    Unfortunately, you had driven yourself into the ground by the end of the day. You stayed up late the night before to finish up an essay and to study for a calculus exam you had that day. You got maybe 4 hours of sleep? You weren’t quite sure. Then there was the pop ‘quiz’ in combat training where your teacher had everyone fight to their greatest potential for extended periods of time. Needless to say, several students ended up with Recovery Girl.

    You were already on the verge of collapsing when you arrived with Amajiki and Kirishima at the agency but you persevered. At one point during rounds with Fatgum he offered to give you a ride in the ‘Fattaxi’ but you politely declined. Somehow, perhaps maybe because of a miracle, you survived patrol with your team and made it back to the dorms in one piece. 

    Poor Amajiki thought you were going to collapse when you finally made it back to your dorm. You nearly kneeled over when you first entered the main door. He wrapped an arm around you to help you up to your room.

    “You should get some rest,” he said quietly. His worried eyes met your e/c ones. “You look exhausted.”

    You shook your head. “I need to shower, change, and then do homework.”

    “Tomorrow’s Saturday,” Amajiki reminded you, helping you lower yourself to sit on the edge of your bed. “You’ll have the whole weekend to work.” When you ignored him and gathered clothes to change into, he sighed. “Alright. Well, I’m going to shower as well. I’ll come back here when I’m done.”

    You beat him out of the shower, and when Amajiki made it back to your room, he froze in fear. You were hovering over your desk, not moving. It spooked him at first, then he stepped into your room. “Y/N, I told you to rest,” he scowled lightly. “You need it.”

    “I’m not working,” you responded. “I just got dizzy. I took a hot shower and my blood pressure dropped so I’m light-headed. I just need to sit for a sec.”

    Amajiki sighed. “Let’s get you to bed.” He helped you stand slowly and walked you the short distance to your bed. He helped you lay down. Then tucked your weighted blanket he got you around you. He handed you your comfort stuffed animal and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll be back, honey.”

    He returned a moment later with a water bottle in hand. “Here,” he held it up to you. “This should help with the dizziness.” Amajiki looked away, face heating up. “May I join you?”

    You giggled in amusement, taking a sip of the water. “Come here, Amajiki.”

    The shy boy wouldn’t make eye contact with you until he got under the blanket and you slid your way under his arm to rest your head on his chest. You sighed in content.

    “Thank you, Amajiki,” you said with a yawn. You were so worn out. “This is nice.”

    “I-i-i-it’s nothing,” your boyfriend stuttered. “Anything to make you com-com-comfortable, honey.”

    You were asleep before the words finished leaving his mouth.

#bnha #comfort #bnha comfort #x reader #tamaki amajki #tamaki amajiki #amajiki #amajiki x reader #mha

[sebcosmothetransguy]

okay, for those who can’t find inspiration, have inspo block (like art block or writer’s block), are mentally ill and are too depressed/anxious/etc. to have the energy/find the inspo/calm down enough to find the inspo/too overwhelmed to find the inspo, are neurodivergent and have memory loss because of it and therefore can’t remember the inspiration for something, are just forgetful and can’t remember the inspiration for something. i’m with ya.

i’m struggling atm to figure out what to post cuz my brain isn’t working cuz my sleep schedule is off and i haven’t eaten enough or drank enough today and it’s currently 1 in the morning for me and my anxiety is going crazy for no reason, so i’m posting this.

what i REALLY want to post is something fun or cool or witty or queer or something else like that, something that will project some positive vibes out into the the small number of following i have and anybody else you comes across my post. but i can’t think of anything, and i’m just scrolling through tumblr looking for anything that might make my brain go “!!! i can do something with that !!!” instead of sleeping like i should (i don’t want to sleep though, i want to post something, not sleep).

so, if anybody else often has this problem or currently has this problem, i’m with ya. it’s frustrating. go sleep though, you can spend your free time tomorrow finding some inspo, it’s not now or never, believe me. you have time. and for anyone who doesn’t listen to that encouragement, i feel you. inspo will hit you in the face sooner or later though, even if it takes a while, and i wish you luck in your scrolling inspo-search-driven efforts.

and any of you who are stressed about trying to create content/posts, even if you only have a small following and not even your own little community yet, take it easy on yourself. people might miss you a little, but they won’t be mad at you. it’s okay if you can’t think of anything to post/are too depressed to post/are too distracted to post/are in an episode of any kind and can’t post because of it/are too anxious to post/anything else like that, because you’ll find something when you’re feeling better again, and you won’t be letting anybody down during the time when you can’t.

so yeah, i feel you if you’re dealing with any of that for any of those reasons. i know that it’s one small thing in the mess of all your other things that are probably going on right now, and that it means a great deal to you, but you aren’t a failure for it and you don’t have to post if you can’t right now.

go sleep, get some rest, stop the scrolling and searching, get something to drink, get a snack or eat a meal, take a shower, brush your teeth, get changed out of those clothes you’ve been in for a week/s, walk around in your house for a little bit, or do at least one of those things, you don’t have to do em all if you can’t.

the whole world of tumblr isn’t on your shoulders. you aren’t a failure for not being able to create at the same pace/quality always. go easy on yourself. <3

#mentally ill #depressed #anxious #anxiety disorder #depression #neurodivergent #memory problems #you aren’t a failure #you’re enough #go get some rest #still not gonna sleep after posting this #anxiety #for the mentally ill #inspo block #out of inspo #neurodivergent problems #for the depressed #for the neurodivergent #for the anxious #for the ones with memory issues #for the struggling artists #take care of yourself <3 #it might seem small to some but it’s big to you and that’s alright

[puppy-coded]

House Husband{S.H.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: light swearing, bruises, mentions of food

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 800 words

“Steve I’m tired and I had a rough day at work.” You whined when you walked into the house. You leaned on the door frame to take your shoes off and almost fell over.

Steve was at your side as soon as he heard your voice. He grabbed your hand and wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you to the kitchen. “You know what will make you feel better?”

“What?” You asked.

“The amazing dinner I made!” He answered excitedly. He put you in the chair and put an already full plate in front of you.

“Hey babe?” You asked, pulling his hand.

“Hm?” He hummed, putting a hand to your cheek.

“What happened to your face?” You asked, reaching out to touch his bruise.

His eyes widened and he got this awkward smile on his face, pulling his hands away from you. “Uh, you know... Got into a fight with a pole while I went grocery shopping... And lost.” He responded, scratching his head.

You smiled a bit and kissed his knuckles. “That’s no fun!”

“Ha! Yes! I made you smile! That’s a win for Harrington! Whoo!” Steve celebrated, swinging his arms around wildly in an attempt to do a victory dance.

“Babe.”

“Hm?” He hummed, slowing down his dancing.

“We’re both Harringtons.” You pointed out, trying not to laugh at his excitement. 

“Dammit!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands loudly. He put his hands on his hips and pouted a little.

Your kitchen timer went off and you went to the oven to see Steve pulling out a circular pan.

“What’s the timer for?” You asked, trying to look over his shoulder.

“I made a cake.” He deadpanned.

You stared at his back, brows knitted together in confusion. “For what?”

“It’s a whole thing for the Hellfire Club and Eddie.” He said vaguely, putting the hot pan over a kitchen towel.

“What is it?” You asked, putting your now empty plate in the sink.

“It’s Eddie’s birthday tomorrow.” Steve sighed, rubbing his eyes.

“And I’m off tomorrow, we can celebrate with him and the kids.” You said. “I mean, how often am I not working?”

“Sorry, can’t.” Steve said, shrugging “As much as I wish I could since you’re always so bus but I have to make cookies because of the school’s bake sale Sunday and Dustin only told me today. I have two hundred and fifty cookies to bake by then.” He told you, swiping a hand through his hair.

“Do you need help?” You asked, wanting to be helpful as you watched your husband flit around the kitchen, clearly stressed out.

“No!” Steve said loudly and quickly. “I mean, uh... nope. I got it from here.” He tried covering.

“Steve.”You gently nudged, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“I just... don’t want your help.” He admitted.

“Why not?” You asked, honestly a little offended by his statement.

“Because you’re notorious for burning cookies.” He nodded. “You suck at it.”

You nodded at his assessment. “That’s fair, that’s fair.”

“I will, however, take a break for you.” He said, sitting down at the table.

“Good.” You sat on his lap and kissed him gently. “You’re so-”

“Steve!” Dustin shouted through your front door, knocking as hard as he could.

When Steve heard Dustin he stood up immediately, knocking you to the floor. 

Only a little.

“There goes our break.” You grumbled, covering your face with your hands.

“Dustin chill!” He yelled as he walked to the door. “What’s up kid?” He greeted.

“I need girl advice!” Dustin responded. He sounded panicked at the subject of “girls”.

“I can help.” You said from the floor, raising your hand. “Steve’s kinda stressed.”

“Babe, I insist, go get some rest. You said you had a rough day at work.” Steve reminded you, waving Dustin over to where you were.

“Yeah but literally anything with you in the room will be better than being in the bedroom alone.” You said, content with laying on the floor.

Steve face went blank for a couple seconds before he shooed Dustin off. “Dustin, please leave. I need to spend some time with my partner here and, uh, I’ll get back to you tomorrow.”

“What? But-” Dustin started complaining.

“Bye!” Steve said loudly as he practically shoved him out of the house.

You sat up and looked at Steve. “What was that for?”

“Let’s go get some sleep yeah?” Steve encouraged, helping you up.

“It’s seven at night, it’s still early.” You yawned.

Steve couldn’t help but scoff. “I haven’t seen you all day AND I resisted the urge to call you every twenty minutes.”

“Fine. I’ll cuddle with you and shit.” You said, rolling your eyes and shaking your head slightly. “I’ll reward you this time,” You joked.

“Yes!” Steve tried celebrating quietly.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery x y/n #joe x reader #joe keery x you #joe x y/n #joe x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #joe keery imagine #joe keery fluff #steve harrington imagine #dustin henderson x reader #dustin henderson #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #tw food #domestic!steve harrington #dad!steve harrington #girl dad #➴➵➶➴athena writes➶➴➵➶

[stayandot8]

Track One: The View

Genre: Fluff

Relationship type: first date feels

Important Contents: More in the series. If you read, thank you. Let me know what you think.

WC: 2.4k

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Walking into the Stray Kids apartment is like walking into one of two atmospheres; a war zone (boys bickering playfully over any and everything) or the dangerous, too-calm, too-quiet sound of boys keeping to themselves. Today was the latter of the two. Chan is sprawled on a chair across the room on his phone. He looks deep in thought. 

I’m sitting on the couch in the shared space reading when I feel my phone vibrate with two texts from Chan. I look up from my phone to him with raised brows. Why is he texting me when he’s sitting across the room? There’s no one else in here. 

He meets my eyes, a shy smile spreading across his face and stands from his chair, heading to the door.

 “I’m going to the studio!”  He shouts and without hearing the responding ‘okay’s from the others, he leaves with a final wave to me.

I remain seated for a long while, confused. I look at my phone, finally remembering he sent me something before his abrupt exit. 

Chan: As promised :) Sorry it took so long, but I think you’ll be happy with it. Come find me when you’re done. Love you.

In the second text, there is a link to a spotify playlist. I open it and am redirected to the app and a private playlist titled ‘My Heart in Music’. I feel the pinch behind my eyes and know immediately what this is about. I sprint to Chan’s room, leaving my book forgotten on the coffee table and go straight for those expensive headphones of his. I throw his sweatshirt over my shirt, his smell immediately overpowering almost every nervous feeling I have. I take deep breaths to calm the rest of my nerves as I sit back on his bed, put on the headphones and press the first song to start playing as I relive each of the memories as they go…

The View

I had been texting Chan for a week, waiting for him to get back from some work thing he was doing overseas. He asked me on a date the night we met over the phone but in the same breath told me he was leaving for something the next morning. He asked me to wait until he got back and I agreed, thinking he would forget about it and me by the end of it. But he didn’t. 

We talked on the phone every night before he went to sleep and texted throughout the day about everything and anything: what he was doing (working as always), what I was doing (work, sleeping), what his hobbies were (music, spending time with his members, sports), how I learned to bake (my mom ran a bakery), etc. It was run-of-the-mill, getting-to-know someone questions but he seemed so interested in my answers that it made it easy to talk to him. He felt like a safe space for all of my questions about his world and what he did for a living and about him. The last conversation we had ended with me asking him where he went to get away from everything. He responded with a very flirty ‘I can’t wait to show you tomorrow ;)’. 

He got back yesterday. He talked for hours about how happy he was to be home and how much he missed his own bed and his own space. He explained the details of where to meet him today and how he was trying to act cool but was actually really excited to see me again. I thought his honesty was refreshing and endearing; I deserved a man who was excited about me for once. I made sure to return the sentiment.

He asked me to meet him at the beach two towns over. I couldn’t ask for a better day to be by the water as it was particularly warm for this time of year. There were a few passing clouds here and there but no sign of rain. The boardwalk itself was relatively empty, everyone either keeping to themselves or riding skateboards with headphones in. I was leaning against the railing of the boardwalk when I saw a handsome man I recognized in a black shirt and jean jacket walking over to me. I could feel the smile appear on my face as he came closer, his smile just as big as mine.

“Hi!” He said excitedly as he hugged me. I immediately felt safe in his arms, a feeling I could tell we shared as I felt the tension in his shoulders relax. My own nerves melted away, eventually pulling away a few seconds later. “I’m excited to finally be talking to you and not just your voice.” He laughed with his eyes squinted. I could tell it was a true laugh that way. 

“I know, it’s like I’m actually talking to a real person now!” I chuckled as well, feeling the tension slip with each word. 

“I know! I feel like I could pick your voice out of anywhere now.” He brought my arm to lock with his as he started to walk. “Shall we go?” And off we went down the boardwalk.

“Where were you this time?” I asked. “Somewhere exciting I hope.” He laughs.

“The place was but the work was not. We were in South America, trying to work out some details for a future tour stop. We really want to go more global in the future so it was full of very exciting meetings and touring potential arenas. All extremely boring in nature but it was actually kind of exciting. I hope it’ll make our Stays there happy.” Watching him go so far to ensure the happiness of his fanbase and his members was so apparent to anyone who took the time to know him that I was shocked he was still single. 

“Did you get to do any real sight-seeing while you were there?”

“No, just a hotel room and work stuff. The highlight of most of my days was getting to talk to you at the end of it. It’s what got me through most of them,” he said, nudging me so I would laugh at him. 

“Oh stop, it was not.” I said as I rolled my eyes. 

“It was too! I swear!” He counters, laughing and watching me so intently I had to look away. I shook my head as I smiled at his compliment. There was a comfortable silence for a while as we walked arm in arm and people watched. 

“What do you think their story is?” he asked as he pointed to an older couple holding hands on the beach. I thought for a moment, contemplating.

“I think he fell first but she definitely fell harder. He probably asked her out a thousand times before she said yes. They went to a cafe downtown and they haven’t been apart since. He probably spent the night that first night and moved in the next week. They have weekly dates here, just strolling down through the water and talking about their grandchildren. He never remembers their anniversary so she leaves him little hints for gifts around the house that he never picks up on but she finds it funny. She definitely helped him with work before he retired from some big city firm. He would do anything for her but she would tear the world apart for him.” 

 “That was so detailed. Do you know them?” Chan stopped walking and stared at me, his brows furrowed in genuine confusion. My eyes got wide, scared I did something to embarrass myself already. 

“No, I can’t say I do. My imagination just runs wild sometimes. I used to make up stories for people all the time when I was a kid.” 

“Wow. I have to say I’m a little jealous you can make something up that quickly. You’d be a good writer, you know.”  We resumed our leisure walk along the beach. I take a silent deep breath, relieved I haven’t messed up our date so soon. I changed the subject to try and stop thinking about it. 

“So tell me why this is your place. What does this beach mean to you?” I asked him as we’re walking, turning my head to face him in anticipation of his answer. He was quiet for a moment as he stared at the sea. It was nice to see him thinking about his words so carefully, making sure he said what he meant as best he could. I was so used to hearing the pauses over the phone that it was distracting to finally see the gears turning behind the words this time.

“I discovered this place after a rough couple of weeks. Everything was so busy and hectic that I had just had enough. No one was taking practice seriously so I just stormed out one day and just walked. I turned off my phone and walked with no idea where I was going and ended up right over there.” He pointed to the street corner we were passing, connecting right to the boardwalk. A skate shop sat right on the corner, windows boarded up and the open sign on its last life as it dangled in the front door. “It was open when I first came here. I went in there for as long as I pleased. No one knew who I was. I made my way out here and just stuck my feet in the sand. I had a serious talk with myself about whether or not this was what I really wanted to do with my life. And I came to the conclusion that I couldn’t do anything else. I wouldn’t feel fulfilled if I did anything else. And I loved my members too much to just abandon them like that.

 “I didn’t turn my phone back on for a couple hours. I got in so much trouble. I paid for it enough that I learned to deal without running away, but I never forgot this place. I would sneak down here after a hard day or even just to spend some time here. But I was able to just be alone for the first time in a long time. I could think without someone breathing down my neck. I could just be Chris for a little bit.” His face turned from pensive to a sad smile as he continued to stare at the sea. He unhooked my arm as we approached a small staircase leading to the beach itself and started taking off his shoes. After I did the same, we walked down the stairs and I noticed a blanket set up with a small table set up and food trays surrounding it. 

“Is that for us?” I asked him as he started to approach it. He turned and nodded, smiling again. I returned this one and felt the butterflies come back in full force. We sat on the blanket with the waves in front of us, the beach as empty as it was when I first arrived. 

“I can’t really relate to the world of fame, obviously,” I started to say after I sat and took a bite of a strawberry, letting my gaze rest on the water. “But I do understand how you felt while you were here. My mother’s bakery was on a beach just like this one. We lived above it for a time and whenever she got to be too much, I would come down to the shore line and just sit for hours. I can’t tell you how many times I snuck out at night just to be down with the sandcrabs. I would lay down straight on the sand, close my eyes, and just run my fingers through the sand. Sometimes I would bring a book with me. Sometimes I’d read it and throw myself into another world full of dragons or magic. Others I would just use it for a pillow. But I felt like I could finally think on my own. I could finally find my peace, even with a hundred people on the beach with me during the day. It’s so easy to let the sound of the water drown out everything else. It’s so easy to let the rest of the world just melt away…” I suddenly remembered I was on a date and someone was indeed listening to me ramble on. Or at least I hoped he was. I turned back to him to see him smiling softly at me, his eyes shining. I felt my cheeks go red.

 “It’s like you just plucked my thoughts from my mind and said them out loud for me to hear.” He laughed as I blushed again and chuckled to myself. I brought my eyes up to look at him after a moment just to find that he had moved from his spot across from the table to lower himself on the spot beside me on the blanket. “Do you mind if I sit here instead?” I shake my head quickly. 

“I think I prefer it, actually,” I said as I tried to muster all of my remaining courage to smile boldly at him. He huffed a laugh as he moved his arms back to lean on them. “I don’t think I’ve told anyone that part. I’m sure being here reminds you of home though. Is that why you like it?” I said as I shifted to look at him head on. 

“Among other reasons, but yeah. That feeling never went away so I kept this place to myself. I haven’t told my members about it because I know they’ll want to come too. And it’s just because we’re all interested in the little things about each other. They like to know what makes others happy. But this…” He sighed and that pensive look returned as I followed his gaze back out at the sea. “This I want to keep just for me. And now… you.”

My butterflies were back. As I brought my eyes back to him, the sense of belonging to a place finally hit me. It was suddenly hard for me to swallow. 

“Thank you for sharing it with me.” I said quietly.

“Thank you for appreciating it,” he said as he took my hand in his. I stared at our joined hands for a long while before I brought my eyes back to his. He was staring at me, his eyes open, warm and inviting. My heart was back to racing. What a first date. 

 I shifted back to look at the water, taking my hand back from his for a moment before returning it. 

“What a view from right here. It’s like I could touch the sun on the water.”

“Yeah…” I heard him say under his breath, never taking his eyes off me. “What a view…” 

#stray kids #chan x you #chan x reader #chan fluff #chan skz #chan stray kids #bang chan #skz #skz bang chan #skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids chris #stray kids fluff #stray kids bang chan #chan scenarios #chan fic #chan #bang chan scenarios #bang chan fluff #bang chan x reader #bang chan x female reader #bang chan x you #bang chan x y/n #bang chan drabbles #bang chan imagines #bang chan fic #chan drabbles #chan imagines

[cyborg-franky]

Hiiii~ I saw the summer prompts list again and I had a few cute ideas.

Whatever about: Meet cute festival with Brook (maybe even Alive Brook, I just never see content for him)

Or perhaps Writing confessions in the sand with Usopp or Sanji?

(Yes I'm sorry I always pick the same people I just love them a lot 🥺🥺)

I went WILD with this one apparently. Like just it kinda got away from me.

Brook x GN Reader MODERN AU - ALIVE BROOK SFW Prompt: Meeting at a festival. Word Count: 727

You had wanted to go to this festival year after year but every chance you got was taken, work needed you, ticket price went up or some other reason that snatched your opportunity out of your hands. 

This year, however, a friend couldn’t go and had gifted you a ticket, you’d seen the lineup and couldn’t help feeling excited, counting down the days as each boring day of routine passed you by. 

But the thoughts of work and responsibility were way behind you now, thoughts that were pushed to the back of your mind as you looked at the tent you’d just assembled, feeling proud of yourself as you brushed hair behind your ear.

The summer breeze was nice, the way it felt on your skin as you sat outside your tent, the smell of BBQs in the air, and the sound of people chatting, laughing, and having a good time. You closed your eyes and just soaked in that good vibe festival feeling as the later afternoon rays caressed your skin.

“Ah a pitch pal!” a voice caused you to open your eyes and see a very tall slender man, he wore sunglasses, fancy-looking 70s clothes, and had a large afro, oh he was handsome you thought to yourself.

“Sorry?” you said with a confused tone as he chuckled.

“I’m next to you, pitch pals,” he repeated and sat in front of his own tent, your next door.

“Oh hey!” 

His smile was bright and he nodded his greeting in return, you soon found out his name was Brook and he was here for the entire weekend also, he’d just come back from the food vendor with fries, which he offered you, and honestly? He seemed so nice you’d agreed.

Sitting side by side and exchanging conversation, eating the fries that sat between you, he’d even offered you a drink, which you took after he uncapped it in front of you, knowing it was safe.

The afternoon had slowly faded away, the sunset bursting into colors across the campsite, backing the large stage that would see action tomorrow. Despite the hours of the day waning into the night the party around you both just got louder.

“I can’t wait to see some bands tomorrow.” You said and took another drink from Brook.

“Any in particular?” he asked and sipped his drink.

“I like the sound of a few, never heard them before but I think they’ll be great.” You shrugged as you thought about the event flyer you’d snapped for a keepsake on your way in.

You enjoyed the evening with your new friend, laughing and joking, talking about music and hobbies. This had gone better than any first date. 

Sadly he wasn’t around when you woke up the next day, you knew he wasn't here to spend time with you but you felt a fondness for him that you couldn’t explain, was this what people would refer to as a festival fling?

Standing by the large stage, trying to push away your feelings of disappointment and hoping he wouldn’t ghost you the rest of the weekend you waited for the first band, everyone cheering, the vibe around you was bright and loud and you could feel the energy and you loved it.

What you didn’t expect was to look up when you heard a frankly, amazing, guitar riff and see Brook on the stage with the band. You could feel your mouth open in shock as he stood at the front.

He played an amazing set, he was so talented, his entire band was. You had no idea who you’d met, he hadn’t mentioned anything about being a star when you were sharing fries like it was nothing. 

—

You sat outside your tent, playing with the grass and still mulling over your new friend's apparent star status before you heard someone clearing their throat. You glanced up the long legs in bright pants, seeing the smiling face and obnoxious shades, in one hand he was holding more fries.

“Want some?” he asked, no awkwardness in his tone.

“You bet.” you smiled and he sat down next to you.

You both knew he was a star now but that hadn’t changed the mood between you as you ate fries together and talked about the bands you both liked, Brook was so wonderful and so very genuine.

#soulking brook x reader #soulking x reader #brook one piece #brook one piece x reader #one piece x reader #one piece reader insert #one piece x you #one piece #sfw #gender neutral reader #modern au #brook x you #brook x reader

[luna-only-online]

So I’ve been continuously getting followers recently (slowly). At least daily. First, thank you! I’m glad you like my work! Second, I didn’t think anyone would find me and thought I wouldn’t have to do anything, but if you’re here I feel must provide content. At some point very soon.

In the meantime here is a poem I wrote. Inspiration was from the religious relationships and stories between both me and a friend. The poem tells a story of a child and their relationship between them and and their god until eventually they loose their relationship with their god. Until eventually they stop believing in them altogether.

Dear God, Are you There?

Dear God,

Thank you

For my family

For my friends

For my teachers

I love everything so much!

The world is soo prettyful!

I am so excited for tomorrow

Why? I start kindergarten

Bye Bye!

Dear God,

I’m doing really well in school

I’m basically the best

I always know the answer

but..

I’m spend a lot of time alone

My siblings are too busy

Mom and Dad are always busy

And They’ve been fighting a lot

Dad spends less time at home

God please help them love each other

Please help me too.

Amen.

Dear God,

help me find my way.

Help me get back on the path to you.

I eagerly await eternal salvation.

Amen.

Dear God,

I’ve been really tired lately and

I don’t think the others really like me

I hear them say mean things about me

No one invites me to join them

By the time I ask to join

They have too many people

I’m the last to be picked for teams

No one seems to want me

I don’t like being alone.

Please help me

Amen.

Hey God,

I got a puppy!

she’s my best friend

I practice my role for the play with

I’m gonna do great!

Thank you.

Amen.

Hey God,

I don’t see my Dad anymore

I hope he’s alright, would you help him find his way?

Sorry I broke my promise

it was just too much

I did wonderful on stage!

But before and after the performance I cried a lot

The others said some things that hurt a lot

I have to change myself

Please help me to be better

Amen.

Dear God,

My dog was killed

It hurts so much

My best friend is gone and I’m alone again

Mom is finally letting me transfer schools

It all became too much, I couldn’t take it

I didn't realize I was being bullied

I have a new chance

Please help me get through this

Are you there God?

Dear God,

I hate myself.

I’m having a hard time.

I hate everything and everyone

the world is so dull and boring

I don’t wanna be here anymore

Would you send an angel to free me from this world?

Or at least help me find my way.

I’m doing my best.

Sorry.

Dear God,

I’m struggling to keep faith

Help me continue on the right path.

I transferred schools again.

I met people who are interested in things I am!

Thank you.

God, are you there?

Its been awhile and It’s getting hard again.

My friend is with you now

I hope he doesn’t suffer from his illness anymore

We went into lockdown and a lot of people died.

It feels like everyone I love leaves me

Rumors started about me

I don’t know who to trust

Why am I here?

If there even is a God,

Is there a god?

I’d like to say “Hello” just one last time

This is the last time I’ll try

I was kind, I was helpful

I prayed, I believed

But isn’t what I was promised

I just don’t believe you’re there

I’ve been living a miserable life

But just in case I thought I’d say Goodbye

There is no God.

I know there is no god.

I used to be told to pray to the lord.

They promised me eternal happiness.

They said he would solve everything

and that he would save me from all of my pain.

He didn’t.

I did everything right

Why couldn’t I be happy?

And I’m not the only one.

I was a fool, a complete idiot.

To think someone else could solve my misfortunes.

But I was so wrong.

There was no one who could help me.

It has always been just me.

There is no God.

I should’ve known better.

I’m so stupid

I should’ve known I could have helped myself

I could’ve saved myself.

That’s so frustrating!

I didn’t know anything!

Why is that..?

I still don’t know

What an ignorant idiot

I didn’t need to depend on someone else to make my life better.

But now I know better than that.

Now I know there is no God.

Dear God, There is No God.

When I was little,

I had already suffered

Children shouldn’t have to suffer

I believed someone or something would save me

I believed there was a god that would help me

I believed that for so long.

Eventually I learned better

By the time I was 12

I didn’t rely on anyone

I’m alone.

It’s me against the rest of the world.

I may be alone but I am going to survive.

~LunaOnlyOnline

Notice Regarding The Fan-Fiction I Write: Excluding Kite, I’m not taking requests yet. If you have any ideas for a Kite fanfic, please tell me! If it’s for Kite, I’ll do anything . . . almost anything.

#kite hxh #kite hunter x hunter #kite x reader #poems on tumblr #god isn’t real #there is no god #poem #original works #original poets on tumblr #original poem #poetry #tumblr poetry

[olivershibiscustattoo]

I Love You More Than My Future Spouse

A/N: this is the first fic I’ve written in a long time and the first one ever for litg so I’m kinda nervous, but excited. Inspired by “I’d Have to Think About It” by Leith Ross (I also wrote this while getting ready for work so I apologize for any mistakes)

Suresh cheated. She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth after finding that picture of the two of them. Suresh. Her boyfriend. The man she thought she would spend the rest of her life with. In bed with another woman. She felt like her whole world came crashing down on her.

He had come into her life years before and whisked her away. He made all of her wildest dreams come true. All of her friends told her how lucky she was, and she felt it. She felt it every time she looked at him and had her heart swell up with nothing but love. She felt it in the electricity in their every touch, no matter how small or simple. She felt it when they would take off and travel or go on some adventure he’d planned for them. But now…she didn’t feel much of anything.

She sat there and tried to listen to what he was saying, but everything went in one ear and out the other. The love of her life cheated. The one she assumed was her soulmate, betrayed her.

They ended up breaking up. She moved out and back in with her former roommates from before she’d met Suresh.

Everyone told her she would move on and love again, and she knew it was true. She also knew, however, that she would never love anyone the way she loved Suresh. She could meet someone tomorrow who’s nice and sweet and helps her pick the pieces of her heart back together with care, but they would never know her the way Suresh did. She would never be truly happy. She would live the rest of her life being content with someone and the life they would build together. No matter what, they would never measure up. She was under the impression that we all get one soulmate in life, and Suresh was hers.

In the meantime, she was technically a free woman. As free as anyone could be when you’re heart is forever tethered to the one who shattered it. She could travel, see the sights she never got to with Suresh, have the most amazing dinners and memories with other people, drink to her hearts content, try her best to live in the moment. She knew that these are the things people do to try to fill the void, and maybe they can convince themselves that it works, and maybe it will for her too, but there will always be something gnawing at her, telling her she belonged somewhere else. With someone else.

She imagined what her life would look like without him. She would probably end up getting married. Fill their home with the sounds of the pitter patter of their children’s feet. Everyone around her would praise her for the life she built and say things along the lines of “isn’t this better than anything you imagined when you sobbed in your bed over some boy in your twenties?” She would smile and nod, but the joy would never fully reach her eyes at the thought of “some boy”. He could show up and ask her to run away with him. Tell her he made a mistake and has been miserable without her for all of these years. Tell her he knows he’s probably too late, but ask her if she’s willing to take a risk. And she’s not entirely too sure if she would say no. Even if it’s the right thing to do.

She told herself that he never loved her as much as she loved him. He couldn’t have. If he did, he would have never been in the bed of anyone else knowing she was home in theirs, waiting for him. They had been going through a rough patch, but no relationship is without their troubles. They could have worked harder on communicating. They could have expressed their love for each other more. But even during their hard times, she never once even thought of straying from him. She knew what they had was worth fighting for. She knew it was more precious than diamonds or rubies, or anything else the world could offer.

She thought back to the time he went to meet her mother. It was a big deal to her, for them to meet. Her father had left when she was little and it had been just the two of them most of her life. She still remembered when her mother leaned over to whisper in her ear “he’s a good one, you better keep him around”. She smiled and it filled her heart with so much love to know her mother, who’d been through so much in her life, approved of Suresh. She knew how he came off in public, but in private he was a dream come true.

She can’t imagine having that with anyone else. She can’t imagine loving anyone else with the same power and force she loved him. No one.

He could show up on her wedding day, run down the aisle and reach her. Look disheveled and distressed, confess his love for her and ask her to reconcile. And she just might do it. She just might leave the person she was to marry seconds before it became official to be with Suresh.

Everyone has their weaknesses and Suresh is hers. He always has been and he always will be. Her kryptonite. Her hearts true want and desire. What he does to her, what he makes her feel, she’s not sure could ever be replicated. She’d learn to lie in the face of those she loves and cares for most when they ask her if she’s fine and she’s moved on. But she’s not and she hasn’t. She’ll never be over him. Her soulmate.

She knows that when she moves on it will only partially be filling the Suresh shaped hole in her heart. Things will never be the same with anyone else. And she doesn’t want it to be.

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[gallivantingheart]

Me, a Princess? Shut Up!

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⏮️ chapter 10: merida ⏭️

who?: jihoon/woozi x (f)reader

word count: 1778

genre/s: fluff, humour, social media!au

warnings: some course language

synopsis: Life’s pretty good for y/n. Easy, even. Until someone claiming to be her grandmother says she is the queen of a small island country - and y/n, a princess.

a/n: oi @wonwooslibrary​ told you :p

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The phone call to Mingyu is a tough one, the lead up spent pacing your room far too late at night. You even wrote out points of contention like some public relations specialist. Your grandmother would be proud.

The notes sit on your desk, ripped from a notebook. Mingyu picks up after the third ring and your stomach drops so quickly you have to take a seat at the edge of your bed.

“Hey.” He says slow and guarded.

Damn. You don’t get that reception often and it hurts, like an icicle stab right between your ribs.

“Uh hi. Thanks for picking up.” You say quickly, your words running over each other and colliding in your mouth.

“Sure.”

He knows why you’re calling. Duh. And knowingly lets you pull your shit together and apologise.

“‘Gyu, I’m sorry for getting your family mixed up in this so badly. You know I never meant to. I - It’s gotten all so complicated. And the stakes are so high. I should have been more careful and considerate of others despite my own insecurities. And I will be. Anything I can do to remedy this and I will. I’ll be having the same chat with Jihoon about this as well. You will not be in any royal shitshow any longer - no one. Again, I’m sorry.” You exhale heavily, empty and deflated - you’ve said your piece now, the ball’s in Mingyu’s court now.

There’s a brief, dry chuckle. “Wow. Who are you and what have you done with y/n, my walking meltdown? Those princess lessons really have done something. Of course I forgive you. Thank you for apologising.”

You smile and perk up. “Really? Like actually? Grandma is putting out a press statement tomorrow morning to dispel all of this as well. The Queen’s word is final, after all. I just…”

You hesitate to divulge your grand plan. Would it be worth it to say anything? Your hasty pipe dream? Fuck it, this is Mingyu we’re talking about! Best friend and level head number one (of two) You stand up and scrunch your notes up, shooting and missing the bin.

“What is it?” Mingyu says gently, cutting through your thoughts.

He eases the truth from you as if coaxing a kitten out from under the bed. Seeing as you’ve grown up together, it shouldn’t be hard.

“I’m going to try and find a way to get out of this. The whole being a princess thing. Too much has happened for this to be worth it or continue. The Queen cannot be trusted with you guys - my friends. My life.” You chew on your lip. “I just have to do it lawfully. Without, y’know, destroying a whole country.”

You laugh thinly, a thread of hysteria weaved in it. Mingyu goes quiet for a long while after a mild hum of acknowledgement. You flop back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and the harsh light. You need to clean out your lightbulb cover, you note idly as you wait for your best friend to process this.

“Wow. No pressure then.” He says finally.

You groan, loud and dramatic. “As if I need more homework.” You roll over then, pulling your phone away to check the time. 1am. “Shit, yikes. I better let you go. It only took me all night to get a damn grip and call you.”

He laughs harder this time, loud and proper before ringing off. Now you can rest a little easier. One down, too many to go.

From now on you work furiously on your royal studies, spending a little more time to understand the matriarchal system that underpins Amaide. Anything to get the answers you were so desperately looking for. So it’s a dream come true when the queen decides a new lesson is in order. Amaide Embassy Archives.

“There is a temperature controlled archive beneath the embassy. There is a far more extensive collection in the catacombs underneath Amaide’s parliament, of course. These you will certainly see once you are crowned and go on royal tour. House minutes for the last 670 years and every law declaration ever made. There are also personal documents such as royal diaries and marriage certificates. Riveting, I assure you.”

Goodness and she sounded serious about that too. You groan internally as you follow her down the end of the east wing to an alcove. Behind a floor to ceiling tapestry of a lemon tree, turned family tree is a door. Fairly modern compared to anything else you’d seen architecturally in the embassy.

It’s a dry cold as you descend a tightly winding staircase, cool white light running along either side of the flooring. Soonhee’s heels click mutely over the stone. It breaks out into a little foyer, a table to the right with a logbook of sorts and sets of fabric gloves. In front is a frosted glass wall with a glass door. All the frames are heavily reinforced and there is a key pad on the door frame. You are pleased with yourself that you forgot to put your notebook and pen aside before leaving the tea room. Grandma signs the book and gestures for you to do the same. Your juvenile handwriting still puts you off next to hers. Certainly the type of woman to have a pen license. Gloves are handed to you and she punches in a key code, the door automatically sliding open. It appeared to be a long cellar with high ceilings, metal shelving holding documents and artefacts running the length of the space.

“Familiarise yourself with the history of our illustrious country.” She says simply.

You’re pretty much foaming at the mouth with excitement. You’re glad you forgot to leave your notebook upstairs as you squeeze it tightly.

“Do you have any Royal  - Court? Law? I would like to learn more regarding court protocol.”

She blinks and rears back at your forwardness, gesturing to a shelf with a set of numbers on the end. Probably some kind of Dewey decimal kind of system.

“Start on 1746 Coronation Procession - The first Coronation to include Korea as guests. Be careful. These are very fragile documents.” She snaps at you.

You whirl to sneer at her, unable to hide your irritation. Screw respect. “I understand. I am a history major, Grandmother.”

You settle into the desk by the glass wall, unfurling the first pile of documents. The language is old and some of the Hangul is unrecognisable to you, but it’s not too difficult to piece it together.

This is about your great-great-great grandmother, Jang-Geum. Young, beautiful, betrothed to the son of a lord. She seems to make everything look easy. At least on paper. Conversing with the Korean consort she’s calm and mature, staining promises for better relations with their mother country. But this information is professional and official. And Korean.

“Grandma, do we have any personal accounts or diaries of former queens? I feel like I might be able to better understand and benefit with a personal touch.” 

The queen makes way back out from the stacks, her hees still clicking over stone. Her eyebrows seem to be stuck permanently up in her fringe, seeing as you keep surprising her today.

“I - not on site, no. But I will send for some, immediately. I find Queen Soonhee II particularly helpful.” She says briskly.

Of course it had to be the monarch with the same name as her. You raise a brow.

“So what number Soonhee does that make you, again?” You say.

She shoots me a look. “You should know better than to ask that. Have you not memorised our family tree? Soonyoung assured me that you had.”

Shit. You gape for a moment, not unlike a fish. “I - well, sometimes you take on new names, right? I haven't seen any of those, only heard about them. So were you born Soonhee or changed to it?”

Soonhee smirks. “Born. So I am Soonhee IV.” You relax and she has the gall to laugh at you. “Come along. I think that is enough being amongst these dusty stacks. Time for tea, I think.”

You bite your lip to stifle a laugh - always tea time.

You shift from foot to foot outside the arts building, Mingyu hot on your tail. Minghao had his sculpture tutorial so he wasn’t trailing after you today. Hype party of one.

“What are you waiting for?” He nags, leaning over your shoulder.

His large frame shelters you from the icy wind. Back to being your number one cheerleader then. You turn to glare up at him, an expression so severe it makes him take a step back. You sigh and soften your gaze - obviously your grandmother was rubbing off on you.

“Well, I haven’t really properly spoken with him since this whole tabloid drama. Sure, I messaged him to let him know what was going on and I apologised that way. And he said it was okay, but…is it? Really? What if I’ve ruined everything and now he won’t want to speak to me again? Shit, then you’ll have to choose and of course you’ll choose family I mean you should and -”

“Shut up!” Mingyu cuts your snowballing off and you wither. “He’s not like that. He holds a grudge for a little bit, but you did everything right. You gave him time and told him the truth. And you apologised. This is the next step. You want him to come, right?”

You hum and nod. “Of course. If I don’t figure this out, I want you guys there with me every step of the way anyway. And, well, who doesn’t want to go to a good party?”

Mingyu chuckles and squeezes your shoulder. “Exactly. So, go up there, say hi and invite him to your big old party. And after I will reward you with my famous seaweed soup - and beer.”

Mingyu? Cooking? Just for you? That is a prize. You perk up at the thought only to sag and shake your head. 

“Can’t - I’ve got a dress fitting tonight.” You mutter.

Mingyu does a wiggly little dance in the sun. “Dress fitting! Like Royal Coronation dress fitting?”

You groan and nod. “Of course, ‘Gyu. It’s one of many. And before you ask - no pictures! This one needs to be a surprise.”

He pouts and comes back in to lean on your shoulder. “Okay, okay. Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I can swing tomorrow.” You smile warmly - you missed this. “I’ll see you later. Wish me luck!!”

He whistles and cheers as you walk in the building, leaving you keeled over laughing in the lift. You needed this, always.

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[queenofbaws]

It’s the weekend! Please indulge in some birthday content. Either chrashley or Nick/Abi please!!!

at-least-but-not-exactly-six sentence sat(or)sunday!!! ---

If this was really how Mr. H planned on them celebrating every birthday...geez oh man, they were going to spend the better part of the summer just picking confetti off of the floor! Not that she was complaining, exactly, but like...still. It seemed like way more trouble than it was worth.

“Hey Abi? You gonna be okay if I head out?” Kaitlyn tossed the rag she’d been using to wipe the tables down into a nearby bin before drying her hands off on her pants. “If you want me to hang around, I totes will, don’t get me wrong, but I figured if I go, I can do a quick headcount of everyone’s cabins while you guys finish up here. Y’know, make sure no one got any sugar-ideas and like, made a mad dash into the woods to try and find the tree the Keebler elves live in or whatever.”

“Oh, totally. Yeah, yeah totally, go on ahead, I’m probably gonna be at this for a little while longer...” She hoped her smile looked more convincing than it felt. “There’s no way I’m getting all the glitter out, but...wait, elves?”

Kaitlyn pressed a hand flat to her own chest, pretending to stumble for just a second. “God, you kids make me feel so old...”

“I...aren’t we the same age? I thought we were the same age?”

“I’m just like an ancient, withered old raisin of a woman, aren’t I? I should invest in a good headscarf and maybe a woven basket I can keep all my hand-canned jams in...” Her gaze went distant for a moment, almost like she was actually picturing some strange alternate reality, and then she waved the thought-cloud away with both hands. “Ignore me. I’m gonna head out then. Oh, but don’t worry about heading back alone, Nick’s still in the back taking care of a kitchen mishap.”

Well that got her to forget her confetti-woes. Abi blinked up at Kaitlyn for a second, her mouth open but her brain short-circuiting in such a way that no words came out. Really she wasn’t even sure what she would’ve said if she could’ve: ‘Wait, Nick?’ ‘Oh, Nick, yeah.’ ‘Nick-Nick? You mean, like...Nick-Nick?’ ‘Nick? Who’s Nick? I don’t know a - oooh, Nick, yeah okay.’

None were exactly, um...great options.

But Kaitlyn was already halfway out the door, letting one arm linger in the lodge for a moment longer than it had to, if only so she could give her one last dramatic wave before disappearing into the night. Then she was just gone, and the lodge was mostly empty and mostly quiet, and...oooh, this was not the time for the stupid stomach butterflies!

Abi turned back to the task at hand, gathering up as much of the streamers and confetti as she was able, scooping it off of the floors and into the trash bag Mr. H had left her with. At this rate, she’d still be working on it come tomorrow night, but...

“Hey did - shiiit. Did everyone already leave? Man, I thought someone would - ”

So much for ignoring the butterflies.

Sticking her hand up in the air as high as she could stretch it, Abi waved up over one of the tables. “Hi,” she called, cringing at how bashful her voice sounded in her own ears. “I’m here! Just...cleaning! The, uh, floor!” She dropped her hand as quickly as she’d raised it, grimacing and mouthing ‘Of course it’s the floor!’ to herself, resisting the urge to smack her forehead or, like...burst into flame. “I think it’s just us, though,” she added after a moment, pressing her lips hard together for a moment in some sort of ridiculous attempt to get the prickling in her cheeks under control. “Kaitlyn just left to do a headcount, so...”

“Aw man,” Nick said as he rounded the closest group of tables, almost immediately stooping down to join her on the floor. “She just bailed like that? Not up for floor duty, I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Abi flashed him a smile that probably lasted just a second too long, then looked back down to the confetti on the ground. Had she been bummed about having to clean it all up before? Now she was just glad for an excuse to look somewhere else - sometimes it was hard to stop looking at Nick once she’d started.

Which was such a weird freaking thing to say! Or...think?! It was weird, that was the point, it was a weird thing to think and a weird thing to say and, God, a weird thing to do, but he was just so, so, so...

“Oh, hey, hold up a second.” She didn’t turn that time, but her eyes flicked to the side as she felt Nick reach up over her. A moment later, he turned his hand out to her, palm up with a shimmery purple streamer laying there. “Stuck in your hair,” he explained with a soft laugh. He dropped it into the trash bag, and then went very, very still beside her. “Oh, uh. Huh. Hope that wasn’t like...a weird thing to do...?”

Not as weird as her staring thing, that was for sure!

Suddenly more than a little self-conscious, Abi ran her hands through her hair, checking for more confetti. “Oh my gosh, not weird at all! Thanks, I...ugh, there’s so much of this stuff, I swear.”

“It is sort of everywhere, isn’t it?” Nick agreed, dumping another handful into the trash bag. “Do you get the feeling maybe Mr. H has never had to clean this crap up on his own before? Like maybe since he always just has counselors do it, he doesn’t get how ridiculous it is?”

It was a little too easy to laugh at that. Everything always felt a little too easy around Nick...except for, you know...breathing. Or keeping a normal heartbeat. Or maintaining a normal amount of eye contact. “It kinda feels like it, doesn’t it?” she smiled, chancing a quick glance his way. “I don’t know...at first I thought it was cute, the whole ‘Let’s have a birthday party for a camper’ thing. I mean, I’m sure it’s hard, having a birthday away from home and all your friends and stuff, so it makes them feel special, but...I dunno. I’m...I’m one of those people who gets embarrassed just singing the birthday song, I guess.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Don’t get me wrong, I was totally on board with the singing part, and the pizza part, but giving a bunch of kids noisemakers and confetti poppers?” He heaved a joking groan, balling up another wad of streamers before throwing them away. “Just sort of asking for trouble, really.”

“And what was with the - ”

“Birthday hat?!” they said in unison, talking over one another before collapsing into laughter.

“That thing was so bad. I mean...right? It was so bad.”

“So bad,” Nick snorted. “Just absolutely awful. I don’t even know where he found something that awful. Like, did he have to kill a clown to get that?”

She waved a hand in front of her face to try and staunch some of the tears starting to prick at her eyes from all her giggling - the last thing she wanted was for Nick to see her covered in glitter and with runny eyeliner. “I’m not even sure a clown would wear that thing!”

“Yeah, no, me neither.”

Their laughter tapered off, as laughter had a way of doing, and for a few minutes they continued to clean the floor as best they could with what they had. It was a little awkward, maybe, the way things were always a little awkward when she found herself so close to him, but awkward didn’t necessarily mean bad. With two of them doing the work, it was going by a lot quicker than it had before, and they really did make a heck of a team when the situation called for it.

So...even though she knew she was probably blushing so bad that her cheeks matched the tips of her hair, Abi took a breath and picked the conversation back up, feeling somehow more and more confident the cleaner the floor became. “Think you’ll survive?” she asked, letting her eyes flit over to his for a moment. “The hat, I mean? When it’s your turn? Your birthday’s coming up, isn’t it?”

“I...oh no. Oh no.” He’d been crouched before, but just then Nick let himself plop flat onto his bottom as the reality of the situation hit him full force. “You don’t...Abi, you don’t think Mr. H is gonna make us counselors...” He dropped his head into his hands, making a sound caught somewhere between a groan and a laugh. “Oh God...he can’t make me wear the hat in front of my campers! They’ll never respect me again!”

She giggled before giving the room one last look-over, figuring they’d probably done enough for one night. “Hey, maybe you’ll get super lucky and someone else’ll have a birthday that day too, and you can just...I dunno, act like you’re letting them have the hat out of the goodness of your heart or something.”

“I could,” he nodded, letting his hands drop. “I - hey wait a second. How did you know it’s almost my birthday?”

“Uh.” Crap! Well, there was no getting around it. She’d gotten herself into the mess by saying the stupid thing, she guessed she had to get herself out of it. “Oh, um, it was in the...y’know, packet. The one we got during orientation? It...it had everyone’s info on it, and I just sort of remembered seeing that your birthday was happening while camp was in session and thinking ‘Wow, that must be...’” Her hands stopped halfway through tying the trash bag as her brain finally caught up to the words coming out of her mouth.

“Hard?” Nick finished for her, holding his own hands out to take the trash bag and tie it instead. “Having a birthday away from home and all your friends and stuff?”

Yeah, she was...she was absolutely bright red by that point. There was no getting around it. “Well...I mean...yeah? I-I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, or like...that you should be sad, I’m just - ” It was her turn to cover her face with her hands. “Okay, I...can I rewind that? What I just said? I’m...I’m feeling very dumb.”

He finished tying the bag and took to his feet so he could shove it into one of the trash cans along the wall, brushing his hands off on the way back. “Chill, Abi - I know what you meant. Here.” Nick held his hand down to help her to her feet, and for one fleeting moment, she felt a little something like the bashful heroine of a romance novel. “It is gonna be weird, doing the whole birthday thing here instead of back home,” he admitted. “Buuut...it’ll be fun in a different way, I’m sure. ...as long as Mr. H doesn’t make me wear the birthday hat.”

“Or bake your own birthday cupcakes,” she added, clearing her throat and subtly pulling away as she realized she was still holding his hand. “That wouldn’t be fair.”

“Shit, that’s a good point! Yeah, I wonder if I can get someone else to do that for me. Oh, speaking of birthday cupcakes, what’d you think? Were they okay?” It could’ve been her imagination, but Abi almost swore Nick was looking a little red in the face too; pretty much the second she’d let go of his hand, he’d reached back to rub at his shoulder like it ached or something, and when he turned his head to the side it sure looked like his ears were getting flushed.

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, oh my gosh, super good! I don’t even usually like yellow cake that much - I’m way more of a chocolate cake person - but I literally ate two and almost had a third, so like...they were incredible, Nick. Seriously. So, so good.”

He grinned, the hand that’d been rubbing his shoulder moving to his neck. “Well, thanks,” he said after a moment. “I’m glad you liked them, but I’ll make a note of that for the future.”

She paused, her brow knitting in confusion as she tried and failed to figure out what he’d meant by that. “For the...future?”

“Well yeah,” Nick said, meeting her eyes with a shy smile of his own. “Your birthday’s coming up too, right? In August?” There was a beat. “I-I also...read the...packet. The one from orientation.”

And he was right - her birthday was in August. But hearing him say that? Out loud? Right there in front of her? Glitter still clinging to their clothes? It sort of...it sort of made her feel like today was her birthday, like tonight had been her party.

Maybe birthdays away from home could be amazing in their own way.

#nick-furcillo #six sentence weekend #queenie writes supermassive #it IS the weekend and it IS someones bday today hmmMMMMMM ;P hehehe #hope you had a great bday kenzie!!! #please consider this a humble birthday offering from me to you #you cant see it but imagine im serving this to you on a platter while bowing very dramatically okay