#its 2 am and sleep is forthe week

[blue-sunflower-bee]

Back with some more headcanons about them cause i cant get them out of my head.

Part 1 :

Ness loves to make jokes about their height difference. With everyone else Mike would be hella annoyed...but he just finds Ness incredibly cute when he giggles about his own silly puns.

Mike being the little spoon tho.

Ness is on the ace spectrum and Mike is really supportive and understanding. Sex just isnt important for either of them

But Ness has a thing for kissing Mike's hands, he'll just start pressing gentle kisses against Mike's palm and Mike always freezes when that happens, forgetting what he was about to say

Ness struggles with panic attacks; he learnt to deal with them over the years, but they are still present. The night Mike met him after work and he seemed down was a particularly rough night for Ness since a bad panic attack had hit him after a longer break during work. Because of that, he didnt really register what a customer had said and mixed up her orders. She made a huge scene and yelled at him, how useless he is at his job and sh*t.

Needless to say, Mike was SO ready to throw hands once Ness told him that story.

Same as Abby. They'd both get into fights for him.

Ness being the dorky boyfriend he is LOVES to flirt with Mike when he visits Sparky's, throwing really corny pick up lines at him. Mike answering them deadpan while he's blushing. "Are you an electrician? Because you’re definitely lighting up my day!" "Ness, you know I work as a security guard..."

Ness loves animals. During a surprise date, Mike took him to a petting zoo and was afraid it was a dumb idea, until he saw Ness' face light as soon as he saw all the animals

#its 2 am and sleep is forthe week #fnaf #fnaf movie 2023 #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #ness the waiter #mike x ness #securitywaiter #pride

[writing-blog-iguess]

Online Matchup

Summery: Y/n thought it would be fun signing up on dating sites, just for shits and giggles. Who knew that was one of the best decisions they made, especially when they're having too much fun talking to a certain Jason Todd.

warning: swearing, unedited I think, mentions of cancer, fluff, lots of back and forth teasing

word count: 3072

a/n: I promised myself I'd post a fic today, though it's not the one I wanted, I hope you enjoy regardless.

ao3 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Inspired by this:

September 19

You matched with Jason Todd, say hello!

Y/N So, when you say you're looking for a partner in crime Do you mean, like, rob a bank and fight batman? Or like, cozy up on the couch with the fireplace going while it's raining while we try to finish the books we bought? Cuz, I can do the second one I dont think i could fight batman or any of his kids Or even what to, you know? They’re kind of scary …. well maybe one of them i would fight I say fight but its wont be Oh man, I am so sorry about this. This is not how i wanted to tell you that i am a rambler I’m just gonna see myself out Goodday

Jason Ngl this made me laugh So who would you fight but not really?

Y/N You can’t honestly be interested in who I would fight? No way

Jason Way you seemed interesting and i want to get to know you

Y/N … okay but you need to answer my question first

Jason: Lol fair. And it would be the second one. I too wouldn’t fight batman but for different reasons

Y/N: So you're a fighter?

Jason Nope This isn’t how it works

y/n: Fine but remember, you asked for this

Jason: Okay but it’s not like you have a plan on fighting all the batmans kids so i think im safe

y/n: …….

Jason: Oh shit you do?!

y/n: I plead the fifth

Jason: You just got a little more interesting

y/n: I’m going home

Jason: Damn and here i thought i’d finally found the love of my life

y/n: No, nope Don’t say that The more you talk to me, you’ll find the real me and then want nothing to do with me

Jason: Let me be the judge of that We matched for a reason and i want to find out Don’t you?

Y/n: Aren’t you a charmer Okay fine. 20 questions?

Jason: Sure but after you tell what you would do in a fight with the batfam

y/n: I was hoping you would drop this, damn Alright, you get the honour of telling me who you want to know 

Jason: Nightwing

Y/N: Really? Okay. well first i was thinking of just flirting my way out, but he looks like he’d flirt back and i’m not the best at it to begin with, so I’d just get all flustered Bro’s an acrobat, i aint running from him. I aint running from all of them if i’m being honest. Nah for nightwing, he strikes me as a dork in some way. I’ll talk my way out of it. And if there’s something i’m good at, it’s talking.

Jason: So your plan is to talk circles around him?

Y/N: Yes Once i figure out what type of dork he is, imma talk until he gets confused and then i’ll run away Bro won’t see it coming

Jason: I should tell my brother He’s a huge nightwing fan

y/n: Nooooooooooo No one needs to know i don’t need other people to know how weird i am Especially your family I don't want my first meeting to be ‘hey, you’re that chick that’ll talk nightwing to confusion. Man that was a great laugh’

Jason: You think this will go that far?

Y/N: Honestly? No But i have hope You?

Jason: Ya Anyways, red robin?

Y/N: You skipped red hood

Jason: Saving him for last

Y/N: Fair Hes smart, can’t really talk myself out of that one nor would I flirt He is too young and not my type So i use his weakness

Jason: There’s no way you know that

Y/N: No but I know the dude doesn’t have a regular sleep schedule.

Jason: How do you know that?

Y/N: Back when I worked at a coffee shop, I took his order a few times and watched him down his coffee while it was still hot I asked him once, why? Dude said, and i kid you not ‘sleep is for the week and coffee is god’ Ngl, i laughed and gave him a free coffee just for making my day

Jason: Shit day?

Y/N: Ugh you had no idea. I had two tests that day and a term paper due but i couldn’t get it printed in time so that was late Didn’t help i woke up on the couch, and my body didn’t like that

Jason: You in school?

Y/n: Ya, only two years in but i want it to end

Jason: Not a fan?

Y/N: Eh When did we start playing 20 questions?

Jason: Right, we we suppose to play after you finished your hypotheticals

Y/N: Curses Me and my big mouth Who’s next?

Jason: We’re still on RR

Y/N: Blah right I’ll just bride him with coffee and make a run for it

Jason: The fact that that could actually work is scary Are you sure you’re not a villain?

Y/N: Nope just an engineering student who could fight god with enough coffee and no sleep Honestly, RR’s my spirit animal

Jason: Robin

Y/N: Are you nuts? I’d turn myself in and then some ain’t no way i’m coming up with a plan for him He scares me

Jason: Why?

Y/N: I watched him fight a few times The dude has enough skill and rage to fight the justice league if need be I bet he could kill too He looks like it

Jason: Okay you're not wrong But if you had to come up with a plan, what would it be?

Y/N: Cannot believe you’re making me do this Fine Little dude may have a hard exterior, but years of reading and knowing people like him, he has a soft spot and use that against him

Jason: Do you know what that is?

Y/N: … I am going to die If robin finds this, I am dying by either embarrassment or by his hands

Jason: Come on, you gotta tell me I’m at the edge of my seat here

Y/N: Fine, but if i’m going down I’m taking you with me

Jason: But we’ve only just met

Y/N: Maybe so, but I actually like you But i’m starting to doubt

Jason: Aw come on, little bird

Y/N: Damnit I happened to be walking home and watched him sit in an alley playing with cats Must have been a slow night, he was there for hours

Jason: It was the little bird wasn’t it?

Y/N: So who’s next? Spoiler? Batgirl? The signal? Red hood? Oracle? Well, I wouldn’t fight Oracle, I don’t know who they are but I know they would win so I’m going to stay clear of them No, you know what? I can tell you my answer for all three of them I’d bribe them with cookies or something. Idk if they would take it but that’s my plan. Just straight up bribery. Who could resist cookies?

Jason: That’s your answer to everything huh?

Y/n: Yup

Jason: Even with RH?

Y/n: … He’s different

Jason: How so?

Y/N: Mm, okay but your not allowed to judge Or laugh

Jason: Should I be scared?

Y/N: Depends Anyways, i have a crush on him So I would shoot my shot and if i get turned down then at least I tried

Jason: You have a crush on Red Hood? Out of everyone there is, why him?

Y/N: You’re judging! You said you wouldn’t

Jason: I didn’t say shit Now tell me why him?

Y/N: Hell if I know But have you seen him?

Jason: I have but you don’t even see his face

Y/N: That just adds to the mystic that is Red Hood I just know he’s got a good looking face underneath the mask

Jason: You really are something else

Y/N: Sorry I’m a big fan of RH And I guess I like the thought of a mystery So if you want to end this now, I understand

Jason: Who said anything about ending this?

Y/N: Don’t know, a lot of people who seem interested in me kind of leave after they find out Either they don’t want to compete with a crush that I know have zero chance at or they just don’t like red hood and being with a fan isn’t something they want

Jason: They’re stupid I ain’t leaving for that And who knows, maybe you can shoot your shot one day

Y/N: HA That’s not going to happen I freeze up when I’m near someone I like I’d probably stutter and say something embarrassing and run away No thank you

Jason: Thought it out huh

Y/N: You have no idea Anyways, 20 questions?

Jason: I did promise You can ask a couple?

Y/N: Favourite colour?

Jason: Really? After what I did to you, your going to ask something simple

Y/N: Answer the question Jason

Jason: Green

Y/N: Thank you Favourite food?

Jason: What’s with the easy questions? Give me some hard hitting personal ones

Y/N: I will in time Now, answers please

Jason: Chili dogs

Y/N: Those things are gross

Jason: Hey, they are the pinnacle of street food You just have to find the right places

Y/N: Mmkay, if you say so

Jason: Alright, gonna have to take you to one of my favourite places

Y/N: That right?

Jason: Only way to convince you Where do you go to school?

Y/N: Looking forward to it Gotham University, you?

Jason: Not yet, but trying to Kind of hard when you were declared dead for a while

Y/N: Fucking what?! Gonna need that story

Jason: Nope, gotta reach at least level 10 in friendship to unlock it

YN: Damnit

Jason: Sorry little bird

Y/N: You didn’t need to say it so casually tho Who just mentions, ‘yeah i’ve been declared dead but haven’t done anything’ into a conversation And not elaborate on it This is bullshit, sir

Jason: It has happened to people

Y/N: Yeah, but they tell people why You just Dropped a bomb like that and say, not yet Whatever, i’ll drop it

Jason: You sure? Sounds like it’ll bother you until you get the story

Y/N: Yes I’m sure Yes it will bother me But like I said, I like you and I don’t want to be pushy I’m not a pushy person

Jason: Awe does someone have a wittle crush

Y/N: No You got nothing on RH

Jason: Now that just hurts, little bird

Y/N: Don’t you have a question you need to ask?

Jason: Are you flustered? I feel like you’re flustered

Y/N: Amazing weather we’re having Despite the rain and all

Jason: Alright, I’ll stop with the teasing For now Born in Gotham?

Y/N: No I am from Metropolis, moved here for school

Jason: Any other reason?

Y/N: Yeah, Superman kept destroying my apartment building I’ve moved three times and somehow, he always finds the building I’m living in Minute I graduated high school, I moved

Jason: But why Gotham?

Y/N: Gotham intrigues me

Jason: You’re so weird

Y/N: Thank you Since you’re not in school, what do you do?

Jason: Mechanic Didn’t really want my dad’s help so I’m finding my way in life

Y/N: Not a great relationship?

Jason: You can say that So, engineering huh?

Y/N: Yup I love building and taking things apart Have since I was little

Jason: Gonna change the world?

Y/N: Imma try but can’t really do that while working at luthor corp

Jason: Please tell me your joking

Y/N: Ah, not a fan I see Can’t blame you but I am not It was one of the first places I’ve applied to and hear back right away I accepted before getting my other interviews

Jason: jumped the gun a bit 

Y/N: Yeah I did. I wished I didn’t but oh well I’ll find something better if this doesn’t work out

Jason: Why don’t you quit now?

Y/N: I am a broke college student who needs money If I quit now, I’m not sure if I find someone to take me Plus the hours working there are helping my schooling, so it’s kinda late to switch jobs

Jason: Can’t believe I’m saying this but try wanye enterprise I hear they’re good to work for

Y/n: I plan too eventually But at the moment, this is fine The hours I have now works with my school hours

Jason: How’s working there anyways?

Y/N: Not too bad I guess I’m allowed to work on my own projects as long as I work on the assigned ones The people are nice and all but it could be better

Jason: But you don’t like it there?

Y/N: I don’t like Lex Luthor and what he represents I guess

Jason: So you believe that he’s trying to take down superman?

Y/N: I’ve seen one of their fights Nothing to believe

Jason: Must of been some fight

Y/N: Mm So What did you mean, I can’t believe I’m saying this?

Jason: You can’t be weird about it

Y/N: Oh? I am intrigued

Jason: You’re making it weird

Y/N: I am not It’s not like I said you have a crush on Bruce Wayne or something That would have been weird

Jason: Is this how you felt when I teased you?

Y/N: Paybacks a bitch isn’t it?

Jason: I hate you

Y/N: Okay

Jason: I do

Y/N: You’re deflecting

Jason: Oh my god Fine He’s my dad, well adoptive dad

Y/N: Cool

Jason: That’s it? You’re not going to fawn over him being my dad? Ask me questions about what he’s like? Ask if the tabloids are true?

Y/N: Nope Tbh, I don’t care for Bruce Like, I applaud him for what he’s trying to do for Gotham and all But, seeing him on every magazine everywhere I go gets a bit tiring He’s just another dude that people are obsessed with Who cares if he’s rich Besides, I’m talking to you aren’t I? Who cares about Bruce Wayne I wanna know Jason Todd

Jason: You know? I think I may actually be in love 

Y/N: Stooooooop You can’t say things like that

Jason Why? Cuz you get flustered so easily?

Y/N And if I do?

Jason Gotta say it’s my favourite past time

Y/N So, the reason you don’t have a great relationship with Bruce Does it have anything to do with you being dead or something?

Jason Wow WOW I cannot believe you We go from what's your favourites to hard hitting questions huh? I see how it is

Y/N I told you they were coming

Jason I just didn’t think you’d use it as a deflection tactic

Y/N Yeah I want to say sorry But I’m not I’m sure you would use anything to get attention from yourself

Jason Can’t do positive attention

Y/N Eh

Jason I hear you And yes it is part of the reason why me and Bruce are not in good terms

Y/N Mm, I’m sure he’s trying

Jason In his own Bruce way yeah

Y/N Are you?

Jason I like to believe I am Why the interest?

Y/N I don’t know Maybe it’s the fact that my relationship with my dad isn’t the best

Jason You’re dad’s not Bruce Wayne’s too?

Y/N HA Then I would not be talking to you in this fashion

Jason That is true So then what?

Y/N My mom says we are too similar to each other Got the same attitude and all I believe it Growing up, it was all your useless and you’ll amount to nothing Or he’ll ignore me, and I’d prefer that over the degrading Only time he’d show his affection was if he was drunk

Jason Wow Sorry 

Y/N Yeah It’s gotten better since I moved out Now it’s there, and I’m still processing 

Jason Processing what?

Y/N Mm It’s a pretty heavy topic to get into with someone you just met

Jason Can’t be worse than me being dead for months

Y/N Months?! How many?

Jason Oh damn You are a lot easier to talk with then who I normally socialize with

Y/N I shall take that as a complement

Jason As you should And no, I will not be elaborating 

Y/N Alright fair But I will get the story

Jason Mm, I’m sure you will So? Gonna answer my question

Y/N Last year he was diagnosed with cancer Not sure what it is, but it already spread

Jason How long did the doctors give him?

Y/N He didn’t want to know Can’t blame him for 

Jason Sorry about that

Y/N Yeah

Jason You don’t sound to hurt about it

Y/N Like I said, still processing it so I don’t know how to feel With the childhood I had, I don’t know how too But I know when it comes down to it, my emotions will hit me like a truck when the day comes

Jason Well, soak up as much time as you can before you have any regrets

Y/N Trying to He is just making it impossible Whoo boy! That was a lot of emotion for one night I think I’m going to eat some ice cream and binge watch my favourite show

Jason Sounds fun, wish I could join but I promised my brothers with help

Y/N How many do you have?

Jason Do you read anything about the Wayne family?

Y/N Nope What I know about him is what is whispered between my classes and work and even then I don’t listen to them

Jason Really committed on not caring about him, huh Four brothers and three sisters

Y/N Big family

Jason Bruce likes to adopt

Y/N I can tell Anyways, have fun tonight

Jason I’ll try Would you be interested in talking some more?

Y/N I would love to

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd gn!reader #batman imagine #my writing #this was purely for my entertainment #but enjoy #online match up

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Teach Me

4. April

Series Masterlist

“Hey, Jayla has been too nervous to ask you, but do you want to come to her birthday party this weekend?” Jack asked over the phone, his voice raspier than it sounds in person. “We’re just having a few of her friends and family over at the house.”

Ariel smiles softly into her pillow. “I’d love to come to her party!”

“Good. Jayla has been talking about this party nonstop. She would've been upset if you weren’t able to come.”

The late night hour made her feel bold. “And you? Would you be upset?”

She couldn’t help but smile at the soft laughter coming from the other end of the phone. “Fuck yeah, you might the one I’m looking forward to being there the most.”

“Good” Ariel said with a smile and cuddled further into the covers. Ariel loved her nightly chats with Jack, each conversation he would share more about himself.

“Don’t tell me you fell asleep on me? Am I that boring?”

She fights to keep her eyes open not wanting to hang up the phone. “No, I’m just resting my eyes.” Ariel protested fighting back a yawn.

“Go to sleep, I’ll stay on the line.” Jack said fondly, his voice luring her to sleep.

***

The week came and went and it was officially the day of Jayla’s birthday party and Ariel was ringing the doorbell of a beautiful 2 story home.

She could hear the sounds of kids screaming and laughing. Moments later Jack opens the door with a big smile, stepping aside so that she could walk in. Before she could greet him, Jayla was running up to her. “Miss Love!” she said, hugging her jean clad legs. Crouching down in front of her, she wraps her arms around Jayla giving her a hug. “Happy birthday, Jayla!”

She gives her a huge smile that mirrored her father’s before taking her hand and tugs her through the house. Ariel couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder at Jack, and give him a small wave before following her. She was confused at first when Jayla pulled her into the bathroom.

“What’s wrong, Jayla?”

Jayla motions towards her hair. “Can you redo my hair? Daddy only really knows how to do buns and a ponytail, I want something different!” Jayla said with a small pout, and nervously playing with the KY necklace around her neck.

“Of course, we have to make sure the birthday girl looks the best!” Ariel said without a second thought and patted the stool that was in the bathroom and motioned for Jayla to sit.

Smiling at Jayla in the mirror, she says “ok so how does the birthday girl want her hair?”

Tapping her finger to her chin, “I think I want to wear it down!”

Ariel nodded before adding “Easy enough, how about we do half up, half down? That way you don’t have to worry about hair getting in your face.”

Jayla nodded and clapped her hands in excitement. At her approval Ariel got to work.

Taking her hair out of its ponytail, Ariel grabbed the water bottle from the counter to hydrate her curls, making sure to explain each step. Ariel started separating the coils and curls to make sure she didn’t miss any.

She then grabbed the coconut water leave in conditioner to moisturize the hair. While she turned to grab a hair tie she could see Jayla turning her head back and forth bouncing her curls, making her smile. Ten minutes later Jayla's hair was perfectly half up/half down, with the curls falling down her back, a butterfly clip to match the theme of her party.

Jayla softly touched her hair, smiling wide at herself in the mirror. Turning around she gave Ariel a huge hug. “Thank you soooo much, Miss Love! I love it!”

Hugging her back just as tight, “Anything for the birthday girl! Now, come on, let’s get back to the party!”

***

Jack might have gone overboard with the party, but he was finding it hard to care when he saw how happy Jayla was. Usually they would spend birthdays with just the two of them and then the following day they would go to his mothers house to celebrate again, but this year Jayla wanted a party.

Jayla was fascinated with butterflies and wanted that to be a theme. So Jack got to work and searched everywhere he could to find butterfly decorations. He paid way too much money on the butterfly balloon arch that was setup by the dessert table, but the beaming smile on Jayla’s face was worth it.

The party goes well into the afternoon, Jack smiles watching Ariel interact with all his family and friends. With the genuine smiles on everyone's faces he knew they loved her. For some reason, knowing that they loved her took a weight off his shoulders.

While he was more comfortable having the party at his house, there was still a relief when everyone started to leave. After trying to push Urban and his mother out the door, both of which tried to drop hints how much they loved Ariel. He closed the door with a sigh, shoulders finally dropping.

Ariel stayed behind to help clean despite his protest, sweeping and picking up leftover plates and cups. “Hey, you really don’t have to stay behind to help. You’re a guest.”

“I clean up after 15 kids every day of the week. I don’t mind.” Waving away his concerns and throwing more trash in the trash bins.

As Jack helped clean, he couldn’t help but stop and watch how freely she moved around his home. He could see her being a permanent fixture in Jayla and his life. When she arrived and Jayla dragged him away, he managed to find them in the bathroom. The giggles as Ariel did her hair gave them away. Outside of his mother, Ariel was the only woman in Jayla’s life he trusted. He loved that Jayla trusted her enough to ask her to do her hair.

After taking the trash outside he watched as Ariel fussed over Jayla, making sure she put all her gifts away, she did it without a single complaint.

It didn’t take long for them to finish cleaning. Jayla, still in her party dress, was spread out on the couch, nodding off. Jack walks over to lift her up, Jayla’s face pressed into his neck. “I’ll be right back.” He whispers to Ariel who simply nods.

Side stepping all her toys and gifts she received today, he carefully placed Jayla in her bed. She snuggles under the overs as he brushes his fingers across her hair. “Happy Birthday, baby girl.”

Jayla gives him a sleepy smile. “Thank you daddy. I had the best day.”

All he could do was smile at her, before leaning down to press a kiss to her head. Just as he was about to get up to leave the room Jayla spoke again.

“Ariel, read me a story?” She sleepily requested. The use of her first name didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Let me go ask her, ok?”

Jack walked back down the stairs to the living room, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his hands. Ariel gave him a bright smile when she saw him.

“Hey, the birthday girl wants you to read her a story” Jack said leaning against the wall of the entranceway. Jack loved the way her eyes lit up at the request, bounce in her step as she followed him back to Jayla’s room.

His heart begins to feel tight in his chest as he watches Ariel sit on the edge of her bed, just like he would, grabbing a book from her bookshelf.

Jack had never thought about anyone joining their little family. In the last four years, the few dates he’s been on. Nothing fazed him. Content with the way things were. Then walked in Ariel Love. Now all he could think about was her joining their family.

Her voice was soft but animated as she read the book to Jayla. He watches them from the doorway, smile on his lips. He could watch this every night. Ariel’s face warms as she looks up and finds Jack looking at them with a fond smile.

Jayla was fighting to keep her eyes open as Ariel closes the book. She pushes her now wild curbs behind her ear before whispering a goodnight and one last happy birthday. Jayla gives her a sleepy smile.

When Ariel goes to stand up, Jack walks back over saying his own goodnight. Pressing a kiss to Jayla’s head. “I love you.”

Ariel waits for him at the door as Jack checks to make sure Jayla’s night light was turned on, before leaving the room.

As they made it back to the living room, he motions her to the couch. Both letting out quiet sighs as they sit down.

Turning his head to look over at Ariel “Thank you.” Thinking he was thanking her for coming to the party and helping with the cleaning she replied “No, thank you for inviting me. I had the most wonderful time. You have the best friends and family!” Ariel told him with a smile.

He smiled hearing that she loved his family but he shook his head, that’s not what he was thanking her for.

“I meant, thank you for everything you do for Jayla. Today for example, you did her hair today with no questions asked.”

Jack stops her as she tries to wave him off like it was no big deal. Reaching over to grab her hand, so she could focus on him. “It’s a big deal, and seeing you in my home and laughing with my family today made me realize how I don’t want you to leave.”

Ariel looked at him in surprise, butterflies in her stomach. “Really?”

He smiled at the shocked expression on her face. “Yeah, I haven’t dated anyone since Alyssa but I really like you. A lot. You’ve become such a fixture in not only mine but Jayla’s life as well.”

Ariel smiled at that. The moments they’ve shared over the last few months made her want more. She wanted to greedily take everything Jack would give her and more. It scared her how much she wanted to be a part of his and Jayla’s life.

“I like you a lot too Jack. I know you haven’t dated since Alyssa but we can take our time. We don’t have to rush into this.”

Jack let out a sigh of relief at hearing her say that, tightening his hold on her hands.

“How are you so…perfect and understanding?”

Her face felt warm again at the statement, “I don’t know about perfect…”

“Well, you’re pretty damn close.”

Ariel just playfully rolls her eyes. “Like I said, let’s take this slow. The school year is over in a couple months, how about we just continue to get to know each other, and go on dates. When the school year is over we can go from there.”

Jack nodded in agreement. The next two months would fly by, as he tugged at her hand lightly, and shifts on the couch to pull her in closer, he knew he wouldn’t need the full two months to decide if this is what he really wanted.

“When’s the last day of school?” He asks her

“June 12th.”

“Going to mark that shit down in my calendar.”

Ariel leans into him with a soft laugh and he smiles. There was no place he’d rather have her be, than in his arms. June 12th can’t come fast enough

***

AN: I know I said the last chapter was my favorite but this one might top it just a little. Thank you everyone for all the love you guys show for this series. We only have two chapters left after this one 🫣 As always tell me your thoughtsssss :)

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A Stranger’s Blood (3)

Summary: a moment of tension threatens to let loose all of those emotions you have for the Prince, and he for you.

Warnings: fluff, men hitting women, blood, slight smut, Minors DNI

Was inspired by this song.

A Stranger Masterlist

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 

The night felt never-ending. As if the sun had taken its leave of the world and from everyone below it. Plunged into an inescapable darkness that not even the silver sheen of the moon could help. The land before you was washed with a silvery-blue, the grass swaying back and forth almost lazily. You pulled the shawl around you tighter, trapping in any warmth you could. But you couldn't deny that being outside was the best cure you could think of for your tiredness.

You leaned back against the tree you had made a home at, your hair braided to one side as it often was when you slept. Now frayed with some frizz, the odd strand having slipped out of its intricate plait.

When you were a child, you never told your father about the ceaseless bullying and when you did with your mother, she was not usually sympathetic. So in an effort to self-soothe, you often tiptoed out your bed, relishing in the fresh air of the outside. How the outside calmed you was a feeling you could never describe.

And although your mother was never sympathetic to your seemingly endless bullying and taunting, that did not mean she was not a caring mother. And when she passed and the taunting continued harder than it ever had before, you found yourself outside more often than usual. Your arms instinctively went to cradle yourself within them, not for warmth but for some kind of comfort. A comfort you had dreamed someone else could give you one day.

Your father while, yes, he was always happy and jolly, when it came to women, especially you, he was very much at a loss. Always having grown up with brothers, when it came to the feelings of the opposite sex, he was always questioning. In lieu of this, he mostly allowed you to do as you pleased. A sad look was on his features whenever you returned with more bruises than you had left with.

Even as you grew, it was not the nightmares that kept you from sleep, but those little reminders every day of the pain endured at such a delicate time in your life. In the weeks you had been at the Red Keep, it was those old faces that seemed to draw you back into that period. The only time, you truly felt happy and content, was with music and dancing.

Your eyes were lost in the landscape before you, a content but saddened sigh escaping your lips. Your fingers fiddled with the sapphire in your necklace, a horrible thought ran through your mind as quick as a flame. Did you even remember what your mother looked like?

You had closed your eyes for a moment, wandering into a sleep like state, until your breath caught in your throat with panic. You felt your heart hammer in your chest, like waking up in the middle of the night with a hand in front of your face. And it was so quiet, you could feel your blood pulse through you.

Your eyes met a maid's as she stood next to you, "My Lady, we should get you inside" she said quietly, shivering from the cold. You gave her a small smile and closed your eyes again,

"I am fine, please do not worry"

The warm embrace of sleep took you, and all your mind could conjure for a dream, was his silhouette before you.

Fixing his eyepatch into place, Aemond took in a deep breath in preparation for the farce that was a feast that was supposed to take place tonight. Unfortunately for him, it would not be the busy, energetic feast that he had enjoyed see her at that night, but a more intimate, possibly even boring one.

All he knew for certain was that Tyland Lannister intended on joining in the festivities. And this thought alone set every nerve in Aemond's body to set off in annoyance, fists clenched at the mere thought of having to see his face.

As Aemond took his spot at the end of the table, he huffed in annoyance as more people poured into the room, various lord and ladies he had no idea what their names were. Ser Tyland seemed to be seated dead in the centre of the table, having a good view of the other people already seated. Aemond attempted to not meet his eyes, worried he might give away his distaste for the man too much.

His attention was peaked however, when alongside his sister arm in arm was you. He could not help it but his eyes raked over the dress you were wearing tonight. It was a darkened gold, silk dress with small embroidery details around the hem. She seemed to not clock the Prince in his spot yet, so enamoured in her conversation with Helaena that she could scarcely scan the room before being sat down next to the Queen. It made Aemond close his hand around his thumb, seeing how you had been sandwiched between Helaena and none other, than Tyland Lannister.

He could tell you looked visibly uncomfortable next to him as he tried to lean over and speak to you in hushed tones. As much as you attempted to push your body away from his, he never seemed to take the cue.

Luckily, help seemed at hand as the King and Alicent arrived in the room together, taking their respective seats next to Otto. A quirked brow was evident on some people as some noted how far away the Queen seemed to sit from her husband, but nobody questioned anything.

"Music" Aegon commanded and without hesitation, the band in the corner of the room seemed to come alive with some happy, yet slow music. Aemond could do nothing more than push the food around his plate, occasionally taking a glance up to see you sipping more and more wine in an attempt to steady yourself.

This man was really pushing his luck, Aemond thought as the man leaned in once more to whisper something into your ear.

Pushing his chair out, making his mother look up at him in question, Aemond made his way over with wide steps to pause at your side, offering a large hand out to you. He could feel a smile appear on his face as your striking eyes made their way to his figure, instantly lighting up once you had realised it was him.

"I know how much you like to dance, my Lady" he said, gesturing to his hand.

Your eyes quickly flicked to the man next to you for a moment, before allowing your hand to glide into his in desperation. For a moment, you ignored the spark that came from the touch feeling his grip on you, at this moment being more relieved to be taken away from the man who was still staring at you both from the table.

You barely looked up at him when you started to sway with the music, hands still connected. It could have been that you were nervous, but the Prince still had a smile on his features staring down at you.

"Is this how all of our meetings begin? With you stepping in to rescue me from Tyland Lannister?" you ask, hushed, so that the man in question did not hear you. Every now and then he would turn his head, a jealous look on his features as he regarded you both.

Aemond huffed a laugh, "That is how these last few have begun, yes. But I could not just sit and watch you squirm in his presence"

You cock your head, eyes finally looking up to meet him to smile back, "Well, thank you anyway"

As you both slowly twirl around, Aemond briefly meets his mother's eyes, whose expression is difficult to read.

"What was he saying to make you so disgusted" Aemond asked. You shook your head in disbelief,

"A few things really, but the theme seemed to be marriage"

Aemond almost stood stock still in his position and you noticed how tense his body became, betraying how he wanted to hide his emotion. His hand seemed to grip yours a bit harder and the smile seemed to fall from your face for a moment, which made his heart drop even more. Aemond eyes seemed to roam to his side to land on the man in question, a stare burning in the back of the man's skull.

"Do not worry" you said suddenly, making him face you once more "I obviously said yes" you joke.

This joke did seem to cut the air a little and he let out a 'hmm' which you interpreted to be a chuckle.

After a moment of silence, Aemond spoke again, "I saw you this morning" he said. You passed him a questioning look, "You were outside, asleep I think. Do you not sleep, my Lady?"

The slight hint of concern in his voice seemed to catch you off guard and you smiled sadly back, "Not really, I never have much luck with sleep"

"Nightmares?" he asks quietly,

"No" you shake your head, and he believes it, "Just…alone with my thoughts, I can get lost in them sometimes. It is a struggle. As soon as you lay your head against the pillow for your rest from the day and that is the moment where your thoughts have their own time. I get no rest from it"

He seemed to contemplate what you said for a moment, eye averted, "So you seek fresh air? Out in the cold? It must be awfully lonely"

A beat.

"Sometimes…" you answer quietly, and he can no longer avoid the way you look when you speak, words with such sincerity. It drives a pain through his chest like no other, "…alone does not always mean lonely, my Prince"

"And yet, I am so often alone" he answers, digging in his head for his own memories of abandonment, "Would you judge me, if I said I was lonely?"

You furrow your brows, sincerity dripping from every syllable, "I would never blame a living creature for feeling lonely"

These words seemed to silence him again, and it is at this point you notice you are barely dancing anymore. His thumb ran over the skin of your hand.

"It is sometimes a lonely road ahead. To walk it alone is the bravest thing a person can do" you say.

The atmosphere between you was thick and weighty, but you chose to not avert your eyes from his and instead study his features. His own gaze ran down your neck to the sapphire laid against your chest, a smirk seemed to grace him once again. He could not shake the feeling that you were meant to be his. These few weeks he seemed to watch you as you went about your life, figuring out ways in which he might present himself, to slot himself into yours with ease. The way you walked about like a confident young woman and yet were plagued with your very thoughts once the sun had gone down.

You look up to him once again, the music picking up once again and remembering that you at least had to dance.

"We don't always have to be brave. Nor alone" you say quietly. His eye one seemed to flit from your differing-coloured eyes erratically, perhaps trying to see some deception behind them. And yet found nothing.

The hand that had been resting on your waist seemed to wrap around you slowly to the small of your back and a gasp had almost escaped you, feeling his large hand seeming to pull you in closer. His finger ran across the line that he imagined down your back, his eye fluttering closed at the thought, imagining his thumb running across your lips to catch them…

"Prince Aemond" a voice rang out behind the couple, the dancing stopping almost immediately. But the action that seemed to shock you the most was that when Aemond stood to attention to Ser Tyland, his hand was placed protectively on your shoulder. This gave you a smile that warmed your cheeks.

Aemond narrowed his eyes to the desperate man, "Ser Tyland"

Ser Tyland shuffled with need, hands clasped behind him and wanting nothing more than to steal you away from the Prince, "Allow me to dance with the Lady"

He seemed to almost bark out an order, simply wanting rid of the Prince's presence. Aemond glanced towards you and you offered a small nod to say it was okay, simply wanting to just give Tyland what he wanted so he may leave you alone.

Aemond did not simply sit idly by though, once he had sat himself down, he was turned to watch as you awkwardly took Ser Tyland's hand and his own rested slightly lower on your hip than you were comfortable. The Prince could clearly see how tense you were dancing with him as he seemed to almost drag you around in a dance of his own liking.

Aemond could feel his anger prickle up his shoulders to his neck as he watched every time he leaned in close to whisper something to you. Watching as you kept your eyes averted the entire time, a dissociated look on your face.

He could not hear what he was saying to you, but for the most part you simply seemed to ignore him.

"Brother" Aemond almost rolled his eye at the presence of his brother beside him, do doubt here to give him some grief,

"What do you want" he simply replied. Aegon had already been a few goblets deep, despite the early evening. Aemond could always tell when his brother was particularly stressed, drinking to excess faster than before. But of course, it always meant that the young King would crash earlier than others, retiring to his chambers before others.

Aegon draped an arm around his brother's shoulders drunkenly, "Why the fuck are you letting her dance with him"

Aemond attempted to shrug his brother's grip off him, "And why do you feel the need to stick your fucking nose into anyone's business?"

Aegon feigned offense, his half-lidded eyes meeting Aemond's, "Is that any way to speak to your King"

Aemond had to shake his head, not bothering to amuse his brother with a response.

"I thought I told you to act quickly. But here you are letting that slimy cunt dance with her?"

"I don't let her do anything. You forget, she is not mine to order about as you do to yours"

Aegon was almost taken aback, but he knew it was just because he was inebriated, "And when exactly, are you going to make her yours? Hm?"

Aemond bit his lip, infuriated with the conversation but also at the way that Ser Tyland's hand seemed to be wandering lower and lower which each passing twirl. Your face said it all. Disgust.

But the air seemed to become thick with tension when he had leaned in to whisper something and you squirmed to be release from his grasp as he pulled you towards him. With much resistance, you pushed against his chest with a huff and served a sharp slap across his face, muttering what could only be heard as a 'how dare you' to the man.

The slap seemed to stop the band and the music ceased immediately, all attention from the guests now on the formerly dancing couple and the altercation. Ser Tyland placed his hand at his cheek and threw a gaze at you that seemed to almost pierce straight through you.

"Foolish child!" he snapped, delivering a loud, firm and heavy slap to your own face. His hands were so big that it was a slap not only to your cheek, but almost straight on and feeling very much like a punch, his clumsy, brutish strength surprising you. You resisted the urge to stagger back, raising a hand to the now sore area to look back at Ser Tyland, "Your father is not here to protect you, watch your tongue, whore"

You had not realised that almost as soon as the slap was delivered, Aemond was stood, dagger unsheathed. Almost without thinking, the young Prince took Tyland's shirt in his grip, pushing him against the cold wall behind him, a dagger was immediately placed at his throat, which sent Tyland's eyes wide with fear.

"You dare lay a hand on the Lady. I should gut you where you stand" he said, poison dripping from every word, spat at the lord before him. Tyland, now feeling the pressure of the situation he had placed himself in, screwed his eyes closed, praying for mercy from the Prince.

Having Tyland easily in his grasp, Aemond looked over to you, heart stuttering at the look of the red mark already staring to appear on the left side of your face, almost fully encompassing it. You were staring over at them both, half lidded as if not fully understanding the weight of what happened. Once your eyes met Aemond, it was a look he could not seem to decipher. But if he had to interpret the look you gave him, it seemed to imply that you very much wanted nothing more than for Aemond to slice Tyland's throat open.

Most other women of your disposition would rush to his side, prevent the violence. But you stood stock still, watching, watching the violence and Aemond's protectiveness preside.

Luckily Alicent came to her son's side, her hand resting on his arm to pull him away, "Aemond, step away. Now"

Her voice was not loud, but it was stern, like a true mother's. And the sheer tone of it seemed to snap Aemond out of his anger for a moment, his lilac eye still staring at the man before him, not a shivering, trembling mess.

Instead of just letting him go, Aemond pushed him to the cold, stone floor. Twirling his dagger in his hand for a moment before putting it away, his softened gaze went to you once again, but you were simply staring at the man on the floor with an indescribable expression.

As you stared down at the man, little taps seemed to echo on the stone beneath you and you looked down further to find three of four drops of blood. It took you a moment to bring your fingers to your nose, to find you had been bleeding from it from the sheer force of Tyland's blow to your face. Aemond was at your side almost instantly with a black handkerchief he had produced, he squeezed your arm softly to get your attention, placing the cloth to your nose, already seeing how much blood was dripping down your face to your neck, staining your golden dress.

You nodded in thanks, accepting his help wordlessly. Alicent also approached you swiftly,

"Come, we'll take you to the maesters to get you cleaned up"

You were about to take a step but Aemond's grasp on your arm seemed to tighten, but did not hurt,

"I will tend to her" he responded. After a moment of contemplation, Alicent seemed to step back and give Aemond an earnest smile, nodding to allow your leave.

The short walk to Aemond's chambers was silent and once he pulled you inside, you allowed yourself to look up and scan the room.

It was all now lit with just candlelight, the servants having been in and lit them all once they changed the bedsheets. There was a large bookcase next to the fireplace, which was lit and crackling in an almost relaxing way, all the books looked well read and were organised neatly. And then there was a large window that stretched across the entire length of the room, the view of the gardens of the Red Keep stretched out beyond the glass as far as the eye could see. You were no longer surprised that he saw you that evening.

Then there was his bed, made to perfection with sheets that looked luxurious. So this is what it was like to live as the Prince, is what you thought.

After examining his room for a moment, he guided you to sit on the edge of his bed while he pulled up a chair of his own to sit himself in front of you, a bowl of hot water and a rag at his side. He hadn't said a word yet, which made the tension in the room even more palpable, sending your heart racing to an unmeasurable degree.

He wringed out the cloth with the warm water and shuffled up to you, tall enough even sat in his chair that he slightly towered you now.

"Let me take that" he said, pulling the black handkerchief away from your nose, where the bleeding had now luckily stopped. You felt slightly embarrassed at how your face might look with all the dried blood on your cheek and running down your neck to your chest, so you kept your eyes averted.

He placed the bloodied cloth into the bowl and looked back at you, "May I?" he asked. Meeting his eyes finally, you nodded, allowing his surprisingly soft touch against your face.

He started with the blood on your cheek, wiping away some of the dried blood before dunking the cloth back into the warm water to rinse.

"I could kill him" Aemond finally said, breaking the silence. You huffed a laugh through your nose, remembering the image of Aemond coming to your aid, a dagger at Tyland's throat only waiting for the go-ahead and he would have certainly done it.

"I know. In truth, he may deserve it" you answer. Aemond only responded with a 'hm', perhaps being slightly angry still. His touch with the cloth wiping the dried bits of blood from around your nose.

"What did he say to you?"

You went silent for a moment, thinking back to the hushed conversation. In truth, you didn't entirely wish to tell him, fearing that his view of you might differ. But eventually, the silence became too much, and you needed to tell someone and Aemond seemed more than happy to hear it from you.

"Well at first it was all just mindless chatter about marriage. How he has had no wife, fathered no children and that he had hopes for children with different coloured eyes like mine…" you droned on, relaying his words sounded even more stupid the more you thought of it.

Aemond paused to listen to you, urging you to go on.

"I said he was a hypocrite…and that he should not wish for children like me if they have him as a father…Gods, I may have stepped out of line-"

"No" Aemond suddenly said, a warm hand placed on your arm in comfort. The action itself felt just right and you could not explain the feeling you had inside when you met his gaze, "Go on"

You muster all your courage and continue, wiping some leftover wet blood from your nose, "He said that because my father had returned to Green Hill and left me here, he could have me whenever he saw fit and that it didn't matter as I was a whore anyway…and that he would break into my chambers if he must and have me bear his bastards...”

You meet Aemond's kind gaze once more, shrugging, "So I struck him"

A relived look seemed to wash over Aemond as he continued with his work at wiping the blood off your neck, he swallowed thickly at being so close to your skin like this, watching as all the contours of your body seemed to ripple with your movements.

"And then he struck you" Aemond finished. You take a deep breath, staring at his intent look at his work.

"Do you think of me different?" you ask warily, fearing his reply. But he did not move his gaze from wiping the blood from you.

"Of course not, my Lady" his voice was dark, low, as if his demeanour had all but changed.

His touch seemed to lower significantly to your chest, a line of blood disappearing beneath the bust of your gold dress. Aemond licked his lips in concentration, not only at the job in hand, but at the need to contain himself as he felt his member became tight in his breeches at seeing the delicate skin of your collarbone.

You placed your hand on his thigh to steady yourself as you leaned forward to allow him to gain better access to the area, in doing so he observed how he was able to see how your body disappeared into the golden dress through your cleavage. Your faces were impossibly close now and the sheer touch of his thigh made Aemond stiffen in desire.

He leaned in closer to get the remainder of blood, his lips extraordinarily close to your neck now and he could feel the hot aura of your skin radiating off. He felt you lean closer into him and it took everything in his power to not push you down onto his bed behind and pull up your skirts. He could feel his cock harden at even the thought.

All seemed to come undone when you grasped his hand that had been ghosting over your chest and guided it to your clothed breast, urging him to give you the pressure you needed. Your eyes fluttered closed at the contact and a gasp escaped your lips, nearly sending him over the edge with just that.

It was this permission he needed to land open mouthed kisses to your neck, increasing the pressure on the soft mound of flesh at your chest. Your other hand was still at his thigh, squeezing him there in need as his own kisses seemed to intensify, only travelling closer up your neck to your jaw. His other hand cupped your face and moved you so that you now faced him, with your half-lidded gaze finally meeting his, you lick your lips with anticipation.

He seemed to smile at you, his touch warm against you, "Stop doing that" he warned.

You could barely think of a quip before his open kiss descended onto your lips, starting with no gentleness, and taking your mouth with his in passion, desire and need. One thumb cradled your cheek, his fingers ran through your hair, pulling slightly at your scalp and you'd realised now that he had pushed you back down against the bed. But he did not cease in his attack on your mouth, and you found your hands reached up to his shoulders to keep him there.

You struggled to hold back a moan as he placed a knee between your legs, placing himself there and you felt the vibration of his own rumble through your body. His hand softly landed on your shoulder where you dress had slipped past your shoulder, his touch sending a shock of electricity through you that settled between your legs, where his own stiffness was pushing against you. This action itself made Aemond emit a lewd sound which in itself set your senses on fire.

You made a whimper as his lips left yours to look down at you, your noses barely touching as your bright eyes looked up to him.

You bought your hand to his face, your thumb tracking his scar and he closed his eyes, halting in his tracks.

"Do not stop…" you whisper.

He emits a small 'hm' in reply and looks at you once more. He had something different about him now. A door had opened and desire was on the other side. But Aemond being Aemond, something was in the way. Duty.

He raised his finger to your lips to trace the shape of them, now wet and swollen with your passionate kiss.

"If I continue, I will not be able to stop" he replied.

The hand you had placed on his face travelled to the front of his tunic, grabbing the fabric there in an effort to pull him closer. He could smell her perfume, her scent, it was all-consuming. And it was here he thought of all those nights he spent, fisting his cock in his hand for some semblance of what it was like to have you. To imagine what you would feel like surrounding him. And here you were before him almost in desperation.

His gaze flitted from your sapphire necklace to your face quickly as your lips almost touched once more. Even though both of you were completely clothed, this felt intimate, hot and close. Like a wedding night.

"Do you want to stop…" it was not a question and therefore not one he could answer with ease.

Fuck, he thought to himself. The Prince was enamoured.

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[christiansorrell]

Play-By-Blog #12: The Isle by Luke Gearing

Welcome to my ongoing play-by-blog of The Isle by Luke Gearing! We are playing this adventure with its original system, The Vanilla Game (adjusted somewhat to fit the format). You can check out the Play-By-Blog Repository to get all caught up if you wish.

How Play-By-Blog works:

I write up the situation, NPCs, and more, just like a DM.

You vote in the poll to help decide the character's course of action.

I roll the dice, resolve actions, and write them up next week.

So on and so forth for the rest of the adventure!

Notation:

[Text in brackets is out-of-character/GM text!] "Non-italicized quotes denote text from the original adventure!" "Italicized quotations denotes NPC dialogue."

Our character: Medon Girou - Magic Cutpurse

Our maps: The Isle, The Dungeon (so far)

[You can use the links above to find Medon's Character Sheet and map of the Isle and the so far uncovered portions below the surface. On the Dungeon map, you are currently in Floor 2, Room 20.]

Now, back to the adventure!

[Another landslide poll! Y'all are focused in your desire to help this horrific, lich-like royal (and I'm excited about it too).]

You look through the dark doorways across the room. You'll need every advantage you can get if you are going to get anything out of this place and leave to tell the tale. It never hurts to have an ally, even if just for now. Who knows if you'll even find his brother down here? You just need to get out of this room.

You agree. If you discover Dainéal during your time here, you will work to kill him.

Fionn's chorus of leeches squeal-speak pleasantly.

"Aw, excellent. I knew there was ambition in your heart. I am a good judge of these things, you see.

"Go then. Find him and end him. When you are done, return to me. I shall have a gift for you, knighthood of a sort. For now, I shall remain here and you are free to rest here." You know you'll need a light down here to do anything safely, especially with the walking dead patrolling the halls. You ask him for aid, just one thing: a way to light the path.

"Well, well" He laughs, squirming squeals from a hundred leeches. "So soon and already you are asking for aid. I will admit you do not look prepared fully for a place like this."

His skeletal hand reaches over into the chest cavity of a nearby bone warrior and pulls a small necklace from out of the center of the writhing mass of leeches. As his fingers unfold, soft beams of light pour out to partially illuminate. The necklace is a fine silver chain holding a small, glowing moonstone amulet. [Mechanically, this amulet grants low light near the wearer (typically, room-wide). You guess it is likely worth around 1,500 hacksilver.] "Take this, but know that in doing so, you are barred from returning to the surface until your quest is complete. That way," he gestures towards the chimney, "is barred to you know, until Dainéal is dead. All who have stolen from me have died. Do not test me."

You take up the necklace and drape it over your neck, now seeing more clearly the disgusting mass of leeches and bones surrounding Fionn. The undead warriors stare blankly in your direction.

It is late in the day, you think. It is hard to tell underground but the light from the fireplace is darkening. Best to rest here as well as you can before heading off.

You start a small fire, sparking the kindling of old papers you dug up from the far corners of the room with the rough blade of the old sword you found in that woman's grave, and cook the dead monk's fish. The entire time, Fionn sits still, sometimes humming a tune you don't recognize. Occasionally, a shutter runs through all of the skeletons, like a shiver down your spine.

You sleep very little, but still, the rest does you well.

In the morning (you think), you gather your belongings and head off into the dark, nodding at Fionn as you go.

To the east, you hear shuffling.

To the south, you hear a strange grinding.

[An unlikely alliance and a light in the darkness. From here, the dungeoncrawl properly begins! Tread carefully, my friends - Christian]

PBB #13 is live now!

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[edogawa-division]

It was evening when Kaoru was informed by Yuriko that a package had arrived for her. Groaning, the birthday girl ceased her interactions on her computer and headed out to the living room, where her sister, Kanra, had already brought it into the house. All women were a bit surprised by how large the box, in question, was.

"Did you order something again, Kaoru?" Kanra asked.

"If you did, I sincerely hope it wasn't more coffee," Yuriko stated, looking at her eldest daughter with a slight frown. "If it is, I am not making room in the kitchen for it."

"I didn't order anything." Kaoru stated, frowning at the accusation thrown her way.

"Is it a birthday gift then?" Kanra asked.

"Must be." Kaoru answered as she grabbed a pair of scissors from a nearby shelf and started tearing the tape off the top of the box. With her sister's help, she opened the box and looked inside, along with the rest of her family. To say that everyone was shocked at what was inside.

Lying on its stomach, currently turned off was, what seemed to be, a mechanical wolf. It made no movements, even as all six eyes were currently locked on it.

"...What is that?" Yuriko asked, still looking at it.

"It... it looks like a... wolf drone." Kaoru answered.

"A... wolf drone..." Yuriko repeated.

"Yeah."

"...Kaoru, are you sure you didn't order something off the Internet by mistake?" Kanra asked, skeptical

"I didn't order anything! I'm pretty sure I would have known if I'd order a robot wolf."

"I don't know about that," Kanra said, looking at her sister. "You do a lot of strange things when you go days without sleep."

"Listen you..."

"Enough." Yuriko said, not in the mood for a fight. "The main thing is... what do we do with this... thing?"

Kaoru, looking at the still powered-down wolf, looked around for something to turn it on. Did she need instructions or something? Was there an app for it? After a minute of searching, she discovered a large red button on the creature's back. Curiosity getting the better of her, she pressed it. All of a sudden, the creature's eyes suddenly popped open, alerting the three females, who instinctively took a step back.

The creature, now turned on, stood up off its stomach and onto its four legs, giving the women a full gander at it.

The creature looked around, moving its head mechanically. It soon locked eyes with the three women before staring at them for a moment. It then moved out of the box and towards the women. Sensing danger, the matriarch of the household moved in front of her daughters and pulled a knife from her back pocket, prepared to dismantle this... abomination.

But suddenly, the machine stopped in front of the women and sat down on its posterior, its robot tail wagging back and forth. A smile appeared on its "face", before a mechanical "bark" was heard from it. The women continued staring at it, still cautious, though slightly more at ease, since it didn't seem dangerous.

While they were dealing with the robot, an email appeared on Kaoru's computer in her room, which was titled 'Untitled'. It was still unopened, but it read:

'Did you receive my gift? I won him in a video game tournament a week ago. I would have kept it, but I value my privacy, so I figured you'd like him. He's called 'IBO-K9', but you can call him what you want. Enjoy. ...And happy birthday, I guess.

P.S. Don't forget we have a team battle on DOTA 2 this weekend. Try not to miss this one. I'd rather not see your rankings go down again.'

“Oh, who's a good boy? You are! Yes, you are!” Kaoru praised, petting the mechanical dog's head. “Hm? What to name you? Oh, I know! How about Sirius? You like that dont you, boy?”

The now newly named Sirius barked happy to be receiving affection from his mistress. Kanra seeing that he wasn't a danger walked over and began to gently pet him as well. 

“You two…” Yuriko sighed pinching the bridge of her nose as she watched her daughters pet the mechanical beast. “Okay fine we have a dog now but If you didn't get him Kaoru who did?”

“Uhhhh… not sure but look he’s so cute!” Kaoru cooed turning back to pet Sirius. 

“Haku! Look!” Kanra exclaimed to her pet cat. Haku having come from upstairs to see what was all the noise cautiously approached Sirius and gave a few hesitant sniffs before rubbing and purring against his legs.   

“Well then I guess welcome to the family Sirius.” Yuriko reached over to scratch his head. “You’ll fit right in.”

Thank you for the gift!

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #shinozaki kaoru #kuromiya yuriko #akemi kanra #nikki yoshie #palenightmarefestival #happy birthday kaoru 2023

[cozy-comfy-cuteness]

So... I fucked up

I went to the doctors and he said i likely had lupus. i got blood work done and he was sure about it. i asked to be referred out to a rheumologist, for a second opinion before doctor #1 didn't think I needed medication.

she... didnt think i had lupus. she ran her own tests and came back and said it wasnt lupus. that it would probably never be lupus. to stop worrying about it, when people have lupus, they will know.

it doesnt matter that damn near every afab and some amab people on my mom's side has lupus. she said i had a positive ana because of the autoimmune diseaes that run in the family and losing weight would help the inflammation and cardiac risk (which was very very high).

so... i started tracking again. it lasted a week and a half. it only took that long before i was panicking about what to eat, crying in the car while eating lunch. it made me feel fucking terrible. i let the fatphobia in the medical field almost cause me to relapse. hell, it might even be considered a relapse. i dunno. but i know better.

and when i was looking up the causes of inflammation in the body, weight can have some relation to it, but you know else does? depression, anxiety, trauma, ptsd, and other shit like that. things that i have had since i was 8 years old. and tracking my calories is going to cause me way more stress and mental health issues than it would help with whatever i wanted to change.

so i will focus on health promoting habits, which i already knew is better. eating more fruit and veggies, is good. getting more movement, is good. getting more and better sleep, is good. managing my stress, is good. tracking my calories and freaking out and rocking back and forth because i ate something i "shouldnt have" is NOT going to help my wellbeing. at all.

I am happy i have a good therapist and an amazing husband that i can talk about all this stuff with. i was sending him the food log at the end of the day to prevent myself from restricting. i just wanted to track where i was at and what changed i could make. 2 days ago i told him that i had cake and i felt horrible. we got cake because at work we won an award and they got cake for everyone. my husband asked if it was that the cake didnt make me feel good, or if eddy was trying to fuck shit up lol. i told him i didnt know but i didnt think tracking was helping. he was understanding but also was worried it was my ed trying to be lke "oh dont track, just dont eat." next day i told him now i was feeling during lunch and he agreed it isnt best for me and i needed all the snuggles and cuddles and wanted to make me feel better.

he is amazing. he doesnt know anything about tracking and it was me who wanted to share it with him to make sure that i wasnt relapsing. it honeslty helped. part of the ed is hiding and lying about shit, so when my ed wants me to hide stuff, i tend to tell my husband because i know its the first step to a relapse.

i am not back at square one, but i am working on getting back to feeling more like myself.

fuck medical fatphobia.

#fatphobia #medical fatphobia #health at every size #intuitive eating #fat acceptance #body positive #spoonie

[goldenempyrean]

Could you do on where Reader has been on a mission for like a month or something and then comes back and Wanda is sick but tries to hide it unsuccessfully because she wants to go on a date or something with Reader because they’ve been gone so long. So Reader makes her stay home and just rest but Wanda is being stubborn

A Less Then Kind Illness

Hey! Tysm for the request, I hope you enjoy :) lemme know your thoughts. I’ve finally finished my request inbox so please feel free to send some more in. I enjoyed writing this alot and I may or may not have stayed up till 3am just to get this finished ;)

Any spelling/grammar errors are purely mine. I am far too tired to double check this

Quick thank you to @lyak12 for helping me with some of the ideas!

Summary: A nasty cold has made its way through the compound while you were out on a mission. You come home to a very quiet compound and a very sniffly girlfriend.

Wordcount:2,291

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You stepped off the quinjet and took a deep breath of the cool New York air. Finally, you were home. You had been sent on a 2-week long solo mission in the chilly Russian mountains, searching for a rumoured Hydra base. Well, it turns out that the base was there and it posed a legitimate threat due to the fact it was heavily armed, you had to spend an extra 3 days just to make sure it was fully safe. And after all that time you were looking forward to seeing your girlfriend again once you got back home.

You did find it slightly strange that Wanda hadn't greeted you at the landing pad, usually she was there readily waiting for when you arrived. You had even shot her a text 10 minutes prior to landing to tell her that you were close. Maybe she was just busy. You didn’t let you mind wander too far as you made your way into the compound.

It was eerily quiet as you wandered through the surprisingly empty compound hallways.. You did smile to yourself though as you heard distant laughter coming from the main common room. You stepped inside and laughed to yourself as you saw Clint and Thor playing MarioKart on the big TV, hurling childish insults at each other.

“Hey guys.” You leant against the doorframe and smirked to yourself.

“Y/N! Welcome back.” Thor jumped up to greet you, “How’d the mission go?”

“It was okay, nevermind that. Why’s it so quiet in here? Where are the girls?” You inquired as you grabbed a small bottle of Sprite from the public mini-fridge, leaving your bags next to the small countertop.

“I think Wanda is down with whatever bug has managed to sweep its way through here. She looked tired earlier.” Clint called from his position on the sofa.

“Wanda did infact look unwell when I saw her earlier. I advised her to go back to her room and sleep.” Thor added as he unpaused the ongoing game, earning himself a dig from Clint.

“Wait, Wanda’s sick?” You asked for clarity as you began to pace back and forth. Wanda had only been sick twice in the 4 years that you had known her, you couldn’t help but start to grow concerned and that worry only increased when you heard Clint say;

“I think so. I wouldn’t be surprised if she is. This cold is seriously horrible, even Nat’s gone down with it, she actually went willingly to her room to sleep it off.”

“Nats down? Like as in shes actually in bed resting?” You couldn’t hide the hint of shock in your tone as you spoke. Nat never got sick, nevermind actually going to her room to rest. You couldn’t help but worry about what condition you would find Wanda in when Clint’s voice cut your thoughts off.

“Yeah ‘Tasha’s been down for about 2 days now, this bugs hit her hard. Plus Stark wont come 10 meters within the compound while there are still ‘germs’ here, and then Banners off on some geeky conference in London,” Clint finished his sentence with a chuckle but stopped as he saw your worried expression, “Hey don’t worry, Im sure Wanda’s okay..”

“I know. Im gonna go and check on her though, we were meant to be going out for dinner when I got back but she’s definitely not going to want to cancel, even if shes sick.” You said as you swiped the box of tissues sitting on the main table, “Just incase.” You noted out loud.

“Give us a call if you need anything.” Clint said as you turned to leave.

“Thanks. I’ll see you guys later.” You said, making your way to the door.

Thor waved you out as he went back to his ongoing game, “Cya Y/N. Now go and tend to your girlfriend.”

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It hadn’t taken you long to reach the door of your girlfriends room, you had taken a slight detour to slip a ‘get well soon’ note under the door to Natasha’s room first. You gave a gentle knock on her door and waited… No answer. You knocked again, this time a little louder… Nothing. You sighed and reached around in your pocket for your keys, you didn’t like letting yourself in without permission but this was an acception. You unlocked her door, taking care not to make too much noise as you entered her room, the door silently swinging open.

The first thing you noticed was how dark it was. Wanda always opened up her curtains bright and early, she had always loved the natural lighting which would flood the room through the wide windows. Yet the inside of her room was dark and eerily still. The only sound was the gentle snores coming from beneath the mound of blankets on her bed.

A grumbled moan of confusion came from the sheets as you saw Wanda slowly shift from her position as she gradually woke up. You cursed at yourself for waking her but Wanda was known for being a light-sleeper. As she poked her head from the sheets you noticed her rather sickly appearance. God she looked exhausted, even in the dim light you could see the dark bags beneath her eyes, you also noted her flushed red cheeks and pinkish nose.

“Y/N?” She murmured, her hoarse voice still full of sleep as she slumped against the headboard of the bed.

“Hey darling.” You sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed her leg, “A certain somebody told me you weren’t feeling too hot.”

Wanda sniffled as you spoke, rubbing the sleeve of a hoodie, which happened to be one of yours, against her nose. “Here.” You placed the stolen box of tissues beside her, “I thought you might’ve needed them.“

“Thanks,” She took one and blew her stuffy nose, trying to get some form of relief, “Did the mission go okay?” She asked as you stood up to open a window, letting some much needed fresh air into the clammy room, taking care to leave the curtains shut.

“It went fine baby. How long have you been sick for?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“I woke up yesterday and I didn’t feel great. I think I caught it off Nat since I was looking after her a few days ago.” Wanda admitted with a sigh before breaking off to cough chestily against her wrist.

“Aww, you really don’t sound too good ‘Wands. Have you taken anything yet?” You asked before hovering your hand above her forehead, waiting for approval.

She gave you a slight nod in allowance and you gently rested your hand on her head. You could feel her sink against it as the coolness hit her feverish skin, “Your really warm baby. Your definitely running a fever.” You clicked your tongue as you finished your sentence and you went into her bathroom to search for a thermometer.

“What have you taken for this?” You called from the bathroom, still searching for the device. You could’ve sworn that there was one in there last time.

“Nothing yet-“ She was interrupted by another set of deep coughing, your heart aching throughout every second of her fit.

“Wanda, you okay? Wheres your thermometer sweetie?” You called out to her as you began to search the final cupboard.

“‘Tasha’s room,” a small voice called back, “She has a fever too.”

You really didn’t want to disturb Natasha just to get a simple thermometer, especially if she was feeling as unwell as Wanda. With a sigh you admitted defeat. Y/N: 0, thermometer:1.

You weren’t concentrating and almost walked straight into Wanda as you came out of her bathroom empty handed, you were even more surprised that you hadn’t heard her get up from the bed.

“Wanda, what are you doing? Your meant to be lying down.” You asked, visibly concerned and slightly startled.

“We had plans.” She said, her hoarse voice shaking as she spoke, “We were meant to go out when you got back.” She turned away from you to cough into her elbow, the sound of it made you cringe. She sounded so horribly congested and you couldn’t help but sympathise for her.

“Oh baby.” You muttered as Wanda swayed on her feet, “That can wait, we need to get you feeling better first.”

“But I- Hhh’htschiew! H’etschoo! Hh..h’itschiew!” Wanda seemed to have lost her balanced as she stumbled back into your open arms, you could feel the heat radiating from her body. Had she gotten even hotter? You carefully supported her by the waist as your mind raced, unsure of what to do next.

You were about to insist that she get back into bed when you noticed the uncomfortable dampness which had soaked through to the sheets. The poor thing was literally laying in her own sweat, this fever really wasn’t going easy on her.

“Dizzy…” she mumbled as she swayed in your arms, the room spinning around her as she sniffled to herself.

“Just sit here for me sweetie. I need to change your bed.” You instructed her to sit in the small cosy armchair opposite the bed. You also pulled a fresh pair of pyjamas from her drawers and handed them to her, “Can you change by yourself?” You asked sincerely with no judgement.

She gave you a little nod and you turned your back to give her some privacy and to collect some new sheets from beneath her bed. You waited for her to confirm that she had finished changing before pivoting around on your heels. You picked up her dirty clothes and threw them in the hamper at the other side of the room.

“Heh’tischoo! Hh’tishoo!”

“Bless you Wands. Im sorry your so sick.” You sighed as you sat on the arm of the chair, rubbing her back through the thin fabric of her clothes.

Wanda let out a moan of discomfort as she scrunched her eyes together, “My head hurts..” She admitted quietly and you kissed her temple.

“That’s why you need to lie back down. You’ll feel better if you do.” You tried to convince her to go back to bed but she was having none if it. You had finally finished putting the final clean pillowcase on the bed when Wanda made her next point.

“I’ll be fine Y/N. Please just let me take you out, I haven’t seen you in weeks.” She argued. She did have a point though, you hadn’t seen each other in weeks and going out did sound amazing but there was absolutely no way that you were going to let Wanda out the compound in her current condition.

“Please Wanda, sweetie your not thinking clearly. Can you please just get back into bed for me?” Sadly your coaxing didn’t seem to work as Wanda stood back up from the armchair and shakily made her way towards the door.

This was it. You had had enough of her behaviour by this point. Even though you knew that it was her fever clouding her judgement and she wasn’t purposely being difficult. But you had ran out of options, if being gentle wasn’t going to work then you’d just have to do it your way, “Wanda Maximoff, God help you if you take another step towards that door.”

Now she knew that you meant it. There wasn’t a lot of times when you used your stern voice but when you did she knew that you meant what you were saying. You loved Wanda, you really did but it was infuriating when she refused to look after herself. You took a moment to breathe and collect yourself before standing up and making your way over to her. Offering your hand out to her which she accepted after a moment of hesitation, only to break off from your hold a few seconds later as she pushed you away lightly as she sneezed down into her hand, her body bending at the waist from the force of her unusually strong sneeze,

“Huh’tschIEW! W-woah.”

You felt the weight of Wanda’s body slump against you, as her knees seemed to buckle from exhaustion.

“Bless you,” you whispered into her ear as you supported her back to the bed, “Now this was exactly what I didn’t want to happen.” You sighed as she finally sat back down on the side of the bed.

“I don’t feel good.” Wanda’s tired voice murmured as she rested her head against you, sniffling thickly before stifling a cough against her wrist.

“I know baby, I know. Can you just lie back down for me sweetheart?” You asked and with some more gentle encouragement she finally gave in and followed your directions, climbing back into the fresh sheets.

“Im sorry. Im such a mess right now.” She apologised as you pulled the covers over her shivering body.

“Don’t apologise sweetheart. Your really burning up, I’ve never seen you with a fever like this before.”

Wanda sniffled wetly against her wrist before reaching out the grab a handful of tissues, she seemed to have great timing as her nose promptly began to tickle and she sneezed down into them.

“Hh’tsxchiew! Het’tishoo! Htshoo!”

“Bless you sweetie.” You said as you searched the bottom drawer of her dresser which was reserved for your clothes, you pulled out a thin set of pyjamas and quickly changed into them before climbing in bed next to your sniffly girlfriend.

“Y/N?” Wanda yawned as she curled up against you.

You began to run your fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp lightly “Shh, just try and go to sleep sweetheart.”

“Im glad your home Y/N, I missed you.” She mumbled as you kissed her head softly.

“Me too.”

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[princessmariaphiliper]

‘Wintering’ Part 2

Wintering (especially of a bird) Spend the winter in a particular place.

Where Arthur and Merlin meet, again, and again, and again. Until eventually- they fall for one another.

Previous Part

https://www.tumblr.com/princessmariaphiliper/737329154378350592/wintering-part-1

Friday December 8th

Arthur needed coffee.

More than he’d ever needed coffee in his life.

The past twenty-four hours had been grueling. Calls to and from clients; ambiguous emails from his father and a general lack of sleep the past week had nearly taken him out. The final straw however, had been him running out of milk just as he’d gone to make himself a hot beverage on his afternoon break.

He didn’t usually work Fridays. But in the lead up to Christmas he had deadlines that needed clearing and a looming sense of urgency about him.

He’d called his lunch around two, ready for a breath of fresh air. With no passion to run any further than the coffee house down the road from his apartment. Ready for caffeine and some sense of dignity back.

He got up from his messy desk.

Throwing on his brown leather jacket and red scarf leaving his place. Locking the door hastily behind him.

The air was bitter but full of character. Waking Arthur up from his work filled haze.

Snow continued to fall, gentle against the street. But the most noticeable characteristic of the afternoon was the thick fog that surrounded the world. Making everything in Arthur’s immediate surroundings look washed in a faint tinge of blue.

He walked along the cobbled path. Dipping frozen hands into jacket pockets.

The autumn had been long for Arthur. Filled with work duties and people pleasing. Such expectations flooding over into the winter months.

He needed some time off, or someone to help carry the burden with him. His loneliness had clung to him like a bad smell on wool. But Christmas was just around the bend. And he was determined to be joyful. He thought to himself as he made his way through the early afternoon.

He knew the more he kept busy the better he would feel for his accomplishments come spring.

The fog cleared. And there he saw him.

Merlin, bless him, stood on the roadside. Pair of gardening shears in hand and a Wicca basket beside his feet. Filled with trimmings of holly and ivy from the gorgeous bush at his fingertips.

Reaching up just high enough that the low of his back was exposed to Arthur where he stood.

Merlin’s skin a foreign masterpiece in the December snow. Arthur peeled his eyes away, unsure of why he felt so enthralled by the sight of it.

Arthur was still trying to figure out the other man. Upon their first encounter Arthur had felt some genuine distatste towards Merlin. However the more often Arthur saw him the more he craved some kind of back and forth. He was still working out if that passion came from genuine anger or wanting to befriend the other.

“Merlin, what are you doing?” He called out, suprising himself, why couldn’t he let it be?

Merlin looked across over his shoulder. Knowing the voice instantly, he rolled his eyes.

“What does it look like Arthur?”

“Being a creep.” Arthur stopped a couple of feet away from his basket.

“Who am I creeping on Robins?” He didn’t turn around.

“If you say so Merlin.”

“I’m collecting holly for my mantelpiece.”

As endearing as that sounded, Arthur couldn’t let the need to know more about that boy die in the fog.

“Why don’t you just put tinsel around it like the rest of us?” Arthur teased.

“Because its tacky, and bad for the environment. And I prefer to collect it myself. Have done for years.”

“And do the property owners know that you’re stealing their shrubbery?”

“Yes Arthur.” Merlin deadpanned. Finally lowering his arms from taking cuttings off the holly bush. “I make them a wreath in exchange for the extras every year. Now do you have anything of value to say or have you just sought me out to ruin my day off?”

Merlin’s gaze was spellbinding.

They started at one another for the longest they’d ever done before.

In the mid afternoon Arthur noted Merlins cheeks flushed pink from the cold. It looked as though the boy had been out for a good hour before Arthur had stumbled across him. Consolations of snowflakes lay freckled on his hair and clothing.

His eyes shone in the slowly dying light of day.

Stunning Arthur for a handful of seconds, taken aback by the look of the other.

Finally Merlin raised an irritated brow at Arthur. Giving him the social que that it was his turn to speak.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Arthur began to walk away. Although he did find it somewhat difficult given the two pools of wonder staring back at him.

“Idiot.”

“Bye darling!”

Raising an arm at him in a lazy goodbye. He went on his way. Sarcasm dripping from his lips.

Merlin had vanished on his way back. The floor decorated with swept up bits of holly the only evidence he’d ever been there.

Coffee in palm, Arthur continued home, feeling much better than before.

He hoped Merlin was warm.

Sunday December 10th

Some days later Arthur passes the house. Proudly, the door had been christened with Merlin’s wreath.

He noted the intricacy of the decoration. The ring glistened - frosted in the snow. Peppered with red berries and what looked to be dried orange slices. A large maroon ribbon hung prominently in the center.

Arthur was marveled by its delicacy.

Shaking his head, the corner of his mouth threatened to curve into a smile.

Monday December 11th

The day that things felt different took them both by surprise.

Merlin had been absent minded all day. He blamed his unrelaxing weekend of christmas shopping and general dashing across town. Traffic had been the worst ever, so Merlin had opted to walk. Pushing through crowds of festive market goers, bags upon bags in hand.

He vowed to do his Christmas shopping by June next year.

So, he wasn’t all that surprised when he got back to his apartment and realized he'd forgotten his charger at church. Groaning, he pulled his coat and scarf back on. Cursing at himself as he went.

Mondays were soup kitchen days, after the choir cleared out David and a cohort of volunteers fed the less fortunate offering up a safe warm space away from unwavering cold.

That's who he had expected to see there. David and the other familiar faces. Huffing as he entered.

But, there was one Merlin singled out as far too familiar for his liking.

Arthur was stood, back to the alter. Giving out cups of (what Merlin assumed was) tea, coffee, hot chocolate. Chatting kindly with the people, a warm smile reaching bright blue eyes across his face. It was a foreign look to the other boy. But Merlin wasn’t too proud to admit it suited him well. Arthur passed the man a cup, placing a gentle hand on the others, as he spoke out a heartfelt ‘let me know if you need anything at all’ paired with a ‘Thank you.’ directed at Arthur. The man left and Arthur went back to his cups in silence.

Merlin was walking over before he’d even realised it.

“Hey,” He said, reaching the table ahead of the alter.

“Hi,” Arthur replied.

“Whatare you doing here?”

“What?”

“Why are you here?”

“What does it look like - I’m here to help out.” Arthur cocked a brow at Merlin, unchanged.

“I can see that i’m just confused, no ones ever mentioned you volunteered here“

“I started a couple of weeks back, when we first came to visit.”

Merlin paused. Taking in the information, there was a lot to process here. As the other stood casually across the table from him. He looked different, soft or gentle Merlin didnt know. Perhaps Arthur had a secret twin he and Morgana had not mentioned. This couldn’t possibly be the Arthur he’d met a few weeks prior. There were a number of factors throwing him off.

His usual suit jacket forgone on this occasion. White sleeves rolled up to not get in the way of his making. Merlin near enough caught himself staring at the exposed skin there. Even more so as Arthur adjusted his stance. Leaning onto the alter behind him and folding his arms across his chest. Presenting the slight protrusion of veins there.

Merlin was so gay.

And so, so tired.

“Thats very nobel of you.” he found himself saying, honesty spilling out of him. He didn’t have the energy to save face today.

“I am very nobel” Arthurs face softened as Merlin spoke at him, he uncrossed his arms. Placing his palms on the alter. A genuine smile warming onto his skin, offering some kind of truce.

“Vanity is a sin Arthur”

“So is blasphemy that's never stopped you before.” In a sudden motion Arthur slapped his hands together, pulling himself off. Startling Merlin for a hot second before doing so again via another killer smile. “Give me a hand with this would you?”

Before he could protest Arthur had already thrusted a tray of mugs and tea bags into Merlins idle hands. Setting him to work.

Merlin went along with it. Unable to break from the trance this new Arthur had put him in.

“We’re a little low on crockery right now,” Arthur stated some while later as he pulled up a mug of coffee to his lips. Branded with the word ‘Mum’ in bold lettering, dainty flowers painted on to frame around it. They’d spent the hour, with Arthur making tea and Merlin handing them around for him. Finally everyone was warm and happy. Arthur looked a little more relaxed and Merlin had time to take him in.

Wondering why he chose that mug for himself, Merlin idly teased Arthur about it.

“I don’t like to give out ones with family on them,” He spoke now so only Merlin could hear “Just incase it reminds people of things they don’t want to sit with. I’m trying to make a haven”

“Oh.” Was all Merlin could muster.

He felt foolish. Had Arthur always been this considerate, perhaps he had been too quick to judge the blonde man standing before him. He stared up at him, in the candled glow of the evening. Walls of the medieval church holding the stained glass patchwork behind Arthur's broad frame.

He looked almost regal as he turned to speak with another volunteer.

Merlin observed as Arthur listened to what the stranger had to say, giving them his undivided attention. Merlin missed what they said - too enthralled with how Arthurs lashes flittered as he nodded along, high brow furrowing in concentration.

He watches as Arthur thought for a moment. Considering his words before he spoke them. Thinking for long enough to chase the words already on his tongue, should they be wrong or insensitive to whatever situation had arised.

Had he always held the room like this?

Merlin thought it unlikely. But the more he watched the more he believed that could be true. As though Arthur was born to be compassionate, kind, diligent. The way he carried himself was biblical. It made Merlin feel funny.

The feeling of a thousand destinies proliferated further when the stranger floated off and Aurthur's eyes were back on Merlin. They caught one another. Pupils dilating and shoulders relaxing into the gaze. Neither one of them spoke. And although the room buzzed with the chatter of a crowd the air around them stayed pure.

Angelic.

Melin saw a glimmer of something behind Arthur's eyes. Knowing the familiarity, but not allowing himself to explore it. As quickly as the moment began, it had already come to pass.

Arthur cleared out his throat to give Merlin his (newly discovered) undivided attention.

“Would you like one? I’ve been told I make a pretty good brew”

“Even for a prat?” Merlin did not stutter.

“Even for a prat.”

“I’m very particular”

“Try me”

“Okay, do you have earl grey?”

“Whos the tory now? Lets remember where you are for a second Merlin”

“You’re insufferable. Is it Yorkshire tea?”

“Of course I’m not a heathen.”

“Sure?”

“Shut up, sugar?”

“Absolutely not, bag in please, splash of milk.”

“When you say a splash-”

“I’m about to make it myself.”

“Okay okay!” Arthur lifted his hands in defence, teaspoon tucked snugly between his pointer finger and thumb. It was a mundane gesture, but Merlin found himself captivated by it for a split second. A dumb smile crossed his face.

“What?” Arthur quizzed when he caught Merlins smile.

It was apparently contagious as a lopsided grin crept up onto Arthurs.

“Nothing”

“Okay,”

“Why’re you here anyway?” Arthur asked, setting about making Merlin his cuppa. Merlin silently begged for it to come faster, cold creeping into his soul.

“I forgot my charger at practice.”

“Oh my god!” Arthur near enough shouted. Drawing attention from the groups of people surrounding them, he gave a faint sorry before he whispered close to Merlin “You came here to pick up a charger and I’ve dragged you into working the soup kitchen with me, why didn’t you say so!”

Merlin felt his breath tickle his neck slightly.

“Its okay. I wouldn’t have stayed if I wasn’t free. This is far more soul filling than the amount of crap telly I was going to consume tonight”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay. Heres your tea Dr. Emerson”

Arthur passed over Merlins mug and they took a pew. Side by side. The steam danced through the air with a unvarying familiarity. Merlin took it in his hands - palms pressed to the sides to warm up his numbing fingers. He blew on the beverage with a determined look on his face.

His given mug was medium in size, painted with watercolour deer and woodland stretched around the base. It felt safe in his hands - a good size and now a good temperature, he took a sip.

Arthur watched intently the whole time waiting for a verdict.

“Thats awful.”

“Really?”

“Yes, you dont make them like that for the people here do you?”

“Yes. is it really that bad?” Worry flashed on Arthurs face. Making Merlin grin again (what the fuck?)

“No i’m just messing with you.”

“Merlin! Don’t do that I hearly had a heart attack” A laugh roared through Arthurs chest, making Merlin feel giddy.

“I can see the news headlines now. Tory grinch dies at soup kitchen; as heart grows two sizes bigger over night, causing heart attack”

“Shut up you idiot” Arthur nudges Merlin's rib with his elbow gently, bringing his own cup to his lips again. They sat in a comfortable silence for a while. Watching and listening to the people chatter away.

Arthur checks his watch and Merlin sneaks a glance. Nine forty seven and it was abysmal outside, Merlin thought to himself before looking over at the windows ahead of them. One stained and the remaining clear. He could see the snow floating down outside, chunks much bigger than when he first came in that evening.

He looked closely at the stained glass. He’d spent years sat a few pews down in quiet contemplation. Thinking of all the bodies who had gathered here. In both life and death. All the ceremonies held. Prayers made. And although Merlin wasn’t a religious person he always felt a sense of belonging within these stone walls. He closed his eyes for a second - breathing in the moment.

“You know,” Arthur started. “I think this is the longest we’ve gone without having to walk away from one another.”

Merlin chuckled gently “Don’t get used to it Pendragon”

“No intention to.”

The two sat arms brushing against one another as they continued to sip their drinks. Content with one another’s presence. There was a slight sense of familiarity. Merlin (secretly) wanted to get used to it.

Thursday December 14th

Three days passed. Of work and holiday shopping and visiting his mother and wrapping presents and thinking about Arthur.

Not that Merlin would admit to the last burden on his christmas list.

He’d caught himself doing so rather frequently. Over coffee in the morning, washing his hair, helping Hunith with the groceries, and doing his laundry.

It wasn’t thoughts of major importance. Just ones that matched his activities - What would Arthur's coffee order be? What shampoo he might use. His favorite midweek meal and what Arthurs laundry detergent might smell like.

You know. Normal stuff.

Normal stuff that you think about someone you met a couple of weeks back that you have no romantic attachments, thoughts or feelings to whatsoever.

The more that time had passed the more anxious he grew to see the boy again. Not for any reason in particular mind.

It was just the excitement of some kind of back and forth Merlin told himself. Nothing more to it. And definitely nothing to do with the new knightly demenor he had discovered of him in the frosty Monday evening.

He was clouded with anticipation.

That was his reasoning for acting so foolishly upon seeing the man who’d captivated his thoughts for days pull up in his BMW. Himself and Gwen sat side by side on the bench outside the church.

Merlin’s body straightened at the sight of him. Watching the man gathering his things while absentmindedly humming along to whatever Gwenevire was saying.

He fussed with himself as Arthur got out of his car.

Even taking off his woolen hat (That Gwen knew Merlin had just been gifted by his mother some days ago) fluffing his hair to neaten it. Crossing one leg other the other in a casual manner.

Why was he suddenly nervous?

Tossing his keys in his left hand Arthur eventually noticed the two, shutting his car door and locking it. He took a few paces from the carpark before eventually regarding them, giving Merlin a warm, genuine smile. One that reached lavender bue eyes tenderly. An unspoken truce for kindness between them. He wondered if Arthur had thought of him too.

Merlin returned it. Oggling at the man as he made his way into the building. Hoping all the while Gwen hadn’t noticed.

“What the fuck was that?”

Merlins brain flatlined.

Shit.

He also wanted to sleep for an eternity, maybe he would ask that of santa next time he saw the big man.

“Nothing,” Merlin said with a nonchalauntless that even he didn’t believe.

“That wasn’t nothing “

“It was nothing.”

“Did you sleep with him?” Gwen came out with suddenly, whole body twisting to Merlin.

“Gwen what the fuck no!”

“Don’t lie to me”

“I’m not!”

“You two hate each other why are you suddenly best buddies?”

Merlin sighed, unsure of where to start. Maybe it would do him good to talk about it.

“He made me a cup of tea” was all he could muster up.

“What kind of a euphemism is that?”

“Shut up it was at church”

“You two had sex at church??!”

“Gwen give up.” He hissed out, afraid of Arthur overhearing.

“I’m being serious!”

He began. “I had to go back Monday to grab my charger and Arthur was at the soup kitchen. He said that he was just helping out but it looked more like he was running the place.” Wanting to get it off his chest. He explained the story to her further, leaving out the bits that had Merlin's stomach doing laps and his brain going daft.

“Wow.”

“I know, then somehow I ended up helping out”

“Because you want to fuck him”

“No Gwen”

“I knew there was some sexual tension brewing. No one fights like you two without having sex afterwards” Gwen paused, while Merlin took a moment to groan. He could feel the tips of his ears turning pink. Glad he had taken his hat off so he could blame the cold. “I didn’t see him as a charitable man.”

“Me neither, he’s like Prince Charming but even more insufferable”

“I knew you liked him.”

“What?”

“Merlin dont be dense. You so clearly like him.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I’ve never seen you fuss over yourself so much at the mere sight of someone.”

“I wasn’t fussing.”

“Yes you were.”

“Okay I was.” Merlin admits both to himself and Gwen. “But that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Whatever, be like that.” Gwen stands, “But for the record. I think you’d make a lovely couple.”

“We’d kill eachother.”

“So you have thought about it?”

Merlin stood as well. Making their way into the building.

“No, I’m just making an observation.” Gwen gave the boy a knowing look as he continued. “Plus he’s definitely straight.”

Gwen actually scoffs. Taking Merlin by surprise as they venture into the community kitchen. Merlin's heart aches as he spots the mug Arthur had given to him left upside itself by the sink.

“I know for a fact he’s not.” The comment takes him out.

“How do you know?”

“I have him on instagram.”

“You what?”

“He followed me a couple of days back.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t know you fancied him.”

“I don’t fancy him.”

“Sure.”

“How does following someone on instagram mean they’re not straight.”

Gwen pulled out her Phone from her handbag as they reached the countertop. Both of them leaning casually.

“Morgana followed me first actually.” Gwen states. Opening up the app and going straight to Arthurs profile. And there he was in all his glory. His bio stating the following.

Handsome, goodlooking, charismatic, delightful, bisexual.

Gwen passed the phone to Merlin who was pretending not to be interested.

He scrolled for a few seconds, taking in the images of Arthurs life. Seemingly a lot more lavish than his own. With latte art and art art. More recent pictures of christmas trees, Arthur with Morgana in the snow. And one that resonated tremendously with Merlin. A captivating one of the churchyard last summer. Stood proud in the sunny glow under blue skies. A gathering of flowers peppered underneath the medieval window.

Another that sat with him for a long time was posted months ago, of the mug that now sat idle on the kitchen sink. Filled with what Merlin could only assume was coffee. Merlin tensed, before eventually deciding reading into things would only stress him out.

“Vain.” was all he uttered, passing the phone back to Gwen.

Maybe he did have a crush on Arthur.

Friday December 15th

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I got an espresso with milk and it was SO cozy, its an artsy cafe with man many paintings including one on the ceiling and drawings and decorations strewn about (think, maximalism, walls covered in art, shelves covered in little decorations and fairy lights etc. But genuine, it wasn't like one of those super Instagrammable things you could tell this was just something someone liked instead of algorithmic coolness)! The drink was very nice, i was sleep deprived so i needed the warmth and the caffeine, and the music was whatever the lady running it put on YouTube. It did a lot of abrupt mood transitions as she queued up songs she liked regardless of cohesion which was very charming tbh! I hung out for a while to gather warmth and good vibes.

Ohhhh milky espresso is such a wonderful thing truly...... And the place sounds heavenly, I love it so much when they put up teeny tiny lights all over the place, it might sound cliche but it's the best thing, something truly unbelievably cozy about it, making you feel so at home and peaceful, with the place bright and lively but also unusually festive, like every silly little boring coffee is an event worthy of celebration, with every order being the most special thing the place could experience... And I love love love places that put up art, whether its some very personal stuff like something staff themselves have made or maybe their friends and family.... or the local artists, like the paintings and photographs and collages bought from universities or small galleries.... Its very lovely and genuine..... And while I feel for you regarding music being "unfit" for a café, I also just like you find it quite charming when staff plays their favorite playlists and albums! It's so adorable because while I usually am armed in my own earbuds in cafés, I also take notice of music playing and it's very cute when baristas and waiters play whatever they like. I think it says a lot about the place, that it's somewhere they feel safe enough in to stray away from some "corporate friendly" royalty free music, and it's specially so adorable when you see them behind the counter, talk about it and laugh and sing along or even switch back and forth to show each other the tracks they like... Its so so so cute.... But yeah I also get it if it's something you personally don't like, it can really throw u off the rhythm.... But it reminds me of when I saw żmijka, the café we stopped by actually seemed to be playing hozier's greatest hits (I assume from spotify) when we popped by.... I think his music, as beautiful and moving as it is, doesn't fit the casual feeling of cafés much, but it was so so so so wonderful because it was just around the time I was exploring his discography for the very first time, and I remember it was just few days after he dropped "de Selby part 2" as a single, but before "unreal unearth", and i remember I kept frowning and whining about it a little bit, but Żmija laughed and said that she remembers I disliked him, because Miłosz also wasn't a fan of his music, and i wondered, ah, is it a transmasc thing, then, such a sudden connection to a stranger.... But obviously, a few weeks later as unreal unearth has dropped, I couldn't just not listen to it, plus I loved that EP of his so much, similarly to Rose I loved "all things end" so very very much, it's such a beautifully moving track...... I think he's very talented, I mean I always knew that, it was more of a "hate the way he's spoken about online" thing, but my goodness...... Anyway, I do miss cafés so much, so so much... I've been living very modestly this past month, I wonder if I could go somewhere tomorrow, have an oat milk cappuccino and raise it to your name dear anon..... For now, I am logging back out, but thank u so much for sharing this, as always, I really appreciate it.... Please support your local non-chain cafés as much as you can, while I personally think the starbuckses and costas and neros look so so beautiful, there is still so much soul and love in the tiny little shops basically run by a few people with a passion..... Love u anon stay good and safe

#Now. Logging out. Bless you everyone. I love u very very much even if I'm not here to repeat it stubbornly like a broken vinyl #Please think of me when you're drinking coffee. And have a delicious kopiec kreta on november 10th. #pogaduchy #Sorry I just realized I'm namedropping a few mutuals. I hope that's okay lol

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I posted 258 times in 2022

That's 258 more posts than 2021!

124 posts created (48%)

134 posts reblogged (52%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

i cant stop thinking about the way jimin was giggling like a school girl after he called jk over as a guest for his bday party, and then getting all awkward and flustered as if talking to his school crush. he was smiling so much even if jungkook was just standing there— and the way jungkook was also giggling when he said "jimin came by" to greet him happy birthday on his recent live. my boys are so smitten for each other its so adorable

It’s the way they do things all the members do, but when they do it every so often it feels like we are intruding, you know?

Oh and let’s UNOT7nify things for a change, shall we? for all those people out there going “but Hobi was there as well so”. To begin with, we have no idea of how it all went down. If JM didn’t come forth with that Hobi super-crop, we could have assumed that maybe they visited him at different times. But even with Hobi being there, who was the one that was so eagerly awaiting this day? Who was the one who gave us another very cute super-crop picture, of JK this time, while he is seemingly blowing out candles? 

Hobi also joined them during JM’s birthday live last year, and people that don’t want to acknowledge it will not, but the change of atmosphere was instant. Before his arrival, not gonna lie to you, I was in disbelief and I didn't realise I was holding my breath until Hobi came in. Same with the Team Party-Party~! V-Live in LV, the way JM’s whole demeanour changed when JK walked into that room. Tae unbothered and Hobi moving aside, both probably being very used to this dynamic by now, but us still watching and wondering if all of this is okay to witness?! LOL

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43 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#4

QUICKIE - 1: The Moon Embracing The Sun

LOVE AGAIN - by Daniel Caesar, Brandy  [CASE STUDY 01]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Constantly, I hope everyone is doing great and I’m guessing we are all very excited about tomorrow! I’m perhaps overly excited and all I need to do at this point is try and get some sleep, like for real, but I feel like I’m a kid again and it's Xmas Eve’s Night where even tho I ain’t tryna catch Santa, I’m too hyped to sleep 🙃 … ANYWAYS, As the name of this series suggests, this is not going to be anything excessively long, but rather just a quick observation regarding some cute/lucky/noticeable occurrence I might have noticed or that might have happened in correlation to Jikook.

Today I’d like to talk about a “little” K-Drama called The Moon Embracing The Sun, which is from 2012, like, a good 10 years ago, but good stuff, good stuff! I literally just finished watching and it took me two weeks because I was trying to make it last (and it is a good 20 episodes). As you might already have deduced, the fact that it talked about The Moon and The Sun made me think of Jikook and straight away my brain started braining as I began to better understand a very distinct difference between how The West and The East perceive the relationship between the Moon and the Sun (myself being born and brought up in The West). 

First of all, I was quite intrigued to find out that the drama was a love story between the Sun and the Moon, since (as some might have gathered by now) with me being really big on mythology (greek/roman in particular), I’ve always had a hard time thinking of the Sun and the Moon as anything other than twins, which is what Apollo (eventually god of the Sun) and Artemis (eventually goddess of the moon) are. In The East it appears that they for the most part star crossed lovers for something the moon did apparently, but lovers nevertheless.

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46 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

#3

Silver Lining - What If #2 : I Caught You Bae Bae! [PART 1]

Dreamers - by Jungkook of BTS  [Music from the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 Official Soundtrack]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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This week has been a bit messy hasn’t it? And to top the madness all off, though I’m sure we are all happy to see that JK is doing well, thanks to his IG updates, it would have been great to “hear” from Jimin as well 🥹at this point is like, I know you working but, help a sister out you know? Like we be “worrying”/hella selfish here in this neck of the woods, like … jimiii↗️↘️iiin, I MISS SO MUCH IT HURTS 😭. So I thought I’d stop by to write something … cute me thinks? I think we can all use some fluffy, tender and light STD: Speculations, Thoughts and Delulu. In fact, the idea for this post was the result of me reading this post → Jikook After Tokyo by @wingzie. So welcome to another long ass post! 

Though wingzie’s post was clearly about both JM and JK, I haven’t been able to shake off the image of Jimin blushing/being shy. I’ve always felt like Park Jimin is the kind of human being who, at least until circa pre-2018, would instantly wear his heart on his sleeve full-throttle. As of present, he seems to be much more in control with regards to the majority of emotions that he can control, sometimes even resorting to smart talk/ cynicism as a substitute as well. But oh boi, it used to be that we were always made aware of any kind of emotion he felt from little happiness and ecstasy to pet-peeves and straight up being bothered.

The only time we are now privy of a non-controlled emotion from Jimin is when he blushes/gets shy. There are infinite reasons why different people get shy. Some people get shy out of being complimented, some people get shy just being in the proximity of the person they maybe fancy, some people get shy when put on the spot, etc etc etc. When it comes to JM, what in my opinion, seems to be his shy trigger are situations where he REALLY doesn’t know what to do. So he “blushes” or becomes “shy”, so to say, and in his case it seems to happen mostly on 2 particular scenarios:

He is out of depts, not in his element, doesn't want us to know, and he is well aware that it will show on his face.

He hasn’t yet processed his feelings with regards to a certain situation. Hence, he hides his face so that we don’t see how he is feeling in that moment, before he himself can actually process what it is that he is even feeling.

Now, though JM has admitted on many occasions that he is indeed the shiest member of the band, people who are just focused on his performance persona, or just observe him within his comfort zone (which is for example anything with his members RUN BTS, BON VOYAGE etc) will not notice this side of him all, in fact they might even think that he is “capping”.

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52 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#2

hi dunno if you had this question or not but do u think before jikook become a "thing" vmin and jihope messed around... cos if u ask other blogs they will beat around the bushes but aint nobody actually answering lol im saying this cos vmin are close as jihope hobi was his roomate tho (roomates) i didnt see jimin &hobi dynamic turn around like this until bv in malta or burn the stage..?

anyway it doesnt changr my opinion on jikook im just curious cos it looks like they prob messed around lol and

at some point i think rm had a crush on jimin too thats why sometimes jungkook had ?? a "problem with minimoni " monitoring jikook

Hello Anon,

Sure, let’s talk abou it.

No, I don’t think JM messed around with any other member in BTS before, during or after JK. Short answer; amongst other factors, one (not the main factor but  …) is it would take a person who actually thinks they are desired in such a manner to do so, and quite unfortunately, for the longest time, I do believe JM didn’t believe himself to be said person at all. As for the Long answer, let’s look at each pairing you mentioned, shall we?

Let’s start with giving some context to my thoughts: 

Not sure if you read any other of my posts, but I think 2015 was the year JK started “peacocking” so to say, at JM, and through ups and downs it took them 2017/2018 to actually enter a steady relationship and by steady I don’t mean they were in an open relationship prior to this. What I mean is that they both were trying to figure out things like, for example; what they actually were feeling for each other, or would them “being together” actually work, or could they really actually do this., etc, etc etc.  

Furthermore, I should add, that I believe JM “taunting” JK with requests of kisses and telling him he liked him and wanted to go out with him etc, as they already had a very good relationship off-camera (as proven by various interviews), was just an also quite naive approached mixing at an attempt to establish a connection with JK on camera, with feelings he still himself hadn’t quite properly acknowledged. In simple words: He was consciously kidding about feelings he subconsciously already had but never really took seriously. 

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57 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Well Well Well … - 1 : … BRUH~!

Shinunoga E-Wa - by 藤井風 (Fuji Kaze)  [HELP EVER HURT NEVER]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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I’ve been wondering.

For the past week, I’ve been wondering about what Jeon Jungkook would do for Park Jimin’s birthday  privately. Because I was 100% sure he wouldn’t appear in JM’s vlive, just as much as I was 100% sure JM wouldn’t vlive from his private home (my reasons being, are probably for another post though … 😁). BUT, at the same time I did  wonder; since JK doesn’t have the excuse of being at the company anymore, and since he is not going to release another 100% centric Jimin GCF; … what is he going to do? So you might be wondering: if you didn;t think he was going to do anything public, why still wonder about what he could do?

MIND YOU, being the private person that he is (they are), I did for the most part  expected JK to not post anything at all. So I was actually at work wanting to talk to my loved one and not being able to (don’t ask…) while waiting for some Jikookers to beg for JK to post something, the whole time thinking “…  it would be nice if they’d leave JK alone, is not like he is going to publicly do anything ..”. AND THEN, the second I thought that, I remember about last years birthday and I was like “🤦🏾‍♀️🙄😒😬…”.

Which brought me right back to the me that had been hypothetically thinking about “if, then what?”. If JK really wanted to publicly wish JM a happy birthday in a still intimate way but still not being caught: HOW THE FUCK WOULD HE DO THAT? 

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60 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

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Preface

This entry is a bit longer because it consists of two weeks, but I hope it will entertain and enrich. I would also like to warn you that at some point there are rather graphic images. I thought of leaving them out, but this is reality and the step before you eat fried calamari, that we rarely think about.

In The Water

I drop into a blue abyss. I inhale 1, 2, 3, 4, and exhale 1,2,3,4. My breath so easily taken for granted on land is suddenly a miracle. I sink lower in a lateral position, feeling the pressure in my ears. I press my nose and gently blow out to equalize. The sea seizes my weight and I slip into a horizontal frame with my fingers on my elbows to stabilize myself. My breath continues with a sound so unique, you can only recognize it as a scuba diver or a Darth Vader fan. I customarily have a minute of panic because of the loss of my noses function and obvious danger I face in that moment. I anticipate, validate, and breathe. The feeling dissipates and for the next 40 minutes I live in the now and worry of nothing. I simply marvel at my surroundings, understanding how special it is to see these creatures alive. I hover over a giant sting ray camouflaged below me, and spy a Maury eel peek its head from its coral reef palace. The fish are all different, some in swarms of silver, and others colorful and gliding by in search of their next meal. The sand, which seems so dead on land, is full of life.

My guide gives me the thumbs up, and I know it is time to ascend. Slowly, I swish my fins back and forth, propelling my body to the surface. I spend a quick 3 minutes soaking up my last few glimpses, and allowing my body to adjust to the nitrogen levels and pressure. My computer flashes and beeps, telling me I can return to the sky above. I give 2 powerful kicks, and as my head breaks the seal I am immeadilty transported to reality. I am diving off the coast of Ecuador at a location called Isla de la Plata in 76 degree water in the middle of January. 

It was a whirlwind week that began on Saturday morning at 530. I uber to the bus with my classmates and together we traveled 12 hours. We winded down the Andes, through the cloud forest, and into endless miles of banana plantations.

We rolled through massive concrete jungles like Guayaquil and bounced down rough dirt roads in small towns like Babahoyo, where we stopped for lunch. At sunset we finally arrived to Santa Elena and ran straight for the beach. After a quick dip, the locals warned us that “sharp creatures” come out after dark so we scurried back for showers, some much needed food, and finally, some sleep. 

I awoke every morning at 630 to head to the beach for some yoga and a morning swim. In this insane week of research, adventure, and fellowship, this special time in the morning kept me sane. 

The majority of my day consisted of surveying the rocky intertidal zone of Ecuadors coast. This is the part of the beach that is submerged under water according to the tide schedule. We worked at low tide, so the times were different every day. My job in this experiment was to place quadrants in the high zone (splash zone and the least biodiverse) and survey the life I found. This mostly consisted of tiny periwinkle snails and filamentous green algae. However, every once in a while, I would catch sight of a unique piece of nature. The cool dudes below seemed to watch me work and were just as stunned and fascinated by me as I was to them. 

The Ecuadorian sun is draining, and after every survey we always spent a couple hours relaxing at lunch.

Everyday, sometimes 2 or 3 times a day, we took advantage of the powerful waves and played like little mermaids. We visited a different beach everyday to survey, but had 2 separate hotels throughout our time, to return to at night. The second of which was located in a calm surfing town called Ayampe.

The streets are littered with yoga retreats and little cafes. Our hotel was one of pure luxury, in my mind. We may have had to sleep under mosquito nets with no AC, and take quick, cold showers, but to me, the view was all worth it. 

Two excursions during our day stuck out to me the most, one of death and another of life. We visited a typical fishing market. Some were intrigued by the endless barrels of creatures they call delicious. 

However, I was overcome with a sadness. This week connected me to the earth on a spiritual level, and looking around it was as if I was viewing rows of caskets of my fellow brothers and sisters. You may not understand this, and thats okay. However, the reason I study the environment is because I do not see a difference in value between a humans life and a sharks. I see us both as interwoven pieces of this planet and creations of the divine. This is so clear to me when I have experiences like I did underwater. On our last day, we rode an hour and a half to Isla de la Plata. We dove twice, soaking up the sun and snacks on our breaks in between. As we sliced through the waves on the way back, they rocked me to sleep and I awoke when we stopped at the dock. 

We spent our last evening compiling data, while listening to the spiritual ceremony a group of visitors were completing outside. They drink a psychoactive plant called Ayauscha to begin and throughout the night they dance, howl, and meditate. It was truly beautiful to witness, even for the short time I watched. The next morning we pilled back into our bus to make the 12 hour trek back to Quito, where I again ubered home and collapsed into my bed. 

The following week my group and I gathered our research question, wrote a paper, and presented our findings. I linked this below if you’re a science nerd like me, and find this interesting. On Friday, we finished this class, and sat in orientations for our next class and adventure.

I spent my Saturday on a spontaneous trip to the teleferico. We rode cable cars to a stunning view overlooking Quito and the volcanoes that surround it. Lastly, I connected with my roots and hopped on a horse. This special piece of home rejuvenated me from the harsh week I had endured, and left me ready for the next. 

The differences between Ecuador and the States were highlighted to me through the election process that commenced on Sunday. Ecuador has around 270 political parties, and by law you are required to vote. They also have the Ley Seca, which occurs from Friday to Sunday, in which drinking alcohol is not allowed and punishable by a 200 dollar fine. Ballots are filled out on paper, but mailing in is not an option. Families travel all across the country to their place of birth, if they have not gone through the process of changing their home voting station. This process enlightened me to the different government styles besides the US. Neither is right or wrong, just different. 

These last two weeks have challenged and enriched me. I move onward with a heart full of gratitude and a head full of new knowledge.  

With Love From Ecuador, 

Emily Sikora 

[vxvidlandmine]

Spiraling on a Saturday

Hello again.

Today I woke up and spent 40 minutes looking at my phone. I have picked up this bad habit in September 2021 and I have yet found a way to just get rid of it. I'm just weak.

My mom greeted me as I got out of my room. Since it's saturday, her morning starts with cleaning the house. She gets up before me, so she always tries be silent and not make any noise. I tell her I don't care about sleeping late, because I really don't, yet she's persistent on not wanting to wake me up.

I had breakfast, went to the bathroom and then straight to study.

I revised what I re-studied yesterday then got some work done my laptop. I had to cross-check 3 different sources so that what I'm studying is actually correct, as well as coherent, as to not miss anything.

I had lunch with my family. Nothing wrong yet.

The friend I have been hanging out with in the past weeks was supposed to let me know if she would be able to go out today, yet at 14:00, when she usually does text me, my notifications were dry.

I still had some stuff to study so I decided not to get worked up over it and focus on my books. At 15:10 that was over and my mind was free to wonder why she forgot. Every reason I came up was more stupid than the previous one- she had to study and forgot, she had to study and purposely ignored me, she had nothing to do and finds me annoying- but they all had one thing in common. They could be "defeated" just by saying that if she actually wanted to go out, she could just speed up studying, or move around her schedule to make a 1 hour long walk fit.

After 10 minutes of going back and forth between coming up with these awful reasons and nervously opening and closing Instagram and Tumblr, I decide my mind was too clouded to get more studying done. Just like an animal going back to its cave, even after years and years of wondering around, I decided to "calm down" by playing a game I have been obsessed with in the past. I mean really obsessed, I got like 2300 hourse over the course of 2 years. I put calm down in quotes because it's competitive and you either play 40 hours a week or just suck and lose, and get mad over it. So that's what I did. I tried to find comfort in this game, instead I got absolutely smashed and quit after 2 hours.

At 18:00 my eyes were red and dry. I was cold. I hadn't drank or eaten in 5 hours. My elbows were hurting because that's what they do- my chronic pains are such a big deal that they deserve a whole post about them. Still no message. The same void I have described started growing me but I got up, got a glass of milk and a trail mix, and watched a stupid series on netflix. I ignored the shit out of it, then I regretted it later. I turned off my laptop, cleaned the glass then decided to air out my room. I stink.

The more I thought about how she ignored me- and still is as of now- the worst I was getting.

First come all the thoughts about me as a person. The fact I'm skinny and weak and pain all over my body. The fact I'm 20 and still look and sound like a 16yo. The fact I'm not enjoying the company of other people.

In the past I used to get out of these spirals by reminding me how well I was doing academically. Lmao. In just 3 years my mind completely deteriorated and if I'm still "running" it's just inertia. My impostor syndrome deserves a post of its own. Now, low self-esteem about my body is just a stepping stone to doubt my mind.

The third thoughts that come are about how lucky I am to food, clothes, a warm house, and a family, all things that not everyone has. I end up thinking I don't deserve everything I have. I don't deserve it because I'm not enough in any way possible. One could argue that just by existing one's enough to have their basic needs met. Other people do, I don't.

So here I am, still waiting for someone to care a bit about me.

Venting and not changing anything to make this better is completely useless and doesn't even alleviate what I'm experiencing.

I think I just need human warmth.

[zennialemo]

My whole therapized life has been a back and forth of "do they don't they" over whether or not I have BPD or bipolar II.

And I have always been like "nah I don't get manic". Mind you I wasn't thinking hypomanic, I was thinking my aunt when she goes off her meds and thinks she can fly and that people are following her. So I was like "never, never" about mania. But I wasn't considering the times when I write 10,000 words in 24 hours with no sleep and then hyperfixate on plot for the next 5 days, or when I do 1 million tasks in 4 days on 4 hours of sleep and almost no food. I thought those were just good times. That's not to mention the spending. Dear lord the spending. But I never felt... like I could fly. I just felt like I was hot shit. So. I always was like yeah not me *shrug*.

All this said, I definitely *do* fit the criteria of "high functioning" or "quiet" BPD, too. My mood in one day is the picture of instability. I have no sense of self. I fear abandonment, etc. I don't look stereotypical BPD because I internalize everything. I rarely snap or take my feelings out on people, when I split I take it out on myself. Etc. So. "Quiet" BPD fits.

But so does Bipolar II with rapid cycling. I just dropped so bad for 2 weeks I ended up in the ER and then swung up so high I spent more than I should have on clothes and gifts and cards for others, slept very little, and packed an insane amount for my upcoming move despite my disability screaming at me with pain and exhaustion to slow down. I am now starting a mood stabilizer and my mental health team is thinking maybe a dual diagnosis of BPD and Bipolar II. I laughed because all these years of back and forth from my healthcare providers for the current team to look at one another and say "how about both?"

How about both, indeed.

The (constant, but now extra pressing) problem is I have ME, or more colloquially CFS (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome), and hypomanic energy and lack of sleep for 4.5 days = super awful hellish PEM. Think of PEM like crashing into a ditch where you can barely leave bed, maybe like me you're in pain and light sensitive and it feels like you've got Mono all over again... anyway. Its really awful. Terrible. Im so drained I can barely talk. Thank the moon and stars I don't have therapy today.

But yall, I'm suffering. PEM so bad my legs are trembling. Time to lay in bed for the next three days and try to rest up... 🥲

#zennialemo chats #quiet bpd #bipolar ii #hypomanic #disability #me/cfs #mental health

[hauntedfoxinternet]

Hey so I'm taking a break from posting my The Arcane's sister for a bit so here's a bit of you and Nari fluff

It was a few weeks after you met Douxie and his companions in the city. It was a lot to take in once you found out he was a wizard and his cat was his FAMILIAR and his other companion who was a very cute flower. WAS A DEMI-GOD!!! You of course like any normal human being passed out but you came to your senses and calmed down.

You were tight on money and had lost you house to a landlord who was a bit rude and (other things that shall not be named as this is a fluff post) So Douxie being the wonderful human being he is let you crash at his place but there was a tiny problem....There was only 2 beds.....So you got to chose who to share the bed with. And you not wanting to disturb anyone you chose the couch. But Douxie didn't uprove so he told you he would sleep on the couch so you could use his bed. This went with a lot of back and forth's between you and him as you told him you would be fine and you didn't want to disturb him but he said that it was fine and alright to use his bed.

So with reluctance you gave in and you used Douxie's bed while he slept on the couch.

But when it came time to get to bed you just couldn't. You tossed and turned in bed as you tried to fall asleep. You finally got up and looked at the alarm clock as it read 1:33 AM. 'Looks like my insomnia is getting worse....and it had to happen while i'm staying with Douxie....' you thought as you got up and opened the door quietly and tip-toed out of the room and into the kitchen.

'I guess I could make some tea....' you thought as you quietly got out some Chamomile Lavender tea you hid in the back of the walk-in pantry Douxie has. You made your way out of the pantry and over to the sink to heat some water in the electric teapot Douxie had.

As you where taking the teapot to put the water into the mug you had acsadently touched the side and it burned your hand a little. You had to stifle a yelp as you didn't want to wake the others.

As you where walking back to Douxie's room with your tea in hand you stopped in the hallway abruptly as you saw Naris room door open a creak and just brushed it off. As you closed the door to Douxie's room and came over to the bed you stopped as you felt eyes on you. You looked over to the bed. And what you saw almost gave you a heart attack you had to stifle a scream and not drop your tea all at once. Once you calmed down you looked over again to the bed to see what scared you and you could only see two Green amber orbs starring back at you from the bed.

"N-Nari....is that you..." You mange to squeak out.

"Yes Y/N....?" Nari said back as they blinked as you walked over to the nightstand and sat your tea down and turned the bedside light on. Once doing so you could see Nari clearly now and not just there eyes they had on some plant pajamas on and had there hair in a nice intricate braid while you just had yours down in its respective length. Your (H/C) hair was a little hard to put into anything intricate like Naris so you usually had it down or in a pony-tail.

"What are you doing in here." You ask as you got out a book from your bag and got back under the covers.

"Well I heard you come out of Douxie's room and wondered what you where doing and I seen you go to the kitchen and I could feel you got hurt so I came in here to check on you and you came back only 5 seconds later." They explain as you sip your tea.

"So where did you get hurt?" They ask as they come over to you.

You held up your hand for them to see the burn. They used there magic to heal it and you thanked them for it.

You went back to the book you where reading as Nari let go of your hand.

You half expected them to leave but you didn't expect them to snuggle into your arm as you read.

"What are you reading?" They ask Curious as always.

"I'm reading a book called (F/B/T) It's one of my favorites." You say as you began reading out loud for Nari to hear the story as you and Nari began to fall off to sleep your tea all but gone from the cup and Nari snuggling your arm as you rest your head on theirs being careful of her antlers. And you stayed like that for awhile untell Morning was on the horizon.

You could honestly say that you didn't mind what happened that night and you could say you would like it to happen again. Reading to Nari in the night as you tried to fall asleep. At peace with the world around you and them.

#I'm crying right now this is so cute and wholesome there is more to come from this and others like it. #original story #tales of arcadia #nari of the eternal forest #Y/N

[waxsuyaaa]

beware! large amounts of yapping ahead!

okay its time for me to complain about people because my journal isnt cutting it for my standards in actually wordvomiting everything before I sleep

yay so theres one girl in my class, all stories I could ever say always start with “so there is one person in my class” im not original and neither are they because theres like 10 different boys and they all look and sound the same to me I havent memorised their names after 2 years and 3 of them have the same last name

okay so theres this one girl in my class and y’know how theres always a duo in a trio and apparently im always the one leeching off of other peoples friendships because im always the new person at the school for whatever reason and im probably never going to have a genuine friend group because either i dont try enough or people in schools absolutely suck (im leaning towards the latter option because I dont wanna blame myself)

OKAY im the singular loner oh so sad person in the trio and the other 2 people have so much in common like hey theyre family friends and like the same music and talk about men all the time and never strike a conversation with me and im the person who they pair up with and talk to when theres a task which we are in groups of 3s

so a teacher brought in taylor swift merchandise and I saw one of those light up wristbands and apparently the other 2 ppl who I *think* im friends with also like taylor swift (more than me, because im a wretched fake fan or whatever) and one of them says if they can have the wristband because it was the only one from the eras tour the teacher had and then she offered to buy it off me for 20 bucks and hey you know where this is going

she hasnt paid me in the half a year since that and I keep reminding her and she keeps telling me to remind her and she keeps on going “im gonna pay you next week I promise” like shut up if you’re not gonna keep your promise just say it. if you dont have the money literally just say it and next time we walk to your house you could give the wristband back

but actually the audacity like last week for her to say “why am i even paying you for this its just a bracelet” when we already agreed on it and i may be extremely petty but she could have said its freaking worth is only 5 cents or whatever and then her attempt to GUILT TRIP ME because her allowance is only a dollar everytime she does a chore?? and the fact she said oh just ask [the other person in the friend group] to pay?? like hey hello what this is just between you and i

and the fact that the other person in the friend group stands up for her is just ouchh what yeah I know them two were besties since they were in the womb and maybe even in a past life they were actually intertwined plants or whatevr

and they talked right in front of me just back and forth “oh you dont have to pay her its not worth it” “real friends dont owe people things its just out of kindness” and im like HEY IM RIGHT HERE BEHIND YOU and the fact they kept checking behind them to see if I was eavesdropping which was so incredibly easy because they were literally talking so loud I swear my life is recorded or something and theyre speaking loudly so the viewer can be in on the drama

and maybe im making drama out of nothing but these two CALL ME BESTIE and every single time i call them out on a fault or something and im like thats not what you said earlier BECAUSE EITHER THEIR MEMORY IS WACK OR THEYRE LIARS theyre just like “oh we’re joking” like what the hell you cannot use jokes to get out of situations

even when im not having a good day and trying to not engage in conversatjon as often theyre always like “why did you talk like that” like huh I didnt know I wasnt allowed to stop smiling for a while

i mean theres more stuff and im still gonna say it ive asked her [the uhh first one] if im interesting or not and she replied yeah sure and when asked why she said oh you say animal facts sometimes like HEY IM AN ACTUAL PERSON and the most interesting thing about me is that I say animal facts sometimes like hey look at me im an encyclopedia its literally like when teachers call me “their little calculator” or whatever also EWW this is why I dont like pet names they suck

so am i overreacting?? yeah

should I be thrown against a wall? yeah

can i sleep? no thats why im writing this

#yappapocalypse