#the 4th one is this pasta i made that is the best thing ever and i wish i had someone that i could just cook for

[miaoie]

entry 01 - 230506

addressed to you

Hey there, my solace.

I'm really grateful for the conversation we had last night. I feel a lot better now. I feel like I am finally ready to move on and be genuinely happy for you, because I wasn't able to do that. I don't even know why, but I couldn't bring myself to be happy for you because although you have given me everything you could give that time, I still felt like you were depriving me of something; a closure. I couldn't do that before. I held a grudge. It felt like it was so sudden and rushed. I didn't like how it ended. I feel like I was still hanging in midair when you raised me up so high and mighty; and when you decided to end it, I couldn't get back down safely.

It took me what felt like almost half a year to finally realize that the only one who could get me down safely is the one who put me high in the first place. It sucks seeing how dependent I am towards you even without being part of each other's life. It's weird.

Now that we've had what I could say was the most awaited conversation, I feel like I'm ready to move on. If we ever become friends again during research, go. If we ever become classmates again, go. If we ever meet in upd, go.  Whatever it is that the circumstances decide for us, go. If anything, I actually want you back in my life as whatever, but that's not happening anytime soon because I don't think I can, so I'm gonna leave it to fate and the universe.

'Til the next time, friend. Do great things okay?  

- weeyuh

That day, May 6th, was the scheduled date for the release of my test permit for UPCAT; the most popular college entrance exam in my country. UP or University of the Philippines is like the biggest and the most prestigious state university in my country with, I think, second quality education next to ADMU. Which is why applicants this year reached over 100,000 countrywide. 

Personally, UP wasn't on my list. I was actually aiming for Ateneo or Letran, but since this year was the schedule of UPCAT for my batch, I also took the chance 'cause why not? My best friend, Sofia Anne, was actually the one who persuaded me. Probably because UP is her dream university.  If I remember it correctly, she has been working on her academic performance to pursue the Doctor of Veterinary Medicine program in UP ever since. She told me that I should try and take the opportunity, and so I did. I submitted my Form 1 on the official website of the UP admissions and finally got my schedule for the test permit. May 6th. 

The two days before that were actually interesting. I remember crying on the night of May 4th because I was reminded of that conversation we had about pasta. You learned that I don't eat carbonara, and so you kind of crossed that out of the list of dishes you said you were going to cook for me. I was crying that night because I finally changed my mind about carbonara. I like it now and regardless, I won't get to taste your recipe. I was sad because it felt like I was changing, turning into someone you don't know anymore. That change kind of scared me because from strangers with memories, we'd just be only strangers when that happens. 

Weeks before that night, I was relapsing countless times. I couldn't stop myself from crying and hurting about the thought of you still caring about me when I have over-villainized you post-breakup. I learned through Sean that you miss our circle of friends, and that you have accepted whatever it is that I'll put you through. You understood that you've hurt me and validated me. That thought bothered me because I wasn't expecting that kind of reaction, but knowing you, it makes sense. I pitied myself during those relapses and made a deal with myself that if I ever relapse again, I will finally approach you for closure. I did.

I messaged you 6 paragraphs of all of my questions, pain, anger, confusion, and whatever else included on May 5th at 3 in the morning. Then, I slept. I woke up at 7am that morning. I only had 4 hours of sleep, but it felt like enough. I checked my phone and saw that you've sent your reply. I clicked on it and although my eyes weren't fully awake, I was able to comprehend what you said. You said you were sorry. You explained it really well how you really didn't mean to hurt me, how you admitted that you were selfish and insensitive that time, and how those gestures you did were with pure love and intention and not a cover-up or a compensation of what you were about to do. I cried. I cried at the thought of you loving me truly. It hurt me more how we couldn't be together because of your sexual preference and made me angry at the universe for letting this happen. All in all, I guess at least I experienced my happiest and my most loved moments with you.

After that day, it was finally the release of my test permit. At that point, I've re-read your message almost ten times already. I was making sure I was comprehending it correctly; I was, thankfully. I finally accepted it. I have finally accepted what the circumstances decide for us because I remember you saying you want to pursue Chemical Engineering in UP and if I'm not mistaken, that program is available in Diliman Campus. It occurred to me that there might be a possibility that we'd meet there in UPD because that campus offers my dream program which is Psychology. And if that's what fate plans for us, go. 

I was facing the day like the new version of myself. I saw the journey to UPD as an opportunity to change my perspective and finally heal; 'soul cleansing'. It was like my vacation in Boracay back in 2022 where I went through new experiences that old me wouldn't be able to survive. I don't know why but roaming around unfamiliar yet safe places gives me clarity. And since I'm not yet familiar with commuting from Pacita to Quezon City, I was able to convince Pia to accompany me.  

The bus trip from Pacita to Taft took about 30-45 mins. It was like an accidental catch-up with Pia because we were both busy with me on research and her on both research and review center. I remember her telling something about how chaotic her day was with our other friends when it was their turn to claim their test permit in UPD. They then went straight to MOA and tried the extreme rides there. I could see that they really enjoyed the day because when she was telling me about it, she was talking in high pitch and at a pace that you'd need multiple breaths. It was fun. They had fun and I could see that. 

"'Yung closure lang 'yung interesting na nangyari sakin kahapon eh," I told her when she paused her story because we were about to get on the train. As soon as I uttered those words, I could already tell that she was interested. She has been the goat, the witness of my ups and downs including that relationship with you. She witnessed every cry, every 'ang sakit', every 'miss ko na s'ya'  , every 'bakit kasi ganun?' from me. She knew how important this was for me.  

"Mamaya mo ikwento sa picnic para sulit," she said as the train stopped in front of us. We boarded. We took LRT1, MRT, and LRT2 'til we reached the jeep terminal that goes straight inside the heart of UPD.  

During our jeepney ride, a thought came to me and told Pia about it. "Siguro, kung 'di kami natapos, kaming tatlo ni Marco at Jat magkasama ngayon. I prolly wouldn't be here with you," I said. I mentioned your best friend because I got the knowledge that we have the same schedule. The thought of us going to UPD together just randomly popped into my head. The closure was still fresh, that's why my mind just wandered off on the thought of you.  

After a few minutes, we finally reached the admissions building of UPD. This was it—the reason behind my journey to UPD, Quezon City—the UP office of admissions. I went to the queue that led to the inside of the building. Pia left me alone and headed for the waiting area since companies weren't allowed inside. I was honestly impressed by the process because it was well-organized in a circular manner. I went into the backside of the building, and got out in front. It was also an easy and quick process. I didn't wait too long for my permit. After a few minutes, my name got called, and I was able to claim my permit that fast. 

 Once I exited the building, I was looking around for Pia. I wasn't able to understand her when she told me where she was going to stay to wait for me. So I looked around in search of a tall skinny wolf cut-haired woman with glasses. I was kind of panicking that I didn't see her anywhere, so I checked my phone and tried to contact her. I forgot to take notice of the poor signal there in UPD, so I put down my phone and once again looked around. What I wasn't expecting to find was you. 

There you were, I found you. I found you, Rian, and Jat. You were exactly in the situation I told Pia in our jeepney ride. I actually couldn't believe this happened.  You pointed at me. Why the heck would you point at me? Jat, then, took notice of my presence. You three all waved at me. I waved back embarrassingly. Fuck, I need to get out of here. Pia, nasaan ka na ba? I thought when I immediately panged my attention to my phone after our tiny exchange. When I looked up at your direction, I saw you whispering to yourselves and began to walk closer. FUUUCKKK!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! STAY BACK!! My mind started going into frantic mode. I didn't know how to fucking act. We just talked last night—LAST NIGHT! I still have to work on myself. I still have to be okay with whatever it is that will get us to interact someday. I still have to accept what's now and change my whole perspective on us. Fuck, I wasn't ready to face you after the conversation we had last night. Fuck!!! When you all started getting closer, I began to walk as well. 

I headed for the start of the queue in hopes of the sight of Pia. Then, I was approached by kids who were looking for the owner of the lost flask they found. I told them I didn't know and I didn't lose one. If I did, they sure weren't the right guys who found it because the flask they were holding was yellowish gold in color while mine was dark blue with stickers all over it. When they started to head for the direction I was facing to ask another soon-to-be upcat taker, Pia called out my name.

I was so fucking relieved that I heard her voice. I turned around and headed towards her direction. Then to my hyperbolic horror, I saw you three again walking towards my direction. Oh my effing gosh! There really isn't a way to avoid you, is there? I bowed my head down when y'all were getting close. When we got to a really close proximity, only Jat waved at me once again and exchanged a 'hi' with me.

After that exchange, I immediately ran to Pia. "Gagi, andito sina Marco. Nakita mo ba?" I informed her. She told me no, and asked about what happened. I told her about the whole interaction, what I felt, and what I thought about it in consideration of the random what-if scenario I told her about during our jeepney ride. What the fuck just happened? 

We then headed to the picnic spot she was telling me about. I then prepared the mantel and lunch I brought. We had our Saturday classes there. Although there are a lot of things I could focus on that day, my mind kept bringing me back to what happened earlier—you. I spent my whole afternoon thinking why it happened, what its purpose was, & what lesson was it trying to teach me. I couldn't stop myself telling Pia every single little thought that popped into my head related to that interaction that day.

I couldn't believe that my tweet came true that if we ever meet in upd, I'll let it happen. Oh my gosh though, why must it happen so fast? I'm still so confused. Destiny is a funny thing and that day, it felt like I was the butt of its joke. 

I think that's all you need to know about what had happened to me that day. I'm curious about yours too, but don't tell me about it. I don't need to know. 

#angst #writing #letters #light angst #university #unibersidad

[fuckingthefictional]

Hi! I would like a request about Derek from teen wolf, please. The reader is trying to approach him, taking care of him "because Derek is too busy taking care of the others", BUT IT'S BEING SO HARD because of all of his past. Derek and the reader argue one night because of the overprotective nature of the reader about him, and when she tries to leave the loft, completely upset with Derek, he tries to fix things between them. Could you do this with a lot of angst and, then, tons of fluff? Thanks!

Ignored

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Angst bbyyyy, and some fluffy goodness at the end, not checked over (so probably a crap ton of spelling errors)

A/N: hello hope you enjoy, sorry it took forever! I’m so busy with work, college and personal issues that writing has been put on the back-burner.

When the name Derek Hale was mentioned- one immediately thought of the broody, salty, sarcastic young man who lived by himself after the tragic Hale house fire.

Nobody would ever associate the name Derek Hale and caring. It just wasn’t in his nature. Because under no circumstances could Derek be remotely kind, caring or soft in any way possible.

That’s what people thought of Derek. But not you- or the majority of the pack for that matter.

Yes, you saw where others came from with their ideas and judgement (Derek’s lack of colour in his wardrobe obviously didn’t help either).

But to you when you heard the name Derek Hale, you immediately thought of the kind hearted man who would give up anything for the safety of his friends and family (as much as he claimed otherwise).

You knew him differently, you knew him like the back of your hand. You knew that his favourite food was Spagetti Carbonara without the mushrooms, that he didn’t like Coca Cola, that he secretly loved watching trashy tv shows like keeping up with the kardashians, and most importantly that he was running himself ragged.

He had bitten off more than he could chew when it came to helping everyone out. He was the one giving lifts and helping with homework and hosting pack nights, and handling Isaac’s nightmares, all of this happening at the same time as some supposed lizard creature being on the loose.

You had been ignored by Derek Hale for approximately 72 hours. Now this wouldn’t be bad if it weren’t for two things.

1. He wasn’t aware that he was actively ignoring you.

2. The idiot wasn’t your husband of 2 years.

Over 68 hours ago you hadn’t minded, you had even brushed the silence and distance off- knowing that Derek liked to have a little time to himself.

But when it hit the 5 hour mark of the 4th day, frustration and disappointment had begun to set in.

There was one more thing that made the whole situation worse. He was blatantly ignoring you- and only you.

It hurt. You could admit that to yourself easily without any qualms at all. It hurt.

Whether that was to do with the whole ‘mate’ side of things you didn’t know- all that you did know was that Derek Hale was drowning and he wasn’t going to swim until everyone else was okay.

-

Thud, thud, thud, creaak

“Der please sit down”

“I can’t. I gotta figure this shit out before the school finishes for the day.” Derek grunted from his spot in the middle of the room. His head firmly stuck in the thick, dusty book that he had been pouring through for the majority of the afternoon.

“Der please, take a break.” You pleaded with him, begging him to just stop for a second and relax.

“I can’t,” Derek murmured again, before he pivoted in his heel and walked away up the staircase.

His heavy footfalls retreated upstairs, the musty book still clutched in his grasp.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you willed the tears in your eyes to stay put and to not roll down your cheeks in fat drops.

Why couldn’t you be enough for him?

-

The next plea came around 2 hours later, when you brought a bowl of homemade pasta and garlic bread up to Derek. Hoping that just maybe it would strike up a conversation, that maybe he would utter more than two short sentences to you.

“Babe- I made you lunch.” You elbowed your way into the room, balancing the bowl and plate in your hands.

“Just leave it on the desk.” He motioned to an empty slot on the overcrowded surface.

“I just thought that maybe we could have lunch together, have some time with each-other.”

“Y/N/N’s I would- but I have so much to do. Stiles and Scott are already on my ass about the damn lizard freak in town.”

“Der, you need to take a break.” You placed your hands on his shoulders. Instead of feeling them relax you could feel his muscles tense up.

Shrugging your hands off, he pushed the fresh plate of food away, “I can’t.” He spoke simply.

“But-“ you tried to object in protest, trying to plead with the broad shouldered man in front of you- hoping that maybe, just maybe he would come to his senses.

He did not.

“I said no Y/N.” Derek ground out, “I’m busy. Please for the love of God stop bothering me.”

The words stung you, causing you to stumble back in shock. Derek had a hard exterior, everybody knew that. But he had never spoken like that to you.

He had promised on your wedding day that he would always be kind, that he would be your biggest supporter and largest source of love.

But all those words felt like lies now. You felt alone, like an empty shell of yourself. Why couldn’t you just be enough?

-

Hours flew by, the watch on Derek’s wrist occasionally beeping to signify the new hour. If he were being honest- he had lost track of what the time was.

The only signifier was that Stiles, Scott and the others were in his presence- meaning it was at least 4pm

And judging by the sky outside of his office window, it was late evening, as the sky itself had melted from cool blues into a fantastic array of oranges and purples.

But besides the low chatters and bickering coming from Isaac and Stiles, the house felt almost too quiet.

There was no tv hum coming from the living room, no occasional flush or running of water from the restroom, no sizzle from food coming on the oventop, no sound of a page in a book turning. Nothing. Just silence.

“Hey Derek,” He looked up to see Scott staring at him, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Well-“

“Yeah, I haven’t seen her yet today.” Isaac chimed in.

“I’m not actually too sure.”

Derek was met with a sea of blank stares.

“I’m sorry- there’s a kanima out there roaming Beacon Hills, the very same kanima that is killing more people by the day. And you don’t know where your wife is?” Stiles asked incredulously, “Are you kidding me.”

“Well I’ve been so caught up on this research that I haven’t been spending as much time with her.” Derek attempted to defend himself.

“Derek, please tell me that you haven’t been ignoring your wife.”

Everybody had there eyes on him again.

“Well-“

There was an uproar of protests, all of which were yelling at Derek for ignoring and deserting his wife.

“You better find her Derek, before something happens and you regret it for the rest of your life.”

-

You really didn’t know how long you had been out here for. All you knew was that the night was closing in and the chill was setting in your bones.

But you didn’t want to go back to the loft, you honestly didn’t think you could handle seeing Derek after his outburst earlier.

The cold, damp ground soaked into your body- sucking all the warmth out of your body at a creeping pace.

The spot you sat in, hadn’t changed much since your first date with Derek. It was still isolated and it gave off the best views in Beacon Hills. Nobody knew about it but you and Derek.

Sighing deeply, you looked out over the viewing point- watching the tiny specks of light flicker in the distance. Every single light showed a different life that was being lived, each one with their own struggles. Beacon Hills was something else to say the least.

“I knew I could find you here.” A familiar voice broke your train of thought.

You kept silent, staring straight ahead, willing that your bottom lip wouldn’t start trembling and the flood gate wouldn’t open in your eyes.

“Look I’m sorry.”

You sniffed, still unable to look your husband in the eyes, “Are you though?” You briefly shut your eyes to stop any tears from breaking through, “or are you just saying that to get on my good side.”

You could feel Derek’s presence settle down besides your own. His breath creating little puffs of mist under the dark sky.

“I didn’t realise you were trying to help me, until it was too late and you’d left the apartment” He muttered, “It’s my fault, I should’ve taken your advice, I should’ve listened to you.”

You listened intently, knowing his words were sincere and heartfelt, “Why didn’t you listen to me then Der?” You responded bitterly.

“Because accepting help means showing weakness, and showing weakness is something I haven’t done since before the fire.” Derek’s voice was small now, “Before I met you, accepting help was off the table- I was a lone wolf, with no pack or family. And now I’ve found you and I’m desperate to not lose that again, I can’t lose you to this new threat in town- I can’t be alone again.”

Silence hung heavy in the air as your husband’s words set in. It made sense to you; why he was studying non-stop, why he had barely slept or ate.

It was apparent that while he was trying to protect his loved ones, he was also pushing them away in the process. That needed to change.

“You won’t be alone Der,” You lay your head down on his shoulder, “I promise that much- it’s you and me forever.”

“Through every supernatural event that happens in this town?”

You giggled softly, “Yes, and every single thing in between.”

#derekhale #derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale x you #derek hale imagines #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf masterlist #teenwolf #teen wolf #requested

[sweetberrysmooch]

HC: Call This The ‘Can This Man Cook’ Section

(….. I don’t think these men can cook ����)

First post pog :D I wrote a majority of these super late at night, so please forgive and let me know of any mistakes you find <3 Also, it’s a little long lol

Characters: Dream, George, SapNap, Badboyhalo, Wilbur, Technoblade, Philza, Quackity, Fundy, Schlatt.

Warnings: None, except for a kinda risqué comment in Philza’s. Oh and I guess there’s mentions of eating meat in case someone wants the warning :3

Song Recommendation: I Love You So- The Walters

Hella fluffy! Hope you enjoy <3

From best to worst:

#1: BadBoyHalo-

Bad is the best at cooking on the server. He is the creme of the crop, absolute top one percent, king shit at cooking.

He can cook, bake, and temper chocolate perfectly, what more could you want?

His favorite to-go recipes are cheesy garlic bread and a special spicy chicken and rice recipe which he typically makes when the boys are over at his house for the night. When he’s with you he goes for something a little smoother, some mulled sweet berry cider with a smoked cod fillet, eaten under the light of candles while you quietly chat about life and your fellow friends. It’s always one of Bad’s most anticipated hangouts, and he’s very careful about planning when it comes to those days.

While he appreciates being complimented on his food or his skills, deep down he wants to have someone to cook and share his knowledge with so the cooking process becomes much richer. He’s cooked for so long and learned so much, but it means nothing if he can’t share it with another person. The moment you come to him and ask him for help on any kind of recipe, he’ll drop almost everything to help you.

Side note; he absolutely carried lunch and dinner for his fellow DTeam members. While Sapnap would mostly take over breakfast, Bad would be hounded by begging puppy looks from these adult men who couldn’t cook and kind of just sigh and get the ‘kiss the cook’ apron ready. It’s not like he hates it or anything, but the endearing factor kinda slips off after a few years of adult men groveling.

(Bad’s hands rest over yours, dwarfing them entirely as he helps you cut the pasta sheet straightly. “There you go!” He encourages, squeezing your hand gently and stepping away, moving back to dice the vegetables on the cutting board next to you. A comfortable silence falls, and with it comes something in Bad’s heart softening. The worries and exhaustion in his mind ease, and he slips into a contented routine of finely chopping and slicing. It’s been a while since he’s felt so calm. There’s nothing that can ruin this- 

The front door slams open. Footsteps walk in and approach the kitchen and you both hear it, 

“Baaaaaaaaad.” Bad cringes, taking a step back.

“Baaaaaaaaaaad, we’re hungry.” Sapnap. 

“Yeah Bad, feeeeeeeed uuuuuuus.” George. 

And then, from around the door frame, a white mask peeks in. Nobody says a word, but you can feel Bad deflate next to you like let go balloon. 

“It’s alright, big guy.” You laugh, grabbing his forearm and leaning up against him. His sad puppy eyes make you smile a little, and you try to reassure him. “We can hang out alone another time. Let’s keep working on the pasta.” He sighs, but still returns your smile. “Yeah, another time.”)

#2: Philza 

Sigh…. he can cook. Not quite as good as Bad can, but better than Quackity. A solid second place. It stems mainly from being so knowledgeable that he just knows and has tried so many different foods, but since he doesn't actually do much cooking, I'm making him a flaky second place.

Doesn’t mind cooking, but doesn’t love doing it either. He’s always focused on so many different things that he’ll forgo eating to keep working on what he’s doing. He mostly cooks for Techno and Ranboo or the few guests (you) they seem to receive. Makes great stew, and even better roasted chicken, is absolutely immaculate when it comes to cooking bird.

He didn’t teach Wilbur or Techno shit! I wish I could say it’s because he wanted to but just couldn’t, but he was literally like “hmm. Im a little busy now, maybe next year” every year!! But, this being said, if you ask him to make something with you or teach you how to cook a particular dish, he will agree to help you. Old age has really mellowed him out, and after certain events, he realizes he needs to stay a bit closer to those he cares about from now on.

He likes sweets well enough, and will always thank you for any gifts you make for him. Along with growing older, he’s had time to lose his pickiness he had in his youth. If he does end up cooking with you, he’ll prefer doing the harder recipes over easy ones. He will lose it laughing if it turns out bad, so don’t worry about any disappointment (his children make up enough of that ^^).

(“Now,” Phil starts, washing his hands quickly as you wait for him next to the cutting board. “Pufferfish needs to be prepared perfectly, or we will die when we eat it. But I don’t need to explain to you how a pufferfish works, now do I?” 

When you shake your head no, he comes up behind you, tarnished wings bound and hair pulled up in a pony tail. 

“The meat of a pufferfish is very delectable, and much better with a glass of wine.” He grins cheekily, “ If this works out well, which I’m sure it will, dinner will be delicious.” 

It falls quiet for a second, and as your hesitantly looking over the fish that may be your last, you gasp when you feel him press up against you back and rest his chin on your shoulder. “Maybe there’ll be other delicious things to eat as well,” He murmurs into you ear, before leaning back and busting out laughing. Your face feels stupidly hot. Dilfza quest activated.)

#3: Quackity-

Quackity:

Quackity can cook. I know!! I’d say he’s like the third best cooker on the list. And he’s not half bad at baking either.

He likes making up stupid bad recipes and trying them out with you, even if at the end of it the one of you up chucks your damned creations the hour after. Despite his reigning need for chaos though, he knows how to make a decent amount of recipes and strives for praise when he’s actually putting forward effort. He’ll arrange little dinner dates (“A handsome man and his very pretty friend, good food made by yours truly, and La Chona, what do you say, baby?”) and will sit there with a 🥺 look on his face until you tell him if you liked it or not.

He tries to act like he’s unaffected by your words, but even a small, “That was really good.” will make him turn red and giggle like a schoolgirl. He tries to play it off, but it’s easy to tell he loves the complements. Will also never tell you anything you make is bad. You are a deity descended upon  minecraft Earth and he is but your prettiest disciple who will uphold your honor and treat you like you should be treated!!!! But he’ll then promptly choose to help you with and guide you into cooking/baking better ^^; He loves you!

As for baking, he really likes making cakes because of how simple they can be. It helps calm him down when he can just slip into bake mode and follow a recipe and make something nice at the end of it. Speaking of, he also has a sweet tooth, but not quite as bad as Techno does. Any sweets or food you make for him is always eaten, and always held in high regard. Will try to entice you into feeding him 👀👀 so watch out.

(He’s doing it again. You try to avoid looking directly at the dopey lovesick smile Quackity has on his face at the moment, but as you lift the fork up, you get a better idea. 

You look at him (to which he seems to melt a little under your gaze), look at the fork, and then back to him, raising the piece of cake up to his lips. His expression turns flabbergasted and his blush deepens. 

He doesn’t seem to believe you for a second, until you nudge the cake close and flash him a smile. Then it’s like a switch has been flicked; he giggles, blushing, and eats the cake right off the fork. He’s gone back to smiling that silly smile again, this time even brighter, but it’s okay. You try to ignore the way your heart speeds up in your chest when he begs you for another piece.)

#4: Schlatt-

Another cooker~! He specializes with formal dinners more than anything else, and adores a good steak.

During his presidency, he didn’t cook very often. Quackity and you had to keep him fed through most of it, and the memory of watching you cook in his kitchen while he looked over work papers at his dining table leaves a mark on him, sealing a new crave for domesticity that he hadn’t ever wanted before.

Sometimes he would cook though. You, Quackity, and Tubbo would all gather around and eat together every once in a blue moon, when Schlatt was sober and calm. It feels tense at the table but also not in a way? Schlatt always seems to be chillest during dinner, a mix of the alcohol wearing off and the emphatic family feel that comes with Tubbo, Quackity, and you surrounding him.

He loves cake! It’s one of the few desserts he’ll eat, but you have to watch him closely or he’ll gorge himself of the treat. Indulge him and invite him to make a cake with you, and it will be one of the most interesting bakes of your life. How Schlatt got three eggs to stick to the ceiling is beyond you, but the look in his eyes tells you he’s completely fucking sober and hamming up his own cluelessness. You probably wouldn’t have even noticed if it weren’t for him hiding all the other eggs around your kitchen as well. How did he get one on the top of your door without it falling when you opened it? That’s between him and god.

Overall, a good 4th place on the list.

(“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Schlatt says, deadpanned, looking you right in the fucking eyes with an undisturbed egg sitting perfectly straight on his head. 

“Where are the eggs, Schlatt.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Schlatt.” 

“Yes.” 

The container you kept them in is completely empty on your kitchen counter, once full of eggs but now reduced to a desolate husk of its former glory. Speaking of former glories, your president turns around, arms crossed and stands there silently. 

You look around. Theres one in the door handle of in the pantry, another wedged between two slices of bread in your bread box, and- oh god. On the fucking ceiling. Three, stuck to the ceiling, unmovable. After a full minute of dead silence you manage a “What the fuck have you done?”, and Schlatt turns to look. 

“Oh hey. There they are.” Your mind turns into a rock, shatters, and crumbles into dust.)

#5: Dream-

Honestly if you’re looking for edible food that tastes range from ok to good Dream is your man. 5th place.

He knows a lot of ‘depression era’ type recipes just because he’s pretty homeless and his man hunts don’t allow him much time to hone his skills. Stuff like bread or mushroom stew comes easy to him after so many times of having to do it on the run. Bread is the only baking he won’t screw up.

Can cook meat well enough too, but doesn’t really do anything special to it (besides his sauces).

To elaborate: Over the unknown span of his life, he’s acquired these recipes for forgotten and questionable sauces that he’ll store in little jars and leave at your house for you to use. They’re odd, and the ingredients aren’t ever what you think might be edible, but they’re surprisingly tasty none the less. He likes to show you a new one every month or so to keep things fresh.

Pretty general about sweets, but has a severe love for chocolate, especially dark chocolate. Has never had one, but dreams about chocolate cake. It’s high on his bucket list and written another four times over.

One of his favorite things to do with you is bake, mainly because of how ruinous it always turns out. No matter your skill, Dream’s vibes decimates any luck the two of you will have while baking. It’s scientifically proven. You left the cupcakes in for a minute-JUST a minute over what they should’ve been and they came out rock solid. Dream tried to eat one anyway. Best part was watching him try to bite through the shell.)

(He thinks he’s over selling it, half-gnawing on the brown cupcake (it was supposed to be vanilla, he thought) and making stupid growls when his teeth barely break through the surface, but the feeling he gets when you start laughing hysterically next to him wipes away any negative thought he had and fills him with utter joy. 

It's very late into the night, and you’re both a little loopy, but all the while you still lean against him as you giggle, the spot tingling where your hand rests on his arm. 

His heart thumps crazily, before sinking. Oh god. He’s in love with you.)

#6: Technoblade-

Knows a lot, but very little. He can cook the meat perfectly fine, but there’s a difference between being cooked and tasting good. He doesn’t know how to season them. Salt is the bare minimum you get.

6th place ^^; sorry king.

He’s good with potatoes though. I like to think that the countless hours spent potato farming had to account for something. He likes having cheese and butter on them every once in a while, but for the most part just eats them salted like an animal. It’s practically a show to watch him eat a cooked potato in three bites without anything but salt on it.

Big man loves food though, even if he doesn’t eat like it. Steak and cooked fish are high on his list of foods, but only if it’s cooked by Philza. And eventually you fall into his “I trust to eat this from you” category as well, but he has a special place in his heart for Phil’s cooking. Rabbit stew is at the very top.

He also eats a lot, being 6’10 and 200 something pounds of muscle, gotta consume quite a bit to keep him moving.

As for the sweeter variety of food, he’s got a massive sweet tooth. The moment you make him an apple pie or honey candy or anything of the like, he’s immediately enamored with you. Sweet things are hard to come by on the smp, especially with how far out he lives, but it’s a secret weakness of his that is very easily exploitable.

(You’ll be the death of him, he thinks, watching you closely as you trudge your way through the freshly fallen snow towards his house. Your normal pack is lighter than it usually looks, and he worries that you may slip and hurt yourself on the ice before you make it to the door. But still, you keep walking until you're standing at his doorstep, fist raised to knock when he opens it for you. 

You look surprised for a second, and then a grin splits your face and his heart races. 

“I can’t stay for long,” you say, having spent at least 30 minutes to get there. “But I wanted to drop this off for you before you went out to hunt again.” 

Out of the bag, you pull another smaller leather bag and hand it to him gently. It rests heavy in his palm, and for a moment he’s sure it’s ender pearls that you’ve brought him. But still he opens it, and he’s immediately taken aback by the smooth golden candies you brought him. 

“They’re honey candies.” At this point you’re practically grinning. “I thought you might like some while I was making them last night.” 

He doesn’t have to see his own face to feel the deep blush setting in on his cheeks and ears. You…. you’re so…… sweet. You are very…. sweet, he admits to himself, and he is very not attached to you. Not at all.)

#7: Fundy and Sapnap tie.

Fundy- 

Has his old man's cluelessness but is a fast learner. He doesn’t have much time to expand his food repertoire so it’s pretty much the basic stuff that he’s eaten during the war or before that when he was younger.

He really likes cooking though, and will invite you to come cook with him for dinner or lunch if he wants to hang out. When they were together, Dream had given him an old dusty cookbook that had several recipes he hadn’t ever heard of before, so that’s where most of what he tries to make comes from. His favorite to date was a special mutton dish that he asked you to try with him on his last birthday. It was just the two of you, but he had never had so much fun before.

Doesn’t like eating fish however, there’s just some bad vibe he gets when he thinks about cooking one or catching one. (Desperately ignores the fish fucker. Desperately ignores the fish fucker. Despera-)

Loves sweet berries as treats, seeing as that’s the only sweet thing he grew up with. Not too big on other sweet flavors. Likes honey in his tea though.

7th place cooker, will get higher as he learns more dishes.

(He raises his wine high with a laugh, clinking your glass with it as you both giggle drunkenly. 

The lamb you had cooked together turned out amazing, juicy and tender and flavored with crimson fungus juice. The recipe was from an old cookbook he had, he faintly remembers telling you, hiding the fact that it was Dream’s cookbook that he was given after a particularly nasty argument. 

He doesn’t want to think about him, especially not while he’s with you. Especially not when it’s his birthday. 

So instead he ponders the trip through the nether he took with you to harvest some of the fungi, how the juice was tangy and slightly bitter, but how it had done wonders when basted onto the meat while frying. 

You had looked so happy when you two plated the dish, so proud of him, all in a way that Dream never was. 

Even now, as you tiredly smile at him from across the table, cheeks pink and eyes focused solely on the moment you were sharing, he feels at peace for once. This is what contentment felt like. Oh, how he loves you so.)

Sapnap-

Shame the shit cooker. Ok ok, he’s not as bad as some of the others on this list, but that’s just because he can make a half decent breakfast. It’s not much competition.

Bad has desperately tried to teach this boy some cooking besides eggs and toast, but the only things that seem to have stuck are mashed potatoes and grilled pork chops. Neither of which he even likes enough to make often.

He prefers fish to meat, and would eat any kind of cod you offered to him. Likes smoked salmon a lot, it’s something Bad made for him a lot when he was younger. He tries to recreate the dish, but comes up short and feels disheartened when it isn’t like Bad’s. He’d appreciate any time you took with him to learn how to make the dish, and it wholly sticks to his mind afterwards. He never forgets the experience, and treasures it very closely.

Likes not-sweet sweets. Not bitter per say, but just not very sweet. He likes chewy taffy in particular, but the old lady kind that lasts 60 years but gets hard in 6 minutes after being exposed to open air. Gotta be polite about it too, or he’ll end up embarrassed and pout for an hour.

(He’s eaten 6 of those fucking taffies since you sat down on the couch, completely straight-faced as the two of you of you listen to Dream and George talking. 

At this point you’re completely checked out of their conversation, solely focused on the taffy Sapnap keeps eating. Where does he even get those? How many does he have?? You’ve been friends with him long enough to have seen him pop a taffy every other second of the day. He seems to have a stash on him at all times tucked away, filled with paper-wrapped pastel covered sweets. 

“Want one?” Sapnap asks, holding out a light blue taffy with a little star drawn in yellow dye on the wrapper. 

“What?” Startled, you lean back a bit and realize you had been staring him down as he ate, and flush with how rude that probably seemed. 

“Want a taffy? I don’t mind sharing with you, cutie.” He winks and offers the taffy again. “....” You gaze at the taffy curiously. You’ve never seen him offer another person one of his precious taffies before. Hmm. “...Yes, thanks.” 

You take it delicately, unwrapping the wrapper and taking a bite of it experimentally. It’s very lightly sweet, soft and chewy and surprisingly pleasant. 

Sapnap watches you from the corner of his eye, softly smiling when he sees you eat the rest of it. Glad to see someone else has good tastes around here.)

#8. George-

Meager man makes a meager meal. I said what I said!!! This flatbread boy knows diddly squat, and the only things he can cook successfully are bread and mushroom soup. Which he will make. And that’s all he’ll make. Any food that isn’t that is cooked by either Bad or Dream, and he’s still picky about it.

He’ll make you the soup and bread ladies and gents. I’m not saying they’ll taste great together, but he will definitely make them for you. Anything else he’s pretty critical about, and he doesn’t care much for treats or dessert. He does occasionally like dark chocolate though, which he and Dream will beg Bad to make for them. Soon he begs you to make it for him, and then you have to go ask Bad how he makes it so George won’t complain about how it tastes different from Bads. It’s a weird situation. You make a lot of chocolate. Dream and George linger at your house for weeks on end until you get fed up and shoo them away with a broom.

To his credit, even though he can’t cook much, he’s really proud of his mushroom stew. Any time you let him cook, his go-to is his mushroom stew. He likes to feed you and know that you’re not hungry somewhere, and to top it off he gets to show you his prized dish; not Bad’s or Dream’s stew, but his. He’s cute or whateva…

(George places the bowl down in front you, stepping back and turning to grab his own, before sitting down next to you. He immediately begins to eat, and you give him a half glance as you bring the soup up to smell it. 

It… doesn’t smell that bad, actually. Not burnt, at least. You spoon some of the soup into your mouth. 

Despite all you’ve seen of George’s cooking, this is pretty well made. It’s nice and warm, and the flavors are rich and the mushrooms soft. You choose to ignore the small smile of his face next to you, and keep eating your soup quietly together.)

#9: Wilbur

Wilbur can’t cook for shit. Literally nothing. This man knows apples grow from trees and that animals are made of meat and that’s it.

You think Wilbur made any of his food when he was president or exiled or ever? Not a chance. He ate anything given to him, Tubbo and Tommy absolutely brought this man all the food they could find so he wouldn’t get eat straight trash or starve throughout the presidency. Techno slid him bare cooked potatoes in Pogtopia and he thought “oh this slaps….. this is the pinnacle of food”

Which I know, not really sexy. But! This means that the moment you feed him something a step up from a bare cooked potato he is in food heaven. He especially loves saucier kinds of foods with lots of flavor and spice to them, it’s just so fucking good. Food becomes his kryptonite after you feed this silly man.

With sweets, however, he isn’t that much of a fan. He does like those small lemon creme crackers, and you and da boys are the only ppl he’ll share them with.

(You hear him before you see him. The familiar clambering at your window draws your attention away from the pork you were dicing, and one look over your shoulder shows a disheveled but grinning Wilbur. 

“I hope I’m not too late for dinner.” He jokes, brushing off his pants before approaching you to press a kiss to your temple. Soon after that you hear another set of clambering, and two pairs of stomps reveals one Tommy and one Tubbo respectively. 

“What’s for dinner tonight, mate?” 

“Hope you don’t mind if we join in!” 

You sigh, turning back to hide your smile before they can see it.)

// Hope you enjoyed! I might write a pt2 of this later with some other ppl in it lol we’ll see :3

#mcyt x reader #c: dream #c: george #c: sapnap #c: badboyhalo #c: wilbur #c: technoblade #c: philza #c: quackity #c: fundy #c: schlatt #hc #hc: call this the 'can they cook section' #pt1 maybe ;3 #fluff #rada rada #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #badboyhalo x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader #philza x reader #quackity x reader #fundy x reader #schlatt x reader

[nakunakunomi]

Wootwoot! We made it you guys! May 4th is my one-year anniversary on Tumblr. With some ups and downs and over 300 requests written, I'm gonna go ahead and say it was a successful year!

Monday until next Sunday I will do another Mini HC event, like we did for valentine! Open for all my fandoms, with mystery prompts to choose from.

Until then, I wanted to do a sleepover event. Unlimited asks and interactions for the weekend cause I feel like I haven't talked to a lot of you in a long while!

You can send me any classic sleepover question

Kiss, marry, kill

Would you rather

Top 3/5/10...

Questions about me

Questions about my anime, writings...

Theories (keep em spoiler free though!)

For this event, I will engage in a little bit of selfship talk if anyone were to be interested. Ask me about my F/o's and tell me about yours! Dynamics, habits... anything!

Questions about OCs

If you need some inspiration, I have included a couple of lists below the cut with questions id be 100% okay with.

Also, if you just want to chat, tell me about your week, a funny thing that happened to you, or a fun fact (i love fun facts especially if it's creepy or an animal fact)... A N Y T H I N G is welcome! There is no limit to your asks, spam me if you want! ♡

Look forward to talking to you guys!

Ps, I'll tag these #1yearSleepover if you want to block something against spam

Questions for OCs - Specify which one! Taken from here

1. How many different places have they lived?

2. What is their dream vacation?

3. What is their favorite color?

4. What is their favorite book?

5. Have they ever cheated on anyone before?

6. Have they ever been cheated on?

7. How many partners have they had?

8. What is their favorite food?

9. Are they a liar? Are they good at lying?

10. Introvert or Extrovert?

11. Have they ever been arrested and why?

12. Who would they sacrifice their life for?

13. What are their spending habits?

14. Do they like hot or cold temperatures better?

15. Are they religious?

16. If they could describe themself in one sentence, what would they say?

17. Do they have any overused catchphrases?

18. What makes them laugh?

19. Have they ever lost anyone close to them? How did it affect them?

20. Do they have a fast reaction time, or slow?

21. How do they react to praise?

22. How do they react to criticism?

23. Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy?

24. What are their biggest pet peeves?

25. Do they have any type of handicaps? How do they manage them?

Other ask game - taken from here

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

6: do you keep plants?

7: do you name your plants?

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

12: what’s your favorite planet?

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

22: are you a morning person?

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

28: sunrise or sunset?

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

33: what’s your fave pastry?

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

39: what color do you wear the most?

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

59: what’s your favorite myth?

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

68: what’s winter like where you live?

69: what are your favorite board games?

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

73: what are some of your worst habits?

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

75: tell us about your pets!

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

82: are/were you good in school?

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

89: are you close to your parents?

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

#sleepover #aksgames #1YearSleepover #scheduled post

[harrysgoldenshe]

That Bloody Damn Pasta Bridge

Harry hates disciplining his children. He hates it so much that there's an unspoken rule in your marriage where you always have to be the bad cop and he gets to play the very loved role of the good cop. However, he has his moments where he has to raise his voice and though he always feels guilty afterwards, he knows his kid won't make the same mistake twice.

On this particular night, your eldest son, James, was testing his limits with Harry. You're away on a business trip and you won't be back until 3 more days. Harry, of course, does not mind having some alone time with your two kids. In fact, he was over the moon happy when you announced you had to leave for an entire week. In Harry’s mind, you being away meant he got to do things with the kids that you wouldn't normally allow. Him and James had already spent an evening binging out on some snacks until it was nearing 3 am. Harry even went a step further and decided that your daughter, Evelyn, should skip her usual nap time to go to the park one afternoon. Even though he immediately regretted that decision, Harry lived for moments like these with his kids because he knows its times that they’ll remember forever. In Harry’s mind, you leaving meant that he and his two kids were going to have a blast.

Harry did not plan for your son to come to him on a Thursday night after he had just put his younger sister down for bedtime, telling him that he needed his help with a school project. Harry, also, did not plan on working on this project the night before it was due.

“I cannot believe you let yourself not do a single thing until this last minute,” Harry scowled at his 13 year old son who stood beside him, reading out loud the criteria for the project. “You’ve really gone and screwed yourself over,” He went on. “I shouldn’t even be helping you with this bloody damn thing! You have no idea what you’re doing and I sure as hell don’t! Have fun explaining to your mum why you’ve failed this,” His accent getting thicker as he grew angrier.

“Dad, please. I didn't know it was due tomorrow, I thought I had another week!” James tried to reason with his father

“Another week,” Harry scoffed. “Says it right here when it’s due!” He grabbed the page out of his son’s hand and waved it around. “Due date, June 4th! Make a bridge that will support as many textbooks as possible! Use time in class to prepare! James’ a pillock! A goddamn twit!” Harry went on reading from the page, making the two last statements up

Your son, hating the fact that his dad was not only angry with him but furious enough to start calling him names, grew more annoyed and frustrated.

“You’re not helping!” James told Harry

“Course not, this isn’t my problem,” Harry reminded his son. “Now tell me how you’re going to make this bridge mate? I’d really love to know,” He asked him

“I-I don't know,” His son answered

“You know what? I was considering helping you but not anymore. I want you upstairs in your room and I better not see your face until tomorrow morning when you leave for school empty handed,” Harry raised his voice as he pointed to the staircase.

“Can I work on the bridge in my room?” James questioned

“The hell you can!” Harry exclaimed. “There are consequences to your actions, James, and you are going to learn just how much you're going to have to work to obtain a proper grade once you've had a zero. I have never been so disappointed in my entire life, I cannot believe you,” He shook his head.

Now this is what caused James’ breaking point. Having his father be angry with him and call him names barely hurt him but hearing that Harry was disappointed in him cut sharply. James works hard to make both of his parents proud and he knows he’s in the wrong about this project but his father’s words rang in the back of his mind.

The 14 year old inhaled sharply as he felt his eyes tear up.

“You can’t do this to me!” He replied to his father. “I’m calling mum,” He quickly added before stomping up the stairs.

Harry let out a sigh as he walked to the staircase.

“Go ahead and call her! I would love to see how she reacts to you not doing a project! Please be my guest and tattle on me,” He called after his son

The only response he got was a door slamming that quickly followed with Evelyn calling out for her father.

“Now he’s gone and woke his sister up,” Harry huffed as he marched up the stairs.

He debated going into his son’s room and arguing with him some more but he decided that they both had enough. Harry went into Evelyn’s room and stayed with her until she fell back asleep which luckily didn't take too long.

Harry let out a sigh as he gently closed the door to his daughter’s room as he noticed that the light was off in James’. Harry went into his own bedroom where he took a quick shower and got ready for bed. He climbed into his bed, phone in hand. The only text from you was one he saw a few hours ago when you wished your family a goodnight before you headed to bed yourself.

Content that James didn’t actually tattle on him, Harry laid back and closed his eyes, getting ready for sleep to overtake him. However he found himself tossing and turning.

The next thing he knew, he was downstairs leaning against the kitchen counter with his eyes glued on his computer screen as he searched up the best methods to build a bridge.

“Linguini noodles, really?” He questioned himself.

After reading different articles, he found that the pasta was a frequent method used.

Harry got up from his seat and went into the kitchen to retrieve a few boxes of the noodles before going into the laundry room to find your hot glue gun.

“Okay, let’s do this,” He said as he sat back down.

Taking a few noodles out of a box, Harry glanced back to his computer screen to make sure he was about to do the right thing.

“I guess… I just… A triangle… Right right… Makes sense…” He mumbled to himself as he started to break the pasta in pieces.

Harry started to glue the pasta together to form a triangle, since his source said that triangular trusses would work better than rectangular ones.

He kept building from there, only stopping to check his source to make sure he was doing it correctly. He gave himself one break where he chugged down two cups of coffee in order to help him stay up.

Harry glued the last piece of pasta onto the bridge, his eyes feeling heavy. He let out a content sigh as he laid his head on the table, telling himself he’ll rest his eyes for a moment before cleaning up and heading upstairs.

“S’not even that late,” He argued with himself as he closed his eyes.

The clock on the stove flashing 3:43am would argue otherwise.

***

Harry abruptly woke up to someone shaking his shoulder. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his surroundings, completely confused as to why he was being woken up in his kitchen to James holding Evelyn in his arms.

“Wha’s going on?” He asked his oldest

“I, uh, woke up and found you snoring at the table so I go Eve ready and make us breakfast but now I need to get ready for school,” James told his father

Suddenly the memories of arguing with his son over a school project became clear in Harry’s mind. He glanced at the bridge he built which still stood where he had left it. Clearly James had seen it.

“Right right, go on then. Thank you for taking care of yer sister, I couldn't sleep last night. Didn't mean to fall asleep here,” Harry said.

James handed his sister to his father and raced up the stairs without saying another word. Harry glanced at the clock and saw that there was 20 minutes left before James had to leave for school.

“How’re you this morning princess?” Harry asked his daughter who made herself comfortable on his lap.

“Perfect! James made me cereal while he cleaned up noodles from the table,” His daughter answered. “Why were you playing with noodles at night, daddy?” She questioned him.

Harry let out a laugh.

“I wasn't playing with them baby, was helping your brother with something and fell asleep before I could clean up,” He told her. “Don't you go telling mommy that, y’know how much she hates it when I leave the kitchen dirty,” He quickly added, knowing that his youngest would tell you everything that happened once you came back home.

He learned that he had to ask his daughter not to tell you certain things or else his secrets would be out.

“Pinky promise,” Evelyn agreed, locking her finger to Harry’s

“Thank you baby,” Harry kissed her cheek. “Now go on and play in the kitchen while I talk to your brother,” He said as he let her down from his lap once he noticed his son walking down the stairs.

Evelyn listened and skipped her way into the living room.

“Sit down,” Harry told his son.

James wasted no time to take a seat next to his father.

“I want to apologize for what I said to you last night, wasn't nice of me to call you names even if you were driving me bloody mad. I'm sure you’ve noticed the bridge I built last for ya last night and I want you to know that just because I've helped you out this one, I won't always be bailing you out like this. You’re about to start high school, James, and you need to learn responsibility. I’ll always want to help you with projects or help you figure school work out but I can’t be putting in more effort than you mate. This is the one and only time I will ever do one of your assignments by myself and the only reason I did build this damn bridge was because I couldn’t bear the thought of you failing a project. That and your mom would absolutely murder the both of us for letting that happen,” Harry said, earning a laugh from James during the last part of his lecture.

“Thank you dad and I’ve learned my lesson. Assignments are important and waiting until the last minute won’t do anything but bring you anxiety,” James replied.

“You're telling me,” Harry mumbled. “You should head to your bus stop, bus will be here any minute,” He said.

James nodded and leaned over slightly to grab the bridge. He gave his dad a hug and thanked him again before making his way to the front entrance to grab his backpack and put on his shoes.

“Oh and James?” Harry called out as his son paused in the doorway. “That bridge should be able to hold at least 22 books, better come back home with a perfect grade,” He said

“Only 22? I feel like you built it to be stronger than that, how about 27?” James suggested, earning a cheeky smile from his father.

They exchanged goodbyes one last time before James left.

“That bloody damn pasta bridge,” Harry shook his head once the door closed behind his son.

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[haltandcatchfiretothemax]

FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2021 #21: In which Donna gives Cameron a gift

[CN: food and eating mentions; alcohol mentions]

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It was early in the evening on a breezy summer Friday toward the end of June, and as Cameron pulled up to Donna’s house she wondered, not for the first time, if she was ready to be done with commuting and splitting her time evenly between the trailer and Donna’s house. She turned off the ignition, grabbed the bunch of wild flowers she’d picked from her own garden patch, got out of the car. Or at least, maybe it’s time for a break? she thought to herself as she walked up to Donna’s front door. I’ve been going back and forth for a year…maybe I could just stay here for the summer…or even just for this month? Or the next few weeks? 

Donna had left the door open for her, and Cameron let herself in, expecting to find Donna listening to music and maybe even dancing in the den or maybe the bedroom, happy and energized from her weekly manicure and lunch outing, buzzing with news from Tanya or Diane, as well as ideas for what they should do that evening and later that weekend. Instead, Donna was in the kitchen, in a black knee-length full slip and apron, hair half up in rollers, behind the stove, which was covered in simmering pots and pans. Cameron’s eye immediately went to the table, which was set with Donna’s good plates and candlesticks, and an empty vase waiting for Cameron’s wildflowers. 

“Honey!” Donna called out. “You’re home! Just give me a second and I’ll fetch your slippers and bring you a gin and tonic!”

The very idea of gin made Cameron go ugh. She went to the dining room, and turned around. “What is all this? Did we get married? Is this our anniversary that I forgot? Did I miss something?”

Donna chuckled at her, stirring one of the pots in front of her. “Well, it is almost the 4th of July, which is sort of an anniversary for us.”

Cameron nodded. “I’ll allow it.”

“I figured,” Donna said, checking one of the other pots, “that we could get a jump on celebrating, since we’ll be preoccupied with the 4th, on the 4th, and all.”

Cameron sighed and looked over at Donna, hit with a wave of affection for her. “Okay, Boss.” She went up to the kitchen island, and said, “You look very alluring in your slip.”

“Thank you!” Donna said brightly. “Are you wondering if I’m planning on dressing up, and if that means that you’ll have to dress for dinner as well?”

“You can read my mind. Just like a perfect wife should,” Cameron joked.

Donna shrugged. “I was gonna put a blouse and shorts back on after I was done cooking. The slip was just so that you’d have something fun to look at.”

“Mission accomplished,” Cameron grinned. “I’m a little grimy from the drive, though, so. Meet you back here after I get the flowers in some water and shower?”

Donna grinned back at her. “Sounds like a plan.” 

***

An hour later, the flowers were in the vase, the candles were lit, and dinner was served. Cameron and Donna enjoyed their eggplant parmesan, spinach, and angel hair pasta with two glasses of one of Donna’s favorite red wines, and a lot of happy chatter about how their weeks had been, what the girls were up to, and their weekend plans. 

When they were done, Donna got up and took their plates. As she walked them back to the kitchen, she said, “I made some red velvet cake for dessert! I know that you prefer the store bought, but, what can I say, I woke up in a mood today.”

Cameron, who was in the bad habit of overeating but only when Donna or Bos cooked for her, groaned, “That sounds great and all but I might literally barf if I try to eat more right now?”

Donna put away their leftovers, and then she returned to the table with two black velvet jewelry boxes, and set them down in front of Cameron. “Then maybe you can open these first?”

Wide-eyed, Cameron stared at the boxes with undisguised terror.

“Don’t get all excited,” Donna huffed. “Neither of these boxes contains an engagement ring, the only engagement ring in this house is the one that Gordon gave me and that I refuse to ever part with.“

Cameron looked at her uncertainly. “And one of them,” Donna continued, “isn’t even jewelry.” She picked up the smaller box and held it out toward Cameron.

Cameron accepted it slowly, like it might pop open like a trick snake nut can. She opened it, and saw that it had a set of keys inside. 

“I know, I know,” Donna said, sinking back into her chair. “You don’t have a key to your trailer for me. What if that’s okay though? What if the lesson the last 15 years have been trying to teach us is that reciprocity and being a good partner doesn’t have to mean everything is even steven all the time? I don’t need the key to your trailer. I know that I’m welcome there. And I’m also okay with usually calling before I come over.”

Cameron frowned at her. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” Donna smiled at her. She pushed the other box toward Cameron.

Warily, Cameron picked it up, and opened the top. Inside, there were anodized silver pendants, on what looked like two anodized silver chains. One pendant was a small silver compass, and the other was a small anchor. Smiling sadly, Cameron said, “So I’ll always be able to find my way back to you?”

Gently, Donna said, “Or to wherever. You’ll never be completely lost, though. You’ll always have some help figuring out what direction to go in.”

“I don’t have anything to give you,” Cameron sighed.

With the same sad sort of smile, Donna said, “You might not have any jewelry for me, but that’s okay, because I already have all the jewelry I need. And also, my house is full of plants and fresh flowers and I have a garden full of fresh herbs and lavender out back, and I have homemade breads and hummus and preserves in the kitchen because of you. I get how that might not sound like a fair trade to some people,” she said, leaning forward and resting her elbow on the table. “ But I think it is. I think it’s more than fair.” She sighed, and then she said, “My house doesn’t feel empty the way it used to. That sounds terrible, I know. The girls used to live here. It didn’t feel empty because of them or anything that they did wrong, it felt that way because of me. But I don’t feel like that anymore. Now I wake up every day and I think, ‘Maybe things will actually be okay? Yeah, I think so.’”

Eyes starting to glisten, Cameron closed the jewelry box, and set it back down on the table. She looked back at Donna, and said, “Yeah. I know what you mean.” When Donna smiled at her, Cameron said, “I love you.”

“I know,” Donna said, wiping a tear of her own off her face. “I love you too.”

Unable to resist, Cameron asked, “Last and best?”

Donna’s smile grew broader, and brighter. “You know it.”

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[julemmaes]

Angel Like You - October 4th

 Fenrys Moonbeam x Asterin Blackbeak

Prompt requested by itsjustme on Ao3: “Could you please do a Fenrys and Asterin one with lots of fluff? <3″

A/N: I LOOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH, IF YOU EVER WROTE SOMETHING ABOUT THESE TWO, DM ME THE LINKS TO YOUR FICS CAUSE I LOVE YOU ALREADY

Word count: 2,378

It had been Asterin's birthday for more than eighteen hours and she still hadn't been able to see her boyfriend and finally celebrate with him her drinking age - not that Asterin hadn't had a drink before today, of course, but she imagined it would be nice to do it without having to use her fake ID.

During her lunch break she had walked into the university cafeteria like every other day, staring at her phone waiting for Fenrys to call. She had reached the food counter and started ordering distractedly, with music playing loudly in her ears without losing sight of the screen. That's why she hadn't noticed the balloons falling from the ceiling as soon as she walked through the door. And that's why she hadn't seen her entire group of friends waiting for her at their usual table while they shouted their best wishes.

Manon had gotten irritated and had ripped the headphones out of her ears, making her jump out of fear. Her annoyance hadn't lasted long when Asterin turned around and finally saw what they had put on to make her day just a little more special.

All the Thirteen - their dance group - and Dorian were present, plus a few friends from her classes. None of the guys were there, all away in one of the nearby cities for one of the most important games of the season, and along with them their girlfriends. Aelin, Elide and Lysandra were also part of the cheerleading team and could not afford to miss an important event. Asterin had made a scene when she found out she had an exam on the same exact day. Fenrys had reassured her that there were no problems and that her education was more important than a stupid game of his.

Although she had had fun for that hour with her friends, she missed Fenrys more than usual. And the feeling had worsened when he had sent her a message that he could not call her and that they had lost the game, because Lorcan had been hurt and their team's defense had shrunk dramatically. She immediately replied that she was sorry and that she would have liked to do something to make him feel better. He had seen the text and still hadn't answered, probably busy getting his ass kicked by coach Gavriel.

Now, at seven o'clock in the evening, she was starving to death and desperately wanted to call Fenrys, hear his voice, feel that he had blanched the anger and disappointment that followed a defeat.

She climbed the steps of her small house and saw the kitchen light on and lingered in her footsteps.

It was not possible that someone had broken into her house.

Before she became even more alarmed than she should have been, she approached the window and peered into the house.

"Fen!" she screamed excitedly. She had already snapped towards the entrance and was struggling against the lock, but she could still hear the boy's frightened scream. She laughed.

When she opened the door, she immediately saw Fenrys on the kitchen door with one hand on his chest and his eyes wide open. Asterin didn't even take his backpack off his shoulders before he jumped on his boyfriend.

Fenrys grabbed her, clutching her and resting his head on her shoulder, kissing her neck, "Happy birthday, my love," he whispered to her. They parted enough so that she could look at his face and she laughed, cupping his cheeks. "I missed you so much," he continued, brushing his lips against hers. He took two steps back, leaning against the table for more support.

Asterin smiled and then pushed herself against him, deepening the kiss. Fenrys sighed through the nose, squeezing her hips. He put her down slowly, while they were still kissing and when he pulled the backpack off her shoulders, Asterin also took off her jacket, immediately clutching onto him again, not wanting to be too far away.

Reluctantly, Fenrys pulled away slightly, their noses were still touching each other, "I think I should go back to cooking".

Asterin complained, but let him go anyway, pouting amusedly. Fenrys chuckled and turned towards the stove, where four pots and pans smelled deliciously inviting.

"Where did you find all the food?" she asked, curious, looking at the ingredients scattered on the table. A bottle of tomato puree, some potato skins, half a zucchini and some carrots.

Fenrys looked over his shoulder, "I stopped by the supermarket before I came here," he explained, "I couldn't go home with Con, he took it way worse than I did and I needed to distract myself, not talk about all the mistakes I made on the field today." he looked away when Asterin's expression became serious. She had forgotten the game in the euphoria of the moment.

She approached him, circling his hips from behind and resting her cheek between his shoulder blades. She felt Fenrys hand resting on hers, "I'm so sorry." she kissed him on the neck, tiptoeing, "You shouldn't have done all that. I could have prepared something for us." she murmured against his sweatshirt. She only realized at that moment that he was wearing a chef's apron. She snickered.

"I told you, I wanted to get distracted and cooking relaxes me," he repeated.

Asterin nodded slightly, "I know, I know." she peered over his shoulder to see what he was making, "What is that?"

Fenrys smiled at her, turning the ladle in one of the open pans and taking some of what was supposed to be vegetables and handing it to her, "Chicken and vegetables," he confirmed. Asterin tasted it directly from his hand and closed her eyes while moaning as good as it was. If she had tried to make that dish it surely would have sucked, the chicken would have come out dry and the vegetables would have had no taste at all. Instead the food Fenrys prepared for her was always so tasty and juicy and Asterin always felt how much love the boy poured into it.

"God," she moaned again, "This world doesn't deserve an angel like you."

Fenrys was looking at her with his mouth slightly open and his eyes focused on her lips. He cleared his voice and went back to stirring something else. Asterin pointed at him, "What about that?"

"That's the dressing for our pasta. I bought spaghetti." he smiled at her and caressed her cheek, moving a lock of hair. Spaghetti was definitely her favorite kind of pasta.

"I love you so fucking much." she mumbled to him. Fenrys giggled, with his stupid little grin on his lips, "Me too."

Asterin started cleaning the table, throwing out the scraps and setting the table for the two of them. When Fenrys noticed he whined, "I had to clean it up." he had a guilty look on his face, almost as if he was sorry she was doing him a favor.

The girl watched him closely, "I'm just helping you, Fen."

"Yes, I know, but-" he stopped, cutting the sentence.

Asterin looked him in the eyes and when he looked away, flexing his jaw, she asked, "What is it?"

He remained silent for a while and Asterin gave him time to decide what to say. She knew that he didn't have to push him and he knew that Fenrys had trouble talking about the things that were bothering him, unlike her.

"It's just that I screwed up on the field today. A fuckup that could have been avoided if I had done my job and I need to make it up somehow and treat you like a queen for tonight wouldn't solve everything, but it could at least improve this fucking bad mood of mine." he put his hand in his hair, before he crossed his arms on his chest and turned towards her.

Asterin didn't look at him, continuing to cut the loaf of bread he had bought, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Fenrys grunted, "It's just that I'm sure if I told you what happened, you'd tell me some bullshit of yours to make me feel better and I know I just said the opposite, but I think I deserve to feel like shit."

This time she gave him a stern look, "Why don't you let me judge whether you deserve to feel like shit or not?"

He snorted, "Alright," he mumbled. He said nothing and continued to cook while frowning for a few minutes. Asterin sat down, nibbling on carrots and staring at the muscles in his back that tightened every time he moved. She scowled, "Does it have something to do with Lorcan?"

Fenrys stiffened, "Yes," he simply replied.

"You know, if you don't tell me what happened, I can't just guess?" she asked him jokingly.

He turned towards her, turning off the stove and putting the pan with the chicken in the middle of the table. Asterin was used to seeing him cooking, being that he was practically at her place every night, but it was always nice to see him being the man of the house and making these little gestures for her. Even when his day had been shitty.

He turned to the stove once again, took the pot of pasta and drained it, "I told you he was hurt, didn't I?" she nodded, assenting, "A guy from Velaris broke his anterior cruciate ligament. He jumped on his knee with both feet."

Asterin swallowed noisily, bringing one hand to her mouth. She hadn't realized it was so bad. With such damage he couldn't play for the rest of the season. All this if he did well and if the doctors were able to fix it.

"Fen-" he ignored her, pouring the seasoning on the pasta and starting to serve it.

"It was my fault." he didn't look her in the face, but she had never seen him so distressed in her life. "I saw the piece of shit go up against him and he was charging him like a..." he stopped, shaking his head, "You don't charge another player like that, he looked like a fucking bull trying to kill the matador, I don't know." he sat down after serving both of them. He covered his eyes with his hands, "I should have called him. Warning him that he was about to be tackled."

Asterin was quite upset, she wanted to call Elide, but would have thought about it later. Now she had to concentrate on Fenrys.

"Honey listen to me, these things always happen in football. It's not your fault," she said, extending one hand on the table and taking his hand.

He shook his head, tightening his shoulders, "No, it's different this time." he explained, looking at her finally, "After the game one of his teammates came, the captain, and apologized." he said shocked, "There is no apology in football, Rin. It's not something you do."

Asterin had seen enough games in her life to know that the players were ruthless beasts and that the feeling of belonging to your team was so strong that you felt the need to protect it with your life. Beating someone on the other team was not as strange as it could be considered in other less violent sports. Bullshit, in her opinion.

"They benched him and probably suspended him," continued Fenrys. Asterin understood that he was talking about the player of the other team. She nodded, gritting her teeth.

"You don't think Lorcan blames you, do you?" she asked cautiously, starting to eat when he gestured for her to taste the food. The first bite of pasta was ecstatic. If they weren't in the middle of such a serious conversation she would have praised him and kissed him until they ran out of oxygen.

Fenrys moved the pasta into the dish, "No. I have already spoken to him. Elide also came to me after we left him at the hospital to assure me that it wasn't my fault." Asterin promised herself to text her later.

"Listen," she began, Fenrys looked at her exasperatedly, "Listen to me," she said in a harder tone, "these things cannot be avoided. It wasn't your fault and Lorcan doesn't think it is. I'm sure you'll do everything you can to help him on this path and I'm sure he'll appreciate every little gesture you make, even if he won't show it." they both grinned, knowing full well that Lorcan would never show an ounce of feeling for anyone other than Elide.

When Fenrys did not answer immediately, continuing to eat in silence, Asterin squeezed his fingers still wrapped around hers, "I'm sorry, however, that this happened."

He looked at her, his expression pained, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. It's your birthday and now you're sad."

Asterin snorted, "Stupid, I don't care if it's my birthday. If you're feeling bad, I want to talk about it and make you feel better."

His eyes softened a little, then he whispered, "I love you, very much." Fenrys seemed to remember something important at that moment, "I've brought you presents," he announced as he stood up. Asterin stiffened, leaning forward to his now empty place, confused, "Gifts? S meaning, more than one?"

The boy returned with four packages in his hand, all poorly wrapped. He had a half smile on his face and Asterin would have been satisfied with that little bit of happiness for today.

She thanked him silently when he put them in her lap, leaving a soft kiss on her lips. She opened them one by one and when she took the biggest one, she realized it was fluffy. She opened it curious to find out which sweatshirt of his he had given her, but it was not a sweatshirt. It was a rectangular pillow with a picture of his ass printed on it. They laughed until they cried and then moved into the living room after finishing dinner.

They spent the rest of the evening talking and kissing and when it got late they went to bed, where Fenrys seemed to forget all about Lorcan and the lost game, while he showed her exactly just how much he loved her.

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[gradianjackie]

Be My Infinity || Patrick & Jackie

Tagging: Jackie, @patrick-clarington​

When: Tuesday, May 4th

Where: Patrick & Jackie’s Home

Warnings: Tons of fluff 

Notes: Patrick asks a very important question on their one year anniversary. 

Patrick 

Patrick had spent the last month preparing for their anniversary. He wanted so desperately to make it perfect for Jackie. It had been an incredible year for him, even in the months when he was away undercover. Through all of the relationships and hook ups he’d been through before, he’d never felt as comfortable, safe and happy as he had with Jackie. She was his everything and he needed her to know that. So, for the past month he had been travelling back and forth from Newcastle on his days off to attend cooking lessons. He wanted so badly to make a decent meal of spaghetti for them both as a reminder of their first date at the Italian restaurant. Knowing he had a few minutes left before Jackie got home from her dance classes, Patrick checked on the food quickly before lighting the candle he’d placed on the middle of their table and took a deep breath. Never before in his whole life had he been as nervous as he was tonight.

Jackie

Words couldn’t begin to explain how amazing this last year had been. Never did she think she’d meet someone who would capture her heart and prove to her how amazing life could be. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world with Patrick, she has never felt so loved and appreciated. Even in their months apart while he was gone for his job her love still grew for him everyday. That for her really set things in stone for her. It really let her know how much she wants to hold on to him forever. Now here they are the day of their anniversary. She wished she could have taken the day off but she was happy to spend the morning with her students. But she was even more excited to come home to Patrick. She got home as quickly as she could, her smile growing every second and her heart beating in anticipation. When she stepped in she looked around, “Babe, I’m home! I missed you so much today.” She started to smell the food though, her smile grew. Did he cook for them?

Patrick 

When Jackie walked through the door, Patrick’s nerves increased tenfold and his heart was beating like crazy. God, he loved her so much. Her smile though helped ease some of Patrick’s nerve and his smile mirrored hers. “I missed you more! Now, you’ve got a bit of time to relax a bit or freshen up before dinner.” He glanced back into the kitchen for a moment to make sure nothing was burning. “I’m making spaghetti but before you protest, I promise I won’t burn the pasta this time. I found someone in Newcastle to give me some lessons so I could make you something nice for our anniversary.

Jackie

Just the sight of him never failed to make her heart skip a beat, "I would love that, I want to be properly dressed for such a wonderful occasion." She teased, but it was true she wanted to properly celebrate their anniversary. And her outfit she wore for the class truly didn't fit the occasion, especially since he prepared a meal for them. Her lips parted in surprise at his words, "Patrick..." She said softly, waiting for him to finish. "You did all of that for our anniversary? Goodness I love you so much." Jackie couldn't help but set her bag down and move over to him to steal a kiss. "You are the sweetest, even after that long job of yours and all that paper work you still found time for this."

Patrick 

To Patrick, Jackie looked incredible in everything she wore but he thought she might like the chance to dress up. “We have to take the chance to dress up when we can because we don’t get the chance when we’re working a lot.” He blushed lightly as Jackie told him she loved him. He would never get sick of hearing her say that. “I wanted to make it really special so I didn’t mind. It was just a couple of times a week and I’d usually aim to do it after a night shift because you’d usually still be asleep so I wouldn’t miss any time with you.” Touching her cheek, Patrick leant in to give her another kiss. He could never get enough of being able to kiss and touch Jackie whenever he had the chance.

Jackie

"At least we look amazing whatever we wear to work." She complimented, "But we look just as amazing dressed up too." Jackie could go on and on with her compliments for him. Being able to see that smile and blush only encouraged her. "It is special, it is so special." She could melt right then and there. "You really did think of everything didn't you?" Her hands moved to rest on his sides as their lips met again, tilting her head into his touch. Not being able to help but press more soft kisses to his lips, she could never get enough of him, especially since he's come back home. "Dinner... and freshening up..." Jackie mumbled against his lips with a smile, trying her best to pull away from him.

Patrick 

“That’s true. It’s actually unfair to everyone else how good we both look all the time,” he laughed, his grin growing. He was so happy that Jackie loved that he had been trying to learn to cook a decent meal for her. She deserved it for being so amazing. He bit his lip for a moment when she spoke again about him thinking of everything before recovering with a smile. “I hope I did anyway.” He wanted to stay in this moment and embrace with Jackie forever but he knew she was right, giving her another quick peck before stepping back. “You’re right. I need to check on the food so I’ll let you get changed. I think I can handle letting you go for a few minutes.”

Jackie

"The audacity of us, I don't know how we get away with it." Hearing his laugh never failed to make her whole face brighten up. Her fingers ran up and down his sides, feeling herself already disappearing into their little bubble. "I'm sure you did, babe. The fact that you thought of all of this alone already makes today amazing." She chuckled once he stepped away, finding her lifting her arms already wanting to hug him again. Pausing though, "You know what else is unfair how hard it is to be away from you." She admitted before sighing, "But yes, yes....I'll be right back before you know it." Jackie said before stepping away and going into their room to get changed.

Patrick 

Patrick watched with a smile as Jackie left the room and turned his attention back to the food. The sauce and meatballs were finished and the pasta was minutes away. Thank god nothing had burned so far. Turning away from the food for a moment, Patrick looked over at the table again to make sure everything was ready. Everything had to be perfect. He desperately wanted to make sure everything was perfect so the another surprise he had would hopefully also work out. His hand found its way into his pocket to make sure the small box was still settled safely in there before he looked up as Jackie re-entered the room. “Okay, how is it fair for you to look that good?” He asked, his grin returning.

Jackie

Jackie quickly freshened up, fixing her hair and make up, her hair moving from a ponytail to her curls resting on her shoulders. It took her quite a few moments though to finally pick a dress to wear, finally deciding on a new red one that she had gotten. She tried her best to stay a little more casual even if she loved any chance to dress up. Finally checking herself in the mirror, feeling her excitement growing by the second. When she stepped out and heard his compliment a blush immediately deepened on her cheeks. Doing a little spin to show off the dress. "That is always my goal to be completely unfair." She teased before walking over to him again, her arms opening up. "The food smells amazing, it makes me think of our very first date."

Patrick

Every time that Patrick looked at Jackie, it was almost like he fell in love all over again. He didn’t think it was possible for that to even happen but ever since he’d met Jackie, it seemed that anything was possible. His grin grew at her spin and he quickly wrapped her back in his arms again. “Well, you’re definitely exceeding your goal!” Pressing a kiss to her cheek, he glanced over at the food again. “I hope it tastes good too. It should be done in a second so why don’t you take a seat and I’ll serve it up.” Giving Jackie another quick kiss, he led her over to the table and pulled out the chair for her to sit down. Pouring a glass of wine for them both, he flashed Jackie a smile as he headed back over to the food to turn it off and started serving it up. “The good news is that the pasta didn’t burn this time.”

Jackie

Another laugh escaped her as he wrapped his arms around her again, her hands moving to wrap around his neck. She couldn't help but want to hold him close again, even for a moment. Getting lost in his gaze for a moment, "You are too, too handsome for words." Little moments like these when she was in his arms only reminded her of how lucky she felt to have him in her life. She never thought a year ago that she would be where she is now. Completely and totally in love with such a wonderful man. "I am sure it will, you made it with love. So that alone will make it amazing." She assured finally nodding, "I'm so excited to try it." Letting him lead her to the table, "Such a gentleman too." Watching him as she served up the food, "I knew you could do it, pasta can be a pain to get a hang of. But you seem to be doing it wonderfully."

Patrick 

Patrick finished serving up the pasta and took the plates over to the table. He placed one serving down in front of Jackie before sitting down opposite her. “I just hope we don’t get food poisoning as that will put a real dampener on our anniversary,” he laughed, picking up his glass and holding it out to Jackie. “I just want to say, before we possibly die, that I can’t believe we’ve been together for a whole year now. It honestly feels like yesterday when you first showed up at my door and stayed all weekend and now you live here with me. Thanks for sticking by me for this long and happy anniversary!”

Jackie

Jackie shook her head at his words laughing along with him, "Oh darling, I doubt that will happen. Maybe you'll need teach me a few things after I realize how amazing your cooking skills are." When he picked up his glass she picked hers up as well, finding her smile growing again. Her heart fluttering at his words, "Patrick...thank you for sticking with me. It has been the most wonderful year of my life. Thank you for showing me the most wonderful kind of happiness and how great it is to open your heart to the right person. I feel so lucky to be able to hold your heart and keep it safe and have you do the same for mine."

Patrick 

Her words made Patrick’s heart soar and he reached across the table to touch Jackie’s free hand. “Honestly, it’s been an honour to be able to call you mine and to be able to hold your heart. I love you so much, Jackie.” Smiling, he gently clinked their glasses together and took a sip. “Alright, I guess we better try the food and see how bad it really is.” Putting down his glass, Patrick picked up his fork and swirled up some of the pasta. “Okay, here goes,” he mused before putting the fork in his mouth. He chewed for a moment before shrugging. “It’s actually not bad.”

Jackie 

Jackie squeezed his hand once he took hers, getting lost in his eyes. Almost hoping that when their eyes met he could realize all the love she's feeling for him. "I love you too, Patrick. So much." Gladly taking a sip of the wine after their glasses clinked. So excited to finally try the food, setting down her own glass after him. Once she tried the food her face lit up all over again. "Not that bad? It is so good! The sauce, the seasonings and especially the noodles." The last part she teased, "It tastes great and it pairs perfectly with the wine too." Already finding herself twirling her fork again to get more of the pasta. "You need to be careful showing off these skills, I'll be craving pasta so much more now."

Patrick 

The blush that appeared on his face at Jackie’s compliment was bright red and he bit his lip as he smiled. “Really? I know it’s just my first try but I’m just super glad it’s not all burnt and crunchy.” He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment as he took another mouthful of pasta. “I still have so much that I would love to learn from you but I’m so glad that you like it,” he replied, taking a drink. “How did the classes go today?”

Jackie

Seeing that blush on his face only made her smile grow, "Yes, really. I didn't have this much luck with my first pasta dish." He deserved the praise and compliments for his hard work, the food really was good. "You know I'll always love teaching you, maybe we could even take classes together too. Learn something new." Making future plans of things for them to do together was one of her favorite things. "Oh they went so well!" She started before taking another drink. "The beginners class is getting so well at putting together choreography for a dance. I think I might be able to put them in a recital this summer. I am sure the parents would love a chance to see that."

Patrick

The compliments were just making Patrick’s smile grow along with the blush. Only Jackie was able to make him feel so incredibly proud at being able to do something as simple as cooking pasta. “That would be really fun. There were some couples there cooking together and it reminded me of that camping trip we took together when we cooked pizza.” Whenever Patrick thought about his future, Jackie was always there right beside him. That’s why tonight felt so important to him. He had to make sure he asked her at the right time. “That would be so cute! The beginners are always the ones that seem to be having the most fun too so I bet their parents would love seeing that.”

Jackie

Jackie instantly remembered that day, she always would. Not only how many memories they were able to make, but their first 'I love you' how it came so naturally for them. She sighed happily, "That was an amazing day wasn't it? We need to take more camping trips." It always felt like there were a world of possibilities of things she knew she wanted to experience with him. "But those cooking classes are totally on the list." All of these plans felt so much more exciting since he came home too, she wanted to make up for all the lost time. "Wouldn't it?" She gushed, "Goodness they are just getting better everyday and I would love to show off their talents before any of them move classes at the end of the cycle. The parents would be so proud, I know I am." It felt amazing that he always supported her teaching and seemed to really understand why she loved it so much. "Even the teens and adults are doing well too, one of them is really wanting to to London for school. To study dance." She could go on and on though, "What about you though? How was work?"

Patrick 

Patrick smiled as he remembered the trip and how it had been the start of the next step of their relationship. It was just one of many great memories he had with Jackie. “Maybe now that I’m back and the weather is getting warmer we can go away again soon.” Being away from Jackie for months had really cemented the fact for Patrick that he wanted to do everything he could with her, including things he never thought he would. “I’ll have to come by and watch a class again. Or if you do the recital, I’ll have to come by and watch the kids before they all grow up and move on.” Listening to Jackie flaking about dance was one of his favourite things. Her passion was just incredible. “That’s amazing! I bet they’ll kill it over there.” He shrugged though at her question about his work. After taking a drink, he replied, “Eh, same old. But good news is that I’ve finally finished the paperwork for my time away undercover so I can finally go back out in the field again!”

Jackie

"I would just love that, another little holiday with you. I think you especially deserve it." While he was away she swore that she made so many plans of things they could do once he got back. It was one of those things that made all of the days that passed easier. "You should! They miss you. When you were gone they even went on and on about you. They thought it was the coolest thing when you came and visited." It was always a highlight of her day when either of them could visit each other at work. She sighed though at what he said next. "It'll never get easier to see students go though, even if I am so proud of them." When he spoke she enjoyed more of the pasta. Her smile growing at his relief. "Finally? Thank goodness, sitting around with all that paper work can't be fun. The action must seriously make work that much easier."

Patrick 

“Maybe we can head over to Scotland and you can show me around your hometown?” Taking a few more bites of the pasta, Patrick smiled as Jackie mentioned the kids missing him. He loved getting a chance to visit Jackie when he could and he especially loved playing with the kids when they finished the class. “I love those kids. I really wasn’t into the idea of ever having kids until I met those little cuties.” He gave Jackie a sad smile. “I imagine that is what teachers feel all the time in schools when kids graduate and grow up. I bet Nate feels like that too.” Patrick thought for a moment about what Jackie said before nodding in agreement. “It really does. But I do forget it’s much quieter around here than it was while I was away working. But the quiet is nice and much less stressful.”

Jackie

Jackie's eyes lit up at the idea, "I would love nothing more. You can meet my family too if you'd want to. I mean actually get to meet them in person, but still." There are so many things that she would love for him to see and experience. "They could convince a person of anything couldn't they? Teaching them has done the same for me." She nodded at what he said next, "Gosh I really need to ask him how he can handle it. I am so happy for them though, I just have to try to focus on that." She shook her head, she can't think about that stuff now, there was still a lot of time left with them. "Is there one you like more? I must imagine it's nice to have a lot to do, but I'd imagine the stress with it being busy would just be...so much."

Patrick 

Patrick smiled at the look in Jackie’s eyes. He knew how much she wanted to take him to meet her family. “Of course I want to meet them in person! They mean so much to you so I want to get to know them. Besides, you’ve met all of my siblings so it’s only fair.” He’d actually very recently spoken to her parents with the help of Nate but he wasn’t ready to mention that just yet. “It’s because they’re so cute. Cuteness wins everybody over. I should know!” He teased with a grin. “I guess you just have to think about how you’ve done everything you can for them and now it’s up to them to live their lives.” He nodded in agreement with Jackie’s statement. “I think I like a bit of both. But it is really nice having a lot to do, but only if I can do it here with all my family and friends. And you, of course.”

Jackie

Jackie chuckled softly, “I’m afraid my parents won’t be as exciting.” She teased, “But I’m sure they will love you, especially with how much I’ve gushed about you and how happy you make me.” Her smile grew, “Cute people have so much power. I don’t know how you handle it.” She complimented again. Her smile softened though at what he said next, “You’re right...you always seem to know what to say. You know that right?” He always knew the words that would make any worry of hers float away, regardless of the size. “Family and friends really make any place better doesn’t it? Maybe they’ll have more chances for you to travel again. As long as they don’t keep you away for too long. If I ask nicely enough maybe I could come with you.”

Patrick 

Patrick grinned. “I’m sure they’ll be exciting but it’s definitely hard to beat the amount of drama and excitement the Clarington family brings to the table. I’m just picturing a family dinner and it would definitely end with either a death or an arrest.” As much as he joked about his family, he did love all of his siblings; most of the time anyway. “I hope so anyway. I love you like a ridiculous amount so I hope they don’t hate me.” With a shrug, Patrick finished off his pasta and picked up his glass. “It’s honestly a burden. But you would already know that since you’re much cuter than I am.” Finishing off his glass, Patrick shrugged again. “Really? I’m not great at giving advice so I’m glad I said the right thing this time.” The idea of taking Jackie along with him for another work stint was music to Patrick’s ears. “I’m sure you could. I’ll just have to put some extra security in to keep you safe if I end up undercover again but I would never let you get hurt.”

Jackie 

"I doubt they would, but even in the crazy insane chance that they do that wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't change how much I love you and how important you are to me. They would just have to learn to love you." That is one thing she always hoped he always knew is that he would always be in her life. She would stay for as long as he wanted her around. Nothing could change that, she would never want to lose the special love that they have. Jackie chuckled though, "It is quite a weight on my shoulders, truly." She teased before finally finishing the pasta. "You always do, babe." Even his smile could make things better. "I know you wouldn't, I trust you with my life. If it could be done safely for you and your work I'd love that. I would even stay at where you live the whole time if it meant that I got to start and end the days with you."

Patrick 

“Well, I’m very good at impressing parents so I’ll just have to pull out all the stops to make sure they love me.” He laughed, knowing that it wouldn’t get to that point but it was still nice knowing that Jackie would still want to be with him either way. “That’s the best part of my day, when I get to start and end it with you. Or even come home after a night shift and being able to climb in bed with you.” Patrick climbed out of his seat and moved around the table collecting their dishes and taking them into the kitchen. He came back out and sat down next to Jackie with a smile. “So, I cheated with dessert and bought a cake from Bethany’s bakery but I had something I wanted to say before we had some.”

Jackie 

"If you're not too careful they may end up loving you more than their daughter with just how charming you are." Jackie said with a grin, it was hard not to when she got to hear his laugh. "Oh now that may be one of the best ways to wake up, with your arms wrapped around me." She sighed contently, "How I manage to still cuddle up in my sleep is amazing to me." Thanking him as he took the dishes, hoping she could help him with them later. When he sat down her eyes moved to his, reaching for his hand. Even just dinner was too long not being connected to him. "Grace's is amazing, you made a perfect choice." Plus he took the time to cook she'd hope he made something easy on himself. "Of course, I'm all ears." Even turning her body towards his, wanting to give him all of her attention.

Patrick 

“I highly doubt that. From what I’ve heard about them, you mean such a great deal to them. That’s why I hope they like me too.” Jackie’s content sign made his heart soar. “I guess that’s just one of those things we’ll never know the answer to.” Taking Jackie’s hand helped ease the nerves that had started building again. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. This was Jackie and the way their eyes met reminded him of how much she adored him. He swallowed hard for a moment before he began to talk. “Jackie, I just want you to know that you have completely changed my life. Before I met you, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to feel this way about someone. I didn’t think you could love someone with such an intensity. After losing my mother, I just completely shut down and didn’t want to feel anything ever again. I didn’t want to love anyone again because I was so scared of losing them and having to feel that pain all over again.” Pausing for a moment, he blinked away the tears that were forming and leant forward to press a kiss to Jackie’s cheek. “But after being shut down for so long, I met you. At first, I just loved spending time with you. I loved our flirty banter and the ease of our conversations. I don’t even really know when things changed from attraction to falling in love. I just know that they did and suddenly I was so scared of losing you. Of feeling so much pain that I wouldn’t be able to cope and it would destroy me forever. But then you made me realise that it’s okay to fall in love and it’s okay to open myself up again. That’s when I realised that whenever we talked about forever, I meant it.” Pausing again, Patrick’s free hand slipped into his pocket and pulled out the small box. “I guess what I really wanted to say the most is that I love you. I promise to love you forever. And I just want to know...” he pushed the chair he was sitting in back slightly so he could move forward and kneel on one knee in front of Jackie.

Opening the box, he held it out to Jackie. Inside was a white gold ring with a diamond in the centre with a ruby on either side. He wanted to find a way to include the colour red as a reminder of the roses he first sent Jackie and also of her favourite colour. “Jacqueline St. James, will you do me the incredible honour of choosing to be my forever?”

Jackie

As he spoke her heart couldn't prepare her for his words. Her heart ached but soared at the same time. She remembered those days like it was yesterday. Jackie's hand moved to his cheek for a moment, her thumb brushing along his skin. She was ready to wipe away any of his tears even if she felt her own welling up in her eyes. His words were warming her heart, she felt every single thing he said. She was looking back on the memories like they were yesterday. Jackie remembered how much her heart ached when she saw him hurt but how relieved she was when she was able to prove her dedication to him. Before she knew it she knew her words of forever were ones that she really meant. And she will always mean them, for forever. But nothing could prepare her for when she saw him pull the small box out of his pocket, surprise were written all over her face. Her heart swelling while also feeling it like it could beat out of her chest. "Patrick, darling..." She whispered, "I love you too." God, she could barley muster up any words. A gasp escaped her though when he opened the box to reveal a ring, the most beautiful ring. Her eyes darting between his and the ring. It was her favorite color, the color of the roses he first got her, the color she shared that she loved when they took their time to sit down and get to know each other. "Oh my god," Was all she could say at first, but the brightest smile spread on her face, already feeling the tears rolling down her cheeks. "Yes, it would be the most incredible honor I could ever have. I would be the luckiest person in the world...." She rambled before finally moving for her hands to rest on his cheeks before pulling him in for a kiss.

Patrick 

The silence between them as he watched Jackie process what he’d just asked was the scariest moment Patrick had encountered since he’d found out his mother was sick all those years ago. Tears were running down his own cheeks as he held his breath waiting for Jackie’s response until her face light up with the brightest smile he had ever seen and she finally spoke. He wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly at first but Jackie really had said yes and then she kissed him. The box fell from his grip as his arms wrapped around Jackie and he lifted them both to their feet so he could hold her close as they kissed. The nerves finally melted away and he finally realized that Jackie did want to marry him and she also meant it when she had said forever.

Jackie

As they kissed her thumbs brushed against his cheeks, wiping his tears away. There was no other answer but yes, she could even admit that she knew it at the start. Especially as their feelings developed and grew, she meant it when she said forever. She was ready for it for whatever that forever entailed, she would be happy as long as she got to spend it with him. Now being able to be his wife for forever? That sounded like a dream come true. All she could hope was that he could feel her love and happiness as they kissed. Giggling against his lips as he lifted her up, one of her hands moved into his hair. "I love you, I love you, god I love you so much." She mumbled against his lips. Only parting slightly to brush her nose against his, "You make me so happy you know that, right? With every single day, even more now. God I'm so lucky."

Patrick 

Her giggle had him grinning against her lips and still grinning as she pulled back slightly. Being away from Jackie for so long had been the trigger for Patrick to realize that he wanted to marry her. The distance was enough for him to know that he didn’t want to be away for Jackie for that long again and that he always wanted to be able to start and end his day with her by his side. Patrick could feel her tears on her cheek and he pulled back a little further to kiss them all away. “I love you more than I think I’ll ever be able to tell you.” Pressing another kiss to Jackie’s lips, he rested his head against hers with another smile. “I’m really glad. I just want to do everything I can to make you happy because you make me so incredibly happy.”

Jackie 

"Then we'll just show each other as often as we can." When his forehead rested on hers she finally let her eyes open, almost instantly getting lost in his. "I didn't think it was possible to feel this happy, but you manage to prove to me that it's possible every single day." Her voice still soft, her eyes sparkling with love. "I'm just...goodness I can barely put together words or thoughts." She laughed softly, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "I am just so glad that you gave me a chance, that you trusted me. With your story, with your concerns and with your heart. I know how hard that was, how scary it was for both of us to open our hearts....but for some reason it always felt right." Her thumb brushed along his cheek, "And I am so glad it does. I use to feel like when people talked about finding their person...or their soulmate and I just thought it was a story. You made that real for me, Patrick. You made falling in love and loving myself all over again a reality." Jackie couldn't help but feel herself tear up again. "And now I'm lucky enough to call you my fiance....my soon to be husband."

Patrick 

When their eyes met, Patrick instantly felt at ease. He loved how easily he could just get lost in her eyes. As she spoke again, he listened intently, never dropping his gaze. “I’m just so glad that you were happy to give me the time and space that I needed to get myself to a point where I could let you in. And that you were willing to open your heart to me despite how scared you were. You’re right though. Everything between us has always just felt right.” His fingers stroked her hip as Jackie continued to talk. “I get that. After watching Hunter marry Levi and knowing that he was able to find someone who loved him even though he’s a massive pain in the ass, I realised that maybe you can find that person. Then I met you and I just knew you were someone special. I’m really glad that I made it all a reality for you.”  Patrick saw her eyes fill with tears again and he pressed a kiss to her lips with a smile. “I can’t believe I get to marry you.”

Jackie 

"I would do anything for you," Her voice soft, "We both needed someone to lean on, someone to prove to us how much good there could be in the world." When she felt his touch on her hip her smile grew. Laughing when he talked about Hunter and Levi, "I will forever be thankful for that." She said softly, still smiling against his lips as they kissed. "It almost feels like a dream still." Jackie admitted, "But I can't wait...It'll be the one of the best days ever." One of her hands moving up to wipe some of her tears away, "Oh my gosh I can't even control my emotions I'm just feeling so many of them." Chuckling softly before sighing, "This was perfect, babe. Everything is, you are..." She rambled off again, she had a feeling she would be either speechless or rambling for quite awhile after this. "There aren't even words..."

Patrick 

“And I would do anything for you, my love,” he replied with a small smile. As Jackie started talking again  and got overwhelmed with various emotions, Patrick just held her close and listened with a smile. “I know how you feel. I’ve been a mess of emotions all day. I couldn’t even concentrate at work.” He laughed. “I mean, I’m often distracted at work but that’s not the point.” His smile returned. “But it’s okay that you’re a bit overwhelmed. That’s why I thought for dessert we could just have some cake and you can pick a movie and we’ll just veg out in front of the TV.”

Jackie

The way he held her close as she talked about all the emotions that were overwhelming her made her heart swell even more. "I don't know how you managed to do it, keeping something in like this." She laughed, "God I would have wanted to tell you as soon as I got the ring, if I were you." Her fingers started to brush through his hair. His next words though made her expressions soften. "Patrick...goodness you really did think of everything didn't you? You know me so well. I promise though that I'm overwhelmed in the best way though." A bright smile on her face, "A kind of happy I didn't even realize was possible."

Patrick 

He laughed as Jackie talked about him keeping it a secret. “I bought the ring before I went away undercover but I wasn’t sure when I was going to ask you until I was away and realised I wanted to ask you sooner rather than later. Then when I got back I went to Nate and asked him to help me get in contact with your parents so I could let them know that I was asking you and that I couldn’t wait to meet them in person soon. Then I just had to get the balls to actually ask you!” His head tilted slightly towards Jackie’s fingers and Patrick smiled. “I know. I just know how I felt getting myself to a point to able to ask you so I knew how much it would be for you, especially since it was a surprise.” His smile grew even bigger. “You are, and always will be, my everything. I just want you to know that.”

Jackie 

Jackie's heart melted, "Oh Patrick that is so cute, I could just melt!" She gushed, her bright smile only grow. "You got to talk to my brother and my parents?" Jackie hid her face against his chest for a moment, trying so hard not to squeal. "Oh my gosh I bet they were so happy to meet you." She mumbled before finally picking her head up to meet his eyes. "I love you so much you know that right? You did it perfectly, this all went so well. And the fact that you've had it for that long?" Jackie sighed happily, "Thank goodness we have a whole night together so I can just feel all of these amazing feelings." A soft laugh escaping her, before she finally kissed him again. "You are mine too, my whole world. You always will be."

Patrick 

Patrick blushed behind his smile. “I even FaceTimed with them so they could see my face. It’s much harder to impress with just my voice,” he teased. “They were really nice and I think your mother really likes me. I’m not sure about your father but he did smile a few times so I must have said something right.” He pressed a kiss to her hair when her face hid against his chest. “I know. I love you too. But it’s always nice to hear you say it,” he replied with a grin. “I can always call in sick tomorrow if we need more time to feel these feelings.” His laugh mirrored Jackie’s before their lips met again. He knew he’d never get tired of her kisses.

Jackie 

"They got to see your adorable face? You must have just won them over as soon as their facetime connected." She teased, her thumb brushing along his cheek." Just the sight of his smile never failed to make her want to melt. "Oh really? That is perfect! I just spoke to them the other day and they let off no hints at all! They must have been determined to make this perfect too." Her smile grew when he kissed her head. Her eyes lit up though at what he said next. "I could have a whole second day to cuddle with my soon to be husband?" She asked hopefully "I think I can take the day off too." There were only a few private lessons she had, but those could always be rescheduled. Especially for a day that she could get to spend with Patrick.

Patrick 

“I think your mother might have actually swooned,” he teased with a smirk. “It might be the reason why your father might not like me so much. But I told them when I was going to do it so I guess they didn’t want to ruin the surprise by telling you beforehand.” He shrugged. “I feel like I deserve an extra day with my wife-to-be, especially after being away from her for so long. I’m sure the captain will forgive me.” If all else failed, he could always just make up the time somewhere else. “Maybe we should take him some food though, just in case.”

Jackie

Jackie couldn’t help but chuckle, “I don’t blame her, with that charm and award winning smile.” That smirk made her eyes wander down to his lips for a moment, “You are never fair.” She mumbled before continuing, “I’m sure he will warm up to you once he meets you though.” Her hands moved down to rest on his chest, “He will have to but I will gladly break out some cookies and puppy dog eyes to really remind him how important this extra day off is.” She thought, remembering what his favorites were. “But I think me being sad about you being away too long should make him say yes in a heart beat. I gave him so much trouble when you were gone.”

Patrick 

Patrick shrugged. “I swear I didn’t mean to charm her but sometimes I just can’t help it.” The smirk morphed into a large grin. “I hope so. I’m excited to meet them both in person.” He really couldn’t wait to spend time with what were now his future in-laws and learn more about what Jackie had been like as a child. “I think the cookies and puppy dog eyes might be enough just help butter him up though. But I feel like he should have expected trouble from you for sending me away that long.”

Jackie

"Well now we need to go see them soon, especially when there is such great news to celebrate!" Her own grin matching his, "There is so much for me to show you and just so much to do there." But she nodded at his mention of cookies, there were a few recipes that she new could be put together pretty quickly. "Cookies and puppy dog eyes it is. At least for tonight we are free right? We can enjoy that cake and cuddle up together. I bet you made an amazing choice with the cake too."

Patrick 

“We might as well make a big trip of it and make it a road trip. I’m overdue to take some time off anyway.” He nodded. “I can’t wait to see all of your favourite places from your childhood.” Patrick gave Jackie a quick kiss before nodding again. “Definitely. I’m not even on call so nothing can pull me away from cake and cuddles with my beautiful fiancé. I went with the traditional chocolate cake because it’s always a good choice.”

Jackie

Jackie's eyes lit up all over again at the idea, "Yes please! We can get all our favorite snacks, make a playlist...oh it'll be amazing!" She clapped her hands together for a moment before resting her hands on his chest again."There are so many great things to show you, even an Italian place you'll love." Jackie rambled on before sighing, "Not even on call? Oh that's perfect." She couldn't help but reach up and steal another kiss. "The best choice, nothing else could compare." Finally glancing down to the box on the floor, chuckling softly. "I think we may have forgotten one thing."

Patrick 

Patrick loved the way Jackie’s eyes light up she talked about their future trip. “I’ll handle the snacks, you handle the playlist.” If there was one thing Patrick knew he could handle, it was buying way too much food. “I do love myself some Italian.” He replied with a grin. “One of the guys owed me so they’re on call for tonight instead.” His eyes followed Jackie’s down to the box on the floor and he laughed before bending down to pick it up. “Yes, I feel like this was the most important part.” He was still chuckling as he removed the ring from the box and gently placed it on Jackie’s ring finger. “Oh wow, it actually fits! I really wasn’t sure about the size so I let the lady at the jewellers pick the size for me. I must call and thank her!”

Jackie

"Perfect, the most perfect pair actually." She felt like she would be in this wonderful mood for forever after tonight. She was happy about anything and everything. Already making plans in her mind for them. "I may need to make cookies for him too." Jackie gladly held out her hand for him to put on the ring, feeling her heart swell all over again. "Not only does it fit but it is so beautiful!" She gushed before bringing her hand up to admire the ring. "It was just meant to be was't it? I'll have to thank her too. I swear this is better than any ring I could have imagined." Finally her eyes moved back to his, "But I think I love it so much more because you picked it."

Patrick 

Patrick loved thinking about their future together and all of the fun and amazing things they would get to do together. “Maybe we should just make a batch for the whole station.” Seeing Jackie wearing the ring he had bought was such an amazing feeling. He still couldn’t believe she’d said yes. “I’m really glad you love it. I looked at so many different ones and the lady mentioned that I can customise a ring if I want because nothing was quite right.” He smiled as their eyes met again. “Well, whenever you’re ready, let me know and I’ll cut us some pieces of cake and you pick the movie for us to watch. I really just want to cuddle with you all night.”

Jackie

Jackie nodded, a bright smile still on her face, "That would be perfect, we'll have to try our best not to get too distracted by each other though." She teased, really loving any chance she had to bake with him. Hearing the story of him picking the ring though warmed her heart. "You really did all of that?" Jackie sighed happily, "You are warming my heart. You made such a great choice, I love it. It's like it tells so much of our story on it's own." She glanced down at the ring again for a moment, before nodding. "Yes, yes as much as I'd love to stay in your arms I'll be back there soon." Jackie said before laughing softly, "Maybe choose a cute rom com or Disney movie to bask in all these emotions." Finally pressing one more quick kiss to his lips before heading into the living room.

Patrick

Patrick grinned. “I can’t help but get distracted by you.” As much as loved learning about cooking with Jackie, he knew it took him much longer than it should because he was so easily distracted by her. “I did. I just wanted the ring to be perfect. I know everybody says that the ring isn’t what’s important but since you’re going to be wearing it for the rest of your life, I really wanted you to like it.” Smiling after Jackie, he headed into the kitchen to cut two pieces of cake before following her into the living room. “So, what did you decide?” He asked as he handed Jackie her piece of cake and sat down beside her.

Jackie

"Well I love it, so much. It is quickly becoming one of my favorite things ever. Next to you of course." She teased. Setting up the couch for them, getting their most comfortable blanket so they can really relax and enjoy the movie. Finally she was scrolling through Disney+ when he came back in. Patting the spot next to her before she took the plate. "Oh babe, this looks so good." Not being able to help but wiggle from excitement in her spot. "Oh yes, movies." She said after another moment, "I was tied between Mulan, The Little Mermaid or 13 going on 30."

Patrick 

“You’re definitely still my favourite thing,” he replied with a soft smile. Somehow Jackie just made him so soft and loving. Her wiggle of excitement turned his smile into a grin as he leant over to kiss her cheek. “Have I told you that I love you today? Because you are the cutest!” Listening to the movie options, Patrick hummed to himself for a moment. “I think such a cheesy and romantic night calls for a cheesy and romantic movie. Let’s go for 13 going on 30!”

Jackie

Jackie couldn't help but pout for a second before caving and smiling, "You are so cute you know that right? You are making my heart melt!" When he kissed her cheek her own smile grew even more. "I think you've said it a few times today, but I wouldn't mind hearing it a few more times." Finding a blush quickly growing on her cheeks. "You're even cuter." She complimented, "I totally agree, cheesy and romantic is perfect. I'll try not to melt from all the cute." Jackie gushed before pressing play then taking a bite of the cake. "Oh now this makes today even more perfect."

Patrick 

Patrick grinned at Jackie’s pout. She always looked so incredibly cute. “I’d apologise but I’m not sorry,” he replied with a shrug. “I love you, Jackie. I can’t wait to enjoy forever with you.” He leant over to kiss Jackie’s cheek again as she blushed and nuzzled into her neck. “Let’s just stay here forever in this moment, okay? I want to enjoy this cheesy and romantic night forever.”

Jackie 

“I suppose I can forgive you.” She teased with a smile, it felt hard to not have one on her face after tonight. “I love you too, my darling. It’ll be the best forever. I wouldn’t want to enjoy it with anyone else.” Jackie hummed happily as he nuzzled against her neck. One of her hands moving into his hair to hold him closer to her. “Can we please? I think we deserve for it to last as long as possible. In our happy little bubble.”

Patrick 

“Well that’s good because I wouldn’t want to lose you.” Her smile was so infectious and it always made Patrick want to smile. “I hope so. All I want is to be able to keep you happy forever. It’s only fair for how happy you make me.” He smiled against Jackie’s neck and nuzzled even further in. Just laying here with Jackie and being able to inhale her scent was a wonderful feeling. “Perfect, it’s settled then. We’ll stay here forever.”

Jackie 

“Don’t you know you’re stuck with me?” She teased, not being able to help but lean in and kiss his head. Feeling his smile against her next made her heart feel like it grew multiple sizes. Her fingers starting to move through his hair, “You have done an amazing job of it and you will continue to. I just know it.” She assured, loving the feeling of being this close to him. “Forever and ever?” She teased before cuddling closer to him.

Patrick 

“I am? Well, I guess I’m okay with that,” Patrick teased back, smiling when he felt her lips on his head. His eyes closed as her fingers moved through his hair. She always had a knack for making him feel so safe and loved. “Good, that’s good.” Patrick loved whenever he got to be in their little love bubble together and we’re able to disappear from the world for a moment. “Forever and ever.”

Jackie 

“You think you can manage with that?” She was quickly feeling herself get lost in their little bubble. All of this still felt like a dream, like she had to pinch herself to make sure it was all real. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. If anything I wonder if forever and ever would even be enough time for me to have with you. I think I might just need a little more.” It was true though, she would never not feel like for being able to spend forever with him. She’d always hope they would have all the time together and more. And now she’d get to spend that time as his wife. It was the most amazing feeling.

Patrick 

“I think I can. It will be a struggle but I’ll push through.” He laughed out loud for a moment before nuzzling into Jackie’s neck again. “Like, infinity? Or whatever it is that people say when they’re trying to win an argument about how much they love each other. I’d be okay with infinity.” It was almost like he’d known when he first met Jackie that he wanted to spend forever just getting to know her and enjoying their life together. And now they would be.

Jackie

"You are the strongest person I know." Jackie laughed about with him, before cuddling up with him again. Loving the feeling of him being so close to her, she stole another kiss at the top of his head again. She hummed as she thought of the word, "You know infinity has such a great ring to it." Sighing contently as she continued to move her fingers through his hair. "Infinity is going to the best, I just know it. So much time to make more memories, go on more adventures....and fall even more in love with each other. It'll be amazing."

Patrick 

“Only because of you.” Patrick pressed a kiss to Jackie’s neck as he hummed contently at the feel of her fingers in his hair. He moved his head a little to glance down at Jackie’s hand and the ring again. “Most definitely. I can’t wait to enjoy all of the memories throughout infinity with you. For now, I think we should watch this movie to end this perfect night. And the start of many more to come.”

Jackie

"You are tugging at my heart strings..." Jackie couldn't help but hum as well when he kissed her neck, but once she felt his head moved she glanced down. Holding her hand up as well, having a feeling he was looking at the same thing she was. "I think that sounds like a perfect idea, my love. What a great start to infinity..." She pressed another kiss to his head before finally turning on the movie.

#para #para:be my infinity #patrick

[drawlfoy]

Undertones

masterlist request guidelines please feed my inbox. she’s starving. requests are more open than ever!

pairing: draco x nonslytherin!reader

request: yes! thank you anon!

summary: non slytherin reader offers draco her scarf when she realizes he’s cold. he secretly wants to accept but he’s too afraid to ruin his reputation.

warnings: fluff idk. maybe foul language because *that’s me* but i write warnings before i write fics and i cannot foresee this going anywhere dirty

a/n: i’ve made spaghetti how many times? too many times. and yet every time i misjudge the amount of pasta sauce i need to heat up to match the amount of pasta. every single time. i don’t know what’s wrong with me but i can never fix this problem. i’m sorry this is random but i don’t think many people actually read this part so i’m kind of going off. the pasta is good  tho, i’m eating it right now. reply with “pasta” down below if you actually read this

music recs: shoot i’ve been listening to alvvays tbh

also, last thing: Y/H/N means your house name, Y/H/C means your house color(s) :) also O/H means other house... as in not your house or slytherin!!

word count: 1,435

The wind was howling outside, cold and biting, as Y/N settled into the bench next to her “friend”, Draco Malfoy.

They’d only begun to be civil to each other that year after they’d been forced together in potions. At first, it had been horrible, but eventually, Y/N and Draco came to a truce. The merciless teasing about her house ceased and Y/N stopped reminding him how much she hated him every day. 

And then there was Quidditch. You were both big fans of getting high marks in potions, but you were both even bigger fans of the game. Y/N was unfortunately rendered unable to play in 4th year, after a particular nasty crash messed up her leg, She was perfectly capable of attending games, however, and she was especially supportive of the Y/H/N team. 

This particular Saturday, Y/H/N was playing O/H. It was the first time this year that Slytherin wasn’t playing, so Y/N had thought it appropriate to invite Draco along with her.

She was beginning to regret her decision as she watched the blond boy sitting next to her complain.

“Why does it have to be so cold out?”

“Uh, I don’t know, Draco,” Y/N shot back. “It’s wintertime, maybe that plays a role?”

He huffed and dug his hands into his cloak pockets.

“Y/N, please at least let me feel sorry for myself in silence.” He pouted, pulling his hands out of his pockets and blowing on them. “I never should’ve come. It’s too cold out for this.”

Y/N’s heart stung a little at this comment. They both loved Quidditch, and sometimes it was all they talked about. She was cold too, but the love for the sport kept her glued to the spot. 

“Didn’t think you were such a wuss,” she grumbled, pulling her own down jacket tightly around her body. She’d abandoned their uniforms and had instead opted for her muggle winter gear--except for her Y/H/N scarf, which was pulled tightly around her neck. 

“I prefer realist,” he shot back. Draco’s voice wavered just a slight bit, and Y/N cast him another glance. She was shocked to see that he was actually shivering. 

“I’m cold too, Draco,” she retorted “But for some reason, I’m still here.”

No response was returned. Instead, comfortable silence between them rested as the yells of the other onlookers pulled her attention away from Draco. 

After the first 45 minutes, Y/N felt positively chilled. A quick glance at Draco confirmed that she was not alone in this feeling. Both were ill dressed for the occasion.

“Hey,” she began, inching a little closer to her potions partner, “Do you want my scarf?” 

Draco turned to look at her, eyeing her neck. He looked like, for a second, he was considering it.

“No,” he finally told her. “You need it more than me.”

“What do you mean, Draco?” Her voice cracked slightly from the cold air rushing into her mouth. “You’re just wearing a cloak. I have a full coat.”

“And you’re still shivering!”

“So are you!”

At this point, neither of them were paying any mind to the game in front of them. 

“Even if I was...cold,” Draco told her, his teeth chattering comically, “I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a Y/H/N scarf. Y/H/C doesn’t suit my pink undertones.”

“Oh. My. God.” Y/N rolled her eyes so hard they nearly reached the back of her head. “You are such a diva. Do you know how many people die during the winter from hypothermia? And you’re out here, refusing a scarf because it doesn’t compliment your undertones?”

“You know that’s not the real reason, dimwit,” he told her with a hushed voice. 

Y/N’s cheeks were no longer being bitten by just the wind--now they were red from Draco’s scathing words.

“No one really cares,” she whispered, her eyes falling to the ground. She knew that that was a blatant lie. 

“You know they do,” Draco answered, sighing and turning his attention back to the game.

Y/N only pretended to watch the game. In reality, she was trying to get her cheeks to stop flaming red with embarrassment. Perhaps she could blame the sudden flush on the cold, but Draco had to know. He had to know that he had, in a sense, rejected her, proving that his reputation was more important than sharing a sweet moment between the two of them.

Without the heat of an argument, Y/N settled back into her chilly state, quivering slightly with every new gust of wind. Pins and needles began to rush into her bare hands, forcing her to resort to sticking them inside her jacket like some kind of deranged penguin.

“Are you cold?” Draco asked.

“Er....yeah? Duh,” she responded, turning her head to face him with an unimpressed expression. “I thought we already went over this.”

Draco swallowed. His hands were shaking, harder than they were before. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought he was nervous, but it was cold enough out to excuse the behavior. 

“Give me your hands,” he demanded.

“Excuse me?” Y/N asked, bewildered from the sudden suggestion.

“You heard me. Give them here.” As if to prove that he was being serious, he stuck his own hands out expectantly,

Hesitantly, Y/ drew her hands out of her jacket and held them out to him. He grasped them, pulling them to his chest and rubbing his hands back and forth. She was pleasantly surprised with how warm his core was. (a/n: the word core is ruined for me because of smut and i promise that that isn’t what i was trying to imply)

“I thought you said you were cold.”

“I thought you appreciated my dramatic flair.” Draco exaggerated a frown, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles. 

This was new. While they were on better terms and had done a fair bit of things that friends did, one line they never crossed was legitimate physical touch. Y/N couldn’t say that she minded it, though.

Feeling slowly tricked back into her hands as they sat like that, Draco still stroking the outsides of her hands and Y/N standing ramrod straight in disbelief. Once her hands were no longer numb, she cleared her throat and shifted in her seat.

“Thank you,” she said awkwardly, withdrawing her hands from his chest and tucking them back into her pockets. “I can feel them now. I think I’m alright.”

“Ooooooookay,” Draco responded, raising an eyebrow in slight disappointment. “If they ever get cold again...”

“Okay.”

The tension between them only thickened as Y/N realized she’d made a horrible mistake. She was starting to feel positively frozen at this point, and to make things worse, the Y/H/N seeker had decided to hang out over the stadium seats where Y/N was seated. Every few seconds, she’d dive down and another rush of freezing wind would hit Y/N and Draco. 

Within a few minutes, both were shivering messes. Y/N considered offering her hands back to him, but her pride kept her from going  back to it. She withdrew them. She couldn’t ask for more again. 

“You’re still cold, aren’t you?” Draco’s voice pulled her back from her plotting. 

“Was it that obvious?” 

The laugh Draco let out was small and involuntary. 

“Well, I mean....” He sucked in a deep breath before meeting Y/N’s eyes. “You can....you can sit closer.”

“Oh?” The words left her mouth before she could revise them. 

“Er.. yeah, come over here.” Draco patted the already rather small space on the bench between them. 

Y/N cautiously scooted closer, closing the gap until their shoulders were almost rubbing. 

How was this supposed to accomplish anything?

Draco answered her question before she could even voice it out loud, taking one arm out of the sleeve of his cloak. He draped it over Y/N’s shoulder so they were sharing the garment, pulling her close.

Y/N almost gasped but caught it just in time. Draco’s arm was now wrapped around her shoulder and her head pressed up against his warm chest.

She could hear his heart racing as his free hand slid under the cloak, taking hers and stroking them like he had done before. 

“And what was this about being ashamed of my house?” she managed to quip, lifting her gaze upwards to meet his soft grey eyes. “You won’t wear my scarf but you’ll allow...this?”

He blushed, turning his fair pink skin an even deeper red as his thumb rubbed lazy circles on the back of her hands. 

“I told you,” he whispered, dropping his head down so his face was mere inches away from her, “Y/H/C looks ghastly on me.”

final a/n: this kind of took a u turn from the original direction that was requested and i deeply apologize for that haha. i’m not the best at writing fluff, i’m a little better at writing build up, so i’m going to have to work on that. thank you for reading!

#draco #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter #quidditch #hogwarts #dramione #hermione granger #ron weasley #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #slytherin #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #gryffindor

[spoonhacks]

My Fibro Journey and How I Came Back from Rock Bottom

This not advice. But this is a true story, and it’s time I shared my Fibro journey. I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia just as college was ending. This is not to say it began then, but it came to head enough to finally get an answer. This came about a year and a half after my Interstitial Cystitis diagnosis, and I was in BAD shape. I was 90 lbs, deteriorating, and everything winded me. The pain was constant and completely overwhelming. I had thrown every last drop of my energy into finishing my college thesis and graduating from a school I had worked SO hard at. When it finally commenced, I felt lost. I was depleted from the effort and it was 2011 and the economy was in shambles. Having nowhere else to go, I moved into my dad’s spare room in Massachusetts, miles away from the state I had always called home, my precious Florida warmth, and the love of my life. I was, unsurprisingly, miserable, and my health tanked immediately. I was cold all the time. No amount of blankets helped because I wasn’t generating my own heat. I remember spending Thanksgiving eve in the emergency room because an Interstitial Cystitis flare had caused a UTI to back up and give me yet another kidney infection and I had a soaring fever. Things were toxic with my dad. His cure for everything is to get up at 6am and be busy busy busy and I was in desperate need of rest. When it became obvious to me finding a job was not happening, I started an Etsy shop for my crafts with the limited energy I had. It pulled in maybe $200 a month but it felt good to be doing one small thing. A few months later the love of my life arranged to follow me to New England and secured a place for us in the apartment above his father’s house. We were together again but things were tense, his dad is occasionally a monster, and it wasn’t long before we were moving again. My health was awful and we were broke as a joke. I was sleeping 12 hours a day and spending the rest of my time trying to figure out what kind of life I was going to be able to have. I was severely depressed. We moved to an absolute shit-hole of a apartment in a bad neighborhood. Rent was $850/month for 280 square feet. We could barely afford it, and mostly lived off of my partner’s disability check and food stamps. My small savings was gone. We fought about money a lot. The Etsy shop brought in maybe $300 now, but it was clear this was not going to cover everything for a long time, if ever. My health only continued to decline and I felt utterly useless. Some days I was too sore to even get out of bed. The stress was unbearable as I watched everything in my life spiral. I honestly felt like if something didn’t change and soon, I was going to die. I thought back to the last thing I’d done right: my college thesis at art school. It took me forever to choose what medium to do the project in as there were a few I’d been practicing proficiently. I kept asking myself: “What am I the best at? What am I the best at?” and got nowhere. Finally I asked myself “What am I the worst at? What medium am I absolutely shit at that I would love to do but never learned how?” And the answer was pen and ink. A few months later I graduated with a pen and ink portfolio with one of two A’s in my professor’s senior class. So here I was, applying to design jobs and retail jobs and anything else I thought I might be good at with 0 responses for months on end. Then, instead, I asked myself what I was the worst at-- manual labor! After all, grocery shopping would knock me out until the next day. I realized this was insane to even consider and I might literally die. But I was so low it didn’t matter. If I continued wasting away like this I was going to die anyway. I knew this in my heart. Having cared for horses as a kid I started applying for barn jobs in the area. I remember straightening myself up and forcing myself to look energetic and animated for the interviews. I finally got a job. I was terrible at it. Shoveling for hours and pushing around a 300lb wheelbarrow, imagine! I could not lift a hay bale (they are about 65 lbs). But, I got up at 4:45 in the morning and drove to work in the snow before the plows came and always got to work on time. I worked only weekend days and by Sunday night I would have to make sure there was a crockpot meal going because I knew I would collapse at the end of the day. I cried in the car on the way home every single shift. My body was on fire. Mondays I could not get out of bed. The pain was immeasurable and I spent most of the day crying and had my partner help me to the bathroom. I spent the whole week recovering and patching myself up enough to get to my next shift on Saturday. But I promised myself something: that I would never complain, not to anyone at work, and not even to myself in my head. I imagined myself as a monk. Chop wood, carry water. I got fired. Then I got another barn job and got fired. Then I got another one and got fired again. The 4th job was still hard, but I did not get fired. I could now lift the hay bales. I gained 20 lbs (entirely muscle) and my body was completely different. Instead of being carried to the bathroom on Monday, I could transport myself to the couch and do basic self-care activities. I could do my crafts during the week again and between the two income streams I could afford my half of living expenses and was very slowly socking away a tiny, tiny nest egg that would eventually become the start up capital for my business. Two years had passed since mucking my first stall. My Fibro was not cured by any means but my IC was somewhat in remission and I was doing much better. Daily life got easier. After all, compared to hay bales, lifting the pasta pot while making dinner was less of a big deal. I eventually left the barn job and got a job doing landscaping and construction-- more manual labor! My new boss was disabled too and used a walker on the job site. He was also a Buddha in a blue collar. After having kept my illness a secret for 2 years of barn jobs I could finally tell a boss the truth and it was a relief. He understood me and always gave me the jobs I could flourish at.  I learned a lot from him, did legitimately good work, made slightly better money, and moved out of the shit-hole apartment to an art community, which was an important step forward on the path toward opening my own business and doing art full time. During the second year of running my shop I realized I didn’t need a second job anymore and that it would be the first year in the last 5 where I wouldn’t have to dig any holes.

I’d risked it all, every last drop of my health. It could have killed me. And the agony was indescribable, but I would do it again. My body is changed forever and even years since I have last worked manual labor I am still improved for it and much more active than I was in those dark years right after college. Everything I have now I owe to that one, insane decision I made at rock bottom. This is not advice. Take what you will from my story. I still despise people who say “exercise will cure Fibro if you just tried harder :) :) :)” or some stupid shit like that. None of them know how dangerous this was or how much suffering I endured. It could have easily gone the other way. There were days my partner saw the condition I was in and begged me to stop. I told him with a roar in my voice if I didn’t keep going I was going to die. I don’t regret it. I have less pain now, consistently, than I did before I went through all that and I still try to keep up my fitness level so I never go back there. Thank you for reading my story. I can’t recommend my path, but if you come away with one thing from this, just know that there is a path forward, somewhere, and perhaps in the most unlikely of places.

#fibromyalgia #chronic pain #personal #chronically ill #disabled

[camillemontespan]

ten years from now [AU. drake walker x camille montespan] [part twelve: impact]

A/N: Liam took over in this chapter. I kinda love him now?

Big thanks to @dcbbw​ for being my sounding board; she is the best at writing Liam and so helpful. We brainstormed a lot and got very excited. 

Spring Street, Soho, is a real street in NY. I google earthed it. It looks awesome.

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Drake woke up hungover. He felt like microwaved shit, no sugarcoating it. Bleary eyed, his eyes adjusted to the harsh light and he took in his surroundings. 

‘Fuck..’ he groaned.

This was a new low; he had gotten drunk and blacked out on the jetty by the lake. He had spent the night there. Dragging himself up, he closed his eyes and exhaled, trying to get used to the lightheadedness.

He looked up to find Bianca and Savannah standing over him.

‘FUCK!’ he shouted.

‘How classy,’ Savannah said with thinly veiled sarcasm. 

Bianca sighed and sat down beside Drake. ‘Baby, Sav told me about you and Camille. Talk to me.’

‘I’m fine,’ Drake said. ‘I need to get back inside-’

‘What happened?’ Savannah asked. ‘What’s the latest development? You fuck her again?’

‘Sav, please just stop..’ Drake muttered, done with his sister’s shit.

‘No!’ she shouted. ‘I am watching you tear yourself apart over her! Ever since she came back, I could see you looking at her, building your hopes up.. I just want you to be happy but this isn’t the way. Drake, I’m sorry, I like Camille but this is the worst situation to get yourself into. She’s engaged, she’s not going to leave Liam, it’s not going to happen-’

‘Yes, it will!’ Drake burst out. He clambered to his feet unsteadily, aware that Bianca was now gripping his arm. He turned to face his sister with wild, bloodshot eyes. ‘We are far from over! I was an idiot but I can see it now. I’ve grown up. I’m going to get her back.’

Bianca and Savannah’s eyes both widened. Bianca’s fingers dug into his skin. ‘Drake, think about this. Please. She has a life in New York, she has Liam. She is getting married in less than three months. You can’t just throw a spanner into the works, it’s not fair on her.’

‘Mom..’ Drake whispered. ‘I love her.’

‘You fucking what now?’ Savannah asked incredulously. 

Drake looked at Savannah with a steady gaze. ‘I love her,’ he repeated. ‘Always have, always will.’

Savannah stepped back. ‘I thought.. I thought you were being reckless.’

‘I know and I was,’ Drake murmured. He smiled weakly. ‘But we’ve got history. We ended in the shittest way and that’s all my fault, but damn it, I’m not letting her get away twice. I want to bring her back to Texas. I want to marry her. I want to have babies with her. I want to celebrate the 4th of July with her. I want to wake up beside her every single morning and go to sleep beside her every single night. I want to make her happy. I want to love her. I know I was an asshole before but I’ve learned from this. I need her back in my life, Sav.’

There was a long silence. Bianca broke it.

‘I do like Liam..’ she said quietly. ‘And I don’t want Camille to be even more confused. But, I’ve never heard you say that you love someone. Never.  Ever since Camille left, you’ve always been closed off to every girl you’ve been with since. Every girl you've been with since have all tried to break through and get to know the man underneath this.. this armour. They couldn't because they weren't Camille, whether you knew that or not.'

Drake opened his mouth to speak but Bianca kept talking.'I know it’s her or nothing for you. You’re never gonna be happy until you try to get her back. And I really wanna see you happy, baby.' 

Bianca wiped her eyes that were filling with tears. Drake sighed and pulled her in for a hug. His eyes met Savannah’s; she rolled her eyes and quickly hugged Bianca and Drake too; a Walker sandwich.

‘You stink of whiskey..’ Savannah muttered.

‘Love you too, Savvy,’ Drake replied dryly. 

*************************************************

Camille arrived back in New York feeling as if she was a ticking time bomb ready to go off at any moment. She knew she had to talk to Liam and be honest. Quite frankly, she was utterly terrified. 

It was late afternoon when she got home. When she opened the front door, she was welcomed by the scent of cooking and the sound of jazz music playing from the kitchen. Leaving her suitcase by the door, Camille padded through to the kitchen to say hello to her fiancé.

Liam was standing at the stove stirring pasta. He turned when he heard the door open. His face broke out into a wide smile. 

'Darling, you're home!' 

Camille smiled weakly and kissed him softly on the cheek. 'Hey you.' 

'Okay, so I'm making your favourite - spaghetti alla puttanesca,' Liam said quickly, practically dancing back to the stove he was that excited to see her. 'Got your favourite wine chilling in the fridge and we can watch one of your romcoms!' 

Camille bit her lip, feeling awful. How was she going to tell him? How? 

Liam stopped talking to give her a sad smile. 'I feel terrible for not being able to go to Texas with you,' he admitted gently. 'I wish I could have been there to support you. How is Gisele? Is she on the mend?' 

His earnestness and kindness broke Camille's heart. She strode over to him and threw her arms around his neck, clinging on for dear life. His hands gently held her. 

'Darling, are you okay?' he murmured into her hair. 'Shh, it's alright.' 

Tears spilled down Camille's cheeks as she held onto Liam. She could feel the crushing guilt in the pit of her stomach, the bile in her throat and the throbbing headache that was beginning to pulse. 

'I'm so sorry,' she whispered, her voice cracking. Her lips brushed Liam's neck and her arms stayed tightly around him. 'I'm so fucking sorry.' 

Liam gently pulled back to examine her face. His eyes widened with alarm as he realised the distress that she was in. 

'Camille.. Why are you sorry?' 

Camille clutched onto his shirt and prepared herself to tell the truth. She had no idea how she was going to approach this.

Liam's hands were shaking now. He could tell something was very, very wrong. 

'Camille.. Tell me,' he murmured. 'You can tell me anything. It's me.'

Camille closed her eyes and braced herself for impact. She could feel herself now hurtling to earth, the wind out of her sails, her balloon deflated. 

'I cheated on you with Drake,' she said, keeping her voice steady and her eyes on his. She was going to force herself to watch his heart break in front of her. She deserved to see the consequences of her actions. 'I cheated on you with Drake...several times. I'm so sorry. I know there is nothing I can say to take it back but I wanted to be honest -' 

'Please stop talking,' Liam croaked. His eyes were looking over her shoulder into the distance, far off and glassy. 'Please.'

But Camille couldn't stop talking. She was panicking. And as usual, her panic was turning into word vomit. 

'He was my best friend growing up and we also dated,' she continued, her voice increasing in pace and volume. 'I lost my virginity to him. I loved him. But we ended with no closure and I hadn't seen him for ten years until now -' 

Liam had moved away from her and was gripping hold of the kitchen counter, his knuckles turning white. He wore a grim expression on his face and his jaw was set, the pressure point throbbing from his tension. 

'Camille, please stop talking.'

'At first it was fine, we didn't do anything but then we had sex at the Beaumont Bash and kissed in the maze-'

'I really don't want to know the details,' Liam tried to cut in. His voice was thin like paper. 

'And then he visited me here, in the city, and we slept together again!' Camille burst out. 'But I told him that I needed space and I came straight back here to tell you the truth. I can't keep lying anymore, Li. I need you to know. You're so kind and so good -' 

'Then why did you sleep with him then?!' Liam suddenly burst out, picking up a plate and throwing it to the floor, making it smash and Camille jump out of her skin. 

Liam whipped around to face her. His eyes were wild and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.

'If I'm so kind and so good, why the fuck did you sleep with him?' he repeated. 'Why go behind my back? We're engaged, Camille! We've got everything all planned, our whole future! And you're throwing it away to be with some guy you dated ten years ago?!' 

Camille rushed towards him to take him by the hand but he shrugged her off. 'Li, please!' she cried, tears pouring down her cheeks. 'I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for it to go this far, I was an idiot-' 

'Hindsight is a fucking beautiful thing, isn't it!' Liam shouted, pushing past her. He stormed out of the kitchen, with Camille close on his heels, and through to the bedroom where he flung open the closet doors. Camille saw with horror that he was taking out a suitcase. 

'What are you doing?' she asked, panicking. 'Can we talk about this? I want to fix this, please -' 

'You've done enough,' Liam said gruffly. He was throwing his clothes into the case, not even bothering to fold them. 

'Liam, please let me explain,' Camille pleaded. 'I need to tell you that I made a mistake.' 

Liam closed his eyes and stopped putting clothes into the suitcase. With his hands spread out on the bed, he slowly brought his face up to look at her. 

'When you told him you needed space,' he whispered, 'did you tell him it was over?' 

Camille blinked. 'Uh..' 

There was a horrific, heavy silence. Camille realised that she hadn't. She had told Drake she was taking the space he had given her. But she hadn't told him it was over. She thought she had implied it but thinking back.. She hadn't. Yet again, the door was left open for Drake Walker. 

Liam shook his head and went back to packing. With tears blinding her vision, Camille rushed to unpack everything in the case. She grabbed his socks and pulled them out, casting them to the floor. 

'Camille, no!' 

'I need to explain!' 

'Just stop it!' he shouted, taking her by the arms. His eyes bore into hers. 'Please, Camille,' he begged quietly. 'Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be.' 

Camille detached herself from him. She watched as he packed more of his things. His ironed shirts. His trousers. His pointed shoes. His ties. His cotton check pyjamas. 

A sob escaped Camille's throat. She clapped her hand to her mouth but her sobs came out thicker and faster as she realised how badly she had fucked up. 

Tears were trickling down Liam's cheeks too. He kept his head down as he cried, his hands clenching the sides of the suitcase. 

'I did everything in my power to make you happy,' he choked out. 'That was all I wanted, Camille. Just for you to be happy, preferably with me.' 

He wiped his eyes and zipped up the suitcase. Camille watched as he pulled it through the room and out to the hallway. He shrugged on his navy coat with the brass buttons, his favourite coat, and he unlocked the front door. 

Camille watched with bated breath. Liam closed his eyes, stopping at the threshold. 'I thought I knew you,' he whispered. 'But it turns out I never did.'

'Li..' she croaked. 

Liam opened his eyes and turned to look at her properly now. He looked defeated. 

'I deserve to be with someone who gives a shit,' he told her. 'And that person is out there for me. But it's not you.' 

Camille was about to rush to him again but stopped when Liam shook his head. 

He looked at her now. 'I'll be back to pick up the rest of my things,' he whispered. 

Liam took his suitcase and opened the front door, leaving the apartment. Camille stood in the hallway feeling hollow and empty. 

She wandered aimlessly into the kitchen where the spaghetti Liam had been cooking was now burning. She quickly turned the stove off and silently gazed down at the counter, not really looking at it. 

The sound of Liam's jazz music continued to fill the room. Camille turned the music off, needing utter silence to process what had just happened. 

*******************

Drake obtained Camille’s address from the back of Gisele’s calendar. He didn’t feel good about it but Bianca had a key and Drake needed to know where Camille actually lived so he could tell her how he felt. Sure, he could call her but he needed to tell her in person. That was what you did when you were in love, right? You made grand gestures. You let yourself be open to vulnerability. You laid yourself bare to the other person and just hoped that they would return your feelings. If he didn’t do this, he would spend forever looking backwards.

He flew to JFK and hailed a taxi as soon as he was out of the airport. ‘136 Spring Street, Soho, please,’ he instructed the driver.

Drake gazed out at New York as the taxi navigated the busy streets. As they reached Spring Street, Drake felt out of his depth; while it wasn’t the fanciest street, it was full of independent bakeries, designer shops like Burberry and Chanel, and Italian restaurants. Of course Camille and Liam lived here.

Liam.

Drake had accepted the fact that Liam may be at home. Not ideal but then he needed to know the truth too. He needed to know all the facts. 

Drake leaned his forehead against the cool glass and closed his eyes. He was delusional. Driven to madness. If Liam was home, Drake would slink back into this taxi and never appear in Camille’s life again.

********************************

He pressed the intercom button and waited with bated breath. His heart was pounding against his chest; he was sure he was close to having a heart attack. 

‘Hello?’

Camille’s voice. Distant, small.. Hopeful. 

‘Camille,  it’s me!’ he said. ‘It’s Drake!’

There was a long silence. Drake closed his eyes. ‘Camille, please..’

‘You’re at my home,’ she whispered, her voice crackling through the intercom. ‘Why? What the hell has possessed you-’

‘I need to talk to you,’ he burst out. ‘Please.’

‘We’ve done enough talking,’ she replied. 

‘No, you have!’ Drake shot back. ‘But I haven’t!’

Another silence. It was excruciating. 

‘Please, Camille..’ Drake whispered. 

The intercom buzzed, letting Drake enter the building.

#drake walker #trr fanfic #the royal romance

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #295

i’m not listening to music so am blanking on lyrics to put here lol

Who’s your favorite rapper? And your favorite song by this rapper? Eminem. "Cinderella Man" is probably my favorite, or "Space Bound." How about your favorite band? And your favorite song by this band? Ozzy Osbourne, if I had to pick solely one. God, picking a favorite song, though... idk, maybe "Trap Door," but it's almost impossible for me to decide. Have you ever had the cops called on you? For what? No. Would you rather be home alone, or have people with you? Why? I'd rather have people home, but alone in my room. I just feel less lonely. Have you ever dropped a class in school? Which class, and why did it suck? I dropped some class in college that I can't remember the name of... I completely misjudged what it would be like. I had absolutely zero interest. I feel like I've dropped another, too? Have you ever taken someone back, who ended up just hurting you again? No. Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Nicole. What was the last thing you printed? Is there even ink in your printer? Something for school, I'm sure. Do you remember the first time you ever drove a car? Who were you with? Yeah, my driving instructor in HS. Have you ever been in handcuffs? Why, exactly? Yeah, to be transported from the ER to psych hospitals, as well as handcuffs among other restraints when going to court to explain why I was eligible for an earlier discharge from the hospital. That's one of the scariest experiences of my life, feeling like a bound lunatic. Have you ever had to be put to sleep at a hospital? Why? Yeah, for two surgeries. Do you actually have a calendar on your wall? What are the pictures of? I have two old meerkat ones that are just for decoration. Have you ever been on a cruise? How many? Where did they go? No. Do you have a favorite author? No. Does your significant other boss you around a lot? I don't have one, but I wouldn't tolerate that shit. Do you know anyone who has overdosed? Me, but I obviously lived. I think I've loosely or distantly known people who weren't so lucky. Are you a fan of PDA (public displays of affection)? As long as it's not too intense, I think it's sweet. It's beautiful to see love expressed. When was the last time you went bowling? A few years ago for Girt and my first date. Do you personally know anyone who is transgender? I do. Have you ever written anything longer than 10 pages? Yes, for school essays. I think my longest was about toxic masculinity. I'm actually really proud of it; I think my instructor used it as an example for her next semester's students, given that I was notified of an influx of views on it. Do you have any names picked out for your future children? What are they? Hypothetically speaking, if I had a daughter, Alessandra is her name, period, lol. I would like to name my never-happening son Damien, but I'd be more open to suggestions from my partner. Have you ever been given a lapdance by an actual stripper? Oh yikes, no thank you. Do you have/want any piercings? I have a good number and seriously want more. What side of the bed do you sleep on? More towards the left. Who is the last person you told a secret to? Nicole, about Misty coming down here for a visit. Have you ever been on an island? Yes, just off the NC coast during a 4th grade school vacation. It was amazing and even had wild horses. What's your favorite job you've ever had? I guess GameStop was the best, since I was actually interested in what I worked with. Do you have any vacations planned? No. Do you enjoy getting manicures/pedicures? How often do you get them? I mean it's nice I guess, but it's not something I'd spend money on. Have you yelled at anyone today, and why? No. Do you own anything with your state or providence's name on it? No. Do you like the Paranormal Activity movies? Yeah. Paranormal is my favorite subgenre of horror. What's your favorite way to eat peanut butter? On waffles, haha. Do you like bows? Yeah, they're cute. Have you ever made a 'haul' YouTube video? No. Has a boyfriend ever made you breakfast? Yeah, that was quite ordinary with Jason since his original intention was to be a chef. What do you gather your change in? My wallet. Do you like to play Angry Birds? I never have. The movie was cute, tho. Do you like Cheez-Its? Oh GOD. I looooove Cheez-Its and they need to be kept away from me to avoid bingeing on them. Have you ever been pulled aside for a random bag search at an airport? I don't think so, no. What’s your favorite flavor of Jell-O? Watermelon, I think? Or strawberry? Do you have any games on your computer? Which ones? On my personal laptop, I have World of Warcraft, Alien: Isolation, Resident Evil 6, and both Amnesia games. I think that's it. What's a musical instrument you think sounds really beautiful? Violins. Do you have a favorite type of pasta? (like a shape of noodles, not dish) I'm not particular about this, really. What's the coolest natural event you've ever witnessed? Maybe the blood moon. Are there any waterfalls near where you live? No, just dams. Do you personally know anyone who is an author? I know people who have had smaller works published, but calling them an "author" feels odd since it's not their actual career or anything. Is that rude? Do you own a polaroid camera? No, but that'd be cool. Do you think you’ll ever end up in rehab? No. Who’s your favorite Kardashian sister? I don't have an opinion. Is there someone you absolutely cannot stand but have to tolerate? My sister's husband. "Absolutely cannot stand" might be a bit strong, but... Do you want to go to pregnancy classes? If I was to ever be pregnant, no. My mom would be able to answer all things related to this, haha. Do you ever cringe at the thought of living in a disgusting house? Yes. What color are your bathroom towels? We have a variety. How often do you let cleavage show? I'm not very revealing, but I'm also not self-conscious of allowing some. Does vintage stuff appeal to you? Yes! Where do you want to go? I'd love to visit Sara again, but not so long as Covid hangs around. Have you ever had feelings for two people at the same time? Something like that with Jason and Juan before I chose Jason. I don't even really know if I like-liked Juan versus just being flattered by him. Would you ever throw out or give away something an ex gave you? I mean, what's the item in question? And are we on good terms (not that that would always matter)? What's the biggest annoyance in your life right now? Right now, Covid. I know, surprising I didn't say "not having a job," but so long Covid is an issue, I don't think I would be comfortable having one. I can't bring that shit home to my weak mother. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? Mom. What do you want right this second? To actually be skinny again. It's hard to believe in my teens I thought I wasn't. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? I'm actually quite the opposite... It's sad, I know I'd have less trouble losing weight if I could just stop drinking it regularly. Have you ever been afraid to get up and go to the bathroom? ... No...? Have you ever paid for any kind of online membership? I don't believe so, no. Who’d you last see in a tux? Hm. Probably when I shot a wedding. Out of everyone you know, who has the most heart? Uhhhh I dunno. Who’s the bravest person you know? Probably my mom. Who would you want to have your back if things got tough? Again, my mother. Have you ever dated someone who was really sporty? Nah. Are you any good at writing? I think so. What’s your favorite form of writing? I don't know if it counts as a "form" as much as it is a subject, but RP. Writing with characters you yourself have created and actually engaging with other's inventions is very fun. Have you ever done something terrible, but took forever to feel bad? Yes, over things I'd said to Jason following the breakup. It literally took years because I was so convinced it was all justified. What did you dream about last night? I don't remember. Sure feels great though that my nightmares are chilling out. What profession do you admire the most? That's tough, but probably those that put their lives on the line for others, like firefighters. I also have massive respect for people like doctors, given all the time and work they put into their education to become one and help others. Have you ever made a fake profile, for any reason? No. Have you ever questioned your sexuality? Well, seeing as I was an initial homophobe that eventually realized I was bisexualllll... Do you have a garden at your house? No. Do you like making puppet figures with your shadow? When I was a kid, sure. Have you ever played strip poker or would you ever? No, but I won't say absolutely never if I was just with my s/o. It's not something I'm actually interested in doing, though. Would you date someone who didn’t want to have sex until they were married? Yep. Would you date someone who went to church on a regular basis? To be totally honest, I don't know if me and a person that actively religious would work out, but I'd try it, ig. What is your favorite curse word? I say "fuck" way too much lmao. It's an intense word and I'm a passionate person, lol. What movie do you know just about every line from? None. Do you prefer cupcakes or muffins? Cupcakes. What are the three “nevers” of your life? To name just a few that I'm absolutely certain about, I'd never do hard drugs, commit murder (unless in self-defense, but is that even "murder?"), or abuse somebody. Last board game you played? I think it was "Sorry!" when I was babysitting Ryder. Last card game you played? Christ, Uno. My niece went through a phase of like obsessively playing it with me because I would let her win. Last thing you got for free? Christmas gifts. How long have you been tattooed? If you’re not, do you want to get tattooed? I got my first tat the day I turned 18. Last baby shower? My sister's last year. Last wedding? A repeat photography client's. Her family is lovely. Last funeral? I don't think I've been to a funeral (not wake) since I was maybe a preteen and my childhood babysitter died... It's sad that I didn't go to my grandmother's, but I didn't really have that choice. What is your band’s name? Or fantasy band ;)? Haha, my Rock Band one was "Bullets and Butterflies." How many different strip clubs have you been to? None. Do you have any nieces/nephews? Technically a lot, but only three are regular parts of my life. How many cars have you ever owned? Me personally, none. Can you do math in your head well? ABSOLUTELY not. Who is your favorite Star Wars character? I only care about the Ewoks ok. I'm not a fan of the franchise. Have you ever been to a bachelor/bachelorette party? No. Have you ever bailed anyone out of jail? No. Have you ever given someone a fake phone number? No. Do you have any bumper stickers on your car? N/A Have you ever gone golfing? Only mini-golfing as a kid. Well, and on an anniversary date with Jason. Actual golfing doesn't interest me. If you became famous for something, what would it be? To be entirely realistic versus idealistic, probably something I wrote. How many friends do you have that are married? A whole lot. Do you still have your wisdom teeth? Yes. When you were a kid, were you ever afraid of cooties? No, it was just a playful joke. Do you ever go Christmas caroling in December? No. Do you like mango? Mango flavored stuff, oh yes. I don't like actual mangos; they're too mushy. What was the last thing you got falsely accused of? I don't know. Have you ever been kicked out of a store? No. What does caffeine do to you? Nothing, really. I think I'm too accustomed to it being in my system. Would other people describe you as creative? Very. Would you rather paint or carve a pumpkin? Hm, maybe paint. Names of best friends you've had: Brianna, Kimberly, Jenna, Megan, Mini, Sara... I don't remember them all. Were you one of the smartest in your class? Through most of my school experience, yes. Will you let your kids have a YouTube channel, do you think? If I wanted kids, it would depend on their age and what they were making. Have you ever owned a designer purse? No. Do you like the taste of Tums? Taste, yes. Chalky texture, fuck no. I like the chewy ones, though. Are you currently learning a new language? No. What culture are you most interested in learning about? Maybe Indian? Do you own anything skull print? Oh, loads of stuff. Who are the three people you consider yourself closest to? Mom, Sara, and uh... Dad. Do you like crackers with your soup? Soggy crackers are gross. I don't really like soup, anyway. Which ex of yours means the most to you? Sara. What is something that never fails to make you feel accomplished? Cleaning. Do wooded areas freak you out in the evening or night? No, I love 'em. Have you ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle? No, I'm not comfortable with the idea of riding one. Do you iron any of your clothes? No. Do you think long, straight hair is pretty? Yes, if it's healthy. Do you have a fireplace in your home? Yes. Did you have a class pet in grade school? No. Have you ever owned an aquarium? No. Do you prefer mints or gum? I'd say gum. Popsicles or fudgesicles? Ohhh, fudgesicles. What is your favorite flavor of hot pockets? I only even moderately enjoy the ham and cheese ones. Do you like apple juice? Yeah, but there's definitely better juices.

#survey #surveys #questions #questionnaire

[that-wimpy-cowboy-doll]

Because Why Not?

@idontgettechnology​ tagged me because she knows that I fall more in love with her and our friendship every day  🥰

👽 Do you believe in aliens? Yes’m

👽👽   If so, what do you think they look like? Depends on the environment of whatever planet or system they’re in.  It also depends on whether or not they’re carbon-based or something else.  There are theories that ghosts in our world are actually interdimensional beings/aliens that we physically can’t perceive because we can only understand the world around us in a certain amount of dimensions.  tldr; I don’t know that we could know what aliens look like, depending on where they’re from

🤡 Do you have any phobias? Skunks, failure, being forgotten

💀   What is your favorite thing to do? Read, sleep, spend time with loved ones

☕ Name the tastiest hot beverage. There’s a sexy sweet citrus mocha at my new favorite coffee shop that I love

🥛 Name the tastiest cold beverage. Something fruity but not too sweet

😇 What do you believe is your most angelic quality? Compassion

👹 What do you believe is your most devilish quality? Dark humor

🧜‍♀️   If you could be any mythical creature, what would you be and why? Look, bud, probably the root reason of why I love redheads is 1000% due to The Little Mermaid (1989)

😻   Describe the sweetest moment you have had with a pet. Anytime a cat comes to sit on me and does that slow blink thing, and anytime a dog rests their big goofy head in my lap

🌎 What is your most far-fetched ‘bucket list’ item? As I get older, fighting someone

🤔 Describe the most influential person in your life. My dad

🤯 Do you have a mental illness? Hahahahahaha YES

🦄 If you could shape-shift into an animal at any time, what would it be and why? Anything that hibernates through the winter, so I could live out my dream of eating anything and everything and then immediately going to sleep for a few months

🍣 Are you a sushi connoisseur? Nope.

🤓 Do you consider yourself a nerd? Yup.

📆 Have you set goals for your life? To not die unfulfilled.

📆📆 If you have made goals, name a few. Become a full-time professor.  Publish a book.

📆📆📆 If you’re living life in the moment, explain away. We live in the worst possible timeline, my profession is notorious for not making a ton of money, and the area I live in is one of the most expensive places to live in the world.

🤩 Name a famous celebrity you dream of meeting. Abbi Jacobson

🌙 Are you a moon or sun person? Moon

🚀 If you could travel back in time to any era, where would it be? If I could pass as a very tan Eastern European, maybe the 20s or 40s.  Just to visit and enjoy the music

🚀🚀 What kind of life would you want in this era? A brief one.

🦕 Do you wish dinosaurs existed in our modern world? Not now, thanks.  That just adds an extra layer of stress.

🦕🦕 If so, would you want a dino pet? Name the kind. Stegosaurus

🎃 Name your favorite holiday. Chrimmas and 4th of July (say what you will about the second one, it reminds me of barbecues and fireworks with my dad).

😊 What do you believe is your most redeeming quality? Fucking compassion, I hope.

😴 Do you get enough sleep? Noooope

🏈 Are you a sport enthusiast? SF Giants, baybee

🦂 Describe your best friend. Goofy, funny, intelligent, loving, sweet, and the absolute love of my life.

🥑 Fruits or veggies? Porque no los dos?

🤞 If you could snap your fingers like Thanos from The Avengers, what would you make happen? I’m gonna have to side with Emily and make Bernie have won the 2016 election

😎 Do you consider yourself a cool kid or a total square? In no lifetime have I EVER been a cool kid

🍭 Do you have a sweet tooth? Of course not, she says, as she finishes the last pieces of chocolate orange in the house

🏥 Do hospitals freak you out? Not really.  I know they should, because body fluids freak me out, but not really.

🍕 What’s the best pizza topping? Sausage and olive

🧘‍♀️ When was the last time you did something just for you? Couple weeks ago, I stayed at a hotel by myself, got naked and ate my weight in pesto pasta in bed while I watched Captain America flex his muscles trying to keep his best friend (boyfriend) from fleeing the country

🎣 Have you ever been fishing? Yes

👶 Do you want to have children someday? Someday

🥔 Name your favorite form of the potato. Au gratin

🌵 Do you have a green thumb? Not at all

🐩 If you have one, name your dream dog(s). A pibble

🍂 Winter, spring, summer or fall? Summer

🐳 Does the ocean freak you out or entice you? Mama ocean calls to me every time I see her

🐚 Ever been scuba-diving or deep-sea fishing? Nope

📸 Do you take a lot of photos? Not really

🎵 Name your three favorite artists/bands. ABBA, The Beatles, and Louis Armstrong

🎵🎵 What about your three favorite genres? Alternative, big band swing, and R&B

🎸 Can you play an instrument(s)? Just the throat and the lungs

🔬 What was the best class in high school? English

🔬🔬 What about the worst class? Math

🕹 Name the video game you have wasted the most time playing. The Inside Out game on my phone

🕹🕹 Name your favorite video game. *swoons* RDR2

🔪 Do you have an interest in serial killers or do they just freak you out? Depends on the serial killer.  I have more interest in Martinis and Murder than any serial killer in particular.

🦗 Do bugs give you the heebie-jeebies? They’re fine as long as they’re not on my face or body without consent

🎱 Confess the last wish you made on a magic 8 ball. I do not remember.

😑 Describe the most annoying thing ever. Willful ignorance.

☺ Describe the greatest thing ever. Falling asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

🏠 Growing up, how was your home life? Taken for granted

😜 Are you silly or serious? Silly, for the most part

🥩 Steaks: Well-done, medium-rare, or still mooing? Medium-medium

🍄 In your opinion, are mushrooms tasty little morsels or just a dirty fungus? Gross, unless they’re the fun kind mixed with sour candy

🥑 Best way to eat an avocado? Made into guac with lots of citrus and black pepper

⛪ Are you spiritual? In a way, I guess.

⛪🕌 If so, describe your beliefs. Make the world a better place, do what you can for the people who can’t do for themselves, and occasionally reach into chance and/or tarot cards for insight.

🍔 Burgers or dogs? Either, as long as I can have cheese on it.

😤 Describe something that gets under your skin. Looking stupid.

🧟‍♀️ Do you think the world will end in zombies? At this point, I wouldn’t be that surprised.

🐉 Is there a dragon you chase? Acceptance and legacy.

🥞 In your personal opinion, should food be free to everyone? Yes, because unlike Mitch McConnell I’m not a fucking monster.

🐍 What animal are you scared of, if any? Skunks, as stated above

Tagging @ibelieveinturtles @iamartemisday @dresupi @snailsarecute @wheresarizona @hollandeiram and anyone who wants to play <3

#tag game

[lovemesomesurveys]

800 questions survey part 11

501) What’s your favorite party game? I like board games or card games like Cards Against Humanity.

502) Is it acceptable or unacceptable to smack a child as form of discipline? I think it’s absolutely unacceptable to smack a child. There’s no reason to hit a child at all, I don’t care if you call it “discipline.” There’s other ways to do that.

503) Can a heterosexual male ever wear pink? Uh, yes. It’s a color.

504) Is it criminal to wear socks with sandals? Absolutely. Haha.

505) If you were captain of a ship, what would you call it? *shrug*

506) If you were to join an emergency service which would it be? I wouldn’t join an emergency service.

507) If you were to join one of the armed forced which would it be? I can’t. I wouldn’t be cut out for it, anyway.

508) What’s the worst thing about being your gender? The monthly unwanted visitor definitely sucked. I had horrible PMDD. I don’t have one anymore, though.

509) What’s the best thing about being your gender? I just like being a female. 

510) If you swapped genders for a day how would you spend it? Let’s be real, I’d be doing the same thing (nothing) but doing it as a male, ha.

511) If you were exiled what country would you choose as your new home? Uhhh.

512) Have you ever made someone cry? Yes, but it was never intentional. <<<

513) Have you ever starred in a school play? No. Never even tried out for a play.

514) Were you a member of any celebrity fan club? Jonas Brothers and Drake Bell back in the day.

515) Have you ever been a member of any other club? I was an active member and board member for the psych club in community college.

516) If you could have a full scholarship to any university what would you choose to study? I wouldn’t go back to school if you paid me. I’m finished with it. <<< Saaaame. 

517) What’s been your greatest ever day? Hmm.

518) What historical period would you like to live in if you could go back in time? I wouldn’t mind going through the 90′s again. They were the best, <<< Yesss, that would be fun. It’d be interesting experiencing it as an adult.

519) What would you bring along to an idyllic picnic? Sandwiches, pasta salads, and cheesecake. 520) What’s your favorite children’s story? A few of my favorites when I was little were The Berenstain Bears, Little Critter, various Little Golden Books books, Amelia Bedelia, etc. When I got to like 4th and 5th grade I got really into Goosebumps, Nancy Drew, The Babysitter’s Club, Sweet Valley High, Ramona and Beezus, Judy Blume books, etc.

521) What movie ending really frustrated you? And how would you change it? For some reason I can never seem to think of an example when prompted, but there’s been plenty of movies with wtf endings.

522) What three things do you think of most each day? Health related things mostly, but I’m also a scheduled, routine person so I’m always thinking about stuff relating to that i.e taking my medicine, eating, drinking.

523) What do you call your evening meal? Dinner Tea or Supper? I just call it dinner. 

524) What do you call your after meal sweet? Pudding or Dessert? Dessert.

525) If you had a warning label, what would yours say? Warning: Sensitive and awkward.

526) Have you ever got sweet revenge on anyone? I’m not a revengeful person.

527) Have you ever been to a live concert? Yeah, a few.

528) Have you ever been to see standup comedy? Nope.

529) Have you ever needed stitches? Several times.

530) If you could invent brand new baby names what would they be? I don’t feel like attempting to come up with any.

531) Do your dreams ever tell you to do anything? I rarely remember my dreams, but I do know is that they’re just super random and weird.

532) Who’s your favorite radio 1 DJ? I don’t listen to the radio.

533) What’s the best way to your heart? Hopefully I can find a guy that is very patient, understanding, caring, and trustworthy. A nice sense of humor, too.

534) Do you know your own mobile phone number off by heart? I do.

535) If you were a fashion designer, what style of clothing or accessories would you design? I have no idea, I’m not creative.

536) Do you ever laugh at things you shouldn’t? I have to laugh at myself sometimes, otherwise I’ll cry, in certain situations. <<<

537) Have you ever been in a submarine? Yeah, a ride at Disneyland.

538) Have you ever walked out of a cinema before the film was done? Ha, I saw one of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies when I was like 12 in theaters, at night, and I was a big scardy cat. My cousin and I ended up running out to the lobby, which wasn’t any better because the concession stand closed up and the lobby was empty. I remember a car pulling up out front and that scared us so we ran back into the theater with our moms lol. I want to also mention this was the night before I was going to have a big surgery... not sure why we thought that was a good idea. Maybe to take my mind of the surgery?

539) What song would you say best sums you up? I don’t know. There’s several with relatable lyrics that could very well be talking about me cause they fit so well.

540) Do you have any old friends you wish you could meet up with again? I do miss some of my former friends.

541) What’s your favorite Nursery Rhyme? Hmm.

542) Do you prefer metric or imperial measurements? Metric is the one I’m familiar with.

543) Who’s your favorite monarch of all time? I don’t have a favorite monarch.

544) What was the last thing you ate? I just had ramen a bit ago.

545) What’s your favorite farmyard animal? Horses.

546) If you could choose one celebrity to be the father/mother of your child who would it be? I don’t want children.

547) What would you do if someone proposed to you tomorrow? Uh, no.

548) What are your 3 favorite internet sites? Tumblr, YouTube, and Twitter.

549) How high can you jump? I can’t jump at all.

550) Which fictional character do you wish was real? Tony Stark.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #800 questions #501-550

[all-hail-the-witcher]

one expensive can of easy cheese

crack head hours my kids

also inspired by a hot guy i saw at walgreens today

the walgreens chaos returns

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ship: ralbert

genre: crackhead angst

words: who knows, not super long

warnings: mentions of a twine kink, easy cheese, concussions, walgreens, race thinks another guy is hot, uhhh, hot men in scrubs, minor bits of violence, new yorkers been new yorkers, albert is a dumbass, race is more of a dumbass

editing: nah

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Race was sat on top of the counter in his and Albert’s apartment, a piece of duct tape over his mouth and his hands tied together with kitchen twine. He sighed against his restraints, resigned to watch his boyfriend make their contribution to this year’s Thanksgiving gathering: mac and cheese.

Now, of course everyone and their mother knew that mac and cheese was not a Traditional Thanksgiving Food. But, Albert had won (best out of three) mario kart yesterday so he had gotten to decide what they would bring to Jack’s house. Had Race known that he had been planning to make mac and fucking cheese, maybe he would have tried a little harder.

Apparently, Albert was not pleased with Race’s reaction to his decision to make mac and cheese, and thought that Race might try to get in the way somehow (which he may or may not have fully intended to do). So he did what any loving boyfriend would: sat him on the counter, put duct tape over his mouth and tied his hands together so he wouldn’t interfere.

Race was beginning to wonder why he had agreed to move in with Albert in the first place.

With a violent shake of his head and one final spat, he was able to dislodge the duct tape.

“Albieeeeee,” he whined, laying down on the counter. “Can you pleaaaaaaaseee let me helllllllllp?”

Albert barely glanced up as he pulled the big wooden spoon out of the pot and gave it a thoughtful lick. “Hmmmmmmm. No.”

“But-!” He wriggled around to give Albert his best puppy dog eyes. “Can I make something else then? Ple-OW!” He glared at the spatula that had been hurled at his arm. “You apologize for that!”

“Nah.” He smirked and went back to stirring his wretched pasta. Well, actually Albert’s mac and cheese was quite good. Race was just salty that he was making it for Thanksgiving when it was very well known that he was the chef of the two and Jack was expecting something good not the mac and cheese Albert famously made at 2am in college when they were all high as hell.

“Can you at least untie me then?”

“No.” Albert even bother considering this time.

“Well.” If logic wasn't going to work on Albert he would have to try another method. “I know you know how to make a guy feel good Albie, but I never expected ropes to be a part of it. What’s next? Handcuffs? Whips? Chains?”

In two seconds flat Race was out of his kitchen twine bonds and flexing his sore wrists.

“Man Albie, who knew you had a twine kink.”

“You know,” Albert began loudly, as if thinking that his loudness would cover up his totally obvious twine kink, “if you want to do something that's actually useful, you could go to Walgreens and buy me another can of Easy Cheese.”

“Is that what you put in your fuckin mac and cheese?” Race swore he actually felt bile rise in the back of his throat when Albert nodded. “That’s it. I’m never eating your mac and cheese again.”

“But-!”

“I’ll eat you though,” Race winked, taking a moment to enjoy the startled, yet somehow pleased look on his boyfriend’s face.

“Not until after we’re done at Jack’s.” Albert said only half jokingly as he dug around in his pocket for a second before throwing a crumpled five at Race. “In the meantime though, be gone thot!”

Race barely managed to catch the bill without falling on the floor, but still blew a kiss to Albert before walking out of the apartment.

Who the fuck puts easy cheese in mac and cheese? He wondered for the millionth time as he stomped the three blocks to Walgreens. Albert claimed that he had chosen his apartment for its proximity to the store, but up until today Race had always assumed that he had been joking. The man did make a lot of mac and cheese and if Easy Cheese was an ingredient well….maybe there was some truth to that story after all.

Race pulled open the door to the Walgreens, pausing briefly to wonder why the absolute fuck it was open on literal Thanksgiving before remembering that it was a fucking Walgreens and why wouldn’t it be open to sell his dumbass boyfriend a can of fucking Easy Cheese.

In order to get to the Easy Cheese, or at least he assumed so because he had never bought a can of Easy Cheese in his whole glorious 25 years of life, Race had to walk past the Pharmacy section of the store. And, it just so happened that there was a guy sitting behind the counter at the Pharmacy. A very attractive guy. With a beard. In scrubs.

Now, of course Race loved Albert and nothing would ever change that, but he could appreciate an attractive man when he saw one. He thanked whatever deity was out there for the bit of man candy that he had been granted and went in search of his Easy Cheese.

“Mac and cheese, velveta cheese, microwaveable mac and cheese, where the fuck is the- oh thank fuck there we go.” He pulled a can of Easy Cheese off of the shelf, tossing it once and catching it before turning to go pay for the horrendous product, happy to finally be done with the whole ordeal when-

“Easy cheese? Really?”

Race whirled around to see Mr. Man Candy himself leaning against the opposite shelf. “Wh- who?”

“Oh,” he dusted his hand off on his scrubbs, “allow me to introduce myself. My name is Brett O’Hare. And you, sir, are a disgrace to society. The very reason why so many Americans are in poor health in this day and age.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“The Easy Cheese!” Brett gestured wildly toward the can in Race’s hand. “Gosh do you even know how many preservatives are in that stuff? And all the cancers that it can cause? It’s terrible. We wouldn’t need free healthcare if people just stopped eating Easy Cheese!”

Race had lived in New York City his whole life, and he had seen some pretty strange things, but never had he seen a pharmacist in a Walgreens lecture anyone about the health benefits of Easy Cheese.

“So let me get this straight,” Race rubbed his head, trying to make sense of the situation. “You go around yelling at people about the ingredients in the things that they are purchasing?”

“Yeah.”

“You do realize that this is a Walgreens, right? Everything in here probably contains some kind of chemical.” New Yorkers never ceased to amaze him.

“All the more reason for me to inform them of their poor eating habits!” Brett pointed a finger at him. “And stop distracting me! You’re the one buying the freaking easy cheese here!”

“It’s not even for me!” Race shouted back. “It’s for my boyfriend’s fucking mac and cheese that he insisted on making for Thanksgiving even though everyone knows that mac and cheese is not a fucking Thanksgiving food and he’s only making it cause he knocked me off the goddamn rainbow road right before the fucking finish line!” Race was fuming but the time that he was done.

“Oh, man I’m so sorry, that's lousy.”

Race looked surprised. Of all the things that he thought he would get out of this Walgreens experience, a therapy session was indeed not on the list. But neither had been hearing a lecture about the preservatives in Easy Cheese from a pharmacist.

“But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still buying Easy Cheese!” Between one second and the next, Brett had grabbed the can of Easy Cheese out of Race’s hand, wielding it like a brick. “Buy some fucking vegetables!”

And with that, he struck Race over the head with the can of Easy Cheese.

Now, Race had definitely done some questionable things during his life. Once he had slept on the roof of his dorm building in January for a week because he lost his dorm key, and another time he had been tricked into making an entire wedding cake using salt. However, being smacked over the head with a can of Easy Cheese by a health nut in scrubs on Thanksgiving put any and all other situations he had been in to shame.  

He opened his eyes, suddenly blinded by the lights, and reached for his phone, muttering curses about man candy and vegetables. Squinting so he didn’t have to look at the screen, he somehow managed to dial Albert.

“Racetrack Higgins, where is my Easy Cheese?”

Race pulled the phone away from his ear and winced at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice. “Um, it may have been used to give me a concussion by a health nut in scrubs?”

Albert let out a loud sigh. “Ah man, did you run into Brett? That guy’s the worst.”

“Wait, you know him?”

“Race, I know every Walgreens employee in Manhattan, of course I know Brett.” There was the jangling of keys in the background. “I thought I told you to go to the one on 4th for this reason, ah, well. I’m on my way. I’ll take you to urgent care. Hang tight.”

Race’s head hurt too much to process what Albert had said except for the words ‘I’m on my way.’ “Okay,” he sighed.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” Race’s eyes focused on the dented can of Easy Cheese rolling on the floor. “And Al?”

“Yeah?”

“This is going to be one expensive can of Easy Cheese.”

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that was a ride

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[tatavangogh]

50 Questions Tag

Thank you  @penicillinjimin @vante-love and @sweetpeajeon for tagging me!! It always makes me happy to see ya’ll tag me in stuff 💕💜💕💜

what color is your hairbrush? its like tie-dye with orange yellow and pink

name a food you never eat: peas🤢

are you typically too warm or too cold?: Usually too cold because I’d rather be freezing then burning up 

what were you doing 45 minutes ago?: working on some assignments for my classes

what’s your favorite candy bar?: snickers!

have you ever been to a professional sports game?: I went to a harlem globetrotters game as a kid, does that count?? 😅

what’s the last thing you said out loud?: “ Can i turn the ac on?” to my mom cause it’s freaking HOT jsdk

what’s your favorite ice cream?: mint chocolate chip (pls dont hate me namjoon!) 

what was the last thing you had to drink?: water

do you like your wallet?: yep! It has little gold stars lining the outside and big enough to hold all my empty gift cards xx

what’s the last thing you ate?: hmm it was something last night i think pasta?

did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: Nope! I’m trying to save up money because i went a little crazy buying things when quarantine started

what’s the last sporting event you watched?: I honestly have no idea 😂 i’m not really a big sports person

what is your favorite flavor of popcorn?: movie theater butter!

who’s the last person you sent a text to?: My friend and sister! We send hella tik toks to each other almost every night!

ever go camping?: Yeah during a school field trip in elementary school! One time was like a science trip thingy and the other was kiinda weird lol. We dressed up like we lived in the wild west and made our own butter and stuff

do you take vitamins?: yes

do you go to church every sunday?: no

do you have a tan?: No and lord knows i need one😭 i mean im black so i have a permanent one but still sdkld

do you prefer chinese or pizza?: pizza all day every day!

do you drink soda through a straw?: hmm i dont think i have 

what color socks do you usually wear?: grey or black with different designs (my favs are my dino ones!)

do you ever drive above the speed limit?: I don’t go anymore than 5-10 mph above the limit

what terrifies you?: omg what doesnt?? One thing that people think is a weird fear is running out of gas skjd best believe my tank is always full x

what chore do you hate the most?: Doing dishes, omg it feels like its NEVER ENDING the dishes keep coming and coming 🥺

look to your left, what do you see?: my tv, law & and order is playing as always lol

what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?: koalas and the desert 

what’s your favorite soda?: sprite!

do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru?: recently just the drive thru or curbside

what’s your favorite number?: 36

who’s the last person you talked to?: my sister

favorite cut of beef?: hmm lol i dont know, any cut??😅

last song you listened to?: Still with you by jungkook ( GO LISTEN ITS AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL🌹)

last book you read?: my elementary math book dsjk trying to figure out how to teach fractions to 4th graders is HARD

can you say the alphabet backwards?: probably not lmao, i would give up by like w or s

favorite day of the week?: Sunday!

how do you like your coffee?: I dont drink coffee but i love an early grey tea or black tea

favorite pair of shoes?: vans!

time you normally get up?: around 8am

sunrise or sunsets?: sunset🌆

how many blankets on your bed?: just one big duvet 

describe your kitchen plates?:we usually use paper plates but when we run out we use these white square plates

describe your kitchen at the moment?: Clean! I clean it every morning before and after making my tea 

do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?: SANGRIA omg i can drink these by the mfing gallon

do you play cards?: I actually have a solitaire app on my phone!

what color is your car?: Grande is white xx

can you change a tire?: Maybe if i had a youtube video or my dad with me!

your favorite state/province/county/city etc.?: Sacramento, California, it’s where i was born and whenever i visit it just feels so calming and familiar

favorite job you’ve had?: Working at Kohls with my sister, the managers were horrible but my coworkers made it so so fun

how did you get your biggest scar?: On my left hand I have a scare I got when I was taking bacon out the oven dskdj i accidentally touched the oven rack at the top and now im scarred for life, the bacon was good tho!!😂🥓

WOW okay that took awhile djkds but it was fun! Im going to tag- @cozysugaa @kookgyu @mintedmango @tearults @galaxiejoon 💜

#monets mutuals #if you read this all ur amazing xx