#i needed to get this out of my system okay goodnight

[fox-guardian]

i hesitate to put sam in the category of "wet cat" kinda guy because he simply doesn't have that sort of vibe. i feel like scrunkly wet cat-ness requires a certain level of. idk defiance?? a lack of dignity?? that he doesn't really have. idk. like yes he's a little guy who hurt himself kicking a filing cabinet but like. he said "ow" out loud afterwards all sad like. he pouts and audibly gives people big sad puppy eyes like all the time. there's no loss of dignity if his whole thing is being a noodle-armed little baby foal guy and he knows it. he's not a wet cat he's like. a dry but cold puppy shivering sitting outside your door looking up at you all sad like. he know he's pitiful but he Also knows he's cute (at least a little bit)

[phagodyke]

yeah I'm not gonna talk abt it am I...

[kellystar321]

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[sturniluvr]

La Liga Champion

Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

word count: 734(?)

Warnings: none, just fluff

Requested: yes/no

Summary: based on this request hope I did well and you like it anon <3

Y/N sat on the sofa of hers and Jude’s shared house, scrolling through her phone while awaiting her boyfriend’s arrival home from the parade after winning La Liga, she was absolutely over the moon for him and couldn’t wait to tell him how proud she was of him. Whilst scrolling through TikTok she came across a video of Jude from the parade, drunk singing into the microphone, she let out a chuckle watching her drunk boyfriend singing.

Still awaiting his return, she decided to head over to the kitchen and make some food for him, knowing he’d need some food in his system after drinking a fair amount and having training the next day. She eventually decided on some pasta.

*mini time skip*

Y/N was stood in the kitchen, cooking the pasta for her and Jude when she heard the front door open.

“Babyy your champ is homeee” she heard Jude yell, his words slightly slurred.

“In here” the Y/H/C woman shouted back from the kitchen. Jude made his way through the small hallways leading to the kitchen and as soon as he found his loving girlfriend, he immediately stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing little kisses to her shoulder.

“Hi beautiful” he mumbled into her shoulder “what delightful food are you cooking tonight?” He said, making a lighthearted joke to her mediocre cooking skills. He turned her around so she was facing him, and he gave her a quick kiss on the lips, a drunk, cheesy grin making its way onto his face, she lets out a soft laugh at him.

“Hi champ” she smiled up at him before turning back around to face the cooker, turning the heat down ready to take the saucepan full of pasta off the hob. “if you must know, I’m just doing us some pasta, and it’s almost done, could you grab the cheese and sweetcorn out the fridge please love?”

“Yes ma’am” Jude replied with a little salute and slightly stumbled to the fridge, picking out the bowl with pre grated cheese in and the tin of sweetcorn and closed the fridge door. Once Y/N had dished the pasta into two bowls, she left Jude with the job of mixing in the sweetcorn and putting the cheese on. While Jude, in his words ‘decorated’ the pasta, she got two glasses out of the cupboard and poured each of them some cold water and placed them on the table.

*time skip to after dinner*

The couple were currently in their bathroom, freshly showered and getting ready for bed. They made their way across the hall into their shared bedroom and both got in bed. Y/N had previously put a glass of water on each bedside table so before getting comfy she had Jude take some painkillers to help his potential hangover in the morning and have some water, while he did that she turned on Netflix on tv and turned on a show they were both obsessed with at the moment. She cuddled up to Jude, she laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around his torso, Jude pulled her even more into him and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“Well done on winning baby, I’m so proud of you” the slightly younger woman whispered, staring up at him, her Y/E/C eyes full of love.

He looked down to her, a smile immediately took over his face. “Thank you my love, I wish you were able to come to the game but I’m just happy to come home to you” he replied, knowing she had work commitments that clashed with the game and made her unable to go to and watch him, but she watched from her phone at work.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there love” She mumbled, sleep slowly taking over her.

“It’s okay darling, I understand. Don’t worry your pretty head.” Jude replied, kissing her forehead “now get some sleep beautiful, I can tell you’re tired” he added, chuckling to himself seeing his girls eyes slowly dropping.

“Goodnight my love, I love you” she whispered, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips before cuddling back into him and she finally let sleep take over her.

“I love you too baby” the brown eyed boy replied, letting his own eyes close with his arms wrapped around his favourite girl, the tv softly playing in the background.

[strangelysamantha]

drive in ❀

steve harrington x fem!reader.

warnings: pure fluff.

words: 650.

summary: going to a drive in theater with stevie!

request? no

a/n: cute lil fluff. i have two stories almost done, but i won’t be able to post them until tmw. i figured you guys deserved a wholesome cute fluffy story in the mean time. like and reblog if you enjoy. please follow if you enjoy! i appreciate you guys and am so happy you guys read my stories.

my masterlist https://www.tumblr.com/strangelysamantha/658838358462726144/samanthas

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steve had asked you on a date to the drive in theaters. he picked you up, eager to get to spend time with you. “okay i got your favorite snacks, and i brought pillows and blankets!” you smiled at his enthusiasm, “perfect! thank you! i brought us some drinks too!” he sets up the radio to pair it to the sound system. you situated your snacks, getting comfortable in your seat. the windows were rolled down halfway, allowing the nights air to creep in. the credits begin to play. you look over at steve, in awe of his beauty. “you’re sexy,” you reach up to cup his chin. “thank you baby.” you pull him towards you, pressing a soft peck on his lips, he sighs, “not so fast,” he pulls you into a deeper kiss, and places his hand in yours. “that’s more like it.” you grin. “i love spending time with you stevie.” he smiles at the nickname. “i’m very happy you came with me.” the movie begins to play, you feed steve some candy, engulfed with happiness.

you could spend every second of everyday with steve, and never get tired. he treated you with so much respect and kindness. he genuinely cared, and went above and beyond. he never put this much effort into anyone. he wanted to be the best version of himself for you, he couldn’t loose you. he’d do anything for you. “this was all so perfect. the snacks, the blankets, everything. i could never explain in words how much i love you.” his heart freezes. you hadn’t said the “L” word before. you knew you felt that way for awhile, but you wanted to be certain before you told him. his heart speeds up, a smirk rises to his lips. “i love you so much,” he kisses your forehead, one hand is holding your thigh. the other one grabbing your chin. “you’re perfect baby, i’d do anything for you.” your love was unconditional for steve, your heart warmed at his confession. “you’re too good to me,” you shake your head, wondering how you got so lucky. “i know it’s crazy, but you don’t deserve any less, i would do anything for you. you’re mine, and i don’t want to loose you.” you kiss him abruptly, “you won’t. i need you. i can’t even think about not having a life with you.” the idea of not having steve by your side was nauseating. “can i sleepover tonight?” you ask. he grins in response, “yes of course!” silence falls between the two of you as the movie continues to play. steve held your hand the entire time, feeding you some popcorn. you knew you loved steve harrington. you wanted to go on a thousand more dates. any moment you could be, you wanted to be by his side. you love him.

steve and you applaud at the end of the movie, the date went by smoothly. you enjoyed the movie, especially enjoying the parts where you could sneak a kiss on steve’s lips. steve tunes the radio back to his favorite station before starting the commute to his house.

after arriving at his place; you change into one of steve’s shirts. you sit carefully on his bed, waiting for him to join you. he turns out the lights, only leaving a small beam of light from his bedside lamp. you cuddle into his side, and he places a kiss on your temple. “you had a fun night?” he asks. you reach up to kiss his lips, “yes it was so much fun.” he smiles, feeling accomplished. “you ready for bed?” you frown, but the sleepiness is taking over. “mhm.”

he rubs you back, reaching over to shut the lamp off. “sweet dreams baby.” you nuzzle your head into steve’s bare chest. “goodnight stevie.” darkness surrounds you two, as you cuddle close while drifting off to sleep.

this is the cutest date idea everrrr. 🩷🩷 my requests are open :)

[averageludwig]

I need to get this out of my system or i will blow up. LIKE DAMN.. DAMN. LIKE OKAY. Like damn. Like. Tears in my eyes . fistful of hair . rocking back and forth . damn. He is ruining my life. Guys on the count if 3 throw the biggest rock at me. I need to be stoned there is no cure to this. goodnight cruel world.

[viperfang254]

Shitty Nights and Shittier Decisions

Word count: 930 Not ship centric but Winterguardian and Avabishop mention, NOT SMUT Yelena was one to drink—not just drink, but drink to pass out, drink to forget, and drink to numb whatever was left of her tired body. However, when Bob came into their lives just over seven months ago, she stopped—to the point where Alexei saw her aversion to vodka as ‘concerning’. It made her laugh now, but to him it seemed genuine at times.

It had been a tough mission—Ava was still on edge when they played high frequency, Walker was pissed at Yelena for some part of the mission going wrong, and Bucky was annoyed with Alexei over some relationship issues. So, when all of them returned to the Watchtower, Yelena felt that nagging urge. “…do any of you want a drink?” she asked, going into the cabinet to look for Alexei’s vodka. “Lena! My savior,” her father responded with a smile, already getting the glasses. She smiled, only slightly, because her father was happy. “Don’t drink—we can’t really get drunk anyway,” Bucky insisted, but Yelena poured him a glass anyway. “Good—so you don’t have a limit.” Bucky just smirked, taking his glass. Walker just took his, seemingly annoyed, and Ava took hers with a bit of concern. “Admittedly—I’ve never drank before,” she told them, to which Yelena nodded. “I figured. Just don’t have too much—I don’t know what atoms do under the influence,” Yelena joked. She assumed Bob was already asleep—after all, it was two in the morning. She grabbed her glass and collapsed on the couch.

“Salute,” and down the hatch it went. Ava took a sip and shrunk back, rapidly blinking.

“Ugh—how can you drink that? It tastes like—eugh.” She pushed the shot glass to the side, watching as Yelena poured herself and Alexei more. John watched them.

“They’re Russian—it’s like—a cultural thing,” he said, taking small sips. Bucky nodded as well, swirling the vodka in the glass. He didn’t want to drink it—but he sipped anyway.

“…the serum’s only supposed to *enhance* our systems—by a lot, obviously—but we could get drunk if we tried,” John pointed out.

Bucky looked at him, deadpan. “You wanna get shitfaced, Walker? Be my guest.” John looked surprised.

“…is this about the mission—”

“Is the sky blue, Walker?” he asked, grabbing a whole bottle of vodka. Yelena just smirked and chuckled.

“Hey—look, I did what I was supposed to. Yelena—”

“Yelena was ambushed! She couldn’t have given a signal if she tried!” Bucky insisted. “Some things have to be your fault, Walker—”

“Дорогой, calm,” Alexei warned, sighing softly as he drank the vodka. Tonight, it seemed the drink had calmed him down. Bucky whipped around to Alexei.

“Stop—Alexei, don’t call me that,” he growled before turning his anger back onto Walker.

“Bucky, let it go,” Yelena responded. “Walker apologized to me on the jet. It’s fine.”

Bucky just sighed, drinking more as Yelena got a new bottle. Tonight, he needed the alcohol.

“Screw this—I’m going to bed,” Ava declared, getting up. “I am not in the mood to fight with all of you tonight.”

“Alright—goodnight, Ava,” Yelena said a bit too loudly, causing Ava to roll her eyes.

“Goodnight—and call Bishop tomorrow, she left a bracelet here,” Ava told her.

“Got it,” Yelena said, words slurring a bit as Ava left. Alexei looked her up and down, almost concerned as he took a sip straight from the bottle. “Lena—you don’t look too good. Are you okay, умничка?” Yelena turned to Alexei, a hazy look in her eyes. “…’m fine, Alexei.” As they continued to drink, Bucky and John looked up to the sound of shuffling down the hall. Bob. “Hey Bobby,” John told him, eyes meeting the younger man’s, and he noticed instantly Bob’s expression. The look in the eyes, the stare, the confusion, the reaction to the smell of alcohol. “Uh…guys? Maybe we should put the vodka away,” John surmised, turning to the others. Bucky put the bottle down. “…might have gotten a bit too heated.” Yelena looked at them like they were nuts. “Oh—come on, it’s just some vodka. It’s nothing important,” she told them, voice slurring slightly. Bob just sort of backed up at the sight of her. She sighed after the silence, getting up and taking the vodka with her. “Come on, Bob.” Bob reluctantly followed her—only because he was worried about her. She walked into not her own room—but Bob’s. A softer, calmer place. She collapsed onto his bed. “…Bob, why are you…looking at me, like that?” “Uh—like what?” he said, clearly trying to deflect from the question. Yelena looked him up and down. “Come on—you look sad. Tell me, Bob.” she insisted. “…well—I—I just thought you said you wanted to be sober…” he responded, looking away from her. Yelena sighed and sniffled a bit. “…it’s just hard, you know?” “Y-yeah…I get it—“ “And everyone here can be so annoying sometimes,” she growled. “Walker and Bucky and Alexei…they’re all pains in my ass…I’m supposed to be a leader, you know, but they all wave their dicks in the air and want to take it over.” “…I get it,” Bob told her slowly. Yelena sighed, “…thank you, Bob. For not being an idiot.” He was silent as she hugged him, briefly, before passing out in his arms. The next morning, she apologized to Bob profusely. He’d tell her it was fine the whole time…but he didn’t look at her the same way for the next month. In some part of his eyes, he saw more than just Yelena. In some scrap of his mind…he saw them again. Yelena was sober for a long, long time afterward.

[phagodyke]

had a very weird dream the place I worked was in the marine exploration industry and I was presenting a review of a deep sea probe we were retiring and then woke up extremely abruptly bc my body started digging my uterus out with a million tiny blunt spoons YOWIEEEEOWWW

[sturnioluv]

𝒂𝒎 𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌?

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵´𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯´𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬...

𝘼.𝙉. 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏 𝙁𝙄𝘾!!!! 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣´𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛. 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢�� 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜! 𝙞𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣´𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙩´𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙘. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛. 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚. 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙞'𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚!

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍!𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀! (𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇´𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾), 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀! crying! chris being drunk!

you were sitting on the couch in the living room with matt, since nick and chris were at a Halloween party tonight. you usually didn’t feel the need to worry about chris going to parties as he wasn’t a big drinker and you highly doubted that he’d ever cheat. you were relaxed and happy that your boyfriend was out of the house. you decided to stay home, seeing as you were never a big fan of parties. matt wasn’t a fan either which is why you two were sitting on the couch laughing while watching national treasure.

“riley’s for sure my favorite character” you said, pointing at the tv screen to the character you were talking about. “no way! abigail’s the best.” matt said as he threw popcorn into his mouth. you rolled your eyes slightly and took some popcorn yourself before looking back at the tv. you sat there and watched about two and a half movies with matt before your eyes started getting heavy. “hey matt i’m gonna head to bed if that’s alright with you. i can barely stay awake.” you rubbed your eyes and stood up off the couch as matt looked at you speaking, “yeah, that’s totally fine y/n, go get some sleep. i’ll make sure the boys get home safe. goodnight.” you smiled and walked to chris’s room to get ready for bed.

once you were in your pjs and ready to sleep, you got a text. it was chris, telling you he’d be home in a little while. some of the letters were jumbled up a bit but you’d figured that was just chris since he’d always been bad at texting. you quickly smiled at your phone before plugging it into the charger and going to sleep, airpods in ears playing forgive the world by nessa barrett.

a few hours later, around 3:00am, chris snuck into the bedroom. he was almost completely blackout drunk, having partied extremely hard since it was his first time out in awhile. he snuck his way into bed, trying his absolute hardest not to wake you. he fell asleep quickly, the drinks in his system immediately making him tired as soon as he touched the bed. everything was okay…

at around 4:30am, you needed to use the bathroom. you sat up a bit and smiled for a second as you looked over at chris sleeping before you saw them… hickies. you know for sure that you and chris hadn’t had a make-out session in awhile so your brain instantly thought of the worst. you had never felt more betrayed. sure, people could say you were overreacting but when you had been with chris as long as you had..? it stung…

you got up, deciding not to wake chris up in anger, and walked into the bathroom shutting the door and sinking to the ground. if he had hickies on his neck, what else did he do last night..? did he forget that he had a girl at home who loved him with everything she had in her..? your brain overloaded with thoughts of disappointment and anger. you sat there and cried before a soft knock was heard on the other side of the door… it was chris. “babe, are you ok? it’s been a few minutes and i thought i heard sobs… also i need to vomit like crazy…” he was massively hungover but still trying to take care of you. little did he know that your anger was about to spill over…

“fuck you.” was the only words that came out of your mouth as you swung the door open, pushing past him and speedwalking into the kitchen. you snatched your keys off the counter with no hesitation, chris thoroughly confused in the doorway. before you left, he questioned you. “woah, woah, ma, what’s going on? why you leaving?” he said, grabbing your shoulders and spinning you around. “why?! that’s all you have to ask?! i don’t know, chris, maybe look in the damn mirror at the piece of shit on your neck to find out!” you shouted, pushing out of his grip and slamming the door as you walked out. you walked to your car and got in, slamming that door as well. you sat in there for a minute, searching your mind for a sign to stay but the anger taking over…

you drove off with tears starting to roll down your cheeks. chris stayed still in the kitchen as nick and matt woke up from the yelling and door slamming. “what the fuck was that, kid?” matt asked, rubbing his eyes as he spoke. chris didn’t say a word. he knew he had fucked up. and now he had to figure out how to get you back… meanwhile, you were on the backroads going 95 in a 30, pissed. you wanted to find that girl and strangle her but you knew you couldn’t and shouldn’t. you’d always had anger issues… but seeing another girl’s ‘love mark’ on your boyfriend… it pushed you over the edge. your car speakers were blasting strangers by ethel cain and your tears just kept streaming. at the part of the song where she sings “am i making you feel sick?” you scream and continue to speed, your heart overflowing with anger as you think of what that girl did with chris… if he was bored of you and that’s why he did it…

chris was sitting on the couch, his brothers scolding him for how he could do that to you when you’ve been so good to him. he was just sitting there, getting attacked until he had finally had enough… “look! i get it, okay! i fucked up. i didn’t know i had gotten that drunk nor did i know that that girl was on me, kissing my damn neck! if i wasn’t so stupid, i know, none of this would have happened. i shouldn’t have done this and i need to fix it but i don’t know how! you know i’m not good with relationships…” chris shouted as he stood up. his eyes suddenly had tears dwelling and his face had softened to a face full of guilt. nick sighed before he spoke up. “chris. go find her. you know she likes the backroads, maybe you’ll find her there..” chris nodded, grabbing the van keys and running to the garage. within minutes, he was off to find you.

the sky was sparkling with stars as you sat in an empty field, car parked and you sitting outside of it, sobbing. you were staring at the stars wondering why the hell god had done this to you when you suddenly heard another car roll up near by. you got scared for a second and just sat behind your bmw, trying to hide. then you heard a voice…

“y/n? can we talk? please?” fuck. it was chris. you stood up slowly, glared look shooting into chris’s eyes. “what do you want, kid. don’t you got that other girl to go talk to and be around?” you knew you were probably overreacting even more than earlier, especially with those words but you didn’t care. everything hurt. the only man you had ever given your trust to had blatantly betrayed you even after you gave him everything. and you were pissed. “look, i need you to listen to me… the hickies… i-“ chris sighed before stepping towards you. you were still looking at the ground, trying not to cry before he grabbed your chin with his pointer finger and thumb, lifting it to make you look at him.

“y/n. i love you so much. and i never meant to hurt you. i was drunk as fuck… and i know that’s no excuse for letting another girl kiss me and touch me… but i never meant for it to happen. if i had known, god, i would’ve shoved her off in a heartbeat…” he tried to explain. you were on the verge of crying again, your heart breaking at his words. you knew he loved you… but you were still hurt… “chris… i want to forgive you but- i gave you my trust. first man to ever truly gain it and you destroyed it in one night.. i just- don’t know how to feel..” you said, tears beginning to fall, your heart shattering.

chris also felt his heart break at your words but knew you were right. “i know, ma and i’m so sorry… but you have to trust me… i want you to know that everything i do is for you. my heart beats for you, my life revolves around you because the only woman i’ve ever truly loved besides my mom has been you, y/n.” with chris’s words, your body softened. you knew he meant it. not because he was spilling his heart but because he was crying… he once told you that he never ever cried and if he did, he’d be crying over his family or anyone he deeply, truly care about. your face softened as you suddenly found yourself falling into his arms.

he hugged you back, tears streaming down his face. his head was still pounding and his body felt weak as he was still partially drunk and partially hungover but he didn’t care. he knew what he said was true and he hoped you knew it too… everything in the world melted away as his arms wrapped around your waist and his head felt into the nook in between your neck and shoulder. you cried as well, your tears spilling onto the back of his shirt. “chris.. i love you too.. but that hurt. like really fucking hurt.” you spoke into his shoulder, your voice partially muffled. he sighed before speaking once again. “i know, babe, i know and i am so incredibly sorry. but i will do whatever it takes to make it up to you because- i can’t lose you, y/n…” you smiled softly at his words before pulling away from the hug, eyes closing as you leaned in. your lips latched onto his softly, pulling him into a gentle, loving, and forgiving kiss.

he kissed back, pulling you closer into him as you melted into his touch. you both pulled away with sweet smiles on your faces as your foreheads touched and your heart decided to give him a second chance… no matter what this man did, somehow in some way, even if your brain and heart thought it for awhile, he could never make you feel sick… and you could never make him feel sick either…

“guess i got some date ideas i gotta whip up to make up for this, huh?” chris asked, still holding you. “yes you do, weirdo.” you said with a smile, walking back to your car as you told him you’d meet him at the house. once you two got back, matt and nick had already gone back to bed seeing as it was around 5:15am. you smiled before you practically ran to chris’s room, flopping on the bed as chris giggled behind you. “someone’s excited to go back to sleep. i can’t blame you though, i feel like shit.” you chuckled at his words as he fell into bed next you, grabbing you and pulling you onto his chest. “no more drinking as hard as you did and you should be fine, babe.”

with a few more soft giggles and smiles on your faces, you both drifted back off to sleep, issue resolved and hearts full once again…

𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠! 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧! 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙖 <3

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[chericheribaby]

mid-story line tag!

10 lines from the middle of 10 fics & tagging 10 people

ty for the tags <3 @lifeisabitch-butimcute & @rae-lune sorry for taking so long!

beyond the horizon

“I’m losing it, Remus.”  “Shut it James, I’m driving through a fucking corn field and I can’t see shit—” “Language.” “Are you being fucking for real right now? You absolute— Watch out!” His uncle takes another sharp turn to avoid a combine and they’re back to another road, a smaller one, in between the crops.  Harry can see the thing they’re chasing a little better. It looks like an orb, like a big shiny ball. All gold exterior with big translucent wings. It’s a really pretty thing, if Harry says so himself. “System of Non-Intrusive Technology for Crops and Harvest, ” his dad explains, without Harry even saying a word. “Or SNITCH, for short. It’s a powerful drone. The wings alone could power up an entire farm.” “That’s why we’re chasing it?”  His dad’s smile is full of teeth. “We also like the thrill of it, don’t you agree?”

moonlight serenade

Sirius remembers the day they brought him home, all rosy cheeks and wild raven hair. Sirius remembers being scared out of his mind when his brother passed the tiny bundle to him, and Moony, what if I drop it, that would make me the worst godfather in the world, but he didn’t, and Harry held Sirius’ finger with his whole tiny hand and Sirius—well, he was the one who ended up falling. “I will take him back to bed,” James offers, standing up. Regulus nods and Harry leans away, letting his father kiss him goodnight on his forehead before he lets himself be scooped up by James. “Goodnight Siri,” he says, still yawning. “Goodnight, Haz.”  Harry looks over his dad’s shoulders at Sirius the whole way to his room.

the way home

“There will be a time when you will have to uphold the Black name and make something of it but if you insist on keeping this ruse up, you will leave us no choice, Regulus. The families are talking, and they’re not saying anything good about you.” “I don’t care about what they say about me.”  “I’ll make you.” Regulus bites back his panic. “What does it matter that much? I’m not even the heir, mother. Sirius is.” “Sirius belongs to the Black name, yes. We always planned it as such. But you, Regulus.” His mother smiles, cruel. “You belong to me.”

as warm as the Calabrian sun

“Is it for that fancy pants restaurant you work in?” Regulus splutters. “ No, I know how to make chicken soup. I’m a chef, dumbass.” “Then why do you ask? Why would you need my chicken soup recipe if you know how to make one already?” Regulus can literally hear the change of his tone, from curiosity to poorly concealed glee. "Is this about that crush of yours? The baker?” “No,” Regulus responds quickly, perhaps a little too quickly. “It is! ” his brother singsongs, delighted. “What happened to him, is he sick?”

light as a feather, soft as a kiss

“I— I don’t think anyone wants me there,” he says, swallowing the shame. “I want you there,” Harry frowns in confusion, as if the thought of anyone not wanting Draco is preposterous. Now it's Draco’s turn to feel his cheeks on fire.  “I— I’ll think about it,” he says, like he would ever say no to Harry. “Yeah, okay, fair enough,” Harry smiles the most dazzling smile at him and Draco can’t help to return the favor, only with a most reserved one. “You ready, Harry?” Weasley’s voice reaches them from the hall. 

slow dancing in the dark

It was a stupid meaningless fight and yet, one moment James was there, listening to his petty commentary and the next, he wasn’t. Regulus was really worked up to actually noticed the steps going away, door opening and closing. James used to go away when he was frustrated and needed it to cool off, but it never went on more than a few hours, James said he couldn’t spend too long away from him, no matter how mad he would get.  So at first, Regulus didn’t care.  Right now, though? Regulus feels miserable. He just wants to hold his husband, hide in the curve of his neck and tell him that he didn’t mean to, that his temper sometimes gets the better of him. He wants to say that he misses him and that he will put in  the work, that he’s going to change and—  The sound of someone knocking on the door cuts Regulus’ rambling.

some sunny day

“Bite me, Pettigrew,” he hisses, dropping the seawater in the dry sand for Lily to mould another tower.  “Put your money where your mouth is and I might Evan, don’t think I wouldn’t,” Peter winks at him and James suspects the red on Evan’s cheeks is not because of the sun.  “That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about! What, am I invisible or something?” Barty chastises from where he’s helping Pandora dig a hole in the sand to fill with water.  “That was for you too, Crouch, unless you two don’t come as a package? a pity, then,” Peter shrugs ignoring Barty’s poor attempts to say anything back.  Lily groans from behind her castle.

when it rains

Oh, that man. Sirius is fucking blushing again. What is going on with him? He somehow has the power to make Sirius into a stuttering mess. He wants to snog him just for that but he can’t. What if Sirius is misreading things? Padfoot, on the other hand, has no such qualms. After all, he has always had a wicked sense of humour. Sirius could bet anything his dog can almost sense Sirius’ attraction to the man next to him. In times like this, when Sirius’ future is at stake, Padfoot is the kind of dog that can’t help but give his human a hand. Or a paw. Or in this case, a push.

np tags: @angel-daydreams @veryinnovative @static-radio-ao3 @residentrookie @kaaaaaaarf @lavenderhaze @ecstarry @messymoony @fruityindividual (sorry if you already did this im so late hehe) and open tag!!

[captainamericasmotercycle]

Delicate

is it cool that i said all that? is it chill that you’re in my head?

pairing: jake seresin x reader

warnings: drinking/being drunk

wc: 841

a/n: just a fun little blurb ☺️

absolutely DO NOT steal my work and post it on other platforms. DO NOT feed my work to AI fuck that

Getting shit-faced early into a Friday night probably wasn’t in your best judgement. It was barely 11 and you already had so much alcohol in your system - but after a bad week at work, you needed it.

It wasn’t really your fault that it happened with almost all of your coworkers there, but they invited you to a bar. Were you just supposed to sit there and not drink?

You were barely coherent talking to some guy at the bar whom had just bought you another drink when you felt a strong hand on your upper arm pulling you off your stool and towards the door.

“Alright, you’ve had enough,” Jake stood in front of you with a hard look on his face.

“No, I didn’t finish,”

“Yes, you have. You’ve been drinking all night, darlin’, it’s quitting time,” he pulled you out the door of the Hard Deck.

“No,”

“Yes, c’mon, let me take you home,” he begged, opening the passenger door of his truck.

“But Natasha said she wanted to take me home,”

“She told me to bring you home, now c’mon,”

You hesitantly got in but Jake reassured you that you were okay. You love Jake, you’d decided that about 4 drinks and 5 years ago.

“I can tell you love me,”

“Yeah? How so?”

“Because you care about me and you’re taking me home.”

“I care about all my friends,”

“Yes, I know, that’s why I love you,”

“You love me, huh? Well I love having you as a friend too,” Jake was treading carefully, simultaneously being shocked at the words coming out of your mouth. He’d loved you for years, but had always been too hesitant to say anything because he didn’t think you felt the same.

“I do love you!! But as more than my friend,” you whispered the last part, to where it was barely audible.

“You got no idea what you’re sayin’, you’re drunk,”

“I may be drunk, but I do love you,” you slurred your words and smiled dopily at him.

“Tell me when you’re sober, and I’ll show you what love is.”

He pulled into your driveway and didn’t say another word to you. Processing everything you just said is fucking difficult, it’s not every day the girl you’ve loved and pined over tells you she loves you back.

He helped you out of your car and into your house.

“Bye, Jake, I love you,”

“Alright, darlin’, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he turned to leave when you shouted at him.

“Wait! Can you stay?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,”

“Please, I can sleep on the couch,”

“No, I’m not taking your bed,”

“Okay, then you sleep on the couch,”

“Baby..”

“Please, Jake,” he took a deep breath. It felt morally wrong to sleep over, especially since you were heavily inebriated, but he could take care of you if he stayed.

“Alright,” he locked his truck and then your front door.

You went to your bedroom to change and get ready for bed. After about 15 minutes of Jake awkwardly wandering around your house, you brought out a couple blankets and a pillow.

You said your goodnights and you went to your room. You were out almost immediately, Jake however, laid awake for what he thought was another 5 hours pondering what had happened and how he’d gotten on your couch.

You’d woken up with a glass of water and Tylenol by your bed. You look around to see if anyone had come home with you, because you can’t really remember anything.

Your bed and bathroom were clear, so you got up, brushed your teeth, took the meds, and walked out into the kitchen. That’s when you saw him.

Lieutenant Jake Seresin was standing in your kitchen, shirtless.

“I hope you don’t mind that I changed, I had a pair of sweats in my car,”

You stuttered put a response, “Um, yeah, no, that’s fine.”

You finally remembered what had happened last night, and embarrassingly so. You remembered everything from drinking way too much, to telling Jake you love him, to keeping him hostage on your couch.

You walked over to the coffee machine and poured yourself a cup. A tense silence hung between the two of you.

“So about last night,” you started.

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry,”

“For?”

“Getting shit-faced, saying some… things, and keeping you hostage,”

“Don’t stress it, we all have our moments, believe me,” he let out a light hearted laugh, he paused for a minute before speaking again, “Do you not remember what I said?”

“I do,” he let out a hum to your response, “and I do… still love you.”

His eyes brightened and he pulled you into him by the waist. He held your face and smiled as he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips.

You fell into the kiss and God, have you waited for this.

[eunchancorner]

You're Safe Here (Tiny Triple Threat)

I love little Ellie. As such, she must be tormented

-

”We’ve identified the parents’ bodies. Josh and Mary Rose, Ellie’s parents, or more specifically, Ellie’s father and step-mother. Her real mother divorced her father, didn’t even fight for custody. She didn’t answer when we tried to contact her. Then there’s Charlie’s parents, Tessa Calvin and Andre Jones. Turns out, Charlie’s real name is Charles. Recently married, from the files we have. Then Henry’s mother, Molly Stickmin. Father died when he was young. No next of kin for any of them, it looks like… We’re contacting the foster systems nearby, but it’s going to take a while. Keep a close eye on ‘em.”

“I will, sir. Goodnight.”

“Night, son.”

“They’re not gonna get better, are they?”

“JESUS- Ellie! What are you doing up so late?”

“I can’t sleep… But… Dad and Mary aren’t gonna get better, are they? Or Charlie’s mom and dad… or Henry’s mom…?”

“I… they… I’m sorry, Ellie…”

“I-it’s okay… I don’t think Dad and Mary liked me much, anyway…”

“Wh-... why’s that?”

“Dad always spends more time with Mary… And Mary gets mad when I call her ‘Mom’... and Dad gets her lots of expensive stuff and yummy, special food and I get little microwave meals… He doesn’t talk to me much… well… he didn’t…”

“Ellie… I-I… I’m sorry…”

“I… I kinda thought something happened to them when they took them into that room…”

“That room? What room?”

“A few weeks before you guys came… they took Dad, Mary, Charlie’s parents and Henry’s mom into a room… and then they came back without them. It made Henry really mad… He got loud… h-he yelled and called them names… th-they got really angry, and took him into the room, too… w-when he came back, h-he was crying, a-and there was blood coming f-from his mouth, but he- he wouldn’t talk… He couldn’t talk a-anymore.”

“I… oh my god, Ellie, I… I’m so sorry… I…”

“D-don’t tell Charlie… h-he really l-liked his parents… I-I don’t want him t-to know yet… H-he’ll get r-really upset…”

“I won’t, don’t worry… I… I didn’t really want any of you to know, yet. I didn’t know that you’d be so… perceptive, or that… Henry had- had seen them… I… didn’t think you guys could handle it yet.”

“Is th-that why we’re really s-staying with you…? B-because they’re gone…?”

“Yeah… That’s the real reason, kiddo… But I promise that I will keep you safe. All of you. At least until we can get you into real homes. You’re safe here, okay? Make sure you and the boys remember that.”

“O-okay… Thank you, Mr. Rupert…”

“Anytime, kiddo… do you need any help getting to sleep?”

“N-no… I-I don’t wanna sleep right now… C-can I stay up…?”

“... Sure, kiddo… Just tell me if you wanna go to bed, okay?”

“Okay…”

[opalimagines]

Glad You're Here

Rick stays the night after the final battle with Ultra-Humanite and the Mahkents, and the two of you have a long overdue talk. Takes place right after the events of Frenemies Chapter 13.

Rick Tyler/gn!reader

Warning: Vomiting/minor withdrawal symptoms (he wasn't using the hourglass for too long so I assumed he'd get off a little light)

"I made it."

You stood in the front doorway of your house, smiling softly and relieved he'd actually showed up, as Rick shifted his bag to his shoulder. He found it hard to look you in the eye after what happened. He'd been a total asshole to you, as well as Beth and her parents, when all you wanted was to provide help that he clearly desperately needed. Yet, while he was being taken care of after first removing the hourglass, you insisted he come stay with you.

So he cleaned up and packed a bag before Pat dropped him off at the old Zarick home.

Even if you hadn't pushed for it, truthfully, the last thing he needed was to be all alone back on that farm while withdrawing from the hourglass. Since a few hours had passed, it wasn't quite as horrible as it was when he first took it off. Dr. Chapel told him that since he'd only been using the hourglass constantly for a week or so it shouldn't take more than that for the chemicals to leave his system. But it wouldn't be a cakewalk.

"I made up one of the beds upstairs." You stepped back to let him in. "I'll show you."

Rick walked inside, not feeling quite as comfortable there as he'd begun to in the previous few months. He felt like he'd ruined a safe place, like he didn't deserve it after making so many wrong decisions.

You led him up the steps, which was unfamiliar, considering he'd never stepped foot up there before. Just as you had taken over the basement as your own space, the top level was all for your father. But he'd been gone for a while and would probably continue to be as he helped Jennie and her brother in New York.

Only one door was open, and you reached in to flip on the light inside. All of the furniture pieces except for the bed and the side table, which you'd left a few bottles of water on, were covered in white sheets, but some of the magic themed decorations on the wall quickly told him that this had been Joey Zarick's room. Before he was murdered by Icicle.

"Papa turned the guest room into a study, so this is the only extra bed. I think this room belonged to The Wizard's son, but if that's weird, you can sleep in my room and I'll take the couch."

"No, it's fine. Thanks." Rick stepped inside and placed his bag on the nicely made bed. The fact that you had done that with a cast on one arm didn't make him feel any better. He turned back to you and tried to say the words he'd needed to say for a few days. "(Y/N), I–"

"We can talk tomorrow, okay? You should get some rest." You wanted to get things out in the open as much as he did, but it had been a very long night. It was well past 2am, and Rick had obviously been in need of a good night's sleep for at least a few days.

Part of him wanted to counter that his sleep could be put off long enough for him to at least tell you just how fucking sorry he was, but he simply trained his eyes on the carpet. "...Yeah, okay."

You meant to turn away and head back to the basement, but after everything that had happened the past few days, you couldn't stop yourself from running to Rick and pulling him into a tight hug. He took a moment to get over the surprise and relax into it, carefully wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm glad you're here. I've really missed you," you whispered before pulling away far too soon.

He'd missed you, too. Once he put the hourglass on without the limiter, he stopped spending nearly as much time with you. As he got deeper and deeper into it, there was a part of him that didn't want you to see him that way.

"Goodnight, Rick."

Without giving him a chance to say it back, you vanished in a whoosh of air, leaving Rick to change and get into bed. But the sleep you'd been so insistent on wasn't coming easy, even with the weakness in his body and the heaviness in his eyes. He just kept staring at the ceiling and the shadows that the street light outside was casting onto it. There weren't any street lights out in West Farms, so he wasn't used to anything but the moon at night.

Dr. Chapel had given him some medicine to help with the symptoms after he took off the hourglass, and while it was working, he still felt like complete shit. His heart was beating a little too fast, and his whole body hurt. But he didn't feel like he was dying anymore, not that that was helping with the anxiety that plagued him despite the villains in Blue Valley being gone.

Rick carefully sat up and sighed, running a hand back through his messy hair. He checked the lock screen of his phone and confirmed that he'd been lying awake for almost two hours. He wondered if he was the only one failing to get any sleep.

He left the room and made his way down the steps, moving slowly to not make himself sick. He'd just knock once, and if you were awake and wanting to talk, great. But if he got no answer, he'd go back to bed and hope his mind and body would finally get with the program and rest. You'd still be there in the morning.

Once at your door, he took a breath and lightly knocked on the wood.

The sound was nearly inaudible over the soft music playing from your stereo. After about an hour of tossing and turning, you'd given up completely and thrown on an album—at a low volume, though, just in case it woke Rick up. You'd been sitting up in your bed, holding that little Sonic you loved so much as the gravity of everything that had happened with Ultra-Humanite, Icicle, and Dragon King really set in.

But as soon as you heard the noise, you shut off the turntable and bolted up the steps, opening the door before Rick could even finish knocking.

The sight of his bed head and his simple pajamas—a well fitted grey tee and black sweatpants—made you stumble over yourself a bit. "D-Did my music wake you up?"

"No, I didn't hear anything." You looked just the same as you did a few hours ago, totally wide awake, and he was glad he hadn't ended up disturbing you just because he couldn't sleep. "So...you're having trouble sleeping, too?"

"It's hard to settle down after everything that's happened, you know?" You pointed your thumb back behind you. "Want to come down?"

Rick nodded, and he followed you down the steps and to your bed, which you sat on the edge of, patting the spot next to you once he arrived. He barely even sat down before the words spilled out of his mouth. "I'm sorry for being such an asshole. You didn't deserve any of that. You're not a freak."

"Rick, I forgive you." You put your hand on his shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "What you said really hurt, but you weren't in your right mind."

"That's not an excuse." Rick stared down at his bruised knuckles, trying to keep it together. Even though he'd taken off the hourglass, his emotions were still a little out of whack. It would be that way for a few days, at least. "I said what I knew would hurt you. I wanted to push you away so you wouldn't stop me." It almost worked, too. You were all the way in New York City with your father, and he wouldn't have blamed you for not coming back.

"It's not your fault. Sylve–I mean, Ultra-Humanite wanted the JSA to break apart. He was manipulating all of us. You with the hourglass, Beth with her parents, Yolanda with Cindy..."

"What did he say to you?"

"He told me that my dad could use his speed to travel through time and to other universes, which I knew about already. I think he wanted me to try it and get lost. It would've hurt Papa a lot, and all three of them really hated him."

"It wouldn't have just hurt him. You're part of our team. I know I said you have no friends, but that wasn't true. We care about you." Rick spoke in a quieter voice as he added, "I care..."

"I care about you too, Rick." You said, smiling softly as you blinked back tears. Sometimes you could forget that you finally had true friends. "I'm so glad you took the hourglass off. If you hadn't, you could've-"

"Died. I know." Rick looked at you, your watery eyes reminding him of when he'd blown up at you and of another thing he hadn't addressed yet. Another cruel thing he said that he didn't actually mean, not in a million years. "There was something else I said that day. How I wanted you to leave me alone..."

"I know that I want to hang out with you too much," His words had been replaying in your head often since he said them. As bad as the rest of it was, you really hated the thought that you annoyed him, "and I know I need to back off a little. Because you were right, you're not my boyfriend."

Rick had almost forgotten about that little bit of projection he'd thrown in there.

"Rick, it's okay that you don't feel the same way I do," you continued. "Being your friend is way more important to me than any of that. I can't blame you for liking Courtney. She's a really great person."

In spite of this serious discussion and how awful he felt, Rick actually laughed. "What?"

"You like Courtney."

The sheer shock and disbelief didn't go away. It got worse, in fact. "What the hell did I do to make you think that?"

Since you'd expected him to agree with your conclusion and let you down gently, you were just confused. "Well, you were acting weird when Courtney and Cameron started going out. I know you don't like him anyway, but it seemed like a jealousy thing."

"Courtney's like my sister." Even the thought of that made his skin crawl. He loved her, but never in that way. "And I just really hate Cameron." Rick gestured to your broken arm, which he'd really been trying not to think about after the way the sight of bone sticking out of your skin fueled his already out of control rage back at the Mahkent home. "I hate him more now that he did that to you."

"This?" You lifted the cast covered arm. "I heal fast. This thing will be off in a few days." A smile spread across your face as you finally looked at him again. "So, I guess this means that Yolanda was right. About you liking me back, I mean."

"She told you?" He'd suspected that his friends knew, but he didn't expect any of them to spill it to you without at least talking to him first. Not that he would've been all that receptive.

"She was tired of us being oblivious. Everyone was, apparently." You traced your finger over one of the little doodles on your cast. "She encouraged me to ask you out, so I invited you to the movies. But you didn't show, and then I remembered how you reacted to Courtney and Cameron earlier that day. I just...assumed she had it wrong."

You'd asked Rick to the movies the very same day he'd removed the limiter from the hourglass. He blew you off to spend the night testing his new power, and he could remember how disappointed you sounded on the phone when he said he wasn't going. At the time, he didn't realize he was hurting you, and he didn't really care. Even if he'd realized it was meant to be a date—and his belief that you could never have feelings for someone like him guaranteed that he wouldn't—the hourglass still would've been more important to him. It was the only thing that mattered at the time, and he hated himself for getting so caught up in it, for multiple reasons. "I'm sorry for standing you up. I'm an idiot."

"It's okay. You've been going through a lot, and I should've been more clear that I was asking you on a date. Maybe we could try it again...whenever you're ready for that."

"Do you really wanna deal with all of this?" With me?

"Rick..." You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him for the second time that night. "You're the first real friend I've ever had. My best friend. I'll be here for you no matter what. Whether it's as your friend or something more is up to you, but that's not a choice you need to make right now. Okay?"

Rick sniffled and tucked his face in the crook of your neck as he hugged you back tightly. The combination of his emotional state, his lack of sleep, and your heartfelt words made him tear up fast. As soon as you felt a drop on your skin, you rubbed his back soothingly.

"You need to get some rest, Rick," you said in a soft tone. "It's been such a long night."

Rick pulled back enough to look at you with red-rimmed eyes, wiping the remaining tear from his damp cheek.. "I already tried that. It didn't work out so well."

"You can sleep here if you want. There's room for both of us."

"You sure?" Letting him stay at your house was one thing, but he hadn't expected you offering to share your bed.

"Mhm." You let go of him and got under the blanket, leaving the side he was still sitting on open. "And you can have him for the night too," you said, holding out your little Sonic. "It'll help you feel better. Trust me."

Rick cracked a small smile as he took the stuffed animal and laid down on the empty side of the bed, facing you. He reached back to turn off the lamp, and you threw the blanket over him. After a moment of indecision, Rick carefully reached out and patted the space between you until he found your right hand and rested his on top of it.

"Being around you...that makes me feel better," he said quietly, closing his eyes. "Goodnight."

You wrapped your hand around his and smiled. "Goodnight."

Rick woke up several hours later in a much different position. He was turned completely around, your chest against his back and your injured left arm slung over his side. He could feel your breathing and the warmth that radiated from your body. It was...nice. Even seeing that the clock on your nightstand read nearly 1pm didn't get him to move.

He was close to drifting off again when you stirred. It took you several moments to register that Rick was there and a few more to realize that you were awfully close to him. Probably too close. You moved your arm off of him and pulled away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"No, it's okay. I like it." He didn't want to admit that he already missed it. Physical contact wasn't something he'd gotten a lot of, at least not the comforting kind.

"Oh..." You pressed yourself up against him again and put your arm right back where it was. "Um, I like it too."

"I hope you weren't planning on going to school."

"Absolutely not." After the night the JSA had, every single one of you deserved to skip school that day.

Rick smiled, gently laying his arm over yours. He looked down at the small part of the cast that he could see, noticing a name that he didn't know—Grant. Jennie and your father must have already found another superpowered legacy. He asked you a question that had been on his mind since he heard you left town, grateful that you couldn't see his face at the moment. "Before you heard about Ultra-Humanite and Icicle, were you going to stay in New York?"

"No, I was always going to come back. I just needed a little bit of time away from Blue Valley. And to talk to my father." You let out a soft sigh against his shoulder, which he could feel through his t-shirt. "There was a minute where I considered going there permanently once you were safe from the hourglass, but...I realized that I belong here with the JSA."

"Like I said, you're part of the team." His fingers brushed yours, unable to really hold that hand at the moment. "I'm sorry I made you doubt that."

"No more 'I'm sorry's needed, Rick. At least not for me."

Rick apologized to you as well as the girls, but he still needed to talk to Beth's parents. He would absolutely be doing that, just not that day. Dr. Chapel had even told him to focus on getting back to himself.

"How do you feel about breakfast?" You propped yourself up on your elbow and looked down at him. "Or, I guess it would be 'brunch' at this point."

Since you mentioned it, he couldn't remember the last time he actually ate something. The hourglass had made him forget, but without it, he could feel the hunger pangs. "Sounds great."

"We can have some french toast. Or omelets. Or whatever you want." You got out of bed and stretched, your joints crackling a bit. You didn't usually stay in bed for as long as you had that day. "Maybe we can watch a movie upstairs." There was the old television and VCR right there in your room, but the Zarick family's DVD collection was more extensive and modern than your VHS tape collection.

Rick sat up, and the change in his blood pressure quickly caused a wave of nausea. He was never going to make it over to your bathroom in time, but thanks to your very very quick reaction time, he suddenly had a small trash can in his hands to aim for.

You gently rubbed his back as he heaved into the can. Throwing up with nothing in your stomach was worse than the alternative because then all that would come up was stomach acid and bile. He figured you were right to suggest breakfast after all.

When he finally felt he was done, you helped him to the bathroom. He used some of your mouthrinse to rid the awful taste from his mouth and splashed some cool water on his clammy face. You handed him a small towel to dry off, rubbing his back once again. "I think we should stick with bland foods until you're feeling better."

"Good call."

"You can stay down here. I'll bring you something," you said, gesturing back to your bed.

"Your arm's broken," he reminded you. "I'm not going to ask you to make me breakfast."

Even with one arm, you could still have breakfast done in a second, but it was sweet that he was concerned about it. "Alright, I'll go by Richie's then."

Before Rick could even start to say that he could manage cooking something on his own, you were already gone. He carefully sat back down on the bed and sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face.

As bad as he still felt, he was also glad that he hadn't succeeded in pushing you away. That he hadn't lost you.

[megumi-fm]

26th to 30th Apr; doa🚲 complete!!

hi. gah. okay. here's my wrap up for the month

📝 prepped for and completed the last set of internal tests for this degree [2/2] (which I got through after much cribbing and whining and quite literally projecting study topics onto my blorbos 👍 ) 📝 started GRE prep!

🎓 got some gradecard related paperwork done 🎓 spoke to my prof regarding my internship deliverables for uni—report format, certificate requirements, etc etc

📥 I voted! it was the first central elections since I turned to an adult and the whole experience was quite interesting

💻 completed a bunch of tasks for my internship

💻 made like a super extensive flowchart about all the work done at my internship which took me like a total of 20+ hours T-T 💻 finished preparing my Uni Internship presentation! 💻 submitted the presentation to the assistant guide, waiting on her response to make changes atm

🍶 7+ glasses of daily water intake 🎵 svt's new single is out and I've been going insane about it and thus this challenge comes to an end... I had started this off as an 18day daily habit tracker but then it kind of grew out into a challenge for the month. Special thanks to Yumi the loml <3 (@thelastneuron) for starting the Days of April challenge (Yumi idk when you'll see this but i miss you and I hope you've been kicking ass during your hiatus). also massive thanks to Zip (@zipstidbits) for leaving the kindest comments/tags on my post during the past week and to Tanishka (@booksbluegurl) who is literally the sweetest and has been sending in asks and keeping me company during this challenge <3

there's a lot more i wanna yap about in regards to how the month went but I'll leave that under the tags xD goodnight besties <3

month end brainrot

april started off with dips and more dips but by the end of the month it feels like I've caught up. productivity is a wave so as long as I keep riding at it i'll be okay.

also. progress is cumulative. even the seemingly inconsequential completion of daily tasks has lead to an overall improvement through the week. things add up

I spent a lot of time this month (and moreso this past week) feeling dejected that I've been leaving my tracker posts (and my digital planner entries) incomplete... but like. the whole point of trackers and planners (and this studyblr) is to get work done. work is the priority and the tracking is a means to an end. so if im getting work done that is already a win. yeah... i've had to keep reminding myself that

there is no one-tool-fix for tracking and journalling. what works for planning out one task will not work for the other. I need to strop trying to fit all my plans into one formulaic strategy box

on that note. it's time to return to handwritten journaling. digital journalling (notion + YPT + discord + tumblr) was fun while it lasted <3 but my brain needs novelty again so it's time i switch back. I think I finally have an idea for a system that could be sustainable for me... although I say that every time I switch to a new form of tracking. but hey. as long as it helps me get work done for whatever duration of time, it's good enough

using kpop and kdrama references to make notes and study really paid off. ngl I only did it cause I was super desperate but incorporating stuff I couldn't understand with a topic I really like paid off. It also gave me the motivation and momentum to study for much longer than I otherwise would have

last but not least. my water intake has been really good this month! I've also been eating healthy and I've been cooking more my phone usage has also been reduced by a lot. sure none of them have had a perfect streak but i started at zero and it feels like I've levelled up quite a bit. the exercise component has been a bit difficult to maintain given my workload :/ i need to figure out what to do about that...

yep. that's it for now. this month really tired me out, I think im gonna lay off daily challenges for a while. For now I guess I'll stick to my (bi?tri?)weekly tracker posts xD

[poems-and-cows]

Yay, second day off!

Today was a lazy day, because we all deserve those at some point. I stayed in my pyjamas, and lounged around watching TV.

I used to get shamed all the time for wanting lazy days, but the truth is that I can’t really function without one. Waking up and going to work for 5 days a week is utterly exhausting for me, and I need at least one day a week where I can do absolutely nothing, wake up way too late, and not even have to get dressed. Some people see it as just being lazy, but that’s just simply untrue. Without a day with no pressure where I can recharge, I would be completely shattered.

A day of work isn’t just a day of work for me. It’s getting out of bed, picking an outfit, getting dressed, brushing my teeth, doing my hair, making breakfast, tidying up, leaving the house, catching the tube, walking to the institute, walking down all those stairs, actually doing the work, socialising, all the little jobs on top of work, tea runs, packing up, walking to the tube, catching the tube home, putting all my stuff where it needs to go, getting changed out of my work clothes, tidying up, making dinner, extra chores, changing into my pyjamas, brushing my teeth and then finally going to bed.

That repeats for 4 more days, and usually there’s more than that, since that’s just a typical day.

That might seem like nothing to the average person, but to me that’s like climbing a mountain. Having one day where all those things are reduced down to just getting out of bed, brushing my teeth, making food, and making tea? That’s so important to me and my health.

I’ve woken up at 11am, stared at the ceiling, brushed my teeth, made food, and then watched Bake Off for hours. I’m not ashamed, because if that’s what I need to function then I’ll do it. Maybe one day it’ll get better and I won’t need it, but for now that’s something essential. I need a day of way too much sleep, no movement, and no pressure. And do you know what? That’s completely okay, and I’m proud of myself that I’ve found a system that works for me.

I’m sure you’ve noticed how tired I’ve been lately, and it’ll start to show again later next week. For now though, I’ll be okay. I’m fully recharged, I’m rested, and I’m mentally prepared for another week.

The moral of the story? Let yourself have lazy days! Put no pressure on yourself, and give your body and mind time to process everything. It doesn’t work for everyone, but sometimes not having to do loads of mini jobs is wonderful for your health. We weren’t meant to live like this; humans weren’t built for this style of living! Be kind to yourself: you’re like a hamster in one of those cruel escape mazes, and the conditions are super stressful. Let yourself have a break from all that stress, and don’t feel guilty about it.

Look after your body and mind, and they’ll look after you too.

Goodnight everybody ^^

[ask-postcrash-curly]

Yeah, I can't deny: working part-time at retail is a good way to lose your faith in humanity. I dealt with a lot of…..interesting people during my few years there. 100% would rather stay at the wildlife center, but it's a non-profit, so they can very rarely hire people full-time.

God, I have a ton of stories at that retail job. There was this one time when we got the whole dressing room area remodeled, and we FINALLY opened it back up to the public and not even in the first 5 hours, someone was doing illicit drugs in the men's stall. We had to completely shut it down again and clean it out. The whole dressing room smelt like chemicals for days. It was a nightmare...

There was this other time when I nearly lost my job due to two customers nearly fighting with each other. You see, sometimes we have these carts that we push out from the back of the building. These carts tend to have boxes on them with a ton of utensils, candles, food, etc. Anyway, very rarely, we carry out a certain collector's brand of ceramic utensils and, for some fucking reason, it makes middle-aged white women go "gaga" over them. I don't like being rude about it, but it's true, okay? (I think we had a term for them: "Karens") If you had 5–10 people hovering around you while trying to unbox shit, you'd probably be on edge too... It was my first time helping my co-workers do the unboxing and what I didn't know was that we had two important rules about these guys…1) You do NOT unbox said brand and hand it to THEM and 2) you do NOT go to the back of the building to get said brand for THEM. What I needed to do was unbox it, place it down in its rightful place and let them go crazy over it. Long story short: I gave a lady one of the plates and then another lady came by and got PISSED. She started arguing with me about it, and then she was trying to steal it from the lady I gave it to! Shit started escalating fast, and I had to panic call my store manager onto the floor with my walkie-talkie. She was able to deal with it, but she was not very happy with me that it happened hahaha… Eugh.

Since it was my first time doing that, I was just given a warning and my manager just told me those two rules after that. Kind of got sick of working part-time and needed a full-time job. Wasn't really climbing the latter, so I went to my current job and now there are no ladders, just a tarpit. It's not all bad, but I wish I could just work in HR or do something different. I forgot to mention it, but the new building randomly trained me in that "Emissary" role this week and I passed. But… I don't know if it will transfer over to my old building?? I mean it's in our system, so I guess I'll figure it out sometime this week when I go back. By the way, if you want more retail stories, just let me know. I need to rest, last week of overtime for me…rest well, Curly. Love you and goodnight or good morning.

-🦉🌙 "Luna"

Sorry to hear.

In the first five hours? Jeez. See, that was another good thing about Pony Express. We only had to interact with customers once during the whole ordeal.

Wow. What's with those rules? How is that your fault?? I seriously don't get what the problem was there...

No ladders. Just a tarpit. This is a damn hellscape... Whatever you're willing to share, sure. Best of luck.

Thank you. Rest well to you, too. Love you. I have no fucking idea what time it is, honestly. I fell asleep for a while before and I don't know for how long.