#'but they only have 6 songs-' shhhhh

[yoshi-ori]

bro why is boynextdoor's entire discography kinda a banger

[godkingsanointed]

TLT characters as kids iv looked after

Harrow: quiet,VERY serious,take a like 6 months to warm up to you enough to even aknowledge your presence but the TINY nod hello means a lot when it happens. After a year of quiet observation and assurance that you won't bother her unless she asks for your attention. She starts to say random things to you in a tiny determined voice to test the waters,eventually getting to the point where she trusts you enough to just verbalize her every opinion. Absolutly will not so something she doesn't want to unless you explain in depth why and it seems reasonable to her otherwise it's simply unflinching,stubborn and unmoving defiance (it's very cute)

Gideon: oh Lord SOUND just...constant sound. Do NOT take away her comfort toy. Says every thought she has,sings along to every song,talks to at everyone,trying to escape constantly and refusing to do anything. Labelled a "trouble" child but really is just not being engaged with enough. Talk to her and keep her entertained and she's delightful,given half a seconds chance will immediatly try and channel her energy into helping and is very proud if you let her. Can be a bit overwhelming for some kids,but extremely protective of them. Seems to gravitate towards lonely kids

Ianthe+Coronabeth: from a well of family that PACKS their day with too much to do,like of course they want to bite everyone when you wake them up st 4am?? Their 5 leave them alone?? Sometimes gets affectionate but WATCH OUT it's usually a trap,they crave blood. Still cute tho and randomly giggles at something only they know. Rarely fights with each other but when they do their little worlds end temporarily

Naberius: He's like 4 with a personal IPad,he can talk but won't and just points at what he wants you to do. Has a habit of pretending to be upset because he likes being comforted,and will tell you EXACTLY how he wants said comfort which would be fine occasionally if it didn't entail a CONSTANT cycle of scream over nothing and then run you through the script of "shhhhh shhhhh" for 2 hours straight. Instinctively knows how to swear and will do it at the worst times for you

Cam and Pal: Too smart,will learn how to do a new thing at the worst time for their carer. Can both undo seat belts,in which Cam frees Pal, and Pal goes on a mad little baby freedom crusade letting out as many other kids as possible until caught. Chaotic bit still babies of reason,they'll only do it once per trip as little a treat. Otherwise very well behaved,they'll just chatter back and forth in their own baby code probably solving the universe's questions

Judith and Marta: Judith is the kid that is constantly trying to snitch on people for swearing,but is also low-key the one trying to trick them into swearing. At least once a trip pisses someone off to the point of having to stop baby fights,EXTREMELY concerned about everything ever. Marta is the baby doll she whispers to while obviously shit talking everyone and making SURE you know it

Silas and Colum: Silas is like Harrow but he doesn't warm up to you,he has his person and it's not you. He's here to do whatever his little baby brain needs him to do and your just around too he guessed which,I can respect tbh. He keeps a VERY close eye on the time,and will not budge on his schedule so KEEP UP. Colum is his said person,and it's obvious from how the two seamless navigate said schedule that he's put in a lot of time and a lot of care into looking after this kid. It's kinda inspiring,and also proof that mayhaps telepathy exsists

Jeanmary and Isaac: the #besties. Are kept together because they positively encourage each other. Painfully shy but trying to fight it,they'll whisper to each other an hype each other up for 20 minutes to like...ask you your favourite colour. Constantly playing pretend that their superheroes,if you play along they'll love you forever

Dulcie and Pro: she's just had surgery and she's literally trying to climb the walls,she has at *least* one day off a week for hospital appointments and has a new medication and an even bigger drive to go feral each time. She's wonderful,she's always smiling,she's tried to escape the car park and crawl under a vehicle at LEAST once. She exsists to fullfill every baby impulse that's ever crossed her baby brain and if you stop her there will be HELL (until she inevitably exhausts herself and she falls asleep,she sleeps a LOT between bouts of chaos). Pro is very gentle and very diligent with her care and explains each new medical update,medication and care need very patiently. Dulcie is trying to wiggle herself upside down and out of her seat the whole time

The Lyctors (and the 5th) as parents Iv worked for

Magnus and Abigail: so friendly and sweet,really make you feel like part of the family. They can end up spending too long chatting with you but you don't mind,and all the kids love them,greeting them more enthusiastically then their own parents. They get the whole class their kids are in little presents for their kids birthdays and for Christmas,and buy you *really* expensive Christmas gifts saying it's a thank you for caring for their kids.

Mercymorn: always complaining. You picked up her kid too early or too late,she's trying to demand you learn how to set up her kids iPad,that you bring specific snacks *just* for her kid,she calls you at 6am on days off to check the school schedule even tho it's Google-able,has said at least twice she's going to report you for?? Getting stuck in traffic but never does because she never learned your name and doesn't actually care if her kids comes home late,she just likes to complain.

Augustine: literally *always* late,not by a dramatic amount but enough when his kid gets picked up at the same time every day and he's *always* late. Never acknowledges this,just says something vaguely charming to distract you do you forget until next time. Always ceased like he's about to go to a fancy meeting but you've never seen him leave or come back to the house so many he just lives like that? His kids clothes are more expensive then your life but look way too pristine for children,your not sure these people are real

G1deon: never late,runs that shit with military precision and is about as friendly. Basically only grunts at you or silently walls off with their kid,unless he's spotted an extremely minor graze or scratch on his kid he's CONVINCED one of the other children is doing. Like,gets weirdly fixated on it,it's nothing dude stop having a vendetta with toddlers you fuckin weirdo

[kitty0boy]

Uh ohhh, back again. So this time it’s, you guessed it, Marichat. I will write other love square fics in the future but for now I must feed my Marichat starved ass. As always, Adrien is 18, Marinette is 17, and this time, Chat pays Marinette a visit, while drunk. Nothing smutty just dumb Chat Noir. And I checked, the drinking age in France is actually 16 so this is very much legal. Enjoy!

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Adrien was bored, so incredibly bored in his absolutely massive room. Despite having a rock wall, a piano, an arcade machine, a Foseball table, a wide screen television, a computer, and an entire wall full of CDs, Adrien was bored. He felt bad that he didn’t appreciate all he had, but the simple fact is that he would give all of it away in a heartbeat, and you know what? Maybe he should. There are thousands of kids in Paris that would kill to have a fraction of all he had. And he was rich anyways so he could just buy something else. He sighed and Plagg lazily rolled over on his desk. “Are you as bored as I am?” His Kwami asked. “Yup.” He replied. What to do what to do. “You know Plagg, I kind of feel like pissing off my father right now.” He said nonchalant. “Who are you and what have you done with Adrien?” Plagg teased, earning a giggle from his wielder. Over the years Plagg seemed to rub off on him. He was still a hundred times more responsible than Plagg but he wasn’t a stick in the mud when it came to rules. He wasn’t afraid to piss of Gabriel or disappoint him anymore, he didn’t spend much time with him anyways. “Well then,” Plagg said, floating up “let’s see what we can find.”

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Marinette had finally figured out a routine when it comes to being the guardian. The Kwamis were allowed out of the miracle box for two hours everyday. She would set up snacks, board games, arts and crafts and more to keep them entertained. In exchange, they would stay quiet so that people wouldn’t be worried for her, plus it helped to not have the Kwamis ripping her room to shreds. Their time out of the miracle box had just ended. She had already cleaned up the board games and brought the plates down stairs. She was about to change into her pjs when something poked through her window. It was a black glove. She squealed and tried to quickly pull her shirt back on before he could come in. “Chat Noir! What did I say about knocking?” She quickly stuffed the miracle box into her closet before approaching the window. He didn’t climb in right away though, instead he dangled from the window sill. She poked her head out and made eye contact with him.

“Look Marinette, now I’m the damsel I’m distress, waiting for my hero to save me.” He slurred his words a little which was odd. Playing along she grabbed him by the arms and pulled him up through her window. Instead of standing and climbing through the window. He dragged himself in and slumped to the floor with his back against the carpet. “You know, you’re strong for a little person.” He giggled. “Ok kitty, get up.” He followed orders and stood, but he swayed slightly and laughed more when she held him steady. He reached up and, booped her. What? She knew he was a dork but he never usually acted like this. Then the faint scent of expensive wine hit her nose. “Chat are you drunk?” He crossed his arms infront of him. “No I’m not, I’m Chat Noir.” He laughed at his own dad joke. “Yeah ok, you’re drunk.” She sighed and rubbed her temple. “Just wait here a minute.”

She went downstairs and got a glass of water and some croissants for him to snack on. She opened the trap door, “Ok kitty, time for you to sober up.” She looked at him, still standing in the same place she had left him. What a goof.

“Come sit Chat, we can watch a movie while you eat.” He obeyed and collapsed dramatically onto the chaise lounge. “Can I get cuddles Marinette, your knight in shining armour is touch starved, only the cuddles of his *hic* purrincess can save him from this curse.” She giggled, “Ok, but after you eat first.” He sat bolt upright and seemed to regret that decision because he slumped and collapsed again. She laughed and he pouted, “Chat oh my god, you don’t have to rush, I’m not leaving.” He smiled clumsily, was it even possible to smile clumsily? He sat up in slow motion, no he actually tried to move in slow motion before slowly reaching out and grabbing a croissant. “Chat you’re going to kill me,” she laughed “you don’t have to move in slow motion, you can eat at a normal pace.” Somehow, he didn’t understand the concept of normal because he shoved the whole croissant into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. ‘How was that even possible?’ she thought, did he have power she didn’t know about? Like stretchy mouth or something? She stared at him dumbly as he inhaled another croissant. “Ok kitty, this time we’re going to take bites.” She picked up a croissant and took a bite out of it, “Like this see, bites.” It was like teaching a toddler, she had done it in the past but said toddler wasn’t drunk and 6 feet tall. Chat didn’t grab the last croissant on the plate, instead he took a regular sized bite of the croissant in Marinette’s hand, chewed and swallowed. She laughed again, he was such a dork. She decided that it would just be easier to let him eat the croissant like that so she fed him the rest and adjusted her computer on the desk so it was facing them. She handed Chat the remote. “Ok kitty, you pick what movie you wanna watch and I’ll be right back ok? Don’t go anywhere.” He gave a toothy grin before sliding to the ground and sitting against the chaise lounge. She sighed smiling and walked towards her bathroom to change and get ready for bed.

When she walked back in, Chat wasn’t scrolling through movie options or even sitting up right. He was lying, on the ground starring blankly at her ceiling with the song “Despacito” playing from his baton. She walked over to him and kneeled by his face, “Chat Noir what are you do-?” He placed a finger on her lips and slurred out a “Shhhhh.” Before a tear rolled down his cheek, she looked at him, mixed between trying not to laugh and concerned. “I’m in my feels princess.” He said before deeply inhaling. “DESPACI-“ her hand slapped over his mouth before she rested her head on his chest and wheezed out a laugh. “Chat oh my fucking god.” She said between giggles “You have to keep quiet, my parents would kill me if they found out you were here, and drunk no less.” He reached up and put his hand on top of her hand that was currently silencing him, instead of pulling it off, he kissed it and smiled at her. Her face turned beet red as she stared at him. That is until he licked her hand. She pulled her hand away and wiped it on her shirt. “Chat!” She exclaimed, he brought his hands behind his head and smirked at her, “Who’s the loud one now little lady?” She blushed again, if it wasn’t for the fact that he just licked her, she might have stammered too. Instead she just shook her head, “Come on Chat, let’s watch a movie.” His eyes lit up and he stood, jumping up and down, “Do I get cuddles now?” His tail swished behind him. Was he a dog or a cat? She laughed and agreed before the pair settled on the chaise.

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The sun was beaming on his face when he woke up. He was surprised he didn’t have a headache. He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw, was pink. Lots and lots of pink. His eyes shot open and looked around before landing on a mop of Raven hair. Marinette was cuddled up to him, her arms encircling his torso while her head rested on one half of his chest, one of her legs crossed over his. ‘Oh no, oh shit shit shit.’ He gulped before slowly moving his hand down her back, oh thank god, she had clothes on. He smiled down at her and soon, she blinked up at him. “Good morning Marinette.” He said, his voice still heavy with sleep. “Ah so you’re sober I see, don’t worry, nothing happened.” She said reassuringly. He ran a hand down his face, a gloves hand. Ah so he came here as Chat Noir. “Do you remember anything?” He shook his head and she filled him in. “Well I’m glad I didn’t do anything stupid.” He laughed, “Nope it was more like babysitting an overgrown toddler.” She laughed, he smiled. “I’m surprised you don’t have a headache.” She said, “It’s probably the suit, it will probably get worse when I take to suit off.” He made to leave but Marinette held him down. “Nope, I had to babysit you all night, I request cuddles as payment.” He sighed before rolling onto his side and nuzzling his face into her neck. “Fine by me purrincess.”

He was right, his head nearly split open from the hangover, but it was all worth it.

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Thanks for reading!

[intentosolenne]

RULES :  tag 10 followers you want to get to know better!

TAGGED BY:  @aplushemporium​, thank you so much! <3 TAGGING: YOU READING, because i’m too shy to tag anyone!! >:)

NAME: actual name is silvia  ——  i’m going more and more often with castiel, or cas! STAR SIGN: capricorn~ HEIGHT: 163cm (which should be around 5′3 feet?) last time i checked. MIDDLE NAME: i actually don’t have one! which is pretty common in italy from what i see, in latest times it’s incredibly rare to find someone with a middle name. at least in my experience!

PUT YOUR ITUNES/SPOTIFY/YOUTUBE ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP? (i did it with the last songs per artist i listened to on youtube because i listen music only there and there isn’t really a shuffle from what i see. also, lofi compilation is excluded)      [ 1 ]  ——  GOLIATH; by woodkid      [ 2 ]  ——  BUSY EARNIN’; by jungle      [ 3 ]  ——  KISS THE SKY; by shawn lee’s ping pong orchestra      [ 4 ]  ——  LIGHTHOUSE; from the dead cells ost by valmont      [ 5 ]  ——  NO HERO; by elisa      [ 6 ]  ——  WHAT MAKES A GOOD MAN; by the heavy (shh, i know, lots of borderlands, shhhhh)

GRAB ONE BOOK NEAREST TO YOU AND TURN TO PAGE 23. WHAT’S LINE 17? “Of course, not everyone was pleased with the way things turned out. Deliverance Wilde, for example, wandered miserably around the Hall saying I could have been rich, rich, rich... She could have been dead, in any number of unpleasant ways, but I was too much of a gentleman to point that out.”

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? nope! but who knows, maybe one day. <3 WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? freaking yesterday night while listening to how you like me now by the heavy. it’s FUN-- WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? at the moment i don’t think i have a celebrity crush anymore. 🤔 they were rare to begin with for me, but now even less. WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE, AND A SOUND YOU LOVE? any very high pitched sound makes me incredibly uncomfortable for some reason; and i know it’s weird, but i loooove the sound that big robotics make, that sort of weoowwnnn they do when they move. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? yes, but not the usual spooky shows interpretation of them. HOW ABOUT ALIENS? yes again! DO YOU DRIVE? not yet, but will learn soon. it’s time, i can’t avoid it anymore. IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? not yet for obvious reasons, but boy oh boy am i terrified it will be the first thing i do when i take the licence. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? mistborn book 1, “the final empire”, by brandon sanderson. it made me laugh and cry and completely broke me, 5/5 i LOVED IT. DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? mostly not, but sometimes i like the scent it leaves behind, for some reason. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? from beginning to end, it was toy story 2. last movie that i didn’t see before was tenet. WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? i think it’s probably when i fell from the carousel that was going at the speed of LIGHT, where i scratched all my arm and almost hit a rock with my face. i was still a kid though, i remember vaguely the whole deal! DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? [shakes billy joe cobra like a squeaky toy], but also i’m very very VERY into the sinking city and could talk about it for DAYS. and tenet, wonderful movie giving me headaches because i can’t stop thinking about it.

[iwantitiwriteit]

Slow Burn: Act I - Part 6

The Museum

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

Summary: You and Chris enjoy a day at the museum as the first act of your newfound clean slate.

Warnings: pure Fluff for once, the usual silly antics

Notes: Back to our regularly scheduled fanfic-ing. Hope y’all didn’t mid that mid-series break; I literally forgot how to write. But it was fun getting back in the groove of fluff! P.S. I miss museums. Read the previous part here and check this part’s moodboard + music.

Chris’ pace is quick as he walks the city sidewalk, evading puddles in his path. Sprinkling now, he doesn’t want to test his luck walking leisurely as he normally would. Normally, he’d take the time to gawk at the beauty and bustle of his city. But not today.

Today is a rainy Monday in Boston, perfect for your indoor date. Except, this is not a date. That’s what Chris told himself. That’s what he told his friend and brother… then himself again, especially now as a reminder to slow down his increasingly speeding heartbeat with each step. He’s only late for a friendly hang out with you, not for a date. 

“Chris! Slow down!” Chris’ mother yelled from behind him. Oh yeah, and Ma. He stopped momentarily for Lisa to catch up. With a smile, he offered his mother his arm to take, and they walked together at a more acceptable pace to their destination. “Well somebody’s eager to see a certain somebody else,” Lisa teased, her son’s nervous and excited energy not going unnoticed by her maternal eye.

“Just… just don’t want to miss any part of the tour, is all,” he says, ears tipped red.

“Uh-huh…”

A few more paces, and the mother-son pair arrived at the MassArt Art Museum. Inside, they’re greeted by high ceilings and white walls like blank canvases. Grandiose, multi textured sculptures add a plethora of color to the space, some stand tall from the floors, others hang low and ceilings. The bright colors and lights could easily make you forget the dreary Fall day outside, the inside of the museum matching the inside of Chris’ chest.

Chris is shrugging off his raincoat when his mother goes to check them in. “She’s probably already in the crowd over there,” she points in the direction of a large group. “Go ahead and look for her; I’ll find you in a bit.”

The tour group with a median age of about 78 is already eagerly gathered in the lobby around a museum tour guide. Chris scans the crowd, large than he anticipated, probably about 100 if he were to guess, but can’t seem to spot you. He decides to remain in the back of the group, figuring he’ll find you once the tour gets moving. Chris tunes into the addressing tour guide for the time being.

“Once we’re in the exhibit, I want everyone to remember…”

“On your left.”

Chris side-glances down to his left side to be met by your profile staring straight ahead in the same direction he was just a moment ago. He took in your kinky-curly fro, a little shrunken and and slightly frizzed than usual because of the humidity, but it worked for you. Your face is fresh and free of makeup, a look you seemed to like to sport, and he thinks to himself that he likes it on you, too. After a moment of no response from Chris, your eyes flutter up to him. He’s met with your smirking face, but you then turn your attention back to the tour guide. You both pretend to listen.

“Really? ‘On your left?’” Chris finally says.

“What’s the matter? Captain Amer—“

“Shhshsh!” Chris hovers his thick pointer fingers, over yours and his mouths to signal you to stop your thought.

You brought your chin all the way into your neck as a natural instinct to retreat the offending phalange in your face. You push his hand out of the way before harshly whispering. “You gotta not!”

“YOU gotta not!” He harshly whispers back. You quirk your brow and slightly roll your neck at him. In a less anxious whisper he says, “Keeping a low profile, thank you.” Then it all makes sense. The cap, the hoodie, the shrunken stature and a standing in the back.

“Oh… my bad.” You deflate, once again returning your gaze to the speaking tour guide. You truly hadn’t thought of the repercussions of mentioning his Marvel movie moniker.

You’ve not had to deal with that level of notoriety… not yet, anyway. The level where a blown cover in public could mean the dissension of fans and paps alike. The level where you needed a cover in the first place. Sure, you get recognized every now and again, but you’re by no means at mega star, shades and hoodies, constantly looking over your shoulder status.

And you loved that. You could sympathize with Chris. You’ve seen how crazy it can get, and it definitely is worth protecting yourself from.

Chris has been trying to keep his attention ahead, but he glances at you every few seconds. He senses the air around you change. There’s a ballet of expressions dancing across your face. You knitted your brows together, released and raised them, with your eyes and lips following suit in similarly stressed movements and shapes. You’re deep in thought.

“You alright over there? Museum guidelines aren’t that moving.”

“I really didn’t mean anything by it. I just was trying to poke fun at you, not blow up your spot.”

Chris sighs and smiles at your sentiment. “It’s alright,” He bumps your shoulder when he sees you’re still distraught. He gets a smile out of you. “Hey, you know what would help? If you stopped staring at me. Would draw less attention.”

“Uh, puh-lease! You wish I was staring. Nice try at projecting, though.”

Chris quirked a confused brow, turning to you. “What do you mean?”

“I mean what took you so long to answer me a minute ago?” Shit, Chris thought. “That’s what I thought,” you sassed.

“I wasn’t staring at you per say. There’s a lil somethin’ in your hair…”

“What? What is it?!” You delicately touch around your curls searching for the offending object.

“Here lemme help,” Chris says as he stands to his full height over you. You look up at him with those darling eyes of yours, and he looks down at you, breath caught in his throat. Just a second later, he comes back to earth as he’s plucking something weightless from your hair. He slowly brings his hand down from your head to show you what he’s retrieved. “It’s just a little… piece… of stupid,” and he boops your nose.

“You know what!” You say in a loud whisper while you enjoy hitting his arm as retaliation.

Chris feigns hurt with a gasp. “That was mean,” he’s pouting trying to suppress his smile. He pokes out his elbow towards you. “Kiss it, make it better.”

“Ugh!” You shove him away, turning your head away from him, biting back your smile. You're failing miserably when you look back to him, and he’s wearing a boyish grin himself. “You are absolutely—“

“SHHHHH!!!!” You jump and Chris clutches his chest, both of you wide-eyed and taken aback by an old man that’s turned around to shush you two.“If you two are gonna flirt, do it quietly!”

You and Chris start to stumble over your words while talking over each other.

“No, whaaa? Flirt… Huh?”

“We weren’t, like…”

“Yeah, that’s not— um…”

“Totally not what’s—“

“Not like this is a date,” Chris blurts out with a nervous chuckle then freezes in place. It’s one of those *unfortunate* moments when his mouth moved faster than his brain. He stares straight ahead, not daring to look at you. If he had, he would have seen you had a matching stunned look from his blab.

“They’re sorry, Mr. Abara,” you both feel a hand on your shoulders as Lisa comes up behind you to intervene.“They’ll be on their best behavior from here on out, right?” She nods in a prompting manner, you and Chris following her lead.

“We’re sorry,” You mumble.

“It was her fault…” Chris says, earning him smack on the shoulder from his mom. “What?! It was!”

Mr. Abara turns around with a ‘hmph’, causing you and Chris giggle like teenagers at the grumpy old man. Lisa clears her throat and you and Chris straighten up.

“You two can’t help but draw attention to yourselves, huh?”

Before either of you could refute, the tour guide is ushering your group to the showroom for your day at the museum to really begin.

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The exhibition was amazing to say the least. You’d never heard of the artist before, but you were astounded by her unique use of color, texture, and light in her work. And she was a sista? You were definitely going to keep her in mind for upcoming projects you had.

However incredible the artwork was, you’re not too sure how it compared to the entertainment that was the social show.

Your trio strolled together, taking in the majesty of the first few pieces. After a while Chris starts to linger behind you and Lisa for a bit. He admires the way you and his mom get along, walking arm-in-arm looking at the art.

The tour guide has everyone gather around a specific piece. “This one is my absolute favorite! It’s called ‘Mother Earth’. Do be shy; you can get close, but do not touch.”

When you step up to the piece, Chris is also does from the other side. He smiles and offers a quaint wave as if it’s your first time meeting. You reciprocate, and both proceed to lean in to the art for inspection.

“Wow,” you say as you marvel at the depth of blackness that outlines gaps for open air to breeze through. The piece has incredible curvature that makes the inanimate object look as if it were ready to continue dancing any minute now. All it needed was the right song or magic words to bring it back to life. You move around the pedestal to look at it’s other sides, Chris moving at the same rate across from you, equally as intrigued. There’s glints of gold, silver, emerald, and jade that add to its enchantment. “You ever see something so mysterious and beautiful and wonder, ‘Where did you come from?’”

“Yeah,” you move slightly, and your now eye to eye with Chris through one of the spaces within the sculpture. His Cerulean orbs pierce through to you thoughtfully, endearingly, making you wonder what he is thinking. “Yeah, I have.” Surely he’s not talking about…

“Alright people!” The tour guide shouts with a clap. “Let’s keep it moving!”

You stand up straight, while Chris glides over to you, hands his pockets, bouncing on his toes. You both have found the ground to be particularly interesting as you walk alongside each other to view the next piece of art. Standing before it, there’s not much of intellect input you can give with Chris’ presence fuzzing your brain. The silence is kind of enjoyable between you two, though. The pressure to fill the air with witty quips is at bay at this moment, and it's nice.

After a while, you both tentatively turn towards each other. Chris goes to say something, you’re sure it’ll be his analysis of what the artist’s intent is, but he doesn’t start his thought. Instead, his arm is being linked by some elderly woman.

“Uh, hello?”

“Hiya, Handsome,” she purrs, causing Chris to chuckle and rub the back of his neck. She leans her head on his shoulder and places her free, wrinkly hand on his chest. “So tell me what you think of this piece?” She says coyly.

“Umm…” Chris looks at you for help, but you are none. You just smirk and motion your head towards the art, urging him to answer her question. “Well, I think it’s speaking to the unique experience and intersectionality of being both black and a woman in the Diaspora. There are nods to the many hardships, horror, and passed down trauma that black women have and continue to endure, yet it so often turn into the most beautiful fruit, works worthy of high regard and praise by graceful, powerful women who are also deserving of such, tenfold.”

“Wow…” you and the ogling old-timer say simultaneously. He shyly looks at the ground and you shake off the spell of his summation. I’m not REALLY about to give this man points for stating basic YET ignored facts, am I? I’ll put a pin in this, but damn will I look at him differently.

“Y’know,” Chris’ amorous aged arm-candy starts, “I love a man who knows some BIG words and is not afraid to use ‘em!” she punctuates with a growl.

It takes everything in you not to laugh at Chris’ bugged out eyes and rosy face. You think you might’ve even seen a drop of sweat form on his brow. “Oh, okay…” he says as he tries to subtly pry the woman off of him. He looks to you for salvation again, but you’re already making your way to the next piece, waving at Chris over your shoulder, “I’ll leave y’all to it,” you laugh.

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The tour’s come to an end and museum goers are starting to trickle out, some staying for the cheap hors d’oeuvres that are laid out. Chris managed to get his new lady friend off of him (might or might not have taken a few minutes of hiding in the bathroom), and he’s now flicking through his pictures of the day on his phone. There’s some of you and his mom smiling nicely at one another, him taking selfies with some of the work he considers posting later to shout out the artist, and some blurry ones of you, Chris, and Lisa, taken by a shakey hand museum goer.

The pictures that stop his swift swiping are of you admiring paintings on the wall. There’s nothing particularly special about these paintings; they were in the Baroque hall outside of the featured exhibit. You however, are thee something special. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but the way you fill the frame and effortlessly draw him in is magical to him. His favorite one from the set is the one with your back to the camera. Your silhouette has become iconic to him; standing out amongst the tired and basic. Holding your own in his brain.

“Just go talk to her. It’s better— less creepy— than staring at her picture.” Chris looks to his side to find Mr. Abara walking by extremely slowly passed.

“Oh, hey, Mr. Abara. Like I said before, it’s not—“

“What’re you scared, son?”

“Um… no, it’s… it’s just not like that.”

“Not like what?”

“Not… not like that,”

Mr. Abara nods slowly. “Sure it’s not.” Chris is thinks he hears Mr. Abara mumble something about not being born yesterday, but he’s already walking in your direction at the snack table.

When he arrives, you’re picking through the repulsive options. “Why the hell would they find this acceptable to give to old people?” You mumble under your breath. “I get their on they’re way out, but—”

“Talking to ourselves, are we?” Chris speaks up, causing you to yelp and jump out of your skin. His booming laugh and your screech cause some of the older museum goers to give you to the stank eye. “Oops, might’ve given some of ‘em a heart attack.”

“Might’ve given me a heart attack!”

“I realized something,” Chris changes the subject, picking up a grape to eat.

You sigh as your heart rate comes down. “What’s that?”

“That this is the first time we’re seeing each other in the daytime and without alcohol in our systems.”

You ponder on it for a second, “Really?” you question him and he nods.

“Huh, that’s… that’s a damn shame,” you laugh a little, and he does too.

“Sure is,” he agrees, popping another grape into his mouth.

“So, how do you like me sober and in natural lighting?” You jokingly ask him, motioning down your figure for added dramatics.

He sizes you up, eyes languidly travelling up your frame. The heat rises to your face just as his gaze does. He locks in on your eyes for just as second longer than what would be deemed an innocent look before saying, “Eh, you’re alright I guess,” nonchalantly, while going for another grape.

You shake your head at him slowly, a smug smile creeping on to your lips. “You just don’t wanna give me my props, huh? Whatever.”

The two of you laugh and chat for a while while waiting for Lisa. You’re interrupted by someone calling Chris’ name in the distance. You thought it was Lisa at first, relieved that you could call it day because your stomach was growling. However when you and Chris looked in the voice’s direction, you were more interested in staying a little while longer.

“Ooooh Handsome!!” Chris’ aged admirer chirped across the room. She must’ve been looking for him because her eyes were squinted and she moved her head from left to right in search of her unrequited beau.

“He’s right—”

“Don’t you dare!” Chris chides, his firm tone fluttering your stomach just a little. “We gotta go!”

He’s panicking over a lustful lady twice his age and you’re amused greatly, but you had no time to appreciate it as Chris put his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the museum. “Wait, what about your mom?” You tried to protest.

“She’ll find her way!”

“There you are!” Chris’ Boomer bugaboo exclaims.

“Go! Go! Go!”

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“Well, this is my stop!” Lisa says as you all pull up to the youth theater where she works. She turns to you in the backseat. “Thank you for joining me today! Next time I’ll leave my son at home since he thinks he can leave me in the museum.”

“Hey! You didn’t see the look in that woman’s eyes! You would’ve ran like hell, too,” Chris exclaims from the driver’s seat.

“My poor baby,” Lisa pinches his cheeks as  she facetiously dotes and Chris rolls his eyes, eliciting a giggle from you. She pulls him close to her mouth to whisper something you can’t hear. You turn to look outside your window, your way of giving them privacy. 

“Are you threatening me, Ma?” You hear Chris humorously say.

“Threatening, mothering. Tomato, tahmato. Just do it. I’ll see you later, honey,” and with that Lisa leaves for work.

Chris drops his head, shaking it and laughing to himself.

“What is it?” You ask.

“Uh… my mom wants me to ask if you’d like to get some lunch. Since that museum food was shit and all.”

You arch a brow and contemplate the offer. You still weren’t so sure about hanging out with him solo. But I mean, I COULD eat.

Sensing your hesitation, Chris says, “It’s cool if… you don’t want to, I get it—“

“Sure,” you cut him off, unbuckling your seatbelt to climb over the front console to the passenger seat. You sit with a huff, and adjust your clothes. You looked over at him, and he’s got a look of slight disbelief. Unsure if it’s from you saying ‘yes’ or climbing into his front seat, you ask, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing…” he smiles at you. You look down at your lap, unable to meet his eyes. He lets his eyes linger on your shy form for a few seconds before clearing his throat, and asking, “So, uh, what kinda food do you want?”

“I’m down for anything.”

Chris amusedly huffs.“You women always say that, then when we men try to stick it in—“

“WOW, really?!” You swat at his arm and realize how buff he is because he didn’t even flinch. You try not to give in to your urge to laugh, but it’s hard when Chris is failing miserably and holding in his. You shouldn’t find it funny, but you kind of do. You let out a small laugh and roll your eyes at him. “You are absolutely childish.”

“No, not absolutely. I think I’ve prove to have some level of intellect today.” 

“If you’re talking about your dissertation earlier, verdicts still out on if you get a cookie.”

“S’long as there’s a trial,” he says with a heartwarming smile that you mirror. “And I was kidding, by the way, with the-- I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of pervert. You set it up for the joke, and I —”

“You don’t have to explain. I can take a joke.”

“Ok…cool.”

“Ok, cool,” you mimic him. “So what are we gonna eat?”

“You like pizza?”

“Who doesn’t like pizza?” you retort.

“True. Well, there’s this place, a true local staple ‘cos it’s the BEST pizza in Boston! Probably the whole world!” Gushes about this place.

“Not in the whole world!” you mock him. “Do they have vegan options?” He blinks at you. “What now?” you ask with a shrug.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re a vegan? Uggghhh!!!” Chris dramatically puts his head on the steering wheel.

You laugh at his antics. “Is that a deal breaker for you?”

He scoffs, then looks out his window, trying to avoid you seeing his cheeks turn red. You smirk to yourself knowing damn well you just made him blush. Still looking out his window at the rainy Boston day, “No real pizza place is gonna have ‘vegan options’,” he finishes with a Valley girl accent.

“First of all, it’s scary how good you are at that voice, and secondly, I beg to differ! You’ve clearly never been to Mellow Mushroom. Best pizza there is, AND there’s vegan options. I mean what did you get up to when you were in Atlanta?”

“Oh sweethaht,” he stresses his Boston accent, “you’re not ready for those stories…” he chuckles looking at you sideways through his lashes with a smirk, hoping you’d get the joke. He finds you trying to suppress a laugh, shaking your head then turning to look out the windshield, make him laugh in that mischievous way you’ve come to be fond of

“I know a place we could go to eat” you offer.

“Yeah? What kind of food?”

“Um… I don’t think I’ll tell you. It’s a surprise.”

“You’re lucky I’m in a ‘surprise’ kind of mood.”

You put the address in his car’s built in GPS, and you guys are on your way to lunch. But just before he pulls off, he looks at you with that boyish smile of his and sparkling blue eyes. You were re-applying your lip gloss in his overhead mirror. You turned mid-gloss glide, the wand still on your bottom lip. “What now?!”

Chris' gaze lingers on your lips before he looks up to your own sparkling eyes. “Nothing…” he said though you knew it was something; your heart didn’t flutter delightfully for no reason. “Nothing at all.”

Part 7 coming soon! What’d you think?

[aspiring-ginger]

Sweet Wine (Jaskier x Reader)

Request: Hey! I love The Witcher too!! Could you write another Jaskier fic? I just finished the series last night and I was SO EMO for Jaskier in ep 6 😭 Could you do Jaskier x Female Reader where the reader gets really sick of hearing people make fun of his singing, so she very drunkenly and loudly defends him in the middle of a crowded tavern, also accidentally admitting her raging crush on him in front of everyone?

Warnings: Language

Word count: 1,769

Pairing(s): Jaskier x fem!reader (The Witcher)

A/N: I had a lot of fun with this one! I hope this is what you had in mind, anon! There’s never too many Jaskier fics 💜

Comments and feedback are always appreciated!

Taglist: @thunderdog8​ , @dreaming-about-starfleet​ , @dandelionwitcher​

Masterlist

It was nights like these that, although some might not like to admit it (ehm, Geralt), were everyone’s favorites. Starting out with (Y/n) and Jaskier pestering the Witcher to stop at an inn for the night instead of camping and Geralt reluctantly agreeing, also biting back a smile at their antics, which lead to the joyful singing from the rest of the party as they traveled. Jaskier’s cheerful voice mixing with yours. 

(Y/n) would be left in charge of steering Jaskier’s horse while he sat behind her, back to back, with lute in hand. Which, eventually, would always lead to him falling off. (Y/n)’s side splitting open in laughter, while Geralt allowed himself to laugh as well. Jaskier’s sore bottom was nothing compared to the sound of his dear friends’ laughter.

Lunch would pass rather quickly- Jaskier spending the whole time fantasizing about what ‘delicacies’ they would be eating for dinner and what the signature brews of the next establishment might be. As always, Geralt would grumble something about ‘booze is booze’ and he was going to drink whatever they had, and (Y/n) would laugh and lament the sweet dessert wines she craved, yet those were usually only found at banquets and parties. Unfortunately for her, and fortunately for Geralt, they wouldn’t be going to any of those in the foreseeable future.

Once in town the three would slip into their familiar routine of attending to whatever matters each might have. Geralt went looking for contracts, (Y/n) looking for herbs, and Jaskier securing their rooms. They would all return in just in time for supper and Jaskier’s performances.

Tonight was just like every other night like it had been, except there were a few exceptions. This tavern was particularly crowded and rowdy. Geralt and (Y/n) shared worried glances over their stew as this could mean trouble for their bard, but he seemed to have it under control. This quickly slipped from their minds anyway- the tavern offered one of (Y/n)’s favorite sweet wines. Geralt was now babysitting two overgrown children.

It wasn’t that (Y/n) couldn’t hold her liquor, not at all. In fact, she could give Geralt a run for his money on most days. If it weren’t for his mutations, she would probably have him beat. But that was most days, where all they drank was the local piss. This was something she enjoyed drinking, and when something tastes that good- it’s easy to forget just how many glasses you’ve consumed. So she sat at their table, merrily clapping and slurring along to Jaskier’s tunes. The rest of the patrons seemed to be in a good mood, so all was going well. 

Glancing down (Y/n) realized her mug was empty and stood up, rather abruptly and nearly spilling the rest of Geralt’s stew, to get another. It was only her second and they had plenty of coin, although Geralt’s count was at five. He rolled his eyes and let her stumble to the bar, smiling into his own ale. It wasn’t often his companions got to enjoy themselves like this. Plus, his warnings of slowing down fell on deaf ears, so it wasn’t his fault if she had a major hangover the next day.

(Y/n) waited patiently for her drink, tapping one foot to the beat as she watched her favorite bard. She found it hard not to, as he was so very distracting. His voice rang throughout the whole tavern, and he kept dancing in and out of her vision. Heads turned in his direction as he spun this way and that. She sighed and rested her cheek in her hand. (Y/n) swore he looked ethereal. The gentle flickering of firelight glinted off of his newly washed hair, the small bit in the front bobbing up and down as he moved. His bright blue eyes sparkled, full of energy and life, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. And gods, when he smiled, he took her breath away. The whole world seemed to melt away as she locked eyes with Jaskier, his smile growing wider and a wink was thrown her way. (Y/n)’s heart skipped a beat. 

She was broken out of her stupor when a fresh mug slid her way and splashed her sleeve. She greedily took another drink not wanting to seem like she was staring too long. A satisfied hum escaped her lips as she put her wine back down, when something caught her attention. There was laughter off to her left, sounding much harsher than it should have. Listening in, she picked out what seemed like three men, all jeering at and mocking the bard. It immediately irked her, how could they not see that the embodiment of perfection itself was currently performing for them, putting his heart into every single note and phrase? (Y/n) glanced back over to Geralt, looking to see what his expression could tell. Though he said otherwise, she sometimes caught him quietly humming or tapping along to Jaskier’s songs. Geralt did not look this way. He was not enjoying himself in the slightest, his eyes formed into a hard glare and he looked bored. So very bored. (Y/n)’s head whipped back to the left as she heard the cruel laughter again, the men now beginning to heckle the poor bard. 

Jaskier finished his song. He gave a dramatic bow as the tavern cheered and clapped, but the rowdy table of men began to boo and toss chunks of bread in his direction. There was no way (Y/n) would let them talk shit about her bard.

“Oi!” She shouted, her stool clattering to the floor as she stood. “You better watch your fucking mouths, you dimwits!”

Jaskier’s smile faltered and he looked to (Y/n) with wide eyes. Geralt clenched his jaw and prepared for the worst. Somehow, their nights drinking always ended in a bar fight. One of the men stood up, his beady eyes narrowing at (Y/n).

“Oh yeah? You sure got some mouth on you then, sweetheart. What you gonna do about it, eh? Stupid woman you are.” His buddies joined in on his laughter.

Her nostrils flared, and there was a fire in her eyes. “Do you even know who you’re listening to? Who you should be sodding grateful you could even hear his music? This is Jaskier, the world famous bard. Also known as Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount of fucking Lettenhove.” She pounded her fist on the bar and nearby drinks sloshed at the impact. “He graduated from Oxenfurt Academy with honors. He travels with a witcher, fucking Geralt of Rivia. Ever heard of them? Oh well of course not. How could a small town idiot know anything of celebrities and lords when he spends all his time fucking sheep in piles of shit?”

“What the fuck you know about our town, bitch?! You obviously don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. It’s clear your bard here prefers the company of men, so you need real men like us to show you how it's done, you filthy whore!” He spat.

“So fucking what if he likes men or women? He’s great in bed! Everyone knows that and everyone wants to bed him! Hell, I want to bed him! His perfect chocolate hair and blue eyes and amazing voice and...argh!” She grabbed her mug and threw it at the man. She stumbled slightly but her aim proved true, splashing sticky her sticky wine all over the beady eyed man. “He’s the best fucking musician I’ve ever heard! Nobody gives him the credit he deserves!”

Geralt shot up from his seat and leapt at the man, who roared in anger and was about to attack. Jaskier stared in shock at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes.

“(Y/n)!” Geralt yelled, “That’s enough! Jaskier, get her upstairs!” He began wrestling with the man, Geralt easily had the upper hand due to his greater size and sobriety. 

“No! Nobody is appreciating Jaskier like they should!” (Y/n) slurred. Jaskier slung his lute on his back and rushed over to her.

“Shhhhhh, it’s okay, dear. I think they all get the message now. You’ve made it very clear how good of a performer you think I am, it’s alright. Let’s get you upstairs, shall we? I think you’ve had far too much to drink.” He attempted to calm her, struggling to lead her back in the direction of the stairs. (Y/n) thrashed and stumbled against him in protest. “Shh sh sh sh shhhhh, (Y/n). It’s alright. C’mon.” He grunted as he slung her arm around his back to support her weight. 

Geralt was busy dragging the unsavory man outside as the rest of the tavern was no longer silent. Cheers were heard for both the witcher and the drunk, though it was clear who was winning. (Y/n) stumbled up the stairs with Jaskier’s help. They stopped a couple times as she began to veer off to the right, straight into the wall and Jaskier needed to tug her back for balance.

After some struggle the two finally made it all the way up the stairs and into one of their rooms. Jaskier led (Y/n) over to the bed and tried to gently place her down, instead throwing her against it rather ungracefully. He rubbed his shoulder and sighed, bending down to begin to unlace her boots. 

“Ya know...I meant everything I said down there.” She began, eyes already heavy, “I’m sorry that I ruined your show…”

Jaskier laughed in response. “It’s alright….We’ll...We’ll talk about this in the morning, okay? I think we need to have a conversation when we both have our wits about us, hm?” He fetched a mug of water and placed it on the table beside her bed.

“You won’t leave me, will you?”

“Of course not, (Y/n). I’ll stay.”

“Mmmm...okay.” She snuggled into the pillows, her speech almost incomprehensible. “I love you, you silly bard.”

Jaskier pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down with a sigh, unable to hide his grin. 

“And I, you. Now get some sleep. We can talk about this when you wake up.”

Whatever it is she said next, he couldn’t make it out, it sounded more like a groan than actual speech. 

“And I, you...” He settled into the chair, removing his doublet and draping it around himself like a blanket. The smile remained on his face as he drifted off to sleep.

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[jung-snoopy-woo]

How I Met Your Grandfather

~ Chapter 4 ~

(gif credit: @ katelin via Pinterest)

Pairing: Bang Chan × reader, twin brother! Felix.

Other Chapters: Masterlist | 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (coming soon!!).

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst.

Warnings: None :)

Word Count: 1.6k+.

Summary: Felix and his sisters go to the movies together after a long time. Felix is surprised to see Chan there too and they have a talk. When Felix and the girls get home, he decides to tell her about the situation.

A/N: Decided to upload it today bc I might not have time in the next few days (I’m so stressed and busy vndsfjkvdvnk)

Also, I think this chapter was the hardest for me to write so I’m sorry it’s not the best 😢😢 but hopefully you can still enjoy it!! 

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"Y/N!!!", Rachael, your older sister, called from downstairs. "We're only going to the movie theater, what's taking you so long??"

It's not that you were slow or anything like that, it's just that it's been a while since you last went out with all of them and you were so excited, as a huge Marvel fan who finally gets to watch the new movie with her siblings who are also her best friends in the world, that it might've taken you a while to choose what to wear and how to look presentable.

As you walked down the stairs, Olivia and Rachael complimented the way you looked and Felix gave you a little smile. You two started talking again (of course, as you two are like the best siblings... Also, you got mad about something that wasn't even his fault), and you seemed pretty fine after that day (when you stormed outside for a reason Felix haven't figured out yet, but as you already moved on- he just thought it was better not to ask. I mean, all siblings have small fights they don't even know what they're about, right?).

He missed hanging out with his sisters so much, and it's been a while since he had some break from practicing or performing, being busy all the time. He always felt sorry for not even telling them that he was okay, as he always fell asleep before he could even think of doing so. He was exhausted, but he loved what he was doing.

Rachael was driving and she let you choose the music to play in the car. You decided to play some Stray Kids songs (such a supportive cute family awww) so you all jammed to them on your way to the movies.

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"Shhhhh~!!", you told Olivia who was sitting to your right as she was moving uncomfortably, "it's about to start!"

"But uhmm.. I... I really have to go to the bathroom.. please, Y/N, come with me", she said, begging. You couldn't get angry at her because you remembered how you did just the same to Rachael not too long ago. And you know, no one wants to go to the public toilets alone.

When you got back, the lights were already off but you could see from afar that there was someone now sitting on the seat to your left, which was empty just before you and Olivia left. You said "excuse me", as you made your way to your seat, trying your best not to step on anyone's feet (Olivia was a lot better than you at that). "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!", you told the guy sitting there. Of course, if you succeeded going all this way without stepping on (almost) anyone, it had to happen just when you were one seat away from yours. And thank God you balanced yourself back, a second before almost tripping and falling over him. 'Ugh, this is probably going to be so awkward now', you thought. 'I'm just going to avoid looking at him the whole movie so I don't have to deal with his judgemental look. "Oh, it's okay", a somehow familiar voice said. 'Don't look', you told yourself. 'It's not him, stop thinking and just enjoy the movie.'

'Why isn't she looking at me?', Chan thought. When you almost lost your balance as you stepped on his foot, he was ready to catch you if you fell, movie style, somewhat disappointed you didn't. He thought you'd turn to him once you heard his voice, but he was faced with disappointment, yet again. Maybe you didn't recognize his voice? Or maybe you knew it was him and just didn't care?

But he had so much fun watching you as you got excited when your favorite character appeared or the way you got mad at the evil ones. He enjoyed the moments you'd be the only one laughing in the whole theater, the most. Just listening to your laugh made him feel ×100 times better. He even stopped making up scenarios in his head as to why you didn't turn to him at the beginning of the movie. He thought of how you'd laugh at his stupid jokes, when him and the boys visited, and smile to himself.

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"Chris hyung??", Chan heard from behind him, on his way to the male's restrooms during the Intermission (a/n: I don't know if movies still have them out of my city but yeah we have those halfway through the movie lol). Felix could recognize the older boy's back everywhere. 'Oh, no', Chan thought. 'Why does it have to be Felix? Ughhh and why did I get myself into this mess? I didn't even get to say a word to her...Should I walk faster or...', he stopped. 'NO Chris, you have to face it like an adult'. He turned and gave Felix the most I'm-innocent-and-didn't-ask-your-younger-sister to-buy-me-a-ticket-so-I-could-see-your-twin-sister smile he could pull, saying "Heyyy Felix, how's it going?"

"I'm pretty good, just got out of the new Marvel movie... You?", Felix asked. He wasn't stupid, of course. When Y/N and Olivia left to go to the bathroom, in the beginning of the movie, he could see someone that resembled his friend way too much, sitting on the left to Y/N's seat, but he let this thought go, thinking it was just his imagination ('Thinking of the members during the holiday? Come on, I have to just relax'). But now, seeing him standing in front of him, there's no doubt it really was him. And to be honest, Felix wasn't very happy to see him here. The chances of Chan sitting so close to them in such a big movie theater were... Well, very small.

"Oh, I was just...", Chan started. The look on Felix's face made it pretty obvious that he saw him there, and that he was pretty mad too. There's no point in lying here. He sighed. "Listen, Lix, I'm sorr--"

"How?", Felix asked, as Chan lifted his eyes to look at his, confused. "How did you get that seat?", He asked, now being a bit less angry and more curious.

"I... I asked Olivia to buy a ticket for me when I saw her after grocery shopping", He admitted. He couldn't be any more embarrassed than he was at that moment. "I gave her the money!", He added. Chan couldn't read Felix's face. Was he mad? Disappointed? Did he want to punch him in the face? All of the above? But then, Felix started laughing. "Oh my god.. Chris hyung... you went that far...", He said between giggles. "For Y/N? So you could see her?"

"Felix, listen I...", He started, a bit confused and taken aback from Felix's reaction, but feeling more sorry than he could describe in words. "I know I promised to be okay with your decision, but I--"

"No, no, Chris, bro, stop", Felix said as his laughter stopped. And so did Chan's heartbeat, almost. "You know what? I'll be honest with you, I am pretty angry seeing you here...", He started. Chan wanted to apologise, again, but Felix continued before he could say anything. "BUT it also made me realize how much you really like Y/N and that you're willing to do some very weird stuff just to see her... So I think... uhhmm.. I think I'll maybe give you two a chance".

Chan couldn't express the happiness he felt at that moment. Oh my god, these were the words he wanted to hear the most (Okay, maybe they were in like 2nd place?). "Felix, bro, thank you", was all he could say.

"But I want you to know that if you hurt her in any way, I'll break you. Somehow. Because you're like super fit and strong and--", he was stopped by Chan's hug. "I promise I'll never do anything to hurt Y/N", he said with the biggest smile, almost choking the younger as he hugged him even closer. Finally, he got the chance he wanted. And he's not going to ruin it.

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You were NOT okay.

You told yourself for the 5th time today that it was normal. It's just a crush who didn't like you back (again), and not a heartbreak. And you tried telling yourself that a guy (that you only met once, by the way) is not worth being sad over.

In the past month you already finished reading 7 books, tried 20 workout routines you added to 'Watch Later' and never had the time or energy to get back to, learned baking 10 new types of cakes and cookies, did some drawings and paintings, and you even played a few video games with Felix (you now understood why he spent so much time doing that, because woah you were one competitive girl and as so, tried so hard winning, "Like, come on, I have to at least win ONCE", to which Felix replied with "I can lose on purpose if you--", "NO WAY").

But now, after coming back from the movies, you finally realized something was wrong. You did enjoy the movie, though. You laughed and you cried and you showed love towards some characters and hate towards others. It's just that you noticed how your heart started beating so fast when you heard that voice in the movies, saying "it's okay". This voice... Sounded so much like him. And it made you feel weird the whole movie. You kind of regretted not looking, and for letting your feeling of awkwardness take over. But what could you do? You didn't want to embarrass yourself by looking in the eye of the poor guy you stepped on.

"Y/N?", You heard Felix say from behind you. You turned, and saw his troubled eyes. "Can we talk?", He asked. You didn't know what it's going to be about, but whatever it is- it seemed to be very important.

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Hope you enjoyed!! (Pleaseee let me know what do you think)  💕💕

[offtopicoverload]

thank you for the tag @venueska you’re an angel

I’ll answer these to the best of my ability, but I am in fact a void that exists out of spacetime, so some of these aren’t applicable

1. What do you prefer to be called name-wise?

KC. I have like a half dozen other things I wouldn’t mind being called, but KC’s the main one I go by

2. When is your birthday?

12 September, Virgang bb

3. Where do you live?

Western Hemisphere. That’s all your getting

4. Three things you are doing right now?

Listening to music, fiddling with a guitar pick I found in my pocket from earlier, and trying to finish course work so I can enjoy semester break and actually write, but I'm bad at that, so here we are, as I'm in desperate need of a distraction

5. Four fandoms that have peaked your interest?

LITG’s the big one, Choices and Lovestruck are definitely up there, and I’m on the fence about Lovelink. Oh, and ATLA/LOK is the shit and I’ve lowkey considered writing for them, but idk, I've barely touched the surface of the fandom, it feels like

6. How has the pandemic been treating you?

It’s fucked up my course work and marks, for sure. But it got me into fandom and writing and introduced me to everyone on tumblr, so I’m not too upset lmao

7. A song you can’t stop listening to right now?

Hailee Steinfeld’s EP Half Written Story has been on loop the past day or so. I cycle through stuff, but that and Waving Through A Window are the most recents cuz I’m all over the place

8. Recommend a movie.

I dunno, man. I can't even remember the last movie I watched, it had to have been ages ago. Greatest Showman? That's pretty good, I guess

9. How old are you?

no. am void.

10. School, university, occupation, other?

School, and I wanna drop out so fucking bad right now, but it’s fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine. Shhhhh

11. Do you prefer hot or cold?

Cold all the way. I tend to run hot, so fans and AC are my savior, and I usually have a million blankets on my bed but my window wide open year round, *especially* below freezing

12. Name one fact others might not know about you.

I don’t really know. I’m pretty open, you just have to ask the right questions. But to actually answer, I guess that I play a bunch of instruments? I don't think I've ever said that, but I dunno

13. Are you shy?

Definitely. I will not speak irl if I don’t know you, and even if I do, I have to like *really* know you to show my spacey and fucking around sides

14. Your pronouns?

They/them babeyyyyyy. It was a bit of a journey to figure it out, but I'm sufficiently pleased with the result

15. Biggest pet peeves?

Slow. Just in general, I can’t stand slow stuff. And being talked down to or having something repeated. I know I’m a dumbass, but odds are I got the message the first time, dude

16. What is your favorite “dere” type?

I don’t know what this means and I’m kinda afraid to look it up

17. Rate your life from 1-10

6? 6. I’m vibing. I hate pretty much everything, but I’m vibing, we're vibing~

18. What’s your main blog?

Yours truly, the one and only

19. List your side blogs and what they’re used for.

I don’t have any side blogs. This one’s definitely a bit cluttered at times, but idk what I’d do on here if I made sides

20. Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

Prolly just that I’m all over the place, like there’s nothing concrete about me. Sometimes I’m clowning in askboxes like last night or shitposting about feet, and sometimes I’m writing paragraphs about imperialism and the nuances of asexuality in gcs. There is zero consistency, even in the way I type, and I know it bro

tagging, if y’all are down: @ineedskyecrandall @alccaddsccup @chichiguitarist123 @bubblelaureno @lilithlibrxa

[wellhalesbells]

Rules: answer these questions and tag five other fic writers to do the same.

Tagged by @yodas-yo-yo!  Thanks, pumpernickel!!!

Author Name: calrissian18/wellhalesbells (only for tumblr fics)

Fandoms You Write For: About 99% Teen Wolf, though I do occasionally pop back over to my introductory fandom: Harry Potter.  (I’ve also written for Breaking Bad, Star Trek, Mr. Robot, Hannibal and X-Men.  I have literally no idea what happened there.)

Most Popular One-Shot: My jock/nerd Sterek AU.  Option C) Some Bad Guys are Werewolves but Not All Werewolves are Bad Guys (9k+, Sterek).

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: This will never not be There’s Monsters at Home (6 chapters, 83k+, Sterek, AU), as it freaking should be.  I still love that fic so damn much and it is a definite testament that I should never not be writing my own wish-fulfillment junky goodness.

Favourite Story You Wrote: Umm, I think today I’m leaning towards Apathy, Apathy, You’ll be the Death of Me (11k+, Sterek, Sciles BrOTP).  It was just so easy and so exactly what I wanted.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Sevens and Eights (10k+, Sterek, AU), really personal and people can be shiiiiiitty so.

How Do You Pick Your Titles: Umm, definitely my preferred method is to find the theme of the fic and then try to sum it up in a few (or more [coughs]) words.  Though I definitely sometimes give in to using lyrics from the song I was listening to while I was writing when I can’t think of anything!  I am SO FREAKING BAD at titles though, no joke.

Do You Outline: Most of the time, no.  I usually try to outrace my own forgetfulness?  It’s incentive to finish quickly for oneshots.  If I think it’s going to be 20k+ though, then I’ll often outline since I can’t usually do that fast enough that I won’t lose details or plot points.  If it’s multi-chapter then YES, almost always.  Though Subway Sleeper/Hibernation Station..... I never had any sort of plan.  At any time.  Ever.  I just... winged it??  That was pretty much the whole point of it, heh.

How Many Of Your Stories Are Complete: 148

In-Progress: I have three of those, ack.  Prostitute vs. Werewolf, 13k as of right now.  I really would like to get at least two more parts added on to this before the year is out - my hope is it will be six in total.  Getting to four would be UH-MAZING.  When Did History Get So Goddamn Athletic?  Aaargh, I have the next chapter written but I do not want to post it until all three of them are done and I’ve just been so lame about that.  At the Edge of the Known Universe.  It should only be three parts and I need to just freaking write them already.  The latter two have really detailed outlines so at least I won’t get lost when I finally do buckle down!!

Coming Soon: i am trying to do Sterek Week this year (yes, I’ve tried every year, yes, I’ve failed every year but shhhhh).  So hopefully seven more fics???  (I have ideas for every prompt and two fics have more than 10k on them right now, not that that means a lot but still.... it’s something??)

Do You Accept Prompts: Hrm, sooooometimes, yes.  It really depends on how much it speaks to me/how much in my wheelhouse I feel it is.

Upcoming Story You’re the Most Excited For: I’m focused on writing a Reaper!AU now which is combining a lot of my favorite things: tattoos, magic, mythos, alive Laura and a grumpster of a Derek, who is bad at life and trust and smiles.  If I can translate the poetry of brain onto paper it’ll be a BANGER.  [crosses fingers]

tagging: @tryslora, @callunavulgari, @stileshale, @grimmypuff and @kellifer-k!!

[justkpopjokes]

20 Questions Tag

mTagged by @riptidethepen!! Thamk polly imma do it on this blog instead lol, I got some new followers and it’s been a while anyway. Welcome to Learn More About Lin Than You Probably Want To!!

1. name: shhhhh it starts with an L

2. nicknames: Lin!

3. zodiac sign: gemini-cancer cusp :) I’m housing not one, not two, but three brains in one body

4. height: 5′3″ and a little more!! when i get enough sleep I’m 5′4″ lol

5. languages: I’ve learned 5 in my entire life but I’m only fluent in English lol (I forgot how to speak French + Chinese, my family is half-Filipino so I know a bit of Tagalog, and I’m learning Korean in school hehe)

6. nationality: Canadian-American

7. favorite season: summer ☀ mainly bc I love hot weather and my birthday is on the summer solstice

8. favorite flower: hmmmm I’m not sure, I like a lot of them :/ Maybe lavenders? But also I really like roses of different colours!!

9. favorite scent: the ocean, specific Filipino dishes, baked treats, warmth (yes I know what I wrote)

10. favorite color: ALL of them!! colours are so amazing, I won an award for writing a colour poem once, like omg when you have a nice colour palette?? It’s so nice to look at??

11. favorite animal: all of them again!! I’m particularly fond of fluffy or cool ones, reptiles are cool too (can u imagine. god: imma make a snek. angel: what’s it gonna look like? god: neck but long.)

12. favorite fictional character: smh a lot, though at the moment it’s probably a tv show character I can’t pick a favourite of anything

13. coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot chocolate > tea > coffee, but I will take any lol

14. average sleep hours: hmmmm well recently abt 10 due to shool being canceled, but usual 6.5

15. dog or cat person: but what if snek

16. number of blankets you sleep with: one, and 3 pillows lol

17. dream trip: going home to Canada

18. blog established: uhhhh

19. followers: 719!!! Yayay!! I love each and every one of you

20. random fact: EDIT LMAO I FORGOT TO DO THIS ONE but uhhh I??? Can rap in Japanese???? I guess?? v simple raps but I can do them exo songs hehe

I tag @chillihansol @mvtheories008 @jejublr @gracefulking @jjtherosereblogs @veryotl @wennjunwho even if u don’t do this/aren’t active, you are some of the many mutuals I have that I miss v much, mwah love y’all 💌🐝

[onigirishawn]

before I go (part II)

summary : your time was running out [dad! shawn] , [super sad]

word count : 3.5k

read part 1 here

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You sat silently on my bed, pen in one hand, a half written letter on the other. You spent the last hour writing , ensuring the you use the write words to whatever you were writing.

This week you wanted to make sure you get out of this hell hole to spend time with Shawn and Beth at home. To your surprise, the doctors gladly agreed to the idea.

You looked over to your packed bags and smiled, in a few more hours you were gonna come back home. The only place that could make you feel better.

Finishing up on a paragraph, you stop there and reach for your diary where you slip the paper in.

The door creaked open and revealed a smiling Shawn, “Hey babe, ready to go?” He asked. You smiled and nodded excitedly.

The trip home was long but you were just glad to finally be out of the hospital. You take in the scent of the car that you haven’t been in for a while. Shawn’s hand reached for yours, and he brought it up to kiss it, his eyes still focused on the road. You smiled and stretched your body to his to kiss him on the cheek.

“I’m so excited to come home.” You whisper into his ear. His grip on your hand tightens, “Home is excited for you too dear.”

___

After a while, you fall asleep , Shawn looks over to your deep slumber. You and Shawn’s hands were still interlocked but as you slept he felt your grip weaken and slowly release. He sighed, taking in his devastation he’s been hiding inside about everything. He couldn’t help but to let a tear drop, not so long afterwards he started to silently sob. His hand reached over to his mouth where he bit on his knuckles to control himself , making sure he doesn’t wake you up.

Shawn accepted your fate.

__

As Shawn parks in the driveway, you wake and you finally see your home. You take in the view, it felt like it’s been forever since you’ve last seen it. The best part was that you finally get to see Beth! You looked over to Shawn and gave a big smile. You unbuckled your seat belt and exited the car.

When you went to grab your bags, Shawn hurried to you, “Babe I got it.. okay?” He said and immediately carried the bags.

You nodded, “Thanks babe.”

“Mummy!!” You heard a familiar cheer. Looking behind, you see your daughter running towards you. You got to one knee and embraced her.

“Oh darling, I missed you. How are you? Who’s home?” You ask.

“Aunt Aaliyah, grandma and grandpa.” Beth smiled. You smiled. You’ve been wanting to see Shawn’s parents and Aaliyah while you were away.

You walk into the house and you’re greeted with warm hugs by Aaliyah, Karen and Manny. All of them understood your state.

“Darling how are you?” Karen asks you.

“I’m good... just happy to be back home.” You smile.

“We are so glad to have you back Y/N. House sitting was hard! You know this place too well. There were things going out of control-“ Manny was cut off by Aaliyah, “Haha what he meant to say was that, we are so glad to finally have you back Y/N. Let’s have some tea in the living room.” Aaliyah smiles, inviting everyone into the living room.

_

“Aha! Pay up.” I say with my hand out to Aaliyah. Aaliyah groans and starts to take out some of her fake cash. 6 of us have been playing Monopoly for the past hour now.

“Mummy! Why does Aunt Aaliyah have to pay?” Beth asks innocently. Beth was in your team as always.

You kiss Beth’s forehead and Aaliyah responds for you with frustration “Well I’m just unlucky today. But this doesn’t happen all the time!! You’re lucky this week.” Aaliyah defends. Everyone laughs.

Every weekend Shawn’s family would come over to play Monopoly and other board games. It’s just been a routine and today was just another one of them.

“Oh darling you’re going bankrupt!” Karen laughs at Aaliyah. Aaliyah shakes her head in disapproval and Manny jokingly pats her back to cheer her up.

“Hey guys excuse me for a bit, I’m gonna get a drink.” Shawn says and walks into the kitchen. Karen follows a few seconds later.

Shawn opens the fridge, hoping to find a drink. But really he just needed to calm himself down. The whole family gathering situation was a lot to take in, he wasn’t sure why, maybe because he just couldn’t stand to think that this was probably the last game they were gonna play with you. He didn’t want to get his feelings in too much this week but it just came to him. He hated himself for it.

“Shawn..” he hears his mom call. She knew exactly why he was in there.

“Yeah mom?” Shawn sniffs, still focusing his gaze in the fridge, tightening his grip on the fridge door handle.

“Darling look at me.” Karen says worryingly. Shawn gives in to his mom as always and closes the door. He looks over to his mom , revealing his distress.

“Oh Shawn..” Karen says and cups his face. “I know it’s a lot to take in.” She says. “I love her so much too, we all do. But she just really needs all the love and support now. She doesn’t want to see you like this.” Karen says.

Shawn just looks down to the floor. Shawn nods, taking in his mother’s advice. “Let’s continue playing yeah? Just like every other weekend.” she suggests.

The two walk in back to the living room to continue another round.

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The game had wrapped up hours ago, and everyone had went back home. Beth was fast asleep in her room and Shawn was fast asleep beside you. It was currently midnight and you couldn’t sleep. You were in excruciating pain, but it didn’t feel new. You had to withstand the pain and you would occasionally walking over to the bathroom to take big breaths to overcome the pain. You’ve taken your meds already but it didn’t seem to help.

Slipping out of the sheets, you step out of the bed and walked out of the room quietly. You weren’t quite sure why you decided to get out but it felt right. You walked into your hallway, where you admired all the decorations that you had collected in the house. You and Shawn have been living in the house for almost 10 years now. You guys moved in while you were dating and practically shared everything in this house. You admired the photo frames that decorated your walk down the stairs. You took the time to look back at every single one of them.

From the days you and Shawn were still dating, to your wedding photos, to Aaliyah’s graduation from uni, to Shawn’s big win at the Grammys and finally to your family photos with Beth. Everything were hung perfectly, and you remembered vividly at the time Shawn accidentally hammered his hand to get a nail into the wall to hang up the photos.

“Shawn are you sure?” You ask while putting down a box and wiping a sweat from your forehead. You put your hands on your hips and observed Shawn balancing himself on a stool with a hammer and a nail in his hands. “Yeah of course babe just shhhhh.” He answered. You rolled your eyes.

The house phone rings loudly which immediately sent Shawn screaming, “FUCK!” He drops the hammer and you rush to him. “Oh no!” You look over to his thumb. He had accidentally hammered himself. Shawn winces in pain and you couldn’t help but to laugh. He looks over to you, “Y/N I’m in pain over here while trying to put up our wedding photo. Why are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry babe..I can’t help it.” You laugh. You slowly take his bruised finger and pepper it with kisses. “You’re a brave man, these kisses should heal.” You say confidently. Shawn relaxes.

“I was thinking of an ice bag or something but hey this would do.” He smirks.

“Any other reward for my bravery?” He asks.

“I’m saving it for the bedroom.” You wink.

You laughed after recalling it, you remembered everything so vividly. There were so many memories just coming back.

You continued to walk down the stairs where you decided to walk into Shawn’s lil office aka his mini studio room.

You walk over to his vintage turntable you got him as a gift years ago. You choose a record, ultimately ending with you and Shawn’s favourite, (which is your choice ) You start to play it on the turntable, humming to the music and slowly swaying your hips.

“Y/N?” You heard a voice enter. You look over to the doorframe and find Shawn, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. He was probably watching you for a while. You blush to his sudden appearance, feeling slighty embarrassed.

He walks over to you and takes your hands. He brings you closer. He places one arm around your waist, “Why are you up so late?” He says

You both automatically start to slow dance to the music. You rest your head on his chest, still moving to the music.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You murmur into his chest.

“I see you chose our wedding song?” Shawn asks.

You look up to him, “Yeah.. felt like it you know.”

Shawn nods, “Do you still remember our dance?” He asks. You nod.

“Alright then.” He backs away from you.

He was replaying the exact choreography you guys had,

He takes his hand out , “Y/N Mendes, will you care to take this dance?” You smile and happily take his hand. He twirls you in his arms as you both start singing to the lyrics. The both of you danced so smoothly, not forgetting or missing out a single step. Everything came so naturally and it almost felt as if you were reliving that wedding night again.

An hour later, you’re still in Shawn’s arms with your head resting on his chest, he’s still rocking you. The music was left at its last track and you heard the music slowly die down.

“Promise me you’ll be there for Beth at all times.” You say. “Like at all times .” You added. You feel Shawn nod.

“Of course. I’ll always be there for my two girls.” He reassures.

“Promise me that you’ll be there during her first day in school.. middle school, high school, college... graduation, her wedding, everything!” You ramble.

Shawn slowly rubs your back and reassures you again, “I wouldn’t want to miss it for the world.”

“Good.” You murmur.

“I love you so much Shawn. Like so much.. you have no idea..” you start to ramble out of the blue. You feel Shawn chuckle, “I know you do. I do too.” He answers.

“I’m not sure what I did to deserve you Y/N.. you are literally the best thing that’s ever been given in this world. I can’t thank you enough for everything. For being my wife, my best friend a mother of out daughter— you’re just incredible.” Shawn confesses.

“You’re an angel Y/N. You’re my angel. Always will and always will be.”

-

You wake up at around 5 o’clock in the morning, you wake up in Shawn’s arms. Today felt different.

And for some reason, you knew what today was.

“Mummy!” You hear Beth barge in. “Darling..” you call. Beth hugs you in bed. And although it was far too early in the morning, this was all you could’ve ever wanted. You, Beth and Shawn on the bed.

Shawn awakens to Beth’s cheerful demeanour. “Hey darling,” he calls groggily. “What are you doing up so early?” He asks. Beth answers, “I wanted to rest with mummy and daddy for a few hours.” Shawn smiles, “Of course darling, come here.”

Beth snuggles between you and Shawn. You and Shawn just smile to how cute your daughter was being.

“So Beth, tell me, what do you want to be when you grow up?” You ask.

“I don’t know mummy. Maybe like the guy we met at the hospital.” She answers. You chuckle, “A doctor?” She nods. “Because they always help out mummy and help other people who are sick.” She answers innocently. You look over to Shawn, clearly impressed. “Well whatever you wish to become darling, make sure you work hard for it okay? Make mummy proud.” You say as you caress your daughter. She nods, “Of course mummy.” You start peppering your daughter kisses, “I love you so so so much baby.” Beth laughs because your kisses felt like tickles. Shawn joins in and peppers Beth with more kisses, adding more to her laughter. It was a perfect moment.

After sometime, she slowly drifts to sleep. And you made sure you watched her drift to sleep, taking in the view of your child sleeping peacefully. You wrap your arms around her. Shawn, still awake, looks to you, he gives you a kiss on your pale lips.

He wraps his arms around the both of you. All 3 of you slowly drift to sleep, you whisper to Shawn before drifting to sleep, “This was the best life I could’ve ever asked for.”

-

Beth steps on the school stage with Shawn guiding her from the back.

“Daddy I can’t..” she whispers. She was clearly nervous. “I know you can Beth, I’ll be with you yeah?” Shawn reassures. “But today is Mother’s Day, not Father’s Day, why are you with me? All my friends have their moms on stage.. and I don’t.” Beth whines, almost in tears.

Shawn kneels down to look into Beth’s eyes, “Hey.. mummy is in here okay. She’s with us. She always will. Remember what I taught you? Mummy’s an angel. She’ll always be here.” Beth nods.

Shawn and Beth walk to the centre of the stage. Where the event was starting to take place. Beth was meant to present her mom for Mother’s Day celebration today, but Shawn had to take your place.

The event was starting soon, everyone was taking their seats, leaving only Shawn and Beth on stage. Beth looks over to Shawn for a final reassurance, and Shawn nods at her to take her place.

“Hi guys! My name is Beth Mendes and today is Mother’s Day.” Beth speaks through the mic,

“Here I have my mummy.” Beth points to Shawn. The crowd murmurs in confusion. Beth starts to get nervous and holds onto Shawn’s hand tighter. She speaks again, “S-Sorry I mean daddy.” The crowd is clearly confused. Shawn could see people whispering, some have understood what had happened which provided sympathetic looks.

“You can do this!” Shawn mouths to his daughter. She simply nods and speaks again, “My mummy wasn’t able to attend today’s event. But she told me that she’ll always be with me in heart. So she’s somewhere in here.” Beth says joyfully, trying to ignite positivity in everyone.

Beth opens a handwritten letter in her pocket, which surprises Shawn. It was long and he didn’t recall seeing Beth write it before.

“Dear mummy, today is Mother’s Day. Thank you for giving me all the love in the world. For taking care of me since I was inside you, to delivering me healthily, teaching me how to walk, talk and about all the amazing things in this world. I remember how you ran back to the store to buy me my favourite teddy bear when you forgot which I still sleep with every night. Thank you for caring for me when I was sick and thank you for caring for daddy when he was sick too.” Beth adds, smiling at Shawn. She continues, “I’m so grateful for the years I had with you. I could’ve never met you... or lost you when I was younger.. but mummy you stayed until I was this old! I’m very grateful for that. You’ll always be my mummy, forever and ever.” After Beth recites her long speech, she looks over to the crowd, “I hope everyone has a great Mother’s Day.” Beth ends the speech. The crowd gives a large applause. Shawn was basically in tears. Beth says to her father, “I’m sorry daddy I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Shawn shakes his head and hugs Beth tightly.

-

Shawn walks over to the dresser. He looks over at all Y/N’s stuff still left. She organised all her makeup very nicely and had family photos all over the sides of her mirror. It’s been almost two months since you left.

Shawn opens the drawer, and finds a white envelope. It looked somewhat new. He slowly ripped the envelope open and it revealed a long written message in your beautiful handwriting. His hands started to shake nervously but he had to read it.

To my darling,

I know you hate it when I leave letters like these. But you know how I am... I love to play tricks on you and give you surprises.

Shawn, I want you to wake up everyday and think about how blessed you are to have Beth in your life. She’s an angel. Our angel. I can’t imagine a world if anything happens to you or her, so please give her all the love and raise her right. I trust you, with all my heart. That’s why I married you.

I want to thank you for everything you’ve given me. Since the day we met, since the day we started dating, to when we got engaged, married and had Beth. You’ve been my pillar of support all this time. I’ve been yours too. Thank you for dealing with my antics, reminding me to do what’s right, comforting me when I’m down, dealing with me when I’m hormonal and stressed... just everything. I love you with all my heart.

Your happiness means the world to me, so don’t stop doing what makes you happy. Keep writing and doing music okay baby? You are a talented soul. Music is your passion and I’m so happy to be a part of it for all these years. I will never forget the time you won your first Grammy.... and then the many other Grammys the following years. Remember all the awards you won just off the songs you wrote about me? I’m so proud of you and I always will be.

Please take care of yourself. I can’t stand seeing you sick or depressed. It hurts and worries me so much.

Life has been so amazing with you and Beth and I’m eternally grateful for it. Thank you so much darling.

Yours, Y/N

Shawn was already in tears, sobbing loudly. His sobs echoed in the empty home.

[A YEAR LATER]

Shawn’s absence from the media made headlines. He haven’t been on social media for almost a year since your passing and not a single work on music. His fans understood at first but it started to worry them.

What Shawn was really doing was trying to be the best father for your daughter. He made sure he had all the time with your daughter. He would occasionally sob on his own when he realised he needed your support and help in certain things but he did everything he can to be a better dad and to raise Beth right.

He didn’t give up music instead, he was doing everything at home. His close friends knew and supported him. Even though he thought he wasn’t doing well, you were proud of him, he was actually doing really well.

Shawn was sitting in front of Teddy and Andrew. The three of them were focusing on some lyrics.

“Shawn, it’s amazing.” Teddy says.

“No no no! Something is missing.” Shawn says in frustration.

“Shawn, we’ve been through this many times. It’s perfect. Everything about it.” Andrew says reassuringly.

Shawn bites on his fingers, worried. Teddy and Brian pat his back, giving him a reassuring look.

“She will love it Shawn.” Teddy says,

_

“Shawn Mendes releases a surprise album entitled, (Your choice!! Drop me a few suggestions and I might edit it w your name suggestion), in memory to his late wife Y/F/N and dedication for his daughter, Beth.”

“It’s perfect, the lyrics, the vocals, everything about it. It’s truly a beautiful album.”

“You could feel the passion.”

Shawn’s latest album dedicated to you was a success and received positive response. Even though it was a great victory for Shawn, he was just more than happy to release an album dedicated to you. His album cover? It was a beautiful black & white and slightly grainy photo of you taken from far. His entire theme for the album was candids of you. He didn’t care what people had to say, the album was for you.

You will, and forever will be his angel.

-

I’m so sorry it took me forever to update. I’ve been thinking this whole thing through for the whole week. Hope you guys liked it ♥️

[juju-on-that-yeet]

It Takes a Village, Chapter 9/12

Some things haven't changed, and one of those things is Yandere's propensity for nightmares. Luckily, his dad is there to comfort him.

In other words, Dr. Dad to the rescue ;w;

Tags: @tired-eldritchhorror​ @peribloke​ (ask to be tagged!)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Read on AO3!

Enjoy!

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Late one night, Dr. Iplier is awoken by crying.

He groans as he forces his tired body into a sitting position in bed. He turns on his bedside lamp and rubs his eyes as the crying continues, coming from Yandere’s crib.

“I hear you, sweetheart,” Dr. Iplier says through a yawn, “Give me one moment.”

He gets out of bed and pads over to Yandere’s crib, looking inside to see the baby red-faced, tears running down his cheeks as he sobs harshly. He reaches out for Dr. Iplier, begging to be held. Dr. Iplier’s heart twists a little.

“Easy, sweet pea, I’m here,” Dr. Iplier murmurs as he lifts Yandere out of the crib and hugs him to his chest. Yandere grabs onto the strap of his tank top and bawls into his shoulder as Dr. Iplier strokes his hair and gently sways in place.

It’s far from rare for babies to wake up during the night like this. Dr. Iplier knows that, and this isn’t the first time he’s been woken up by Yandere’s cries. Normally a few minutes of soothing are all he needs to go back to sleep…that is, that was all he needed until after the kidnapping incident. Babies rarely have nightmares, Dr. Iplier knows; night terrors are much more common, and although they’re frightening for parents, the baby always wakes up fine, with no memory of what made them thrash and cry in their sleep during the night. But it’s too much of a coincidence that Yandere began to wake up crying nearly every night since the kidnapping for it not to be caused by nightmares. He’s not a normal human baby, after all, so anything is possible. In the week since the incident, Yandere has awoken in tears five different nights, and is harder and harder to soothe each time. During the day, he seems fine and happy, but it all seems to come back at night. Dr. Iplier has a multitude of remedies he could offer if Yandere were his normal age, but none of those would work on a baby. All he can do is comfort, but he feels like his comfort is getting less and less effective with each passing night. It breaks his heart so see his boy so upset and to know there’s very little he can do.

“Shhh, honeybee, shhhhh,” he whispers, kissing the top of Yandere’s head, “It’s okay, you’re safe, Dada’s here…”

Yandere’s crying barely lessens, and his sobs stutter as he starts to get the hiccups. It only serves to make him more miserable, and his howling somehow gets louder. At this rate he’ll wake the whole building, but Dr. Iplier just wants him to stop feeling so upset.

“Oh, little lamb, I know,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss Yandere’s tear-stained cheek, “I know you’re upset. You had a bad dream about those terrible people who took you, didn’t you? Hey, hey, shh,” he says gently, soothing Yandere after a particularly harsh wail, “You don’t have to be scared, you’re safe at home, and those bad people are gone. I’m right here, I’ll keep you safe.”

Even as he says that, Dr. Iplier wonders if it’s any comfort. Those men were able to swoop in and kidnap Yandere with little effort. Dr. Iplier had spent the hour after the incident cursing at himself for not being more aware of his surroundings, for not fighting harder when they’d first grabbed him, for not being able to stop them from hurting Yandere (he’s heard and seen that slap in his own dreams more than once) and taking him away. He’d replayed the whole thing in his mind a hundred times, even after his despair gave way to restless anticipation. He'd paced the clinic floor as Plus tried to urge him back to bed, mind mulling over all the things he could’ve done differently. He’d hoped that it was over when Silver brought Yandere back happy and well, but though children are resilient, babies are more aware than many think.

Some minutes of whispered words, soft swaying, and even a little bouncing have almost no effect on Yandere’s distress. His hiccups go away at some point but his sobs persist, and Dr. Iplier starts to wonder if there’s anything else he can do. There has to be something, anything that’s better than trying to comfort Yandere until he cries himself to sleep. He tries to give Yandere a pacifier, but he won’t take it, letting it fall out of his mouth the first time and pushing it away when Dr. Iplier tries again. It’s too late at night to give him a food treat to distract him, and he’s no doubt too tired to play. Dr. Iplier knows from experience that aggressive positivity, big smiles and playfulness and quickly spoken reassurances, only work on Yandere if he’s on the cusp of tears, not already crying. He doesn’t want to spend all night soothing Yandere, but more importantly, he doesn’t want Yandere to spend all night in tears.

Yandere suddenly breathes in wrong and starts to cough, and Dr. Iplier moves his hand from his hair to his back, rubbing in circles.

“Easy, lovebug, you’re okay,” Dr. Iplier tells him, “Did some spit go down the wrong pipe?”

Yandere catches his breath, and Dr. Iplier wonders if the pause might make him realize he’s too tired to cry anymore. But the moment passes, and Yandere whimpers before he starts to cry again.

“Oh, Yan,” Dr. Iplier sighs, sad for his baby all over again, “Shhhh, shh-shh-shh…”

He starts to hum as he resumes swaying, not any song in particular, just a soft slow tune he makes up as he goes along.

Suddenly a thought occurs to him: What if he sang to comfort Yandere? It’s something that babies tend to like, and Dr. Iplier hasn’t tried it before. At the very least, maybe it’ll lessen his tears. What to sing, though? Dr. Iplier has some bands he likes, but most of their work isn’t suited for lullabies, and he doesn’t know all the words to every song. He tries to think about songs he does know, songs that are sweet and slow and pleasant, something that can serve as a lullaby even if it wasn’t meant to be one.

He gets an idea, and smiles softly as he looks down at Yandere, laying a hand on his cheek and wiping tears. Yandere looks up at him with round, wet eyes.

“I see fields of green,” Dr. Iplier sings, “Red roses, too…” Yandere tilts his head. “I see them bloom, for me and you…” Dr. Iplier sways to the tune as he continues, gently moving back and forth. “And I think to myself…what a wonderful world…”

None of the egos can sing like MarkBop can, but all of them can at least carry a tune thanks to Mark’s efforts to learn how to sing. Dr. Iplier wouldn’t describe his singing as anything special, but he's able to keep his voice low and smooth. Although Yandere continues to cry, he seems highly focused on Dr. Iplier’s voice.

“I see skies of blue, and clouds of white,” Dr. Iplier continues, “The bright, blessed days, the dark, sacred nights…” Yandere sniffles, and Dr. Iplier gently pokes his nose, smiling as he scrunches up his face. “And I think to myself…what a wonderful world…”

Yandere, though still very much crying, isn’t bawling like he was before. His sobs are more sniffly and quiet, like he wants to feel better but doesn’t quite yet. Dr. Iplier keeps rocking him and wiping his tears as he sings.

“The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky,” he continues, pressing a quick kiss to Yandere’s forehead between lines, “Are also on the faces, of people going by…I see friends shaking hands,” he gently takes one of Yandere’s tiny hands in his, “Saying how do you do…” He presses a kiss to Yandere’s fingers, and the baby looks up at him with only slightly teary eyes. “They’re really saying, I love you…”

Yandere yawns, squeezing what seem to be the last few tears out of his eyes and down his cheeks. His face is still a bit red from all his exertion, but he’s much calmer than he was before Dr. Iplier started singing. Dr. Iplier releases his hand, and Yandere rubs his eyes.

“I hear babies cry,” Dr. Iplier goes on, laughing a little as he nuzzles Yandere’s hair, “I watch them grow…” He presses his forehead to Yandere’s. “They’ll learn so much more, than I’ll ever know…” Yandere finally smiles, a tiny, tired grin. “And I think to myself…what a wonderful world…” Dr. Iplier slowly stops swaying, letting the rhythm reach its end. “Yes, I think to myself…” One more kiss, this time to Yandere’s sticky cheek. “What a wonderful world.”

Yandere lets out a tired giggle before snuggling into Dr. Iplier’s shoulder. Dr. Iplier gently puts Yandere’s pacifier in his mouth again, and this time he accepts it without protest, slowly sucking as he leans against the doctor’s shoulder. Dr. Iplier carries him back to his crib, kissing the top of his head before laying him down.

“I love you, Yan,” he murmurs, adoringly stroking Yandere’s cheek. “I love you so, so much.” Yandere, already almost asleep, doesn’t respond, but Dr. Iplier beams down at him regardless. He yawns, taking his hand away from Yandere’s cheek to cover his mouth. “Time for Dad to go to sleep, too,” he muses, half to himself.

He goes back to bed and turns off his bedside lamp, falling asleep nearly as fast as Yandere did. The rest of the night passes peacefully.

[irepookie]

Infinity Ch.6- Of Unicorns and Fairies.

Summary: QUEEN AU where Roger Taylor is a young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.

Warnings: not really. Just fluff, sappiness and swearwords here and there

Disclaimer : I don't own the pictures. The boys are based on Queen, (but slightly changed for the sake of the plot). Piper, Gina and Callie are mine.

So, I’ve decided to change the names back for this chapter, just because.

Found this pic on Tumblr, don’t remember where. Sorry. 

None of the boys would ever forget the first time they met their niece...

It was four days after Rog and Piper's first day at home. All he seemed to do was feed, being puked on, change, being peed/ pooped on, not sleep, survive on coffee, walk around, feed, being puked on... Oh, and cry. Sometimes it was just impossible not to join her.

Besides, if she didn't decide to grow out of the skin to skin thing and found another way to content herself soon, Rog was going to catch some serious cold.

That's why he was happy to get a call from the boys, that gave him a reason to walk out of the feed-puke-change cycle for a while. Also he was glad to speak with somebody without cooing.

All of that said, the prospect of leaving the house for the first time with Piper was scary.

"C'mon Rog, we gotta knock the last demo out before we can send the album" Brian insisted, when he said he'd <<think about it>>.

"And we wanna meet her!" Fred's voice chimed in from the background.

"You do?" He replied above her cries as he laid her on her tummy so she rested across his forearm. "Shhhhh"

"Of course!" Brian reassured. "She's our niece!"

"I don't know man..." He trailed off,  looking down at his kid, who screamed for no apparent reason, making him feel a total useless man for the third time that morning. "She isn't feeling well. And honestly I'm feeling like a piece of  shit too. Haven't slept in 5 days" he then softened his tone looking down at the little girl as he swayed her side to side in a vain attempt to calm the two of them down. "Hush Princess. You're alright."

"C'mon. Don't make us go there. We expect you there at 3..."

"3 Is tummy time" he said automatically.

"Tummy time? What the hell??" Brian had the same reaction he had when reading about it. It did sound ridiculous if you didn't know what it was about

"Yes it's... Lay her on her stomach so she'll eventually learn to hold her head and stuff. It's very important."

He tried to remember the long list of benefits he had read countless times in the books, but his brain told him to piss off.

"And how long does that take you?" The guitarist sighed.

"Oh just a couple minutes but she can get a bit cranky and that's like... I don't know, the time to get her settled down is different each time and... Right after that it's her feed, and I wanna do that here just in case she gets sick on me which is apparently like her own little Olympic sport so then I'll have to bath her and get her ready. And then... Look, 4-4:15 sounds alright? She'll be asleep by then and I'll have time for one song."

"Ufff..  I'm exhausted just from hearing you pal." Brian chuckled. "Okay, come at 4. We'll get our parts recorded so you do yours when you get there. So our silly mistakes won't ruin your tempo" he mocked.

"Yea, yes whatever." Rog chuckled too, feeling the nappy to see if that was the problem.

"But if you don't like our arrangement,. you can fuck yourself okay?"

"What-fucking-ever mate." He replied. The nappy was not wrong, and he was running out of goddamn ideas.

"John asks if You still remember to play." Brian laughed.

Rog didn't dignify that with a reply and simply hung up to focuse on his daughter. She had to be fine! "Hey baby, what's wrong? C'mon," he pleaded "I've just fed you, and you can't be dirty yet. So what's the matter, hon? Give me a clue and I swear I'll figure it out but I need your help darl'." He began to pace around the small apartment, and placed his hand on her back for support.

He adored her, really, but for someone who couldn't even roll on herself, or anything at all by herself, she kept him on his toes and worn out.

"Come on, come... Oww." Just as requested, Piper replied to his questions by puking all over him. Fuck. He always forgot to burp her after the feeds! He just couldn't remember it when he had to. And the Prune always made him pay the price. He sighed, giving in to the cycle again.

Thankfully, just as Rog had predicted, by 4 Piper had settled into sleep, after being changed, fed, and everything. She was all ready to go. And so was Rog. Or so he thought.

Had he grabbed enough formula? What if he lost a pinky? Better get them all. It was February, maybe she'd get cold so he grabbed a few more blankets. And a parenting book just in case something new happened he didn't know how to handle. Oh and a change of clothes, and half a packet of nappies. And some toys so she wouldn't get bored. Okay, now they were ready to... Oh fuck, where had he left the car keys?!

To put a long story short, he basically ended up stuffing three extra bags into the car "just in case" but almost forgot Piper inside.

Meanwhile, in the studio….

"He's late." Fred pointed out when the clock ticked 5 and their drummer still hadn't shown up. That was usually Fred, who was often late and even tho Rog came close second, it was unlike him to take this long.

Then again, Rog was pretty much unlike himself lately.

"Do you think they're fine?"

"Sure. Maybe he's just fallen asleep." John reassured.

"Maybe he's had to go back cause he's forgotten the baby." Fred giggled. That would be something Rog was totally capable of.

Suddenly the door opened, and Rog entered with a bag one hand Piper's car seat on the other. His hair couldn't be messier if he tried, and... Was that vomit on his shoulder?

"This is she then?"

"The one and only." Rog beamed proudly as he set the carseat where they could all have a look at his newborn daughter.

"She's... " Brian raised an eyebrow, not really sure of what to say. "Um... what's the regular comment?"

"Oh you can say it. She's a prune." Rog admitted, while readjusting the green blanket on her for the 10th time since they had left home. She was wearing 5 layers plus the blanket, and honestly looked so cozy Rog was proud of himself; if he managed to end this first outing without the prune catching a cold, he'd consider this a success.

They nodded in agreement. She was a . wrinkly thing for sure.

"And this is nothing compared to how she looked on her birth day." Rog continued. "But she's a beautiful prune. My lil' raisin" he smiled softly at her before glaring menacingly at his band mates. "And I will punch the shit out of whoever disagrees."

The other three laughed nervously, instinctively backing up a little. They knew Rowan Queen wasn't one to joke about punching.

"She's one cute prune." John agreed a smile from ear to ear, going to hug his friend, soon joined by the other two.

"Em, what's that smell?" Fred said, as they all scrunched their noses and looked down at the carseat.

"I don't smell anything."

"Well, pal... She must've killed your nasal nerves or something cause... Damn" Brian said

"But she can't... I mean she's just gone." Rog leaned over to sniff around his daughter sides so he wouldn't disturb her. "Nope. Not her."

Fred leaned over him and breathed. "When was the last time you took a shower, man?"

The thoughtful expression on their friend's face was all the answer they needed.

"It's you" they all said at once.

"Aw, fuck really tho?" Rog smelt his armpit. "I still don't smell anything"

"Brain defense mechanism." Brian pointed out. "Oh wait you missed that biology class cause you were hangover again."

"Shut up, Brian. I'm hella sleep deprived you don't want to mess with me."

The others chuckled. He was the embodiment of exhaustion, but something had changed. He looked... Happier somehow. And still capable of punching someone in the face if tempted.

"So, let's begin." Rog clapped his hands together, anxious to finally get back behind the drums.

"Wait, you just gonna leave her here?" Ren asked.

"Yes. I can see her just fine from my spot. C'mon." He leaned over to kiss her forehead and entered the booth.

"Ain't getting in there with you, stinky dumpster." John scrunched up his nose.

"You're the ones who wanted me to be in the studio." Rog crossed the door and sat on his beloved stool. Damn it felt good to be back.

He had been so busy with Pips he hadn't really thought about drums, but now he realized how much he needed this.

"Where do we begin?"

"Sandstorm. Remember?" Brian smirked.

"Yes you just... Get the stick, hit the snares..." John joked.

"Don't forget the metal yellow Chinese hats. They're cymbals."  Fred chimed in too.

"And that pedal you have there? That's a base drum, very important."

He rolled his eyes, but played along, after letting his eyes flick to Pips. "How? Like this?" He played badly on purpose.

"Yes, lastly, there's a thing called rhythm , y'know? Try now?" Fred added.

His eyes flicked again to Pip, who stirred slightly. "Okay enough bullshit. Let's get started."

They did it in one take as he didn't lose tempo at all. Infact he was somewhat proud of himself for still having the skill on the kit. (Because, it had been less than two weeks since he had last sat on the stool, but it felt like years.) He also found his eyes flicking to his Piper every ten seconds or so, feeling the compulsive need to make sure he was fine.

Of course she was. She was sleeping in the car seat, nothing was gonna happen.

Timing was perfect. Just as the song was ending, he saw her begin to squirm in her car seat.

He finished the final bit with his eyes nailed on her, even sped up the tempo unconsciously, anxious to finish so he could get to her.

The other members noticed, of course, but didn't say anything when following his gaze towards the squirming infant and figuring out. They'd re-do the last bit later. That could wait. But watching Roger Taylor  interact with a baby -not any baby, but HIS own baby- was something as unimaginable for them at that point as seeing a fairy riding a flying yellow unicorn.

They didn't know what to expect.

"Hello sweetheart." He cooed, exiting the soundproofed glass to the table where her carseat sat and lifting her small squirming body to his sweaty chest. "Hey my love. Hey. Hush. Shush.  What is it? What's the matter darling?" He cooed, kissing her forehead. She was unusually warm. "Hey, you're feeling hot baby? Hmm? Well let me take care of that."

He lowered her to the couch and unswaddled her before taking another layer out. Maybe he had overdressed her. It was the first time they were properly out and he didn't know what to expect, so he decided to stuff her into 5 layers, before bundling her up. Okay now he knew that was overdoing it. "There we are lovie. C'mere." He brought her back to his chest, a smile escaping his lips when he felt the gentle tug of her small hand wrapping around his hair.

"Shhhhh. It's alright. It's okay baby." He began to pace rythmically around the room for a few minutes, until she calmed down. "There you are, you just wanted Daddy huh? Well I missed you too lil prune" he spoke, oblivious to everything else including the three pairs of eyes following them around as if he was a unicorn holding a fairy.

Damn he was like a completely different person.

"I didn't know he was so good with kids." Brian mumbled, all his doubts and worries clearing, if only a bit, at the look in his friends eyes.

Rog had always looked like he would become the typical bachelor with no ties and no commitment. Now he just looked like someone who was desperately in love.

"Paternal instinct, gentleman" John announced. "But I'm surprised he has one, tho." He added, after a moment of consideration.

The three of them had made a bet on whether the drummer would knock someone up, and apparently he and Brian had won Fred. John had been the closest: he said he'd do it before finishing high school.

But none of them had gone beyond that. Nobody was crazy enough to ever see this outcome happening. However, from that first conversation on the phone, something in his brother's voice when he told them about his new <<Lil'raisin>> sounded just right to him. And the way he now paced the room clutching the small bundle to him as if she was a treasure, just proved his point even more.

"Daddy..." was all Fred managed to mouth out of the hundreds of thoughts flashing on his brain. He was, to put it simple, speechless, but we'll get to that later.

"You're gonna love this place when you grow up, yes you will." Rog's voice continued, as he made his way back to the table. "And we will teach you to play Everything. And I bet you will rock on drums, just like Daddy..." His heart jumped in his chest at the concept of teaching his Prune how to play.

"Yes, he's called himself Daddy without any... Sexual subtext" Brian commented back to Fred.

Oh Fred's subtext was very much so.

"Little Rog finally grown!" John grinned, startling the drummer, who jolted out his bubble and held his daughter close.

"What?!" He hissed, offering his index to the babe.

"Nothing, just..." Brian began.

"Commenting the situation." John grinned.

"Hmm" Was all Fred could hum, still transfixed in his trance.

His friends just waved it off. This had happened before, once backstage -well, if the Campus' canteen restroom counted as backstage-, while they got ready. He was fine after a while.

"Is she okay?" John nodded towards the infant, who hadn't quite settled down yet.

"Oh, yes. Just... Overheated. It's a new feeling to her, cause our home isn't exactly a warmest place, is It?" The new dad changed her to an upright position on his shoulder so he could rub comforting circles on her back. "No it's not, so we have to sleep all bundled up." He looked up at his friends "Which reminds me I need help with the crib. I don't have time to do it alone and I'm afraid to end up crushing her one night."

Well, scared is not the word. Rather <<Terrified to the point sometimes he only felt it safe to sleep on the floor.>>

"Sure mate. We can help you out while you take a well deserved and needed shower." Brian suggested.

"Sounds like a plan"

Meanwhile John approached from behind Rog to get a good look at her. She was still wrinkly, but her eyes were already captivating and John knew she would use them against all of them in no time. Of course it was too soon to make out who she looked like, let alone start trying to guess who the mother was. And... Wait, that on her forehead...  "Is she supposed to have acne already?"

"Yep. I freaked out too when I saw it was, but it'll disappear in a bit." Rog said "Wanna hold her?"

"Woah, you sharing your girls?"

"Gotta look for her pinky anyway."

John grinned and held his arms out.

"Know how it goes?" Rog questioned, without moving one muscle.

"I'm studying pediatric psychology." John said matter of factly.

"That you're studying kids don't mean you actually know what to do with them."

"You didn't even studied kids -or anything at all- and you're fine. I got a bonus."

"If you fucking drop or hurt her man..." Rog warned, suddenly insecure about letting his child go.

"Just give her over, damn." John urged.

Rog kissed her forehead and passed her to John so he had her nestled in his arms.

"All good?" Rog asked. It felt weird, after being just the two of them since they had been discharged, to see her in someone else's arms. Which was ridiculous cause he was only turn around for two minutes to look for whatever pinky that hadn't decided to hide away.

"Perfect. Stop being a moron and do what you have to do." John looked down at his niece "Hello darling Piper. I know your brain is still hardly developed at this point and you're not gonna remember any of this but I'm your uncle John and I already love you very much." And he did. He knew he'd do anything for that new little person.

"Sappy." Fred grinned, back to being his witty self again.

"You cried watching Titanic. Your argument is invalid." John replied, eyes not leaving the tiny girl, who stared back at him.

"Everyone does, always."

"It was the 10th time you watched it!"

"And I don't trust anyone who doesn't cry every time Jack..." He chose not to say it, or he'd break down just from recalling it.

"He's a silly one, that Fred, isn't he?" John cooed down at Piper, who kept looking at him with those round grey eyes, and he had a vision, or a prediction, that those eyes would make him buy her a pony in a few years time.

"I'll just never understand why people speak with that high pitched voice at kids. It's ridiculous" Brian rolled his brown eyes. He was an only child, and the youngest cousin of his family so he hadn't really got to treat with kids too often.

"Well, out of all of us You're the one  who sings like the Smurfs, so cut it." Rowan arrived with the purple pinky and carefully put it in her mouth.

"You gonna go back to sleep or you're done?" He asked with the highest note on his register, just to piss Brian off "We should probably get going to my place so I can shower while she's happy."

"Why the hurry?"

"Cause it's only matter of time before she needs something and I'm not letting you do it. Nor have the time to teach you how to change a nappy or make a bottle" he carefully took her from John and walked back to the carseat, placing her inside and slinging the bag on his shoulder.

"And for the record, you are the the one soprano here, Mr.Galileo." Brian said.

Rog pretended not to hear him, already crossing the door.

"Wow."

"Unbelievable."

"No way."

That was the general reaction to the status of Rog’s appartement, now full of empty/ half full bottles of formula instead of booze, parenting books instead of Playboy magazine and Forbes... And the smell of powder instead of Marlboro.

Just Wow.

"Holy damn Rog" Fred said, unable to hide his amazement.

"What?" He placed the carseat on the kitchen table, and stared at his daughter -who had fallen back asleep with the car's movement- while debating on whether picking her up or not.

"You live in a... This..." He didn't have a right expression to describe what his apartment had turned into

"Is this the wrong house?" Bri joked.

"Nope." He settled on taking her out and putting her on his bed while he showered.

"You live in a bloody nursery" Fred finally said.

He chuckled. "Just haven't had time to organize. Tho I've already assumed she's gonna take a shitload of room. But that's okay." he cooed, gently swaying out of reflex even though she was asleep and didn't notice.

"You've never been good at sharing..." Brian started, but Rog wasn't going to have them pointing out what they thought he could or couldn't do. He had enough with Mom.

"What is this? A kindergarten lecture?" He interrupted.

"Apparently." Fred still couldn't believe his eyes.

"Well shut up and check out the crib."

"Where had she been sleeping?" John questioned as they followed.

"With me. Well, if we can call it sleep."

After 4 days on their own, Rog had got to nearly master the art of swaddling, or burrito Rollin as he liked to call it, and while he knew the likelihood of waking her up in the process was high, he knew it was a risk worth taking. Then again it had taken him forever to get her settled and... What was the worst thing that could happen?

"I'm gonna leave her here. Try not to sit on the mattress cause that may disturb her."

"Can we talk?" Fred whispered. He wasn’t used to babies, he didn’t want to break her or something.

"Yes, and you don't have to whisper. Talk normally. But don't fight. And just... Keep an eye on her, you know?" Rog said, before disappearing into the bathroom next room.

The three men nodded, and turned to the unassembled wooden crib leaning by the wall.  It was actually big for a newborn.

"Why didn't you get a smaller one?" Deaky asked, as he examined the item.

"Cause she'll eventually grow out of it and that will mean having to buy another one." Mom had wanted to give them a present, so he asked her for money to buy a nice crib that would hopefully resist the next couple years.

"Clever."

"Hopefully this one will make it through the next two years or so. Until it’s time to move her into a bed."

"Alright. On with it."

Only 5 minutes into it, Brian noticed the kid's arms moving, as if she was having spasms.

"Errr... Should we tell Rog about it?" He asked his flatmates.

Rog also heard it, tho, and stopped the shower in panic. "Tell me what? What's going on? Is she okay?"

"Is it normal for her not to stay still?" Freddie asked

"Like her limbs are all over the place?" Bri added

"Oh, yea. Fuck you goddamn scared me men!"

"Well she was scaring us!"

"It's normal. It's..." He didn't feel like infodumping an encyclopedic speech about that. He didn't wanna be one of those people. He sighed in relief and ran the shower again. "She's okay. Don't worry."

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm, refreshing sensation of the water falling over him. And the relaxing sound it made. Damn, it was good to have a moment of peace without having to worry about his kid being left alone, or feeling guilty that she was next room, or worrying about her waking up with him still in the shower.

Fuck yea, he could've fallen asleep in the act. And he would have

Brian May, John Deacon, and Freddie Mercury were pretty intelligent people. Brian was a honour student, John would have also been if he hadn't caught that flu during the last term of High School, and Fred... Maybe he wasn't the most focused and self disciplined student in the room, but he was creative and witty in his own way.

However, 20 minutes after starting with the crib, they still hadn't figured out one single thing.

"The bloody instructions are in Korean!" Fred complained.

"Yea, we've noticed!" Brian replied, through gritted teeth.

"Why the actual fuck did Rog buy this shit?!"

"It was the cheapest one, for sure." John guessed, pawing around in search of the nail that had just fallen.

"Fred, that screw doesn't go there!" Brian said

"Well it didn't fit anywhere else, so I'm just gonna try in every spot until the goddamn thing gets in!" Fred had never been one for patience.

"Goddamn it..." The guitarist shook his head, running his eyes through the manual one more time, in hopes that he'd come up with something. But no.

"It can't be so fucking hard!" Fred grunted in frustration.

"Guys, I think we're losing perspective here.  We should just calm down and~"

John was interrupted when a cry broke the air, just as Rog was almost done soaping his hair.

"I'll get her. You guys figure it out" Fred announced, anxious to get away the bloody crib.

"Ha. You've never been this near a baby before. I'll do it" John said, also standing up.

"You've already held her earlier. It's my turn." Brian spoke, jumping on his feet.

"Precisely because she's already met me...".

"Oh, bullshit! You just wanna leave us here with the fucking crib!"

"Watch your mouth, Fred! There's a kid..."

"Can  any of you just fucking get my daughter?" Rog's voice called from the bathroom.

John was the fastest, and he lifted the squirming infant up with one swift movement. "Hey darling."

She kept crying, and squirming all over the place.

"You got her?" Rog asked.

"Yep. What should I do?"

"Just hold her until I get out. I'm almost done."

"Okay" he manoeuvered the infant back  in the position he had her earlier, so he wouldn't drop her.

"Just careful, don't move her about too much. I almost drop her tonight when I was making a coffee. Poor Prune's got enough frights."

His friends chuckled. Rog will be Rog. Always clumsy.

"Hey, where's the hammer?" Fred asked Brian .

"Why would you want a bloody hammer now?"

"Cause I can't roll the goddamn screw in, so I'm gonna try smashing the little fucker in!"

"You're gonna break it like that!"

"Well you got better idea? Huh? I didn't think so, so give it here!" Fred demanded, snatching the tool from Brian.

Meanwhile, John was busy trying to entertain the babe until her dad  came. Then he noticed some red scratches on her already red face, his expression changing into concern "Rog" he called over the cries and the shouting between Brian and Fred.

"Yes?" He answered, blinking the urge to sleep away.

"Something's wrong..."

"I've told you, it's normal that she moves that much. Just hold on to her..."

"No, Rog, These cuts..."

"What cuts?!" That was all Rog needed to snap out the drowsiness. The shower stopped, and he jumped out the shower.

Fred almost drops the hammer at T's foot at the sight of soaking wet naked Rog.

He. Was. Hot.

A fucking deity.

Michelangelo's David.

But of course Rog was oblivious to it. Not to the fact that he was hot, that he knew, and had taken advantage of it. Take Piper for evidence.

But what he or the other two band members ignored was that for Fred, Rog was... Everything. And he'd be lying if he didn't say he had actually drawn the Michelangelo's David with Rog's gorgeous face instead.

He'd be lying if he said the sight of his beloved with a baby hadn't made his heart melt and twist at once, and set a storm of butterflies fluttering on his whole body.

He'd be lying if he denied he loved him.

He'd be lying if he denied it, yea. But he'd lie straight away, nonetheless. He wasn't ready. He doubted he'd ever be.

Meanwhile, a few feet away, the concerned dad leaned over to take a look at his baby's face. It did have scratches. Bleeding scratches. But how?

"Oh God." He said "But I... They weren't there 20 minutes ago, were they?"

"No, not at the studio. She was fine." John answered, also examining the wounds. "What do we do?"

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Well, as always, a big Hooolaaa a mi hermana del otro lado del charco (across the pond) @definitely-darcy, who’s always giving me little prompts to keep this shit up. Finally used the crib one, but it’s a bit dull maybe? Anyway, love  ya dude!

[deepsubmission]

Ride

I wrote this several years ago when I lived with a virtual cult. I spent the better part of a year there, slowly losing my mind.

The girls in the cult said that Brad would transform into an alter ego of sorts if we murdered someone in the desert. I decided to see for myself.

***

The flames weren't as intense now, but held a steady orange flicker about waist high.  I sat on one side, Brad on the other. We were both still and quiet, the only noise the crackle of the bonfire or occasional coyote howl in the distance.  The elephant in the room, of course, was the just slain body about fifty feet away, directly to my left next to a dry scrub bush.

My eyes closed, I could see the scene replaying in my mind: the minor struggle, then the subject's acceptance of that fate that was coming to him.  I could see him groaning, bleeding, not looking at either of us. And now I could see his spirit lifting like a ghost, then growing larger and larger.  As it grew, it became fainter and fainter, being stretched to its limit and then vanishing completely into the aether.

When I opened my eyes and looked across the fire, Brad's eyes were still open, staring, unfocused.  And then he blinked a few times as if coming back from somewhere and looked back at me.

Hello there.  I'm Jim. Thrill me, fool.

This was what I was waiting for, what I had come for.  But I have been with this guy before and I am always self conscious around him.  He has a way of seeing directly to your motives and judging them like a knife wielding poetic assassin, dissecting and swallowing your ego and then raising an eyebrow in mild satisfaction.  But really, Jim was a totally good dude. You know, as long as you weren't anything related to authority or exploitation.

Friend, hello.  I'm Gone. I said, my voice low.

Friend?  Well friend...

As he spoke he raised his tone as if asking a question, then it shifted to song.

Looooong one dooooown.  Waaaaay dooooown Goooone.

I rose up slowly and lifted my arms up over my head slowly like I might be doing yoga.  I touched a couple of my fingertips together, not unlike a ballerina. Jim began slapping his leather clad thighs, drumming out an Indian beat.

Goooone a go go.  Gooooone looooong Gooooone a go go Gooooone.  Dance... Dance a ballerina Goooone.

I danced in lethargic rhythm and found my throat moaning out an "ahhhhhh" that jerked every fourth beat at which point I would shift directions.

Friend Gone came a roooound.  He crept aroooound the tooooown.

Now whispering "He knows what every sooooound.  He hides behind the moooounds."

Now speaking "He let loooooooooo-  ooose... HELL... HOUND!"

He leapt through the fire with a tribal scream and lunged at me.  I yelled as he tackled me, part panic, part animal excitement. We wrestled in the soft desert sand and I felt my sanity depart.  We were Hell hounds, both of us. I escaped his grasp and trotted around the fire in a circle on all fours and then leapt back upon him.  We howled and scuffled in the sand. Two deranged men, our only drug, lunacy.

Tired, we stopped for a rest.  Me sitting upright on my heels, Jim laying on his back, one arm out and the other by his side, completely comfortable with himself.

What's your favorite word, Long?

I have two.  And lucky you asked that, I don't elevate a lot of things to favorites, or even lists.

He looked at me then back up to the sky, waiting for me to finish my response.

Ride.  Ride is my favorite word.  And lurk. Is my favorite word also.

Why, Long Gone?

Because I like to sneak around, to hide and spy on people.  I usually think of it as planning an attack. Lurking. I like to lurk.

Well I know something new about you then.

With that he stood up and picked up the buck knife, still bloodied.  Then crouching, walking low, stealthily, exaggerating his movements to look like a caricature of a caper from a black and white movie.

Shhhhh.  Oh, look who it is.  It's just the devil's girl.  I'm here to give you your first kiss.

Then he leaped up behind a cactus about his height and wraps his left arm around it, the knife blade at the "neck" of it with his right.  I'm sure he has spines sticking in his arms, probably in his chest, but he doesn't flinch.

Now, Gone, NOW!!!

I jump to my feet and sprint toward Jim and the cactus “man”.  At as much full speed as I can get on sand and gravel I unleash a flying jump kick to the head.  The cactus bends and then snaps and we tumble to the ground. Then Jim pops to his knees quickly and thrusts the raised knife onto the broken off part of the cactus, continuing like Norman Bates until the thing is left in shreds.

I'm standing now and laughing hysterically, diabolically, the villain that I am and begin yelling.

RIDE!!! RIDE, RIDE, RIDE!!! RIIIIIIIIIIIDE!!!

Jim jumped up and stood over the victim, breathing hard, knife in his hand.  Then suddenly, he runs to me and grabs me like he did the cactus, left hand around my stomach, top of his right wrist over my mouth, his hand still clutching the knife.

Shhhhh, Gone, shhhhh.

I'm dead still and can feel both our hearts pounding.

Only if I can drive.

He lets loose of his grip a little and I'm now tasting blood in my mouth from either the knife, the scuffle, or the cactus.

His left hand slips into the front of my jeans.  My **** is already mostly hard by the time his fingers reach it.

Long Gone.

I laugh.  Yea.

He starts gripping and stroking me.

I was there, Gone.  Nineteen Ninety... One.  That spring night. You and the boys were stirring up the universe, fueling questions with Dr. Albert's medicine of fools.  That lame, long haired boy says "Maybe, I mean what if Jim Morrision really did break on through to the other side?" I watched you and your brother exchange glances at that poor boy.  You know he's dead now. No, you wouldn't know that. Oh, wait, yes. Yes you would now, wouldn't you, death boy?

I jerk and slip out of his arms in a quick maneuver and face him, arms clenched, staring at him with fuming contempt.  I've never seen him back down before but he does this time.

Not ready yet, I know.  IIIII know, just don't let this thing slip away.  You've got the handle for it. There's a reason for the season and right of might in your plight...  Don't give up the good fight. Hm, hm, hm.

We laid down on the sand and looked up at the stars.  Jim recites poetry for about half an hour straight. I find myself sitting up, trancing deeply.  I feel something like winds tickling the insides of my muscles and organs. I feel calm, very comfortable, almost unharmable.  One of those times that you don't want to end.

I open my eyes and I'm back.  In my bed at Gray House for the first time in a month.  I look over to see that Brad is sleeping next to me. It's 6:30 AM and I pull the satin sheets and down comforter up to my neck and fall dead asleep.

[meditativeyoga]

Shhhhh... 10 Silent Retreat Centers

Meditators of all levels are attracted to silent retreats for spiritual awakening and peace of mind.

Maybe it's a response against our stressful, media-driven new century, or possibly it's simply the rational development of a yoga exercise as well as meditation method. Whatever the reason, silent resorts are catching on, for beginning and also knowledgeable yogis alike.

' We have actually seen a genuine rise in interest among individuals from all profession, in people that currently have a spiritual method in addition to people who have actually never ever attempted to meditate,' states Ron Fearnow, a supervisor at Southern Dharma Retreat Facility in Hot Springs, North Carolina. 'We're all looking for methods to bring peace right into our lives, and the basic act of being peaceful is a terrific way to do it.'

Retreats like Southern Dharma deal reflection programs constructed around silence, ranging in length from numerous days to a couple of months. Most consist of yoga and relocating meditation, while others are made up totally of peaceful reflection. They are offered in traditions ranging from Buddhism and Hinduism to Judaism and Christianity, along with nonsectarian formats.

' There's a remarkable movement amongst individuals from all faiths and all schools of believed to look for spiritual development,' says Fr. James Conner, who routes the reflection resorts at The Abbey of Gethsemani, a Benedictine monastery in Trappist, Kentucky. 'As well as they're locating that meditation is a terrific method to better that process.'

Ironically, one of the most intimidating aspect concerning silent resorts for the newbie meditator is the continuous tranquility. 'People who meditate for 20 to Thirty Minutes in the morning are commonly concerned about needing to do it for days at a time,' claims Fearnow. 'Or they could practice yoga regularly, yet they constantly do it in a class filled with people, or they exercise in the living-room with the stereo on. The facet of being peaceful seems extremely strange.'

The excellent information is that no 2 hideaways are created the exact same. Some are extensive, long-term programs, while others last just two or three days and consist of periods of informal talking, lectures, seminar, and also individually instruction -- plus the possibility for activities like tennis or hiking.

How do you know if you await prolonged quiet time? 'Take it gradually,' claims Fearnow. 'Find a program as well as a center that feels comfortable to you and after that sign up for simply a few days. You'll be amazed at how promptly you can adjust and just how much extra effective your method could come to be.'

That said, here are 10 silent hideaways that supply a variety of programs as well as settings for all levels of meditators.

The Abbey of Gethsemani

Trappist, Kentucky

This facility is a Roman Catholic monastery founded in 1848 on the concepts of hospitality laid down by St. Benedict, which get in touch with believers to welcome each visitor as an agent of Christ. Thus, meditators are invited to join the monks in their daily program of prayer, sacraments, and quiet reflection, which begins with vigils at 3:15 a.m. and also ends with a communal solution and also true blessing at 8 p.m. If you want to meditate, however cherish your slumber, you can oversleep until Mass starts at 6:15 a.m. The Abbey is found on 2,000 acres of heavily wooded land concerning 40 miles from Louisville, in a section of Kentucky recognized as 'handle nation' as a result of its several tiny hillsides. 'Silence is a big part of the experience right here,' says Fr. James Conner, the facility's director, as well as meditators are encouraged to walk through the bordering fields as well as timbers when they're not taking part in formal solutions. Resorts are held throughout the week (Monday through Friday) and also over weekends, although meditators can additionally arrange for longer remains. The first and also third weeks of monthly are booked for women-only hideaways. Guests remain in exclusive areas, each with a private bathroom, and also meals are included in the program. Rates are based upon a volunteer contribution system, a regular offering would be $25 to $40 a day. -LRB-502-RRB- 549-4133, www.monks.org.

Insight Meditation Society

Barre, Massachusetts

A Buddhist retreat center housed in an early 1900s estate, IMS is an hour and also a fifty percent west of Boston. It was the very first Dharma center in the West and also has been holding meditation retreats since 1975. IMS uses roughly 20 retreats a year, many from seven to 10 days. There's also a three-month-long program available for innovative meditators. The resorts are all silent, except for daily talks and also instructor interviews, and include both walking and also resting meditation. Lodgings are dormitory-style and set you back $38 a day, consisting of meals. -LRB-978-RRB- 355-4378, www.dharma.org/ims.

Palolo Zen Center, Honolulu Ruby Sangha

Honolulu, Hawaii

This Zen Buddhist center uses six quiet reflection hideaways -- which they call sesshins -- yearly, varying from three to 8 days. Visitors can also go to a one-day resort called zazenkai or register for numerous months of intensive Zen research study. The center rests on 13 acres in a peaceful valley, just 15 minutes from Honolulu's busy Waikiki Coastline. Right here, your day starts at 4 a.m. and also finishes at 9 p.m. You'll spend the time in sittinged meditation and mindful work practice, silence is observed throughout. Areas are shared (dormitory-style lodgings) as well as meals are vegan, short-stay prices are $35 a day. -LRB-808-RRB- 735-1347, www.ciolek.com/WWVLPages/ZenPages/DiamondSangha.html.

Karme-Choling Buddhist Meditation Center

Barnet, Vermont

One of the Shambhala International meditation facilities, Karme-Choling is a rambling 540-acre facility with a dormitory and also large meditation hall, plus seven cabins put right into the timbers as well as a different bed and breakfast in the nearby community of Barnet. It's located in between White River Junction as well as Burlington, in the Eco-friendly Mountains of north Vermont. The center provides hideaways varying from two-day in-house programs to month-long residencies, which focus on the '3 gates' of Shambhala theory: Vajradhatu, based upon Tibetan Buddhism, Shambhala, which complies with a nondenominational 'human warrior' design, and Nalanda, which combines various Japanese arts with Buddhist trainings on subjects such as psychology, health, and partnerships. A typical internal hideaway consists of daily private reflection guideline, team method, and also a short work duration, it costs $30 a day, plus in between $10 and $50 an evening for bed and board. Guests are urged to finish an initial meditation training course at a Shambhala Facility before registering for a resort. -LRB-802-RRB- 633-2384, www.kcl.shambhala.org.

Mount Madonna Center

Watsonville, California

Situated on a 355-acre system over Monterey Bay in the Santa Cruz mountains, Mount Madonna hosts 40 programs a year, including hideaways in yoga exercise and also reflection, Buddhist believed, and also various other courses to spirituality. Along with their formal tasks, individuals can swim in a nearby lake, play tennis, beach ball, and also basketball, and walking. Silence is part of numerous of the programs, although they enable some discussion. The facility can accommodate up to 500 people (secretive rooms and also on surrounding camping sites), however programs vary drastically in size, from concerning five participants to maximum capability. A regular weekend break resort costs about $150, plus $58 each individual per day for double-occupancy and also vegetarian dishes. -LRB-408-RRB- 847-0406, www.mountmadonna.org.

Kripalu Center for Yoga and also Health

Lenox, Massachusetts

Here you'll find combined yoga exercise and also reflection programs and also retreats geared to practically any type of degree, with dormitory-style lodgings and also a huge snack bar that offers abundant vegetarian meals. Kripalu is additionally a center of education, supplying programs in Buddhist believed, metta reflection, and also numerous colleges of yoga. Programs are constructed around yoga exercise as well as reflection courses, group workshops, as well as various directed tasks, you could likewise discover lots of hiking as well as cycling in the bordering Berkshire Hills of western Massachusetts. 'Hideaway as well as Renewal' programs -- freely structured, 3- to five-day programs that include meditation as well as yoga, songs, as well as dancing -- price between $77 as well as $196 each night, depending on the sort of room you select. (Some have private bathrooms, others use a shared one down the hall.) Midweek price cuts are offered. Meals are quiet and visitors are asked to observe silence in the night as well as early morning. -LRB-800-RRB- 741-7353, www.kripalu.org.

Southern Dharma Retreat Center

Hot Springs, North Carolina

Tucked right into a remote valley in western North Carolina (Asheville has to do with an hour away), this 24-acre center is protected by another 140 acres of privately held land. Open from April with January, the center hosts meditative and contemplative resorts in vipassana meditation, Soto Zen, Sufi, Judaic and also a number of various other spiritual practices. Retreats are tiny (the optimum number of individuals is 25), as well as all consist of some yoga. Hideaways range from 3 to eight days, and visitors are silent for a bulk of the time. Lodgings vary from dormitory-style spaces with exclusive baths to camping areas, weather allowing. The typical expense is $55 an evening, consisting of vegan meals. -LRB-828-RRB- 622-7112, www.main.nc.us/SDRC/.

Spirit Rock Meditation Center

Woodacre, California

Residential resorts at this 400-acre center in Marin County, about an hour north of the Golden Gateway Bridge, array from 3 nights to three months as well as are geared to starting along with seasoned experts of vipassana, or Buddhist understanding meditation. Besides everyday Dharma talks and individually interviews with trainers, silence reigns. Participants start their day at 5 a.m., spend it in rotating durations of resting as well as strolling meditation, after that kip down around 10 p.m. Meals are vegan and costs vary (some are developed on a gliding scale). A regular three-day meditation retreat costs $160. -LRB-415-RRB- 488-0164, www.spiritrock.org.

Tassajara Zen Mountain Center

Carmel Valley, California

Part of the San Francisco Zen Facility, Tassajara was developed in 1966 as the very first property Zen facility in the USA. The facilities were as soon as a warm springs resort and consist of a pool, bathhouse, and dorm accommodations, as well as one-of-a-kind rock and ache rooms, yurts, redwood cabins, and standard Japanese tatami cabins. Double-occupancy rates vary from $70 to $150 each night, retreat costs are an additional $100 to $125. The hideaways, which normally consist of quiet reflection in addition to group discussions and also trainer appointments, are conducted Could with August. The center is shut to the general public during the rest of the year as well as utilized for formal Buddhist reclusive training. -LRB-415-RRB- 863-3136, www.sfzc.com.

Vallecitos Mountain Refuge

Taos, New Mexico

This is an 'invitation-only' center established to offer individuals that operate in the public-interest as well as nonprofit markets. In order to attend, you should show you've been working in that capacity for at the very least 5 years and also plan to continue. Appropriately named, this Zen facility is located on 135 acres bordered by the Carson National park and runs without telephone, power, or tv. Its programs are focused on helping individuals achieve goals of social change as well as ecological revival via personal centering and spiritual development. Activities consist of travels into the forest, silent reflection, and speaking circles -- anything in order to help ease the 'fatigue' usual in civil service works. Meditators of all levels rate. -LRB-505-RRB- 751-9613, www.vallecitos.org.

Martha Schindler is a consultant author based in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

[radical-remster]

(( son of a bitch I have to do this hhhhh)) 21 questions thing I was tagged in

So.. Um @readingisthenewcool thanks, this was really fun

1: Nickname- Ash ((those of you who know my real name.. SHHHHH. Also I have one other nickname and people make up names based up on that word, but I’ve never told anyone because I’m really embarrassed by it and only like my family members call me it so lol))

2: Zodiac- I’M A TAURUS SUCKAAASSS ((sorry that was unnecessary lmao))

3: Height- I honestly don’t know, I’m either 5”1 or 5”0

4: Last Movie I saw- ...🤔I think... Aquaman? I watched it last Tuesday with my mom so Idk honestly

5: Last thing I googled- “Hey Vsauce, Michael here”

6: Favorite musicians- I’ve got a few lmao: Brendon Urie, (and the rest and former members of Panic!) Tyler Joseph&Josh Dun, Queen(💞💞I love them so much) Imagine Dragons,((evERyOnE tHerE I LoVe yOu aLl)) Dodie, I listen to a lot of Ed Sheeran sometimes, lmao does Lin Manuel Miranda count?

7: Song stuck in my head- Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen and the Stranger Things theme song

8: Any other blogs- Nope, But I’m thinking of making another or two

9: Any asks- nope unless I ask something from someone

10: followers- 9 I think

11: following- uhhh I don’t know honestly lol

12: amount of sleep I get- not enough

13: Lucky Number- I don’t got one, I’m always unlucky lmao

But I guess 4, 5, or 7 since they were always my favorites

14: what I’m wearing: a raggedy red jacket, a pair of stretchy black pants, a pair of a gray running shoes with blue socks, I’m also wearing a purple shirt with a print of Maleficent sitting on a grave ((y’know those paintings in the Disney Attraction the Haunted Mansion? It’s the one of the last sitting on the grave but just out maleficent on there))

15: Dream Job- Sheesh, don’t ask because I honestly don’t even know. I’d like to study computer science, astronomy, art, and theatre

16: dream trip- I’d like to go to Italy, other islands of Hawaii((I’ve been to O’ahu)) Paris, the U.K

17: favorite food- P a s t a ((any kind)) I like Tamales too and sushi

18: do I play instruments?- I played the ukulele for three years, then I played the piano for a while but that didn’t really work out so well

19: Favorite song- uhhHhhHhH I don’t have one, but I can you my favorite songs from my favorite bands

P!ATD: House of Memories, Build God then we’ll talk, Roaring 20’s, Do you know what I’m seeing?, Mad as Rabbits

TØP: My Blood, The Hype, The judge, Friend, please, Oh Ms Believer, Trapdoor, Guns for Hands, The Run and go

Queen: Under Pressure, Don’t Stop Me Now, Killer Queen, Crazy Little Thing Called Love, Another One Bites The Dust, Seaside Rendezvous, Sail Away Sweet Sister, Good Old Fashioned Lover Bou

Imagine Dragons: Natural, Thunder, Believer, Polaroid

20: Random Fact- Um, I have many fictional wives and I’m hella gay for Carmen Sandiego

21: Describe Myself with aesthetic- Um, succulents, Rain, bookshelves, stars, fire, more books that’s it

Tagggiiinnggg: no one because I have no friends