#anyway i have to get up at 6am tomorrow for work

[hannieehaee]

Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a scenario(or reaction) where maybe you had a day planned with a member but they canceled to hangout with the guys, not realizing it was your birthday. I love your writing and angst so this would be perfect 4 me 🤭 thank you!! (Also for the member, maybe hhu 👉👈)

them accidentally ditching you on your bday - hhu

hhu, vu, pu

content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, mingyu's is a teeny tiny bit suggestive (they're mentioned to shower together, but nothing sexual occurs), etc.

part 2

wc: 2903

a/n: sorry it took me so long to get to this T-T i liked the prompt so i wanted to write something a lil longer hehe anyways tysm for reading and for requesting <3 pls lmk if anyone wants a vocal/perf unit version!

masterlist

seungcheol -

seungcheol always had a tendency of being a tiny bit extra when it came to his birthday. he expected all friends and family to be punctual on that day with a gift and some heartfelt congratulations. if you didn't wish him happy birthday at 12am on the dot, you were just not that good of a friend to him and he'd remember that moment with disdain.

in the same way that he was extra on his own birthday, he liked to do the same for his closest loved ones. he was always ready at 12 o'clock with some words of love and appreciation ready. he'd have had the gift ready months in advance. even on other people's special day, he wanted to stand out a little; show how good of a friend he was. there were no questions to he made about your birthday. you, his favorite person in the world. if he was ever going to make a day special, it was that one. he would count down the days until its arrival. it was always such a sweet gesture from him, you thought. which was why it was very weird of him to not be present right now. or all day, for that matter.

it was your birthday. you had planned this day with seungcheol a few weeks in advance. all you wanted was a calm day with your boyfriend, even cancelling plans on friends and family who had also wanted to keep you company on your special day. you were originally just going to eat a nice dinner with your boyfriend on whichever day of the week you had off that week, not minding whether it actually fell on your birthday or not. but your boyfriend had insisted on celebrating on the exact date, even telling you to call off work, claiming he would do the same once the day came. except those plans seemed to fall through.

you'd gone to sleep a bit early, deciding not to wait on your boyfriend to arrive from dance practice and just sleep in preparation for whatever cheol had planned for tomorrow. you assumed he would wake you up upon his arrival, which wouldve been a bit before midnight. you'd woken up confused when you had looked at the clock the next morning and noticed it was 6am, not having been awoken by him, nor spotting him in your room. he always left before you woke up, but today was supposed to be a day off for him, so it was all very odd. it continued like this for a few hours, until you gave up on waiting for his arrival and just called him. it was only 10am by now, so maybe he had left for some preparations not expecting you to wake up so early, but your phone calls went unanswered. for hours. it eventually became the afternoon. you had given up on calling him at around 2 oclock, realizing he just wasn't going to show.

by 5pm, you were beyond sad. the same man who whined and pouted at you if you dared wish him a happy birthday at 12:02am had also forgotten your birthday, clearly not even having called off of work that day (you'd checked his location some hours back, he was at the hybe building). he hadn't even bothered to check his phone all day either. you weren't usually one to get emotional, but this felt like a punch in the gut. you had gone out of your way to spend the day with your boyfriend, having been promised an amazing day, but were now just some forgotten rag, less important than his usual work day.

he arrived a little earlier than yesterday. whenever he left early in the morning, he arrived in the afternoon. it was now 6pm, and you had spent the whole day moping. you grabbed the cake you'd both left in the fridge a few days back, not caring anymore and just eating it out of sadness. that might've been cheol's first guess upon walking in, as you saw his smile fall the moment he landed his eyes on you, 'happy birthday' cake sitting across from you on the coffee table.

his eyes widened at the realization, and much more at your dejected appearance, "oh my god, babe, i'm so-"

you sighed, "you don't have to say it."

he quickly approached you, dropping his bag and coat before having hung them upon his entrance, "no! fuck, i'm so fucking sorry. i have no idea how it slipped my mind, i- i forgot to call off in advance, and it threw off my entire schedule. i swear i just forgot, i'm so fucking sorry, baby," he was rambling now, probably realizing how let down you were by his slip up.

"it doesn't matter, cheol. it's just a birthday. i'll just ... i'll just celebrate with my family next week or something. don't worry about it," you knew you didn't mean your words, but you also felt it useless to try and blame cheol.

"wait! it's only six. we can still do something! do you wanna go out? i'll take you to dinner. how does that sound?"

"i ... i don't really feel like it, cheol. i think i'll just go meet up with a friend. she called me last week asking to meet up, but i cancelled on her. i just wanted to wait for you to get back before i left. i'll see you in the morning," you knew you were being a little immature, but if he had wanted to be with you, he would've put in the effort.

"oh. you're sleeping over? but i thought ..."

"yeah. i'll just see you tomorrow when you get back from practice. yeah? bye, cheol."

you left without saying much else, feeling guilty at his look of rejection. you felt badly about leaving him on his own like this, but you knew there was no way for you to spend time with your boyfriend right now without feeling like an idiot.

wonwoo -

wonwoo had never felt like more of an asshole.

wonwoo had never been too big on birthdays, specially his own. to him it was just another day. it was only his family, friends (and carats, of course) who ever made that day special to him. if it had been up to him? he would probably even forget about the day, but he had the fortune to have a lot of people in his life who loved and cared about him enough to cherish that day as if it were a national holiday. and you were one of those people. you would always shower wonwoo with love, but you'd go a little extra hard on his birthday, catering to every need you think he may have and even going as far as creating an entire itinerary of things he enjoys to do throughout the day. you were a little ray of sunshine that would somehow make him look forward to his birthday, something very uncharacteristic of him. which was why he had never felt like a bigger asshole than right now.

today was your birthday. a day which wonwoo had looked forward to for two years now. he had wanted to celebrate your following birthday with you, maybe plan something elaborate for you for once, but he had unfortunately been on tour at the time, causing you to be separated during that day. this only made him want to put even more effort into your birthday next year, which was now. today. the day in which he had ultimately forgotten your birthday.

there was not much to it. he had a nice day planned for you. he wasn't too good with surprises, so he had let you know in advance, allowing you to prepare yourself accordingly. you both had work that day, so he had planned a candlelit dinner for you, having even learned how to cook your favorite foods just to add that extra layer of care. the original plan was to come home from work early - earlier than you - and follow the recipes he had gone over with mingyu a few times over the past few weeks. it was simple, concise and direct. there was very little room for failure. but it had still somehow managed to slip his mind. he wanted to blame mingyu for his insistence in going back to their shared apartment after practice, something about some game he wanted to show him. but he couldnt blame his clueless friend, it wasnt his responsibility to know your birthday. he'd sworn he would only stay for an hour and then promptly leave to go home to you, but one hour turned into two and then three. it was a genuine slip of his mind, but that didn't make a difference.

wonwoo was quite surprised upon picking up his phone from where he'd left it charging upon arriving to his apartment, not realizing it had stayed on do not disturb the entire time. he was welcomed by a myriad of messages from you, all of them ranging in emotion.

from jagiya 💘:

(4:25) nonu?

(4:25) are you coming home soon?

(5:07) okay, its been almost an hour now. is everything okay?

(6:35) baby?

(6:48) i tried calling you already. where are you?

(6:48) just checked ur location and ur at ur apt. did you forget?

(9:02) it's been over two hours now ...

(9:15) okay, nevermind. don't come. we can just do this another day.

(9:16) i'll be out with some friends. goodnight.

his heart dropped more and more the more he read. he immediately went to call you and spam with responses, but found no reply from you. it only served him right. he would now spend the rest of the night dreading how to make it up to you, feeling the worst guilt he'd ever felt.

mingyu -

you'd always thought of mingyu as one of the sweetest men alive. he had helped you restore your faith in humanity, seeing him as the prime example of what a man should be. he was the most selfless person you'd ever met. ever since you'd begun dating (and even before that, if we're being honest), he had always been at your beck and call, providing you with anything you could possibly need. he'd love and take care of you in ways that you hadn't imagined possible. you'd never been disappointed by mingyu. but now you realize maybe you had flown too close to the sun. mingyu was just human after all. you shouldn't have felt as disappointed as you did. but you couldn't help your emotions, nor did you want to blame yourself over this.

the issue at hand was, today was your birthday. today, at least basing it on prior years, was always filled with the utmost love and affection a person could ever experience. all courtesy of one kim mingyu. he would wake you up with breakfast, rush you into the shower and hold you close to him as he washed your hair and whispered words of affirmation in your ear. he would proceed to take you somewhere pretty and have a full on photoshoot as he hyped you up from behind the camera. he would plan some special outing for the evening and end the day with a moonlit dinner from the beautiful view from his apartment's balcony. it was always such a dream. but this birthday in particular had been the outlier.

he unfortunately had a comeback on the same week of your birthday, causing his schedule to be more hectic than usual. he had a few things scheduled for your birthday itself, but knowing mingyu you knew he would at least come home to you that night and shower you with as much love as his exhausted self could. but that never came. you waited and waited, knowing mingyu's day had ended hours ago. at some point you simply gave up and called him, wondering where he was, if maybe something was wrong. however, his response was one that left you feeling dejected, something mingyu had never made you feel.

"gyu? where are you?", you'd said as soon as he picked up.

"hm? hi, baby. i'm at the shared apartment. wonwoo hyung wanted to leave early today. what's up, baby?"

not even a quick 'happy birthday'? did he really not remember? you felt kind of embarrassed at having gotten your hopes up for yet another year of special treatment from your boyfriend.

"uhh, nothing gyu. just checking in. are you staying there tonight?"

"yeah. thought it'd be easier since it's a bit closer to the company than your place. is that okay? sorry, baby. i shouldve let you know beforehand," even when he was unknowingly hurting your feelings he managed to be a sweetheart.

"it's fine, gyu. have a goodnight. you must be tired."

"okay, pretty," he giggled boyishly at the phone, fully clueless of your feelings, "sleep tight. love you!"

"yeah, bye."

you'd never hung up on him before a quick 'i love you' before. it mightve a dumb thing to even care about, but you knew that to mingyu's romantic nature it meant everything. which is why you weren't surprised when twenty minutes later your phone began to be flooded by calls and messages from the man, at first wondering why you had hung up like that, only to then evolve into him begging for forgiveness as he explained that he had forgotten your special day, and that it had taken wonwoo's reminder that your birthday fell this week for him to realize his mistake. but this was now his problem to deal with. if he wanted forgiveness, he'd have to come and get it.

vernon -

vernon had a bit of a tendency of being forgetful. it only came hand in hand with his tendency of being a little distracted while out and about. he wasn't careless by any means, but he could sometimes be too in his own world to notice what happened around him. which would sometimes get him into hot waters with you.

he hadn't noticed your hints, he swears! he didn't hear the suggestive tones nor the subtle nudges you'd been giving him for the past month. he hadn't thought much of it when you began texting him about places you two should visit soon, nor when you'd began to talk more about certain interests you'd been having as of late. he had just assumed you were trying to make conversation, so he treated it as such.

when your birthday had actually come, vernon hadn't known it was anything other than an ordinary day. he woke up, making sure to not wake you in the process. he'd gotten up, headed to the company, and followed his regular schedule. it was a particularly busy day, so going on his phone had been mostly out of the question. the two of you weren't really in the habit of texting much throughout the day, usually choosing to just catch up with each other at night when you could lay in bed together and dissect each other's days. he spent a majority of the day fully disconnected from outside contact, focusing solely on the harsh new choreo they needed to memorize for next week's awards show. he knew you were aware it was a busy time of the year for the industry he worked in, so he felt it fine to stay a little extra time today without messaging you first. this was something that happened from time to time anyway, so it shouldn'tve been a problem, right? or at least that's what he thought until he finally plucked his phone out of his bag, where it had been hiding the entire day.

from: baby 😖:

(9:23) u left so early :((

(9:23) shouldve woken me up so i could say goodbye!

(12:58) nonnie, it's been a few hours now ... did u forget something?

(1:20) no reply still?

(1:21) did you actually forget? :(

(1:21) i've been hinting at it for a month. i thought u were being obtuse on purpose :(

(1:48) can u at least come home a little early today? im sure soonyoung wont mind

(2:35) okay, ill take that as a no :(

(4:48) hansol ...

(6:12) okay, i guess you're gonna be home later than usual today.

(7:10) it's my birthday btw, in case it didnt click by now.

(7:16) maybe you should stay at the dorms tonight. not really in the mood for you to spend the night. im sorry. love you

fucking hell. vernon had never felt like more of a careless asshole. he had spent the entire day away from you, completely clueless to the fact that it was the love of his life's birthday. you weren't one to ask for much, so he knew a simple happy birthday accompanied by even just his presence for a shared meal wouldve been more than enough to make you happy. but his stupid distracted self couldn't even muster enough care for that. he wasnt sure what to do now. should he go to your apartment and beg for forgiveness? or stay here, like a dog with his tail between his legs as he pondered some way to make it up to you? all he knew was that he messed up. hugely.

a/n: i hate writing unresolved angst but uhh yeah if u want a pt 2 lmk <3

[hashire]

Not my dumb ass looking at grad school

[baby-stoner-butch]

i want to be forced to call off work tomorrow 🤤

i want to be kept awake all night long, and i want to be fed edibles consistently through the night so that i slowly lose track of time and how high i already am

i want to lie helplessly in our bed while the hours tick by, while you turn up the vibrator pressed to my clit so slowly i think im just getting hornier, while you feed me just one more gummy and one more gummy and one more gummy

all of a sudden it's 4am. im on the edge of an orgasam, i cant move any part of my body, and i cant think in words anymore. the room is spinning amd my pussy feels so wet and swollen i cant remember it being any other way

around 6am you take my phone and text my boss. you tell her (pretending to be me) that i think i have food poisoning and i cant come in to work today. before she texts back you turn my phone off and put it away. you take my watch too so i cant tell time anymore. not that i can lift my wrist to see it anyway

i dont know what time it is anymore but you feed me another edible and that makes me smile, it cant be too late in the evening bc i havent even cum yet, i cant find my phone but that's okay, good girls dont need phones

good girls dont need to go to work, good girls dont need to cum ☺️🤤

[its-time-to-write]

Thank you so much for the response to my request <3. the fic was better then I could have hoped!!!!

I have a new request (but feel free to focus on the story themes you were wanting to do!), I have been really wanting to see a Jamie fic where he takes care of sick reader. Could be period or illness (no preference) and Jamie has no idea how to help but tries his best. I think its a cute idea

Can't wait to read more of your fics!

Thank you so much for requesting!! Literally love when people ask me to write things. Also, apparently everyone loves a sickfic because my other one has the most notes of everything I’ve written. Anyway, here’s your fic!

there’s orange juice in the kitchen

You are not sure of much, but you know one thing: you’re in pain. It’s 2am, and you’ve gotten a grand total of two hours of sleep. You’ve given up on laying in your bed and have filled up your bath with hot water, bubbles, and bath salts. Lots of bath salts. Your abdomen feels like it’s shredding itself and you suppose, technically speaking, it is. You’re just relieved that tomorrow is the weekend and you don’t have to slog through a work day, white-knuckling these absolutely ripping period cramps. 

You don’t have regular periods like, ever, and your doctor’s concerned about your fertility. You remember waving it off with the statement, “That’s a problem for another day.” Thing is, that was just a cop-out. You didn’t want to think about it for a single second because then it would become real, and you make it a personal point never to complain about a period no matter how brutal it is because at least it’s something and never mind that your last one was four months ago, you’re ok. You have a good life and good people and you’re fine. 

It’s just the principle, you know? The desire of choice. 

The hormones don’t help either. 

But anyway, you’re in your tiny bath trying to soothe the pain you’re in, trying to make yourself tired enough to fall asleep once you get out. You breathe, in, out. In, out. 

You’re up till 6am when you finally doze off. 

—

You wake up in a sweaty haze. You’re in soft pants and a large t-shirt, on top of your sheets rather than in them. You reach for your phone then pull your legs in with a sharp gasp. You’re still in pain. 

It subsides so you reach again and check the time. 9:01. You groan. Three hours of dubious sleep is not enough. You have a missed text from Sam (remind me which brand of kitchenware you use?) two missed texts from Keeley (look at this absolutely adorable puppy! Attached: 1 Image), and a missed call from Jamie. 

Ah, right. Jamie. 

Your boyfriend. 

Who you were supposed to meet for breakfast exactly sixteen minutes ago. 

Shit. 

You call him back and he answers on the first ring. 

“Hey love!” he says. “You alright? Not like you to miss breakfast.”

You grimace. “I uh, I wasn’t feeling well last night and I haven’t slept very good. I forgot to text you. Didn’t fall asleep until 6.”

“A.M.?” Jamie asks and you reply to the affirmative. He lets out a long “shiiit,” followed by a, “how contagious are you?”

“For you? Not very,” you say. “For another girl, incredibly contagious, although some say that’s an old wive’s tale.”

Jamie is silent in confusion, then- “Ohh, I get it! You’re not sick-sick, you’re on your fucking period.”

You chuckle, despite remaining curled up on your side. 

“Yes,” you reply, “My fucking period. I feel nauseous and tired and I am bleeding so. Much. It’s like my body’s making up for the last four months of nothing.”

Jamie’s silent for a moment and you internally cringe, kicking yourself for over sharing. You haven’t been together that long, about a month and a half, and he doesn’t need to know that about you. He’s a famous footballer, after all, and a guy’s guy. Probably gets grossed out about periods and stuff. 

Then he says, “Can I come over? I’ll bring food,” and your worries almost completely evaporate. 

“As long as you don’t care about how disgusting I am or the fact that I hurt a lot, sure,” you say. “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

—

Jamie’s at your flat in 40 minutes, which is fast considering how much food he walks in with. He’s brought a bag of Chinese takeout, plus two overflowing grocery bags. 

“This is for now, these are for later,” he explains. He’s in a pink sweatshirt with matching shorts and socks, and maybe it’s the damned hormones again but he looks hot. His hair is pushed back with a headband and you want him to fuck you. You don’t think you can convince him, though, what with the blood. And the fact that he’s Jamie fucking Tartt. And that he probably doesn’t do shit like that because it’s gross. 

Your brain whispers, but he’s here, isn’t he? so you just push that thought down to live with other scary ones like, I will never have kids, or I’m going to live with this pain for the rest of my life.

Jamie is oblivious to this, just pulling everything out of the bags and chattering on. He’s kicked off his trainers near the door, and he hasn’t made any comments about the fact that you’ve wrapped a blanket around your shoulders like a shroud, or that your hair is in the messiest bun in the history of the world. Not the sexy, reader-insert fan fiction type of messy bun, either. Just an I-did-not-get-anywhere-NEAR-enough-sleep-last-night messy bun. 

“-and me mum always drank orange juice, swore it helped with bloating or hydration or somethin’, I don’t really know, but I got some of that too and this tea that’s supposed to help with cramps, and also a shit-ton of chocolate because I didn’t know which kind was your favorite. I was thinking we can sit on the couch and watch a movie or play Animal Crossing or some shit while eating the takeout, then I can cook you a proper fucking meal later. Coach always says it’s important to have a balanced meal when you’re under the weather, and I think it applies to this too.” He stops when he notices you just looking at him. “You alright, babe?”

“Yeah, I just- why did you get all this?” you blurt out. 

For the first time since you’ve known him, Jamie looks unsure of himself. “I dunno. I mean, I do know. You didn’t sound great over the phone, and Keeley’s always telling me to fucking listen to other people, and me mum was always the same on her period so I used to get her the things she wanted all the time. And-” he takes a breath, “and I picked up on what you said. The fuckin’ four-months shit. That ain’t good babe. Even I know that. And, we haven’t been together that long, but I’m pretty fucking sure you know that too, and I wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”

You’re momentarily fixed on the way he says certain words. Keeleh. Sorreh. It’s sweet, for some reason, and it causes a dull ache in your chest. You realize what he’s actually said to you and that ache deepens. You’d kiss him if you weren’t sure your breath was gross. 

So instead, you settle for nodding and staring at your kitchen wall. That’s because option one is kissing and option two is crying. You can’t do either right now.

A traitor tear slips out your eye anyway, and you hope Jamie won’t see it. He does. 

“Hey, hey.” He comes around the counter and pulls you into a hug, blanket shroud, messy bun, and all. “Love. It’s alright. It’s alright. You’re not alone, and we’re going to go sit on the couch and eat as much food as we can and then pass out, alright? We’re not going to think about anything else except what’s right in fuckin’ front of us.”

“That was,” you sniff, “weirdly philosophical. And very sweet. And I’m sorry for being disgusting.”

Jamie pulls away from you, and you think this is the first time he’s realized how gross you are. 

“Don’t say that shit, babe,” he says, and you laugh before you realize he isn’t joking. 

“I’m serious,” he continues. “You might feel disgusting, but you aren’t. You smell like fucking lavender, for Christ’s sake. Your pajamas are clean, and so’s your hair. Might be fuckin’ messy right now, but me mum also taught me to braid, so it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”

You pull him back against you and let some more tears come out. 

“Why are you being so nice,” you ask, voice muffled through his sweatshirt. 

“Oh, dunno,” he replies, hint of a smile in his voice, “Think you’re fit. I like shower sex. You pick.” He pauses. “Maybe both. Heard that it can help with cramps.”

You laugh wetly into his chest. He’s warm and comforting, and so completely not what you expected him to be. You both stand in the kitchen for another minute, his cheek resting on your head before he says, “Oi, you hungry?”

“God, yes,” you say, “I could eat a fucking horse.”

“Good.” Jamie picks up the bulging bag of takeout and a roll of paper towels. “Lead the way, babe.”

—

It’s not until much later, after you’ve eaten, watched a movie, and showered (and all that implies) that you realize you’re finally tired. Finally calm. You let yourself relax on your bed in Jamie’s arms, breathing in his clean smell. In, out. In, out. By the third breath, you’re asleep. 

[dollsonmain]

Ok, so I work tomorrow at lunch time, then I start training all over again for opening and am to be there at 6am 5-days a week next week. Don't know how long the shift will be, though. Either way that kind of sucks because it's too late to have That Guy drop me off and if I'm getting off work 4 hours later, it's way too early for him to pick me up, too, meaning I'm going to be walking to and from work. I tried to get some better work shoes but Walmart didn't have any in my size. there's not room for insoles in the shoes I have, so I'm kind of stuck with the ouch shoes for a while, yet. I can run to Kohl's or something on the weekend and get some walking shoes maybe. Should be better than what I have, anyway.

-

I don't get mad easily but Son pissed me off. I got a call from school asking me why he already has 5 unexcused absences.

He's been at school every day and is obsessed with getting perfect attendance.

He hasn't been answering when roll is called.

Now I have to call the school and be like "No, he's there. You can verify that with the bus driver and all of his teachers throughout the day, especially Theater Teacher. You must need reminding that he's autistic and non-compliance is written into his IEP. Again. Like every year." but honestly, I don't expect them to adjust his attendance and he's going to have to deal with it.

[i-didnt-do-1t]

It wasn’t unusual for Morris to have nightmares. Between the early years on the farm and the years in the refuge, there was more than enough memories to make up bad dreams. But usually Oscar was asleep when they happened. He’d only ever wake up in the aftermath when Morris had already got up and got dressed and found his way to the kitchen for a coffee. It didn’t much matter if it was 3am or 6am.

But Oscar hadn’t been able to sleep this evening, the usual exhaustion that had been hanging heavy over him all day hadn’t faded any, but even as he lay on his bed, back flat against the uncomfortable mattress, all he could do was stare at the ceiling.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been lying there when Morris’s breath hitched in his throat. An awkward gasp of air that sounded like he hadn’t really inhaled at all. Oscar turned his head to stare at his brother on the other side of the room. His eye sight had long since adjusted to the dark.

Morris shifted again, brows furrowing in his sleep, something distressed and uncomfortable.

Slowly, Oscar found himself pushing himself up, the bed creaking below him.

“Hey. mo.”

Morris didn’t wake any, shifted again, almost erratic, even in his sleep. Oscar turned, feet hitting the cold floor.

“Morris, c’mon. It ain’t real.”

But Morris seemed so caught up in it, so distressingly asleep, that he didn’t wake up till Oscar moved across the room and hunkered at his side, nudging his shoulder. “Mo-“

He woke up suddenly with a gasp, eyes unseeing, shoved Oscar away so hard and so unexpectedly that Oscar fell.

“Fuck. Sorry da- sorry-“

Something in Oscar’s stomach churned. The guilt wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, he felt it every time he caught himself in the mirror, but it didn’t mean he was used to it. Didn’t meant that it didn’t feel worse when it came from Morris.

“It’s Oscar, Mo, da ain’t here.” And Morris’s gaze was still hazy, like he was looking through him rather than at him, and his voice was little more than a croak when he spoke, but it was recognition.

“Os?”

“Yeah. Yeah, mo. S’ me.” He knew the next question would be stupid, but he asked it anyway. “You okay?”

Morris’s breathing was still a little laboured, gaze still searching the room like he was looking for someone who wasn’t there, but he slowly pushed himself up. Swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“Yeah. M’ fine. I. I’m gonna go get a coffee.” He barely acknowledged Oscar, didn’t ask if he wanted one. Didn’t ask why he was awake. “Ain’t mean to wake you Os. Go back to sleep.”

And Oscar was going to follow him, till he said that, an indirect statement that he didn’t want Oscar with him, and Oscar supposed he understood in some ways as he watched his younger brother drag a hand down his face as he walked unsteadily and still half asleep out of their room. Oscar hated Morris seeing him at his worst moments too. But he didn’t get back up, didn’t climb back into bed, just let himself sit on the floor where Morris had shoved him, rubbing roughly at his eyes with the heels of his palms till his sockets hurt. It would only be an hour or two before he would’ve had to get up for work anyway.

Maybe he’d sleep tomorrow.

[delusioncorner]

Knock at the Window

(Spider-Man x Reader)(T)

Whilst studying for a big final exam, you hear a knock coming from your bedroom window...which is weird because you live on the 5th floor of an apartment building. Who on earth could that be?

(This is kind of long and maybe a bit shit but I wrote it because I lowkey miss school)

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The words begin to blur for the seventh time since I've started the tedious- and albeit very stupid- task of pulling an all-nighter for the exam I have tomorrow morning at exactly 7:30 in the morning. Hard, heavy blinks start to plague my eyes and I thought very briefly that I was going to lose this battle that I was fighting with my sleep. I sigh and close my eyes tight, taking deep breaths in and out, in and out, in and out.

When I open my eyes again I look towards the clock hanging on my wall and feel a sense of dread crawl up my spine. 3:45am. Another sigh escapes my lips and my heart begins to race. It's almost 4 in the morning, my exam- that my entire career depends on- is in 3 and a half hours, and I've barely read through half the notes I've taken in preparation for this goddamned test. My eyes start to well with tears and a sense of helplessness fills me rapidly. I've just been so busy the past couple of days with work, school, and my internship at Alchemex. Everything I do combines into one long event that starts at 6am and ends at about 9pm and the times I do have a small break I spend it with Peter. I know I should be focusing on my studies especially with the end of the year staring me right in the face and the promise of grad school welcoming me with its new and exciting embrace but I can't help it.

Peter Parker is in the Bio-Chemistry class I'm taking this semester- the class that I'm attempting to study for at the moment. He's one of the smartest people I've ever met and the depth in which he understands such complex theories will always astound me. I could have been studying with Peter and I honestly should have since he is quite the talented student but I can't focus on anything but him when he's around. It's quite the hopeless predicament I've found myself in. I'd like to think he shares the same feelings for me as I do him but every time I think something is about to happen between us he has to leave. It's happened too often for it to be a coincidence.

Today was a perfect example of that very thing happening. Peter and I were walking through the campus courtyard from our shared class, side-by-side, our hands brushing as we admired the cherry blossoms with their maroon-colored leaves. We talked aimlessly for what seemed like hours but were in reality only a few minutes before we reached the the grand fountain located in the middle of the school. We sat there and spoke, getting closer to one another as the minutes passed, until our hands overlapped. He said something that made me laugh and after I had settled our eyes locked and I felt my upper body leaning toward him like we were magnets, destined to connect. I looked at him through my lashes and tilted my head. I needed to feel his lips against mine. I needed us to feel one another. I needed him to need me just as much as I needed him. Just as our lips almost met...his phone went off and he was gone, running away frantically almost like he was awakened from a trance. I had no choice but to watch him leave.

I texted him before I started my slow descent into madness and I've still yet to receive a text back. I feel sick to my stomach. Recounting that memory combined with my sleep deprivation has turned my stomach in a way I hadn't been expecting. Standing, I carefully stretch and drink a bit of water because I am not about to throw up at- I glance over at the clock again- 4 in the morning.

Great. I managed to kill 15 minutes drooling over Peter. Could I get any more paths-

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I still. Was it my door? It couldn't be. My roommates are all sleeping. Walking over to my door, I open it anyway. Greeted with nothing, I turn to retreat into my room and before I get the chance to close my door I hear another sound.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

The tapping transitioned into harder, heavier knocks. They sound frantic. I know it's not my door this time so I turn to my window. My curtain-shrouded, no-fire-escape-having, 5th-story window.

"Dude, there's literally no way that knocking is coming from my window right now."

A gruff, strained, and slightly muffled voice comes from right outside the window. "Please. Please open the window." It's a man. I hesitate briefly but decide that if someone is truly outside my window right now, then it must be someone...interesting and I've always been a curious person. I close my door and saunter towards my window. Dread is filling me once again but I punch it down. I'll just take a small peek and if it's like the Green Goblin or some other nefarious ne'er-do-weller then I'll simply accept my fate and die.

...Yeah. Yeah, that's what my options are. I either die or...some other second option. Hopefully, option number two is better than death. So, which will it be?'

I reach the window and slightly move the curtain to reveal Spider-Man. The Spider-Man. Even though I couldn't see his entire body I saw enough. I saw his bright red and blue suit. I saw one of his gloved hands and I saw a sliver of his other hand clutching his side. His back was against the wall of my building, almost as if he were glued to it. Spider-Man is a good man. He helps the city and he totally fought some giant dude dressed as a rhinoceros last week who threatened to do something dastardly to the town so I think I would be okay if I let him in. Plus, it seems like he's injured and I'm not a monster. I glance at the clock once more- it reads 4:10- before I rip open my window.

As quickly as I open the window, Spider-Man is through it, and closing the window behind him with just as much speed, then he slunks against my wall in a boneless heap. His breaths are heavy and small helpless whines escape his mask-shrouded lips. I tell him that I'll be back and swiftly leave my room, closing the door behind me, and running down the hallway to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. When I return, Spider-Man is away from the window and slumped over in my desk chair.

"Thanks for letting me in. Also sorry for getting blood on your rug maybe? I don't know actually, I didn't really pay attention." He's rambling. He's distracting himself from the pain, I can tell. He continues, "You really just went right to work, didn't you? No 'Hi' or 'Woah! Spider-Man? What a silly thing that's happening right now,' you just up and got a...first aid kit? Thanks but I'm okay. It's just a flesh wound."

"You're bleeding a lot. One could even use the word profusely. I don't know what kind of weird business you have going on but I can just...I don't know? Stitch you up? My mom was a nurse and she taught me a few basics on how to fix up small wounds." I open the first aid kit as I babble on. The room is beginning to smell like iron and I feel lightheaded. He begrudgingly agrees after I beg him to let me help and I thank him. He lets me gently lift the top of his suit and I get to it. I feel sick and as he hisses in pain as the needle digs into his skin, I can't help but also feel sorry for the pain I'm causing him.

He goes on to comfort me as I finish stitching him. He keeps up a nice banter with me, making jokes and asking me other questions about my hobbies, and soon enough I'm tying up the last stitch and taping a bandage over the wound. I take a deep breath and ask him if he's hurt anywhere else. He says no but I still do a quick check. I cannot be responsible for the demise of New York's favorite web-slinger all because I was reckless. I didn't realize it but I said that part out loud. He started to laugh. His low laugh turned into a loud booming fit of hysterics and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips.

He seems so familiar but I can't pinpoint it. I'm so comfortable with this man that I've just met. I blame it on the fact that he's a well-known vigilante who helps others but the whole time we were talking, I couldn't help but compare him to Peter. Their mannerisms and humor are so similar that it seems like they could be the same people but that's such a far-fetched theory that I swept it from my mind as quickly as it entered.

More minutes passed and I accepted the fact that I'd probably fail this test. Maybe, if I play my cards right, I could convince my professor to let me take it again? Say I developed nasty stomach flu or maybe I'll say my mother is in the hospital. He doesn't know she's dead so no harm no foul. Spider-Man and I discuss everything from star signs to the best delis in the area. Our tones get softer and I feel a wave of calm wash over me for the first time in 3 days. A yawn escapes my lips and I accept defeat. I'll email my professor when I wake up. Hopefully, he's understanding.

Spider-Man also seems to have reached his limits. He stands and stretches his arms over his head, groaning obnoxiously in the same way Peter does. Spider-Man thanks me for my help and for the conversation but mentions how he has something to do soon and should probably leave. I don't want him to leave. I find myself wanting to keep him. A courage that I am unfamiliar with strikes my body and suddenly I'm reaching for his mask. I rest my hands on his cheeks as a silent question. Can I? He nods slowly and suddenly there I am, in the middle of my bedroom at who-knows-when, peeling the bottom part of his mask up, stopping just below his nose. I sway forward and all at once, we're kissing.

It's brief, almost as if it was a thank you. A thank you to him for helping me relax in my state of study-induced panic and maybe a thank you from him for helping him? For showing him kindness? Whatever the thanks was for didn't matter, so long as I felt it. When we parted, he pulled his mask down and walked towards the window, opening it, and preparing to disappear into the night. I spoke up one last time.

" Why did you come to my window? Seems pretty random, no?"

He simply looks over his shoulder and says, "Because I knew you'd open the window." And just like that he's gone and I'm left to ponder.

He knew I'd open the window?

[missys-mansion-of-mistakes]

July 23rd, 2024. Tuesday.

🎀 Had a very successful day! I woke up late, but when I went to the grocery store I did pick up some caffeinated yerba mates. I had one at 10am and one I sipped from about 12pm to 3pm. I also had a study buddy who encouraged me to work on what's due soonest rather than faffing around with daily tasks, so I finished my third draft of a scholarship essay and submitted it, as well as drafted another essay. I also cleaned out my fridge and car, which I've needed to do for weeks-- so major win! Sometimes it's good to focus more on one-off tasks you can just complete than tasks that are basically "chopping wood, hauling water" every single day.

🚶🏻‍♀️ I'm sad I didn't go for my walk. I woke up at 6am, but I usually wake up at about 3am (for comparison.) So instead of me getting to settle into my morning routines and get everything done, I was still rushing around when 8am came and went, which is when I aim to go for my walk by-- because otherwise it's just too hot. 9am is doable, but I had to go grocery shopping so... it was 10 by the time I came back. Ugh. Tomorrow!!

👫 Had a good conversation with my friends about worrying about potentially feeling regretful about focusing so hard on my career in my 20's. Will I regret this? Will I look back and wish I had spent my time otherwise? One of my friends, S, asked a very good question-- have I regretted my choices from the past few years? And I realized as I answered that, no, actually I've LOVED 95% of my choices from the past few years. It soothed me quite a bit.

🏢 I work tomorrow. My nails are very chipped, so I might focus on either repairing the chipped nails or just redoing them entirely in a different color tonight. I'm trying to be more concerned about appearances-- which sounds counterintuitive, but... appearances are important, and I grew up caring 0%. It all adds up. Anyway I just hope my coworkers are decent and the work isn't too hard. I don't even know what work there will for me to do! The place is basically an outpost. Guess we'll see.

What are you worried about at this moment?

Sending good vibes your way! We can totally do this!

[Photos: My todolist (the highlighted tasks are completed tasks), and my room with the dawn light streaking through the window.]

[almondmilk72]

Hi girls!!

Today was kinda busy, I needed to finish some task from work, it wasn’t stressful, but it was a lot of paperwork to get ready before Christmas.

Anyway, I decided to give myself a little treat, a small present, before Christmas. The Rare Beauty lip oil in a color that am not normally used to wear, wanted to spice thing up a little. And I gotta say, you girls, this lip oil IS THE MOST amazing THING IN THE WORLD, saw it on TikTok and decided to try it, I LOVE IT AND OBVIOUSLY RECOMMEND IT TO U ALL.

Also, I know it’s kinda late for Christmas decor, but saw this gorgeous pink tree in the shelf and got it for my room, what do y’all think?

Changing to other topics, i gotta say that my sleep schedule is completely destroyed, the vacation shift really popped up. Do u have some tips for this?

In other new, Christmas is around the corner, what are your plans? What is on the menu for this day? Any recommendations for me to try and make this holidays?. Gotta say that these next few days are going to be super busy, I need to get up tomorrow at around 6am to go and do the rest of my shopping list.

I think that’s it for the day.

XO<3

Almondmilk.

[i-am-grell]

Why do colleges and universities always choose inconvenience to every student over practical options?

I’m taking a 1 year certification course at a college in my province. Registration was meant to open today at 6am. Yesterday, the head of this program emailed us that he expects the course to fill quick so we should prioritize registering as soon as possible. Then we got an email from him that there’s a technical issue at the college but it should be resolved “by the end of the day” and he’ll email us as soon as it’s fixed.

Anyway, it’s 4pm now, it’s still down, I’ve still been awake since 6am because anxiety (despite my summer sleep schedule/rhythm putting my typical wake up at fucking noon).

Like I know it’s hard to pinpoint precise times for tech issues.

But for the love of god could you not just reschedule it to a concrete date/time in the future so you don’t have - what I expect is - a bunch of prospective students just waiting around all day?? Just say “sorry we’ll do it tomorrow at time” instead - and if you can’t make that work then idk do it the next day.

You see what I’m saying, right? Like if there’s a 40 person capacity and 40 people get the email and register but number 41 is busy at work or something and gets waitlisted because they didn’t know precisely when registration would open up? I mean, I’m sure 6am isn’t a good time for some people, but at least with a concrete window if they are at work or whatever they can make sure that’s when they take their break and register then.

I’m not the only person who’s frustrated when this happens, right????

[jae-is-confused]

Heyyyyy rn I'm questioning if I'm transmasc so I would loooooove if you could write a lil something with reader being Steve's transitioning lil brother who's hopelessly in love with will and us afraid will won't love them back bc they're not a bio boy<3 sorry if it's too specific 😭

Heyyyyy I would love to help a fella out! It took a male!reader fic for me to realize I was in fact not gender fluid, but trans masc, so enjoy and I hope this helps

Chosen Last

Will Byers x Ftm!Reader

Platonic/Romantic/Unspecified

Pronouns: He/Him

Summary: Steve has been telling you from day one to 'shoot your shot' with Will. But he doesn't understand how different it is for people like you. Especially for people like you.

"y/n you just have to be direct with him. Just say how you feel and see where it goes from there." Your older brother Steve said while slipping on his green work vest. You groan and fell backwards onto his bed.

"I'm sure Robin has already explained this to you but it's different for people like us. It's alot harder to find someone who is as chill about it as you. Let alone someone who also feels the same way!" You continued to complain while Steve stood in his bathroom messing around with his hair.

When you don't hear a response you lean your head up a little to peek into your brothers bathroom.

"Dude, you look fine! Will you just put down the Fara Fawcett spray and listen to me!" Steve sighs and leaves the bathroom, now heading for his bedroom door.

"I am listening and to me it just sounds like your making up excuses." You jump up from the bed and follow your brother when you start to hear his voice trail away.

"Well I have every right to if I don't want to be beat up! I'm not actually a guy you know." Steve is how standing by the front door as you run down the stairs. Steve turns to you just as you stop behind him.

"Do you really think Will of all people has the willpower to hurt you? Or anyone for that matter?" He raises his eyebrows at you and adds a small 'hm?' at the end.

"No, but Mike might." You lean against the wall as you watch Steve tie his shoes.

"Last I checked you were confessing to Will, not Mike." You brother laughs as he stands up. "But if you like both of them then I'm going to be concerned."

"Like you can say anything. You've dated probably every avalible girl in Hawkins and now after Nancy I haven't seen you sneak one girl in." You grin at Steve as his face goes blank. He grabs your hoodie and throws it at you.

"Get in the damn car..." You muffle your laughs as you put on your hoodie and step out the door, closing and locking it, before trailing behind Steve to his car.

You now stand leaning over the counter of the 'Family Video' store, Robin talking your ear off. You love Robin and you love to listen to her talk, but Steve was slacking so she was lonely and more talkative than usual.

You actually had a really nice conversation with her about what you should do about Will. She didn't have a lot of advice, her dealing with the same problem at the moment but you both came up with idea's. She was way more helpful that Steve.

At some point though you did have to go to school. It wss the last day before spring break and then it was off to Cali with Mike.

Yeah. That's why you were so worked up about someone who didn't even live here anymore. Because at 6am tomorrow you were getting on a flight with someone you were sure Will had a crush on to go see, well, your crush. So, awesome.

Anyways, you decided to walk to school and met up with Dustin and Mike outside by the doors. At some point after the assembly you broke off with them to hang out with Max. You met back up at lunch, talked about hellfire, blah blah- basically it was an eventful day.

In the end, after the game, you got picked up by Steve, grabbed your suitcases from home, and got dropped off at Mikes house. You decided to stay the night there so Nancy could drive the both of you to airport in the morning.

You stayed the night in Holly's room that night. Beleive it or not she was yor favorite Wheeler sibling. Things were weird with you and Nancy because of Steve and you and Mike just weren't that close anymore. You had a feeling Mike somehow knew about your feelings for Will and just never said anything.

So you spent most of your time at the Wheeler residence coloring and talking with Holly. After dinner you helped her pick out an outfit for tomorrow and set up a sleeping bag on the floor for you next to her bed.

In the morning Mrs. Wheeler woke You, Mike, and Nancy and soon enough you were all off to the airport. At this point you were so tired and scared that you only remember getting on the plane, falling asleep, and Mike nudging you awake as the plane landed.

Mike helped you grab your bags from above you and then walked away.

'Man he's eager' you make a face and quickly stumble down the aisle as someone pushes you as a sign to move.

Exiting the gate you walk next to Mike, who looks ridiculous by the way, and peer your head over the crowd of people also exiting the gate. Your nerves are high as you look for Will's face and specifically Will's face.

You see Mike next you also looking around, which seems to work out better for him, when he grabs your arm and points. You look and see an ecstatic El waving you and Mike down.

You smile as Mike waves back and runs over to her, colliding with her into a hug when they meet in the middle. You jog over to the small group that has formed with Mike and El at the very center. Everyone was hugging and saying hi, though it was awkwardly. You just stood there, un-noticed.

Ouch. You look over to Will when he gives Mike an awkward side hug. You frown when Mike quickly retreats back. You walk over to Will and tap him on the shoulder, making him turn around.

You watch as his face immediately lights up.

"y/n!" He pulls you into a gentle hug and you laugh at his eagerness.

"Hi Will. Whatcha got there?" You pull away from the hug to look at the rolled up paper in his hand. His mood noticably shifts as his face falls slightly.

"You don't have to tell me." You say, putting a hand on his shoulder. On the outside you were pretty calm but inside you felt like someone lit a fire in your stomache. You were so nervous you were afraid your hand would sweat through Will's shirt.

Will shook his head and smiled at you.

"No, it's okay. It's just something I made for Mike but he doesn't seem all that interested right now." Will turns his attention over to Mike who was getting tag checked by some dude you hadn't noticed before. You instantly respected him though.

You felt the small fire in your gut go out when you saw how Will looked at Mike. I think deep down you knew that Will probably wouldn't have a care in the world for your romantic feelings for him. All because of the straight boy he just so happened to fall for.

Everyone in the friend group knew you were born female and were kind of on edge when you came out as trans to them. It's one of the reasons you and Mike aren't that close anymore. But after that Will came up to you one day and pulled you aside.

He told you that he was questioning if he liked boys and you were so happy. But, not, at the same time, for obvious reasons. But you were there for him. Like he was there for you when you came out.

After introductions were done, the guy with long hair, who you now knew as Argyle, drove you all to a small diner. After, he and Jonathan dropped you all off at a Roller-Skating rink. It was apparently a place El went to alot. She brought up her supposed 'friends' alot too.

You guys skated for a while but the whole time you were watching Will. He kept looking at Mike and El while they skated. Hand in hand.

You skated up to Will and grabbed his hand. He looked at you and flinched a little. When he saw it was you he untensed a bit. You guys skated in silence, getting weird glares from other people in the rink. Nice to know you look somewhat masculine.

After a little you finally broke the silence.

"Ya'know, I always had a hunch you had feelings for Mike." You whisper. Will looks at you with wide eyes as you continue to look at your feet, your expression unchanging.

"I think the only reason I noticed is because you spent so much time looking at someone who doesn't care when I was the one looking at you. I guess it just irritates me how much you pine over Mike while he has head up in the clouds, surrounded by El." You feel the back of your throat dry up and you stop by the entrance of the rink.

"I'm gonna go get something to drink." Without looking at Will you step out of the rink and head over the the food counter. You get a bottle of water and go to sit in an empty booth.

You sit there and slowly sip at the bottle of water in your hand, just staring at the table. At this point you didn't feel like crying, you felt like screaming. You took Steve's advice and ended up walked away before you could get an answer. Stupid.

You put your forhead against the table and softly banged it a couple times. You sat there with your head down for a while, to be honest you lost track. At some point you felt someone sit next to you. They grabbed your hand and you instantly knew who it was.

You look up and see Will with a worried expression adorning his face. When he saw your face he smiled a little and leaned back in his seat.

"Your right, about Mike. And I've definitely accepted that fact. But I think I have yet to accept the fact he's dating and loves El. I-I made that painting in hopes that it would at least bring Mike attention to me and get us talking again. I don't even care about feelings at this point anymore. I just want us to be friends again." Will sqeezes your hand as he talks, I don't think he realizes until he looks down.

"And I'm sorry I didn't realize your feelings sooner. Now I feel like I'm doing to you what Mike was doing to me." He lets go of your hand moves away from you a little. "I don't know how long I've liked Mike, probably my whole childhood," You frown and Will realizes that probably didn't help.

"But that doesn't mean I still like him-I mean I do but I-" He groans and turn towards you in his seat. Your eyes were welling up, thinking the worse possible situations. "Y/n, I do like you. but I'm not completely over Mike. Far from it actually. But that doesn't mean I don't want to move on." He grabs your hand again and rubs it with his thumb, keeping eye contact the entire time, which is rare for Will.

"I know what it's like to be chosen last, and the last thing I want is for you to feel that way as well." The entire time Will was keeping eye contact you could feel how sincere he was. You knew that Will didn't didn't have the heart to break other peoples hearts. That just wasn't him.

Your eyes drift from Will's eyes and before you know it your pushing our own lips against his.

He doesn't fight it.

He kisses back.

Your eyes go wide as you pull back from the kiss.

"Will- oh geez, I am so sorry. You just explained to me that you needed time and I just kissed you-" Will laughs as he cups your jaw with one of his hands, cutting you off as he pulls your face into a gentle kiss. You instantly melt, his hand on your jaw as if you were made of glass. The kiss lasted for about 10 second before you both pulled away.

"It's okay y/n. And if it's ok with you, I'd like to go on a actual date while your still in town." You smile at Will and nodded, still in shock from the sudden kiss. You lean back a bit and grab your water bottle.

"Are kisses still on the table?" You asked slowly, still unsure about where you both stand on this situation.

"Believe me, I would love nothing more." Will said bashfully. You laughed and pulled him into another chaste kiss, him placing one on your forehead after.

"We'll take this slow."

HEY GUYS!!! It only took me forever but I finally got something posted. I had some stuff going on but I'm back momentarily. :D

[doonarose]

Ohhh I had a dark, miserable moment there for a second. Weekend down to see my family was fine. I was mildly annoyed that when I arrived Friday night it morphed from my expectation - most of Saturday with my sister because it was her birthday and she always wants big birthday stuff, and then big family roast lunch sunday wit my mum and sister (new mother) and grandmother and like ten of us - to a reality I think they purposely didn't tell me about because I might have begged off - breakfast at the farmer's market with sister on saturday and then off to watch the most dismal game of sportsball with my dad saturday night (mostly because him and my mum are bickering and she wanted some time alone and he's lonely and wanted someone to whine to), and then roast lunch just with my parent's sunday.

Like honestly, the shitshow that is work, I might have had the guts to say: sorry, I'm not gonna drive three hours down for that, I'm going to use my weekend to recover and prepare.

But whatever, it was mostly fine. My parents are bickering, they've always bickered, but it's become a running joke that they're increasingly using me as their marriage counsellor and that's kind of fucked up.

But it also meant I'm wiped from the weekend which I cannot be because I have more teaching this weekend, and the ongoing trudge into the death of the academic sector and all of society to face, and I'm coordinator five evening events which brings science to the community (and many of my speakers are being fuckwits and we also haven't sold any tickets because society is fucked). All of which I think I'd have well in hand.

And then I got roped in to doing a live to air radio interview tomorrow morning. And all those tiktoks you see about people who have severe anxiety about talking on the phone, or talking at all, and planning out and practicing every interaction, and utter mortification and lifelong scarring for every misstep... I think that's me.

I remember when I was in grade 3 (9 yers old), I assumed the past tense for extinct was extunct and the librarian (sorry I know most of you are chill af) laughed at me in front of the whole class and I relive that weekly!

Anyhow, thing is I have more anxiety about letting people down or the perception of failure so I have developed coping skills for the terror of speaking in public but it is 100% bubbling up right now and the dogs were out the back barking and I was screaming at them and they did not care and I just wanted to burst into tears.

Anyway... marginally better now. Radio interview is at 8am. Another fucking class I'm not prepped for is at 9am. I'm going to try to switch off my brain, get up at 6am and just Be Ready.

I just hate that I'm not wired for this shit. I hate it.

[someonewhogotanaccount]

what's new?

I… am not so familiar with some English expressions, so I’ll interpret this as a “what's up”. Correct me if I'm wrong :).

So far I'm having a relatively relaxed day, got woken up by the alarm clock at 6am this morning and spontaneously decided not to go to school. Well, I would have had only substitution and PE today anyway, so I didn't miss much. To be honest, I almost went to school (because I’m a nerd and don’t want to miss school), but I was so tired and my mom talked me into staying home. So, I mean, if anyone from my school is reading this, I'm totally one-hundred percent sick, of course. Cough, cough. Plus, I was only like six absences last school year, so that's kinda justified.

Stupidly, no one sends me the book pages we are supposed to work on, so unfortunately I can't do any assignments. Cough, sneeze, cough, cough. (Oops, chain reaction)

Also shit just realised I lost my key. I dunno where I left that stupid thing… and my mom won’t be pleased by that (I always lose something).

Anyway, I have English exam tomorrow and haven’t learned yet because… I think I already mentioned that I am a lazy person learned to appreciate the perks of procrastination. And I used the wasted time to read so it’s valued wasted time. Oh, and I've been playing the piano more often again lately. Now my left wrist hurts like hell again, but my conscience is satisfied at least. My story (the one you kinda helped me with) was also a little bit continued and I had my first “author getting more brilliant ideas under the shower” - experience the day before yesterday.

Sadly, I don’t have any time left to write further (maybe that’s good ‘cause this answer is already pretty long ;). As I said, I still have to practice English (and now slightly start panicking because I forgot the time).

How was your day? What’s new? :)

[widowbitessting]

I feel like reader would totally forget to eat/sleep if they got busy with uni work and that just wouldn't fly with the mommies/ or they would be over tired and be disrespectful by accident and be like oh shit afterward 😂

Thanks for the submission @findmeinthestars and sorry it's like 7 months late! <3 I know I've done a couple of these, I just love this trope so much.

You would for sure do this at one point.

Like, you'd be too engrossed with your work that everything else - drinking, eating, talking to your super hot girlfriends, just gets completely forgotten about.

Now, please understand this. You don't do it intentionally.

Not at all.

You just...deadlines happened.

A lot quicker than you anticipated (maybe because you wrote the wrong dates down on your phone, but let's not talk about that).

Which resulted in the sudden long cram session where your basic needs slowly get forgotten.

It started at 5am.

5 fucking am.

6am passes quickly, just like the Trio! as they quickly rush to work; believing your weak promises to eat and drink.

By 7:30am, you have already consumed your fourth cup of coffee and are well on your way to your fifth.

There is no water in sight.

To give yourself some credit, you did try to eat something.

The bread is still waiting in the toaster.

Which means you had every intention to eat.

You just...didn't.

As you went to click the bread down to make it become toast, you remembered some vital research that you didn't do.

Thus your breakfast being forgotten.

By the time the Trio! come home after work, their sweet little baby is still sat in the same spot, typing/writing furiously as you had when they had left work that morning.

It's Natasha who finds you.

Eyes red from exhaustion, body trembling from the excess amount of caffeine consumed.

"Baby girl, have you been working this entire time?"

"Mmm."

"Talk to me. Please tell me you've taken a break. Had some water, something to eat?" Natasha is worried.

Rightfully so.

"Can you just stop talking? I need to focus!"

It isn't until Natasha's face is directly in front of yours that you register the fuck up.

Oh shit.

"I didn't -"

"Talk to me like that again, little girl, and I will have you over my knee faster than you can say sorry. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes."

"Have you eaten or had water today?"

"I've - I've had coffee."

"And?"

"...more coffee."

Your brain is far too exhausted, too fried, to even consider bratty responses.

"Go to the fridge and get something to eat. And a glass of water, now."

"But -"

"Now!"

You do as you're told, exceptionally quickly, and scurry to the fridge to grab the first thing you find.

You then grab a big cup and fill it with water.

When you return, Natasha has moved your things and all but drags you to sit on the sofa with her.

"Carol is going to make us dinner." She tells you. "And Wanda is going to run you a bubble bath. You need to rest, moya milaya veshch'."

"Yes, but --"

You nestle into her side regardless.

It's second nature, whenever you sit beside on of the three women now, to be physically touching them anyway you can.

"You can work later. In an hour...maybe two...just for now, love; just relax."

"I'll -"

"When is your work due, baby girl?"

"End of the weekend," You reply around a mouthful of food, "midnight."

"So you'll rest this evening, do a few more hours of work before bedtime and then tomorrow, work with regular food and water breaks. Understand?"

"Yes, mommy."

Natasha encourages you to take a large drink of water.

"Such a good girl."

[transboysokka]

I’ve definitely told this story on one of my blogs here but actually one of the worst I’ve ever been hurt (other than that terrible life-altering concussion a year ago) was like 7 years ago when I was working in lumber/building materials and I was the only one on shift at the time so I was putting up this massive beam by myself (pressure treated 14-foot 6x4 if anyone can picture) which I did ALL the time but also it was 6am so, yknow, lack of concentration I’m sure, and the whole thing bounced right back off the rack and knocked me square in the forehead

it barely missed my eye by like an inch now I think about it holy shit

Honestly that wasn’t so bad. It broke my glasses but I stayed conscious through sheer force of will, got sent to the med center, diagnosed with an obvious concussion (but this place my work sent me too was too cheap to even get me a scan and I ended up having nerve damage for a couple years) and was sent to rest for the day and come back to work tomorrow

hehe

I was living with my mom at the time and sleeping in a top bunk in her basement

So my concussed ass wakes up bright and early next morning and just… tries to get out of bed face first??

and LAND on my face and shoulder from six feet up, and my collarbone just straight up snapped

and THAT made me pass out for a minute

I have tolerated so much damn pain in my life like my tolerance is insane but I had to yell for my mom when I woke up because I just couldn’t move

anyway I spent about a month waiting for it to heal naturally like the doctor said it would, it hurt the whole time, then I finally went to a surgeon who was like “no holy shit we need to fix that TODAY” and so they had to basically rebreak it to put it back together with a bunch of metal which is still in me

and my work didn’t cover that cost bc it “happened at home”

GOOD NEWS IS when I was laid up healing all that time I found the job that changed my life and brought me to Asia so

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Her Song part 23

The doctor came back an hour later. This time, there is someone else with him. A woman with brown hair and a white lab coat.

"Ms. Y/L/N," he starts, closing the door behind him and the other doctor. "We've come to discuss treatment options. This is Dr. Shepherd, a world-class neurosurgeon. I've asked her to discuss the surgical option with you. Is that alright?"

I nod, swallowing my nerves. By now it's ten pm, and Florence is asleep in the chair next to me and Syd is sound asleep in the hospital bed. I'm the only one who can't seem to fall asleep.

"Would you like your partner to be awake for this?" Dr. Shepherd asks quietly, pulling up a chair to sit across from me. I glance down at Florence and I's intertwined hands and debate correcting her assumption, but ultimately just shake my head.

"No, it's alright."

"Okay, Ms. Y/L/N-"

"Y/N. You can just call me Y/N."

"Okay. Y/N," she says with a small smile, "I'm not going to lie to you. I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. This is gonna be tough. It's gonna be hell, but I'm gonna try my damnedest to get your daughter through this."

"Thank you. So," I breathe, subconsciously squeezing Flo's hand a little tighter. "What are the options?"

"First I need to explain the reason this kind of tumor is so hard to treat. The cancerous cells grow into the healthy ones, so it's impossible to remove them all with surgery."

"Does that mean surgery is off the table?"

"No, not necessarily. We could try to fight it with radiation and/or chemotherapy. But with Sydney's age...that poses some risks. In my professional opinion, I think our best move is surgery, followed by chemo. I'll perform surgery to remove as much of the tumor as possible, and then as soon as she's healed enough, we'll begin chemo treatments to get the rest of the cancerous cells."

I take a deep breath and swallow my hesitation. "Then that's what we'll do. I trust your judgment, Dr. Shepherd."

"Okay. I'll come back tomorrow with our head pediatric surgeon. Until then, try and get some rest." She gives me a small smile and stands up. The neurologist follows her out of the room and closes the door without saying a word.

I breathe deeply and fail to keep the tears from falling. I don't know what I'll do if I lose Syd.

~

I wake up to a bright light shining in my eyes. I groan, blinking to adjust to the sunlight piercing through the windows. I check my phone. 6am. The sun is just now rising. I'm not sure how long I slept, but it couldn't have been more than a couple of hours.

Sure enough, Flo and Syd are still sound asleep. I quietly stand up, but Florence stirs anyway. "Where are you going?" she asks groggily, rubbing her eyes.

"I was just gonna go to the bathroom," I say, pointing to the bathroom attached to the room.

"Oh. Ok. I'm gonna go get us some actual food. I can't stand this hospital crap," she grumbles, standing up.

"Okay," I laugh lightly. "Thank you, Flo."

"It's nothing. Will you be alright?"

"Yeah. I'll see you soon."

"See you soon," she promised with a wink before leaving the room.

FLORENCE'S POV:

I walk through the hospital with my head down, hoping for Syd and Y/N's sake that I don't get recognized.

As I walk down the busy streets of New York towards a small bakery, I decide I should probably call my manager and let him know why I fell off the face of the Earth.

It rings a few times before he picks up. "Hello?"

"Hey, George, it's Florence."

"Yes, I know, I have caller ID. Mind telling me why you canceled on Vogue? That photoshoot was a big deal, Florence. You can just walk away from something like that."

"I know it was a big deal but I had something personal I needed to do. Which brings me to my next point...I don't think I'll be available to work for a while."

He—understandably—sighs in frustration. "And why is that? I'm gonna need an actual explanation."

"My...friend's daughter is in the hospital. She has brain cancer. I need to be there for them."

He remains silent for a moment. "Is this the same friend you haven't stopped talking about?"

"George, it's complicated."

"I know. I know, and I understand that. Your life is yours and you can do with it what you want, but just be careful, Florence. We can't deal with the PR nightmare of you being spotted in a hospital getting cozy with a random woman."

"She's not a random woman," I snap defensively.

"You're right, I'm sorry. But you get my point. Just be careful. And you can't avoid work entirely. You may have to come in a few times."

I sigh, knowing that's as good as it will get. "Okay, fine. I have to go. Thank you, George."

We exchange our goodbyes and I head into the bakery to get some food.

When I get back to the hospital, I expect Y/N to be sitting in the hospital room. But she's not. When I reach Syd's room, she's pacing outside with her hands on her head, tears streaming down her face.

I rush over to her and put the bag and coffee on the ground. "Y/N, darling, what's wrong? What happened?" She stumbles over her words, panting heavy breaths. I notice the blinds and door to the room are closed.

I cup her face in my hands and force her to stop pacing. "Look at me. Y/N, look at me. What happened?"

"Syd- she's having a seizure. They're trying to stop it," she chokes out. My heart skips a beat and my stomach fills with dread. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. I can't fix this. I can't do anything to help. So I just hold her in my arms and pray to any deity that might be out there to please, save this little girl.

Y/N'S POV:

Florence sways me back in forth in her arms and, surprisingly, it helps calm me down a little bit. I listen to her steady, fast heartbeat and small whispers of sweet words.

After a few more minutes that felt like an eternity and a half, the nurses leave the room. Dr. Shepherd comes out and approaches us with a somber expression. I turn to face her, but Flo still keeps a hand on the small of my back.

"It took longer than I'd like, but we gave her diazepam to stop the seizure. She's asleep for now, but she'll probably wake up in an hour or less. Let a nurse know when she's awake, and I will be back. Okay?"

I nod in understanding and Dr. Shepherd soothingly rubs my arm as she walks away. "Are you ready to go in?" Flo asks. I grab her hand and nod, walking into the room. Pulling a chair up to the side of the bed, I sit down and grab Syd's hand, sniffling. Florence is still standing beside the chair, holding my other hand, so I pull her down to sit on my lap.

I rest my head against her shoulder. Our hands are still joined, resting in Flo's lap. "I can't believe this is happening," I mumble.

"I know it's hard, but we can do this. She's a fighter. And we'll keep her safe, okay?"

The words ring familiar in my mind and I chuckle lightly. "She's our little Satanist."