#lemme get back to regularly scheduled programming

[an-albino-pinetree]

So, instead of trying to start something new/in the works- I went back to something really old, inked and coloured it, and I am okay✨ with the result

(Also, hopefully I don’t have to explain this, but, the “dishes” comment, isn’t because she’s a woman, and this is like 1974- It’s him explaining that if she really wants to help him out, there’s a bunch of shitty, boring, cleaning to be done) 👍🏻

AU credit : @g00bergoo 🚂

[tojiscrack]

HELLO WIFEY IM BACK.

before i go to our regularly scheduled shitbag content, LETS TAKE A MOMENT FOR THE NEW CHAPTER OF LIAR LIAR???

HELLO I LOVED IT SMMMMMM

I AM SO GLAD THAT GOJO CLOCKED SUKUNA'S TEA! i cannot wait to see the future dynamics that come from this

ALSO Y/N SITTING ON GOJO'S SHOULDERS IS SO ADORABLE I LOVED IT

i was also so grateful to not have to read kamo speak in this chapter. brought me much joy. even tho Y/N'S BITCH ASS WAS SPENDING TOO MCUH TIME WITH HIM.

but i was very glad that megumi is starting to show more interest in her semi romantically.

now if you tear this away from me, i will hunt you down and shiv you when you least expect it.

for legal reasons, this is a joke.

I AM SO VERY EXCITED FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS!!!!

now back to our regularly schedule programming.

'like you seem sceptical but it’s not BAD 😫'

uh huh... sure... tbf i dont like beans

'i’ve never tried a desi breakfast ☹️ but i don’t doubt that it tastes great! it looks really good too 👀'

it's so yummy

'DON’T BE SURPRISED WHEN I SLIDE INTO UR DMS INTERROGATING YOU ABOUT THE AMERICAN GRADING SYSTEM 😫🫶🏽'

YES OMGGGGGGG I GOTCHUUUU

'but i just don’t think shin ramen is for me'

NONONO U CANT MIX THINGS UP THE FIRST TIME U TRY IT!!!

lemme put u onto a recipe

so, ur gonna just cook the noodles from the shin ramen with about a cup and a half of water. then, ur gonna take a bit of that water and add it to some peanut butter. hey hey hey stay with me now. trust my process. then, mix in the seasoning packet. and then add it to the noodles and let it simmer for a tiny bit of time. AND THEN BAM. banger noodles.

'ok but we also know that kay comes into my inbox every other day to chat shit about you 🌝'

this is the most british sentence ive seen in my life BUT YES U ARE RIGHT

'me personally, i think you should cut him off completely 😬 block button is free + he has a gf so i think just out of respect for that (even if he himself doesn’t respect that) you should do ur part by untangling urself from any of that 🫡'

see the issue here is, before we had our situationship, he was my guy best friend. and we have MANY mutual friends and are in tons of gc together. it just wouldn't work out to block him. thats the rlly annoying part.

'HOW IS HE EVEN PULLING YOU AND THAT OTHER GIRL?? 😭'

I HAVE NO CLUE. IT'S TERRIBLE

'start ur life anew (without him) and let him wonder how his life would’ve been sm better with you in it if he had treated you right and been a better person 😋'

I WISH BRO

'i’d hate to see how you’d behave with a girl you DON’T like 💀'

lowk bro acts the same LMAOOO

also i realized this today but part of the reason why i think he didnt tell me ab him and his ex getting back tgth is he knew i HATED his ex LMAOOO

'however, you should never rely on a man for his money, being financially dependent is a necessity'

oh of course not queen. i am a cs baddie on the rise. we both go to a college prep school. relying on him for money was never an option 😋😋😋😋

'everyone’s too busy caring about themselves to do anything about it :)'

our grade is so tiny we have nothing better to do than talk ab other ppl i fear....

and when i say our grade is tiny, i mean it. like most public schools have graduating classes of like

ehh 500 or so.

our graduating class is going to be 70 people.

'not until you wipe ur mouth from that indirect kiss from that THING you call a man 😐'

I STARTED CACKLING HELLO

'tojis bumcrack ‘cause i find that hilarious HAHAHA 😭😭'

YES OMG THATS WHAT I WAS HOPING IT WAS

'‘cause we’re exchanging cute nicknames but then he’s come back to ruin it :/'

i think shitbag for u in my asks is like kamo for me in ur story 😋😋😋

'DO NOT INVITE HIM TO UR PARTY 🌝'

THE ISSUE IS IVE TOLD HIM AB IT A LOT....

so the new shitbag lore is that

in a gc i have w him and some of my close friends, i was complaining about not having a bf and how i want one so bad.

and i get a call. i do not see who it is. i assume it's my mother bc it's late at night and i'm making too much noise. i answer the phone.

it's shit bag.

he turns the call into a ft and screenshares our school's directory, asking me what i think of every guy on the thing.

i think he's trying to set me up with one of them.

we narrow it down to the only two guys in my grade i'd consider being even slightly attracted to.

he decides to add a third guy to this list.

for this, there is more lore u must know.

back when me and shitbag were just bsfs, i rlly liked one of shitbag's friends. lets call him niceguy. niceguy, like his name, was rlly nice and rlly funny. and i've known him since 2nd grade bc we went to the same elementary and middle school.

and i started liking niceguy this summer bc i worked with him at a summercamp. it was lots of fun. and i ended up inviting him to my bday party and he came and we got a picture tgth which ended up being rlly cute.

i would talk to shitbag a lot ab niceguy, asking for advice and shit.

and then one day, i am looking through my phone. and at this point, we had our homecoming dance within 2 weeks of the present day. and i was rlly hoping niceguy would ask me bc we texted a lot and talked a lot in person. and a lot of ppl rlly thought he might like me back.

but as i'm going through instagram, i see his story is him, one of my not so close friends, and a hoco proposal sign.

i am torn. i am distraught. i have a 4 hour ft call with shitbag to discuss it.

and niceguy and the friend i'm not so close with start dating from that day forward.

after a month or so, they break up.

and that is why, shitbag wants me to add niceguy back to the list.

where was i going with this? uhhhh... oh right. so shitbag ended up fting me for too damn long going through our directory.

and then i told him i was gonna go sleep (WHICH I WAS QUITE PROUD OF BC WHEN I LIKED HIM, I WOULD STAY UP AND FT WHENEVER HE ASKED AND WOULD WAIT TIL HE WANTED TO SLEEP LMAOO)

and i havent texted him since!

now, on better news. i am currently replaying mystic messenger. i do not know if u know this game but i played it when iw as 13 and i am feeling very nostalgic as of late so i had to hop back on the game. i am having much fun and i think this is part of the reason why i havent been texting shitbag back.

god bless for fictional men!

anyways how is your life going wifey?

i think this may be the last of the shitbag updates so shorter asks coming soon!

LMAOOO

bye pookie

HI HI HELLO <3

‘I AM SO GLAD THAT GOJO CLOCKED SUKUNA'S TEA!’ — can you tell i’m a very biased gojo stan? 😋‼️ sukuna lovers are in enemy territory rn i’m jk, like yeah i hate that thing with a PASSION, but idc if you love no-neck-ed LMAOO

‘ALSO Y/N SITTING ON GOJO'S SHOULDERS IS SO ADORABLE I LOVED IT’ — i HAD to implement dadjo in the series bc as much as his relationship with the characters in canon was more like a fun older brother looking out for his students, he’s so father coded, specifically during the exchange event in s1 of jjk 😫 like his behaviour was sooo embarrassing-dad-supporting-his-kids (and the fit looked delicious like yum yum i’m eating well tonight 😁)

‘i was also so grateful to not have to read kamo speak in this chapter. brought me much joy’ — HELP HE’S JUST A GUY WITH A CRUSH 😭 the kamo hate is so funny yet i feel so bad for him 💀 but keep ‘em coming, it still lowkey brings me joy HAHAHA

‘even tho Y/N'S BITCH ASS WAS SPENDING TOO MCUH TIME WITH HIM’ — girl any more of the y/n criticism from you and i’m gonna start to think you hate our poor mc 🫵🏽😟🫷🏽

but just to be clear, it was just a tutoring session with kamo. they weren’t hanging-out-hanging-out, iygwim?

‘if you tear this away from me, i will hunt you down and shiv you when you least expect it’ — 🌝

i’ve been keeping my windows and doors locked SINCE the malakai hate train started a couple months ago, ‘cause i knew that if that poor emo kid was getting hate ‘cause of a random ANON who started shipping him and y/n (they’ve still yet to reveal themselves 🤨) then the kamo hate would rise astronomically from the very same ppl 😭

now with that threat, i humbly remind you of the ‘angst’ tag 🌝 no comment on anything after that

‘for legal reasons, this is a joke’ — i sURE HOPE SO??? 😭

‘I AM SO VERY EXCITED FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS!!!!’ — IAISNWISNWIEJ ME TOO, but unfortunately, at some point from here and up until june, there are gonna be super slow updates :( i’ll address that another time tho! <3

now for the rest of the askkk :)

there’s a problem with ur shin ramen recipe…

i am (unfortunately) a very picky eater. and i hate peanut butter ☹️ but you probably already guessed that with the ‘hey hey hey stay with me now’ 🥴 i’m sorry, peanut butter is vile

shin ramen is just not for me ig 🥲

now as for shitbag… ik you mention that you guys have mutual friends and are in several gc’s tgth, so maybe blocking him is just not possible here, but giving him clipped responses when he texted and declining face-times is very much possible, i believe 😁 get away from that sad excuse of a human being kay, PLS

like you can text him when he texts you first (the italics here are important) but make sure they’re very simple responses, nothing he can use as an opportunity to build on. and 4hr face-times are a nO NO.

absolutely no.

he has a gf, you are not his gf, and even if you DESPISE who he’s currently with, be the better person and leave it 😭

there! problem solved! 😋

‘also i realised this today but part of the reason why i think he didnt tell me ab him and his ex getting back tgth is he knew i HATED his ex’ — hmmm, this tells me a lot about him already 💀 i’m sorry kay, i do NOT like this imposter who-entered-earth-without-a-visa 😐

‘I STARTED CACKLING HELLO’ — HAHAHA 😭 i’m dead serious. i don’t like that guy. i even feel like ‘shitbag’ as a name for him is a compliment, if anything.

‘i think shitbag for u in my asks is like kamo for me in ur story😋😋😋’ — FREEZE 🤨🤚🏽

i don’t not support kamo hate, but i don’t support it either. and yet, this one sentence is the only kamo-hate-sentence that lowkey has me tweaking.

do not compare our respectful-nonchalant-dreadhead-kamo to that bin-juice-of-a-human-being-SHITBAG. EVER 🤢

‘so the new shitbag lore is that’ — STOP ✋🏽 HALT 🛑

did i forget to mention that i DETEST shitbag with my whole entire being?

‘and then i told him i was gonna go sleep (WHICH I WAS QUITE PROUD OF BC WHEN I LIKED HIM, I WOULD STAY UP AND FT WHENEVER HE ASKED AND WOULD WAIT TIL HE WANTED TO SLEEP LMAOO)’ — CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT 🥳 WE LOVE TO SEE IT

ok good, you’re not longer texting that unique-breed-of-human-kind, got my first point out of the way real quick. don’t ever text him unless he texts you

secondly, niceguy’s available. probably the only thing i agree with shitbag with. you should get with niceguy :)

my personal opinion that i have rooted to the core is to stay single forever and ever, marry fictional men and die in love with them, ‘cause that’s been my plan for as long as i can remember and look at me: no situationships, no drama, no SHITBAGS 🤭

‘now, on better news’ — YESSS

‘i do not know if you know this game’ — i’m not aware of it. even when i looked it up, i was a little confused haha. i was a moviestarplanet, stardoll, baby hazel, moshi monsters, bin weevils, purble place, club penguin, sarah’s cooking class, papa’s freezeria, pizzaria, hotdogaria (etc), roblox girly through and through 🥴

but i am super glad you are starting to find enjoyable things to look back on that take you away from the negative doom-cloud that is shitbag! 😙 idek you irl but that genuinely makes me so happy for youuuu <3

‘god bless for fictional men!’ — ameen 🌝

‘anyways how is your life going wifey?’ — ugh, don’t even get me started 😀 i’m living vicariously through you, honestly 😭

‘i think this may be the last of the shitbag updates so shorter asks coming soon!’ — THEY CAN STILL BE LONG, I LOVE HEARING ABOUT UR DAY AND STUFF AND GETTING TO KNOW YOU, but i’m glad shitbag will no longer be the centre of our conversations (literally who does he think he is, starring as a mc in MY blog)

I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAYYY ;)

[voxiiferous]

@melpomaen | Everyone else excuse the break from our regularly scheduled programming for some Tolkien nerdiness.

I Wanna Be In The Calvary Noldor edition (as sung prior to the Burning of the Ships)

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before I wanna good mount when the trumpet sounds and I hear the dragon's roar I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone I beg of you sir let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long

I'd not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march And I'd be sick on a swan ship, and the Belegaer'd leave me parched But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict'ry arch

Let me earn my fleurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards hit their drums A sabre keen, and a bow notched and an army at my back Where the minstrels lead with the cold, cold steel let me be a cav'lryman

Let 'em play their flutes and lace-up my boots and place them back to front For I won't be back on the Helcaraxë until I'm finished in my hunt I wanna be in the cavalry if I must go off to war I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more

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I Wanna Be In The Cavalry: Reprise (Written sometimes in the late first age)

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before

Courageous at first we took their worst, our positions we held stout We clung to belief and we hung on the speech from our trusted leaders' mouths Overwhelming odds and a hopeless cause and our cities overrun There were them that said we was badly led and that were we outmanned

I lost count of the worthy mounts that from under me were cut My favourite mare with her head in the air took poisoned arrows in her gut In the first two weeks on the Ard-Galen my brother lost his arm Was only sixty years till all we prayed was get us home unharmed

O for the day that we changed our names and the well that we were wished The men's congrats and the pats on the backs and the ladies that we missed The band that played and the grande parade and the patriotic shouts All faded fast, didn't even last till the uniforms wore out

And there were none to replace nor to help us face the winters cold and bleak That chilled to the bone the pneumonia prone and froze our bootless feet Then the red-clad came with oath-bound fits, blood and stolen gem That proved in the end to have killed more men than the vilest enemy

We were finally forced to feed on horse and carcass we could scrounge When the wagons stopped and we'd burnt their crops to charred and barren ground With morale in doubt and our pride run out no honour did I see All I seen were a thousand dreams piled dead in front of me

I wanna be in the cavalry if the send me off to war I wanna be in the cavalry but I won't ride home no more

[pvnks0ul]

lemme get this Kelly fic #out so we can get back to our regularly scheduled programming..

[squiiids]

It's ya boigurl, this time without bad news. We're coming up to my three-year anniversary streaming at the end of this month, and things are running real smoothly on the channel, so I wanna change some stuff up to keep it all running smoothly.

It's a lot so I'll put the bulk of it under a read more and just give ya a bulleted list

We're gonna start doing monthly donation/follower goals and when we clear em, we're gonna have a viewer-suggested reward stream. You can suggest what to do over on the Squidcord, or just hit me up in DMS or whatever

BC you guys are awesome i have TOO MANY gifted games, and I want to play them all on stream, so from now on, the first Sunday of every month is gonna be dedicated to playing a handful of submitted games

We're gonna also do more streams than just our regularly schedules programming. I might bring back an old co-op project that went cold, but more on that as things are set in stone

I'm only one person and I can only do so much, so I'm opening the doors on this operation. If you're an artist, or an editor, or another streamer even, and wanna help me out by collaborating with me, lemme know~!

First and foremost, We're gonna start doing monthly donation goals and follower goals, which will of course help me keep the lights on and start branching out to more people. When a goal is reached, next stream I do will be a reward stream that'll be selected by one of you guys. We'll do a vote when the time comes, but you can submit your ideas over at ⁠stream-n-game-reccs. It's a good chance to make me do things that I would otherwise never touch, like iunno, fortnite? Yeah.

Secondly, I'm going to start expanding the catalog of streams I'm doing outside the usual weekly seriesssesses. For one, I am starting to get a MASSIVE backlog of games that you guys have been gifting me, so I'm gonna dedicate the first Sunday of every month to trying out a handful of those game. Another one that may or may not happen, but there's been some chatter about is a revival of an old co-op series that died out a bit, but with the new regularly scheduled formula, should go a lot better. Not gonna say what exactly until it's all set in stone, but look forward to more streams yall.

Lastly, as always I'm trying to expand my empire, and at this point I'm more than willing to accept that there's only so much I can do alone. I've got tons of wonderful, talented people helping me get further, but I aint no video editor. I don't know any video editors. I need help. If this whole Kid Squids branding thing is gonna keep growing to the point that it really can just be a full-time job for me, I'm gonna need a few more members on the team. So if you're an artist, or editor, or streamer, or know someone like that who would be interested in collaborating to make something great, now's the time to hit me up.

[scarletlizzard]

it’s been good thanks for asking!!

back to our regularly scheduled programming: songs of the day??

I got 3 rn

Ella Baila Sola - Eslabon Armado x Peso Pluma

Mojave Ghost - Tainy x Bad Bunny

Despecha - Rosalia

BUT LEMME TELL YOU THIS

WHEN KEHLANI DROPS THAT SINGLE TOMORROW???? Oh it’s going on repeat. Oh I’m gonna be throwing ass the entire day.

IN OTHER NEWS

THE JOJO SIWA SONG AND DANCE IS DRIVING ME INSANE????? GIRL BYE PLEASE DRIVE UR TESLA PLASTERED WITH UR FACE OFF INTO THE SUNSET. SOMEBODY SAID HER ‘BANGERZ ERA’ COSTUME LOOKS LIKE SYNDROME FROM THE INCREDIBLES 💀💀💀💀 FLY HOME BUDDY!!!!

Ok I’m done yelling hit me with ur recs 😅

- 🧊

BITCHHH! (lovingly)

WE ARE GONNA BRING UP ROSALIA?

Ohhhhh good lord. Of course I've heard Ella Baila Sola!! The horns 😩 you know I love the horns!

I listened to the Tainy×Bad bunny song and liked it 👏👏👏👏

Rosalia save me... save me Rosalia... the amount of time I've spent listening to her music while simultaneously trying to figure out the English lyrics needs to be studied. I'll forever hate myself for not fully learning Spanish. Those two classes in high school didn't do shit for me... but the teacher? Oh... the teacher. Theres a reason for the Lati- Don't get me started right now I'm stopping

Just found out Kehlani is dropping a single!! I WILL be listening!!

Do NOT bring up Jojo Siwa on my blog, good lord. I don't know what that girl is doing, but my tiktok page is a hoot about her rn!!!!

[valorxdrive]

@blackasteriia has evil powers

And they consist of that bomb writing and making me go soft.

[carbonateddelusion]

having a hot minute, lemme get it out of my system real quick and we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming

trying to have normal relationships is hard, really really really hard. going thru it a bit right now

[magicaed]

OKAY so im gonna be talkinng about the scene in the alley with homura + sayaka (mainly sayaka in iy) so first of all that's one of my favorite scenes in the movie i think i have it saved somewhere but okay so. i love that scene so so much ik i already said it but yeah i just. okay so . in the main series the Sayaka and homura rivalry was very just like. little kid-ish if you get what i mean like, i mean yeah it was there but there wasn't any motivation behind it other than ew she looked at madoka weird + she's cold hearted + tried to kill the little animal grr i hate homura but here. i feel like her rivalry with homura has depth. like. Sayaka KNOWS what's going on in mitakihara and is there almost instigating homura in a way and just having so much fun and it's just. aghhh and yhen when it finally gets to the part when Sayaka and homura fight im. the way she comes to terms with herself enough to actually USE Octavia to get homura to realize hey you're a witch without actually sayign it and then it leads up to all of it just. and then when she hold on i have to rewatch it really quick.

 OKAY OKAY SO THE LINE "lemme guess you thought that because she (bebe) used to be a witch she's still that way, jump to conclusions much?" THIS BC . SHE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING FROM THE MAIN TIMELINE . not only does she remember mami dying, homuras initial appearance etc etc but she remembers her spiral into despair and herself becoming a witch. she KNEW she was a witch like. AGH . then that line is soooooo important bc not only does it disprove homuras theory that bebe is a witch and the cause of the strangeness in mitakihara but its also a commentary on herself like. SHE KNOWS SHES A WITCH and like. SHE CHANGED. HER DEMEANOR CHANGED SHES NOT THE SAME SAYAKA SHE WAS IN THE MAIN TIMELINE!!!!!  THEN when she's explaining to homura the reasoning about why bebe isnt the witch who made the labyrinth they're currently stuck in + homura tries to pause time bc she knows what sayakas starting to say she's realizing whats happening . Sayaka had no reason to reset any timeline, it was all homura that was literally her motivation for the wish and homura KNOWS THSIM . it's like i said earlier she's simply nudging homura on to realizingbthat she in fact is the witch who created this whole mess. okay then anw she stops homura from pausing time so she can escape and Sayaka IMMEDIATELY stops it she knows homura soo well at this point it's. im. then the red herring of Mami . HOLY SHIT THIS OST TRACK IS GOOD HOLD ON. OKAY OKAY OKAY GO LISTEN TO PULLING MY OWN WEIGHT PMMM REBELLION OST . anyway back to our regularly scheduled programming :) so the red herring of Mami possibly being the witch agh, Sayaka knows what she's doing smirks. THEN THENTVHENE T when Sayakas like yeah no this world isn't too bad isn't that right and homuras like. are . you siding with a witch it's . agh like. the development Sayaka has in this scene is so crazy like. main series Sayaka could never she she had so much development and change through out this part and it's just so crazy to me . thennnn it gets to the point where homura realizes Sayaka shouldn't know about the witches based off her conversations around her and she's like hmmm wait there aren't witches …… then . the shared memory of madoka the big moments it's like, something, everything is wrong but part 2 slowly everything is coming together then the "I'm the same old Sayaka I've always been, transfer student *shaft head tilt*" THEN THE PAUSE TO REVEAL OCTAVIA AFTER SAYAKAS ALL DRAMATIC AND STUFF AGH. like. she knows what she did she knows what she just told homura, bebes not the witch, im not the witch, who else would benefit from a world like this . a world in which Madoka is alive .then at the end when she says "do you really want to destroy this version of mitakihara city? think hard about this decision, just so you don't regret it later." this is like. not even related to Sayaka in this scene but just the foreshadowing here in this scene is soooo crazy like. homura literally destroys that version of mitakihara and then she regrets it . she regrets her creation of it in the first place and like . AGH 

[4stars-uswnt]

Home Is Wherever I’m With You [Christen Press x Reader]

requested by anon: Hey, there just want to drop of this prompt in case you feel like writing it. Reader got home after a few months being away from CP because of the quarantine, maybe a moment of CP confronting R that she’s jealous of R’s teammate that got to lockdown together. Thanks.

A/N: after a week break (for the election and other stresses of life) (and technically i haven’t written in like three weeks bc of life and school), we’re BACK! hope y’all like this one :) and as always, feedback is more than welcome!! anyways, back to your regularly scheduled programming... 

“Hey, baby, I’m home,” you call out, as you enter the LA apartment you shared with your girlfriend, closing the door behind you, “fucking finally.” You mumble under your breath, as you drop your bags onto the floor.

“(Y/N)!” Christen runs from the bedroom upon hearing your voice, but before she can crash into you for a long-awaited hug, you put up your hands to stop her.

“Woah, Chris,” you almost falter at the sight of her pout, “I just got off a plane and came from the airport. I need to shower and get all these yucky germs off me.” You smell your shirt and make a face to exaggerate your point.

“But I missed you.” Christen pouts, and you give her a sympathetic smile.

“I missed you too, babe, but I just wanna be extra safe. Can’t have you getting sick or anything like that.” You wink, as you make your way to the bathroom. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Blowing her a kiss, you disappear down the hallway.

Christen sinks down into the couch, letting out a frustrated groan. If the forward was being honest with herself, she more than missed you; she was jealous. Although she knew that you loved her and only her and the two of you had been dating for almost two years, Christen couldn’t help the green-eyed monster from taking over when she constantly saw you on Sofia Huerta’s instagram.

The past two months, you had to quarantine in Seattle and stay in your apartment that you shared with Sofia during the season, while waiting for COVID to settle down enough for you to travel. During that time, you and Sofia spent a lot of time together, doing anything to keep you entertained.

Unfortunately for you, Sofia had often posted on her Instagram story photos and videos of your activities, whether it be a movie night or a bike around Discovery Park, leading to a very annoyed Christen Press.

It wasn’t that Christen was jealous in the sense that she thought there was something going on between you and the midfielder, more so that she was jealous that it was Sofia that got to spend time doing all that fun stuff with you rather than her.

Too caught up in her thoughts, Christen didn’t notice you plop down next to her. “You there?”

“Hmm,” she turns to face you, “yeah, yeah, just got lost in thought.”

“Well, now that I’m all clean,” you smirk, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively, as you move to straddle your girlfriend, “I thought we could make up for some lost time.”

“I like the sound of that.” Christen leans in closer to connect your lips.

—————

The next morning, after a long uneventful night, you woke up in your own bed next to your girlfriend for the first time in months. Turning over, you smile and admire the sleeping woman next to you. Wanting to do something somewhat romantic, you silently slip out of bed, careful not to wake your girlfriend, and head to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

As you were fixing up some coffee and healthy yogurt, oats, and chia seeds (or whatever healthy stuff your girlfriend puts in her breakfast), Christen was groggily waking up. Rolling over, she reaches out to the other side of the bed, expecting to find your warm body, only to be disappointed with cold sheets. Christen rubs her eyes and sits up, but before she could call out to you, you enter the bedroom, carrying a tray with two bowls and a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You smile, leaning down to give your girlfriend a peck. “Brought you some breakfast in bed.”

“Thanks, babe.” Christen’s heart melted, as she looks to see what you made. “Aw, and you even made my favorite.”

“Yup.” You playfully boast and wink. “Your favorite for my favorite.”

Your girlfriend can’t help but giggle at your cheesiness. “Well, thank you. I appreciate it, love.”

Right as you go to take a bite, Christen grabs your wrist. “Wait.”

“Whatttttt?” You whine like a child.

“Lemme take a photo.” She explains gently, ignoring your antics.

You roll your eyes, as she takes a photo of your bowls and posts it to her Instagram story:

The two of you spend the rest of the morning in bed, eating breakfast, giggling, catching up, and just enjoying each other’s much missed presence.

—————

Later that afternoon, as the two of you were doing your separate tasks, Christen preoccupied with re-inc and you with your article for the tribune, you finish typing your thought and shut your laptop. You get up from the sofa and approach your girlfriend, who’s sitting at the kitchen counter, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder.

“You almost done?”

“Almost.” Christen hums, smiling slightly, as you kiss her shoulder and then her neck, making your way up to her cheek.

“I’m bored.”

Christen finishes writing her email and then turns around to face you. “Well, what do you wanna do?”

“You’re done?” You ask, feeling slightly guilty from pulling her away from her work, knowing she had more to do.

“I can be, if you offer up a better alternative.” Christen teases.

“Oh, I definitely have something better to offer.” You smirk and bring her in for a deep kiss. You immediately swipe your tongue on her bottom lip, asking for an entrance, which the green-eyed woman grants. Your mouths move in a perfect harmony, like a well-rehearsed dance. As you kiss down her throat, Christen lets out a sigh.

“Yeah,” she breaths, “this is definitely better.”

“Yeah?” You mumble into her neck.

“Mhmm.”

“Well then,” you pull your head out of the crook of her neck, “you’re just gonna have to wait till later because I found this Bob Ross tutorial that we’re gonna do.” You exclaim giddily, and you give Christen’s nose a quick kiss.

“Really, (Y/N)?” She calls out after you, as you go to get the supplies, slightly riled up. But when you come back, balancing canvases in one hand and paints and brushes in the other, Christen completely forgets about her frustration, as she sees your enthusiastic smile.

“C’mon, Chris.” You nod your head for her to follow you into the dining area. “And bring some wine too!”

Christen laughs, shaking her head, but grabs a bottle of rosé and two glasses.

“So what scene are we painting?”

“‘Island in the Wilderness.’” You scroll through YouTube until clicking on the video.

“Sounds hard.” Christen states hesitantly, as she pours some wine for the both of you.

“Eh, it probably is, but that’s the fun of it.” You shrug, thanking her, as she hands you your glass.

“Whatever you say, babe.”

While you’re setting up the canvases on easels and open up the necessary paints, Christen quickly pulls out her phone to take a picture of the set up, once again adding it to her story:

“Ready?” You turn to your girlfriend, about to start the video. Christen nods and picks up one of the brushes.

About 10 minutes into the tutorial, you lean back into your chair, frustrated by the difficulty of the painting.

“Ugh! This is so hard.” You set your brush down, replacing it with your glass of wine. “How does Bob make it look so easy? Mine looks nothing like his, or even yours.” Pouting, you gesture to Christen’s piece, which unfairly looks quite similar to the video’s.

Your girlfriend just chuckles at you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, hoping to placate you. “(Y/N/N), yours is looking great.”

“You have to say that. You’re my girlfriend.” You huff jokingly.

Christen ignores you and continues to watch Bob paint some trees just by flicking his brush back and forth.

Having given up on your own painting, you sit back and watch your girlfriend gracefully paint. You soon become bored, Bob Ross’s soothing voice almost putting you to sleep, so you grab one of your brushes. Reaching out, you poke Christen’s cheek, dotting blue paint across the side of her face.

Her jaw drops, and she turns to face you, as you have to stifle your laughter.

“You did not just do that.” She glares at you, readying her own brush, and before you know it, you have a stripe of green paint down your nose.

You raise your eyebrows at your girlfriend and then narrow your eyes. “Oh, it is so on.” You reach out in front of you and dip your hands in paint, and you see Christen out of the corner of your eye doing the same.

Before she could prepare herself, you’re smearing paint up and down her arms.

“Hey!” Christen shouts. “That’s not fair. I wasn’t ready.”

“All is fair in love and war.” You cheekily smirk.

“Alright, if you wanna play that way…” Christen trails off, as she cups your cheeks with her painted hands, squishing them together, effectively rubbing paint all over your face. “There you go, love.”

“That’s it. You are so getting it.” You wipe your mouth, where some paint had gotten.

Christen squeals and goes to run away, causing you to chase after her. Catching up to her, which is no easy task, fortunately for you, the forward had been wearing socks, you wrap your arms around her waist and pick her up. You nuzzle your nose in the crook of her neck, effectively spreading the paint.

“(Y/N), my clothes!” Your girlfriend exclaims in between laughs.

“It’ll wash out. And if not, I’m pretty sure you have like at least ten other shirts just like that.” You set the other woman back down on the floor, and she turns to wrap her arms around your neck.

“I love you, (Y/N).” She says with a giant grin on her face.

“I love you too, Christen.” You rubs your nose against hers, snorting when you see paint end up on her nose. “You’re more beautiful than any art piece.”

Christen giggles and brings you in for a sweet kiss. Pulling away, she backs away from you, slowly turning around to head to down the hallway.

“I think I could use a shower now.” Christen reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Looking over her shoulder, she throws you a wink, as she unclips her bra. “You coming?”

Your eyes widen at the sight of the smooth skin of your girlfriend’s back. Shaking your head, you knock yourself out of your stupor and eagerly follow Christen into the bathroom, almost tripping on your own two feet.

—————

About twenty minutes later, the two of you are clean, having gotten rid of nearly all the paint off your bodies. As you’re going to get dressed, you notice Christen changing into a pair of sweat shorts.

“Babe, you might wanna change into something a little warmer.”

“What? Why?” Christen furrows her eyebrows, tilting her head in confusion. “What’s wrong with my shorts?”

“You mean besides the fact that they’re mine?” You tease, earning a blush from your girlfriend. “We’re going out.” You tell her succinctly.

“What? Where?”

“It’s a surprise.” You pull on a pair of loose jeans and slip on a warm sweater.

“Well, will you at least tell me what to wear?” Christen prods.

“Wear some layers. It might get cold.” You give her a quick kiss before heading into the kitchen to prepare your surprise, leaving your girlfriend absolutely clueless and struggling to pick out some clothes.

While Christen was fussing over her outfit, you quickly put together some fruit, and some cheese and crackers into a picnic basket, along with the bottle of rosé, two glasses, and a blanket. Scanning the apartment, you quickly thought of what else you needed. You snatch two of the pillows from the couch and stuff them in another bag.

'What else? Is that everything?’ You think to yourself. ‘Flowers, definitely need some flowers!’

You grab the basket and the bag with the pillows and head to the front door. “Chris, I’m gonna go pick up the mail!” While that was only partly true, as the mail had definitely been sitting in your box all day, you were also gonna go put these bags in your car and pick some flowers on the way out.

“Okay, thanks, babe!” She yells back from the bedroom. With that, you kick the door shut behind you and head down to the garage.

After having picking some flowers from the shared garden at the front of your apartment building, putting everything in the trunk, and grabbing the mail, you reenter your apartment.

“What took so long?” Christen asks with no malice in her voice.

You look up from the mail, and your breath hitches. Your girlfriend was wearing a simple outfit, a pair of light-washed jeans and a sherpa quarter zip, and her curly hair was in a half-up-half-down bun. While it may be simple, her beauty never failed to take your breath away.

“(Y/N)?” She pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry,” you shake your head, “I ran into Jerry, and he wanted to know, and I quote, ‘where the hell’ I’ve been.”

Christen chuckles. “Of course he did.”

Jerry was the doorman and was very excited when he found at that Christen Press and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) would be living in the building, as he was a huge fan of women’s soccer.

“So, you ready?” You reach out to take your girlfriend’s hand.

“Yup.” She squeezes your hand. “You still not gonna tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.” You quip. “You’ll just have to be patient, my love.”

“Fine.” Christen pouts, and you kiss her cheek, wiping the frown off her face.

—————

It was about a fifteen minute drive to the beach from your apartment, and when Christen recognized the familiar route, she piped up.

“We’re going to the beach?”

“Mhmm.” You hum. “You’re too smart for your own good, Press.”

“That’s what happens when you go to Stanford.” Christen teases, knowing your distain towards the school, you yourself having gone to Cal.

“Whatever.” You mumble under your breath, earning a small giggle from the other woman.

You park the car and race around to open Christen’s door for her. “M’lady.” You say with a fake posh British accent, as you hold your hand out for her to take.

“Why thank you.” She blushes, responding with her own accent.

As you open the trunk and pull out the things for your picnic, Christen’s eyes soften and feels her whole body flush with a warmth she could only describe as love.

“(Y/N/N),” she gasps, “what is all of this for?”

Closing the trunk, you give her a goofy grin. “What? I have to have a reason to spoil my girlfriend and take her on a romantic picnic on the beach?”

“I mean— no.” Christen’s cheeks tint pink.

“That’s what I thought.” You throw her a wink. “Now, c’mon, this food won’t eat itself!”

The two of you make your way down onto the beach, finding the perfect spot where there weren’t very many people. After you finish setting up the blanket and pillows and unpack the picnic basket, Christen snaps a photo of the serene setting, as the sun is almost setting.

“Chris, come join me!” You wave over your girlfriend, who notices that you’re now sitting on the blanket, snacking on some grapes.

The forward slips off her shoes and takes a seat next to you, sinking her toes in the sand.

“This is amazing, (Y/N).” Christen intertwines your fingers and kisses the back of your hand. “Thank you for this, and this entire day really. I don’t know what I did to deserve it.”

“Just being you, Chris. You deserve the world.” You smile softly. “Annnddd, I figured since we’ve been apart for so long, this was the least I could do.”

“Well, thank you, again.”

You lean in to give her a sweet kiss. “Anytime, babe.” And Christen could tell by your voice, and just from knowing you, that you truly did mean any time, that you would do anything for her because she would do anything for you.

Watching the sunset, the two of you snack on the food and sip on the wine you’d brought, conversing about plans for the holidays and the upcoming Olympics.

At the break of your conversations, as you sit in silence, watching the waves crash and the last rays of sun reflect across the water, you feel your phone buzz. Checking the screen, you see it’s a text from Megan, and you chuckle in amusement but also in confusion.

“Chris, do you know why Pinoe texted me saying: ‘Thanks for making me look bad with all your romantic gestures. Now Sue is badgering me, asking why I never do stuff like that for her.’?”

“Um, I have no idea.” Christen looks down, suddenly finding the sand incredibly interesting.

“Hmm, okay.” You eye your girlfriend suspiciously, as you text your teammate back, asking her what she’s talking about. Seconds later, you get a response telling you to check Christen’s Instagram story. Opening the app, you click on your girlfriend’s posts and notice she’s documented the activities throughout your day, from breakfast in bed to painting Bob Ross to your romantic picnic.

Looking up from your phone, you turn to Christen and see she’s still fiddling with the grains of sand.

“Chris?” You gently coax. “Is this what Pinoe was talking about?”

She nods, feeling embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no,” you grab her hands, guiding her to look at you, “I’m not mad at you, baby, not at all.”

You weren’t angry or upset with her for posting those pictures, as your relationship wasn’t a secret to anybody, but you knew this wasn’t like Christen at all. You knew your girlfriend was a very private person, not one to post or flaunt your relationship on social media, and you respected her decisions and boundaries, being a somewhat conserved person as well.

“I’m just surprised, that’s all.” You continue, gently brushing a loose hair out of her face. “What brought this on?”

Christen murmurs something under her breath.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t quite catch that.”

She takes a deep breath and repeats herself. “I wanted to show everyone that you’re mine. I know it’s stupid, but I was a jealous of Sofia and how you two got to spend so much time together. And I know that you would never ever cheat on me, I know that, (Y/N), but it just sucked that I couldn’t be with you for the past two months, so I just wanted to show people that—“

You bring your girlfriend’s face closer to yours and kiss her, cutting off her rambling. Leaning your forehead against hers, you look deeply into her eyes.

“I love you, Christen. And being away from you for these past two months absolutely sucked because you’re my home, Chris, as cheesy as that sounds it’s true. I’m sorry if I did anything to make you feel like I was ignoring you by spending time with Sofia. I love you and only you.”

Christen shakes her head. “No, (Y/N), you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I was just frustrated by this whole pandemic and not being able to spend time with you.”

“Me too, Chris, me too.” You pepper her face with kisses, causing her to throw her head back giggling.

“And I’m sorry if me posting stuff from our day made you uncomfortable.” Christen apologizes sincerely, before nudging you with a slight smirk on her face. “I just wanted to show off my amazing romantic girlfriend to the world.”

You let out a hearty laugh. “I don’t mind being shown off, babe, not at all.”

“Good, because I plan on doing it for a long time. You’re stuck with me.” She sticks out her tongue at you, earning a fond smile.

“Lucky me.”

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Thanks / Announcement / Blog Rambles

Happy November y'all!

Just a quick thing to say thank you to everyone who signed up to support me on my website this month ❤️October was the most subscribers I've gained in a single month, and I'm so so grateful to everyone else who took the time to like / reblog / comment on my Kinktober fics (as well as the regularly scheduled programming). You guys rocked my socks off.

So, until I locate said socks and get them back on my feet, I need to take a little rest. October was a month, lemme tell you. There won't be any new stories posting this week on Tumblr or my Website while I take a bit of a break and let myself catch up. The next chapter of Runaway will go up on November 9th 💛(So if you've been looking for a moment to catch up – now's your chance!).

See ya next week!

Mads xx

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I??Love??Your writing???Like How- Ok lemme fangirl later, Can i request a scenario with hanako x reader where they are caught smooching? owo

pairing: hanako x reader

words: 926

uwu thank you thank you!! it’s entirely the lack of impulse control!

The air was still.

Painfully still.

The various bottles of cleaning supplies around them didn’t dare interrupt the frozen moment in time, too afraid of what might happen if they did.

The mops and brooms next to them clattered no more.

The dim light above didn’t even dare flicker.

And on top of it all, (Y/n)’s face felt like it might genuinely just melt off into the floor in a molten puddle.

For a moment, let’s just backtrack a little.

Just moments ago, their arms had been wrapped around their boyfriend’s neck, their lips locked together heatedly, working magic when his hands had crept under their thighs.

Instantly, trusting Hanako with no hesitation, they wrapped their legs around his waist, kissing him harder than before.

In the process, however, they guess maybe their shoe had rattled something or maybe they knocked a bottle over with the movement, because half a second later, their figures were engulfed in the light pouring out from the suddenly very open closet door.

“Oh,” was all their wonderful boyfriend had to say, yet, not bothering to loosen his grip on their legs so they could use them to stand instead of clinging to him in horror, “Yashiro. Is it cleaning time already?”

Really?! 

Despite all the lack of movement, there was one thing in the closet that was not bound to this rule.

Their heart, beating wildly in their chest, wanting to break out through their ribcage and hit the road, much like they did.

“Y-Yeah... I- uh. Yeah. Bathroom time. Uhuh.”

(Y/n) winces at Yashiro’s very high pitched tone, and glances over at their friend.

She was as red as a tomato, looking almost like she might faint on the spot.

(Y/n) would have to make it up to her-

That is if Hanako’s hands would allow it and themself down!

“What a shame!” Finally, finally, did he gently place them back onto their own feet, not even batting an eye at their incredibly flustered state as he turned away from them in the storage closet, “I was just getting to the good part too.”

(Y/n) could only bury their face in their hands. So many regrets. So many mistakes.

This was by far the most embarrassing one.

Geez. How had this even happened?

Making out with a school mystery in a random closet.

How did he even get them in here?

Then again, when he smirked at them as he did after kissing them silly, they were always reduced to silly putty in his hands, it probably wasn’t that hard at all to usher them in here.

They needed to somehow set up some mental ground rules for kissing Hanako.

Starting with a brand new one, the first rule of a no doubt thrilling- very long- series!

NO closet make outs.

Never again!

“Ah, there! That’s probably it!”

They hastily peer through their fingers at Hanako declaration, only to watch as he turns around with a bucket filled with cleaning stuff.

Their brows draw as he holds it out.

Why didn’t he just let Yashiro get what she needed herself...?

“I-I need a mop, too, Hanako...”

“Right, right,” glinting golden eyes suddenly found them in their corner.

He came right up to them- wow, a whole step- and pressed his hand to the wall next to them, a giddy grin tracing the lips they had been over to the moon to kiss just minutes ago.

He leaned in close, making their heart shriek.

“Excuse me, (N/n),” he suddenly slides a hand last them, making them jolt a little in surprise, only to turn and watch as he slides a mop out from behind them.

Ah.

That would explain why their comfortable corner hadn’t been living up to its name.

“Will that be it, Yashiro?”

Their eyes flutter to the poor girl.

She looks like she’s going through the five stages of grief all at once, horror being the main factor in her owlish eyes.

“Uhm. Y-Yes? I think so,” Yashiro then quickly adds, “I hope so.”

Hanako flashes the girl a smirk, finding a place in the doorway, “Good.”

He then waves at her, “I’ve got some errands to run first, but we’ll meet you in there in a bit, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah! Okay!” She squeaks, hastily backing away.

Errands...?

He expected them to go do errands now? When they felt like they might just kick another bucket and die this time?!

They watched longingly as Yashiro made herself scarce, hurrying off as quick as her lovable legs would take her.

Before their eyes found Hanako’s.

They blinked, thoughts no longer connecting as they watched him slowly, pointedly pull the closet door shut again.

“Wait, what?” The words leap off their lips, “No, no, no-“

“Yes, yes, yes,” he mocks them playfully, “I’m not finished with you!”

“Hah?! No way! I don’t even want to look at you after that!” They hastily jerk their arms up to bury their face in them.

“Just consider it a short intermission, that’s all!” Their eyes shoot right back open when his hand brushes their hip, “And now back to the regularly scheduled program!”

“No! There’s nothing regular or scheduled about this! Hanako, if you don’t-“

But his lips were on theirs again, taking their common sense and chunking it out the closet door.

The quiet click of the lock on the door met was distant as they delightedly tangled their fingers in his soft messy black locks, once again gone as could be under his gentle grip.

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amanda, do you have any advice for someone who's just moved out for college? i moved out 2 weeks ago (i was supposed to move in the fall when school started but covid) & idk i feel so?? lonely? or sad, i guess? i'm a freshman & i was super excited leading up to it, but i got here & i'm in an apartment with 5 strangers & i'm overwhelmed with how many adulting things i need to do, like groceries & laundry & cooking. i always thought i was pretty independent at home & i've also been away for 1/?

summer programs or events for a week, 2 months, etc. so it's not like i've never been away from home before & don't know how to cook or do laundry or stuff like that. idk. i don't get why i feel like this & so overwhelmed (also, i think now i get why most freshman move into the dorms instead of going straight to an apartment haha). my roommates seem nice too, i just don't know them that well yet. i feel kind of silly & pathetic & baby-ish about this since i know i'm so lucky to be able 2/?

to move out, but mostly i just miss home & wanna go back to my parents & siblings & cats, especially since i don't have any friends here yet & can't meet any cause of covid. i'm 18 but i feel so much younger & it's kind of hard to believe that i'm 18?? like ahhhh i'm an adult??? when did that happen?? anyway, i'm sure it'll get better (or at least i'm telling myself it will), but idk what to do in the meantime. any advice?

Hey, kiddo!!

First of all, congrats on moving out -- I’m really proud of you for taking the next right step toward your future. You’re doing great <3

Second, don’t you dare think this is something you’re alone in experiencing; although it can feel incredibly isolating and terrifying, I promise that everyone has felt this way the first time they moved out of their parent’s/guardian’s home. I sure as hell did, and I was 20 with a college degree!!! There’s no shame in it, and I’m proud of you for being able to verbalize your struggles and reach out for help.

These are a few things that helped me when I was living on my own for the first time -- if I had known all this going in, rather than learning as I went, I would’ve had a much better time of it, so I hope these help <3 But if you have any questions or thoughts, my DMs are seriously always open to you, on- or off-anon. You deserve help and support and I’m honored to be trusted <3

Get yourself on a routine. Tbh, half of the reason why things feel daunting (at least in my experience) is that they feel nebulous. To combat that vis a vis household tasks like cooking, cleaning and laundry, I’d recommend setting up a weekly or monthly schedule. Look at your class schedule and any other commitments and figure out which weekday is best for you to do laundry, which nights you could meal-prep for the days ahead, and which weeks you’ll be cleaning your areas of the apartment. Jotting those down or putting some notifications in your phone calendar will help you a) remember to do those things and b) rest in the knowledge that you’ve given yourself some structure. If you feel you’ll struggle with actually doing those things, ask a roommate to be your accountability partner! They live with you, so they likely have a vested interest in you doing those things, and will certainly be happy to help out!

Give yourself something to look forward to. Missing your family is so hard, so plan when your next trip home will be. Plan a movie night or another activity with your roommates (in my opinion, PowerPoint Night is an absolute winner -- y’all can take turns presenting about literally any topic you want and it’s a great way to get to know people and what they’re passionate about (or passionately against).) 

Get a tiiiiny bit social. It’s really hard with COVID, and I know it’s also anxiety-inducing to be The New Kid, but even something as simple as attending a Zoom event hosted by a campus organization can give you a little bit of social engagement -- if nothing else, you’re hearing voices outside of your own and your roommates’! There are also a lot of Discord servers out there for video game friends, students, fandom folks, pretty much anything; the platform offers a streaming function, which many people take advantage of and can be a great way to engage with other people around something you both love. Having that little bit of enrichment is really helpful and goes a long way in making you feel less isolated.

Do something with your hands. Find a tactile sort of hobby - drawing, painting, bullet journaling, digital art, collaging, etc. - and do it regularly. I bullet journal, make stickers, and collage the New York Times Sunday paper once a week. Doing something with your hands regularly is a good way to get your creative juices going and help the time go by, and it often is therapeutic as well.

Exercise regularly. I can’t tell you how helpful it is to get moving. It seriously is good for your mind and body, and you’ll feel motivated to do other things once you work out. I didn’t exercise for the first three months I lived alone and lemme tell you, when I started again, there was a marked difference in my mental health. Go for regular walks around the neighborhood, or if there’s space in your apartment to do some simple bodyweight workouts, the Nike Training app has great free guided workouts under 20 minutes. There are also workout videos free on YouTube, everything from strength training to cardio set to popular Tik Tok songs. I like to exercise about 30-45 minutes a day but YMMV

Treat yourself. I ran myself hard and ragged when I lived alone because I didn’t have anyone to encourage me to do otherwise. Even though you have roommates, it can still be easy to feel like you’re just ships passing in the night and that the accountability they provide extends to chores or other space-sharing ventures. So hold yourself accountable for doing one kind thing for yourself every day. Eat a piece of chocolate. Splurge on a coffee once a month. Buy a book you want to read. Do little things to treat yourself because you can, judgement-free! You’re your own boss now!

I hope these help a little bit!!! It can be really overwhelming and scary to be where you are but I promise, you are farther along than you think you are, simply because you can recognize and articulate these feelings and are reaching out for help. I’m proud of you and sending you all my love -- if you need anything, you got it. I’m here for you <3

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Sunshine and Storm Clouds: Chapter 4

Chapter 1  Chapter 1.5  Chapter 2  Chapter 3

Yes, this is the story that originally spawned from drabble prompts, and lemme tell y’all I have some fun stuff planned. Enjoy!

Warnings: Exactly one curse, alcohol mention. Let me know if I need to add anything.

Also before I begin this chapter I just want to send a huge shoutout to @just-perhaps for being such a freaking amazing friend! Like guys he was so patient with me, and just let me bounce chapter ideas off of him and helped me come up with a lot of this stuff that you’re reading now--because I have such a disastrous brain I have trouble with that kind of thing a lot, and thanks to him I’ve been able to sort a lot of these ideas out so that you can enjoy them. So if you like what you see--thank him too! He’s awesome!

That is all. Back to your regularly scheduled programming.

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Roman tried not to look tense as he followed Logan and Virgil into the kitchen; sure he was excited for a free meal but Virgil's presence especially put him on edge. He was pretty sure that the purple-and-black clad father hated him, and the almost robotic demeanor of the other one didn't help with that much.

"Can you take Patton and sit down with him while Virgil and I get dinner?" Mr. Sanders held the child out to him and Roman nodded, taking Patton into his arms.

"Ready to eat?" He asked the little boy with a grin. He felt better just holding Patton--the little boy's very presence seemed to make the world feel a little better; a little brighter. I guess I can understand why Virgil's so protective of him, he thought.

"He seems to like you," the other Mr. Sanders nodded to him with something that might have been approval.

"Thank you, Mr--"

"Virgil."

"Mr. Virgil?" The one in the patch jacket groaned, turning to his husband.

"I'm not professional enough for all that garbage," he shook his head and waved one hand vaguely in the air. "Just call me Virgil."

"Yes sir."

"Virgil."

"Right." Roman was blinking as he carried Patton into the dining room and away from that awkward conversation. He busied himself settling the little boy down to his chair; before he sat down next to him and turned to watch Mr. Sanders and Virgil as they worked together on the burgers.

"There's three of us, Logan," Virgil reminded his husband when the blue-tied father only got four hamburger buns from the pantry. Mr. Sanders nodded, quickly correcting his mistake and throwing the buns into the toaster while Virgil got out pans to cook the burgers. 

"What kind of stuff do you like on your burger?" Logan asked Roman, heading over to the fridge to get out condiments. 

"You guys have teriyaki sauce?"

"Yes." Logan pulled out a small bottle of it, following that with mayo, ketchup, relish, and cheese.

Plates and utensils were brought out and arranged, and Virgil helped Mr. Sanders arrange them on plates. Mr. Sanders sniffed at the air when they'd finished, then frowned.

"Virgil, your burgers are burning." Logan's husband spun around when he heard that, eyes wide.

"Shit!" Virgil dashed back into the kitchen and Logan watched him go, a half-smile on his face as he shook his head. 

"Maybe one day we'll make these correctly, eh Patton?" He looked down at his son, suddenly seemed to realize Roman was there, and his cheeks turned red as he looked away.

Roman didn't say anything, but he was more intrigued than anything by the two fathers' almost clumsy attempt to make dinner for him. He felt almost...honored. People rarely shared themselves with others so easily, especially when they weren't "perfect" at whatever it was. Seeing these two was almost...refreshing, in a way, a good break from too-perfect Hallmark families and idiocy painted over with smiling faces.

Virgil and Logan seemed to exist in their own dimensions, yet acted as anchors for each other in the real world. It was such an odd relationship Roman couldn't quite figure out how it worked, but he didn't doubt it either--the adoration in the teacher's usually stony expression when he looked at Virgil, the way Virgil's eyes softened whenever they saw Mr. Sanders. That's love, he thought to himself. That…that's real love.

Virgil came back into the room with a plate of steaming burger patties (which were hardly burned at all, Roman couldn't help but note), and the two arranged everything on the table before sitting down next to each other. 

"We have enough for each of us to get two, but we can make more if you'd like," Logan stated, and everyone dug in. Virgil tried to ignore his food and feed Patton instead, but one look from Logan and he begrudgingly began to eat while he fed the child instead.

Roman forced himself to eat slowly, taking small bites from his burger and ignoring the ravenous hunger that burned in his stomach. The burgers were delicious, and as they ate Mr. Sanders questioned him about...well, the list of things he didn't ask about might've been shorter. Roman kept his answers short, hoping he'd stop, but Logan just kept talking. He hadn't realized that the teacher could say so much.

"What school do you go to?"

"Rachedale Highschool."

"And you're in what grade?"

"I'm a junior."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"No, it's just me at home."

"Have you read any good books lately?"

"...I don't read much, sir. I don't have time."

"Do you have a favorite subject in school?"

"I like History, I guess."

Logan opened his mouth to ask another question, but before he could Virgil bumped him with his knee under the table. Roman could tell he was trying to be subtle, but he tended to notice things a lot of other people didn't, this included. Logan glanced at Virgil and shut his mouth, then looked back at Roman.

"I apologize, Roman. Am I talking to much?"

"No sir," Roman lied. "I don't mind." The teacher narrowed his eyes.

"Roman, I want you to be honest with me. If something is bothering you, or if I am making you uncomfortable, please say something. I don't want to distress you."

Roman blinked several times, surprised. Since when did adults care about what him, a teenager, had to say? But Logan looked so serious, and Virgil was nodding.

Maybe he doesn't hate me. Man, these two are weird...but cool. I like them.

"Um...I guess yeah, then? I don't really like being, um, questioned like that." He ducked his head after saying that. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize, Roman," Mr. Sanders answered quickly. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll avoid it. Alright? But you have to tell me."

"Y-Yes, sir."

Logan nodded. "Is there anything you wish to talk about instead?"

Roman actually grinned that time. He hadn't really expected to enjoy the meal, but this was actually turning out to be quite interesting.

"So, earlier Patton and I…"

The three talked about the little boy in blue for a while, sharing a few stories and laughing at Patton's antics over burgers and fries (Virgil claimed that they too had burned, but really they were fine). Roman finished his burger first, and while his stomach still roared with hunger, he didn't touch the second one once he'd fixed it. 

"Ah…Mr. Sanders?"

"Yes?" Logan looked up at him, one eyebrow raised.

"Can I get a plastic bag to put this in? I'm not hungry...I was wondering if I could take this home and eat it later?"

Logan looked at Roman, adjusted his glasses, and shook his head.

"Falsehood," he stated calmly. Then, before Roman could protest, Virgil spoke up.

"Eat at much as you need, kid. I'll make more and you can take that home with you. Deal?"

Roman looked at the purple-and-black father in surprise, and when their eyes met he almost wished he hadn't looked up at all. There was an understanding in Virgil's eyes that was a lot more knowing; a lot more unsettling than he would've liked. How does he...

"Deal," Roman answered, trying to keep his voice from trembling. Virgil nodded and disappeared into the kitchen, coming back sometime later with more hot burger patties. He also had a few bags of chips, an apple, and juice, which he'd arranged in a plastic bag.

"Take it all," he told Roman, setting it down in front of him. Roman didn't argue, finishing off his second burger and packing up the rest.

"Thank you so much," he told Mr. Sanders and Virgil earnestly. "I'd love to stay for longer, but I probably should get back. I don't want my mom to worry." Oh whatever, she probably wouldn't notice if you never came back, the voice at the back of his head snickered. Shut up, Roman thought back at it. He wished that the voice wasn't right, desperately trying to block it out with something here and now.

"Thank you for taking care of Patton," Mr. Sanders said with a nod. "Will you be willing to return should we need help with him again?"

"Yes sir!" Roman forced energy into his voice that he didn't know he had. "I'd be glad to help with Patton anytime!" Logan nodded.

"Until next time then, Roman." Roman waved to them and smiled at Patton as he opened the front door.

"I'll see you later!"

He shut the door behind him and started the walk home.

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About a half hour later, Roman pulled an old key from his pocket and slid it into the doorknob that belonged to a small dilapidated house. 

"Mom?" He called as he stepped inside. "I'm back."

"Oh, hey honey." The lilting voice came from the living room and Roman followed it, clutching the plastic bag in his hands. In front of the TV his mother was sprawled out on the couch, her clothing battered and dirty. Had she looked so bad that morning?

"Mom… Please tell me you didn't buy more of that stuff."

"Oh honey...I promised you, remember?"

"Mom, you're drunk." Roman let out a quiet sigh. "How are we going to pay rent this month if you keep spending everything on booze?"

"Oh relax honey, it'll be alright." Mrs. Emerson smiled at Roman, and he shuddered.

"I brought you dinner," he said, taking the plastic bag over to his mother. She took it and frowned at its contents.

"But, darling...I'm not hungry."

"Mom, please eat?" 

"Maybe later." Roman sighed; dropped it. There was no use chasing subjects when his mother was like this. Maybe he could heat it up later for her, or eat it for breakfast tomorrow.

"Did you get the job?" He asked instead. Of course not, idiot. She wouldn't be drunk if she had.

"No, I didn't…" his mother sighed. "But don't worry about it, hun. I'll get something eventually."

"Yeah," Roman nodded. "You'll get it." He hated how hollow the words sounded, even to him.

"You'll get it, Mom."

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Bet y'all thought I was dead but nah I came back just to spite everyone, lemme just delete my last post and we can get back to out absolutely not regularly scheduled programming

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sorry for the brief disappearance. yesterday i spent the day at pride for my city and today i went out with mom. ive also been a bit stressed recently. but hopefully we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled program tomorrow. In the meantime, I’d love to get some rps back up and going on here so lemme know if you’d be interested and ill get back to you hopefully after work tomorrow. night night