#my assessment on Friday went SO well

[becca-e-barnes]

Becca, do you have any more dbf!bucky masturbating thots to spare? Pls any crumbs will do🙏🏻❤️

This should technically belong to the ‘Shit he said’ series but this was far too fucking hot and it’s been bouncing around in my empty little head all week

Because the thought of mutual masturbation with dbf!bucky is where my head is at right now. Maybe you’re both a little apprehensive about taking things too fast so mutual masturbation seems like a safe place to start.

“Show me how to touch you.” He’s already got you out of your clothes, his lips are warm on your bare shoulder and dear God, this man is something else.

He’s so much more beautiful naked than he even realises. His skin is so warm against you, a few little grey hairs scattered throughout the darker ones in the centre of his chest and something in you wants to make sure he knows how much you appreciate just looking at him and being able to touch him.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart.” He urges softly, reminding you he’s still very much in the room with you. He isn’t just in your head now.

“Show me how pretty you look when you think of me and touch yourself.” Excitement builds in the pit of your stomach, your fingers slipping between your legs, trailing between your own soaked folds before your fingers start to rub your clit the way you usually would when he isn’t around.

It’s intense with him watching you, his eyes flitting between your face and where your hand is rubbing your messy cunt.

You’re so lost in the sensation of pleasure creeping up your spine that you hadn’t even noticed he’s touching himself now too. His cock is hard, throbbing in his hand while he fucks his fist, dribbling precum over his own fingers already.

“That’s it, good girl. You’re so pretty. For such a smart girl, you go so stupid when you’re horny. Just a pretty little fucktoy sometimes, aren’t you?” This man is filthy and the way his voice seems to have dropped an octave makes you wetter almost instantly. You want to be his fucktoy. You want, if only for an hour or two, to be bent over and mercilessly fucked. He’s got a beautiful way of balancing his respect for you with your mutual desire to explore some wholly disrespectful fantasies.

“Spread your legs, sweetie.” You do as you’re told, spreading your legs and allowing his fingers to trail from your clit to your entrance. “How does it feel to have my precum smeared over your cunt?” You hadn’t realised that’s what he was doing but even just the thought makes you whimper. “Don’t worry. I’ll lick it up for you after you cum for me.” His strokes on his cock are frantic, imagining how you’ll taste mingled with his own subtle precum but even just the promise has your fingers working yourself faster.

[voiceshearingyouloud]

Just had a truly wonderful sensory experience; I was cycling back from a calculus quiz in the cold rain and the pavement was shining and reflecting the orange street-lamps, and there were bright leaves on the ground and I was wearing my favourite raincoat with the hood up.

[surftrips]

Maybe you could do single dad jj maybank he’s in college and has to do a project with the reader and has to bring the baby with them and they bond and start to hang out a lot then they start to date also maybe she’s a single mom I feel like that would be like a unique thing

thank you so much for this request! i hope you don't mind that i switched it up a bit (and got carried away lol) but reader is the single mom here and her and jj have known each other their whole lives :)

when you know, you know

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: y/n needs a babysitter and jj is the only person available.

word count: 3.5k

"Okay, I understand. Thanks, anyway," you sighed, running your hands through your hair and hanging up the phone. Your babysitter had just canceled on you, and the timing could not have been worse. 

You had been planning this night for months. Between your classes, a part-time job, and taking care of your 2-year-old Margo, it was nearly impossible to schedule anything. But you desperately needed a night out and your friend Emma had so kindly offered to set you up on a blind date. 

You scrolled through your contacts list, looking for anyone that was sober on a Friday night, a seemingly impossible task. Glancing at the time, you realized that you only had an hour left to find a babysitter and get ready. 

As panic set in, you received a text from the P4L groupchat. 

JJ: Wtw tonight?

Not now JJ, you thought. 

Y/N: Trying to find a babysitter, mine just canceled :/

Kie: Oh no, Y/N!! I'm so sorry :(

Cleo: Sorry babes, I totally wouldd but I already lost count of how many drnks I've had 2nite xxx

JJ: Wait, you guys went out already?

Sarah: JJ, we told you it's a girls night.

JJ: In that case, Y/N, I'll watch Margo! 

Absolutely not, was your first thought. JJ Maybank was probably the last person you wanted to take care of your child, he was practically one himself. 

Besides, since you had Margo, he was always acting weird around you. Before, you two would hang out all the time, but now he only saw you if there was another person there as a buffer. He hardly visited or called, but you were so preoccupied with raising a baby on your own that you hadn't had a chance to talk to him about it. 

In the beginning, people assumed it was his baby you were pregnant with, but you never crossed that line because your friendship meant the world to each other. He was the first person you told when you found out you were going to be a mother, and you remember how excited he was for you. It was hard to believe how distant he had become, and you wondered why he had volunteered himself tonight. 

You assessed the situation: you hadn't gone out in nearly two years, and who knew when the next opportunity would be? You sighed, hardly believing the words you were about to type on your phone. 

Y/N: Ok. How soon can you be here? 

Y/N: You better be sober, JJ. 

You turned your phone off before the others could protest, knowing that half of them were drunk anyway. 

"Uncle JJ is going to come over and watch you tonight, okay? Mommy is going to be gone for just a few hours," you said to your daughter, picking her up and placing her in your eye line so you could do your makeup.

"Jay Jay?" she repeated. 

"Yes, honey," you smiled, trying to reassure her, or yourself. Out of all the pogues, Kiara and Sarah babysat Margo the most. She had probably only met JJ a handful of times and you worried about how well she would do with him alone. 

As if he could read your mind, your phone began ringing and you looked over to see his face on your screen.

"JJ, please don't tell me you're canceling too."

"What? Oh, no, it's not that. I was just wondering if you needed me to bring anything for Margo?" 

"Oh," you relaxed. "Hmmm, I think we have everything we need here. But thank you for asking, JJ."

"Of course," you could hear him smiling on the other line. "You know, thanks for letting me watch Margo. I've been meaning to visit her more." 

"JJ, you know you're weren't my first choice," you teased. "But yeah, of course. Thanks, I owe you." 

You hung up the phone, thoughts from earlier creeping back into your mind. You always assumed that the baby scared JJ away, but sometimes you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more going on. 

However, now was not the time for you to be thinking about this, considering that you now had 30 minutes left until your date showed up and you had yet to pick out a dress.

"Hmmmm, let's see. Any suggestions, Margo?" you asked your daughter, combing through your closet for something appropriate. You settled on a short black dress with a boat neck, and black knee high boots to go along with it. 

"What do we think, sweetie?" you smiled at Margo.

"Pretty!" she clapped her small hands together. 

"Why, thank you, baby. Come on, let's go see if Uncle JJ is here yet," you picked her up and checked your phone for any notifications. 

Blind Date: Be there in 5! :)

Crap, you thought. Where is JJ? 

You shot back a confirmation for your date and looked out the window for any sign of JJ. You weren't sure if he was biking over or he had borrowed the Twinkie, but there was no sign of anyone outside. 

Growing anxious, you gathered Margo's favorite toys and books into the living room and tidied up your apartment to pass the time. 

Exactly 5 minutes later, the doorbell rang. You smoothed down your dress and checked your hair in the mirror one last time. Putting on your best smile, you went to open the door. 

"Hi–" you started. "Oh, it's you." 

"Come on, that's what I get for dropping everything and saving your ass?" JJ responded. 

"Sorry, weren't you the one with no plans on a Friday?" 

"You know, I can just turn around right now-" 

"Stop!" you pleaded. "Okay, sorry, I've been anxious about this all day and I just want to get back to Margo as fast as I can." 

"Relax, Y/N. I'm here now," he took in your appearance. "You look great, by the way." 

The last time he saw you remotely dressed up like this was prom night. 

You couldn't help but blush, looking around for Margo to hide your face. "Margo, look who it is!" 

"Jay Jay!" she babbled. 

"Oh my god, she knows my name!" JJ replied, looking a little perplexed. 

"You know what, I'm surprised too considering she's only met you, like, four times," you said. 

"Alright, you're no fun," he looked at you as you traded your daughter over to his arms. "Miss Margo and I here are going to have the time of our lives. Aren't we?" 

He tickled her, causing her to giggle. She seemed so comfortable in his arms, you wondered why you were ever worried in the first place. 

"Thanks again for doing this, I know we haven't talked in a while-" you started. 

"So, where's the lucky guy?" he interrupted you. 

"Uhh," you looked over at the clock. "He said he would be here by now." 

"Late to the first date? That's a red flag, Y/N." 

"As if you're not a walking red flag, JJ. What did you get here on? Your bike?"

"Hey! I refurbished that bike all on my own! It takes a lot of skill to do that."

Just then, the doorbell rang. You rushed to open the door, a smile plastered on your face again. 

"Hey! You must be Emma's friend! I'm Tom." he greeted you with a hug and a bouquet of flowers. "I'm sorry for being late, I went to get these flowers for you and was distracted by the girl scouts selling cookies outside. I had to support them, you know?" 

"Oh, no worries! Yes, how can you say no to them?" you laughed softly. You took the flowers from him and went to place them on the table closest to you, beckoning him to come in.

"Tom, this is one of my friends, JJ. He's babysitting my daughter, Margo, while we're gone," you said.

"Ah! What a pleasure," Tom went over to shake JJ's hand and politely wave at your daughter. "I promise not to keep your mom out too late tonight." 

"That's right, need her back before midnight," JJ remarked.

You playfully pushed him in response, grabbing your keys. "Alright, you have my number so please call me if you need anything. Bye Margo, mommy loves you!" 

With that, you and Tom headed outside and into his car. 

On the drive over to the restaurant, you learned that Tom was a psychologist, he liked to cook, and reality TV shows were his guilty pleasure. At the restaurant, which was a higher-end place near the water, he pulled out your chair for you. 

"I hope this place is okay, I wasn't sure what kind of food you liked so I thought somewhere nicer would be safe," he said. 

"Oh, this is perfect. Don't even worry about it," you smiled. "I haven't had a proper night out in so long, I wouldn't have minded if you took me to a burger joint." 

He laughed, "Margo is adorable, by the way. How old is she?"

"She's 2," you said. Then, feeling the need to clarify, "I had her when I was 20, at the beginning of my junior year in college."

"I see, how was that? How did you manage classes?" You were surprised at his demeanor, half-expecting him to judge you or run in the opposite direction any second now, but his inquisition was genuine.

"Well, I could still go to classes during the first trimester, but it got more difficult after that so I took a leave of absence. I'm taking night classes now because I work in the mornings." 

"Oh nice, what degree are you going for?"

"English, I want to be a teacher," you explained.

"My mom was a teacher," he smiled. "What age do you want to teach?"

"Oh no way! I want to teach elementary school kids. Everyone always tells me how hard it will be, but raising Margo... I don't love anything more than that." 

"That's really sweet, are you close with your family?"

You paused, trying to figure out how to answer the question. "Depends on who you consider my family, I guess," you laughed awkwardly. "I'm not close with my parents, but my friends? Those are the most important people in my life." 

He smiled, "I understand. I'm glad you have a support system, being a single mother can be hard." 

"Yeah, I'm super grateful. Actually, my babysitter for tonight canceled last-minute and JJ came to the rescue. I don't know what I would've done without him." 

Tom's smile faltered for an unnoticeable second. "How long have you known him for?"

"JJ? My whole life, probably. I can't imagine a time when he wasn't by my side. He was there for me throughout my entire pregnancy, but after..." you trailed off.

"After...?"

"Afterwards," you hesitated, not wanting to bad-mouth your friend. "I guess he started to distance himself more, I think Margo scared him away honestly."

"You think it was Margo and nothing else?"

"What do you mean?"

"I just mean," he sighed. "Do you think there could be any other reason why he would be so supportive of you before and not after you had Margo?" 

"I-I'm not sure. I haven't had much time to think about it, I guess."

"You want my opinion?" Tom asked. You searched his face for any sign of spitefulness, but came up empty. 

"I saw the way he looked at you and Margo, earlier. That boy is not scared of either of you. In fact, all I saw was love. Did you ever think he’s grappling with those feelings?” 

"His feelings? For me?" It was not the first time you thought about it, but it was the first time you heard it verbalized. 

"Yes, I know I sound crazy, but seriously, Y/N, what other reason could there be to explain his behavior?"

You racked your brain for all the possible explanations. Tom had a point, if JJ had feelings for you at some point in your friendship, or still does, he might feel the need to distance himself to protect you. 

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"I told you, I'm a psychologist. I notice these things," he smiled.

"Is this how all of your first dates go?" you laughed.

"Not all of them, but I’ll admit, a few are like this. But tell me, am I wrong to assume there was something more going on between you two before you got pregnant?"

You sighed, "No, you're not wrong. Our feelings for each other were a truth that neither of us wanted to confront. We were young, we didn't want to be tied down, it was college. But he was always there, by my side, through everything. Of course, I loved him." 

"Well, there you go. There's your answer." 

Tom dropped you off around midnight. You assured him that there was no need to walk you to your door, you both knew that you needed to have a conversation with JJ.

"Thank you again for tonight, we seriously need to meet up again," you said, before shutting your door.

"Absolutely, I'll give you the address to my office," he joked.

You turned the key into your door as quietly as possible, in case JJ was also asleep with Margo. Inside, the lights were off and you pulled out your phone flashlight to search for him. 

You went into Margo's room first, seeing that she was fast asleep in her crib. "Hi baby," you whispered. "Where's Uncle JJ?" 

After making sure she was tucked in properly, you turned to go into your bedroom. Sure enough, there was JJ, fast asleep in your bed. 

You couldn't help but smile, recalling memories from high school when you two would have sleepovers. Being sure to keep quiet, you changed into your pajamas and got ready for bed.

Trying your best to not wake up JJ, you pulled open the blanket on your side of the bed and slipped in next to him. 

"Goodnight, JJ," you whispered. 

—

In the morning, you woke up to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen. For a second, you weren't sure you were even in your apartment, remembering that you live alone with Margo and surely, you weren't asleep long enough for her to know her way around the kitchen.

But then you remembered that JJ was babysitting last night and had fallen asleep in your bed before you got home. 

After a long stretch, you got up and went into the kitchen.

"There she is, good morning pretty," JJ smiled at you. 

"Morning... When did you learn how to cook?" you questioned.

"What do you mean? I've always known how to make pancakes."

"Okay, that is just a straight up lie. In high school you would have chips for breakfast."

JJ put his hand to his chest, taking mock offense. "If you must know, I started teaching myself how to cook last year when I moved off-campus." 

"Wow, I must say, I am impressed, Mr. Maybank."

"Please, that's my father. You can call me JJ," he said, causing you both to laugh. 

Were his eyes always this blue? You thought, as you admired his features in the morning light. 

After a moment, you broke the silence. "Uh- I better go check on Margo. How was she last night, by the way?"

"Oh, amazing. Best kid ever." 

"Really? She didn't give you a hard time at all?"

"Nope, must have remembered me from when she was in the womb."

You smiled, turning around to your daughter's room.

Sure enough, Margo was sleeping like the baby she was. You checked the clock, she wouldn't be up for at least another hour.

"Margo's still in one piece?" JJ asked when you reentered the kitchen.

"Yes, somehow,” you mused. 

"Good, want to try these pancakes now?"

"Yes, please, I'm starving," you sat down across from JJ.

"Starving? Your date didn't feed you last night?"

"Very funny, if you want to know about my date, you can just ask." 

"Okay, how was your date?" he relented. 

"He's a psychologist." 

"Cool, anything else?" JJ looked slightly confused. 

"He was very normal and nice," you added.

“I would hope so.”

“Yes, and he likes to cook too.”

“That’s great, how was the date itself?”

“Oh the date itself…” you trailed off. 

"Y/N, why are you acting weird?"

"Weird? Me? I'm just telling you about my date." 

"You're talking about him like he's your therapist."

"Well, in a way, it was like a therapy session."

"So the date went bad?"

"No, it was really nice." 

JJ looked around the kitchen, "Did I accidentally put something in the pancake batter to make you act like this or...?" 

"These are great, by the way," you said, pointing to the pancakes with your fork.

"Thanks, but can we get back to the date?" 

"Oh, yeah, well, basically," you started. 

"Y/N." JJ was rarely ever serious, but he was starting to look concerned with you. 

"Okay, fine. It started off really well, we got to know each other. Then, he was asking about Margo and my family, and I told him about my parents, you know. Then he asked about you, and I told him I've known you forever, but after Margo, you started distancing yourself and we haven't seen or talked to each other in a while, and then-" you rambled. 

"Then what?"

"And then, he told me, or rather he made me realize, that maybe we need to address the feelings we may or may not have had for each other before I got pregnant," you finished in a rush.

JJ was silent, you weren't sure if the expression on his face was scared or bemused. 

"JJ, please say something." 

"Was that all?"

"More or less."

He sighed, "Y/N, I think one of the reasons why our friendship worked so well was because we both knew that at any moment, we could pursue something more, but we didn't. We both knew that doing that would ruin our friendship, something we've had for nearly twenty years. I thought college was going to be four years of partying and distractions, but instead, I had to face reality”

“Distractions?”

“Everyone that wasn’t you was a distraction, in case that wasn’t clear.”

“Uh, no. It wasn't, actually. JJ, you kept telling me you were trying to meet ‘the one!’” 

“Well, I was lying! Okay? You were always the one for me. I just didn’t feel like I was the one for you. So I was stupid and I decided we would be better off as friends, but when you got pregnant…” 

“When I got pregnant…?”

“When you told me about Margo, I panicked. I knew you were strong enough to do this on your own, but you shouldn’t have had to. I told myself that I was going to be there for you every step of the way, and I was, until you gave birth. I saw Margo for the first time, and I-I’m sorry. I just couldn’t do it.”

“Do what, JJ? You know I never needed you to be her father.” 

“I know, I know. I saw her and I couldn’t imagine hurting her. I didn’t want her to know me, because to know me is to be disappointed by me,” he sighed.

“JJ,” you stood up now to wrap your arms around him. “Are you kidding me? I was never, never disappointed by you. I was just worried, babe, that’s all. You stopped talking to me after that.” 

JJ allowed himself to fall into your arms. “I’m sorry, it just felt like too much at the time. I loved- love you and Margo so much, that I didn’t know what to do with all of it. So I thought it was best to give you some space, until I was better.”

You chuckled, “Is that why you taught yourself how to cook?”

“Stop, I was actually starving and had no choice.”

“And are you better now?”

“When I heard you were going on a date, do you want to know what I thought?”

“What?”

“I thought, I let her go again. I let you go a million times in college, and here I am, letting you go again.” 

When you didn’t say anything, he continued, “You’re the one for me, Y/N. I came over here tonight to show you that. I’m ready for whatever this is going to be, whatever this friendship evolves into. I spent too much time denying the truth, and I think you have too.” 

There were not enough words to describe how you were feeling, so you leaned in to kiss your best friend. JJ held your face with such gentleness, you wondered if this was all in your imagination. 

Eventually, you pulled away. “I’m done lying, to myself and to each other. This is real, yes?” you asked.

“Yes, I love you, really.”

“I love you too, Maybank.” 

You leaned in for a second time, but not before you heard the familiar cries of Margo in the other room. 

“Don’t worry, I got it,” he smiled with that boyish grin of his that you loved so much. That you have always loved. 

[watchmegetobsessed]

JUST HOW FAST THE NIGHT CHANGES (part 3)

A/N: writing this part took me way longer than i thought but here we are! it's a bit shorter than the prev parts, but its waaay more loaded with emotions!! warning is included down below, but its also kind of a spoiler

WARNING: discussion about miscarriage

PAIRING: Harry x High-School-Best-Friend!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

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He didn’t feel this nervous before his first Grammy performance. Not even before his Wembley shows. His nerves are on the verge of snapping, his mind racing a thousand miles per second as Friday finally arrives. He wants the evening to be perfect, make you feel comfortable so he can show you how serious he is about reconnecting with you on any level you’ll allow him to.

He’s been up since five in the morning, he went to the market to get the freshest ingredients possible for dinner. He’s been cleaning, polishing the house even though his cleaning lady was there just two days ago. He’s been a tad bit maniac, to say the least, but he just wants to show you how important it is to him. He spends most of the day cooking, a full three course meal will be waiting for you when you finally arrive. 

You text him sometime after six that you’re on your way, you’ll be there in about thirty. Mentally he is cursing himself out for not sending a car for you, but he can’t do anything about that now. He obsessively checks his outfit every five minutes, fixing his hair, changing his mind whether he should have shaved or not. Well, there’s not much to do about that either now. 

And then the intercom rings through the hallway and he is shooting out of the bedroom, running towards the front door. 

“Hi!” he beams, pressing the button and he can’t help the smile that stretches across his face when he sees you on the tiny screen, standing outside his gate.

“Hi,” you chuckle.

“Just straight up, I’ll be at the door,” he instructs you before buzzing the gate open and letting you in. 

Throwing the door open he steps out into the chilly winter evening, instantly spotting your approaching form and he stops himself from running ahead like a little puppy welcoming its owner. God, he thinks it’s worrying, how obsessed he has become with you so fast, he shouldn’t be acting like this, he is a grown adult, not a little kid. 

“Hi, come on in!” he holds the door open for you.

“Hi, thank you,” you smile shyly, silently assessing the luxurious, yet not too flashy home. 

“Let me take this.” He helps your coat off your shoulders and hangs it up in the closet in the hallway while you step out of your shoes and put on the fluffy slippers he left out for you. “Do you want a tour?”

“Sure,” you chuckle.

You follow him around as he shows you the main areas of his home, living room, kitchen, dining room and then he walks you upstairs where you get a glance of his own bedroom as well as the three guest bedrooms.

“This looks amazing, Harry,” you gush as the two of you head down to the kitchen so he can serve dinner.

“Thanks. I’m trying to make it homey, so it actually feels like home when I’m here.”

“Do you struggle with that? Feeling like you’re home?”

“It was hard to pinpoint a place that I could call my home, but I think it’s better now.”

They make small talk as Harry heats up some of the food that’s been ready for a while, and then they move to the dining room where he already set the table.

“You really went all out,” you chuckle, when he opens a bottle of wine and serves dinner.

“Of course. It’s important for me.”

“To show me you can make a fancy dinner?” 

“To show you that you’re important,” he simply says without hesitation, his words stunning you for a second as he joins you at the table. “Sorry, that came out weird, didn’t it?” he chuckles awkwardly.

“No, no… it’s just… doesn’t matter,” you shake your head, turning your focus on the food. “Let’s eat.”

The food is delicious and you don’t hold back telling him about it. You never thought he would ever be this good in the kitchen, part of you imagined he is way too used to eating in fancy restaurants that he never even has the time to cook.

You were wrong.

As one course follows the other you slowly start to open up more and more, you tell him about university, how work is these days and Harry listens to anything you have to tell him, drinking up even the smallest information crumb you throw his way. 

He tells you stories too, ones you probably haven’t heard if you ever looked him up online these past few years. He lets you in on his private life he keeps locked away from the public and he hopes you see it as a sign of trust. 

When you’re both full, you insist on helping him clean up at least a bit, loading the dishwasher while he packs away the leftovers. Then you move to the living room with a new bottle of wine, he even lights a cozy fire in the fireplace as you sink into the soft cushion of his sofa. Now he feels like you’ve loosened up fully. You’re joking, teasing him, letting yourself laugh loud with your head falling back, your legs are pulled up, feet rubbing together under the fluffy blanket he handed you to make you even cozier. 

He wishes he could take a picture of you like this, looking so carefree and unapologetically yourself, like you don’t have any worries in the world.  Maybe it’s just the wine, maybe not. He selfishly wants to believe that it’s him who finally cracked you open enough to leave your burdens behind even if it’s for just tonight. 

He tells you about a time he got drunk a few years ago and somehow ended up outside his hotel room without pants on. Mitch had to push him back into his room before anyone saw him running wild. It makes you laugh so much that you almost spill the last drops of the wine. Harry wouldn’t have minded that either, he would have gladly bought a whole new couch, he’s just thankful to see you have such a good time as he laughs with you.

“I would have loved seeing the headlines following that!” you gasp for air, wiping your tears away from the corner of your eyes.

“Yeah and my publicist would have gotten a stroke at the same time,” he huffs, making you laugh some more. It takes a few minutes for the two of you to calm down and Harry can’t help himself from speaking up. “I’ve missed this,” he smiles over the rim of his glass and you sink deeper into the cushion. “I’ve missed being our old selves.”

“But we’re not our old selves, Harry,” you softly breathe out, the sinking feeling returning in your guts, your laughter now long gone. 

“But it feels just like that. It doesn’t matter that we’re older or how much has changed,” he insists.

You turn silent, the smile slowly fading from your lips as you stare into your drink before downing it and placing the glass to the coffee table.

Harry fears he said something he shouldn’t have and he is just about to apologize when you speak up again, dropping a bomb.

“I had a miscarriage.”

The words hang heavy between the two of you and you’re not even sure why you felt the need to share it with him. Very few people know about what happened, it’s not something you can just easily bring up and share with others but now Harry belongs to this tiny circle as well.

Keeping your eyes down and off of Harry you continue speaking.

“The doctors said nothing extreme happened, the baby was just… not strong enough. I have great chances of getting pregnant again. Drew, my ex… ex husband has… had different views though.”

“What do you mean?”

You open your mouth to answer, but you can feel the tears dwelling in your eyes, so you take a moment to try and swallow your emotions back, though it’s quite impossible. It’s been over a year, but you’re still not fully over it.

“He never said it out loud, but it was pretty obvious he blamed it on me in some twisted way. Made me feel like I did something that resulted in losing…”

Harry is quick to move closer when your voice dies down, he places his glass to the table and wraps an arm around you, pulling you against him.

“I swear I didn’t do anything, I was so careful, I even stopped working out, I took days off every time I felt too sick to work… I did everything…”

“I know. I know you did, it wasn’t your fault,” he murmurs softly, pressing a kiss on top of your head as he patiently lets you get it all out. It takes a couple of minutes before you can speak again without sobbing.

“Drew grew cold, he worked late, always made plans for himself, without me. There were weeks we barely even spoke. Deep down I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t have the energy to deal with the possibility of my husband having an affair after losing my baby… I should have done something, though…”

“You went through something very hard, he should have been there for you, it wasn’t your fault, Y/N.”

“It’s what everyone tells me, but I don’t feel like it’s the truth,” you let out a shaky breath. 

There’s so much Harry wants to say, but he knows he has to hear more to even try to comfort you the right way.

“Want to tell me more about what went down?”

He waits and no answer comes for a while before you take a deep breath and move back from his embrace. 

“I think deep down I knew he was cheating on me, but I tried to talk myself down for a few weeks, told myself he wouldn’t do that to me. Guess I was wrong,” you scoff bitterly. “It was with his coworker he swore was not his type. And when I confronted him about it, he didn’t even try to apologize, beg for forgiveness. It’s like… it was a relief for him, that he didn’t have to keep this a secret anymore and he could use it all against me finally.”

Harry exhales sharply, his hands curling into fists as anger rushes through his veins. He never met this Drew guy, but he better pray their paths never cross, because Harry surely would lose his temper.

Wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand you clear your throat as you hug your knees and continue talking, it’s like a plug has been pulled, you feel the urge to share it all with him. 

“Anyways, he basically said that he doesn’t see a future with me anymore. We had been married for less than a year at that point. He moved out by the end of the month and we were officially done in six months. I think… Uh, whatever, forget about it.”

“No, you can say it, you can say anything,” he assures you.

“I think that we were over even before I got pregnant. I feel like that was the only reason that kept him by my side. Then we… lost the baby and… I guess he used it as a reason to leave. I just don’t understand why he even married me in the first place,” you add the last part in a whisper as you swallow down another cry that’s bubbling in your throat. 

Harry is devastated, in many different ways. He is ashamed for your ex, it’s hard to believe any man would treat a woman like this, let alone a woman like you. He is mad that you had to go through all of this undeservingly, that you had to deal with not just the loss of your pregnancy but also with your husband cheating.

It’s unfair and terribly wrong and the worst part is that he wasn’t there for you and there’s nothing he can do about it now.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he exhales as he wraps his arms around you and you lean onto him, your head resting on his chest, finding great comfort in his closeness. “I know you’ve probably heard it, but it wasn’t your fault.”

You remain silent as you let him hold you and you stay like that for a while. Minutes, maybe hours pass by, you can’t tell, but he doesn’t let go of you until you move back, wiping your cheeks.

“Sorry for unloading all of this on you so suddenly,” you huff out an awkward laugh, now that your head is clearer. 

“Oh no, no, no, there’s nothing to be sorry about, Y/N. I feel like it’s wrong to say this, but… I’m glad you shared it with me,” he chuckles.

“I don’t know why I blurted it all out, not… not many people know about this. And please don’t share it with others,” you peek at him.

“Of course, I would never tell anyone. It’s safe with me,” he assures you. 

“I kinda ruined the evening, didn’t I?” you ask, chewing on your bottom lip. 

“Not at all,” he smiles. “It’s all good. Thank you for sharing.”

Silence falls over the two of you again, but it’s not at all awkward or frustrating, there’s more comfort in it than in a lot of conversations you’ve had over the years. It’s much needed after all the heavy stuff that’s been just shared and Harry wants to give you time, as much as you need.

Your eyes wander over to him and then down at his wrist. Your gaze lingers there and he catches the gloomy look that runs over your expressions.

He understands it right away.

“I still have it,” he speaks up.

“Huh?”

“The bracelet. I still have it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he nods smiling.

“Why did you stop wearing it?” you ask, but you realize it might have sounded weird. He is a grown man, why should he wear some silly bracelet he got as a teenager?

“It was–Wait, let me show you.”

He jumps to his feet and shuffles out of the room, leaving you there in confusion. You hear him fumbling around until he reappears and sits back on the couch with his wallet in his hand. You hold your tongue and just watch the events unfold as he opens the wallet and pulls out a little pouch, one they often use for jewelry.

“I was, I think in Paris when it got caught in a doorknob and the string snapped,” he starts explaining as he opens up the pouch carefully. “The beads were all over the floor and our manager was screaming at me because we were late, but I just had to collect the beads.” 

He chuckles softly and you watch as he gently shakes said beads out into his palm and your lips part in shock.

“I couldn’t find all of them, tried to fix it, but there weren’t enough left to fit around my wrist.”

He plays around with the beads, letting the roll in his palm, a sad, but somehow still goofy smile tugging on his lips before he looks up and his gaze meets yours.

And he sees just how touched you are.

“I always thought you stopped wearing it because… because we weren’t talking anymore and… you know,” you shrug, unable to find the words as you gulp back your tears. 

“That was never the case,” he exhales, realizing how important it was for you and that you lived with this false idea of him up until now. “I still keep it with me. It’s important. It always was,” he quietly adds. 

You’re absolutely speechless. All this time you thought he got rid of the bracelet in an act of leaving you behind as he entered his superstar life. You vividly remember when you first noticed it missing from his wrist, you pathetically cried yourself to sleep, hugging a teddy bear Harry got you for one of your birthdays. You felt betrayed, forgotten and unimportant and it never occurred to you something else might have happened. 

Now this ultimately sad memory has turned into something so touching and unexpectedly comforting, you can’t remember the last time someone made you feel like this. It’s like the universe has gotten its balance back.

“Thank you,” is all you can say as you cover the beads with your palm. 

You stay late, way longer than you imagined, but it’s like you’ve entered a bubble of comfort that you never want to leave. When you start yawning like a baby, that’s when you know you have to head home. Though Harry offers for you to stay the night in one of his guest bedrooms, you feel like that would be over some kind of boundary you’re not ready to cross just yet. So he calls you a car and even packs you some of the food to bring home with you. You tease him about being a malewife, but he just shrugs, accepting his fate.

“Thank you for tonight, Harry,” you smile at him sleepily as you stand by the car’s open door.

“When can I see you again?” he eagerly asks, not even caring if you think he’s crazy.

“Sometime soon. How long are you staying here?”

“I have two shows in Palm Springs on the thirty-first and then on the first as well.”

“Birthday shows?” you chuckle softly.

“Something like that. Throwing myself a party. Do you want to come?” he asks, at first just as a joke, but as soon as the words leave his mouth he realizes he means them.

“To Palm Springs?” 

“Yeah. I’ll have a birthday dinner before too. You can fly out with me, I’ll arrange everything for you. A nice little trip, what do you say?”

“I’ll think about it,” you sigh and he can tell you’re not too fond of the idea, but he still has time to convince you. Having you there on his special birthday shows would mean the world to him and it would be the best present as well for sure. 

“Alright, it’s not a no so I’m fine with that,” he smirks. “Take care and I’ll see you soon, right?”

“Sure,” you smile as you let him embrace you in a tight hug before you get into the car. 

He watches you drive away as he stands by the gate with the cheesiest smile on his face from the connection he was able to rebuild with you, but his chest also aches for everything you shared with him. And if he wasn’t sure about wanting to make everything right before, now it’s more important than anything to be there for you in any way you need him to.

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[flowercrowncrip]

I had an assessment for my next wheelchair on Friday and it went pretty well. It’s a bit of a wait until I’ll get the new chair (May by the earliest), but the ball is rolling.

We agreed my current chair isn’t fully meeting my postural needs. The main issues are that I need more trunk support and a way to stop my knees from falling out to the side. So I’m going to get a different backrest and we’re going to see if a more contoured cushion will help my knees. If the cushion doesn’t work I’ll have to get knee adductor pads which I want to avoid because of the extra pressure points.

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

First Time Father - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Wife (No Name or Appearance)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Hospital Visit, Self Doubt, Stress, Light Angst, Sick Baby, Baby OC is Referred to as 'Dove,' Rooster Thinks He's a Bad Dad

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: It's Rooster's first time alone with his baby daughter. But when she comes down with a fever under his watch, Rooster seriously doubts his abilities as a father.

Master List

It was Rooster’s first extended time alone with his daughter without his wife around.

He was very much a hands-on dad, but his wife was their daughter’s primary caregiver for the first four months of their daughter’s life because of maternity leave and then her gradual return to work. Rooster was always quick to look after their daughter, who they nicknamed Dove, when he got home, but he openly acknowledged that his wife cared for Dove most often.

So, with his wife’s college friend’s child-free wedding coming up, Rooster had a three-day weekend to care for his daughter all on his own. And, well, this was a test for himself. His wife didn’t put excessive expectations onto him. That was all Rooster.

He always tried to check-in with his wife to make sure that he was pulling his weight with Dove. Rooster didn’t want to become one of those complacent dads who just relied on their wife for everything and couldn’t take care of their own child by themselves. He didn’t want his wife to be one of those women who said that she had two kids at home—her actual baby and her husband.

Maybe that was just the fear creeping up from his conversations with Penny about her divorce and what the older guys at work said, but Rooster wanted to prove to himself that he could do it. He could take care of his daughter by himself without any hiccups.

Rooster’s wife left Thursday night and Rooster handled Thursday night and Friday morning perfectly well. Dove stayed on her nap and feeding schedule, he got some projects done around the house, and they even went to see Grandpa Mav. But then a few hours after they got home, Dove came down with a fever and started crying like nothing Rooster had ever heard before.

And, well, maybe he panicked just a little bit.

The lights of the ER were bright and blinding and Rooster did his best to shield Dove’s eyes from the excessive light. Holding her against his chest as she cried, Rooster tried to console her as he waited for a medical professional to come and collect them.

Since it was a Friday night, the pediatrician and Urgent Care centers were all closed. And his wife wasn’t answering her phone, probably because she was at the rehearsal dinner. And the lady giving him the side eye for the last hour combined with his daughter’s continuous cries were really starting to push Rooster over the edge.

“It’s okay,” Rooster tried to console his daughter, his voice breaking a bit. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of his daughter’s little head, praying for some advice from his mom. She would know what to do in this situation. But Bradley didn’t know what he was doing. Maybe he wasn’t as good of a father or as good of a husband as he wanted to be. As he thought he was.

“Bradshaw,” a nurse called, causing Bradley to hurry to his feet.

The nurse led him back to one of the smaller hospital rooms. Bradley listed off the timeline of events to the nurse, who nodded, typed them up, and walked off to grab a doctor. Rooster tried setting his daughter back into her carrier, but that only made her cry louder. He picked her back up and cradled her to his chest, feeling a few tears leak out.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you’re in pain,” he whimpered, resting his head on top of her smaller one.

There was a light knock on the door before a man dressed in a pair of turquoise scrubs and round glasses stepped into the room. The doctor seemed to quickly assess the situation before striding further into the room.

“I’m Dr. Greene,” he stated, causing Rooster to nod. “What seems to be the problem?”

“She has a fever and she won’t stop crying and I don’t know what’s wrong. Nothing that I try seems to work,” Rooster replied shakily, hugging his daughter just a little tighter as she continued to cry. “And I don’t know what to do.”

“Alright, let me take a look at her.”

Rooster set his daughter on her back on the examination table. She wiggled around, still whimpering and crying. Dr. Greene started with his stethoscope and listened to her heart and lungs. He quickly checked her ears and her throat and looked over her vitals again. Rooster stood to the side, trying to comfort his daughter as well as he could while subtly wiping his tears away.

He must have done something wrong. He was a terrible father. He screwed up his daughter.

“It’s an ear infection. Nothing too serious,” Dr. Greene deduced, straightening up. “I’ll prescribe some antibiotics. That should clear it up in a few days.”

“But her screams . . . she sounds like she’s in a lot of pain.”

“Ear infections hurt. And this seems to be her first one and she’s only about four months old. Every little bit of pain to a baby can easily be the worst pain that they’ve ever experienced before,” Dr. Greene explained calmly, typing away at the chart. “Her heart rate is normal and her lungs are clear. And an ear infection can cause the fever.”

“And the ear infection, what caused it?” Rooster asked nervously, rubbing his daughter’s head.

“Well, does she spend any time around other kids? Is she in daycare or does she have any siblings?” Dr. Greene suggested, turning back to Rooster.

“She’s at daycare twice a week,” Rooster breathed out, causing Dr. Greene to nod.

“Exactly. Those places are a breeding ground for disease. Especially with babies and young children who haven’t really built up an immunity to anything.”

“So . . . I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Dr. Greene stated, finishing up with the chart. He turned back to Rooster, studied his tired and frazzled expression, and offered him a small smile. “First time dad?”

“Is it that obvious?” Rooster returned, wincing a bit.

“I assure you that we’ve seen and heard plenty of stories far stranger than an ear infection from first time parents,” Dr. Greene chuckled, gathering his things. “Kids get sick. It happens. And you did the right thing in getting her to a medical professional. The antibiotics should be ready at the pharmacy and they should clear it up. But if she’s still sick in three days, go to your primary care physician.”

Dr. Greene turned to leave the room before pausing and turning back to Rooster one last time.

“And to be perfectly honest with you, I would highly prefer a parent who was overly concerned with their child’s health than one who wasn’t concerned at all. You’re doing fine,” Dr. Greene assured Rooster with a small smile before opening the door. “Have a good night.”

“Thanks, you too,” Rooster called back, finally able to breathe a bit again.

It was just an ear infection. He didn’t screw up. He did the right thing.

“Let’s get you some medicine, Dove,” Rooster sighed, setting his daughter back into her carrier.

The Dr. Greene that I may or may not have had in mind:

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That 🍂

Week Four: Apple Picking or Carving Pumpkins

Summary- Short Drabble. Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. You have the picnic table all set up for a fun little competition between you and Curtis.

Warnings- mentions of IT.

This is an 18+ Only Blog

A/N- Thank you everyone for reading, commenting, and sharing! I loved this one, it was such a cute moment for them and I hope you all enjoy it as well. Please remember to vote on Friday for next week's choice. Happy Reading!

Curtis and Honey's This or That Masterlist

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

You had the perfect afternoon. The chill was in the air but it wasn’t freezing cold, the sun was bright in a blue sky that lit up the whole backyard for this moment, and you had Curtis, assessing his pumpkin with a smirk of excitement that showed he was up for the challenge. “Oh Honey, you know that carving pumpkins is my specialty.” His brow arched, head tilting as if asking you if you were ready.

You narrowed your eyes, smirking right back at him as you picked up your weapon of choice, a large orange pumpkin scooper ready to tackle that pumpkins innards. “Then you shouldn’t be worried about little old me kicking your ass at pumpkin carving. You win, you get bragging rights to being the Halloween Pumpkin King and choice of scary movie tonight.” 

He grabbed for his own pumpkin scooper, ready to start cleaning his own massive pumpkin out. “I do like it when you call me King, Pretty Girl. Alright if you win you get the obvious Pumpkin Queen and any fall themed movie you want.” 

“Hocus Pocus.” You automatically said, as if he hadn’t already watched that with you just last week when you were scrolling disney plus on the bedroom television.

“You and Binx are obsessed.” He teased as he rolled up his sleeves and flipped his baseball cap around to get serious about what was about to happen. 

“We did name him Binx for a reason Curtis.” Your tone raised slightly, aiming it towards the kitchen window nearby the picnic table, the window open to have your echo dot sitting in it. “Alexa, play Honey’s Badass Halloween playlist.” You listened and when the beginning of Ghostbusters started playing, you and Curtis sprung into action and started scooping out innards as fast as possible. 

“We keeping these seeds?” Curtis asked as he twisted his pumpkin around to scrape the sides, while you ditched your scooping spoon to start using both hands, pulling out the orange strands of pumpkin guts, the slippery seeds scattering across the picnic table that was now a carving station. 

“Later I will roast them for us. Right now Everett you just focus on carving.” 

You glanced up to catch sight of him mimicking looking at you, your eyes meeting his playful blue eyes lighting up at you, a quick second passing between the two of you before both dropped to focus on the pumpkins again. “I already got mine planned out Y/L/N.” He grabbed at a sharpie, making sure to turn away from you to sketch out his outline. 

“Yeah, yeah, you think you got this already don't you. Fooled you, I have been practicing.” You retorted, grabbing at the other sharpie and starting your own sketch. Curtis paused, his knife half into the first cut, his assured grin turning into a questioning scowl. 

“Time out, you already were practicing without me knowing? Isn't that breaking some kind of rule?!” 

“Hell no, we never stated what the conditions of the challenge were. Snooze, you lose Curtis.” Confidently you stabbed into your pumpkin, rushedly carving out the first piece like you were in a race against time. Curtis went back to carving, muttering to himself. 

“Snooze you lose Curtis, just wait till next year Honey. Imma cover our porch in them just to practice.” You giggled hearing him, chucking the first cut out towards him which he ducked all while still carving his own, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth and his brows furrowed while he put all his concentration into what he was doing. As soon as he popped out the first chunk, he reached over and slipped the obstructive piece into your pumpkin, making you lose precious seconds carving having to get it out. You cried out a protesting sound that he was hindering your progress which was playing dirty. 

“Now Pretty Girl, we never said we couldn’t mess with each other’s progress, remember?” He teased while grabbing another tool to start scrapping against the pumpkin flesh, purposely not cutting the next part out. 

“How bad do you want those roasted seeds?” You sliced into another piece of your pumpkin. 

“Whoa whoa whoa, you’re not holding future snacks out on us are you?” Another part down for Curtis as he went for his knife again, turning once more to make sure his pumpkin stayed out of your sight. “Cause that’s just mean.” 

“I’m tempted too.” You hurriedly sliced out the last piece and set your knife down, throwing up your hands in triumph. “Done!” 

Within seconds Curtis did the same, throwing his hands up, palms showing he had no tools, and stepped away from his. “Okay you had ten seconds, but you’re gonna love mine this year so worth it.” 

“Mmmhm, sure, we will see. Mine is pretty badass.” You grasped your pumpkin. “Okay, close your eyes and I will put them side by side.” You waited while he made a show of his eyes closed, tilting his head up towards the sky to keep from looking. You twisted your massive pumpkin around to set it near his. Putting a hand over your eyes to keep from peeking and worked your way around the table towards his side. Once you pressed in against his muscled chest under a soft sweatshirt, you turned facing the pumpkins. His arms went around you and you soaked in the feeling of his embrace for a few seconds. “Okay, look!” You both dropped your gazes to admire them side by side. 

Curtis’s pumpkin had an outline of a cat in front of a moon and above it had Binx’s Witch House carved in it. Your pumpkin had taken some planning, but a rendition of the original Tim Curry Pennywise graced the front, making Curtis cringe and hold you tighter. “Okay yours is officially the scarier Honey.” He shivered, making you fist pump your victory. “You purposely chose Pennywise, didn’t you?” 

“Sure did, I wanted a classic.” You said while he stepped closer, inspecting yours closer. “But yours…” You traced Binx’s name in it, making you sigh happily at the addition to your lives. “I love it, you win.” 

“Fuck that, look at yours.” Curtis hefted your massive gourd up into his arms, already marching for the front of the house. “This is the obvious winner. Getting a prime spot on the porch.” 

“What! No.” You hurried after him, not daring to carry his artwork in case you dropped it. “I want Binx’s Witch House on the steps by the mums!” 

You two finally ended up compromising that you both had the best pumpkins after a debate, deeming you both the winners. At least for this year.

[importantgalaxyrunaway]

Halloween party 🎃👻 (part Colby x y/n)

AUTHORS NOTE 📝 : so you guys voted for me to write this one I’m here it is. It’s a bit longer than the others I write but I’m still pretty proud of it. Let me know your ideas please. I’m kinda running out of ideas 💡. Anyways I worked hard so please like. 👍

CONTENTS: fluff, party, drinking, creepy guys (they don’t do anything though) smut (but not a lot bc I cut away)

To celebrate Halloween and the end of a successful hellweek. Sam and Colby are a having a Halloween party. Of course I came I use any excuse I have to hang out with my boyfriend Colby. And I absolutely love Halloween. Just because I didn’t have a costume doesn’t mean that I couldn’t dress festive.

When I get there it’s crazy packed. I see Sam and Colby in the crowd however and meet him.

“y/n I’m glad you came. Happy Halloween” Sam says

“you look really hot” Colby tells me after sam walks away to talk to someone

“you do too” I smirk as we join the party. We mingled and dance for a bit. I kept thinking about how Colby looks so hot in his shirt. They had some sort of alcoholic punch. The party was getting really wild. People we’re making out in the hallway and getting very drunk. I heard a breaking of glass from another corner of the house where a fight broke out. People we pushing each other into the pool. And outside there was a keg stand. There were so many people there it was massive. The punch was really good but I have no idea what was in it. “Colbs can you please get me another drink?”

“sure”

A few minutes after Colby left two men came up to me. Neither were very attractive and one of them was clearly drunk.

“hey baby” one of them said “how you doing?”

“fine” I answered flatly

“come on, come upstairs with us” the other man said slurring his words a bit.

“I have a boyfriend!” I angrily replied

he grabbed my hand “well I don’t see him” I started to pull my hand away but he held on tighter.

“He right here” Colby said in a low angry tone. he was seething.

“woah there pal, we haven’t done anything”

“Colby, let’s go” I say pulling him away to his room where we can talk quietly. He sat on his bed and I sat next to him.

“Are you mad at me? You know I don’t like him. I told him I had a boyfriend.

“No it’s just.” He sighes “I love you y/n and it’s hard for me to see people look at you like your an object”

my heart swelled with love “oh colbs” I wrapped my hands around his neck. And I kissed him. He responded my deepening the kiss and running his fingers through my hair. I grabbed his shirt collar and kissed him roughly. He then started to attack my neck with hickeys. They felt so good. It was amazing. I get on get lap and take off his shirt. I run my fingers down his chest. He eagerly takes my shirt off and rips my bra not able to wait another moment. He then crashes his lips into mine in a very heated kiss.

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(listen to this when you read the chapter idk how to get it so it’s not just a preview but listen to it from beginning)

When I wake up my legs are so incredibly sore. I get up and steal some of Colby’s pjs. His flannel pants and t-shirt. I inhale the smell of the t-shirt. It smells like him. It was comforting. He got out of the shower

“Oh your awake. How do you feel?”

“after last night? Incredibly sore. I can barely walk”

He laughed ”should we go assess the damage?

There was absolute carnage. Majority of the poeple made it home safely. But there was still a lot of drunk people passed out in the hallways. There was glitter everywhere, and don’t ask me why I don’t even know. The beer cans and bottles were scattered everywhere.

“all right all right everyone out!” I said as I woke them up from their trance. I had to bust some people out of closets where they had hooked up. As everyone was waking up I went and looked in the mirror.

“aw fuck” I whispered as I looked at the massive amount of hickeys Colby had given me. But I still don’t regret it. Once everyone was Finally out we and Colby wiggled up to each other to watch a movie. It was a scary movie to celebrate Halloween. But I didn’t feel scared at all. Not with Colby’s arms around me. With him I feel safe and protected. He kisses me warm and tender. It’s sweet and I don’t want this moment to end. And for a very long time it doesn’t. For the rest of the day we sit together watching movies. Content in each other’s company.

[lexlec]

your face

summery : When you tell your best friend Eddie that you haven't been kissed since seventh grade, he offers to kiss you. There's only one catch : you don't know when he'll do it. ❕MASTERLIST ❕

1, PART TWO, 3, 4

The room became quiet, the movie hummed in the distance. You gave him a kind look. — Will you do that for me?

He chuckled softly. — Well, don't act like it's a chore. I'd like to kiss you once. — he winked, hitting you with his foot.

You've hidden your blush, the butterflies in your stomach are going terribly crazy. Eddie grinned, and mischief crept into his brain.

— But! I have one condition!

Your eyebrows went up and you looked a little nervous. Like you were worried he'd changed his mind.

— I choose when it happens, okay? I won't tell you when. It should be a surprise… So you'll never know.

You grinned. — But not in front of everyone we know.

— Of course not. — he grinned, blowing you a kiss. — I'll make it nice and intimate.

Just you and me, baby. It suddenly became very difficult to focus on the "Stooges".

It wasn't until the first time it happened that you realized his plan was to torture you.

You were in Gareth's garage, lying on a cigarette-smoke-soaked sofa in the corner, watching the band rehearse. You were idly flipping through a magazine, sucking on a lollipop that you found in Eddie's jacket pocket. His taste for sweets was terrible, and he almost always had some sweets with him. You didn't even notice the breakup of the group. Jeff and Gareth ran inside to get drinks from the fridge, leaving you alone.

He put his guitar on the stand, came up to you and straddled your hips while you were lying on the couch. Your eyes widened when he took the magazine from you and tossed it aside, tilting your chin to look at it. He was there, and you practically stopped breathing. Here comes. Fuck. Here it is. Eddie was going to kiss you.

Slowly he pulled the lollipop out of your lips and put it in his mouth. He grinned, winking. — You took my last one.

With these words, he casually kissed you on the forehead and got up from the sofa, leaving your face red, frozen and slightly excited while the other boys returned to the garage. ***

The next time it happened was at one of the band's half-week concerts. You were at a bar.. the same bar where the boys played every Friday night. Wayne knew the owners, so they were allowed to play there even though they weren't old enough to drink.

You got to the little green room backstage just in time to hear your best friend colorfully swear. — Eddie?

Eddie, pouting, came out of the bathroom, throwing eyeliner on the counter. — I can't do that.

— What to do?

He sighed and sat down on the counter, playing with the edge of his shirt. — My eyeliner.

Only then did you get a good look at it. His eyes were completely smeared with dirty black, and his skin was reddened from irritation in several places where he tried to wipe it off.

— Well, Eds… — you grinned when you came over to assess the damage, poking a finger at one of the marks. — Why didn't you wait for me? I could do it for you.

— I want to learn how to do it myself. I just.. — he groaned in frustration, covering his face with his hands. — I messed up and tried to erase everything, and it appeared everywhere.

Your lips stretched into a sympathetic smile. — Good. Give me a minute and I'll fix it.

He fidgeted a little when you washed off old makeup with a washcloth, but he managed to sit still for you while you worked, except for the occasional flutter of his thick eyelashes. Your brow furrowed as you carefully drew a pencil below his lower eyelid. His big brown eyes were even more stunning, like now… in a dark ring of smoke. His gaze darted to your lips as you squeezed his jaw, and you couldn't help but stare back. His big hands were around your waist to hold you down, and you could almost taste him when he licked his lips. The air was tense and thick.

— Much better. — you closed the pencil and playfully tapped it on the nose. His voice caught you when you were about to leave.

— Y\N?

Your attention has returned to those dark eyes. He swallowed hard, pulling you to him by the belt loops. Your brain stopped at his thumb tracing little circles on your thigh.

He grinned. — Do you think I look sexy? — you snorted and rolled your eyes, but he didn't give up. — I'm serious! I want to know.

You studied him as if you needed to think things through. His curls were fluffy and big. You thought he'd just washed his hair. His shampoo smelled like green apples.

You nodded slowly.

He beamed when his warm eyes found your lips again, and you thought that this time he was really going to kiss you when Gareth came in. — Five minutes, Eds.

You groaned and Eddie gave you a cheery smile with a shrug before quickly jumping off the counter to grab his guitar.

God, he was going to kill you with this torture.

[visceravalentines]

My first attempt at a House of Wax fic!  Writing so many characters in one scene was tricky so I hope I did alright.  

I Only Have Eyes for You (And You, and You)

Following the events of the movie (except for the ending obviously), the Sinclairs could use some love.  Maybe a little music.  Maybe some dancing.  Poly!Sinclairs x GN!Reader.

Rating:  Teen/SFW

Length:  1.1k

CW:  reference to previous murder and waxification

Reader POV

It has been a long week in Ambrose.  

Lester rounded up a whole slew of college kids, and they had given you all a run for your money.  They managed to fuck up the routine through and through, injuring Bo, even drawing Vincent out of the workshop to help wrangle them.  

For the first time, you actively participated in the killing, taking down one of the final survivors with two decent shots just before they crushed Bo’s skull with a baseball bat.  The pride in the eldest Sinclair’s eyes was just enough to counterbalance the roiling emotions you felt at taking your first human life.  

They wreaked enough havoc to create weeks’ worth of necessary repairs to the town and its residents.  You helped haul the broken figures carefully from their resting places in the theatre and museum to the warmth of Vincent’s workshop.  You stood next to Bo as he assessed the structural damage to a few of the storefronts and muttered curses under his breath.  You helped Lester retrieve the kids’ vehicles and camping gear and accounted for every last one of their cell phones.  

It was exhausting work.  Not only was Ambrose in shambles, but your boys were devastated by the level of destruction to their home.  You knew Bo went to the church every morning to whisper apologies over his mama.  You caught Lester sniffling quietly to himself as he swept up broken glass in the street.  And Vincent – more than once, you came into the workshop and found him staring at a damaged canvas, his tools limp in his hands, and you had known enough artists in your life to recognize the helplessness he felt at facing a project he did not feel confident enough to complete.  Even Jonesy was out of sorts, barking at nothing, wandering restless.  

So Friday night finds you all in the house, deep in your respective thoughts. Bo sprawls on the couch, Vincent slumped forward beside him.  Lester and Jonesy are upstairs.  And you stand in the kitchen, overwhelmed by their collective needs, feeling inadequate in your capacity to pull them out of what you feared might become a lengthy depression.  

Sighing, you lean against the counter, looking around for something to clean, something to fix, something small that required no energy because you had so little left.  And your eyes fall on the cassette player in the corner.  It is dusted with toast crumbs but you know that it works, and there is a drawer of tapes underneath it.  

You pull it open and skim the titles for something you know.  Most of the artists are unfamiliar to you, but one catches your eye.  You fiddle with the machine for a minute, slide the tape in, press play.  Frank Sinatra’s “I Only Have Eyes for You” fuzzes to life.  You adjust the volume and catch the eye of the twins through the interior window. Vincent has lifted his face out of his hands and Bo cocks one skeptical eyebrow.  

My love must be a kind of blind love, I can’t see anyone but you….

With a tired smile, you walk to them slowly, extend both hands, one for each of them.  “Come here,” you say.  Vincent lets himself be pulled up immediately.  Bo takes your hand but does not move.  

“That’s my bad arm, darlin’,” he says.  

“Well then give me your other one.”  

He lets out a single chuckle and allows you and Vinny to help him to his feet. You lead them both to the kitchen, shouting up the stairs on the way, “Les!  Get down here!”  

Bo separates himself from you and leans against the fridge, wincing as he flexes his injured arm.  You place Vincent’s hands on your hips and slide your hands beneath his hair, clasping your fingers behind his neck.  You can see in his eye he is bewildered as you sway gently to the music.  

“Come on, Vinny.  Dance with me.”  

He looks down at his feet, shuffles them uncertainly.  You know he has a grace belied by his many layers of clothing and the way he always seems to hunch over, you’ve just got to bring it out of him.  You beam up at him, exaggerate your movements, coax him into motion.  The way he gazes at you, it’s like he’s never seen anything quite like you before, like if he looks away you may just disappear forever.  

Are the stars out tonight?  I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright, ‘cause I only have eyes for you, dear….

“What in the hell is goin’ on in here?” Lester says as he leans through the doorway.  “Frank Sinatra?”  

“You bet your ass it’s Frank Sinatra,” you say.  You dance on your tiptoes, reach up and brush a kiss against Vinny’s waxen cheek before letting him go.  “C’mere Les, you’re next.”  

You take his hands, tug him into the kitchen, pull his arms back and forth. The weariness gives way to a hesitant smile and then a toothy grin.  He is shy, but he has the same dexterity as his brothers, and he falls into rhythm with you quickly.  You spin him under your arm and his resulting laugh is throaty and genuine.  He spins you in turn, you spin him again, then you grab Vincent’s hand and give him a whirl, barely able to reach over his head.

I don’t know if we’re in a garden, or on a crowded avenue….

Your gaze settles on Bo and you catch the whisper of a smile on his lips. The worry lines in his brow are permanent fixtures.  He does not know how to be unguarded.  He meets your eyes, doesn’t move, waits to be invited.  

You send Lester off with one last twirl and square up in front of the oldest Sinclair.  “C’mon Bo. I know you know how to dance.”  

He shrugs.  “’Fraid this wall might come down if I’m not here to hold it up.”  

Shaking your head, you move closer, loop your fingers through his beltloops.  “Guess you’ll have to build it back up then.”  

This earns you the flash of a grin.  “Alright, darlin’, if you insist.”  

He gingerly places his left hand on your waist and you cup your hand under his elbow for extra support.  Your other hand is almost lost in his, rough and warm.  You let him take the lead, as if he would give you a choice, and you are unsurprised that he is a wonderful dancer.  

Maybe millions of people go by, but they all disappear from view….

You feel Bo press his lips to your hairline.  So quietly you almost miss it, you hear him murmur the last few words of the verse:  

And I only have eyes for you.

The kitchen is a warm and safe place that night.  

[foster-the-world]

Birthday weekend

What a lovely Birthday weekend. Friday my husband picked up the cookie cake I requested. At the park Bee invited all of her friends over. Surprisingly their parents said sure will come. It turned out to be very nice. The adults talked while the kids created little skits. They stayed for a few hours. It was fun. Saturday getting the girls to clean up their room was a huge fight but eventually they did it. Took Rebel to her first soccer game of the season. They lost by a lot but Rebel scored the only two goals. Surprinsgly, as she mostly slowly moved around the field behind everyone else. I think one ball happened to bounce off of her into the goal :) Husband made my requested french onion soup. I put pringles on it - which is odd but amazing. We all love it. Today we did went to Bee's soccer game. Funny how kids get so much better as they age even without practice. I guess its natural motor skill development. Bee scored her teams only goal. Baby boy and rebel ran around Central Park enjoying the sunny weather. Then my husband took all three kids to the girls horseback riding lessons. Then onward to a state park. I relaxed and watched Dear Child. If you like thrillers I recommend it.

Friday Baby boy had his first of four evaluations. It went fine. He acted like himself as he always does. She thought he had autism and mentioned moving him to a special ed school with multiple (20-30) hours of individual therapy every week. A lot to take in. We are surprised. He's never had a yes answer to a single question on the autism screener. His regular OT has said she doesn't see it. We got back the private assessment we paid for and no mention of autism. That being said we are staying open to the idea. We def think he's not neurotypical we just assumed it was SPD with ADHD coming down the line. Both of which can def happen alongside autism. She said he had good eye contact with me but only some with her. She said he is "remarkably bright" and did very well on a pattern tests she gave him on her ipad. I know he didn't even finish the test because he's not the type to sit and answer questions when he can move around. When she threw a small football around with him he played catch with her three times but then started throwing up to himself. She said neurotypical kids would want to continue playing with her. I suspected he stopped playing because he's a great thrower but can't catch someone else's throw because he moves too much. Whereas, when he throws it up he can catch it. But who knows?? I'm also wondering if the diagnosis will help him out. I'm sure it will be easier to get therapy from insurance. In addition, I wonder if people will be nicer to him. Right now if I say sensory issues I assume people just think we didn't teach him to behave properly. But with autism people maybe more forgiving of his sensory issues. Anyway, I didn't question her. I knew that would make me look like a mom who doesn't want her kid to have a diagnosis. I'm happy with any label that will help him get what he needs. I def think he needs more services. I'm not sure 20-30 hours is it but will see once the final report comes in. We still have a speech eval, an OT and a PT eval. Then they have sixty days to give us a report with recommendations and set up an IEP meeting.

I'm glad we have the special ed consultant booked. I can ask the advantage/disadvantage of getting the diagnosis?? Plus, a million other things that I have rolling around my head. I spent a lot of time researching this weekend. I watched two documentaries about kids with autism. None of the kids were anything like baby boy but still interesting movies.

[th3p0rtalmaker]

Stressed, Mixed-Emotions Update:

So I haven't been super active for the past few days, because a LOT has been going on. My two months at the homeless shelter were up, but I'm still in the process of applying for disability pay and don't have a place of my own to live. Here's a summary of the past 4 days:

Kicked out of homeless shelter the day after Halloween - Spent that night in the ER waiting room (11-1-23)

Spent Thurs. night (11-2-23) at Waffle House - one of the workers from Horizon Behavioral Health bought me a meal, and also gave the night staff a large tip to let me stay at a table and drink coffee until morning (I didn't let myself fall sleep to make sure they wouldn't have a reason to kick me out)

Filled out HUD housing voucher application on Fri. with a social services worker at the Community Access Network (11-3-23)

While at Waffle House, I crossed paths with a friend who works at a hotel right next to Liberty University's campus; they got permission from their manager to put me in an un-rentable room (missing certain amenities but still livable) for Friday and Saturday night (11-3-23 thru 11-4-23)

I'm being supported by a handful of social service workers from Horizon and CAN, but they can't do anything for me outside of their work hours or during the weekend. Plus my city is woefully unequipped when it comes to resources for the homeless and struggling. So it's SUPER important that I'm currently able to stay in an un-rentable hotel room for free, and I'm hoping I'll be able to stay tomorrow night (Sunday) as well. On Wednesday and Thursday, the worker from Horizon and I went to the local Salvation Army to check for open cots (especially since the temp went down into the 20s on both nights.) Sadly the Salvation Army's shelter didn't have any cots open, but my name is on their waiting list. The earliest I can hope to receive a call about doing an intake meeting for an open cot will be next Monday (11-6-23), but there's no guarantee that there will be any openings by then. On Friday, as I said, I was able to fill out the housing voucher application from HUD, but it'll take up to 6 weeks for my application to get processed and (hopefully) approved. I'm also still in the process of applying for disability, which requires me to do a telehealth video call with a doctor to assess my disability. That video call is scheduled for Nov. 22, 2023. So, yeah...I'm going thru another really rough patch. Until now I've only spoken to a few people about it for support, cause I wasn't ready or stable enough to make a big update post. As always I'll put my Venmo and Paypal info at the end in case anyone has some spare money they wouldn't mind sending me. And don't think for one second I'm gonna stop writing my fanfic or making my fun video edits. (I need personal projects to keep me going, after all.)

Venmo: kmckenzie22 PayPal: RissaRooKangaQueen (Karissa McKenzie)

[thebookwormfairy]

What if Marinette and Adrien had an Adult (Part 2)

So been thinking about this for awhile. This is going to be a Maribat fic (Mostly found family, Daminette (eventually) Adrien x Jon Kent (they would be awesome together) Jason Todd x OFC (mentioned)). What if Selina took a note out of Bruce's book and adopted a little orphan of her own. What if she was close to Jason, what if she followed Dick and started the Teen Titans after losing Jason, and what if she eventually ended up in Paris saw Hawkmoth and these two kids doing their best and just went "mine now!". Well I guess we'll find out.

Masterlist

Prologue

Dusk welcomed the 2 young heros to her hideout

Kitty had bought this building when she first moved to Paris as a place to train in peace and a place for the Titans to hang out when they visited

Dusk: Welcome to Grande Falls or the unofficial name Titans' Falls!

Ladybug and Chat Noir looked in wonder at all the training equipment in the huge room that took up what looked to be two floors from the outside

Half the room was exercise equipment and the other half was filled with parkour equipment while the rafters had what look to be trapeze equipment

Chat Noir: Titans' Falls?

Dusk: Yep! I own this whole building and the Titans use it as a base for operations in France.

Ladybug *pointing up*: Is that trapeze stuff?

Dusk: Again yes, one of my friends is a trapeze artist and he taught me and I'm going to teach you. It'll help you in the field. I'll also going to be teaching you parkour and have y'all doing strength training. For now we're going to focus on your skills in the suits but as time goes on I want us to focus on your skills out of the suits too. But for now let's see what y'all can do in the suits, 10 laps around the gym right now!

The 2 younger heros have Dusk a solute before following orders

Dusk took her mother's approach to training

Be encouraging but tuff

After 2 hours of assessing their skills Dusk called for an end to training

Dusk: You did great tonight guys! Now head home and get to bed! We'll be doing out of suit practice Friday night at midnight. Wear exercise clothes and comfortable shoes.

Ladybug: shouldn't we do a patrol around the city to make sure everything is okay?

Dusk: I already patrolled for tonight and after that exercise you need rest not more work, but before I forget, these are for you

Dusk hand them 2 bright yellow Titans Communicators

Dusk: If you need me or each other you can call on this I already have all of our numbers programed into it, but I also have the number for the main Titans tower in it, just in case the worst is to happen you can still call for help.

Chat: Wow so cool!

Ladybug: Thank you Dusk for everything

Dusk rubbed the heads of the two teens affectionately

Dusk: Don't mention it kid, now off to bed the both of ya!

Once the 2 teens left Kitty tried to call Raven again to talk about the miraculous

Whenever she would try to talk about it, the feed would go static until she stop and it was like Raven completely forgot about their previous conversation until Kitty brought it up directly

It seemed that the miraculous or whoever was handing them out didn't want the information to leave Paris

So instead of getting information Kitty set up a safe word with the Titans that if they hear it they need to come to Paris ASAP and track the communicators and help the kids holding it

The safe words had to be something that people couldn't guess

Something that only she would use

The safe word was Pride and Prejudice

Kitty looked over to a well loved book that sat on her bedside table

She still remember the day she got that very book from...Jason

*Flashback*

Jason: Happy 16th Birthday KitKat!

Jason hugged Kitty from behind giving her a big kiss on the cheek

Kitty: Thank you, dork.

Jason: Aw and I thought we were past that darling. Enough of that! Time to open the present I got you.

The older boy handed over a small present

Kitty: Thank you Jason, but you know you didn't have to get me anything, you being here is enough, I feel like you're always on patrol or some case right now

Jason: I'll always make time for you. Now stop stalling and open your gift

Kitty did and inside was a copy of the book "Pride and Prejudice"

Kitty: I love this story, but I haven't read the book yet

Jason: Which is a crime! But I got you this book for another reason. This is our story. We started out with you hating me, while poor me fell in love at first sight and didn't know how to show it.

Kitty gave Jason a light shove at his dramatics

Jason: but we over came first impressions and became friends, then we became more than friends, and now I couldn't imagine my life without you Kitty. I know we're still young but I know you're it for me. I love you Kitty

Kitty: I love you too Jason

*Flashback End*

But it was more than just a book

Jason had made little notes in the margins for her

What he thought when he first saw her, his perspective on their interactions, and his thoughts on their future

Kitty couldn't bear to open the book now but she couldn't let it go either

It was the last thing she had of Jason and she wasn't willing to give it up

The next day Kitty was at her day job in the bakery when Marinette came storming in for lunch

Kitty: Whoa there firefly what's up? What's got you stomping around?

Marinette: Not only am I in class with Chloe again, but her friend Adrien is also in the class and he seems to be just as bad as her! He put gum on my chair today!

Kitty glanced towards the school and see a blond boy race out of the school and towards the bakery

Kitty: Did you see him put the gum on your chair or was he just standing over the gum

Marinette: Well I didn't exactly see him do it, but knowing Chloe I doubt people who call her a friend are much better

Kitty: I don't know mean people don't usually go out of their way to explain themselves

Marinette: But he hasn't!

Kitty: But it looks like he's about you

Adrien did come to apologize and explain that he was just trying to get the gum off her chair not put it on

That lunch period Marinette and Adrien struck up a strong friendship

The laughed and talked about the fashion world with Kitty interjecting every now and then but mostly just enjoying the conversation between the two teens

Outside the bakery an old man and the Turtle kwami stood and watch the trio laugh and joke

Wayzz: It seems like the holders have found a mentor mastor

Fu: Maybe that's a good thing. The holders are still very young and they could use some guidance. I cannot reveal myself until our enemy does, so until then Ms. Kyle seems to be doing a fine job for now.

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[medieval-canadian]

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first day of teaching went..... well it went, lmao.

showed up to the department to get my print card and (shared) office key. tried to find said office, to no avail. slapped a few changes on the reading schedule, tried to figure out if there was somewhere nearby/easy access where i could print copies (idk why but i assumed there would be.... a dept printer/copier???? but it seems like..... there's not?), also to no avail. figured it's fine, i'll just share it on the screen and bring print copies on friday.

walked all the way around the building our room is in bc the door looked like an employee entrance or something, then finally went in and walked in the wrong direction (which is fine, i located the washrooms). turned around and walked back through a small crowd to poke my head into the room to see what they were waiting for (it was me, they were waiting for me. i forgot undergrads do that at the start of term).

i walked in, looked around like, wtf???? because this room is clearly designed for theatre classes--it's even got black velvet curtains all the way around its weird possibly circular shape. i'm not sure of the shape bc i was too distracted by the fact that there didn't seem to be ANY kind of pc or console where i could either connect my laptop or pull up a copy of it, and didn't see any clear indication of a projector screen, either (turns out its way up to fuck high and painted black, so no wonder i didn't spot it). so i wound up writing out some of the key details of the syllabus on the whiteboard (course code & title, my name, required texts, and the assessment breakdown).

hopefully they don't think too poorly of me now, lmao. i also had to ask if i'm supposed to let them out early. the answer is no, *uni* actually builds "passing time" into their scheduling system--brilliant and revolutionary--and it also turned out that i had noted the course end time wrong, lol. a student also informed me that one of the required texts is actually available as an ebook at the library, so that's good! wish i'd thought to check that myself though :')

one fun thing, though, is that one of the students who came up to me after class asked "do you know a patricia *shared lastname*?" and i was like, yeah dude she's my aunt! and he goes, "i had her in high school. she was awesome." so that was a cool lil coincidence!

then i wound my way to the library to check things out, and ended up sitting on a bench in a lobby-type area on the third floor to make more changes to the reading schedule (to make it slightly less insane) and finally post it to the course website. we're meeting again on friday and by they i will have printed some copies of the syllabus and also the instructions for their group presentation assignment!

[giraffenbichler]

On Friday before Willingen I drew Tommy and gave the drawing to him on Saturday after the competition. The situation was then that I was looking for him, walked around and then one of my friends called me and said “Look, Tommy is here!”. My heart almost exploded, I could hardly breathe because I was kind of scared about the upcoming situation. I gathered all my courage and said when he came by: “Thomas?” He literally stared into my eyes, smiled slightly and answered: “Do you like to take a photo or? I have to go for an interview. I’ll come back after it, okay?” Luckily he stayed because I told him “No I don’t only mean a photo. So the fact is that I drew you. Hopefully you don’t have a problem with the slightly softened paper on the bottom but you know that it’s rainy today. And yes I want to give you this drawing.” I smiled at him and felt a bit insecure because I wasn’t sure about this situation but then something happened I never dared to dream of in my entire life. He stared again in my eyes with his ones shining brightly like the sun, almost laughed like a happy little child but still smiled and answered “That’s really nice! Thank you!” and even shook my hand! I was absolutely overwhelmed as well as relieved then. Tommy actually loved to see that and the drawing made him happy because he reacted like he didn’t seem to have expected a fan giving him something.

Later when the interview was done he sadly forgot to come back to the place where I stood and gave him the drawing. I have to add that he’s actually a dreamy person but I went to him and asked him: “Thomas?” and he suddenly reminded. “Oh the photo! Yes.” I put down my phone and we did a photo. I answered politely, smiled and thanked him for taking his time for that. He answered with a “Thank you” and smile on his face and went away.

Surprisingly it was the second photo and meeting within a month because I have already met him in Innsbruck. It was the first time for me taking a photo with him then and talking to him ever. I could have met him actually earlier. Already in Garmisch-Partenkirchen on 1st January, 2023 but then I was always too scared. Like before and after Garmisch-Partenkirchen and Innsbruck because I couldn’t judge him in his kind somehow. Even once before Willingen, exactly two days ago, I suffered another panic attack. But suddenly it was gone. Better to say in that situation when we took a photo together in Willingen then. I’d never thought about feeling safe and comfortable around him but I think that I somehow got to know him better with this situation or was finally able to assess him better. Funnily it was not only his mimics what made me recognising this and but also his voice. It is almost completely different than the one in videos and tv. Not that loud, not that raspy. But as deep as there. But what is making his voice now sounding incredibly comfortable? I guess that the main characteristics are the gentleness, warmth and calmness of it. When you listen to him in real life you maybe just feel safe. And even more when you see his consistently happy face. I immediately thought about it after that situation in Willingen. As well as the fact he has to be even more a great coach if he also behaves in this way towards his athletes and coach colleagues. Honestly, I was absolutely like: “Protect him at all costs.”

What I can say for me now is that I actually miss him and I’m looking forward to meet him again at the next competition I’ll visit. But sadly I don’t know yet when it will happen.

[ramonaflow]

Sending it back 😘

What are five things that make you happy???

My eldest son has settled into his new job really well. I was very anxious about it because he's very anxious so it's so great.

It's my youngest's birthday on Friday. He's too old to celebrate with us - I think he's going to the aquarium with his friend- but we will be having cake.

My niece is booked in to have a c-section on Thursday and I'm not usually a baby person but I'm very excited for her. She has the sweetest kids.

I finally have my eye appointment on Thursday to be assessed for laser surgery. I had cataract surgery in September that went wrong and it needs fixing.

Thursday is a good day. After my eye appointment, I'm going to the beach. I haven't been in ages so I can't wait.

Thank you for asking ❤️🥰