#or the ball dropping on a cloudy night

[netherzon]

Alfred F Jones weeps when he thinks about light pollution

[jpnriikicore]

── scotty doesn’t know

paring stiles stilinski x mccall!reader, word count 548, genre kinda suggestive, ( masterlist )

scott can’t find out. you’ve somehow managed to hide a big secret from your brother. you’ve been secretly dating his best friend, stiles now for a couple months without scotty knowing. he would freak if he found out that his baby sister was dating his best friend because of his rule "my sister is off limits" that scott made up in middle school after stiles looked at you for "a bit too long" for his liking.

you just wanted a moment where you could be together intimately and not get caught. so, the best you could do in a spur of the moment on a sunday night was in the middle of a empty parking lot. since stiles dad is home and, so was scott with alison in his bedroom doing god knows what.

stiles turned his key, turning his jeeps engine off. you balled up his flannel in a fist drawing him closer to your lips into a desperate kiss. it wasn’t a want at this point it was a need. it was a craving that needed to be fulfilled.

stiles didn’t hesitate as his hand reached up to your jaw, cradling it and bringing you closer. your hand slipped down to under his shirt your fingertips dancing over his skin.

stiles disconnected his lips from yours, so that he could kiss down your neck. he made sure to leave marks that was definitely going to be visible and hard to cover up for school the next day, but that was your last concern at the moment. your head tilted back to give him more access. your hand now finding a place in his hair tugging at the roots drawing a muffled whine from him.

"backseat, l-lets go to the backseat." a whine falls from your mouth.

your shirts discarded in the front seats as you followed him climbing over the console to the backseat. your hands exploring each other bodies in desperation and desire. out of desperation he tugs at your jeans without breaking the kiss. he fumbles with the button before quickly abandoned them in the floor of the jeep.

he grabbed your thigh rubbing smoothing circles with his thumb. every single touch seemed to set fire to your skin and a chill up your spine. his hand rested on the car door pulling away from your lips to catch his breathe. you take a moment to adore the beauty of the man in front of you. the soft lighting that lit his features. the moles scattered across his face. his brown eyes. gosh, he was too perfect. if anyone asked you the definition of what is perfect he would be the first one to pop into your mind.

the sound of heavy breathing and the melody of "scotty doesn’t know" that played on the radio was heard in the jeep.

his head dropped in the crook of your neck pressing a gentle kiss on your skin. your hand reaching down to unbutton his jeans as he brings you into a heated kiss once again.

"my brother can’t know." you mumbled against his lips. his agreement was muffled as he was too focused on you to think about anything else especially an actually answer. he’s mind was too cloudy and hazy.

scotty doesn’t know.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2023

[trash-monkey]

Isekai: The world of Tenby

The wind blows hard as the blue moon shins brightly in the cloudy night sky causing the already freezing temperature to drop a little more as the dry snow on the ground is pushed around like sand but somewhere far off in a room of ancient and unknown is where a figure sits on their knees on the stone cold floor with their eyes closed as if they don't even notice the coldness of it, the figure is that of a young looking man that appears to be in his twenties as longish snow white hair rest elegantly on his head and looks to the softest to the touch. His posture is strong with muscles but at the same time so feminine with leanness and his skin it that of the most healthiest one has ever seen with pink tones, peach colored lipstick and eyeshadow adores his face. The clothes he wears looks to be made by the most gifted hands, his shirt fits him tightly as it has a black collar that stops in the middle of his neck with a real plate of gold at the base of it as it holds elegant craves while more gold travel up the front of the neck and circle around the top of the fabric, the shirts front holds two colors both white and black as the top is white as it ends in a arrow that points up and curves at the bottom of his biceps while the rest of the shirt is black and points down into his black skintight and smooth fitting pants, the shirt has no sleeves as it stops at the end of his shoulders and down to show his under arms as the left arm is cover in black skintight fabric that ends at his wrist and wraps around his middle finger allowing his palm and other fingers to show as the top of it begins at his forearm while his right arm is also covered in a black skintight fabric but it begins a under his elbow and cover his whole right hand.

Slowly his eyes open to show glowing golden eyes that hold powers beyond belief as under the shining blue moon in the winter land a purple swirling ball comes into existence which it twisted and turns fast as it grows bigger until it's the size of a boulder, suddenly it stopped as if time has stopped itself and with a cracking roar it splits opens with blinding lights only for it to disappears seconds later as if it never existed in the first place as the only evidence of it is a body laying prone in the soft snow wearing clothing that is strange to this world but not suitable for the cold weather.

"What?" The guy laying in the snow gasped after slowly opening his eyes only to shoot up onto his feet in panic and look around wildly only to see what seems to be a endless winter land all around, his body shivers at the coldness of the air which he warps his arms around himself trying to warm up before noticing a dim light in the distance and slowly he push himself to walk to it. By the time he gets to the source of the light to see a little tent his feet feels so numb along with his body which he unwilling collapse into the snowy ground in front of the opening of the tent although he's unconscious he's breathing heavily, old withered feet uncaring of the coldness of the snow steps into it from the opening of the small tent to stroll the short distance to the guy laying in the snow and old withered but firm hands easily pick him up into their surprisingly strong arms to carry into the tent.

"Oh, your finally awake!" A face full of wrinkles with a open smile that has missing teeth pops into my vision after opening my eyes only to see blurry colors but after blinking a few times to get them focused to see a unfamiliar ceiling hanging over me.

"Sit and listen, I'll explain everything." The old man crosses his legs as he sits a little way from me as I go to sit up and he holds up a hand when I went to ask questions.

"What you see now is not the real me as this plane of existence can not handle the power that comes with my true form so I have to use a vessel when wanting to visit, for who I am and where you are? This world is Tenby and I'm it's god, Naaji. You may not remember but you have passed from your world so you can't go back to it and I have brought you here to replace me as this world has already forgotten about me so I don't hold much power to it anymore, it's time for a new god to rise but you must first journey through this world and it won't be easy also Tenby holds many things you may recognize as it's a combination of worlds that already exist." I stare at my lap in shock at not only I've been brought to a new world and can't go back to my previous one but I have dead and I'm going to become a god, the god let's us sit in silence for a while to let me progress the information he had just given me.

"But you aren't starting empty handed." He stands up to hand me a few things after grabbing them.

"Two simple pairs of clothes......." As he says the clothes are just some simple clothing to help me blend in as I don't have to wander around in my PJs now.

"A simple pack that comes with a tent, one pot, and a single bed roll......" It's a simple leather pack although it's empty right now except for the small pot and I guess the dark green roll on top is the tent while the soft brown cloth on the bottom is the bed roll.

"And one blessing from me which only you can see." He snaps his fingers immediately causing a golden screen to appear in the air which my eyes widen at.

Tent

Lvl: Backpacker

Points: 0

Inner comforts:....

Outer comforts:....

Other Comforts:....

Complications:....

"What's that look for?" Naaji asked when I give him a deadpan expression.

"A point system?"

'Like any another Isekai there's always some type of system given by some god or goddess...'

"Well, a god-to-be's journey have to be full of unexpected twists and plus I like the concept of it from what I have read from your world's books." Naaji played with his fingers as if he told some big secret which only deepen my deadpan expression.

'..... Of course he's a weeb'

"Hey, stop giving me that look! Fine, if you don't want it then I'll just take the blessing back then!" He goes to snap his fingers again which I immediately stopped.

"Please no! I'm sorry!" I cried out while shooting from the bed roll I was laying in to hold his fingers apart to keep his fingers from snapping, he blinks in surprise at the sudden closeness.

'I probably won't be able to survive without it...'

"Okay..." He gently push me back out of his personal space so I sit on the floor with him instead of returning to the bed roll.

"The blessing I have given to you is called the Eyes Of Fortune which your eyes will give off a glow when looking at it so others can tell when you're using it."

'With the upgrades to the tent seems like I'm meant to be on the move all the time'

"But what if I went to settle down in some town?" I mumbled to myself as I look through the many options for the tent that it has at it's current level.

"You can if you wish so I only made the tent a special item in case you want to be on the move a lot, you can even make your own town for all I care as long as you replace me in the end!" Naaji waves his hand nonchalantly when he heard my mumbled question.

"Wait, special item?" I question when I finally process what he just said.

"Yeah, there's all kinds of special items I have made throughout the centuries though I don't know if they still exist but since you have the Eyes Of Fortune blessing you can use them if you find any of them." This information gets me thinking.

"Does this blessing only work with special items? If so how am I meant to replace you if there's no way to strength myself beyond my human possibilities? What if I don't to replace you!?"

"If you truly don't want to take my place then I'll just send you back to your afterlife and for the strength, why should I tell you when you'll find out anyway?" He gives a smirk at the end and let me progress this.

"This is a once in a million chance to new start to live the way I always wanted to....." I trail off while staring at my lap which Naaji nods right as I start getting doubts.

"But what if I go evil in the end? Will you cut me down?" I question about the possibilities of my future.

"You might do so but light can not shine without the darkness as death can not live without life, if it turns out that way I'll bring another soul here to be that light if that happens." I give a nod as that settles most of my doubts.

"I'll pour you some hot water for a nice bath!" Naaji stand up from the floor knowing I need some time to myself to think everything over of what I have just learned.

'a nice hot bath sounds nice'

After a few minutes of waiting Naaji comes back and I follow him to a small secluded part of the tent after grabbing one of the pairs of clothes he has given me to see a wooden tub with steaming water inside waiting for me which Naaji gives me a kind smile before shutting the curtain as he goes, I undress from my PJs before giving a sigh in pleasure when sliding into the hot water chase away chill that had settle deep in my bones and I lean my head back to stare at the ceiling of the tent. The old man stares blankly at the fire inside the lantern while taking a buff now and then from the worn smoking pipe as he seats on the floor in silence, the withered faded green eyes glows a light golden color from the god within as smoke roll from the cracked lips.

'This old man is the last that remembers me, the last host I can use to visit this plain of existence, and the last of a quickly fading age of this world'

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@happyface002 @it-veries023

[69bitterbeingz]

IF YOU'RE GONNA BE DUMB || CH. 9

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DISCLAIMER: This is a reupload from my prev account! best to follow the fic through ao3 [linked below] to avoid any future issues PAIRINGS - johnny knoxville, bam margera, steve-o, chris pontius, ryan dunn x female reader WARNINGS - swearing, drinking, injury

ao3 version

The moon floated in the cloudy night sky like a coin in inky black water, stars barely peeking through the haze like drops of milk. Big Ben’s spire pierced through the veil, and when the camera panned down, a man– no, creature , howled in the lonely streets, his hands raised towards the stars. 

“This has got to be the dumbest one yet.”

“Dumber than getting thrown around like a football?” Johnny replied, laughing incredulously at your remark; you shook your head.

“No no , that’s a totally different breed of dumb. This is just…” You trailed off, then gestured at Chris, gleefully sprinting down the road in a hoodie and wolf mask. “Look at him.”

“C’mon, don’t be a fuckin’ killjoy.” Steve-O teased, nudging your ribs a little harder than you expected and making you jolt. With a jab back at his ribs, you smiled.

“I can call it stupid and still enjoy it.”

It was hardly even a stunt, simply an excuse to run around like a knob and weird people out, and all of you followed along like giggling kids. Some shots were a bit of a hassle - should’ve known that popping out at people on a late night tube would tempt some wanker to take a swing at Chris, but you all managed to escape just as the carriage doors opened, so no harm no foul. Besides, you bet these guys have been in worse scraps. To be honest, out of all the stunts the lot of you had filmed over your time in England, this was by far your favourite. No cringeworthy accidents, nothing totally disgusting or grim, just running around like headless chickens while Chris howled for all he was worth. It was just lighthearted fun, and a great way to close out your shoot. Even you got involved, although… not knowingly . You were distracted settling a debate with Steve-O [“you can smoke damn near anything, trust me, i have” “yeah but smoking incense like a cigarette can not be good for you”] when his expression suddenly changed from neutral to a shitty smirk. Before you had time to question what the hell he was so smiley about, you were literally swept off your feet. You screamed, as whoever had you in the bridal carry howled like a mad man; at least it was obvious who it was long before he had reached the park, giggling in a very un- wolflike way.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You asked, a little breathless as you clung to the front of his hoodie - you really wished he wasn’t wearing that shitty wolf mask, the low light of the street lamps made it look genuinely freaky. 

Chris chuckled, putting on a darker tone this time. “ You’re fresh meat.” Though the ‘intimidating’ voice didn’t last long, as he broke back into a dopey giggle. When he finally ran back to the crew and put you down, you promised yourself to watch your back more vigilantly in the future. With that little escapade, everyone decided you had enough footage of Chris jumpscaring poor passers-by, the executive decision was made for celebration drinks in a bar near Tower Bridge. Tremaine was nice enough to get the first couple rounds for everyone, toasting the crew for their hard work on the past few months of shooting; he then turned to Johnny, Chris and Steve-O to make a special mention: “takes balls to do the dumb shit you guys put yourselves through.”

“Hear hear!”

Down the hatch, let the good times roll. Sure, you drank every night here, but this really did feel special, a joy and undeniable relief that everyone felt with the end of filming. The only thing was that you wish truly everyone was here to celebrate it too - despite not knowing Dave and Ehren that well, they deserved to be here much more than you believed you did. Not to mention Bam and Ryan… you stared into the bubbling liquid in your pint glass as the thought arose. Shit, you really missed them. You haven’t even been gone that long and you missed them. It was great being here with Johnny, Chris and Steve-O, but you couldn’t shake that feeling of an important piece of the puzzle being missing. You raised your glass to your lips and wondered what they were doing right now…?

You should ring Bam...

“Hey, what you staring into space for?” 

You raised your eyebrows in surprise at the tipsy Chris now sitting next to you. Wait, where did everyone else go? Your head darted around, noting how the group had splintered off into different parts of the bar - you must’ve been so wrapped in drinking and thinking that you hadn’t noticed them all go. 

“Huh… don’t know. How long was I out for?”

“Oh, dunno really, I was caught up with some guy. Anyway, you looked like you were thinkin’ too hard so I came over to get us some drinks. Wanna do shots?”

You quirked an embarrassed smile, letting your preoccupations slip out of your head. “Sure, get whatever you want, I’ll pay.”

“Oho! Well if you insist~ ” He giggled coyly, twirling his shoulder-length hair around his finger before turning to the bartender with his order. As he chatted, you lingered on the outline of his profile, the way his nose curved into his lips and other poetic nonsense. You never noticed how cute his nose actually was, it complimented his face nicely. Not that his face really needed complimenting, it was pretty damn great already. Then there was his pretty hair, slightly curly and hanging a little ways past his ears - it was long enough to run your fingers through and catch the knots. It suited him well.

Oh no, the booze was getting you all sappy .

You squinted at your beer for a second, as if to scold it, then quickly decided you didn’t give a shit

“You gonna grow it out?”

“Huh?” Chris asked, tilting his head to the side slightly like a confused puppy as he pushed your shot in front of you. You motioned to his head.

“Your hair, I mean it’s already kinda grown out but, like, gonna grow it out s’more? Get real hippy dippy?”

“Oh… yeah, I was thinking about it.” He seemed caught off guard, shifting on his stool. A little hazy eyed, you nodded, face unreadable.

“...Your hair’s nice, soft. I hope you grow it out. Hippy dippy looks good on you.”

For a moment he just blinked at you, but a grin soon split his cheeks, and if you looked a little closer [or were a little less drunk] you would’ve noticed the splash of red that started to stain across the bridge of his nose. 

“What a charmer! Your hair’s nice, too - really nice, actually. Hope you let me comb through it again.” 

You smiled bashfully, bumped your shot glasses together with a ‘clink’ and knocked back the pair of snakebites. Burning, tinged with the citrus of lime juice, but it felt good going down, and Chris’s warm smile only served to soothe that burn. His eye twinkled mischievously as he watched you set the shot glass back down with a heavy hand.

“Wanna do another?”

The two of you got caught in your own world for god knows how long, chatting about who the fuck cares and getting totally shitfaced. You didn’t remember the last time you felt so light - it’s always so easy with Chris, he’s such a calming presence. At one point in the night you told him he reminded you of a capybara, and he drunkenly laughed and said you reminded him of a deer. You pulled a face and asked him why the hell are you a deer? And he said, “ No it totally makes sense. You’re this pretty, flighty thing but you got antlers and they fuckin’ hurt when you use them. Also, when you get surprised you get this cute wide-eyed look.” There were no further questions, you were busy downing your drink to quell the fuzzy feeling in your chest.

It could’ve been minutes or hours the two of you spent talking, but it couldn’t last forever. You were far gone, but you were with it enough to notice raised voices near down the other end of the bar. You furrowed your eyebrows, ignoring Chris mid sentence as you leaned to the side to look around him and see what the big deal was, only to see Steve-O jabbing his finger at a much larger bloke’s chest. 

“Shit.”

“What?” Chris turned to see what you were looking at. “Ah shit. ”

To Chris’ surprise, Steve-O didn’t even seem to be the aggressor this time - the stranger, clearly wasted off his fucking nut, had a demeanour like a rabid dog, shoulders hunched over and shoving at Steve’s shoulder. Instinctively, your face screwed up in distaste as you watched it unfold, tensions rising when the guy grabbed Steve by the front of his shirt. Like you were on autopilot, you got up from your stool and marched over, ignorant to Chris’ slurred questions and your unsteady feet.

You knew damn well Steve-O can take care of himself, but to be entirely honest, this wasn’t for him. You were pissed in both senses of the word, and this was what you wanted to do.

“Mind your fucking business!” You barked, yanking the guy by the back of his shirt to get his attention. He looked over his shoulder, but didn’t pay you much more mind. Alright dick, as if you were gonna get ignored like that. You looped round, wedging yourself in between him and Steve and started pushing at the strangers chest. “Hey asshole fuckin’ look at me! I said mind your fucking business! ”

“The fuck ‘s this?” He asked, shoving you back by the shoulder like he did Steve. “Your fuckin’ bird stickin’ her neck out for you?”

“‘M not a fuckin’ bird shit for brains.”

“The fuck does he mean ‘ bird ’?” Steve asked nobody in particular, because right now your tunnel vision was set on the random man twice your size.

“Stop yapping and get the fuck out of my way, dizzy cunt.” The stranger spat, moving to push past you but you threw your entire weight into his front, managing to knock him back.

“I'll show you a dizzy cunt you fuckin’ bell end!”

You jammed your boot into his shins as hard as you could, and though it knocked you off balance, you steadied yourself in time to catch him wincing. However, it didn’t nearly have the effect you hoped. What followed happened too fast for you to really catch on - one second you were on your feet, the next your head hit the sticky bar floor, hot pain starting to radiate across your face and the taste of metal arising in your mouth as the edges of your vision started to black out. The stranger was ushered out by security - no matter the fact you were the little shit starter, if security sees a big guy knock someone out, they’re gonna be the one getting kicked out. Just before you totally blacked out, some familiar concerned faces crowded around you, and it kinda reminded you of when you wiped out on that ramp the first time you met them all, especially when Knoxville said,

“ Shit, [Y/n] you good? How’s your head?”

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Ugh…Wow… 

Your head really fucking hurts.

You don’t know who you are, where you are, anything really, but you could be sure of that much.

Your head really really fucking hurts.

Well, that and one other thing you noticed - the distant sound of people talking, maybe in a hallway? If you opened your eyes you could probably figure it out, but you didn’t really feel like it right now. In fact, considering the way you felt right now, you didn’t want to move for a million years. Which is saying something, since whatever you were lying on was pretty uncomfortable, starchy and stiff, nothing like your sheets at home. So, you could rule out home. One step closer to solving the mystery. You could hear other sounds nearer to you, things like coughing or hushed conversation; if you put in the effort, you could just about make it out. Something full of jargon, sounded professional. Well that’s just confusing, why would you be asleep somewhere professional? Through the thin skin of your eyelids, you could also tell there was a lot of bright light, light that’d probably hurt when and if you decide to open up. Looking forward to that. Bet that’ll do wonders for your head. Despite your hesitation, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get much more information without using all of your senses, so begrudgingly, you opened your eyes.

“ Jesus! ” You jolted at the unexpected presence of a man in hospital scrubs standing right next to you. The initial spike of your heart rate soon calmed as he looked at you with confusion; your expression was purely disgruntled. “Do you just… hang around like that? Waiting to jumpscare unconscious people?” He didn’t respond, simply picked up a telephone receiver on the bedside table and made a succinct message. You started to look around, eyebrows furrowed and eyes twitchy every time a certain movement made your head hurt. “Why aren’t I at the bar? Why am I in a hospital?”

“Your friends brought you into A&E about two hours ago, apparently you were knocked unconscious in a fight.”

You sucked the air through your teeth, reaching up to massage your throbbing temple.

“Shit, again? Man, I’ve gotta stop doing this, can’t be good for my head…”

“Not the first time then?”

“Well, first time getting my shit kicked in by a dude, I think. Unless I just don’t remember.” 

The nurse hummed, he seemed concerned, but ultimately didn’t ask any more questions. He pottered around a bit, checking your blood pressure and heart rate only for it to come back pretty normal, if on the low side. All the while, the painkillers he gave you started to kick in. 

“Hey uh… don’t know your name…”

“Nurse is fine.”

“Impersonal, alright, anyway you said I came here two hours ago? Was I really out that whole time?”

“Actually, when you came in you were conscious, but you fell asleep in the waiting room, and that was a concern due to the possibility of a brain injury.”

At least you weren’t knocked out for that whole time… you started to pick at your hospital wristband, noticing the dried blood stains on your shirt as you looked down. The wristband was kinda cool the more you looked at it, maybe you could laminate it and keep it as a bracelet or something… then when you craned your head up again, you were alone. Huh, no goodbye? Probably a pretty busy guy if he’s working A&E, you didn’t mind hanging out on your own for a bit; in fact, you could probably do with some solitude.

Well too bad, you weren’t getting any.

“Found ‘er.”

Following the familiar gravelly voice came Steve-O’s head ducking through the hospital room doorway. 

“Oh, hey. Did they not tell you where I was?”

“Didn’t even let us follow you, dude.” Steve-O complained, taking a seat next to the hospital bed. “Fuckin’ weak, dunno why they rushed you off like that.”

“Probably ‘cuz of my bad brains.” You flicked your own forehead for emphasis, but just caused a twinge of pain in the process. Steve-O shrugged, leaning his arms on his thighs so he was a bit closer to you.

“You’re fine, bet you’ve gotten worse.” He trailed off for a second, staring at his shoes then back at you. “Why’d you get in between us like that?”

“Eh, don’t know. Had a lot to drink, wanted to piss somebody off… didn’t think he’d actually take a swing though.”

“All bark, huh?”

“No way I have bite, kicked the guy in the fuckin’ shins. He was being an ass anyway, deserved it.”

Steve-O smiled, not the impish one you’re used to but something softer. “...Thanks. That was pretty cool of you.”

You stalled for a second, but settled for mirroring his smile. “Don’t mention it.”

“ [Y/n]!”

Enter, Johnny and Chris. Chris wasted no time coming right up to your bedside. “Dude, did he scramble your brains?”

“Yeah, don’t even remember your name, Chris.”

Chris snickered, but he seemed preoccupied by something. “I, uh… I feel kinda bad about the whole thing, I should’ve held you back or something. I don’t know why I didn’t, it just–”

“If it makes you feel any better, I literally wouldn’t let you stop me.” You assured, shrugging nonchalantly, and he managed to crack a smile.

“Still, sorry.”

You rolled your eyes and ruffled his hair it might’ve been an excuse to touch his hair again . “You’re too soft for your own good, y’know.”

“Jeez, you’d think they’d at least clean the blood offa ya, you look a mess.” Johnny commented, coming up on the other side of your bed to get a good look at you. He looked around for a second, then reached for the box of tissues he spotted.

“There’s blood ? Seriously? But my nose doesn’t hurt..”

“I think the guy had rings on or something, gave you a gash on your cheek.” Steve-O explained, scratching at his left cheek as if to demonstrate. 

“Eh, don’t worry about it, I gotcha.” Johnny assured, dipping a tissue into a glass of water enough to wet it but not have it break apart; his free hand cupped your cheek, warm and directing so he could keep your head facing him, and with a gentler hand than you thought him able, started to dab at the dried blood on your face. Sure, it still hurt , after sitting on your skin so long he had to scrub at some parts, but it was relaxing nonetheless. He let out little ‘sorry’ s every time you winced or hissed, and all too soon, it was over. Without thinking, your head followed his hand as he released your face, chasing the warmth of his palm, and to your relief he didn’t bother to mention it.

“There, now we’re even.”

“Nurse Knoxville.” You teased, resting your arms in your now folded lap as Steve-O and Chris chuckled.

“He’d be a shit nurse.” Steve-O snarked, followed by Chris.

“Bet he can’t pull off the outfit like I can.”

“Real nurses don’t even wear that skimpy shit, look–” Johnny motioned to the nurse stood in the doorway, staring disapprovingly at the group. “ That’s what they actually wear.”

“You shouldn’t be in here.” Your nurse said bluntly, fully entering the room. The guys all brushed him off.

“Nah, ‘s okay, we know her.” Chris assured, as if that was the issue.

“That doesn’t matter, only immediate family’s allowed. We’re not sure of her condition yet.”

“Aw c’mon , look at her, she’s fine.” Steve-O insisted, but the nurse wasn’t going to be convinced as he started to usher Steve out of the shitty plastic chair he was sat in. 

“Really, I’m fine, we’ve gotta go catch a flight anyway so–”

“I really wouldn’t advise that. We’d like to keep you overnight so we can monitor your condition–” The nurse was interrupted by a beeping in his pocket; he pulled out a pager, took one quick glance, then heaved a heavy sigh. “There’s something I need to tend to… can you hang on for ten minutes?”

You nodded, so he swiftly left. Busy, busy man.

Johnny whistled, playing with his hands as he turned back to you. “You don’t have to give ‘em your insurance info or anything?”

“Nope, free healthcare.”

“Great, let’s get you out of this miserable li’l matchbox.”

You weren’t going to argue, you had shit to do. Lucky they didn’t put you in one of those paper-y hospital gowns because you really didn’t feel like staying longer than you absolutely had to. Once Johnny helped you over the metal railing of the hospital bed and Chris picked up your jacket, you hightailed it out of that A&E room before any nurse could stop you. It was still dark when you made it outside, but clearly nearing daylight, as that deep navy started to lighten to an ultramarine blue. You always liked that stage of the night sky, thought it was so pretty when everything was bathed in that hazy blue glow. The rental car was pulled up in front of the hospital entrance so you were all able to pile in as quickly as possible, then off you went on the way home. 

Flashes of street lights flitted past the car window, and you watched as the cityscapes changed and flowed. A tug at your hospital wristband caught your attention, and you turned to Chris.

“Gonna keep it?”

You hummed and gazed at it again. “...Yeah, looks cool.”

With all your fondness for Chris, you hoped you weren’t sitting next to him on the plane back.

[marvelmusing]

Have you heard “FU in my head” by Cloudy June?? 👀 I definitely feel like that song could inspire a mood or drabble of some sort 🙃

I hadn’t heard the song before but omg I love it, and I have so many ideas based on it!!!

Like imagine meeting Billy through some of your friends, and you’re so flustered and intimidated by him. He thinks you’re sweet and innocent, and he has no idea that you think about him at night when you touch yourself.

Sliding your shoes off, you cast them aside before making your way to your bedroom. It doesn’t take you long to run through your nightly routine, removing your make up and clothing and get ready for bed.

Soon, you’re sliding under your covers, the cool sheets soon warming as your body settles down on the mattress. As the night had drawn to a close, your eyes had been heavy with a need for sleep, but now you were in bed your fatigue had evaporated.

With sleep evading you, your mind falls back to the evening. You had met up with Maria, who had brought along her husband Frank, and of course, his friend Billy. Billy Russo.

A small sigh falls from your lips at the thought of Billy. So charming and handsome. His dazzling smile, easy banter, and flirty remarks that never fail to fluster you. Tonight he had been wearing a dark blue shirt that had clung delightfully tight against his skin, along with some black jeans that hugged him in all the right areas.

Your mind focuses intently on Billy. His perfectly slicked back hair, his dark eyes, the way he runs his tongue over his teeth after he smirks. A soft groan catches in your throat as you shift your hips. You settle your hands against your waist, before sliding them under your shirt to squeeze at your breasts.

You can’t help but imagine the thought of bringing Billy home tonight. Of him pushing you down onto your bed, before following you quickly, his lips chasing yours. Tugging his shirt off, pulling his jeans and boxers down in one motion. You can imagine him beside you under the covers, his hands trailing up your body.

Dipping your fingers under the waistband of your panties, it isn’t hard to picture Billy’s finger tracing along your wet pussy. Your head drops back onto your pillow as you slide your finger slowly over your entrance. You bite down on your lip, trying to stay quiet, and a harsh blush coats your face and neck at the thought of moaning Billy’s name.

A small whimper escapes your throat at the thought of Billy finding out what you’re doing. His filthy smirk, his eyes raking down your body.

“Poor baby, so desperate for me she has to rub her pussy all by herself, hm?”

A broken moan spills from your lips, and your finger circles your aching clit at the thought of him teasing you. As far as Billy is aware, you’re a shy girl that wears pretty dresses and makes sensible decisions. Not the kind to imagine him fucking you in the bar restroom. Not the kind to cum over your fingers at the thought of running your tongue down his cock.

“You gonna scream for me sweetheart? Gonna make a mess of your panties just from thinking about me?”

If only you knew, that in quiet of his empty penthouse, Billy was thinking about you too. Thinking of your delicate fingers curled around his cock, your pretty painted nails as your thumb circles his balls. Pastel yellow nails, the same colour as the sundress you had worn when you bumped into Billy in the park the other day - when he’d wanted to flip up the flowing skirt and press a trail of kisses along your thighs.

He gets off on your innocence. Your pretty clothes, and sweet doe eyes. The shy smile on your face when he teases you.

If only he knew, how often you fucked him in your head.

(I also had another idea based on this that is from the same AU as my stalker!reader drabble so I might be writing something like that soon)

[songofpolaris]

Fireflies fear too | J.P.

-> pairing; james potter x reader

-> warnings; death is a big topic, panic attack, angsty, comfort?

-> word count; 800+

-> a/n; hi angels, so a new fic. two fics within a week? who the fuck am i. no but this is kinda angsty nbewf idk what it is. it's supposed to be the day before Halloween in case you don't get that from the story so do with that info what you will. love you and i hope you enjoy this, please reblog if you do <3

It’s hard. It’s always been hard. Living, breathing, loving. There’s no peace to find in it yet. It’s all just running and jumping and hiding from god knows what. It’s all tears and hurt. 

But hiding is the hardest. The hiding from everything and everyone. 

You and James have been hiding together with your baby now for exactly 364 days. 

It started on Halloween, 1980. A pale, white skinned, snake-like man decided that you were his most important target. Or that your baby was. Some glass ball told him so and he went with it. The three of you being the victim of his hunger for power. For no reason other than those that came with a cloudy mist trapped in glass. Which got you here.

A stack of letters and a newspaper gets thrown onto the counter while you and Harry play peek-a-boo. His miniature broom is leaning against the couch and the living room isn’t as tidy as it used to be. You look up at James, leaning against the sink with crooked glasses on his nose.

“What is it?” You ask as you try to turn your attention back to Harry.

“It’s Dorcas.” 

You look at the letters laying in front of you, back and forth between the eyes of your husband and the stack of paper. His curls hanging almost over his eyes, barely making them visible.

The bar stool creaks as you turn around. You stand up and walk down the hall to the nursery, footsteps following closely behind you. Harry coos in your arms while you skillfully open the door to his small but cosy nursery.

The dark blue walls of the nursery show stars all around, like you’re walking through the night sky. An almost full moon beams above you. Dorcas enchanted the ceiling for you and James as Harry's first gift.

Carefully, you put Harry down in his crib and softly kiss him on the forehead. Your index finger moves to wipe away a drop you left there, seeming to have slipped from your eyes. 

“Y/n-” James’ soft voice sounds from the door.

“Shhh” You shush as you silently tuck Harry in and walk back so you won’t upset him.

When you close the door behind you and find yourself back in the hallway, the only light accompanying you and James is a flickering flame from the candle standing on the old dresser across from you.

James grabs your hand and touches your cheek with his other hand.

“She didn’t make it.” Is the only thing he says.

Tears sting in your eyes, a cloud forming in your stomach, a belt being tightened around your heart. You walk back to the kitchen, out through the back door. 

The cold hugs you, stings you. But the tears make it seem like nothing. Your vision is blurry, your breathing heavy. Nothing feels real anymore. It can’t be. 

It's not that you expected him not to say anything. You already knew the second he said her name. But the words cut deeper than the idea ever could. Your best friend, gone. Just like Marlene. Just like so many others you loved and cherished.

The back door gets shut behind you and delicate hands wrap around your shoulders. Carefully closing you in. You feel his heartbeat against your back.

“Breathe, love.” 

His hands find your heart and stay there. Carefully pressing down as James breathes loudly to get you to follow his doing. 

“4 in” He breathes in, “6 out.” A cold and loud breath of air leaves his mouth. You follow his example. Together, you breathe.

As you calm down, James guides you to the wooden bench sitting next to the pond filled with lilies and fireflies flying around it.

Rose bushes bless the garden with sweet scents even if it's already autumn, a pumpkin grins at you next to the fence. Fairy lights hang in the willow and make it possible to see the leaves move with the soft breeze in the air tonight.

“I just can’t” You breathe in again, “I can’t do this.”

As you look up at James sitting next to you, his glasses look foggy. His hair messier than before and his cheeks are puffy. But he still has the Potter smile gracing his face. It's faint, but it's there. His never ending positivity and happiness is something you'll always admire.

“But you can, baby. We can.” James says while tracing the line of your jaw and wiping away some tears hanging on the edge of your chin.

You shake your head “I don’t think I can.” 

“You can. We’ll get through this and once we do, we’ll buy a house in France with a quidditch field and everyone will live there.”

“Right, everyone.” You laugh now. Maybe the cold is starting to get to your brain, but it feels absurd. To say “everyone” now. Because there’s no “everyone” anymore. 

“What’s so funny?” James asks.

“Who is everyone?” You just answer. 

“Come on, y/n. We’ll be with the seven of us. Just the good old group, Mary, Alice and Frank. Where it started.”

“Right.” You shake your head.

You look away towards the lilies blooming on the troubled water. Fireflies greeting them, kissing them, fearing them, leaving them.

“I’ve got this crippling, paralyzing fear in me, you know?” You say while still studying the pink and orange colors in front of you.

“The fear of everything repeating, but also of never having the same thing. The fear of seeing the night sky some day and feeling completely different about it, but also the fear of always having the same exact thoughts of it.” A sigh leaves with your words as you look up.

“The fear of having to hide from life and everything that comes with it, but also the fear of living it.”

Soft lips graze your cheek as you turn back to the curly haired boy next to you. Wet tears stain your cheeks and drip down your jaw. 

“The fear of the darkness without any light, but also the fear of the light without any darkness.” You say as you move to straighten his glasses.

“I’m just scared,” you whisper "because what if this pain is never ending?"

“I know,” he whispers back “but my angel, we’ll survive in spite of that fear and come out shining like the brightest flame.”

He gives an affirming squeeze in your hand.

“We’ll be the ones that lived.”

[spellucci]

Decisions, Decisions

Thursday, October 12, 2023

It is decision time. Today we need to make a firm, clear, hard, solid, unalterable, set in stone, unbreakable decision about where the weather will be optimal, or at least workable, to see the eclipse. The eclipse track is a two day drive from where we are in Kansas. And those darn weather predictions are not yet firm enough to guide a firm, clear, hard, ..., well, you see the problem.

If we go south, the weather looks more favorable, but is in the wrong direction for the friends we want to visit on Sunday. If we go west, which takes us more in the direction of our friends, the weather is unsettled. We decide to wait until we reach Wichita, Kansas to choose which direction to take.

I'm the meantime, Tim's nephew cooks us a fabulous breakfast. A mound of luscious hash brown potatoes, bacon cooked to perfection in the oven, and scrambled eggs toped with Cholula hot sauce start our day with our mouths happy and our bellys full. Dora had fun playing with Spot, a chihuahua mix. After happy goodbyes, we set the GPS for Wichita and head out.

As we drive, we learn more geography than we had really wanted to know. Head west to Farmington, Albuquerque, or Roswell New Mexico? South to Hobbs, Odessa, or Midland Texas? The weather report that had earlier said Roswell would be clear now says partly cloudy. And the weather report for our original destination of Farmington looks like it is improving. Two Spellmans in our heads. Argh!

We leave the highway and head down a dirt road looking for a place to lunch and collect our thoughts. We stop between a harvested corn field and a dormant oil well. Dora is so full of curiosity for the sounds and smells of the field that she ignores her ball.

We eat leftover Thai red curry and rice from last night. It is still decision time. We are fortified with food and with three different weather reports that favor Farmington. We decide: Farmington it is.

The wind picks up as we head across central Kansas. The National Weather Service has forecast winds of 35 MPH, gusting to 50. The dust clouds the air in every direction. It brings to mind Woody Guthrie's song of the dust bowl era, "Dusty Old Dust."

This is the oil-producing section of Kansas. We wonder how they, whoever "they" is, keep the oil separate from the produce.

U.S. 56 heads west along the plains. The wind is blowing from the South. Hard. The driver has to hold the wheel left just to stay going straight. The speed limit is 65, while the road is a single lane in each direction with a two-foot breakdown "lane." Each time we meet a big rig coming toward us, we slam into its wake, immediately dropping our speed by 2 MPH. As we pass it, we get yanked toward its lane, and have to be ready to re-center ourselves before the next oncoming vehicle arrives. Everyone is shading themselves toward the side of the road. The beeping of the lane keeping assist warning is incessant. It is so nerve-wracking that we abandon the regular two-hour shifts for one-hour shifts or less.

We stop for water in a small town with (not one but!) two public parks that RVs can use. To our right was a deserted fairgrounds and across the street the endless farm fields restarted. The temperature was 86°, although the RV thermometer got up to 106° in the sun. We didn’t pack for hot weather, but the high winds kept us comfortable in tshirts and jeans.

We stopped for the night at a pleasant rest area at the crossroads of two state highways. Tim opened the door and at least a dozen flies came in. Jeanne screamed and Tim hastily retreated from whatever he wanted from the front seat. The rest of the night was split between planning how to minimize opening the doors and swatting flies.

The howling winds continued to shake the RV hard all night long.

[jxwatson]

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That familiar click--the cocking of a gun--the barrel of which appeared in front of him. The metal shined in the lamp light. It cloudy night in London, and on this particular side of the street it was too dark to make anything out other than the figure seemed to be wearing a hoodie. John raised his hands, "Let's just keep calm, what is it you want?" He was expecting to be asked to relinquish his wallet, mobile, and any other valuables he had, but the figure stepped forward into the light, lowering his hood as he did so.

John's stomach dropped and his mouth went dry. His hands lowered slowly back down to his sides. His Adam's Apple bobbed as he tried to swallow, to produce saliva so he could speak again, "You're dead. You're--you're supposed to be dead." Sherlock had--Sherlock had fucking died, yet this prick was still alive. He balled his hands into fist, his breathing became heavy, and his eyes darkened. "You better fucking shoot me because if I get my hands on you," he said with a growl.

@kingofthewebxxx

[yourdreamsyourwish-2]

I Just Wanted You to Know 

Word Count: 1,840

This is told in Yixing’s POV. I thought it fit well with the story. 

Trigger Warning: Depression, Alcoholism, Grief and Child Death (Talking about it). 

In the movies whenever someone is sad or feeling like life isn’t worth living anymore, it’s cloudy or almost constant rain.  However, as I gazed outside the window, all I saw was sunlight with bright blue skies as if it was mocking my existence in a way.  The world is happy, yet you're not.  

“Yixing.”  My therapist calls my name, for I don’t know how many times.  I glance over, looking at him, without actually seeing.  

“I’m sorry, what did you ask?”  I clarified, picking at a small skin that had come off at one of my nails. 

“Have you been to an AA meeting yet? Or at least tired?”  I glanced down at the scab, now a fresh drop of blood smeared over my skin.  

“I sat in the back, I didn’t talk or anything.” 

“But you went, so that’s an improvement.”  I nod, looking at his degree hanging on the wall to the right.  The sun bounced off the glass causing a ray of light that bounced around the room almost like a crystal.  If I looked hard enough I could see a rainbow in the beam.  

“Yixing.”  He said again softly.  I flashed back to him, his smile still on his face, always on, always caring.  

“I’m sorry, my mind is…”  

“I understand, addiction is hard at every stage.  I just asked, ‘How are you girls?’”  

“My girls?”  I felt the urge to pull out my wallet and look at the family photo, to see them if only for a second.  My peace, my world, the reason I’m still able to wake up.  They shouldn’t be the only reason, which is why I’m here.  That is too big of a burden for them, too heavy a load to carry for the rest of their lives. 

“I talked to them last night on the phone of course.  Their mom…I got to talk to her for a bit as well. She sounds…I miss seeing them everyday, but I understand.”  

“They are still at your in-laws?”  I nod, working on another bed of a nail.  

“It’s better for them, until I can get some control.  I’m not violent, never have been, I’m just…it’s not good for them to see me like this.  If it was just ____ and I, she would be with me, but it’s not just us.  It’s the five-”  I stop talking, the image of my girls flashing in my eyes, before I shake my head.  I could feel the wave of grief washing over me with each breath I took in. “Four…it’s just the four of us.”  

“Still not working?” 

“Work gave me another extension, I won’t need to go back to teaching until next year.  Tenure and all that, besides the temporary candidate might join as well.  He’s proving to be a very good professor.”  Silence fell over us, as he seemingly began to write something down. 

“You know you can talk about it if you want.”  

“She’s dead, no matter what I say will bring her back.” 

“It will help for you to-”

“I think we’re done for the day are we not?”  

“You still have 15 more minutes.”  He replied back.  “We can talk about something else now.”  I nod, wanting to clear my head of her smile.  “But I do want you to know, this will always be a safe place for you to open up.”  I nod, wipe away the tears that came out.  

“I think Wrexham might move to another league, don't you?”  The conversation changed to soccer, a sport I feel comfortable with, something that I can focus on, focus on the ball, focus on the goal at hand.  Just stop thinking, stop thinking, and for the next 15 minutes, I stopped thinking.  

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The house is too quiet when I enter.  I lay my takeout on the kitchen counter, my eyes going to the giant bottle of whiskey.  The empty bottles of vodka and wine littered the counter top near the recycling bin.  Three boxes of beer empty, I couldn’t remember the last time I took out the recycling or the trash.  Was it last week, or the week before?

Sighing, I felt the itch at the back of my throat to pour myself a drink, to give in, to not feel, to stop thinking again.  Leaving the food on the counter, I go upstairs, feeling my phone vibrate, with a message from my wife.  Our picture together flashes behind her message, the five of us, all happy and smiling.  My eyes are only on her in the photo. Our last family portrait, even though we didn’t know it would be the last. 

I got to the top of the stairs, my gaze falling to the left where my daughters' rooms were all laid out.  It was a right turn to our suite, yet I found myself standing in front of her door.  The name is draped in purple, with different shades for each letter.  

“I want purple! Purple!”  Her voice rang in my ears, seemingly echoing off the walls as she cheered for the color. My hand shook as I opened up the door, allowing it to reveal the untouched room.  Nothing has changed since the morning we had left to go to the park.  Nothing at all, it stayed exactly the same as we had left it.  ____, couldn’t even go into the room anymore.  Even after the accident, my wife had the strength I couldn’t.  So many times I found her in a ball on the couch crying after the girls had gone to sleep.  They slept in our bed for the longest time, barely able to come to this side of the hallway.  My eyes danced around the room, hearing her tiny voice at each passing glance.    

“Bàba! Look!  Anna is about to be Queen!” the Frozen 2  DVD laid on the ground, next to her Finding Nemo.  I knew if I looked in the receiver I would find Encanto.  It had been her latest obsession, one we had to buy for her DVD TV we had gotten her on her fifth birthday.  In the back of our closet, sat her sixth birthday gift, a small how to sew kit with a child's machine.  Looking at her small bean bag chair, I saw the outfit she had me help choose. 

“All the other girls will be wearing pink.  Mama said Purple is royal, and you always call me princess, so Purple it is!”  She cheered, with the purple sundress she was to wear to classes the following week.  Everything, Everything in this room haunts me, now.  Yet there was no getting rid of it, no touching it.  I couldn’t even take a step inside without feeling like the world was going to cave in.  Her giggle echoed as I shut the door, trying to lock my own grief away if only for another moment. 

I made my way back down, my eyes landing on the bottle of Whiskey.  I grab a glass, no longer bothering with ice, pretending I don’t have a problem.  I wanted to drown, I wanted to stop thinking, stop hearing.  I brought the glass up, tears now falling freely, no longer hiding my anguish from myself.  My eyes caught the swing in the background, a memory from before, flashed in my head.  

“Why is Zŭfù sad?”  My four year old asked.  I picked her up, holding her on my lap, while we swung a little.  I gazed at my father through the glassdoors.  He sat on our couch, holding my mothers jade bracelet he had gotten her on their wedding day.  

“Zŭfù is missing Nǎinai.” 

“Are you sad as well Bàba?”  Her voice echoed.  I still haven’t gotten out of my mourning clothes.  ____ had taken our other two girls to pick up dinner for us.  I nodded, trying to keep from crying in front of her.  Her hand came up and wiped away a tear. 

“Don’t be sad Bàba.  Nǎinai always made me smile.”  It was simple logic for her.  It came so easy.  “Nǎinai told me, when I feel sad, to smile.”  Her arms wrapped my neck, while I silently cried to her shoulder.  Standing up, I smiled at her, blinking away tears. 

“Come on, I bet, Zŭfù would like the company right now.”  She nodded, holding onto me, as we went to comfort my father. 

Her toothy grin flashed in my mind.  I gazed down at the golden tint of liquid in the glass before throwing it in the sink.  It shattered at the contact of the metal.  Grabbing the bottle I poured the rest of it down the drain, not thinking as I moved on to the wine.  As each bottle went down and down, I kept pouring all of it, until I knew there was nothing left.  Our island was covered in empty bottles, nothing left for me to find, nothing left for me to drown in.  Going outback, I grab the recycling bin, filling it up with every bottle left before placing it back outside.  Ignoring the food on the counter, I run and grab my car keys.  

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I hesitated when I knocked on the door.  My mother-in-law had always been kind to me, even though what was happening.  When she answered, my eyes looked red from tears, while she merely smiled and gave me a big hug.  

“It’s about time.”  She whispered, patting my back. 

“I’m sorry it took so long.”  She nodded, before nodding to the stairs.  “Third door on the right.”  She gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze of encouragement. 

“No need to apologize.  I’m sure ____ won’t stand for it either.”  I run up the stairs, taking two at a time before opening the door.  I see you, lying there next to our two daughters fast asleep.  I pause staring at you, wondering what you would do, what you would say.  I haven’t physically seen you in what feels like a lifetime, but probably was only a few weeks.  One heartbeat later, you were in my arms, clinging to me for dear life.  Silently crying into my shoulder, while I hugged you tightly.  

“I’m sorry.”  I whisper, kissing your forehead, your temple, anywhere I can find. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you.”  

“No, this was something I had to do alone.” I kissed you, deeply feeling the wave of emotions.  Grief, anxiety, regret, love.  It was a mix bag with each passing wave.  

“Yixing-”  You look up at me, with those beautiful eyes.

“We can talk tomorrow.  Over breakfast.  I’m not going anywhere.”  You nod, kissing me again.  She pulls me over to the bed, waking up the girls, slowly.  

“Bàba!”  they start to yell, jumping up on me for hugs.  I wrap them both in a tight embrace, keeping them together.  I kissed both of their heads, holding them tighter, while I felt you kiss my own.  

Again in this moment, I stop thinking and in the next I begin to feel alive once more.  

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Dictionary According to Google Translate: 

Zŭfù - means Grandfather in Mandarin  Nǎinai - means grandmother in Mandarin Bàba - Means father in Mandarin 

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[siera-knightwalker]

What was lost, what can never be found

"Eijun, stop it!" Wakana begged. "Please, Eijun."

"He's not listening," Furuya said softly. Wakana turned away with a sob.

It was the New Year.

The only time that Seido gave it's baseball players any bit of leniency by way of training, not that it stopped the players.

There were decorations up in the cafeteria, but that was the only hint of the winter holidays. There would be players going home, but it was the time for the selected 18 players to train for the Nationals with new vigour instead.

It was the same thing this year.

Eijun was practising his pitches, throwing it at Okumura with a bright grin.

"Yosh! This will be number 11!" He warned before throwing the slider at Okumura without hesitation. After months of the same back and forth, Okumura was able to catch the pitch with the short amount of time that Eijun gave the catcher as warning.

"Senpai, shouldn't we go for the celebration?" he asked as he returned the ball. Eijun's jumped on his feet for a minute before refusing like Ojumura had expected.

"But I'm tired," he deadpanned. And Eijun immediately hesitated.

"10 more!" He promised.

"Okay," Okumura allowed with a small smile.

And exactly as he had promised, Eijun stopped after 10, approaching Okumura as the catcher got up.

"So," Eijun teased, "what's the plan for tonight?" Okumura smiled, his hands quickly unstrapping the protective gear.

"Well, Kuramochi is gone and Asada planned to stay the night with Seto," Okumura hinted. Eijun grinned, wrapping his arms over Okumura's broad shoulders. He leaned in close, the distance closing until barely any remained.

"So?" Eijun asked, his lips lightly brushing against Okumura's as he spoke.

"So," Okumura continued, his breath hitching when the gear dropped and Eijun stepped in even closer, "I can stay with you."

"Hm," Eijun hummed appreciatively. He pressed their lips together. Okumura inhaled sharply, before they both opened their mouths and-

"Hey, bakamura and his boyfriend, go get food before it's over!" A familiar voice called out loudly, interrupting the intimate moment.

'I should have stayed there.'

Eijun paused, before he pulled away, ready to drag his boyfriend to the cafeteria, his hand lacing through Okumura's gently.

"Let's go," he said, a soft smile on his lips.

"Hm," Okumura wordlessly agreed, a slightest hint of pink on his cheeks.

The air outside was cold and dry, but it was the loud noises of people from one room that attracted their attention.

"We're here!" Eijun announced, and several people yelled back greetings immediately. There were loud noises, and music, and the players were drinking something that Eijun would mark as suspicious, but he was happy too.

He turned to face Okumura-

-the world glitched-

"-here!" Eijun extended a spoon of pudding towards Okumura and his face-

-glitch-

Eijun laughed, looking up at the decoration, there was a-

"That's not what happened," a soft voice gently said. "You weren't at the cafeteria at all. You told him to go ahead, and you went to your room. You had a gift for him. Do you remember?"

It was Furuya.

Furuya's voice was soft, gentle, but it was more mature, older now.

Eijun whimpered.

"Shh," Furuya said gently. "It's okay. It'll be okay."

"I can't-" Eijun's voice broke, "-I can't remember his face."

There was a long pause.

"I'll bring you a picture tomorrow," Furuya said quietly.

Eijun let out a panicked sort of laugh.

"No, no. Just let me-" tears escaped his eyes, "-just let me go. Please."

Furuya left the mental asylum, feeling worse and better than he had felt entering it. Outside, someone waited for him.

"Kuramochi-san," Furuya greeted. "Are you here to-" he indicated the building behind him.

Kuramochi wordlessly shook his head, tilting his head towards the parking lot instead.

"I heard you were going to check on him, I came to pick you up," he admitted, looking up into the cloudy sky.

Furuya hummed under his breath.

"No one does well after a visit to him," Kuramochi admitted, his lips twisted into an unhappy smile. "I'm surprised you visit often as you do."

"It's Eijun after all," Furuya said, pausing for a minute to look at his feet. "I can't leave him like that."

"Yeah," Kuramochi agreed, taking out his car keys. "But it's been 7 years already."

Furuya opened the car door and sat down. Then he looked outside the window.

Neither of them talked more after the grim reminder.

Furuya mentally completed the thought in his mind, tracing a cloud that looked like the mound on the window.

It's been seven years since the fire.

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"Go ahead," Eijun pulled his fingers away, poking Okumura towards the cafeteria. "I'll meet you in a minute."

Okumura glanced up from their intertwined fingers, to look at Eijun's face then at his room. He smiled wryly.

"You don't have to give me presents you know?" He said, using his recently freed hand to cup Eijun's face. Okumura's fingers were warm from the mitt.

Eijun turned his head briefly, brushing his lips against Okumura's fingertips, before stepping away. He didn't look away from Okumura's eyes.

"You'll like this gift," he promised with a smile. "Go," he insisted. Okumura offered him a bright smile.

"Okay, I'll be waiting," he said. He let go of the Eijun's face, stepping back. He kept looking at Eijun until Eijun ducked behind the hung laundry and entered his room.

Then Okumura turned around and went to the cafeteria. Miyuki Kazuya, an alumni now, wrapped an arm around his neck. Okumura frowned before the other catcher stuffed something soft and distinctly cake-like inside his mouth.

Okumura chewed it, before deciding he didn't dislike it.

"It's good, right?" Miyuki grinned. Then he looked behind Okumura, "Where's Bakamura disappeared off to now? It's new year, you know? Bad manners to leave your boyfriend alone." He teased.

Okumura shrugged out of Miyuki's hold.

"It's fine," he licked the cream off his lips. "He's gone to get me some new year gift that couldn't wait."

"Oh ho?" He said, pulling Okumura away from the door and inside the warmth of the room. "Is he-"

"Isn't this place a little too warm?" Okumura frowned, looking around. "Winters are dry here, aren't they?" Miyuki blinked in surprise.

"Yes, but-"

The world burst into flames.

-

There was a news article about it.

The cafeteria of the Seido baseball team had been utterly devastated. Many injured, with only a few fatalities.

Miyuki Kazuya and Okumura Koushuu were on the list of fatalities.

Kominato Haruichi was in a coma, survival uncertain.

Sawamura Eijun escaped without injury.

-

Furuya looked out into the night sky as Kuramochi kept driving on and on.

[crushes-georg]

"December 2nd. Someone new is in town."

A delicate hand scribbled at the journal, crooked and scrawled letters lining over the page.

"He came to the library today to look at some town records. As I was logging him in, we made small talk. His name is Paul. He's from a teeny-tiny island about 30 miles off the coast, a way's away from here. From one small town to another, I guess. I told him how cities never really drew me in, either. He laughed. I asked what brought him to a town that was maybe three miles across, when there were a million other places in the world that he could go. He said that he was looking for someplace small, and something about the town stood out to him."

A line break, a sip of tea. A small wince – too hot. Let it sit a little longer.

"I didn't even notice the priest collar til I looked up. I've never really been great at looking at people while we talk. Eye contact makes me anxious. I asked if he was here to work at the church down the road, the little Catholic place. Saint Cecilia's. I think I started to overshare a little at that point. I told him how I actually grew up Catholic, but I stopped going to church ages ago, after my parents split. Things got quiet then, and I realized that I mighta dropped the ball there. But he didn't seem to mind. Funny, he didn't even try to give me a spiel. He's nice, for a priest. I told him I always take walks on Sundays and sometimes I get caught in the crowd leaving church, so I told him I might see him then. I feel bad for it, but I guess I was kinda baiting him, to see if he'd try to convince me to come in. But he didn't. He just smiled and said that he's happy I take Sundays for personal time, because Sunday is meant to be a day of rest. For all the shit being Catholic left me with, I can at least agree with that, hah."

Another sip of tea. Better now.

"He was still in the archives when I left my shift, so I didn't really get to say bye. It's been cloudy all day, I hope he didn't get caught in the rain. It isn't often we get new people in town, so I'm sure the ladies at the book club are gonna be all abuzz about it. Nothing much else really happened today. Maybe that'll change before the night's done, but... eh, who knows."

[nasthepotprincess]

now you're calling me special

Summary: Damen and Erasmus' unbreakable relationship meets its match when a cold, reckless whirlwind tumbles right into them. And his name is Laurent.

Chapter one:

Just by surveying the room, Damen could tell that the night was only beginning. The walls kicked heavily, as if impregnated by the music, and the strobe lights flashed just enough to amplify his buzz. The air was thick with weed and sticky with liquor, the silhouettes of dancing bodies mirrored by the curling of exhaled smoke. Eyes lidded and smirk heavy, Damen's drink sloshed around, and small droplets rolled down onto his fingers.

With Erasmus' gaze narrowed on him, he lifted his hand and slowly sucked the pad of his thumb into his mouth; Erasmus flushed, hard. 

Damen couldn't keep his eyes off of his boyfriend, dark eyes hypnotized by a cloudy grey so deep, it sent his brain into a lighting storm.The world was slowing down around him, friends and strangers blurring into colorful smudges. He didn't know when he had been offered a blunt, or even when he had taken it, but the harsh taste hitting the back of his throat sobered him up some. He motioned Erasmus toward him with just the movement of his finger.

Erasmus was on his feet in an instant, sashaying over with a flick of his hips and a sway of his ass and a look that could bring a grown man to his knees; Damen would know. He watched those sandy blonde curls saunter over until they were right in front of him. Tight grey v-neck outlining his collarbones, hugging his shape with the oh-so-fitted black biker shorts Damen had 'accidentally' bought him. If Damen didn't have the spins before, he definitely had them now. Erasmus lifted himself onto the balls of his feet, swaying only a little, before snaking his arms around Damen's neck and putting his mouth right to his boyfriend's ear. 

"Two years together and you're still the biggest tease I've ever known," Erasmus drawled, biting and sucking Damen's earlobe as he dropped back down to his normal height. Despite his submissive nature, Erasmus put his lips to Damen's and inhaled the smoke right from his mouth; color bloomed from his cheeks to his collar bones from his dominant display of affection.

(The Weeknd - Gone)

It drove Damen crazy. 

He ducked down, trying to steal Erasmus' tongue, but instead met the palm of his hand as he wiggled his finger at Damen to the sound of the next song playing.

"You're about to get it," he warned, pupils blown wide.

The bass dropped the same moment Erasmus turned around and bent over, moving his ass to every hit of the beat. Damen was so glad that the music was as loud as it was, or everyone at the party would have heard the pure guttural moan that was ripped out of him. He rubbed is hands up Erasmus' sides, practically whining for skin contact. Erasmus held Damen's gaze before throwing his head back, getting into the rhythm of The Weeknd's voice. 

I got you--Damen passed his drinks and the blunt off without a second thought, turning his full attention to Erasmus and leaning into his body.

I got a hold of you--He gripped Erasmus' hips with both hands, wanting to leave his fingertips bruised there; his mind swirled with the idea.

Said you out to see, oh--Erasmus turned them around in a swift move, before walking Damen back enough for his knees to buckle at the edge of a couch. Damen fell swiftly into the cushions.

Well then take a seat--Erasmus dropped down slowly into Damen's lap, enunciating the bass with his isolated seduction.

Oh, take a seat--He pushed his hips in one slow circle, dragging out the the word 'seat' with his ass.

And watch your ass go---Damen was in agony; Erasmus was popping off.

Break it, drop it, drink it, spill it baby touch your body-- He dropped his hips back and forth between each word before pressing down deliberately on Damen's length.

You gotta taste it, feel it, I've been on it baby don't you worry--He bounced his ass up and down now, knowing exactly what he was doing and how it was completely pulling Damen apart.

You gotta keep up--Damen was almost writhing against him.

Cause I've been gone--This song, this vibe, this man. Erasmus moaned instinctively as Damen shifted for a little more friction.

That was enough to make Damen want to regain control and he was quickly burying one of his hands in the thick of Erasmus' curls and the other back at his hip. He tugged harshly, bringing Erasmus back to his place against Damen.

"Are you sure you wanna start your shit, bunny," Damen whispered hotly into Erasmus' ear. 

Erasmus' eyes fluttered close on instinct, his body going immediately pliant at the pet name; and the grip. He only had a whimper for an answer. 

"We'll be going home soon baby," Damen reassured quickly. "And I'm gonna get you real good."

"This is so fucking hot." Damen closed his eyes at the sound of an unfamiliar voice.

(Finished chapter and future chapters on my archive)

[another-random-object-show]

Another Random Object Show

Season 1, Episode 8.

Question Mark approached Lunartic, then said— “You RIGGED the booth.” She said, squinting her eyes at Lunartic. Lunartic picked his teeth and said— “Nah, you guys HATED him, simple as that. Not my fault!” He said. “Literally NONE of us even voted for Exclaimy, you KNEW we hated you, so you HAD to save yourself.” Period yelled. “Is that also what happened when we got rid of The Colon Duo?” Lunartic smugly remarked. “The only reason me and Sunny even listened to you was because they WERE problematic.” Moony grimaced. “Exactly! Loonie, I love you, but you act like everyone’s bowing towards you! and… it makes me feel WEIRD. Can you just… PLEASE be clear for once?” Sunny said, pleadingly. “...nah, you guys hated him. Simple as that.” Lunartic shrugged. GyroGyro had enough and SCREECHED at Lunartic, causing a state of abstraction.

Tragedy was still sobbing as a result of Comedy’s Elimination, to where Starry began to lull him. “I’ll always love you… I’ll always love you, I’ll always love you; oh, things will be okay.” Starry sung, slowly soothing Tragedy off to sleep.

“Now bring him back here! C’mon!” Hangman ordered Starry. “No. Me and Starry have decided that we've done ENOUGH. Tragedy’s depressed, nothing's going his way, he NEEDS rest.” Cloudy scolded. “Last night, he sobbed himself to sleep. Today, I’ll carry him around during the challenge, to make sure he gets plenty of rest.” Starry said, now picking Tragedy up.

PaperPlates tugged at Starry and asked— “what about when the challenge begins?” Starry replied; “That's why I’m keeping him with a trustworthy person.” Starry said, laying down a Pillow, Blanket and Tragedy right next to GyroGyro, who made a confirmation howl.

“Isn't that a bit dangerous…?” Penta appeared. “Not at all, GyroGyro knows that Tragedy’s tired, and so he's going to treat GyroGyro as a child, meaning nobody gets near, and the area around him is QUIET.” Starry stated, with GyroGyro confirming with a thumbs up. “Huh. I never knew GyroGyro was a guardian.” Question Mark noted.

Meanwhile, Lunartic began ranting to Phantom. “It’s like they don't even LISTEN! God! They're all so.. STUPID! Y’know?” Lunartic punched Phantom. “ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!” Phantom now snapped. “You ABUSE your members and EXPECT them to LISTEN to you? No wonder they don't want your help.” Phantom said, with a “HMPH!” before walking away.

Heart and Star came out of their bush from their daily makeout session, with Heart immediately saying— “HOUSE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” She said, angrily. “Watching over Sunny for Team FUN! …he’s… actually really cute— even if he is a ball of flames.” House said. “i like frogs. <)” Sunny said, holding a Frog. Star stared at Sunny, adrenaline rushing. “Honey, no worries, I’m sure House is confused.” Heart said. “...it's her.” Star said, referring to Moony. “...we don't need to WORRY about her, darling.” Heart assured. “We just need to survive and get RID of them.” Heart schemed. “..yes. That's perfect.” Star said.

“SUnNnnYyy, where’s thEh Raw Man?” Mime said, his face melting. “Uhm… oh, you're right… where are they…?” Sunny asked Moony.

“They went home! They WERE temporary anyways!” The Gourd announced, now removing a construction belt and hardhat. “BUT TEAMS! GET TOGETHER!” He called, as Starry woke Tragedy up, who began to cry into her. “It’s okay, it’s okay…” Starry said, stroking his head. “...oh, you dropped your mask, by the way.” Tragedy then began to sob uncontrollably until Starty gave him his mask. “Th-thank… you… sniff.” He said, utterly depressed.

“The EIGHTH challenge will be held in THIS building!” The Gourd showed off a fancy building, almost like a Wedding Hall, or a Ballroom. “Come in!” The Gourd leads.

The Gourd now shows off a room, the middle of the building was a Ballroom, decorated with a fancy stained window, mosaic wall pattern, and chandelier. “Your eighth challenge is to plan a TEAM CHOREOGRAPHY! aka, make up a dance! You will all have 2 hours! GO!”

GyroGyro howled to Cloudy, who understood. “Starty! GyroGyro wants to know why Tragedy is so sad about Comedy leaving!” Cloudy translated. “...that's a good question, Phantom?” Phantom sighed and said “Comedy and Tragedy suffer from Chronic Emotional Defection.” Hangman butted in— “The hell is that?” Phantom glared, before taking a deep breath and saying “It means they feel ONE emotion. Just ONE. No matter how angry, no matter how sad, no matter how happy. It doesn't matter. Comedy was constantly laughing and smiling, making jokes out of everything, even when the theater we were acting in caught fire, he thought it was funny and made jokes about it.” Phantom sighed, and looked at Tragedy, who was in the corner, curled into a ball. “and Tragedy? …Tragedy is constantly depressing. He can't stop crying. He can't even feel happy. All he can feel is pain, anguish and misery.” Phantom looked at Starry, Cloudy and Hangman. “...yet… Comedy was the cure. The two balanced each other out. Comedy was there for Tragedy… Tragedy was there for Comedy… Comedy could stop laughing to feel love, connection, remorse for Tragedy. and Tragedy could be cheered up by Comedy’s cheering for him, because as Comedy told him…” Phantom now sighed. “Don’t be so down-hearted, go on! Blast some trashy pop, have fun! Life’s an oyster, after all.”

Hangman looked to the floor as Cloudy and Starry stood shocked. “...ohmygod… so.. we… took away his source of happiness?” Starry said. “...Phantom, I wish I knew– God… if only I hadn't voted with Hangman, maybe I—” Phantom stopped her. “It’s fine. One of them had to go eventually, and… while I wish it was me, I have a group to lead.” Phantom now realized something. “...and an unfair disadvantage to grieve.” Phantom now headed towards The Gourd.

“Gourd, Tragedy can't compete— he’s DEPRESSED.” Phantom said. “...huh? Oh… well then.. uh.. do a low-energy choreo?” The Gourd said, confused. “No, that means he's SOBBING. He doesn't have ANY energy.” The Gourd thought. “Uh…” Sunny also came, stating— “and Lunartic’s still angry at us! He refuses to do the challenge to spite us!” Sunny complained. “I… hadn't come up with a plan for this besides bring back the guests.. uhm… I’ll have to take 10 points off my final score, but… it’s alright! Just do your best, you two! Better than them, atleast…” The Gourd glared at Team “What?”, who had JUST Heart and Star doing a basic Tango-Styled Dance. “Alright! Let’s go, Phantom! ^^” Sunny said to Phantom. “..uh.. yeah, sure! You're on! ..ha.” Phantom said, returning to his team.

Sunny and Phantom began to lead their teams with choreos, while Star and Heart chose to do their choreo by themselves.

2 hours past, and time was up. It was time for teams to present their choreographies.

Team FUN! began with their Freestyle Choreo to “Time Warp”, Sunny and Period had extremely energized dance routines, while Moony and Question Mark had slow backup routines, GyroGyro though, was the main show, dancing his little clay body away, easily earning them a 9/10.

Next was The Masquerade and their version of “I Hope I Get It!”, following the original choreo and singing, with Mime sliding transformed as Triangula for the “I really need this job!” section, earning them a nice 8/10.

Team “What?” though… just had Heart and Star perform a choreo of them doing the Tango… getting them a measly 4/10, which meant…

“Team “What?”, you've disappointed me. You're up for Elimination.” The Gourd sighed.

“How unfair! We were PERFECT!” Heart said, as House and Penta immediately got to planning.

“Right. We’re voting together now, so we NEED to get rid of Star or Heart.” Penta told House. “Agreed. I think our best option would be Star, if we get rid of him, then we have Heart, who won't have any source of power.” House replied.

“Penta?” Star asked Heart. “Penta.” Heart agreed.

“Team “WHAT?”, because Heart and Star wanted their OWN choreo, you four, yet again, are up for elimination.” The Gourd said. “You know the drill! Go cast a vote.”

As expected, Penta and House voted against Star, while Star and Heart voted against Penta.

“..and we.. uh… have a tie.” The Gourd scratches his head.

“WHAT?!” The team yells.

“I HAVE A FAILSAFE! The Popularity Rankings can help us!” The Gourd pulls up the Episode 1 Popularity Ranking. “...fans wanted to see STAR leave with 128 votes, so…” The Gourd points. “STAR! You. are. ELIMINATED!” The Gourd claps, eliminating Star.

“You two will PAY!” Heart scolds Penta and House, who scoff.

“See you next time..” The Gourd cackles to end the episode.

END.

AROS was written by TheWiseGuest.

All characters' voices, present or not, were acted out by L. Alberto S.

FIN.

Star ran. He ran away as far as he could. Away from them. Away from the disaster he had just been part of.

Just then, a man offered him a job. A top model. Why wouldn't he decline?

[adriannanderson]

Sudden stop

Hi sweet boy

We wonder if uncle Sam was able to join you when his earthly life ended last week

Our hope is that the two of you are together

Sober Sam is one of the coolest people you'll ever meet

He'll make you laugh a lot 🥰

Layten is still with us, and we are working on ensuring he gets to stay with us until he's an adult

I told someone yesterday that I always wanted 2 kids by 30 and have been blessed with 5 kids by 42

You just never know what your life may bring

The loss of another brother, and the loss of a father, has been nothing less than miserable for our family

We are pretty well versed on grief, as we've handled our share of people we love gone too soon

But it turns out, this loss is setting us back significantly

Since Uncle Sam's passing, your dad has been wound up and hurting in a way I have not seen since he lost you

There are a lot of dynamics causing that, but the root is certainly grief

The same day that I was admitted to the hospital, he began having extreme pain in his abdomen that they suspect are a reaction to a faulty gall bladder

So my right hand man, the guy that always steps in when I'm unable to be somewhere, is out of commission too

I ended up being admitted after I have been experiencing extreme fatigue since Sam passed

I just know grief is heavy and I knew this valley is deep, but I'll come out on the other side

This would be no different

But overall felt like I was handling things ok!

Day to day life was at an all time high, as far as responsibilities this week - 4 track meets, 3 that I haven't been able to attend bc of my health, as well as preschool conferences that I had to reschedule, and most important of all, Coops junior prom

Meetings, decorating, after prom responsibilities

Pictures to be taken and places to be that require a shower and looking decent

Except I can't stand long enough without getting weak

I just can't even think on it for 2 seconds without getting tears

I really wanted that day to just be about your big brother

He assures me that he will not be bummed if I can't be there, that it will be ok

But he doesn't know a mama's heart

It will not be ok for a few

But there is still a chance I could rally before then

Today is really really hard and does not make me feel like tomorrow is going to be an option

I overdosed myself on calcium (note to others, you CAN eat too many tums!) Then had a very serious panic attack - either brought on by the calcium or the long list of things scrolling through my head on repeat

Either way, my heart rate and BP were very high for hours, one med that they had me try to lower calcium per Mercy dropped my BP so fast I could no longer move my limbs or talk like normal - that one goes in my chart as NO THANKS NEVER AGAIN

There were talks of sending me north and I did NOT want that. I was receiving so much care and support from our wayne county hospital staff that I knew could not be topped in a large facility

I was able to get some sleep about 430 am - 9am Thursday morning

When I woke, my nurse told me that my calcium level was down to 11 from over 14 and that I was able to go home

Music to my ears

But how did they check my level??

Oh ya know, just took blood while I was passed the heck out!

Lolol that was a first for me!

Thursday was sleep, all day and all night

Today I'm awaiting news on newest levels, and continuing to rest, as my head and body are too cloudy to do much else

I've been crying on and off since Wednesday, and decided I had to write to you

To try and empty my mind and relieve myself of the loop in my mind

House - a mess

Laundry - will never be done

Dogs - need baths

Work - Preschool conferences and DK/K recommendations - now I have to reschedule everyone during the 1st week of ball practice😭😭😭

Em - where's she going after school? Moms, Shelbys, cierras…..

Coop has study table - does he need help getting that grade up or is he just being lazy and not turning stuff in

Carsyn - are we helping her make the right decisions concerning how she spends her time? She's really worried about her mom.I think and I hate that I'm the cause

Layten- can't really speak on him too much without another serious cry sesh bc I think his pain level is immense and I want to be able to not mess this mom thing up for him. He deserves a few years of just being a high school kid with no adult worries. And no matter what, we'll never be able to replace his dad, who he loves with all his heart

After prom - I should either be at Carsyns track meet or helping decorating tonight and helping do whatever tomorrow night for after prom. The mom guilt for this one is very deep bc it's a big undertaking and needs all hands on deck

Side job - 3 people backed up on selling - not that they mind waiting but I'd like to get those off my list of things to do

Both desks - at school and home are overloaded and I want to clean them but every time I look at them im.so overwhelmed I just can't even start

2 IEP mtgs that need scheduled between now and end of school - sounds easy but is actually a zoo getting all hands on deck

There's more but these are are ones that are at the top of the loop in my head

Losing you taught me sometimes just releasing it, the stuff, the worry, in some way can bring relief

So there is it, or the bulk of it at least

Some of our life's stressors are not my story to tell

I know for sure that since losing you Fish, any death of anyone we know is a small set back

And death of those we love most can be large set backs

But we never give up

We'll come out ok

It will hurt a lot, but we will come out ok

I love you little man

You are one of my reasons to smile everyday

Love Mom

[libidomechanica]

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[twak-ayurveda]

FIGHT MONSOON SKIN AND HAIR WOES WITH AYURVEDIC KNOWLEDGE

Cozy days and nights, outdoor picnics, the constant pattering of rain outside, and the endless monsoon binges. Some of us wait for monsoons with much enthusiasm. Others, not so much.

As great and green and fun as it may seem, the rainy season might mean hair and skin damage for many. Pimples, acne, and the worst and most worrisome of them all- hair fall.

No matter how many products you experiment with, these woes only go when the rains go.

But put all your monsoon skin and hair worries to rest, and let the knowledge of Ayurveda take matters into its hands.

Understanding the basics of Ayurveda and its relation to skin and hair can help you enjoy monsoons while enjoying the best health for your hair and skin. Read on to understand better.

According to Ayurveda there are 6 Rutu:

Shishir

Vasant

Grishma

Varsha

Sharad

Hemant

These months of monsoon are Varsha Rutu.

Due to the compromised quality of water, cloudy weather, and lower digestive fire, the Doshas get vitiated and cause an imbalance, which leads to an increase in the Vata Dosha.

Increased Vata and imbalanced Pitta causes various skin and hair problems like dandruff, hair fall, itchy scalp, acne, pimples, breakouts, etc.

The first thing you can do is to be mindful of what you consume.

Here are foods that will help in balancing out the Doshas:

Honey

Turmeric

Ginger tea

Lemon tea

Garlic

Soups

Pimpli

Boiled water

Foods to avoid:

Leafy vegetables

Unwashed vegetables

Uncooked food

Seafood (can be contaminated with water)

Fried food

Skin Care

 best skin care products

Excess moisture and humidity in the weather cause sweating. This makes the skin very oily and can lead to clogged pores which further cause acne pimples and whiteheads

Other than decreasing the overall health of the skin, this season may also cause unusual body odor due to excessive sweating, fungal or other skin infections, rashes, and eczema.

Some options to restore the health of your skin:

• Appy some homemade besan, haldi, and milk paste – This will exfoliate and moisturize your skin.

• Use powdered sugar and honey with some lemon and eucalyptus or tea tree oil drops – This will open up pores and remove dead skin.

• Use haldi multani face mask by Twak – This will repair, hydrate, and provide complete and total wellness to the skin and protect it from any damage that the weather could cause.

• Use light makeup.

• Use Kumkumadi night oil by Twak – It has anti-damaging and healing properties.

• Wear loose cotton clothes.

• Use a light moisturizing lotion at night so your skin stays moisturized and oil glands produce less sebum preventing acne and pimples.

• Wash your face at least twice a day with a mild face wash.

• Take a shower immediately if drenched in rain.

hair Care

hair fall treatment

Humid weather is ideal for bacteria and fungus to grow on your scalp causing dandruff and itching. When we get wet in the rain, the polluted rain drops and the salts in that water lead to hair fall, dandruff, or flaking.

The overcast clouds and lack of sunshine during the season may cause dry, itchy scalp that also results in dandruff and hair fall. To add to that, the moisture in the air makes the hair look dull, and sticky and causes frizziness and split ends that damage hair.

Some options to restore the health of your hair:

• Wash your hair at least 4-5 times a week with a mild sulfate-free shampoo. This will remove any excess oil.

• Make a shikekai and reetha decoction. Add a few drops of lemon, and wash hair with this twice a week to remove excess oil and flakes.

• You can also use the nourishing and enriching Neem Shikekai Shampoo by Twak.

• Crush 1 camphor in 20 ml castor oil. Heat the oil and apply it to the scalp with a ball of cotton. Massage well, and wash twice with shampoo

Just a few lifestyle changes, some homemade additions, and product changes will allow you to make the best of monsoons without compromising on the quality and health of your skin and hair.

So go on, go outside and enjoy the rain. Get going and get glowing!

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