#started it a while back and found the will today to spend another 30 minutes on it. i like it :D!

[yakny]

[kuchikki]

" this leaves an empty spot in my schedule "

pairing : byakuya kuchiki x afab!reader

tags : mdni , SMUT. , a little fluff if you squint , not proofread

a/n : lowkey i made this half-asleep so i mightve rushed it but i cant tell. BUT MY FIRST FIC PUBLISHED!!! i also dont write smut so this might be bad idk i feel like i rushed it

w/c : 1.4k

you were on your way back to the kuchiki mansion drenched in sweat after spending a few hours sparring with captain hirako, you made your steps quick and silently. as you found yourself in byakuya and your shared room, a servant slid open the door and shared a bit of alarming news

"mrs kuchiki, there will be guests arriving in 30 minutes." when you heard the news your eyes grew wide, you had no idea guests were coming over today. yet you kept your composure. you knew you had to clean up and make it quick.

"alright then, you may leave. thank you." you said to the servant as she closed the door and you quickly grabbed your kimono & undergarments then made your way to the bathhouse.

surprisingly, you made quick timing. took you about 23 minutes to wash off all your sweat and continue your after shower routine of washing your face and moisturizing your body.

you quickly walked over to you and byakuyas shared room yet again to drop off your shihakushō and greet your unexpected guests. but alas, when you open the sliding door you find byakuya taking off his captains hayori and bringing his hair down. you found yourself walking into the room and your mouth opened to ask questions.

"byakuya, why are you taking your coat and hair down? dont we have guests?" he slowly turned to you and answered you.

"they decided to cancel, how inconsiderate. but i musnt complain too much; this leaves an empty spot in my schedule." you found yourself relaxing your muscles and finally having a moment to take a deep breath. byakuya was a busy man, you found yourself falling asleep before and waking up after him every night. you spoke to ask him another question

"so then, what will you do with this "empty spot" in your schedule. im assuming you expected this to take the rest of your afternoon." you pondered. byakuya looked at you lovingly, you hadnt seen him look at you like this in weeks. it made your knees weak. but you didnt have your hopes high for anything to happen.

right as you were about to look away from him he opened his mouth to reply again.

"well, i was thinking my wife might need some "quality time" with me. its been quite a while since we have spent time with each other." his hand found his way to your cheek to cup your face and he pressed a kiss to your lips, you exchanged it back with him. the kisses quickly became heated and passionate, his tongue pressing your lips asking for entrance into your mouth. you obliged and your mouth quickly opened, releasing a moan. you didnt know how long that was being held there or that there was even one there.

you pulled away first in need of air so in that quick moment byakuya reached over and locked the door so nobody could interrupt this moment.

you felt a wetness start to pool up inbetween your thighs and you felt a sudden need to be as close to byakuya as possible. you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and brought your body as close as possible to him. you rapidly felt his growing erection and your face grew red, you both were probably thinking the same thing.

of course byakya couldnt look you, this is his dignity we are talking about here. you guys have done it a few times yet hes still embarrassed. when you grazed over his manhood he couldnt help but hiss a little from the friction. but of course, consent is needed before he must make any big move. he got close to your face and murmured into your ear.

"youre okay with what im about to do darling, right?" he warned. you looked at his face and nodded, but byakuya wasnt satisfied. so he opened his mouth again, a bit more demanding

"i need a verbal answer" you sighed but obliged. "of course." within seconds of the words spewing out your mouth he picked you up by the thighs and brought you to the bed and untied the ribbon to your floral kimono. you proceeded to make haste and take off the kimono, discarding it somewhere in the room.

byakuya looked at the baby blue lacy underwear with a matching bra set and its like his mouth watered. he teased at you, "oh, all this for me?".

you gave him an unamused look then smiled and kissed him again but mid-kiss you unexpectedly you felt pleasure run through your body and moaned as byakuya rubbed circles over your clothed clit.

you pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you two. byakuya pushed your panties over to the side and shoved 2 of his digits in your wet cunt. he quickly pushed them in and out, clearly not having any patience for him to shove his dick in you. you found it amusing to watch the squad 6 captain slowly unravel right in-front of your own two eyes.

he could tell you were close to your release, you started to grip the sheets until your knuckles turned white and you kept squirming. thats when byakuya took his fingers out and you whined. he noticed this and quickly exclaimed "calm down, i never said i was leaving you."

he undid his ribbon on his shihakushō and took off his bottoms & boxers. he was rock hard and he grew impatient. he quickly took off your panties and shoved his rock-hard dick into your tight pussy. he immediately let out a well-needed moan and sat there, letting you adjust. after a few seconds he pulled back and started relentlessly pounding into you.

you didnt know how long you needed this but you felt your release building up yet again. a moan slowly came out your mouth in the sound of byakuyas name. the room became more and more stuffy as the daylight turned into night. you could tell byakuya was getting close by the way his thrusts got faster and he groaned more and more over time.

"i- im gunna- imma cuuuumm" you blurted out. everything was getting hazy and all you could hear was slapping noises of his balls against your ass.

"go ahead girl, you deserve it" he uttered. you came first but not a few seconds after you felt another hot liquid added to the mix in your cunt as byakuya threw his head back. he sat in that position for what felt like forever until he fell over beside you in bed.

after a few minutes of laying there until you both caught your breath and cooled down, byakuya got up and put his shihakushō back on and left your room. you were too tired to protest about it and wanted to just sleep.

you found yourself just about to doze off until your door opened again. it was byakuya, he came back with a wet rag and some water. he went over and cleaned you up. he then began to state how you should drink some water, which you did since you didnt want him scolding you for your bad health practices. a little bit after you murmured to him.

"are you coming back to bed?" he looked at you and replied, "only if you want me to." you immediately said please do, which led him to put on a take off his shihakushō and put on a plain shirt.

he came back into bed with you and you sprawled up close next to him. he rubbed your back and you profess something right as your about to fall asleep.

"could we spend more time together, byakuya?"

"ill try and find time in my schedule just for you."

@kuchikki 2024. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

[flemingology]

morning cling ─ jessie fleming x reader

in which: jessie and you get cuddly on the morning of her day off

warnings: none, just a whole load of fluff

wc: 1.3K

a/n: feels good to be writing. just a short one this time. hope you enjoyed!

Jessie's schedule was relentless, and as much as it wasn't something that bothered her before she met you, it had definitely been a common topic of conversation the past couple years. She loved football, and she wouldn't trade the career she had for anything else, but – just as any other job – it came with its disadvantages. Whether she was away with Canada, or with Portland for away games, or just had a busy week at training, you would find your wife complaining about all the time she had to spend away from you.

That's why, on days off, or on prolonged time away from football, she loved just being together, just the two of you, soaking up each other's presence. Especially in the morning. Jessie didn't mind rising early. She'd grown used to early training sessions ever since she had made it professional, all the clubs she played for opting for the early day-to-day schedule. But whenever she had the opportunity to soak in the warmth of your embrace in bed for a bit longer than usual, there was nothing she would rather do.

You were quite the early riser yourself, and it's a habit you didn't shake on your days off. Ever since making it at one of the top steps at your corporate job you promised yourself you'd adapt to a fairly strict routine, including a 7am alarm every single workday. And much to Jessie's avail, you had a good biorhythm, so that meant you would wake up no later than 7:30 on weekends too.

Forever a sucker for your morning coffee and a couple pages of whatever book you were reading, it was often you found yourself up before the clock hit 8. Comfortable on the couch with a blanket or two wrapped around you, you enjoyed your quiet mornings. Your Canadian, on the other hand, did not enjoy your quiet mornings. Ever so the cuddler, you wouldn't get much more than half an hour because you'd hear a set of feet padding down the stairs, a tired frown etched on her face ushering you back upstairs for another hour of two.

Today was no different. It was the first Saturday of December, the start of Jessie's three-week winter break. You and your wife had arranged your plans for this day quite a while ago. You'd recently moved into a new apartment in Portland and while you managed to transfer over most of your furniture, this new apartment was quite a bit bigger so it didn't feel quite as homely yet as your other did. Today's plan was to go furniture shopping and Christmas shopping. Both you and Jessie were suckers for the festivities. Ever since being together, not a year had passed where you didn't decorate every single room in the house. Traditions of Christmas tree decorating, baking Christmas cookies or watching Christmas films were never skipped in the Fleming household.

As every other day of the week that had just passed, you stirred from your sleep at a little past 7. You stayed in bed for a couple more minutes before you carefully peeled Jessie's arm from your midsection and got up out of bed, successfully escaping the Canadian's grip without waking her up. You softly padded downstairs and made your way over to the kitchen to make yourself a coffee. You silently thanked your wife for having picked up a refresh of your favorite coffee beans the other day, when you noticed the package you were using was running empty. Coffee and book in hand, you made your way over to your usual spot on the couch and immersed yourself in the story at hand.

It wasn't long this time, probably only 15 minutes, until you were interrupted by the soft padding of fuzzy sock-covered feet making their way down the stairs of your shared apartment. The usual frown on your Canadian's face made way for a slight smile, it was a welcome sight on this slow Saturday morning. You softly closed your book and put it to the side while Jessie made her way over to the couch, opening your arms for her to fall into. She plopped down sideways on your lap with a satisfied sigh, her arms circling around you as she nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck.

"Morning, baby," you whispered softly against the side of her face as you pressed a tender kiss right beneath her ear, tracing soft patterns up and down her back with your fingers. "Morning," Jessie mumbled back, nuzzling her face impossibly deeper against your warm body. "Had a good sleep?" you asked her, to which you got a hum in response. You pressed another soft kiss against the side of Jessie's face, letting her rest for a couple more minutes in your arms before you inevitably had to get your day started.

"You're up early again," Jessie mumbled nearly incoherently into your skin. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, baby. Too good a biorhythm," you feel Jessie chuckle and you undo a couple knots as you run your fingers through her messy curls. "I'm gonna file a complaint at your work, I think", your wife said. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" you quipped back. "Because they're stealing my morning cuddles from me."

"Oh, are they now? I think we can't let that slide, can we." "Yeah, we can't. I'm gonna call them later, actually." "On a Saturday?" "Oh. Well, Monday."

You laughed breathily as Jessie mumbled further about her plans to sue your company. "Let me make you some breakfast, Jess, we have a busy day ahead of us," it took a bit of convincing, but eventually the midfielder slipped off your lap and let you make your way over to the kitchen. You downed the rest of your now cold coffee, and got started on some eggs. Scrambled, on toast. Just the way you knew Jessie liked them. It wasn't long before you felt a pair of muscular arms slipping their way around your waist. Jessie laid her head on your shoulder and watched you work, silently admiring the way you moved so effortlessly around the kitchen, even with a sleepy Canadian clutching onto your back. "Handsy this morning, yeah?"

"Can you blame me?" Jessie said, clutching you tighter against her. "You're lucky I love you, Jess". "I know. Very lucky," she replied, accentuating her words with a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. "Go sit down, baby. I'll have this ready in a couple moments. You want coffee?" Jessie hummed appreciatively in response and reluctantly let go of your body before taking her usual spot on one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter. You finished up on your breakfast and made the both of you another cup of coffee, plating all of it up and putting your wife's breakfast in front of her.

Before you could take a seat, Jessie pulled you back into her and squeezed your body against her. She wrapped one of her hands behind your neck and pulled you down to give you a proper kiss. You groaned in appreciation when her soft lips moved against yours, not urging for anything more, just a moment of affection shared between the two of you before you got your day started. Before any of you could get carried away and forget about the breakfast you had just made, Jessie started pulling away. She brought her hand down to your front and delicately brushed your bottom lip with her thumb, pulling it back a little before letting it plop back in to place. She pressed her forehead against yours, "I love you, thank you for breakfast," you grinned and pressed a couple more tender pecks against her lips before you softly spoke. "I love you more. Now get this food down so we can get this day going."

[pogues4lifeee]

♡ valentines day - john b ♡

Summary: you and john b hate each other until you need to bring a boy home for valentines day. With no one else to turn to, you end up having to bring john b home to your family and end up catching feelings

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creds go to @i_thrive_off_coffee for the idea!! 

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Y/n pov

The light peeking through my curtains. I rolled over groggily and picked my phone up to check the time. 8:07 am. Great. Only 3 hours of sleep. I haven’t been able to get much sleep lately and I was lying awake until 5:00 in the morning. It didn’t help that Valentine’s day was in a week. Every year you had to go to your family’s house for your annual lunch and every year you would show up without a boyfriend, and with every year you show up boyfriend-less, it’s another year of being belittled by your mother. It’s like I can hear her nagging me already.

“Seriously y/n? No boyfriend again? What about Topper? My mom would say, trying to set me up with one of my best friends since I was little. 

I am a kook. Always have been and always will be. I’ve always found the pogues to be rude people who spend all their time drinking beer and smoking weed. I love the kooks. I always hang out with Topper, Rafe, Kelce, Ruthie, Sarah, and sometimes Sofia if she can get away from her job. Sofia is one the only pogues I like besides Kie, since she is technically a kook. 

After laying in bed for a couple more minutes, scrolling through Instagram, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I started to brush my teeth when my phone went off. I turned it on and picked it up. It was the kook group chat. 

top 💙: Hey! Wanna meet up at the Country Club for golfing today?

ruthie 💚: Sure! Sounds cool

sofi my poguee 💛: I’m working today anyways, I’m sure I can hang out during my break!

sarah pookie 🩷: I’m down!

second brother (rafe) 🧡: Sure! Anything to see my baby 😘

Sofi my poguee 💛: See you there babe

kelce 💚: I’m down! How about you y/n?

I stopped to think for a second before typing out my response.

y/n: Why the fuck not?

After a couple more minutes, we settled on meeting at 12:30 so we could have lunch there too. I took a quick shower, washing my hair and started to get ready. I wore a white lululemon scuba pleated skirt. I tied my hair back into a long ponytail and put on some gold earrings and a necklace with y/n on it. I slid on a baseball cap and grabbed my stuff before hopping in my car and driving to the country club while listening to music. I checked the time and saw that I was on time. Once I had parked and got my stuff out of my car, my phone went off again. This time it was my mom. I ignored it for now as pretty much everyone else was already here, even though I was 10 minutes early. I walked into the country club, immediately spotting topper, rafe, kelce, Sofia, and Ruthie sitting at the bar. 

“What’s up guys?” I ask, walking up to my best friends. 

“Hey y/n! Nice to see ya!” said topper, standing up and hugging me with a drink in his hand

I’ve known Topper since we were kids. We always got along well and always knew when something was wrong. He was basically an older brother to me. Same goes with rafe since I’ve known him and Sarah since kindergarten. After saying hi and hugging all the guys, Ruthie, and Sofia, I sat down next to Topper on a barstool. I pulled out my phone and opened the text from my mom. My stomach dropped when I read it.

my momma 💕: can’t wait to meet your new boyfriend! Does he like chicken or beef?

 Fuck. I completely forgot I told my mom that I had a boyfriend to get her off my back. Could I say we broke up? No, that would make it worse. Topper immediately noticed that I was upset over something. 

“Hey, everything good, y/n/n?” he asked me. 

“No. I’m fucked. I told my mom I had a boyfriend to get her off my back, but now I have to bring him home for our valentine's day lunch.” I replied, digging my head in my hands. 

“Shit. I wish we could help, but your mom’s seen all of us with our girlfriends.” Rafe said. 

It was true, my mom had seen Topper  with Sarah, Rafe with Sofia, and Kelce with Ruthie, so there wasn’t anything they could do. 

“It’s ok, I’ll figure something out.” I say, trying not to ruin our day. 

Just then, Sarah walked in and all of us were there. We ordered lunch to our golf course and spent the rest of the day golfing and laughing. 

♡

“See y’all later!” I say, hopping in my car. 

It was 6:45 and the sun was starting to set. After waving goodbye to Sarah and Sofia, I started my drive home. As I turned into my driveway, I saw kie walking up to my door with a giant grocery bag.

“Hey kie!” I say, turning off the car and hopping out.

“Hey y/n/n!” she says, running up to me and hugging me

“What are you doing here?” I asked when we let go.

“It’s been a while I thought we could catch up, have a sleepover, I even brought snacks!” she says, holding up the grocery bag.

“Sure! Let me just change first” I said, pointing to my country club outfit.

We step inside my house and kie starts setting up the snacks while I go upstairs to change. I throw on one of Sarah’s sweatshirts she left here last time she came over and some shorts. I tie my hair into a messy bun, and go downstairs to see that kie has set up an assortment of chocolates, chips, and popcorn with a 6 pack of doctor pepper. 

“Perfect! Just what I needed!” I exclaim before plopping on the crouch and picking up the remote to look for a movie.

“So what’s been going on lately?” Kie asks me.

“Nothing much except I have to find a fake boyfriend in 4 days.” I reply. 

Kie is confused, so I fill her in on what’s going on. She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it.

“What?” I asked, noticing.

“It’s nothing, I had an idea, but you won’t like it” she said

“Let me guess, you were going to suggest I borrow one of ‘your boys’ for the day.” I guess, referring to the pogues 

“Not exactly… it was worse.” 

“No… you weren’t about to suggest I use John B were you?!” I ask, opening netflix to hopefully find a movie to watch.

“Yeah…” Kie says sheepishly 

“Are you crazy? I would rather use pope or even jj for that matter, but you know I hate John b and he hates me!” I say loudly, still searching on Netflix.

“I know, but pope has to work and jj is being forced to help his dad go to Yucatan” kie says rolling her eyes

“Are you sure that John B Routledge is my only option right now?” I picked up a doctor pepper and cracked it open.

“That or suffer your mom’s bickering” she says, shrugging. 

As much as I hated pogues, John b was the worst of them all. He used to work with me at the Wreck with Kie. He stole food from the back, and to make matters worse, when you caught him sneaking food while closing up, he made you promise to keep it a secret. I agreed, because I was sure he was stealing it for a good reason. He is a pogue after all. When Kie’s parents confronted him about stealing food, he blamed me for telling them and so he told them I let him take them without asking. Luckily, because I was Kie’s friend and I’ve known her since I was in elementary school, I got off with a warning. When I ran into him after, I yelled at him and dumped his beer on his head. He got back at me by spreading a rumour that I was cheating on him, even though we never even dated. Since then, you have steered clear of each other, and we’re doing a really good job at it. You did not want to have to rely on him, but you knew you had no other choice. 

“Fine. I guess let’s go with John B.” I say reluctantly, finally hitting play on the princess diaries and sipping my doctor pepper.

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John b pov:

“Hey jb, go a little faster will ya?” JJ asks me.

It was a typical boat day on the hms pogue. I love these days with the pogues. Kie always tanning or scrolling TikTok or instagram, pope or me driving, and jj doing something stupid. Take right now as an example. He wanted me to speed up the boat so he could try to catch beer in his mouth. I rolled my eyes, but I started to drive faster anyways. JJ put one foot on the bow and tipped the bottle back. He’s tried this trick many times, and failed every time. This time was no different.

“You’re getting it in my hair!” Kie yelped. 

JJ continued to pour the beer, getting it everywhere. I was laughing so hard I didn’t see the sandbank in front of the boat, causing the boat to jerk forward when it hit it, launching JJ in the air. We all immediately ran to the side of the boat

“You good JJ?” Pope asked.

“I think my heels touched the back of my head,” JJ joked, swimming back towards the boat. 

When he got back in and everything went back to normal, Kie came up to me.

“Hey JB, I have a huge favour to ask you…” she says, sounding a bit nervous

“Sure, anything, what’s up?” I ask her.

“So you know how Valentine's day is coming up right…?” she asks me

“Yeah.. what about it?” I ask back, waiting for her to get to the point

“Well a friend of mine needs someone to fake being her boyfriend because her mom has always been on her back about it. I told her I would ask you since JJ and Pope are usually busy nowadays.” Kie said

“Who is it?” I ask her before agreeing. 

She freezes for a second

“It’s y/n…” she says quietly.

“y/n? Are you kidding me? Fuck no!” I responded. 

“Look, I get it,” she says, sitting down next to me. “You guys hate each other, but please, do it for me. I know you hate her but she agreed to it and plus I kind of owe her one…” she jokes

I stopped to think for a second. I hated y/n, but I would do anything for the pogues. 

“Ok fine.” I said. “Just this once.”

“Oh my gosh thank you so much JB!” she says, pulling out her phone to text Y/N. 

“She says she’ll pick you up at 12:00 on Valentine’s day for lunch” she informs me. 

I simply nod my head. It’s not like I had any plans with the pogues that day, plus technically I did worse to her than she did to me, so I kind of owe it to her too. I laid down on the seats of the pogue, staring at the sky, thinking about that lunch and how miserable that day was going to be for the both of us. 

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Y/N pov: 

I slipped into a red tube top and a white pleated mini skirt. Today was the day. February 14th. Valentine’s day. The day I had to pretend I not only liked John B, but were in love with him. I checked the time on my phone. 11:26 am. I had to leave in 10 minutes to pick up John B on time. I put on some jewelry and some sandals with heels, grabbed my purse, and headed out. I started driving to his house. The chateau, as he calls it. I pulled into the driveway and texted him. I still had his number from when he worked on our boat. I figured he had blocked it, but it was worth a shot. 

Y/N: I’m outside. 

John B: Give me a minute, I just need to grab some things. 

I rolled my eyes and sent a thumbs up. I grabbed my airpods out of my purse and started listening to (insert your favourite music artist). After a couple minutes, he walked out of the chateau wearing a button up shirt and jeans, holding flowers in his left hand and chocolates in his right. I unlocked the car door and he got in the passenger seat. 

“Hey y/n. I got flowers and chocolates to make it more believable” he said, handing me the flowers and chocolates. I took them from his hand and put them in a compartment next to me. 

“Thanks,” I said. “Now, we need to make it seem like we’ve been dating for months, so let’s talk.” 

“Talk about what?” he asked, confused

“About everything I guess. You know, our friends, family, things we like, shit like that.” 

And that’s what we did for the 20 minute drive back to Figure Eight. We talked, and caught up. I parked in the driveway. John B was about to get out of the car before I stopped him.

“By the way, this doesn’t mean I like you. You were just my only option. As soon as this is over, I’m going to go back to hating you.” I warned him.

“Wasn’t counting on it, princess.” he smirked while getting out of the car. 

I rolled my eyes as I hopped out of the car. Locking the door, we headed up the stairs to the front door. I was about to ring the bell when John B grabbed my hand. 

“To make it realistic,” he explained, even though it wasn’t necessary. 

I rang the doorbell and it wasn’t long before my mom opened the door. 

“Hey sweetie!” she says to me.

“Hi mom,” I responded. 

“Is this your new boyfriend?” she asks, happy I’m showing up with a guy. Little does she know I actually hate the boy I’m showing up with.

“Yeah. Mom, meet John B. John B, my mom” I introduced the two. 

“Nice to meet you Ms. y/l/n.” John B reaches out to shake her hand.

“Well come in!” my mom says, moving over so that we can step inside.

I lead the way in, John B following close behind. We walk into the living room, still holding hands. His hand was warm and soft, so I didn’t mind holding it. I walked in to see your sister and her boyfriend sitting in the living room with your dad, talking about the Super Bowl that happened the other day. I couldn’t care less about football, but John B was immediately interested in the conversation. I headed to the kitchen to help my mom finish cooking, and John B joined the conversation about the game. I was making the salad when I looked up and saw John B dancing with my sister. It made me chuckle, causing him to look up at me. 

“Come on y/n/n, let’s dance!” he said approaching the kitchen and holding out his hand for me to take. 

Playing along, I laughed as I left the kitchen and took his hand. He danced me into the living room, where he spun me around a couple times and picked me up bridal style. I started laughing, truly enjoying myself. After spinning me around a few more times, he dropped me on the couch. I got up and headed back to the kitchen to finish the salad. 

 ♡

“Lunch is ready!” my mom said, setting the roast chicken on the table. I came to the table with the salad in one hand and a bowl of mashed potatoes in the other. We all took our places, John B sitting next to me. I helped my mom serve everyone before starting to eat. 

“So John B,” my sister started “How did you and y/n meet?”

“Well, I met her working at the Wreck.” he started. “We were both working as waiters and we became close friends. I started to catch feelings for her, but she was always busy with work and the kooks, so I never had a chance to talk to her much. Then one day, I decided to just ask her to join me and my friends on one of our boat days. Once we were in the marsh, I told her I liked her, we started going out, and the rest is history” he finished his story

“That’s so sweet!” my mom says. 

“I know right? He really is the best boyfriend.” I say, giving him a peck. 

I pulled back to see his warm, brown eyes gazing into mine, pulling me in. I realized I was staring at him and snapped back into reality. 

“Everything ok?” John B asked me, seeing the nervous look on my face.

“Yeah, I just need to use the bathroom.” I said, getting up and rushing to the bathroom. Once I entered, I locked the door and sat on the floor. There was no way I was actually starting to like John B. The one person I swore I would never like again. After everything he’s done to me, I never thought I would have to worry about catching feelings, but it was something about the way he was today. Dancing me around the living room, picking me up and spinning me around, even holding my hand with his warm, soft, big hand. I had to pull through this lunch without thinking too much about it. I got up and left the bathroom. I sat back down at the table and the conversation returned back to normal. 

“Hey, you good?” John B asked me, whispering so no one else could hear us. 

I simply nodded. I didn’t want to say anything yet. 

“So y/n, how’s your (insert something you’re passionate about) course going?” my sister’s boyfriend asked me. 

With that, the conversation turned back to normal and within another 15 minutes, everyone finished their food. I started to help my mom clean up before John B stopped me.

“Hey hey, you should go hang out with your family. I’ll help your mom clean up.” he says

“You sure babe?” I ask. He simply nods and I go hang out with my family.

 ♡

“It was so nice meeting you John B!” my mom said as we stepped outside. 

It was now 6:47 and the sun was starting to set. We had stayed a couple more hours, played some games, and now we were leaving. 

“Thank you for having me Ms. y/l/n.” John B said, hugging her goodbye.

My mom closed the door and we headed to the car. I unlocked the white jeep and we got in. 

“That was one hell of a day” John B said, buckling his seatbelt. 

“Yeah, for sure.” I replied, adjusting the rear view mirror and starting the car. 

I started driving towards the cut to drop John B off at home. I turned on the radio and I could hear John B singing along to the song that was on the radio. Listening closer, I heard it was (insert your favourite song) and started singing too. After a little while, I parked in front of the chateau.

“Well, this is it then.” I said to John B.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

He was about to get out of the car before I stopped him.

“John B, wait!” I say. 

He froze and closed the car door. 

“Yeah?” he asked, confused.

“Today has been an amazing day John B,” I started. “ I started this day thinking it would be the worst but it ended up being amazing! Dancing with you in the living room, playing charades as a team, hell, even you dropping me down on the couch! I fucking love you now John B! I know it seems like a lot right now and I know you probably still hate me but I-”

Just then, I felt John B’s lips touch mine. He had just kissed me. 

“I love you too y/n.” he said. “Today has been the best day I’ve had in a while and it’s because of you,” he said. 

“Ok, so… what does that mean for us?” I asked.

“Well, if you’re up for it, lunch at the Wreck? Friday 12:30?” he asked back.

“Sure.” I said, smiling. 

“It’s a date.” he said before kissing me again and getting out of the car. 

I smiled and pulled out of the driveway. While driving home, I kept replaying today. Today was nothing like I had expected it to be, but I couldn’t be happier about it. I started this day with a fake boyfriend and was ending with that same fake boyfriend possibly becoming my real one. Once I got home, I changed out of my outfit into one of Topper’s shirts he had left here and shorts and got into bed. I opened my phone and changed the name for John B in my phone. I smiled at the update

John B —> john bae ❤️

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John B pov

I opened the door to the chateau to see Kie, JJ, and Pope waiting up for me. They were all clearly interested about what had happened during the day.

“So…” Kie asked, waiting for me to respond to the obvious question

“So… what?” I asked, making them suffer a little longer.

“How did lunch with y/n go?” Pope asked. I’ve never seen him this excited to receive news from me

“Let’s just say it went better than I thought.” I said with a smirk before going upstairs without another word.

“Hey! What do you mean ‘better than you thought’?” I heard JJ yell behind me. I ignored it and went into my room. 

“It’s ok. I’ll ask y/n later.” I heard Kie tell the pogues. 

I smiled, knowing that this meant that maybe y/n would start to like pogues more, considering she was dating one now. I changed into a shirt and some shorts before plopping into bed. Before I went to sleep though, I opened my phone and changed the contact name for y/n. I smiled, looking at the new name before I went to bed.

Y/N —> y/n/n baby 💜

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A/N: thanks for reading! sorry this is a bit of a longer one! i will write a jiara ship story next!

[writing-whump]

Woww thank you for the accident fic I was one of the fans who asked for it 😄 maybe it was not fun for you as much as other but I really enjoyed it (guess I'm a huge fan of those kind unexpected drama and sacrifice lol) Tbh, I don't want to bore you, or mess your schedule and attention but I can't help myself! Well, ok, I admit I'm a drama-addict and love to read other's reactions to it. Sorry for insisting!!

So it's just a tiny request, it really doesn't have to a fic-long as usual (if you want to write that way of course it's way better for me lol) I'm just curious about how would Isiah feel and think when he found out about the accident. I understand that this kind of trauma can be healed easily for wolves and not a concern, and Hex&Arnie got through it well, but it could be worse, right? Idk maybe Arnie would feel stressed about it afterwards and worry about Hex even though he's already healed. He might also blame himself for what happened as he was driving? Anyways, would you consider write another part stress sick Arnie and caretaker Isiah?

-🛼

I mean, this is fitting, since Arnie doesn't get stress sick, but he gets stress migraines. And we didn't have him with Isaiah as caretaker for a while...here you go🥰🤗

Stress migraine

Arnie really wanted to have fun today.

Hector was sleeping third day in a row already, tyring to get his shadow back up after all the healing. Nobody really knew, since Hector wouldn't want the pack to know and refused to call anyone.

Arnie understood. It was usually just the two of them, when something bad happened to either. Hector never let himself or Arnie find out if they had other people they could trust.

But now they had someone like that back. Someone they could call.

Other thing was that there wasn't really much to tell. Hector was fine, the car was getting fixed, Arnie wasn't hurt very much. What was he supposed to make a scene for, when there was no proof something even happened?

He caught himself looking for the little wound in his hair in the mirror just to make sure he didn't dream the whole accident up.

They had a scheduled meeting with Isaiah on Saturday though and Arnie figured it was a good opportunity as any to get out and distract himself.

He wanted to stop waking up to the fear he was back at the car or keep checking Hector every 30 minutes like he would start coughing blood out of his sleep all of sudden.

No, this was good.

Isaiah took him on a tour around Vienna. He said it was a scandal Arnie didn't get to see the center yet and that he didn't know all the sights by memory now.

Isaiah definitely did. They took Tram D around the main ring of the first district. Many important things were all after each other, parliament, city hall, the two giant museums of natural history and art history right across each other, the giant theater, the Butterfly House...

Isaiah refused to take a car, when everything was so well-connected and they spend the day on foot, from one park to another, one big street to another.

Isaiah seemed to have a thought out plan of switching between greenery and impressive buildings, talking all about the style of architecture, how many times they were rebuild, who famous lived there.

Arnie was so overwhelmed with all the information he stopped putting it together halfway through. He took comfort from just Isaiah's relaxed mood, his zealous voice and ardent expression.

Everything was all good with the world again. One could believe it, listening to him.

Somewhere around midday they went to get lunch near the Schonenbrun castle and gardens, Isaiah treating him to schnitzel and cake for good measure. He never let Arnie pay for anything when they were together.

"I have the same inheritance as you do," Arnie objectdd as he took a sip from his cold brew coffee.

Isaiah smiled. "Yeah, but we will start this talk once you make your own. Rich or not, there is nothing like getting a paycheck for the first time. Your effort, you decision."

"So you want to pay for everything with what you earn?"

"The assistance job I got at the uni pays well. I also helped out with a city planning project last year that had very good funding."

Arnie leaned back in the chair. "That's cool. What about your whole wolf helping activities? Hector says you get called to things all around the city. Do you get any pay from that?"

Isaiah took a spoonful of his chocolate lava cake. "No, I don't do that for money. I like helping out."

"You shouldn't be doing that for free though, when it takes so much of your time. Or is it the contacts and favours you gather that way?"

"Isn't it worthwhile and helpful when you can give people things without having them pay for it?"

"Yeah sure, but that's sustainable if you actually use all the money you were born with. If you were born with it." He was getting the impression Isaaih didn't like relying on anything that came from their father. "Besides, don't people take skills and advice more seriously if they have to pay for it? If you give it for free, they might not take any interest at all. It's a way to show them something is valuable."

"What exactly would I call it? Hello, I have experience that your shadow is entirely manageable with the right kind of training, but your pack doesn't seem to know, so come and listen to me?" Isaiah shook his head. Way to insult the pack and trivialise the wolf's problems.

"You have expert training from leading packs of the West. If you wanted to make that systematically accessible through courses or stuff, I think people would find it easer to find you. You could even prevent most of the problems the packs and human authorities call you to."

Isaiah chuckled. "You aren't the first one to suggest something like that. Matthew said something similar. Even Seline said I could make it a job. I don't know. I like working in the academic environment as well."

"It's not like you would have to choose between one or the other. Plus academic jobs are pretty instable I hear."

"You didn't even start uni yet and you are hearing about uni conditions?"

Arnie shrugged. "Lots of protests about the Mittelbau and the time constrained chain contracts around lately." Apprently 80% of the academic workforce that didn't have safe professor status worked under conditioned contracts, always afraid if they were going to be prolonged or not and if they wouldn't have to move to another town just to get a job they specilized in.

"It's impressive you can understand it. You still thinking about law school?"

"Yep." Hector was very careful about not mentioning it too much so Arnie wouldn't feel pressured, but he knew Hector would find it useful. Even wolves had to respect the law.

And Arnie would love to feel a bit more powerful around them.

"You are still studying it too?"

"Additional classes and courses, yeah. It's not my main subject, but it's useful in practice."

Arnie hummed, satisfied with the prognosis of that. He wanted to know useful important stuff.

They talked some more about law and different teaching styles of different faculties.

Everything was going well, except the sun was becoming a bit too much and Arnie's temples were starting to pulse.

Why now? He finally relaxed, finally forgot about what happened at home...

His stomach flipped at the reminder. He was pleasantly full just a minute ago, but now it felt like too much.

They paid and strolled around the gardens, when Arnie said: "Let's sit in the shade for a bit?"

Isaiah gave him a puzzled look that they barely got up and Arnie wanted to sit down already, but complied.

For such a historical sight, there were lots of people chilling on the benches in the shadows. Lots of trees planted for that purpose aside all the magnificently styled flowers everywhere.

"It's really hot today," Arnie said, tugging at the collar of his buttonup. Short sleveed, but still.

"There is a good ice cream stand nearby. I'll get you some." Isaiah patted him on the back as he left.

Arnie slumped back on the bench, relieved to be out of sight for a bit. He didn't want to ruin the tour that Isaiah planned out so carefully, but his head was positively pounding.

He didn't get a headache after the accident. That was weird in hindsight. Usually, when something stressful like that happened, he would absolutely get one.

He must have been too worried for Hector to let himself relax enough for it to set in. Veins must have finally opened from their tense contraction, and that's what made it painful.

Cold sweat was gathering at the back of his neck. His right temple felt like someone was putting a drill to it, while the other was held in a crushing grip.

The sunlight was so blinding, even though he was in a nice shade. He felt goosebumps on his arms, as his lovely lunch churned inside him.

Arnie leaned forward, planting his elbows on his knees as he swallowed heavily against the saliva pooling in his mouth.

His stomach let out an angry whine, cramping up. Arnie hid his face in his hands, taking quick shallow breaths. Not now, not now, not now.

He groaned as his lunch roiled inside him, sniffling. There weren't many people around him in particular but this was still a public space. Beautiful gardens under a tree with a view of the castle, no less.

A burp snuck its way past his lips. His upper lip was covered in sweat now too. He could taste the salt as he licked his lips.

Arnie knew from experience it would only make him more miserable to fight it. The pain in his temples pulsed in synch with his heartbeat.

When he looked up from his hands, the sunlight pierced his eyes even stronger. The pain in his left temple spiked and Arnie heaved, pulling his feet more apart.

He swallowed the first retch down, but the second almost made him choke. Letting his head hang between his knees, he burped, the third wave bringing up the cake and the cold coffee onto the ground.

His brain was buzzing in his skull, so he kept his eyes closed, completely giving in to the sensations. Another wave of puke landed between his feet. Arnie only hoped his shoes wouldn't get dirty.

"Aww kiddo. What happened to you?" He felt Isaiah's cold hand against his nape. Isaiah discarded the two scones of ice cream on the ground at the sight, sitting down gently next to him.

That's when another wave of yellow brown puke found its way up, tasting of the potato salad and meat. Arnie groaned, back arching as he vomited up the longest stream yet.

Isaiah held his shoulder to steady him, rubbing up and down with his thumb. "What happened? Did you feel sick suddenly? Or before? Is it the sun?"

Arnie burped emptily, spitting at the pool between his feat. The smell was making him nauseous still.

"I thought we took enough breaks in the shade. Maybe I miscalculated. You are sweating all over."

Arnie sniffled, his nose running. He kept his eyes closed still, the pounding in his head worse whenever the tried to open his eyes. He tilted towards Isaiah's voice blindly.

Isaiah obediently filled in the spot, letting Arnie lean against his shoulder. "Shhhhh. All good now. We will cool you down and you will feel better in no time."

Arnie sniffled again, curling into Isaiah's clean cologne, probably leaving a trail of snot behind. "Head hurtsss."

"I know, buddy, I know."

"...wanna go home."

Isaiah nodded over his head. "I'll call a taxi. We can go to my place too..."

Arnie shook his head. "Home." He wanted his own bed, his curtains, his medicine, though it would probably take a bit for his stomach to settle enough for it.

Isaiah was quite as they waited, only wrapping his arm around Arnie and helping him up when the taxi came. It was more or less a blurr for Arnie, who was glad Isaiah took over so eagerly, masterfully, despite not even knowing what was wrong.

As they sat in the back of the car, Arnie buried his face in Isaiah's chest, trying to muffle the sounds and light as much as possible.

"You will be okay. Just breathe."

"I'm sorry I ruined the trip."

"You didn't, you didn't. Should have chosen a later hour. With this heat-"

"Not the heat," Arnie sighed. "Migraine."

Isaiah tensed underneath him. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Miragine. It's fine. Not...not your fault."

"Since when do you get migraines?" Isaiah said in a strangled voice.

"Since I was 12? Or 13? Something like that." He moaned quietly as the car took a turn and jostled him.

Isaiah tighed his grip around his torso. They sat in silence for a while before he spoke again. "How often do you get them?"

"Not regularly anymore. Something...usually something triggers it."

Isaiah's hand went up his arm, gently sneaking into his sweaty hair. When Arnie leaned into the touch, Isaiah started rubbing at his temples gently.

"What triggered it this time?" Isaiah asked softly.

The car jostled them again, making them both jump up and down on their seats. Arnie tensed up, then buried his face against Isaiah's neck with a moan.

Isaiah held him as tight as he could without making it painful. Arnie fought against the growing pressure behind his eyes, lips pressed together.

"Arnie?"

Isaiah's voice was so soft and concerned in his ear it got the tears spilling down Arnie's cheeks. "I-it's nothing. Nothing really happened. We-we just-" He sobbed quietly.

"Shhhhh."

"We-we were in a car accident with Hex. Three days ago." He felt the coldness wash over them as the car came into the underground parking place of their apartment complex. Arnie blinked, leaning back, blinking his eyes open in relief at the darkness.

He looked at Isaiah with teary eyes. "I-I was driving and it wasn't my- but Hex, he- protected me and got super hurt and, and he is fine now..."

Isaiah watched him carefully, green eyes of the same shade meeting his. They seemed to have a glow in the dark from how intensity he focused on Arnie.

"But I was really scared, you know? And it's stupid to be upset about it, cause nothing h-happened-"

"It's not stupid. It was scary and horrible, no matter the outcome. I'm sorry."

"B-but I shouldn't be upset, right? Cause we are fine, we are both fine-" His breath hitched with another sob as another tear ran down his cheek. Some part of his brain wondered how the taxi driver didn't say a thing, waiting for Arnie to cry his eyes out on his backseat.

Isaiah brushed some sweaty blond hair away from Arnie's forehead. "And that's important that you are both healthy and okay. But it makes perfect sense you are upset too. You are allowed to get scared and worried."

Arnie's face twisted with another sob as Isaiah petted his hair gently, carefully watching him for any signs it was making the headache worse. But the pressure was really going down as Arnie let the emotion go, through words and tears.

"We didn't have to go out today if you were upset," Isaiah said.

"I wanted to see you though. And we had it scheduled..." so it was the best opportunity.

"If you called me, I would have come. We don't have to just meet when it's 'scheduled' or when you need help with something serious, you know?" Isaiah was still combing Arnie's hair away, when he started to look through his pockets with their other hand, manifesting a paper towel out of nowhere. "Here."

Arnie wiped his face and carefully blew his nose.

"I want to know when something happens in your lives. Good or bad, big or small," Isaiah said, no trace of reproach in his voice, though he sounded firm. "I want to be in the picture."

Arnie felt better hearing it somehow. It was like a permission to call him, even when the trouble wasn't real. Even if it was just Arnie wanting to talk.

The younger boy took a shaky breath, offering Isaiah a shy smile.

[ggukkiedae]

another confidant

date: april 2018

warning/s: insecure thoughts

notes from c: anything spoken in italics is spoken in english, just some soft jaehyun getting a look into the way hannah’s mind works for today 🥰 and ctto for the gif, it’s not mine i found it on pinterest

i’m literally gonna be watching nct nation in like 30 minutes! so a little post to celebrate that 🥰

word count: 1.5k

in which hannah’s solo date becomes a vent-to-jaehyun dinner

Hannah found herself plopping down onto the ground and groaning out loud as soon as Taeyong called for the end of their practice. They had been going at it for the whole day, not to mention the practice she had with 127 earlier that morning for Chain… Wow. She was actually working on a 127 thing outside of NCT 2018. She really is part of 127. 

A deep chuckle together with a hand tickling her stomach brought her back to reality. Instinctively, she swatted the hand away and rolled back over her head. Once she was sat up, she gave a glare to Jaehyun who simply shrugged. 

“For someone who wants to die, you sure have a lot of energy,” Ten shook his head at her and offered her a hand up. 

“Oh, you and I both know who really wants me to die,” a half-bitter chuckle escaped her as she remembered a few of the comments she received about her joining 127. This statement caused multiple heads to turn towards her in worry, which, in turn, was amusing enough to her but eye-roll inducing. “Would you guys relax? I’m out of my emo phase about this, don’t worry.”

“I gave her cuddles last night, so she’s good,” Jaehyun’s dimples popped out as he handed her a water bottle. “Cuddles that she asked for, if I may add.”

Hannah smacked the 97 liner’s arm as a bunch of cries of disbelief rose from the rest of the members. Surprisingly, or not, a few of the older members suddenly gained energy once again and started coming at Hannah for not being affectionate with them. Both physically and verbally. 

The British girl burst into laughter as she ran away from Johnny, Ten, Yuta, and Taeyong started chasing her around their practice room. When the other members said that they’d try to not treat her too much like a girl to not make her feel out of place, she didn’t think that would mean getting smothered with affection. In all honesty, she wasn’t prepared when members outside of Donghyuck, Jaemin, Kun, Johnny, and Jaehyun all started attempting to coddle her. She wasn’t used to it. She was used to coddling her two maknaes, not the other way around. 

But they had all made it clear after the whole no-sleep fiasco that they were going to baby her to the best of their capabilities. When she tried to get Taeyong to talk them out of it, he pulled the “you’re-the-third-youngest-member” card and laughed it off. 

Coming back to the present time, she felt someone grab her around the waist. It was Johnny, if his laughter wasn’t anything to tell by. Her face lit up as she remembered something that Yoonmi had taught her before. With some hesitation, she hooked her leg around Johnny’s leg and pulled forward until he was on the ground, her on top of him and somehow effectively pinning him down. 

Everyone stopped what they were doing. 

Jisung’s voice was the one that broke the silence. “Did noona just… throw Johnny hyung to the ground?”

“Yes, she did,” Jeno smiled. 

“This is rich,” Donghyuck’s snickers filled the room. “I can’t believe you actually used what Yoonmi taught you and made it work.”

Hannah shrugged her shoulders and got off of a still-in-shock Johnny while dusting off her hands. “Once I tried it on Jungkook oppa, I became pretty confident in doing it on anyone no matter their strength or size. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have dinner plans to go to.”

She picked up her bag and walked out the door, laughing as Donghyuck called for her to bring food home. Right, he was spending the night in her and Mark’s place. Just like he’s been doing every other night for weeks now. 

Footsteps caught up with her, catching her attention and making her glance back. Jaehyun had caught up to her and thrown an arm around her shoulders. 

“Hey, princess.”

“You know,” she laughed at him, “the others have started calling me princess because of you.”

“I’m the original,” he grinned, leaning his head a little closer to hers teasingly. “Mind telling me who you’re having dinner with?”

She rolled her eyes fondly at Jaehyun’s casual attempt of being protective. “Myself, actually. I read about this new restaurant opening up nearby, and I wanted to try the food out for myself before I recommend it to anyone.”

With one look at Jaehyun’s growing smile, Hannah knew he was going to start persuading her to let him come with her. Before he could say anything, she let out a groan and shrugged his arm off her shoulder.

Jaehyun was left watching her back as she walked away, unsure of what just happened. Once she was right in front of the elevators, she pressed the button, turned around, and looked at the 97 liner with a raised eyebrow.

“You coming?”

With a grin, Jaehyun made his way over to her. The elevator doors opened just as he got there. “I knew you loved me.”

She just scoffed, hiding her smile at the chance to bond with one of her new members. “You get fifteen minutes to shower. Meet me in our dorm building’s lobby after.

They accidentally matched outfits, much to Jaehyun’s delight. The moment she saw his pastel blue hoodie and white sweats, she made to get back into the elevator, but Jaehyun snickered at her and pulled her out of the dorm building.

That’s how she found herself seated in the corner booth of a new restaurant, aggressively stabbing the carrots in her dish and dropping them on the spare plate she had requested.

“Hannah,” Jaehyun watched her amusedly while taking some of her pasta with the carrot slice and eating it, “it isn’t so bad.”

She scrunched her nose at him. “The pasta isn’t bad, but who in their right mind puts carrot slices on pasta? Carrots are only good for carrot cakes, and you can’t even taste or feel them in those!”

Jaehyun chuckled and switched their plates, placing his creamy lemon chicken in front of her. “Eat that. You need protein to build up the strength if you’re going to have the complete NCT schedule like Mark and Haechan.”

“Don’t remind me,” she puts some of the chicken on the spare plate and pushed it closer to the boy in front of her. “After Chain, we have our last Dream Comeback with Mark. Have you heard the title song?”

“Not yet,” he gave her a look, “you’re not stressing yourself out, are you?”

For a while, all Jaehyun got from her in response was silence.

Hannah never really understood why the older members, especially recently, have been telling her to not stress herself out. In her point of view, stress was a normal part of the industry. If you weren’t getting stressed out, then didn’t that mean you didn’t care? 

If anything, everything that she went through the past few months made her believe that to a greater degree. She cared a lot. 

“Hey,” Jaehyun lightly knocked on the table in front of her, “thoughts out of your head and into our conversation, please.”

She composed herself. “Right, sorry. I am kinda stressing myself, but I don’t want anything I do to be half-assed, you know?”

He looked at her with curiosity. “How so?”

“I just feel like I wouldn’t be giving it my all if I wasn’t at least a little bit stressed. I care about my work and my performance, and I want it to show. I don’t know if it does.”

The older boy gave her a smile. “It does.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

Jaehyun just shook his head, “You’ll never feel like it does because you’re always going to want to pick yourself apart to become better. Trust me when I say this, we all see how much you love this job and how you’re constantly improving.”

She poked at the food on her plate once again, although softly this time, lacking the violence she did it with earlier. She didn’t know if she wanted to believe Jaehyun’s words, but they sounded nice coming from him—someone who saw her work behind the scenes with fresh eyes. Should she take the benefit of her doubt and believe? 

She snorted a little and looked down at her plate, not wanting to spiral into a number of “what ifs” running through her head again. It wasn’t worth it, it always took a lot longer to get things done when she spiralled. Instead, she decided to lift the mood a little bit.

Noticing the food on her plate somehow successfully separated completely between the rice and the meat, she looked up to meet Jaehyun’s eyes. “It’s what I get for being a virgo, I guess.”

“Don’t think I don’t know you don’t believe me,” Jaehyun poked her cheek, “but I’ll let it slide for now. Hey, how do those astrology things work, anyway?”

Hannah excitedly launched into an explanation of astrology in a mix of English and Korean, one unrelated thought echoing in her head. 

Thank god that Jaehyun wasn’t only someone she felt she could talk to, but that he was also someone who knew when not to press.

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Cadybear's Reviews- My Two First Loves

Welcome to the twenty-seventh official Cadybear's Reviews! Today I'll be talking about My Two First Loves, which I have ranked on the "Rotting Flesh Tier" at 2 stars out of a possible 10. My last and only playthrough of this was back in April-June 2021.

Oh boy! Oh boy oh boy oh boy! I could write a whole essay on everything wrong with this…  

So I will. 

To put it briefly: this story feels like it was adapted from a Wattpad story that was written by a 12-year-old whose only ever exposure to high school media and depictions of teenage sexuality was Glee, and then had serious queer and mature themes slapped onto it in order to make it seem better. Y’know, the equivalent of trying to polish a turd.

Or, heck, it’s probably PB’s attempt at ripping off “The Kissing Booth”, seeing as both have a MC in a love triangle between her childhood best friend and a bad boy named Noah, after all. Which, funnily enough, was also originally adapted from some tween’s Wattpad story. That’s about the equivalent to a dog eating some rotten food, shitting it out, then another dog finds it, eats it, and then shits it right out again. And THEN that second dog’s owner comes along to try to polish that double-toured turd. 

Number 1: The LGBTQ+ tag is clearly an attempt to appease the queer players that they probably think are being whiny. 

Ava’s arc about realizing she’s a lesbian who had been experiencing compulsory heterosexuality is pretty solid in a vacuum. But her being an LI was so blatantly only a last-minute decision PB made during the writing process, and it shows because Ava’s CG just uses her game sprite while Mason’s and Noah’s are fresh art. 

MC starts to fall for Ava sometime around at least 30 chapters in, but we don’t get to officially pursue her as a romance option until about 70 chapters in. I get delaying her as a love interest a bit because of the whole thing with MC realizing she’s bi, but even then, there’s just so few opportunities for building any kind of relationship with her that it hardly feels authentic. 

Speaking of, MC’s supposed bi awakening is completely rushed and treated with about as much value as a Family Guy cutaway gag, even outside of Ava being sidelined. As someone who realized I wasn’t straight three years ago and is still questioning if I’m bi or straight, I understand that people take different amounts of time to figure out their sexuality. But this MC does not spend any period of time figuring out her bisexuality. She basically just goes “Welp, guess I’m bi now”, and then it’s back to being indecisive as per usual except now there’s a female love interest in the mix too.

To add insult to injury, "discussions of sexuality" is placed in a "player discretion" warning, alongside "racial tensions" and "occasionally violence" to boot. How the fuck is discussion of sexuality even remotely on the same level as either of those? If they meant discussions or depictions of homophobia then maybe I could understand… but I don’t even recall seeing any depictions of homophobia in the book, so including this in the freaking warning tags is pointless at best and kind of insulting at worst. 

Not to mention, plenty of other Choices books like MOTY, ILS, D&D, etc. have had discussions about sexuality/LGBTQ+ stuff before, and didn't have to warn us about it. Not even MAH, a later book which had discussions about freaking conversion therapy for Christ’s sake. Sure, some of those books did have content warnings, but they were generally vague and/or mainly warned for violence, and didn’t warn specifically for depictions of queerphobia or discussions of sexuality. Yet for some reason, MTFL feels the need to include a player discretion warning for sexuality discussions, even though it contains far less harsher queer themes. 

Number 2: The portrayal of teen sexuality in this does not feel earnest. 

Let me just say, I found it very jarring how this one was much more sexually charged compared to PB’s other high school books. PB is usually way more “safe” and PG-13 at most when writing high school characters. Even in books like ROD and WEH, where the characters are 18+ and do have smutty scenes, it’s clear that those books are a lot more restricted compared to the adult cast books.  

I mean, with WEH, the safeness makes sense– it was meant to be a serious and tender story from the start, and it does actually follow through on those themes. But ROD feels like it could have easily been as horny with its writing as MTFL was, what with being about a studious “good girl” who goes rebellious. In fact, the story’s loading screen was pretty infamous at first for looking “steamier” than other covers and loading screens.

In actuality though, ROD had only, what, one smut scene? And despite a lot of MC’s outfits being revealing or arguably sensual, there are practically no moments where MC fawned over how “sexy” a revealing diamond outfit looked. Like, I’m pretty sure there were just little to no sexually charged scenes in general. 

My point is, whatever compelled PB to make MTFL *this* sexualized is beyond me. My guess is the fact that PB called this one a story about “navigating sexuality” and thus wanted to focus more on the aspects of sexuality, but if that’s the case… hoo boy, did they do a terrible job at it. 

I don’t really care about the hypersexualized writing of the teenage characters on its own, or how the characters were initially not confirmed 18+ when the earlier smut scenes were written. What I find far more important is the fact that this sort of cliche and formulaic hypersexualized writing is in a book that markets itself as being about “a young woman navigating love and sexuality for the first time”.

Teens do indeed have sex and can be all over the place with their hormones and sexuality. A lot of us have been there in some way, myself included. And there are ways to talk about that type of stuff in a manner that is silly and/or exaggerated, but still earnest and respectful. But the particular way that MTFL handles super-horny teen sexuality, specifically while claiming to be a coming-of-age story, is neither earnest nor respectful. 

The way this story handles these sorts of topics is the writing equivalent to doing a surgery with Fisher-Price toy surgery tools. It’s genuinely difficult to take MC “navigating her sexuality for the first time” seriously when has to constantly blubber about how Mason and Noah are so muscular or how a diamond outfit has “naughty little thigh highs” or how she wants to do a “down and dirty” cheer routine with Ava for Mason and Noah. 

That last one especially feels like the kind of stuff we’d see more in a campy chick flick that doesn’t take itself seriously. Honestly, if this was a more campy high school book with the tone of DLS or the 2023 movie “Bottoms”, it probably wouldn’t be as glaring. But in a book that markets itself as a coming-of-age story, the tone feels completely off and the whole book honestly felt like it couldn't decide what it wanted to be. 

(Also, while we’re on this topic of MC’s premium outfits, I really fucking despise how MC gets so upset about wearing "mom clothes" if you choose to wear the free modest clothing instead of the revealing diamond outfit in Chapter 2. Ugh. Yes, the dad was being shitty about not letting MC dress how she likes, but all it does is it just makes you feel like shit for not wanting to dress in more revealing clothes. Stop making me feel bad for wanting to wear simple non-revealing clothing. Same goes for you, Chris Romantic Getaway story with your “the regular jerseys aren’t cute enough for girls to wear, we have to cut one up into a cleavage crop top in order to make it good for us girls to wear” bullshit.) 

And it just slaps you in the face with these sexual moments too, placing them in frequently whenever it feels like it, and the amount of it that actually contributed to any coming-of-age navigating-sexuality are few and far between. Honestly, it felt like it was trying way too hard to look "mature" with how it handled sexuality (as well as some of the other stuff like them drinking alcohol). Like it maybe was trying to portray teens realistically, but it only does so at a very shallow level. 

It's literally just "Look at the teens that talk about sex and like doing sexy things and having sex and doing grown-up stuff like drinking alcohol, see how MATUUURRREEE they are!" and they don't do anything more with it. It's just tacked on so they can pretend their book is a realistic story about maturing/being mature, when it fails at actually doing so.

I mean, I guess you could argue that the MC is meant to be seen as more messy and hormonal. And in that case, I could give it a pass. But, again, MC’s supposed arc of “navigating sexuality” never goes anywhere from that until the very last few chapters where you choose which LI she ends up with. It’s pretty much the same crap all throughout the book. MC doesn’t navigate sexuality, she just runs around aimlessly in it like a chicken with its head cut off.

Number 3: All the serious themes they try to have in the story are overshadowed by MC’s stupid indecisiveness plot. 

I’ve already said MTFL tries way too hard to make its story seem “mature” with the trashy way it sexualizes its characters. I’ve said it feels like it doesn’t know what it wants to be. Honestly though, this just sums up MTFL’s writing in general. 

MTFL has quite a handful of subplots, and I will admit, all of them are pretty compelling. You have Ava figuring out she’s lesbian, Mack dealing with gang drama, and Mason and Noah dealing with their past and Mason’s dad’s abusive behaviors. And an admittedly decent arc about MC discovering her love for photography instead of cheerleading. 

And then you have MC going on about how she can’t decide between her love interests, which is just the bad apple of the bunch that ruins the rest. It just makes it very hard to take everything else seriously. You ever seen that one meme where the Power Rangers put their hands in a circle but then a Teletubbie tries to join in? It’s the writing-equivalent to that, and MC’s indecisiveness plot is the Teletubbie. 

And maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if MC’s indecisiveness wasn’t the main focus plot of the whole book. I want to take these other storylines seriously. I want to take this story as a whole seriously. But how can I when the main focus of the story is so god damn shallow? No matter how many "soft positive heartfelt" piano tracks and “so sad and tragic sad” piano tracks from WEH they try put over it, it doesn't change the fact that the focus is MC going on and on about being unable to choose between Mason, Noah, and Ava. 

I get teens are shallow and can have shallow issues, but did we really need it to be that big of a focus of the story? Especially when the way it handles it is completely empty? Something like OG HSS was great because even though a lot of the issues the characters had were seemingly shallow and basic (such as the band fighting over which song to play), they do give a little more depth to it and reason to care about it (ie. Aiden starts to feel like a failure at music because of the band infighting). MTFL just throws MC’s indecisiveness at you for 95 chapters and expects you to take it seriously with nothing else surrounding it. 

And they try to pull the twist on the title at the end where it’s all like “LI and photography, the two greatest loves of MC’s life”. Which is an interesting idea in concept, except it feels so artificial and non-earned when MC’s romance plot was spending 95 chapters being unable to decide between the LIs. 

Number 4: It reuses way too much from HSS. 

I know this is a less severe issue, but I just can’t get past it. Sprites, backgrounds, school colors… even plot points like the corrupt principal embezzling from the school, or MC and LI(s) being locked in a large school room (remember when HSS:CA MC and Ajay were locked in the auditorium?). Heck, even MC having lost her mom and having a photography passion connected to that, rings way too similar to one of Autumn’s arcs from the freaking HSS PRIME GAME! Oh yeah, and both of those characters have a love triangle with a golden boy and a bad boy. Holy hell. 

Easily the most noticeable part is the sprites. In my playthrough, I counted 7 whole HSS sprites that were used in MTFL: Sydney became Iris, Payton became Toni, Frank became this random kid in a flashback for Mason and Noah's past, Morgan became a kid in Elijah's gang named Lucy, Lorenzo became Chad, Aiden's mom became Asian Noah's mom, Skye's dad became White Mason's dad (PB really said use that sprite for abusive dads huh). And there’s probably more, I’m sure. 

And the worst offense? They even reuse the iconic bird's-eye view of Berry High in MTFL. Call me petty if you must, but that's just criminal. It's one thing to reuse and alter a bunch of the sprites, uniforms, and backgrounds from the series but to reuse another book series' iconic background like that? Honestly, it feels rather insulting. They couldn't even be arsed to change the "Go Tigers!" on the football field, that’s how little sense it makes to use that background outside of HSS. Fuck’s sake.

I know it’s kind of the norm for Choices to reuse assets throughout different series, but the fact that they do it so much here and majority of it is from HSS just rubs me the wrong way. At best, it’s jarring and lazy. And at worst, it comes off as trying way too hard to be a “more mature” version of HSS. When in reality, it makes HSS:CA’s side characters look like Citizen Kane in comparison. I mean, at least Clint and Natalie and MC stopped whinging about Rory ⅓rd of the way through the series. 

At least when other high-school-setting books like ROD, WEH, and ILITW were made, they at least somewhat bothered to change up a few things and make it feel like an actually different school. They changed up the backgrounds a bit, used different school colors and uniforms, and didn’t reuse nearly as many sprites from HSS.  

In MTFL, all they did was make new cheer uniforms for the non-reused sprites and remove the Berry High logos from everything HSS that they used. Yeah they made some changes, but it’s clear that they didn’t put nearly the same amount of effort into it as they did in the other high school setting books. 

All it does is just make me miss HSS. Like, stop toying with my heart by piggybacking off of a better series (that has better queer rep too) so much. It’s to the point where it feels like they should have just used the time making this book to instead make a HSS senior year (Which, y’know, would be nice, especially since the sendoff we got in HSS:CA 3 was absolute flaming fucking garbage). 

So… in all honesty, I don’t hate this book. But it had a lot of things that annoyed me to no end and it sure as fuck is disappointing wasted potential. It had a great opportunity to be a nice queer coming-of-age story. But instead it felt like a Kissing Booth rip-off with serious themes only hamfisted in order to make it seem more “mature”.

[reijixia13]

Treat you better

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Andy Reed x F!Reader x Lee Yau

In where (Y/N) found out that all the dates she's been having with Andy was just a one sided love, And it was to also to waste his Mourn over his rejection he got from Elly.

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(Y/n)'s POV

It has been a great while since I started seeing Andy, I've been busy with alot of work in the Mansion taking care of my Chickens, The weeds, The decorations and even at night I have to slaughter every single monnster that was lurking through our town. It makes me tired yes, But a date with Andy always makes me feel better! So Today, I invited Andy to walk around the Town's Peak at 7:30 tonight it's currently 6:50pm

As I was about to walk past the hospital I always see throughout everyday, I bumped into someone causing their files to scatter.

“Couldn't you get even clumsier?”

The Familar voice of Yau was heard, I sheepishly put a hand in my neck.

“Sorry Lee Yau, I was quite lost in my thoughts. Here let me help you!”

I said, I heard him sigh as we proceed to take all the papers before soem of them can fly away and giving it back to him.

“I- What are you even doing here out late?”

I turn to stare at Lee Yau for a moment, Despite the constant hang out we have here and there his turning out to be nicer than I thought, but his concerns are rarely there.

“Oh, I- uhm-”

Before I could even process to talk, Another Familiar Voice called out but it wasn't me.

I quickly walk around Lee Yau, at the sight of the Town Square into view I didn't know Lee Yau was behind me.

“Ugh- Hey! Wait! Where are you going?”

I didn't even want to reply to his words, As I saw Andy and Elly standing there.

“Why is everyone out late-”

I put a hand over his mouth and quickly hide in the bushes dragging him over, As we are neared, I heard it.

Lee Yau's POV

I was dragged into this not because im worried for (Y/N) but because im worried that she's gonna spend all her money into the hospital for exhausting herself so much to the point she's a regular now.

But right now, I don't know why we are here listening to this conversation.

“Elly, I like you”

Andy's voiced ringed in my ear, I turn to look at her, but her eyes are widening and it gloss with tears.

What?

“El, I like you for the longest time. Im always greatful whenever you pass by my Bar to gift me desserts, im always thankful for being your bestfriend but im selfish to ask us to be more..”

As every word Andy had said to Elly, my eyes were scanning through (Y/n)'s expression. Tears spilling through her cheeks, her hands holding onto the quite sobs she's having. I was about to atleast give her something to wipe her tears off, when we heard Elly talking

“Andy.. How many times had you confess?Are you drunk again? I thought you gave up after dating with (Y/n)? You know how many times you would confess and turn down I could take because before Ella likes you, (Y/n) was there to admire you even we we're kids before her parents left. It was a great opportunity as you two we're the closest people this year after she canceled going to the city.”

“But Elly, the one I had been admiring is you! Everytime I go on a day with (Y/n) it felt like im having you with me”

And that was it, (Y/N) stood up to look at Andy as I stand up beside her looking at Elly.

“You.. Andy you drunken idiot!”

(Y/n) yelled before running down town, I reach out to grab her arm but she has gotten strong as she swiped my hand away with force. I turn to Elly who looked in sorrow, I look at Andy to finally notice that he was standing there looking where (Y/n) has dashed away to.

“Honestly, What's your Problem?”

I started.

“L-Lee Yau..”

Elly was holding both of her hands up to try and calm me down, But no I pushed the files I've been holding to for the last minutes and walk to Andy.

“Can't you see (Y/n) genuinely likes you? Don't you know how many guys had been taking an admirable look to her? Do you know how fucking lucky you are to have her!?”

Andy can only look down, He may look mature and tough but whenever his drunk his reckless. That's one thing for sure.

“Lee Yau, That's enough”

Elly middled, Holding to my arm.

“Elly, What is there to be enough of? Is (Y/n) not enough for him?”

I asked Elly, But I was looking at Andy.

“Listen, Yau I like her as a sister. I've been since we've been friends again”

“If it's a sister you see in her, Then a sister she should be to you. For someone who look mature, I thought your responsible enough.”

I turn around before dashing to the direction where (Y/n) left on to, Hoping its the right place as it's getting late.

3rd POV

Elly was about to call out to Lee Yau, as he had dashed leaving his files to her before looking at Andy with softened expression. She walks to Andy and patting his arm.

“Andy, Is (Y/n) just a sister to you?”

She asked, Andy looked at her before Elly sighed and walk past him.

“Its thought you should think of, Lee Yau is right. Your lucky to have her. I'll be going home, have a great evening.”

As Elly was about to walk away, Andy turn to ask her.

“How long had you known she liked me?”

Elly glanced at him before sighing.

“We we're all kids at the time when she lost her parents, Leaving her in the mayor's care. I guess it was the times she actually look at you, at times you were the only one who could talk her out other than the mayor despite her family's closure with the Lee's ”

And that thought, Had leave Andy's head to a million thoughts while watching Elly get to her house.

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Now, Lee Yau could be wrong but your favorite ppace was always the beach. He remembered your father finding you passed out in the beach and taking you to the hospital to treat your exhausted figure by his father.

As he neared the beach, A large beetle had block his way of view. Indeed he knew of the monsters that likes to lurk in the dark but HE DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS THIS BIG!

Before he or the beetle could react, A hand took grab of him and the other had took out a sword out and slaughtered the beetle.

“That's the last one..”

Lee Yau saw her familiar hair waving around the windy night, the color of her hair brightining the view waving like the ocean. She turn around to look at Lee Yau.

“What are you doing here Yau?”

Lee Yau dusted off his clothes and reposition himself.

"I-"

He actually didn't know, But for the fact that his heart beat is throbbing ever since (Y/N)'s frequent visit to him or to the hospital, His mind dizzy from the thoughts of her but Why did he really follow her here?

"Im afraid you'd do something reckless in the late night."

He said that like he wasn't overthinking things, His a pretty great lier. But why won't his idiotic heart stop beating so fast?! Is this even normal for human beings?

"You shouldn't. "

"Huh?"

That, His feelings, His mind, His heart stopped for a moment as it ache.

"I can take care of myself just fine, ok?!"

Why? Can't this idiot clumsy girl see his just looking out for her?

"Im just looking out for you, How stubborn can you-!"

A sob stopped his sentence, He stared closely to his once best friend before her parents died. It has been a while since he had seen her cry.

Lee Yau had matured early in his days of dreaming to be his Father, To continue his family business.

But it wasn't a great tragedy to lose one of the people he looks up to. (Father/Name) had teach him alot of things mostly on his days of living, the day of the Fire, The day both of the Adults of the only Mansion Manor in Harvest Town, Died in that tragedy. Leaving their only child alone in the dark as the funeral proceeds.

Everyone gave their greets aand condolences, But they would stare at the young girl who carried nothing but a sorrowed expression.

The LeeFamily had went to give their condolence to the quite girl, But she only stared at them. Lee Wah and his wife can only stare at one another before shaking their heads as they tried to push Yau in her view.

"Why don't you accompany (Y/N) for a while?" Lee Wah said to his eldest son, His son holding a book stared at his father and sighed obliged to his quest.

As he watched his parents go with his brother, He stared at the girl infront of her. She's nothing like the girl he'd seen running around the town getting herself in trouble.

"You seem quite."

".."

"Don't you have a tounge to even reply?"

".."

They stared at one another as the girl sighed continued to stare at the ground, Lee Yau had one thought in his head.

'This girl is really helpless'

Thought, His mind still wondered off, Back to (F/N) as he watched he and his father talked about everything and anything, But the most (F/N) reflect was his Daughter. Her energy. His plans to make her future brighter.

But what he left was nothing what he had said oe what he had seen.

"(Y/N), Have some milk."

Lee Yau's thoughts we're cut off as he stared at his friend, Andy.

(Y/N) can only stared at Andy like how he stared at the Lee's.

'Im telling you she's helpless-'

"There you go-! Feeling a little bit better?"

Lee Yau blinked as the (h/c)-ed nodded her head slowly as a small smile makes its way to her face, an unusual fewling came to his stomach as he saw her smile. It was either his happy to actually see her smile or the fact that smile wasn't for him.

For years she watched her grown into a fine lady, Even with the lost of her parents, he watched her grow and grow hard to work only to leave the town..Leave everyone and leave him.

But one day, She shredded those letters of scholarship and started to retrive what her parents had left. She come and go from the mountains, from the edge of the town, the cave and honestly go everywhere to do a living. To receive money from the town people, And to start a new life.

Lee Yau can only sighed as he walked towards the (h/c)-ed girl taking her face to look into his, only to stare at her tears.

"You shouldn't be crying too much. If you're father had seen this day, I would bet he'd make a large issue from your single tear."

Lee Yau gently but also swiftly wipe a tear out of her cheek and smiled at her, (Y/N)'s eyes sparked as Yau kissed her forehead.

"There's nothing to cry, Now that your here and well. If one doesn't deserve you, Then why wouldn't you give it to the other?"

(Y/N)'s PoV

W-wait what?!

Don't tell me-

"It's crazy to think that I liked you for years."

Lee Yau..

"I watched you come and go, and the only thoughts was to smile at him."

He had been thinking that, Did he?

"I would have treat you better, than he did."

..But he was mean-

"I know I had been harshed with my words, But I hope you'd give me a chance to stand right beside you."

Maybe..

"I'll treat you better."

I smile up at him as he stared down at me, I hugged him nodding.

"I'd like to give you a chance, Yau."

I felt him hugged me back, My smile was over the hills as he spinned me around, The wind following by as I giggled.

"Now, Take a rest from killing of huge beetles before you end up being a regular in my family hospital."

I laughed that off, He followed by as he guided me to sit down beside him at the edge of the sand near the waters.

He pulled me close, As I put my head in his shoulder.

"So mr grumpy had been there for years?"

I teased him as he flinched, He turned his head as I stared up at him, giving me a soft glare and with a roll of an eye he scoffed with a smile.

"Yeah yeah you win now"

The night end with only the two of us, A nice late night moment with Lee Yau.

He did promise to treat me better.

ACK IM SCREAMING- THIS TOOK ME TWO DAYS IF I HAD CONTINUED FROM THE VERY START BUT IF NOT IT ACTUALLY TOOK ME TO BE BACK HERE FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS?! PAK SHET THIS😭

Anyways Hope you enjoy-!

Im for sure making more Harvest Town x Reader because I love Andy. And for sure Lee Yau. Also because I can't mary Andy in the game 👺

There will be a part two lmaoooo

[virocci]

おはよう　みなさん！ welcom back to the blog ppls

i figured i should do a life update once more since its been a good while.

firstly,

i think i wanna try speaking more japanese, im learning it with my school rn and ik that i understand and can speak quite a bit. its just i forget vocab so easily :,) maybe ill start tryna speak/test more in my blog posts :>

game segment *woosh woosh super cool transition*

i bought the $30 season pass for strinova hehe. i went level like 85-87 and then bought it and gave me and extra 25 to complete the battle pass :> idk if im gonna go ahead and do that again, it all depnds what in the pass and if i feel that ill be able to finish it :,)

i also pulled THE HERTA in hsr :> (my last post) but i speant all my stellar jades on her which is soooo sad. i was planning to get jade for her if i got herta early... but i didnt :( i think ill try to farm for jades and to see if i can pull jade :> i reeeeeeally wanna build a herta team hehe. i also still havent built sunday yet... or rappa for that matter. i think one day ill have to sit down and js do allll my grinding lol

also, i havent acc rll touched zzz since i completed the event but ive been feeling and itch to log again so maybe ill do that. im saving to get the vtuber girls and they supposedly are supposed to come out in march SO I REEEEALLY gotta be saving HARD.

also miku in fortnite. i legit downloaded fortnite JUST for miku and am acc lowk thinking abt buying her skin lol. only problem is that both of skins is like 4.6K vbucks and if I were to buy it id need to spend 50$ and i cant rlly afford to do that rn :(

ive also gotten like 10-ish hours into persona 5 :> the point to when your exploring the second castle. :D im reeeeally enjoying the game so far AND I CANT WAIT FOR FUTABA.

game segament done *super cool silly woop woop transition*

this next two weeks i have aaaaall my finals so iv been studying super hard. this friday i have my grade 12 math final exam and omggg im have been studying HARRD. I AM LOCKED IN FRFR. i rlly hope i do well so i atleast wont have to redo the exam when i do the course again :>

also eggrolls (the g u y, refer to past posts lol), COMPLETELY turned away from me when i went to see a friends that has lunch on the same floor w/ him. theres a whole group of ppl there and he eat w/ those ppl since his gf is there. And, my friend wasn't there so i was tryna ask someone ik we she was, and i looked to eggrolls for a minute (HE COMPLETLY avoided me btw) and HIS GF answered saying my friend isnt eating there anymore (or today idk what she said). but either way i found it kinda funny. idk if i mentioned this but i ended up never following him back on his public account, i js thought he didnt deserve it :) also there was a day we were doing some activity in class and he tried asking me for answers, i js pretended i didnt hear him and didnt move (there was also a group around his desk/behind me so it was plausable i didnt hear him) and i feel kinda proud of myself for not budging.

also there was a day during winter break i saw people from my old school when i was out with wifey 2. they were two guys who bullied me and were just assholes to me back in 8th grade. they just made fun of me for watching stuf like gacha and anime (listen i was in a phase back then) and also for wanting to dress more alternativly. acc, everyone in my class would say i was weird cause i wanted to dress differently and less basic (if i may say). that day i was wearing like a SCRUMPTIOUS fit. and after we saw them, i felt so proud of myself for being able to prove them wrong. like it felt so satisfying showing the ppl who put me down for being myself and prove that i executed it SO WELL.

anyways, i believe thats it for now :) i think another life update will have to come after exam unfortuanelty :(\

side note... if anyone actually sees this and reads this its kinda just a public journal :3 i feel i should be documenting more things that happen to me so this is my way of doing so. either way id still appreciate some interaction... i like seein ppl listen to what i havce to say :3

here is a yummy song for chu since you read allllll that :3

[sangorous]

[𝟎𝟖] 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄?

𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 / 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

Today was the day that Ichigo came back from Japan. [your name] was excited but also nervous. She wasn't sure where she and Ichigo stood. From their kiss on Christmas to them spending time in her room just talking, and kissing more; what were they? She was hoping that he felt the same way she felt and that they could finally move forward.

She believed that they were ready to be in a relationship, and she was ready to be with him. The question real question lay within him, was he ready to be in a relationship? [your name] felt as if he was ready, but who was she to make the decision for him?

The nervousness took over her body as she stared at her phone, it was 3:30 in the afternoon. He should be here at any minute now, so she got up from her seat. It's not like she wasn't hard to miss, she was only two inches shorter than him. She fixed her pink puffer jacket and waved her head side to side, looking for Ichigo.

"[your name]?" his voice wasn't faint, she could tell he was close.

"Ichigo?" she shouted, walking to the sound of his voice.

"Yeah, I'm right," she felt herself stopping, and there he was. His index finger was on her forehead as he sighed.

"Talk about, 'yeah I'll be able to find you easily,'," he joked, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Whatever, you better hope I don't leave you here to get an uber or lyft," she huffed, crossing her arms. He couldn't help but chuckle as he followed her out of the airport and to her car.

He found the little attitude she had cute, the way her ponytail swayed side to side as she tried to out-walk him. Her hot pink puffer jacket and black jumpsuit fit her nicely. He'd catch her turning her head to the side to see if he was still laughing and he was, but only because this time she was the one that was annoyed.

The two made it to her car where he placed his suitcase and duffel bag in the trunk, before joining her in the passenger seat. Closing the door, he sighed and threw his head back a bit. The plane ride back wasn't helpful for him, the sleep he tried to get was limited. The seat was uncomfortable, and then he had a little kid kicking his seat. He would think that giving the little boy a death glare, he would stop.

"Lemme guess, the ride back wasn't it?" she snickered a bit, starting the car.

A sarcastic laugh left Ichigo's lips as he looked at her, "funny... because the brat was a bit stubborn like someone I know," he muttered the last part, causing her to stop the snickering.

"You actually suck..." she mumbled while he smiled, closing his eyes. Maybe he could take a peaceful nap before they arrived back at the dorm.

↳ ❝ [𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄] ¡! ❞

The two were back at his dorm, laid out on the carpet. [your name]'s head on top of Ichigo while love by Dean played through the speakers. He could fall asleep at any moment now, so what was stopping her from asking him the question that's been on her mind ever since he was gone.

"Hey..." [your name] trailed off, turning to look at Ichigo.

"Yes?" he let a yawn out, turning to look at her.

"Never mind," she sighed, quickly looking back at the ceiling.

"You sure?" he rubbed his eyes, letting another yawn out.

"Yeah, all this yawnin' got me tired, and you should prolly take a nap," she gave him a fake smile.

He slowly got up from the carpet, helping her up in the process. He tiredly climbed up his bed, grabbing [your name]. The bed felt soft to him, then again he was sleeping on a plane. It felt better once [your name] wrapped her arms around his waist, and he hoped she'd never let go.

Tonight, he had something planned for her. Something special, an early valentine's present. For now, he needed to rest before he left.

↳ ❝ [𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄] ¡! ❞

He was as quiet as a mouse, sneaking out of his dorm room. The first place he needed to go to was your favorite restaurant. He'd preorder your favorite meal for you two to eat tonight, and it was ready for pickup. He then stopped by the store and brought a picnic blanket with some lights, a basket, some fruits, and some drinks. She'd seem like a white wine type of girl, so he was hoping that white wine would be okay with her.

Everything was now brought, and he was at the park close by the dorm. There, he'd set everything up.

Now, it was time for him to go back to the dorm to pick her up.

[your name] on the other hand, had just waken up from her nap. She grabbed the sticky note that was on her forehead with a sigh before reading it. 'Meet me by the park near the dorms," is what the sticky note read.

Getting up with a slight sigh, she grabbed her sandals and a jacket before she left his dorm. The park wasn't that far from the dorm, so she should be able to be there in a good ten minutes.

As she walked up to the park, she saw the dim lights that were hung up on the tree and on the tent. There, sat Ichigo with the basket in his hand. 'There was no way that this was Ichigo,' she thought to herself.

"You made it," he sighed in relief, watching her sit down next to him.

"What is all of this?" she looked around her while he scratched the back of his neck.

There go his nerves once again, why the fuck was he nervous? Just say everything that you had planned out back in Japan.

"I know you were probably wondering where we stood after Christmas eve and day. So while I was away with my family, I had time to think of how I wanted to do this. So I thought, 'why not wait for Valentine's day or the day before,' to set up a nice small picnic. [your name], I really do like you. A lot actually, which is kind of wild for me to say. It's been a while since I've liked someone this much and very quickly, and I think I'm ready to be in a relationship with you. Only if you're down and ready? If you're not, I can wait," this is what she was waiting for.

"Of course!" she smiled, throwing her arms above his shoulders.

"I was waitin' for you to say somethin'," she added while he chuckled.

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[naokosona]

It's been a while. I decided to only post when I felt particularly bad. I am proud of myself, as it has been 23 days since my last post.

For a couple of years now, I have suspected that I have CPTSD. Many people I've met throughout the years (friends who have it, counselors, etc) all say that I should get diagnosed.

But I refused.

I have so many things wrong with me, that adding ANYTHING else to the ever growing cocktail of symptoms, diagnoses, and medication that I have managed to acquire in the past couple of years is reminiscent of a pokemon trainer trying to "catch 'em all".

Earlier today, I would have to say I experienced an "emotional flashback." Something a lot of sufferers afflicted with (c)PTSD face quite often.

I had no discernable, specific reason as to why it happened. Just tiny little reasons accumulated throughout the day that culminated into an explosive thing later on.

The flashback started while I was driving.

My car is my sacred place. I spend countless hours driving, of course. But every mile added on to the odometer is another mile filled with many memories and experiences. I spent many countless hours eating food in, laughing with friends in, sleeping in, listening to music in: my car.

Unfortunately, I have also cried in my car.

Today was another incident of that happening.

I barely got sleep last night, and I spent the whole day running errands for my internship. I felt like a lap dog, even though that is solely the purpose of my job. I also had to drive an hour just to run an errand for my mom as well. I was sweaty and hot from the heat, and frankly, very frustrated.

As I was finally driving home after a long day, I randomly thought about my life.

I thought about how I ended up in this situation: what led me to working as an intern, what led me to move to Massachusetts, what led me to finish my degree in another college, 18 year old me never expected to attend. (I will go more into detail in a future post.)

I also thought about my past. I had a messy, irrational pattern of thoughts loosely strung together: I wouldn't have to be in this position, sweating my ass off, struggling my way through school, if my parents didn't mistreat me when I was a child.

It made no sense.

I also thought about my love life and how I finally found someone who was healthy for me. But my mind self-sabatoges and tells myself that "it wouldn't last." That if they saw this side of me, that they would hate me too. Even though I know that isn't the truth.

I screamed in my car. I played sad music in my car. I cried in my car. All while I was driving the 30-minute car ride back to my apartment.

The moment I got home, I changed, wiped myself off, and ate a sad bowl of totinos. I then took a nap.

I just woke up as of me writing this. I woke up fine. In my dreams, I was mad and frustrated. My emotions couldn't escape me, even in my sleep.

But once again, I woke up fine.

I cried, screamed, yelled, and sobbed earlier today.

But I woke up fine.

I could've self-harmed today, but I chose to take a nap instead. And I woke up fine.

Reflective Thoughts:

There was a quote I saw from a TikTok a couple of days ago. I know, very "Gen Z" of me. But in this circumstance, I was reminded of it.

And suddenly, it was July, and I don't remember what I cried about in February.

I woke up fine.

[coraline-jones353]

The First Confession

Using this prompt in this fanfic today, credits to whoever created this, I found it on Pinterest.

Y'all I had to write this twice because my phone died and it wasn't saved 😭

Summary: Tory and Y/n have been dating for a year now. Y/n decided to invite Tory over to their house for a sleepover.

Warnings: no pronouns used for reader

I had finally convinced Tory to come over for a sleepover. She is gonna arrive in about an hour so I don't have much time to set up. I need this to be the best sleepover she's ever been to. Granted it will just be me and her but... it will be great.

I put Coraline on the TV to wait for her, it's one of our favorite shared movies so I figured it would be a great way to start off the night.

The table is basically filled with snacks, I'm talking chips, to drinks, to candy, to fast food. Yes I went out and got McDonald's fries.

I almost jump out of my skin when I hear the doorbell ring. I rush over to the door and open it to see my loving girlfriend. Her arms are open for a hug and she's grinning ear to ear. I hug her and kiss her cheek. She goes into the house and sits on the couch waiting for me.

"So I got a whole schedule for tonight. I'm talking the works. We got fort making, pillow fights, snacking, try not to laugh videos, videos game and board games, and last but not least movies. You just need to pick what we should do first." "Hmm," She says pretending to question what she wants to do, "We should build a fort first." She then throws a pillow at me, which I do catch. "Oh you wanna fight? I'm not gonna go easy on you babe." I say as I grab the pillow and get ready to swing. "I should be saying that to you." She says with a smirk as she hits me with a pillow, indeed striking first.

After our pillow fight we did end up building an awesome fort. We watched only one movie, Coraline and played a few board games. I won twice at Clue but she won three times at monopoly, I swear I hate that game. But she's so cute when she wins.

After that we moved onto video games and having our energy drinks and junk food. We played Mortal Kombat for about 2 hours before we finally just called it a tie.

Then we moved onto the try not to laugh videos. It was mostly the ones where they scare people, like jump scares, or people almost breaking a bone doing something stupid. We even spiced it up by putting water in our mouths so if we did laugh we'd spit the water all over the place.

Tory ended up with water up her nose after a particularly bad jump scare. Their face they made was just so funny. The water ended up everywhere so we ended up spending some time on the floor with towels, still laughing at the ongoing videos.

We decided to wind down to another classic movie, Flipped. Such a good movie.

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After Flipped was over we climbed into my bed making ourselves comfortable. My parents were to come back next weekend so there was no reason to be cautious.

Tory asked to be big spoon tonight so I allowed her to spoon me. She put on some calming music to sleep to.

As I closed my eyes and started to fall asleep I felt light tracing on my back. It wasn't too noticeable at first. But it seemed to be repeating the same thing. Eight letters, possibly two maybe three words. I decided to really concentrate on it for a minute.

After a few times of Tory's tracing I figured it out. "I Love You" Was written about 30 times on my back already. This was the first time either one of us has said the words, well I guess she didn't say them technically. But she brought them up first so that's something.

After cuddling for a while Tory started to move away a bit in a half groggy state. I immediately moved towards her, wrapping my arms around her. "I love you too." I whisper sweetly in her ear.

[js-a-writer]

This is just a short imagine I wrote from a prompt generater. I know I haven't been posting kuch but I've been in a sort of slump and not been doing anything. So keep writing requests and speaking of I am getting to all of your requests today and/or tomorrow.

Summary : You and Joe go shopping and lose eavjother in IKEA

The Maze That Is IKEA

You and Joe had just moved in together I your new home. It wasn't anything fancy, it was just a quaint two-story in new york. Since you had just moved in you had to buy new furniture and decorative items. You wanted to just shop online and have it delivered to the house, but no, Joe said that he wanted to be able to have the items in the house and assemble them today, and that ordering them would take to long.

So much to your protest, you and Joe were headed to the store. Granted you didn't know which one you were going to because Joe was driving so it would be a total surprise for you.

When you pulled up Joe put a blindfold over your eyes so the store really would be a total surprise. He makes it seem like your twelve and he's taking you to your surprise party, but no he's just taking you interior shopping for you guy's new place.

As you walk into the maze that is IKEA he takes off the blindfold and you guys roam free. After a few minutes your stuck on wall decor and Joe is getting bored so you decide to split up and he goes to the furniture section.

After about 30-40 minutes of looking around and putting things in your cart, you realise that hasn't come back and you don't remember where he went. "JOE?!?!" you started calling through the store but quickly realised that plan wasn't going to work.

Joe completely oblivious is also now realising he hasn't seen you in a while and decides to head back over to the wall decor section. But you had already started moving to another section looking for him. After about 20 minutes of looking for eachother you decide to call him.

"Yello" he answers with a funny voice. "Hey, where are you, I've been looking for you for like 20 minutes?" "Yeah I realised that I hadn't seen you in like an hour about 5-10 minutes ago." "Ok, well where are you?" "Where are you headed?" "Well I was headed for the furniture area because that sounds like somewhere you would be but this place is frickin' HUGE!" "Ok, so I'll meet you by the purple kitchen set-up." "Ok?"

hen you finally find the purple kitchen set-up, which took what felt like forever but was probably only like 10 minutes, you saw JOe and ran up to him giving him a hug. "I've finally found you!" "YAY!!!" you teo start giggling and chuckling at the exchange. "I think we should stick together for the rest of this trip." Joe states having not seen you for too long (like an hour and a half) "You know, I think I'd have to agree with you on that." you both chuckle and spend the rest of the day TOGETHER in IKEA shopping and giggling.

I hope you like this imagine I know it's short but I like it. The link for the prompt generator is here ⤵️

And remember to keep leaving requests so I can write more.

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Coffee and meetings (Aph Russia omo)

This was requested by anon so...here ya go. If you're reading this, I hope you like it. I'm not proud of it because it's definitely not my best work. Truth be told I haven't really been in the Hetalia fandom since I was like 14 lol almost 10 years ago. But I tried lol.

Meeting after meeting after meeting. That's all Ivan had done ever since the time he woke up that morning. He took another sip of what had to be at least his third coffee that morning while glancing at his watch from the break room. He still had 15 minutes to finish his coffee.

He relaxed back in his office chair. He probably could be spending his break doing something more productive- considering he was about to attend a meeting lead by the notorious talker- Alfred Jones. But all he wanted to do now was sip on his coffee in the break room with no one there to bother him.

At least it was his last meeting of the day. And it was only an ally meeting so that meant less people.

Ivan finished his cup of coffee, deciding he should probably go to the bathroom before the meeting started. They were notorious for lasting anywhere from thirty minutes to a couple hours. He didn't usually even have anything to say. Ivan preferred to listen and not speak up much. That and he knew a lot of people found him intimidating, something that didn't bother him.

He turned the corner to the bathrooms only to see they were both cautioned off. Then he remembered someone mentioning in passing that the building was being partly remodeled. He was pretty familiar with this place by now and he knew that they only had one bathroom.

Maybe drinking three cups of coffee wasn't a good idea. But he shrugged it off and headed to the meeting anyway. He'd never particularly had a small bladder anyway so he would be fine.

He sat by himself on the very end, far from anyone. He wasn't sure what the meeting was about but he didn't really care.

"We have a lot of ground to cover today." Alfred started out, sounding as enthusiastic as ever. "We're going to be discussing national security. Does anyone want to start?"

Ivan tuned out most of what was being said. Ludwig started the conversation which wasn't exactly shocking.

So far all the meeting has consisted of was a projector playing a video of what each country was doing in an attempt to lower crime. Some of them admittedly weren't bad ideas but there was something distracting him.

The coffee that he drank was starting to fill his bladder. It wasn't bad yet but if the meeting lasted as long as predicted then a potential problem was in the making. And only 30 minutes had passed too.

Ivan leaned back in his chair and tried to get comfortable while each person took turns on their speech after their segment of the slideshow ended. He knew his turn was coming up which made him nervous. Public speaking had never been his thing. It wasn't necessary that he was shy- he just didn't particularly enjoy any attention drawn to himself.

Which is why he had to be even more careful with anyone catching on to his predicament.

"Ivan what about you?"

He stiffened. What were they even talking about? He was so focused on his bladder that he wasn't paying a bit of attention to what anyone was even saying.

"Forgive me, I am just a bit jet lagged, da. I'll sit this one out." He said it with a smile but knew it came off as forced.

There were times when everyone being various levels of scared of him paid off. This was one of them.

He got a few somewhat annoyed glances from the others who likely didn't want to speak up either but he didn't care. The sooner this was over the better.

Something he'd learned how to do throughout all the years of having to attend meetings, he had learned to tune them almost out by distracting himself.

Sometimes he would tell himself stories and sometimes he would reminisce on the past.

Right now he was finding it hard to do anything other than think about how badly he needed to use the bathroom.

He glanced at the clock. The meeting hadn't even made it past two hours. He was glad his sister, Katyusha wasn't there. She definitely would have noticed and likely said something. His other sister- well he didn't want to talk about her.

Another hour passed and Ivan was now starting to sweat. He was so focused on anything other than his bladder that he didn't notice Feliciano address him out of concern.

"Are you okay? You don't look too good."

Shit. Now they were all paying attention to him. They all knew. They had to.

The stress of his situation made a single drop escape Ivan, who was trying not to panic. He let this go on for too long.

"Are you okay dude? You look like you're about to puke." Alfred paused the slideshow that was playing. "do you need to step outside?"

Ivan stood up, barely managing to keep a relaxed posture and exited the room without word. He was too desperate to worry about how embarrassed he would definitely be about that later.

When he turned down the hall away from the room, he stopped and grabbed himself, crossing his legs. He bit the inside of his cheek so hard it started to bleed. 'I can do this.'

After being hunched over for a few seconds he was finally able to gain some control. His bladder throbbed in pain, begging for release.

Ivan tried to make it to the exit building- if he could just go outside he could-

"Dammit!" He was hit by a wave of desperation so strong that even holding himself wasn't doing anything to help him hold it back all that did was make him realize how wet his pants were.

Ivan took one more agonizing step towards the door and that was the breaking point. He stared down in shame as his light colored pants turned dark as they became saturated with piss.

The feeling of relief was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He couldn't hold back the small sounds of pleasure he made.

It took about three entire minutes before he was done. Now be was left with cooling wet pants. Ivan took his coat off and wrapped it around his waist which made it hard to see what had just happened.

He looked up when he heard the sound of a door shutting followed by footsteps. He quickly hid behind a door to one of the other rooms so no one would see him.

"Where did Ivan go?" Arthur asked sounding impassive.

"He didn't look like he felt good. I bet he went home." Alfred responded back.

So they must've been leaving together. That meant he would either have to sneak out after them or wait until everyone else left.

"He's not supposed to be doing that."

"Did you wanna be the one to stop him? C'mon the dude is nuts sometimes. I don't want him to beat me with his magical pipe of pain."

That was all he heard before they left. By now his pants were extremely uncomfortable but he noticed a small clothing store across the street. It would certainly beat driving back to his hotel with wet pants.

He waited a few minutes before leaving the building and heading straight for the clothing store. He wasn't sure where everyone else was but he didn't want to stick around and find out.

[oceanoecielo]

▸ anonymous ⟶ ❛ [ mulberry ]  what tips would you give someone with writer's block? / [ coral ]  give a shoutout to one of your favorite blogs. ❜ ╱ ( colorful interview , accepting . )

ha! you are probably not going to like this answer at all, but the best advice i have for someone with writer's block is to keep writing. that's honestly what i do, just content myself with writing poorly for a while until it becomes good again.

some quotes from a book on writing i'm currently reading that speak to me personally and are more like preaching at the choir than anything: "Simply put, the key to being a better writer is to write. […] Write like crap if you have to. But write every day. […] Don't write a lot. Just write often. […] Spending five hours on a Saturday writing isn't nearly as valuable as spending 30 minutes a day every day of the week."

i'm An Insane Person who treats writing much more like a discipline than an art. rp is not a job, that's true, but if you only write when ~the stars & muse align perfectly~ and you ~feel up to it~, you're going to find yourself in those slumps easily and often. that's my opinion on it, anyway.

for example, i've found that i rarely have the motivation to answer ooc asks like this one, and it results in these asks sitting in my inbox for long periods of time. so i've started to discipline myself and say, "ok 6-6:30pm every day is my Miscellaneous Writing time, where i force myself to write something that's not an rp reply for once." that's why you're finally seeing an answer to this ask. it's not bc i ~magically found the motivation~; it's bc i closed down all my other programs at 6pm and started writing it.

also, bc rp isn't a job, if you have a block with your rp replies in particular, consider dropping some stuff! if you just really really can't come up with an answer to a thread, there's no harm in pitching it in the bin, which is honestly something i need to get better at doing.

also from the book i'm reading, called everybody writes: your go-to guide to creating ridiculously good content, which is more about marketing but which i am reading to pick and choose stuff to apply to my own creative process… another suggestion i've seen is to put some distance between yourself and your work. spend an hour showering, cleaning, making food, w/e. whatever you need to do to clear your mind out a li'l bit. and then come back to it. "An hour with a clear mind is worth five hours of fog." and i've found that advice does help me, too. today, i didn't feel much up to writing, so i got up, did my laundry, and then came back to my word document and immediately spat out 500 words, which was much more productive than staring at my screen for 4 hours, slowly dribbling out a sentence at a time.

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aughdkgjks i'm gonna shout out multi! @troublewithvampires / @gas-stxtion / @bleedingovereden

they're a really good friend of mine, and i'm glad i got to meet them! they're really good at plotting, and they have a lot of interesting muses / stories that they put a lot of effort into, and i don't think they have enough followers tbh! our muse dynamics are never a miss, and they've got such a colorful cast that there's a little something there for everybody, and i think it's kind of a shame that so much of the rpc is sleeping on them

[spaciousreasoning]

No Fooling Today

Last night’s low was 40 degrees, and today’s high managed to climb to 52, as the clouds covered the sky all day long, lightly sprinkling here and there, with a little more rain during the early evening.

My morning blood sugar was down to 174. After Nancy and I had our coffee and played the day’s brain games, we had oatmeal for breakfast. Then we showered, dressed and headed out to run errands.

We started at Rooted Remedies, where in addition to a tincture to help with breathing, she got some kinds of tea for Kyle, her grandson who birthday was yesterday.

Next, we hit Tsunami Books, where I hoped to pick up the new John Sandford novel I had ordered from them. But the orders for yesterday, including my book, had not arrived. Meanwhile, Nancy wandered around and found a couple of cards for Kyle’s and Kathleen’s birthdays and a journal for Kathleen.

From there we went to the Farmers’ Union, where we got a hot mocha and a double-chocolate muffin. Then we crossed the parking lot to Down to Earth, where Nancy got some tea implements for herself and Kyle and a small puzzle for Kathleen.

As we drove home, we were met with light sprinkles the whole way. For lunch we had sandwiches and potato chips. During lunch, I got a call from Tsunami that the book had finally arrived. I will be waiting until tomorrow to go back and pick it up from them.

After Nancy gave me a short shiatsu treatment, she talked with Tucson friend Beth. Beth and her husband Bob are moving back to Minnesota at the end of April. They will be renting a place until their new home is completed sometime in June. They do plan to return to Tucson for a visit during the cooler portions of the year. Just as Nancy and I may do in the future.

While Nancy was talking to Beth, I updated my FontAwesome plan. The font and icon toolkit is upgrading to the next series, and having found it to be quite useful in my web work, the decision to update was made without hesitation.

At about 4:30 p.m., I went for a walk by myself. The sun was shining, though it was a little chilly, and I walked 2.24 miles in just under 48 minutes, a total of 5,400 steps. My path included going through the nearby magnolia garden, where the good weather had attracted a good number of visitors.

For dinner we had leftover birria and pinto beans from a few days back, along with a couple of small quesadillas. For dessert we indulged in another of the dark chocolate peanut butter cups we scored at Costco the other day.

Tonight’s streaming started with Colbert’s Tuesday night show, with guest Michelle Williams. She discussed an upcoming series she stars in, “Dying for Sex,” the story of a woman diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer, who abandons her husband of 15 years and begins to fully explore her sexuality. It will show up on Hulu, so we will at least try an episode.

Then followed the latest “Will Trent” with an investigation of a dangerous cult that will continue next week. And we wrapped up the evening with “Finding Your Roots.” Henry Louis Gates, Jr., returned from a brief hiatus with the family histories of actor Sheryl Lee Ralph and historian Lonnie Bunch.

Tomorrow promises to deliver more sunshine and less rain, starting with a lot tonight of 37 degrees and a high tomorrow of at least 54. Other than another trip to Tsunami Books and, perhaps, the evening recovery meeting, there is nothing else on our calendar for Thursday. But I doubt we will spend it hiding indoors.