#ut yeah I didn't have the energy and motivation so I did at least this

[personalized-chaos]

Day 5 mask+immortal this is a simplier one because I had to draw a picture for school which was pretty draining (and I've also felt a strong urge to draw Party's mask for a while so I finally accomplished it)

[spevonnie]

Everybody has bad days. A day where you wake up, and you don't know why, but something is just off. You don't feel like getting out of bed, you don't feel like making or eating breakfast, you don't feel like going to work, but you suck it up and deal with it--Only some people can't.

Steven had woken up Saturday morning, luckily a day he and his flatmate slash girlfriend Connie both had off work, with a heavy, slimy ball of despair banging around his torso, his chest tight and a thick layer of gloom and guilt coating his throat. He lay on his side of the twin sized bed they shared, blankets tangled and askew as one leg and one arm hung off, his face smushed against his pillows, staring at the wall. He was awake unusally early, probably due to a nightmare he didn't remember, and he decided he had no intention, nor energy, to get out of bed that day. He felt Connie stir beside him, stretching out a bit, and she yawned and scooted closer to him, hugging him from behind as she wormed an arm under his rib cage and lay her head against his back.

"Mmmm....Good morning." She mumbled softly, waking up.

Steven, not wanting to alarm her and knowing she would try and get him out of bed because it was 'good for him' ow whatever, pretended to be asleep.

"Steven," Connie said, fingers scrambling sleepily at the little words on the chest of his shirt. "I know you're awake, I can tell by the way you're breathing."

Steven sighed. "That's impossible,"

"Well obviously not."

He didn't answer. Even his lips felt heavy, like it took an enormous amount of energy and motivation to speak.

"Steven?" Connie began, lifting her head so she could look at him. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah!" He mustered. "I'm fine."

She peered at him. "Bull. I'm gonna go make coffee, I'll even put that ridiculous amount of creamer you use in. Does that sound good?"

"I don't want any..."

Connie frowned. "Would you like me to make you breakfast?" She rubbed his back in slow circles. "Anything you'd like, I can even do those egg, mozzarella, sausage, and mushroom quesadillas."

"No thanks." He mumbled.

"Steeeeveeen..."

He didn't respond.

"Okay, well I'm gonna go get myself coffee and breakfast, okay? I'll come check on you." She kissed his cheek and left the half-walled room, making her way to the little kitchenette.

Steven remained in the same position, and she noticed with a deepening frown as she checked on him after breakfast, after her run, after her shower.

After her shower was when she finally drew the line. "Steven, you're isolating," She frowned. "Come on, come get out of bed and do something with me. It's almost noon." She walked over and crouched by his face so he was looking at her, taking his hand gently. "You wanna cook with me?"

He looked at her. "Can we make zucchini bread?"

Connie was a little but surprised at his response, but she smiled. "Zucchini bread? Yeah, sure! C'mon, sit up."

He nodded and sat up, stretching a bit and yawning. "Kiss me?" He asked her as he stood.

She smiled and stood on her tiptoes the slightest bit, giving Steven a little peck on the lips, making a playful stink-face at him as she pulled back. "Brush your teeth,"

He snorted and nodded, going to brush his teeth.

A few moments later, Steven and Connie were washing their hands in the kitchen sink.

"Okay, so," Connie began excitedly "I didn't know if you had a recipe in mind, butI was thinking maybe we could look for one that has-"

"I don't need a recipe," He shook his head.

"What? Steven, no," She giggled.

"Yeah! I made this all the time, we can do it."

"Okay, whatever you say." She said skeptically, but she smiled.

He gathered what he thought the ingredients were, and she began grating the zucchini.

"How much of this do we need?"

"Umm..." He began. "L-Like three cups?"

"Oh boy," She muttered playfully to herself as she shook her head at him, grating more.

He was mixing together their dry ingredients, and in Connie's opinion, he was spending way too much time switching between measuring tools before he actually used each one. She finally managed three cups of shredded zucchini and came to help with the wet ingredients.

"How many eggs?"

"Err...three..."

She gave a small laugh. "Steven," She said with a smile, hip bumping him gently. "I'm hearing an awful lot of hesitant threes. Are you sure you know the recipe?"

"Yes! Yeah, of course!" He grinned. "you just don't know how any of this works, you're too busy genius-ing or whatever."

She giggled as she cracked three eggs into the bowl. He turned around, hands on his hips and powdered ingredients all on his pajamas, scanning the room. She watched him, smiling a bit, seeing his eyes light up a bit as he found what he was looking for, a whisk he'd left on the counter. He brought it over and poured some milk into the bowl, eyeballing it and whisking. She pulled the zucchini over and they mixed it into thw wet ingredients, combining it with the dry. They poured it into their greased pan, and Steven popped it in the oven, setting a timer.

"Okay, you wanna come watch that one episode I've been telling you about all week?" She asked, poking his cheek with hands on his shoulders.

"Yeah, okay," He shrugged and took her hand, her free hand reaching to dust him off. He blushed and they cuddled on their little loveseat.

Some time later, Connie got up to pull it out of the oven, making a face.

"What?"

"What, 'what'?" She asked

"You're making your oh-no face." Steven said.

"Er--It's nothing, I'm sure it'll be fine." She smiled.

"Connie, that's like the least effective way to assure someone," He smiled, shaking his head as he walked over on his toes a bit.

"PFFFT OH NO!" He laughed, blushing and covering his face a bit. "How-How did I mess it up this badly?" He asked, frowning at the sloppy, deformed lump on the cooling rack.

"Steven, I'm sure it's fine, it probably tastes delicious." She said, breaking a piece off and blowing on it for a second. She popped ut in her mouth, waving the heat off and beginning to chew. "See? It's--" She made a face and spit it into the sink.

Steven groaned and covered his face again. "Oh no, I wasted our groceries and your time, I-"

"No you didn't!" She smiled. "Okay, the zucchini, a little bit, but we weren't gonna use that anyway I bet. Steven, of course you didn't waste my time. You think I pulled you out here because I wanted some picture-perfect baked good?"

"Well--Well, yeah," Steven admitted, shrugging as he blushed a bit, rubbing the back of his neck.

She smiled and shook her head, reaching up and hooking her hands together behind his neck. "Honey, I brought you out here so you'd get out of bed and spend time with me. I couldn't care less if you made gourmet or garbage, I just wanted you to take care of yourself and let me take care of you." She said, blushing a bit.

He was a little pink as he nodded. He kissed the tip of her nose. "Well thank you..."

She smacked his shoulder playfully. "No thank-you's! This is just what you get when you have my love. You wanna go see if we can get some donuts?"

He smiled and nodded. "But I'm paying-"

"Not if I get my wallet first!"

They laughed as they stumbled over each other in their scramble to get their wallets and to the one set of car keys hanging by the door, and Steven felt a bit better in that instant--Not cured, and it was still a rough day, but he knew he had someone on his side.