#goodbye mario we barely knew ye

[theyuseifan]

reminder that this month is when nintendo will finally kill mario

goodbye mario 😔

#Mario #goodbye mario we barely knew ye #shut up yusei nobody cares #this is so sad alexa play the mario underground theme

[ladyeliot]

Show me your phone

Request: Anonymous: Hiii I adore your writing!!! I was wondering if you could write cevansxfemale reader (famous or not) where he’s on jimmy fallon playing show me you phone and your relationship is revealed? ❤️

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Female Reader

Warnings: No one/Fluff

Word count: 1536

A/N: Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

The two of you had met by chance one autumn night ten months ago. Quite unexpected, unusual and with tremendous prejudices towards each other, because of the image the media projected of you.

It was obvious that you weren’t born for each other, or at least that’s what you thought the first time you went on your first date. But then one thing led to another, and your sporadic encounters in the most unusual places made you realise that maybe it would be better to give each other a chance to erase those prejudices you had in your minds. And so it was that as the days, weeks and months went by, you began to be in a relationship without being aware of the fact. You understood each other very well, you both worked in the same sector and that allowed you to understand and accept each other in many aspects.

For the time being you kept your relationship a secret, you were afraid of breaking the magic, of the media destroying what you had created. So your life as a couple was reduced to intimacy, living together and escapes to places far from the hand of God. However, you knew that sooner or later it would be discovered, it didn’t worry you too much, but you wanted to strengthen your relationship as much as possible until that moment arrived.

That night, Chris was going to be interviewed on Jimmy Fallon’s late night show because of the recent release of the movie Avengers: Endgame. It was common on nights when Chris was on one of the late night shows for you to stay at home, cook your favourite meal and wait on the couch with Dodger to watch him on TV. Before he came on, you used to send him a text message encouraging him and a picture of you and Dodger on your couch. It was like a ritual for both of you.

In a millisecond that message reached the other side of town, where Chris was staring at the image with a slightly scandalous laugh. He was in his dressing room, minutes away from going on air, and could barely reply with “I love you both”. 

The interview was great, Chris talked about the day the cast said their goodbyes and how Antony Mackie found out that Captain America was going to give Falcon his shield. All the anecdotes that any Marvel fan would love to hear. Yet, as is well known, Jimmy Fallon’s shows bring with them a number of embarrassing moments for the interviewee, as well as the interviewer. 

That night both Chris and Jimmy were going to play ‘Show me your phone’, a game where they had to show whatever material was hidden on their mobile phones. The moment they got up from their respective seats, Chris realised that he hadn’t deleted any of your conversations, you were present in his whatsapp, his picture gallery, his social media messages, emails… in other words, his whole phone was a personal diary of your relationship.

His nervousness was present as he took a seat opposite Jimmy at the circular table. In front of them there was a red button, in the centre a mobile phone holder and next to it was an electronic panel showing all the possibilities that could come up, as if it were a wheel of fortune. There was the icon for Whatsapp, Safari, the photo gallery, Instagram, email, last calls, notes…

“Okay, do you know how this works?” asked Jimmy putting on his jacket. “Well, for those of you who don’t know, here’s how this works. Chris and I will take turns pressing the red button we have here, which will randomly select one of these icons we have on the board.” Chris began to laugh somewhat nervously. “Each icon will reveal something we need to share on our phone…”

The audience began to laugh too at the worried gestures they were both making.

“Just so you know, neither of us know what’s behind each icon.” Jimmy looks at Chris who was still laughing. “Are you ready?”

“I’m not too sure about this,” Chris shared scratching his beard. “I forgot to clean some stuff off my phone.”

“That makes two of us,” Jimmy said laughing along with him. “Alright, here we go. Since you’re the guest you press first.”

“What an honour,” Chris said wryly, which drew laughter from the audience. “Here we go!”

Chris pressed the red button and quickly the icons on the panel began to light up, and you stood expectantly contemplating the moment. On the one hand the situation was amusing, but on the other hand you were completely scared and wished that what he had said about cleaning his phone wasn’t true.

The light stopped specifically on the Safari browser icon, so that a text was displayed that said 'Show us your last Google search’. Chris frowned and looked thoughtful.

“Safari, show us your last Google search,” Jimmy repeated.

“Okay!” exclaimed Chris grabbing his phone and heading to the app. “If I’m being honest I have no idea what my last search was… Oh!" 

Chris started laughing without showing his phone, which caused everyone around him to laugh hilariously.

"Okay, okay,” Chris set the mobile down on the small platform. “I thought it was a funny idea.”

The camera pointed straight at him, checking that his last search had been 'Halloween costume ideas for your dog’. The set erupted in laughter, Jimmy clasped his hands to his chest, laughing his head off.

“This- This is so funny,” he said between guffaws. “Did you find anything interesting?”

“I did!” began Chris. “I found a really funny Mario and Luigi one, but it wasn’t too scary, you know. I’ve got to keep looking.”

“Yeah, not too much,” concluded Jimmy. “Come on! Here we go. My turn.”

The panel came back on, the light moving between icons until it stopped on the 'YouTube’ app. Jimmy frowned, and the panel informed him that it should show the history of videos watched.

“Come on, show us those videos!” exclaimed Chris encouragingly.

“I’m extremely scared,” said Jimmy with a serious and comical look on his face, reaching for his mobile phone. “I have no idea… Oh!” he began to laugh. “Okay, okay. This… I’m not good at cooking, don’t judge me.”

'How to cook oatmeal’, 'Easy oatmeal recipe’, 'Oatmeal ideas you need to try’. The audience started laughing.

“All right, all right,” Jimmy held up his hands. “I can explain. The other day was Mother’s Day, and my kids and I wanted to make my wife a special breakfast, so we had to help ourselves to YouTube.”

“That’s pretty cool man!” exclaimed Chris.

“Yes, my wife ate her breakfast,” he laughed and picked up his mobile phone. “And she’s still alive for now, so it was a triumph.”

On the other side of New York City, you were watching the show with amusement, curled up next to Dodger on the couch. You were so engrossed that you barely noticed Chris’s Whatsapp icon pop up.

“Show us the last message you sent on Whatsapp” Jimmy read out eliciting cheers from the audience. “Come on!”

Chris reddened and ran his hand over his face.

“Alright, alright,” he began to laugh nervously. “It says there the last message I sent, the person too?”

“Well, you have to put the mobile phone down,” Jimmy laughed.

“Okay,” Chris started to look up. “Last text message…” he took a breath and looked at Jimmy hesitantly.“Oh man…”

Your last conversation appeared before everyone’s eyes, showing only the last photograph you had sent him with Dodger and Chris’s reply 'I love you both’. Chris’s countenance showed an inner nervousness, hidden in a nervous laugh and flushed cheeks.

“Wait, wait,” Jimmy said looking at him and frowning “She’s Y/N Y/L/N with your dog? With Dodger?”

The audience exclaimed a sweet 'aw’ when they got a glimpse of the photograph, but Chris was scratching his beard nervously.

“This is really sweet!” said Jimmy looking at Chris, “This is really cute.” “I know, I know,” Chris commented, nodding slowly.

“Are you two-?” asked Jimmy hesitantly, to which Chris took another breath, somewhat embarrassed by the situation.

“I think so,” Chris laughed nervously. “I mean, I don’t know what’s going to happen after this.”

Jimmy laughed, accompanied by the audience.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Jimmy handed the mobile phone back to Chris. “We’ll invite Y/N over next week and let her have her revenge on you.”

Both the audience and you from your living room started to burst out laughing. Contrary to what you might have thought right now, Steve wasn’t angry at all, not even annoyed, you were even a little relieved. Your relationship had been made known to the world naturally, as if you were just another couple texting each other and telling each other how much you love each other. Now you just had to face a new day-to-day life.

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[crazy4dragons]

Braids

Astrid continues to spend time with Hiccup after his injury and he asks to braid her hair. Takes place sometime after Just Friends. Like Heaven AU. Rating: PG (lust mention, but mainly fluff).

“Why don’t we go in the hot tub?” Astrid suggested as she watched the movie credits roll down the screen. “Didn’t your doctor say water would be good for your leg?”

Hiccup sighed. “I don’t know.”

“Come on,” urged the blonde, tugging his hand. “You can’t just sit in bed and watch TV all day.”

“There’s not much else I can do,” he argued.

Astrid slid off the mattress and walked into Hiccup’s closet. Rummaging through his summer clothes, she found a pair of swimming trunks and tossed them into his lap. “Change,” she ordered.

“But —”

“Change,” Astrid repeated, pulling a modest swimsuit from her backpack and shutting herself in the bathroom. While she finally had a bikini, she wasn’t sure about parading around in it with Hiccup’s parents around. They already thought he was sleeping with her; wearing cheeky bottoms and a top that showed cleavage wouldn’t help the situation. So instead, she’d brought over a pale pink longline top and matching high-waisted bottoms that collectively left only a sliver of tummy showing.

Clad in the swimsuit, she searched for sunscreen and two beach towels before opening the door to see that Hiccup had put on his swimming trunks and a t-shirt. “Good. You’re ready,” she smiled, grabbing a pair of workout shorts from his dresser. With his injury, Astrid had been staying over so often that one of Hiccup’s drawers was now stuffed with her clothes.

“I’m telling you now, Astrid, I’m going out for half an hour. That’s all.”

“Mmm-hmm.” She pulled on the shorts, then handed Hiccup his crutches. “Let’s go.”

As the two friends descended the stairs, Astrid helping Hiccup to ensure he didn’t fall, they were greeted by Stoick. “Well, look who finally came out of his room.”

“Not cool, Dad.” Hiccup rolled his eyes.

“I’m just glad to see yer up and about,” Stoick defended. “Where are yer two headed, the pool?”

“Hot tub. Astrid’s making me.”

“You have to get out of bed once in a while,” insisted the blonde.

“Astrid’s right,” agreed Stoick. “Yer leg will only get worse if ye never move it.”

Hiccup sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Well, let’s go outside and get this over with.”

“It’ll be fun,” assured Astrid, stepping in front of him and opening the back door. Once he hobbled out, she closed it behind them and set the towels on a chair before opening the sunscreen and rubbing it onto her nose. She then pulled off her shorts, slathered the rest of her skin, then passed the bottle to Hiccup, who’d taken a seat beside the towels. “Here. Let me know if you need help getting your back.”

Discarding his t-shirt, Hiccup took the sunscreen. “Yeah,” he decided, smearing it onto his freckled cheeks. “Some help would be great.”

“On it.” Astrid knelt behind him and worked the lotion into his skin while subconsciously taking note of all his freckles. He had at least a hundred on his shoulders alone, and even more were sprinkled across his back. He didn’t like them, but she thought they were sort of cute.

“You done?” Hiccup asked as she backed away.

Nodding, Astrid climbed into the hot tub, letting out a contented sigh as the warm, frothy water lapped at her neck. When Hiccup joined, she slid over to sit beside him, her fingers curling around his hand in a comforting squeeze. “You will get better,” she assured. “I know it.”

“I wish I could be as sure as you are,” he mumbled.

Silence fell between them and for a while, they soaked together without saying a word.

“Hey, could I braid your hair?” Hiccup asked eventually, nodding towards Astrid’s messy bun. When she hesitated, he added, “I won’t if it’s not okay with you. It’s just…it’ll give me something to do.”

“Alright,” she shrugged, shifting in front of him. “I don’t see why not.”

“Thanks.” With a small smile, Hiccup carefully took down Astrid’s hair and ran his fingers through it, working out a few small knots. “Is a Dutch braid okay?”

“That’s fine,” she replied, relaxing at the feeling of his hands on her scalp.

“You have a date tonight, right?” Hiccup asked cautiously. Even though he knew Astrid had a boyfriend, and he knew he was just her friend, he always felt the need to check himself when mentioning her relationship to make sure he didn’t come across as jealous.

“Yeah, why?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to stay for dinner, but if you already have plans, don’t worry about it.”

“Well, I have my date tonight and I’m going over to my dad’s tomorrow, but I could do dinner with you on Monday,” offered Astrid. She knew Hiccup didn’t expect her to spend every spare moment with him, but she couldn’t help feeling guilty that he was stuck at home awaiting a second surgery on his leg while she was going to a carnival with her new boyfriend, with whom she’d just become official. “And I promise I’ll spend the whole day with you on Wednesday before you go to the hospital.”

Hiccup paused in his braiding. “Astrid, you know you don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to.” She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the thought of him going into surgery again terrified  her. When he’d first gotten into the car accident, she skipped school, instead spending the day crying in her room and waiting for Stoick or Valka to call saying the doctors would allow her to come see him. And now, knowing that he’d be in the hospital all over again, and that this next surgery would determine whether he’d ever be able to walk without his crutches or a wheelchair, she felt sick to her stomach.

“Then I’d like that.” Hiccup resumed his task. When he reached the end of the braid, he tied it off and draped it over her shoulder. “There. Take a look.”

Astrid grabbed her phone from the outside ledge of the hot tub and studied her reflection in the camera. “It looks great,” she smiled. “Mind if I keep it in for my date?”

“Do whatever you’d like,” he said with a shrug.

“I’m definitely keeping it,” she decided, snapping a selfie before putting her phone down and settling in beside him.

Hiccup cast her a lopsided grin.

After spending a bit more time soaking, the two friends decided to get out and head back inside. It was two o’ clock, neither of them had eaten lunch, and Astrid needed to be home for her date by four-thirty.

“Do you want to eat first or wash up first?” Hiccup asked.

“Eat,” Astrid replied quickly as she felt her stomach grumble. “What do you have?”

“We could do sandwiches and chips,” he shrugged.

“Sounds good to me.” She pulled two plates from a cabinet, holding a hand up as Hiccup tried to help her. “No, you sit down. I’ll get it ready.”

He reluctantly took a seat while Astrid quickly put together ham and cheese sandwiches. Grabbing a bag of chips, she carried the food over to the table before sitting across from her friend.

“These are good,” Hiccup remarked, taking a bite.

“Don’t look so surprised. I might not be able to cook, but I’m perfectly capable of putting together a sandwich.”

He laughed.

Once they finished eating, Astrid cleared away the dishes. The two then returned to Hiccup’s room, where they rinsed off — separately, of course — and changed into clean clothes.

“My braid is all messy now,” the blonde frowned, catching sight of herself in the mirror as she tugged a blue crop top over her white bralette. A pair of ripped, high-waited denim shorts completed her look. All she’d need was her white Converse and a bit of makeup and she’d be ready for her date that evening.

“I can redo it for you if you’d like,” Hiccup offered, quickly picking up his phone to disguise the fact that he’d been struggling not to stare at Astrid while she dressed. They weren’t shy about being in their underwear around each other. For Hiccup, it really wasn’t too much different than being in a swimsuit. And Astrid, being used to changing in the locker room before volleyball games, didn’t see why she should feel okay in just underclothes in front of her teammates but not her best friend — even if her best friend was a guy.

But although the situation was platonic, Hiccup had to admit to himself that she had a nice body, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t fantasize about what she looked like completely naked. Of course, she had a boyfriend, so he knew those privileges would be reserved for his eyes when Astrid felt ready to take things to the next step.

Lucky guy, he thought, shaking his head in attempt to ignore the lust burning in his brain. Being a teenager was the worst.

“Yes, please.” Grabbing her hairbrush, she sat down in front of Hiccup, allowing him to undo her disheveled braid and work the tangles from her locks.

Hiccup quickly wove a new braid, Astrid enjoying the feeling of his hands in her hair as he did so. When he was finished, she took her hairbrush and zipped it into her backpack.

“We have another hour,” she announced as she checked her phone. “What do you wanna do?”

“Nap,” chuckled Hiccup.

“Come on. I won’t see you again until Monday night and all you want to do is take a nap?”

“I guess we could play on the Wii,” he suggested.

“That’s better.”

The hour flew by as Hiccup and Astrid played games together, just like they’d done before the accident. After two rounds of Mario Kart and a session of Wii bowling, he was feeling almost normal.

Until it came time to say goodbye to Astrid.

“Alright,” he  began, suppressing a sigh. “Let me how your date goes. And have fun with your dad tomorrow.”

“I will.” The blonde stuffed a few things into her backpack and tucked her pillow under her arm.

“No hug?” frowned Hiccup.

Smiling, Astrid set down her belongings and enveloped her friend in a tight embrace, an inexplicable shiver running down her spine at the sensation of his arms brushing her bare midriff. She didn’t like him like that. And she certainly wasn’t lusting after him. No, she had a boyfriend. But the feeling of his hands on her skin, however innocent, was enough to excite her just a little bit.

“Bye, Astrid.” Hiccup’s voice broke into her thoughts.

“Oh, uh…bye, Hiccup,” Astrid replied, breaking the hug. “See you Monday.”

“Yeah. See you Monday.”

#hiccstrid #fanfic #my writing #like heaven au #like heaven universe #hiccstrid fluff #teenage hiccstrid #modern au #modern au hiccstrid

[icollectyoursins]

Heyy!! Congrats on making it to 50 followers!! I know it's not much but sooner or later it'll grow big and you'll have tons of mini minions who love and adore you! + your writings too!!

I just want to say that your Caesar blowjob with a twist got me hooked on recreating questionable scenarios while I was folding the clothes and my brain said "How dare this person make me go horny without consent!!" Just kidding, I give my utmost thanks from getting my hormones set off from your writing❤❤

I just recently finished watching SDC and I'm in the big sad from seeing Kakyoin dying while listening to Goodbye Nostalgia before crying because the lyrics hit me so baddd

Would it be alright if I were to request a small scenario that Kakyoin survived the hit? I just want my cherry boy healthy and well dhdhdhdhdhvf

I also love my cherry boy, so yes. You can have that. Now I need to go mop up my tears because this whole thing was so sweet. This may be a little sad, but it gets better. Just... my poor boy, he needs to heal. Honestly, this was a nice break from what I usually write, so thanks for that! Had to hold back lots of happy tears with this one.

Kakyoin is finally released from the hospital after healing from his DIO-induced injuries and he could not be more excited.

Have a character, but no idea? Prompt list here!

Looking for more? Master post here!

WARNINGS: A little bit of sad, but mostly happy reunions! Paraplegic!Kakyoin.

Word Count: 1205

Hope and Recovery

     Kakyoin’s feet dangled over the side of the hospital bed. He looked at them with a sad curiosity, narrowing his eyes and focusing, willing them to move, to feel that tingle, the feeling of stretching them out. But, they wouldn’t. No matter how hard he tried. It was still too soon, according to the doctors. He couldn’t help wanting to be that tiny 1%, that little miracle person. For now, he would have to be okay with a wheelchair seeing as using Hierophant would be a little too odd for people who can’t see stands.

     He sighed, pulling his legs back onto the bed, arranging himself so he was lying down again. He smiled, staring at the bed table near his feet. Various pictures of smiling family, friends and whatever Iggy was feeling in the picture Polnareff took. A chuckle escapes him freely. Iggy had sunglasses on and what looked like a smaller version of what Mr. Joestar would wear on vacation with a small vibrant drink in the lower corner.

     Looking over to the calendar on the wall next to the clock, he checked which day it was. Of course, he knew what day it was, he just needed to keep reminding himself that it was happening. He was going home today. After so many months of healing in the hospital, he was finally allowed to go home. Home to his bed and games and beanbag chair, his dad’s awful jokes and his mum. He missed her the most, he thinks. 53 days travelling and then another 3 months on top of that was too much, to say the least. They’d visit, of course, but nothing compares to waking up to her cooking.

     Kakyoin laughs to himself, thinking of what his father and uncles would say at parties when he was a kid. He really was a mama’s boy and proud of it! He looks at the clock, then back to the calendar for the umpteenth time today, pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. This day was finally here.

     And Avdol was late.

     Funny, the warm-hearted man was usually very punctual. Maybe Mr. Joestar was driving them. He and Avdol had grown close, sharing this room together while they healed. The Speedwagon Foundation had given him robotic hands, like Mr. Joestar, so it was a bit easier for him to heal probably. Meanwhile, Kakyoin chose to keep his legs. When he woke up, they had told him that there was a small chance that he would be able to walk with his own legs again and, by God, he was going to take it. Even if it didn’t work, he was sure they’d come up with some way to help him.

     All of the sudden, Polnareff burst through the door, flowers and balloons in his hands, smiling like a buffoon, not that he could blame him. His own cheeks hurt from smiling so much today which was only amplified by the grin he gave his friend. The two laughed whole heartily as they hugged, being careful of Kakyoin’s injuries, babbling about how exciting this all was. He barely remembered what they said! It was all a blur. Someone came in and gave him his clothes, then helped him into the wheelchair so he could change with a little help from the nurse.

     Everything was a buzz with excitement as Avdol pushed him down the hallway, flowers in hand and the balloon tied to the handle of the wheelchair. They all waved at the doctors and nurses, laughing about the good times of Egypt, exchanging inside jokes, the like. When they arrived at the doors, he saw Mr. Joestar and Jotaro standing together, a rare smile graced Jotaro’s lips as he saw his friend approach him, joking about him looking like shit when he could see how tried Kakyoin was.

     “I couldn’t sleep last night. I was looking forward to the morning too much.” They all smiled sincerely, Joseph clamped a hand down on shoulder, laughing loud enough to draw attention from the passers by.

      Looking out the glass door, his eye was caught by a familiar form. “Mom!” He said, putting his hands on the wheels and rolling as fast as he could towards her. She turned at the sound of her son’s voice, then grinned. 

     “Noriaki!” She ran to him, almost falling to her knees when she was close enough to hug him. He tried his best to catch her, pulling her close to him. They laughed through happy tears, reunited. She immediately went into telling him about what happened at home when she pulled back. His dad came over and did the same, kissing him on the temple gently, patting his back. 

     It was evident they were all happy to see each other, happy to get back to their usual routines. With these people around him, healing would be a breeze! It would be like it never happened. Perfect.

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     “Oh, come on! No way!” Kakyoin shouted with glee, hitting the buttons on his controller harder than he was before. He was trying to beat Dark Link from Legend of Zelda 2, but to no avail. One final stab from the black pixel counter part and he was toast, dropping his hands to the couch and letting out an exasperated sigh. He looked over to Jotaro, who was trying to hide his smug smile. “As if you could do any better!”

     The two laughed lightly, reaching into the bowl of pop corn they had sitting between them. He closed out of the game, done with the fight for now. One day he’d get it. One day. 

     “Was there anything you wanted to play?” He asked. Jotaro shrugged. “There’s not a lot, but there is Super Mario Brothers. You seemed to like that last time. Until the Goomba.”

     “The what?” He looked over, confused and perturbed. 

     “The Goomba. It’s the mushroom thing that kept-”

     “Oh, right. Is that what they’re called?”

     “Yes, that’s what they’re called. Do you want to play it? If not, we could watch a movie,” Kakyoin mused, trying to get his friend interested. He heard him sigh and smiled.

     “Fine, I’ll play.”

     “Great! Would you mind getting it set up? I would do it myself, but...” He gestured to his legs. Jotaro got up wordlessly, getting the new game and setting it up the way he had taught him to, the proper way as he says. Kakyoin did whatever he needed to on his end, the familiar, joyful music filling their ears. He quickly reminded Jotaro how to play and then they set off on starting a new file. 

     Everything was going well, until the Koopas at the second stage. Jotaro made Mario jump on to the first one properly, and then hit the wrong side of the shell, making it barrel the other way, killing his tiny character. Kakyoin laughed.

     “Well, it wasn’t the Goomba!”

     “Let’s just watch a movie.” Another loud laugh made the taller teen hide his head behind his hat. He couldn’t help letting a small smile creep across his lips. Content. Glad that he has his friend, now and forever, as cheesy as that was. It felt nice. For both of them.

#kakyoin noriaki #noriaki kakyoin #wholesome cherry boy and his friends #kakyoin survives #kakyoin #ask #answer #kakyoin prompts

[imnotwolverine]

Epilogue

Henry Cavill x OC Lisa - multi-chapter fic

Author’s note: OH! I absolutely adored writing about these two, but alas, it is time for us to part. And as I bid these two lovebirds (and their 100k long “short” story..) adieu, I will definitely continue to write. Please feel free to send me prompts or ideas and enjoy your day. 

Word count: 1.592

Disclaimer: fluff

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This is the final part of the Tea for Two series. *sadness* I hope you enjoyed it <3

Read my other stories here.

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Is the air thick, or is it just me?

Tapping my foot on the grey slate tiles of the bathroom, I glanced at the obnoxious piece of plastic that was currently taking its sweet time to give me clarity. Here I was, sitting on the toilet, a fumbled up box in my left hand and this pregnancy test in my right. A soft singing drifted in from downstairs, as Henry was cooking us dinner. Probably singing along to this jazzy cooking playlist I made, I thought.  

I smiled and sighed. I really don’t need to read the wrapper AGAIN, right?

I stretched out to place the stick on the edge of the sink, before tossing the wrapper and box in one graceful bow straight in the bin.

GOAL.

I smirked and half-eyed the stick again. No result yet.

Arghh..How long could a few minutes be?!

I knew the drill by now. Especially after that little heart attack moment a few months ago.

What probably had just been some mild stomach flue, had awoken a whole new phase in our relationship. Suddenly there was this baby-situation we needed to discuss. And I, for one, was not quite ready for that.

It became a mind boggling 12-hour rollercoaster that came to an immediate halt as it happened to be a false alarm. Just some painful boobs and a bit of throwing up.

Now, however, it seemed more game on. For a few days now I had been having morning sickness, unbeknownst to Henry - I didn’t want to flip his guts again for no reason. And ..well…there HAD been this Japan trip where I had accidentally forgotten my pill strip. And we did have sex. Hot HOT sex.

Oops.

What a few months can do, right? My life changed so fast, I barely even realised it. Two years ago I was living a very single life in LA, my mind more occupied with work than love. Fast forward a few months and I was suddenly cooping up with this hella cute guy in a trailer on the Witcher set in Poland. The next thing we’re meeting the parents, we’re moving in..he’s proposing. Holy hell.

And did I want to have babies with him?

I guess I..

I glanced at the stick again, noticing a line was starting to appear. My eyes grew wider.

HOLY HOLY HOLY..

OH MY…

‘Honey, dinner’s almost ready.’ I barely registered Henry’s voice as he called for me, my fingers now grasping around the test to get a better look.

‘Oh my..’ I whispered, quickly getting up from the toilet seat and folding my fingers around the plastic object, looking at it one more time before pushing it in my sweater pocket, my legs blindly carrying me down the stairs.

A waft of roast veggies and meats hit my nostrils, the sound of some jazz music joined by Henry’s soft humming. Ah the Sunday roast. I practically floated into the kitchen, my stomach rumbling at the notion there was some delicious food at the ready. And a delicious fiancé too.

I squeezed Henry’s ass and popped my head over his shoulder, looking at him work as he cut up the roast meat.

’Smells goooood.’ I all but drooled. Henry snickered in response.

‘That’s gooood to hear.’ He sang-sung in his low baritone, half-wittedly tuning in with the beat of the music. I chuckled, moving to fill a pitcher with water, before following Henry to the dining table.

Tony Bennett’s Tea for Two was playing softly in the background.

“Picture you upon my knee

Just tea for two

And two for tea..”

We sat down and as Henry started to open a bottle of red wine my mind all but reeled.

OH darn. I have to tell him..right now.

Or later? After dinner?

Maybe just..

Fuck..I can’t drink alcohol.

I looked at his hand as it deftly turned the bottle opener into the cork, the cork scrunching under the force.

‘I ..eh…’ Henry looked up, his hand now starting to tug on the opener, the cork slowly rising from the narrow neck of the bottle.

My cheeks turned bright red and my mind couldn’t form a single word.

‘You okay dear?’ He asked, not sure what was the matter as his eyebrow raised. ‘Please don’t tell me you just now became a vegetarian..’ He nervously chuckled, eyeing the roast meat as it lay enticingly steaming on the wooden board.

‘I’m pregnant.’ I finally gasped.

Suddenly there was wine everywhere. Henry’s hand slipped and the bottle all but tumbled from his grip as his mouth fell wide agape, the red liquid staining his shirt and arms as he stared at me wide eyed.

‘Really?’ He whispered, completely ignoring the wine spill as he turned on his chair.

I smiled nervously, my cheeks burning even more red as I fumbled, reaching for the test that was snugly hidden away in my sweater pocket. Just like a baby. My fingers grasped around the plastic and I tugged it out, my eyes also instantly dragging back to the little + icon that had appeared only minutes earlier. It was still there.

‘I’m pregnant.’ I smiled, a giddy laughter starting to bubble up in my chest as Henry’s arms were suddenly around me, his lips pressing precious little kisses on my face.

—---

*on Instagram* 

To my wife.

On a very sweaty early morning in LA I was preparing for my walk with Kal. Like I do everyday before work. Little did I know that Kal had different plans that day. He escaped. Something I can easily ascribe to be one of the most terrifying moments of my life, were it not that within minutes my phone rang. I heard your voice.

‘Are you perhaps missing a dog?’

I went out to find you and Kal. Which happened to be at the highest hill top. You smiled at me casually while handing me his leash, a sunset setting the world around us aglow. We chatted a bit while walking back down - you worked on the Witcher set as well and had this sweet quirkiness going on. “Lisa from marketing” is all I knew about you when you waved us goodbye.

Well. I asked around. And apparently there worked over 20 Lisa’s at the Witcher set.

I had almost given up on finding you again, when I finally saw you. Sipping on a cup of tea at the breakfast bar. And once more we had such fun, that I felt that this cup of tea was empty way too soon and you had hopped off your chair and disappeared before I could ask you out. It left me a bit confused. Should I just call you? It felt like we clicked. I had your number. No.. that’d be weird. Oh, how silly I felt when I would then continue coming to that breakfast bar again..and again..and again. Until I found you there once more. And we chatted again so very animatedly. You invited me for a hike after work. Which turned into dinner at your place. And the rest…well..it’s kind of history.

Just one week ago you have made me the happiest man alive. Because I may now call you not just my best friend, my arch nemesis on Mario Kart, my conscience when I so need it, but also ..my wife. I love you, my sweet Lisa.  

PS. Thanks Kal for that hook up. I owe you one, BIG time.  

“Just tea for two

And two for tea

Just me for you

And you for me alone”

—

‘PUSH! Come on! PUSH!’

‘I can’t do it.’ I cried, my fingers tangling desperately around the sweaty sheets as another contraction rippled through my wrecked body.

‘Come on baby. A little more. You’re nearly there.’ Henry dabbed the sweat off my forehead, the cool cloth somewhat alleviating my toasty hot skin as I squeezed every muscle I could squeeze.

Why did this baby have to decide to come out on the hottest frigging day of the year?!

‘AAAAAAHHHHHH BY THE GODS WHY..FUCK..AHHHHHHH.’ I scolded, fury raging through my boiling blood.

The whole world kind of swam around me in colours and sounds. There were indistinct voices cheering me on as I could feel the dull pressure at my lower abdomen, the almost natural need to push rushing through my very being. And then there was Henry. His head floating above me as he coached me through it all, his voice focused and steady as a rock in a wild, restless surf.

‘I am so proud of you. You are doing it. YES baby! YES!’ His voice became more excited.  

Flop.

Silence.

For just a moment, as all faces suddenly turned downward, I felt my heart sink. Was it…?

And then he cried, our baby boy.

Still a bit at loss at what just happened and even more confused at what to do, I looked over at Henry. His hair a tumbling mess of dark curls and his blue eyes glazed over with tears, he smiled, unbelieving of what just happened. I felt my heart sing through the realms of my painful body. All was well.

And then suddenly there was this tiny little person placed on my breast. All soft skin, caked with blood, a roaring wail coming from his tiny mouth. Our baby bear.

My heart swelled as Henry’s eyes met mine. 

Green meets blue. 

Mommy.. meets daddy.

---

“We will raise.. a family

A boy for you

And a girl for me”

--

The end. 

#henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fluff #fanfiction #henry cavill #lovers #relationship #henry cavill x oc #teafortwo #tea for two #longstory #pregnancy #childbirth #lovestory

[casualmaraudering]

a little text fic, prompt provided by @starstruck4moony <3

Remus Lupin

Sunday, 10:15AM

Sirius Black: hey, a friend told me you have a dog to give away?

11:10AM

Remus Lupin: yeah! lily has mentioned she said something to a few people. i’m guessing you’re interested in taking him?

You can now message and call each other.

11:11AM

Sirius Black: YES!!! i love dogs sm

Sirius Black: what’s his name?? do you have pictures??

Sirius Black: i mean i love him already but i require pictures

Remus Lupin sent a photo.

Remus Lupin: oh i call him Archie! though he’s small enough that you can change it if you want to

Sirius Black: ARCHIE????? THATS SO CUTE HOLY FUCK

Sirius Black: im in love

marauder squad

11:13AM

pads: RED

pads: why didnt you tell me the puppy guy is hot?????

prongs: oh boy here we go again

pads: he’s so fucking gorgeous?????

pads: he has CURLS

pads: and FRECKLES!!!!

wormy: is sirius being gay again

pads: why didnt you ever mention you have a cute friend 

redhind: cause i knew you’d do this

pads: STILL

pads: im hopelessly homosexual lily he might be the love of my life 

redhind: see there’s the thing

pads: he’s straight isn’t he

redhind: i don’t know

redhind: i can try my best to find out for you

pads: i love you lily

prongs: oi

pads: you dont have any cute boy friends prongs, go away

prongs: >:(

Remus Lupin

11.20AM

Remus Lupin: so when do you wanna get him?

Sirius Black: does next week work?? im not at home til next Friday

Remus Lupin: ah yeah sure! 

Remus Lupin: holiday?

Sirius Black: wedding

Sirius Black: my uncle and his partner are getting married and i wouldn’t dare miss it

Sirius Black: and as a gay man he has a flare for blowing things out of proportion so instead of a regular wedding it’s a full week long getaway

Remus Lupin: god i wish

Remus Lupin: stuck in London studying for finals :/

Sirius Black: #cantrelate i’m an art student we don’t get those lol

Remus Lupin: rude

Sirius Black: what do you major?

Remus Lupin: English lit

Sirius Black: so you’re a nerd huh

Remus Lupin: i just like books

Sirius Black: nephew duties call, gotta go

Sirius Black: goodbye nerd boy

Remus Lupin

5:45PM

Sirius Black: how is my darling doing

Remus Lupin: he’s napping rn, we just came back from a walk

Sirius Black: that’s not what i asked

Remus Lupin: ??

Remus Lupin: oh

Sirius Black: ;)

Remus Lupin: do you always call strangers your darlings?

Sirius Black: only when they’re as gorgeous as you

Remus Lupin: now you’re just lying

Sirius Black:??? no i’m not

Sirius Black: as the homosexual of the group my opinion is the most trusted when it comes to cute boys

Sirius Black: and you my dear are cute as all fuck

Remus Lupin: that’s nice of you to say

Sirius Black: and it’s true. you’re both cute and hot and apparently smart too since eng lit, so don’t put yourself down

Sirius Black: and i mean since this is all out here already i’m not just saying it to be polite, i really am attracted to you and it’s been nice talking to you so far and i know it’s a long shot cause i don’t even know if you like guys but i wouldn’t mind getting coffee together someday if you want

Lily Evans

6:30PM

raging homosexual: FUCK

raging homosexual: LILY I FUCKED UP BAD

raging feminist: ???

raging homosexual: I ASKED THE PUPPY GUY OUT AND ITS BEEN LIKE HALF HOUR AND HE JUST LEFT ME ON READ

raging feminist: oh god sirius

raging homosexual: HES CUTE AND LIKES DOGS I PANICKED

Remus Lupin

7:50PM

Sirius Black: hey, i’m sorry about that, i didn’t mean to freak you out or anything, people do say i’m too impulsive at times haha

Sirius Black: can we please just forget that happened? i swear i won’t hit on you since it makes you uncomfortable

Sirius Black: i’ll get Archie next Friday and then you don’t have to see me again

James Potter

10:20PM

prongs: stop sulking

padfoot: i’m not sulking

prongs: i can see what you’re listening to on spotify y’know?

prongs: you’ve had ‘sad gay time’ on repeat for two hours

prongs: i know that dude is pretty or whatever but he’s not the last cute guy you’ll meet

padfoot: yeah i know

padfoot: idk it just hits me sometimes

padfoot: like it’s not even him it’s just,,,, im feeling like shit in general cause that made me think about my life

padfoot: you have lily and sometimes when i look at you i want something like that too and i’m worried i won’t ever get that

padfoot: im 19 and never even kissed anyone

prongs: and that’s normal, things take time sometimes

prongs: the right guy will come eventually, trust me

prongs: 19 is really young still, there’s literally ages for you to find the right guy for you

prongs: you’re the most amazing guy i know, you’ll find someone

padfoot: thanks james

prongs: come to my room? we can play mario kart

prongs: i have popcorn

padfoot: sure

Remus Lupin

Monday, 8.20AM

Remus Lupin: god i am so so sorry i just left like that i swear i didn’t mean to

Remus Lupin: i have this weird condition, and sometimes it acts up really unexpectedly to the point where i can’t even look at my phone cause i have such a bad migraine and i really meant to reply but it got so bad that i could barely move i am so sorry

Sirius Black: are you okay now??

Remus Lupin: yeah, it’s better

Remus Lupin: not amazing but better

Remus Lupin: that’s why i’m giving away Archie, too

Remus Lupin: an auntie gave him to me and while i’d love to have a dog, i can’t really care for one that well 

Remus Lupin: again, i’m so sorry, it was the worst timing possible

Sirius Black: it’s fine! i’m just glad you’re okay

Remus Lupin: and.. if the offer still stands, i’d really like to get coffee with you sometime

Sirius Black: really??

Remus Lupin: yeah

Remus Lupin: only for Archie’s sake, of course

Remus Lupin: he’s quite attached to me already, so i need to make sure you treat him well

Sirius Black: oh yes, absolutely

Sirius Black: you’ll have to stop by my flat, to see if it’s right for him

Remus Lupin: i hope your bed is soft enough for him, he hates sleeping alone

Sirius Black: you’ll just have to check for yourself

You changed Remus Lupin’s nickname to: cute puppy dad

Remus Lupin changed your nickname to: my puppy daddy

#i dont like it that much but also i dont hate it lol #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #the marauders #my tag #its not the worst thing i ever wrote i guess #and it is rather short #might write a longer version someday #im much better at existential sad drama than casual things sjdfsd

[crypticpine]

I had three dreams that were amazing

I had a dream awhile back that I was a chosen knight (okay I was the Troll hunter) and I had to go to these woods to stop someone from destroying it. I had Blinkus and Toby and Clare, but Clare was just a really good friend like Toby, also Jim was there but he was like barely there. Anyways, we get there and there was a weird circular ancient slab in the middle. It was huge, and had markings on it and circle parts where it was deep, small ones where a human could maybe fit. It looked like a UFO marking from corn, but ancient and in stone. Anyways, if you looked closely there is also stairs on the side that leads to an underground cave that's well lit by the shining rock and probably magic. It is mostly a maze to the other side of the stairs, but there are rooms among the twists and turns.

Blinkus warned us that we needed to be quiet, and that a wizard lives in these woods, but not a good one. she has killed many troll hunters before and I needed to stay vigilant. She was exiled by Madras the many, but it must have worn out or something cause now she's back (she's the one we need to stop). When he was explaining to stay low, we must find her before she finds us, I started to glow! It was yellow and it was more like an orb was surrounding me. I was picked up, and flew through the forest. My back was turned from where I was going, I couldnt see where I was only the shrinking Blinkus yelling "VOLAN!" holding out his hand. I knew it was the witch. I stopped but from the momentum I fell. When I got up, I heard someone say

"Finally, you've taken so long I though you weren't coming!" She picked me up with the glowing thing again, this time red and swirling around my torso, and I see her. She was wearing a black dress with green highlights in it. She had a matching green scarf draped across her shoulders, and honestly she was hot. I was brought closer and closer till we were nose to nose, I was struggling but honestly I stopped when I started to focus on her. then she said

"My little knight" I was tense, mostly cause shoot, I have to fight her? She's so beautiful, I don't really want to slay her... Also HOLY FRICK SHE'S BEAUTIFUL WHY AM I SO CLOSE AHHH! I opened my mouth, hesitated, then asked

"W-what do you mean 'my'?" She went to answer but looked behind me, her face became angry. Blinkus, Claire, and Jim were there (Toby was running in the background but never came) she kept me where I was, but she moved behind me to face them. I started to struggle again to see what will happen, but nothing worked.

"Put down the Trollhunter, witch! She's not for you!" Blinkus proclaimed.

"Trolls, always getting in the way of love. like your kind has ever felt love! We were made for each other, you know." She said, turning me towards her and putting her hand on my face, then stroking my hair. I was red hot too, I was gay panicking! I started mumbling trying to object but I was so nervous words wouldn't form. It felt like the red swirly thing was holding my arms now. I heard her whisper 'so cute' when I closed my eyes, I opened them and felt a small bump on my nose.

"Put Volan down! She doesn’t want you, isn’t it obvious?” Claire yelled, which was dumb it was obvious that I was gay panicking. Yeah it could mean I don’t want it but I’m pretty sure I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. 

She turned her head to look at Claire, I tried to but my neck wouldn’t turn. She floated over to Claire.

“As if they want you? My dear, you are quite pretty but I’d leave you for the men to greet.” She swung me around and hovered me near the ground. close to Claire. “Do you want her, or me?” She asked, putting her arms around my shoulders and gently touching my chin.

“U-uhm... I-uh...” I think in the dream I was liked Claire in that way but she was straight, so I respected that, but she seemed genuinely upset that I was hesitant to say something for some reason.

“I get it, you’re stuck. Here, I’ll give you some time then you can give your answer. Although, I’ll be picking you up for more persuasion.” when she said that, she got super close and kissed my cheek. I was as red as a Coke-a-cola by then. She dropped me (I was only about a foot from the ground) and I fell. I touched my cheek then she left.

Blinkus and Claire both picked me up and I was still flustered.

"I guess you didn't get to the part where I am supposed to spend eternity with the witch I'm supposed to kill?" I asked, looking at blinky. He seemed to ignore that and asked if I was okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What are we gonna do?"

"Well you're not gonna marry her, that's for sure." Claire replied, she was still mad for some reason. Like? She wasn't even in to me she doesn't need to be like that. Anyways we go into the stair case and I guess it's our base. we think of a plan to outrun her, but its risky so nothing can go wrong. It's time to slay her.

I ran out of the stair-cave thing, looking around and was very cautious. I here her saying "I'm coming little knight" In an echoing voice. And this giant white and black wolf comes through the forest, she riding on the back. I freak out and start running away, barely able to though because that thing is HUGE and FAST. It slows down right next to me and I stop, defeated. She comes off and reaches for my face, to take off the glamour mask. I was Toby (I think) she screamed in a fit of rage, throwing the mask down.

"Where is she?!" She said lifting Toby up.

"Not here, that's for sure." He says, smiling. She throws him down and climbs onto the wolf.

The camera (I guess?) Floats over to me, who's hiding in the hole things on the stone. Her magic can't detect me in there I guess. But, I see a family of squirrels that are trying to climb up a tree but can't, so I leave it to help them. That was a bad mistake, because she came running after me! I run towards the stair case and dive down it, rolled and then start bookin' it down the hallways. She was close behind, her wolf shrinking to try and fit, but she left it eventually. I was getting stuck, getting hit by rocks, and was falling down other holes I didn't see. She sent a ripple through the rocks and I fell down another stair case, landing in a dead end. There was a blue River that lit the small room, and some moss growing on the sides of the rocks.

I dragged myself onto some rocks and turned to face her, she was standing staring at me and I was laying down with blood coming out of my side and head. I lifted my sword in one last defense but she tossed it aside.

"W-what are you gonna do to me" I asked, shaking from fear and tiredness. She kneeled down beside me and gently placed her hand on my head, whispered 'this' and then kissed me on the lips.

I didn't struggle, mostly cause I couldn't, but also because I didn't feel the need to. But as she was kissing me, I felt nothing. No pain, no blood coming out, no broken bones, nothing! I felt newer, in a way. She leaned back and asked:

"Feel better?" I shook my head yes, I didn't even realized her other hand not occupying my face, was clasped by my hand. She said something else but I think a fainted, and then woke up (still in the dream) to a room with rock walls. I was laying in a bed with a white T-shirt on and some sweat pants. She walked in and was joyed to see me awake.

"Oh good I'm glad you're back! Would you like some coffee?" She had a tray with a cup of coffee and biscuits. I hesitantly accepted, but then she looked worried.

"You're about to leave again. But that's fine! You'll come back soon right?" She smiled.

"Uhm, I don't know, maybe?" I said.

"I'll miss you, sweety. See you in your dreams!" She kissed me one final time, and then I woke up in my bed room.

The other dream! Isn't as long I swear.

I opened my eyes and we were in an obstacle course thing. I looked down and she was tapping my hand. This time, she had a white shirt with green overalls and a Luigi hat, I had the same thing except red and Mario hat.

"I've been waiting forever for you to come back!" She said, smiling and kissing my cheek.

"We're gonna play Mario! Isn't this gonna be fun for our first date?" She pulled me to the first part, and explained how to get through. I was able to, but it was pretty hard. She seemed like she did this before, it was a lot of fun though. I don't remember much, we mostly did obstacles and laughed a lot. She was really nice too! Claire and Toby weren't there, Jim was and he had purple overalls and a Waluigi hat. When we met the end she turned to me and said:

“this was a great first date. I'll see you again soon! You gotta go now." She kissed me on the lips and waved goodbye, and I woke up in my room, not wanting to get up again.

Third dream! This one’s a long one, too. But super magical!

This time I opened my eyes and we were walking to an opera House. We were holding hands, and she was wearing a dark green Victorian dress, and she had purple hair instead of black (but honestly it was nearly black).

“you’re going to love this show! I used to watch it when I was younger. Have you seen it?” she asked, turning to me.

“No, I don’t think I have. What’s it about?” I looked down to see what I was wearing, it was a red Victorian dress with pink highlights.

“You’ll have to see for yourself.” She answered, swinging herself in front of me and kissing me on the lips (she does that lot and I always get so flustered after but I LOVE IT AHH). So we walk into the opera and it looks more like a giant movie theater, but there is magic everywhere. Here’s the part that makes me think that this is a multiniverse, and I CANNOT MAKE THIS UP she turns to me again and asks

“I understand in your world you don’t have magic! So I thought I would surprise you.” AND THE BIGGEST SMILE ON HER FACE SHE WAS SO CUTE I was standing there in awe (from her cuteness but also because h o l y frick) there was tiny airplanes flying around with drinks on their wings with a little mouse on the nose asking if you wanted a beverage, and they were wearing little tuxedos and some had those fancy mustaches and it was adorable! There was blimps too that would serve food, the big round part would open up and whatever you ordered was automatically in it. This time it was a hummingbird with a thin velvet dress. She ordered us a drink and an ice cream, but the ice cream was shaped like a snowman and the toppings was the eyes and the coat was caramel and chocolate! It was really cool and never melted, and the drink tasted like how flowers smelled. I got a rose drink, and she got a lily. She let me try hers, and they both tasted so good! We shared the ice cream, it was really big. We sat down to watch the show, and there was just a gaping hole where the stage was supposed to be. I asked why and she laughed.

“How else will they preform? Wait, how do they do it in your world?” and so I explained that we have stages, and she looked so confused, and I was confused. We were both completely confused! I started to chuckle, trying to explain, and then she started to laugh, and it was such a nice moment. Finally the show started, so we quiet down. All of the sudden, a grass field covered the gaping hole, then trees and bushes grew out of the ground. It was huge, like a small forest. People came running from behind the trees and started dancing, it was just really magical. they were dressed like fairies, y’know those dresses, and the dance was wonderful.

After the play (? I think) She brought us back to meet the dancers and they were really cool. One asked if I dance and I told them I do (cause I do) and they asked if I could dance for them, but I was super nervous. What they danced was so good I don’t think I could impress them at all! I think my gf noticed I was worried and placed her hands on my shoulders in a reassuring way, nodding as if she knew what I was thinking. So I said yes! They played a song, I closed my eyes, and started to preform a dance I’ve never preformed before but was in the back of my head whenever I heard it. They played Once Upon a December and I killed it! I hit every move (btw I changed before this, I was in a flowing red dance dress this time) and it was exactly how I’d imagine it. I knew however, that this wouldn’t impress them. I was mistaken! Because they cheered! My gf clapped with awe on her face, and it felt really weird. I never liked applause for me, I never thought I deserve an applause when I get one, but her face turned reassuring again, making me know that I deserved this applause.

We started to say goodbye to the dancers, I stayed in the dance dress, and We sneaked into a dance room to talk, it was really loud out there suddenly.

“How did you like the play?” She asked, her dress changing into a similar dress as mine, just purple this time.

“It was so cool! we’ll have to see more like that.” I answered, still in awe that I managed to dance in front of professional dancers.

“Would you like to be in one?” She questioned, taking my hand and leaning a little forward. She was a little shorter than me, although the first two times she was definitely taller than me. I guess it changes, because her height changes again later on.

“Uhm, that would be so cool! But do you really think I could do that?”

“Of course you can! You wanna go in one now? I made the arrangements!” My. Jaw. Dropped! We were going to be in front of thousands dancing? Me and my literal dream girlfriend? SIGN. ME. UP!

We moved to the side of the hole, right outside there were seats upon seats filled with people, and we were about to dance in front of them. This time we were wearing a big fluffy coat with our respected colors (red and green) and a fairy skirt. We had mittens on, and we looked like we were about to ice skate, which we were. On a giant snowball coming from the hole. It was like being in Super Mario Galaxy on the giant Mario head, except a perfect ball! We ditched the ice skates after awhile and just danced together, and then we separated for a bit to do our own thing, and then came back together like in tangled, and she kissed me on the lips, and told me our times up, everyone applauded,then... I woke up, with the biggest grin on my face.

That was all from my gf from today, 4/8/2020, but she is the best thing from my quarantine. If she comes back I’ll tell you! the hashtag (if i have more) will be #Magic_dream_girlfriend idk it’s in the tags. But now I can say I’m taken???

#long post #trollhunters #troll hunter dream #one time i dreamt #it was a super good dream #girlfriend #opera #Victorian dresses are so cool #bro she's so cute too I wish I could explain #WAIT i CAN DRAW #yall Imma draw her later when I have time #magic dream girlfriend #GUYS does anyone know dream things #is this normal? #Am I seeing someone from another world? #Does the matrix have me? #they can take me though I want to spend forever with my magical gf #volan posts

[bumblebeereus]

Two Weeks. Marco Reus.

Word count: 2.623 A/N: Baby daddy feels were all over the place when I wrote this, that’s the only warning about this piece. He deserves this after winning another trophy with BVB and lifting it as a captain.  English is not my first language so sorry if there’s any typo. Sorry for the spacing if you’re reading this from your phone. Feedback is always welcomed  Hope you like it. –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Two weeks. That’s the time she’s been hiding the good news, waiting for the best moment to spill the beans, she knew his birthday was around the corner so she has kept the secret from him until this day. There’s nothing better than being one year older and knowing you’re gonna be a dad, right? She looks at him, still sleeping, and he looks way younger than twenty-seven. His dirty blond hair a mess and the stubble, too lazy to shave in the past days and he knows how much she loves it so he’s kinda in the stubble club now. Just when she’s about to reach out her hand to touch his hair he opens his eyes smiling sleepily at her and she melts a little, doesn’t matter how many times she has seen him like this, still makes her weak in the knees. “Are you watching me while I sleep? Creepy.” She shows him her middle finger making him laugh and he moves to be on top of her. “To be twenty-seven you’re pretty agile still, I’m surprised.” She jokes and he sighs burying her face on the crack of her neck kissing the bare skin that somehow still smells like him “Happy birthday sunshine, you’re still my favourite man on Earth even tho you’re getting older…well, maybe Xabi Alonso’s still winning the competition but.” He doesn’t let her finish kissing her on the lips smiling through the kiss. “Still the worst at birthday wishes, you knew that? Why am I still dating you?” “You couldn’t live without me sunshine, accept the hard truth, swallow it.” She winks at him earning a bite on her shoulder making her slightly jump hitting him on the back.  She knows him too well to know what he wanted as a birthday party, family and closest friends in their house enjoying a chill afternoon and night. His friends said he was quite the life of the party before she appeared in his life and he’s still the life of the party but now he’s into chilled parties apparently. She’s looking at him, holding a bottle of beer while chatting with Mario, Julian and Roman all of them resting on the back of the couch, he looks away from his friends to look at her smiling widely when he catches her looking at him and he winks at her before going back to focus on his friends. “He’s glowing tonight but I can say the same about you, girl.” She turns her head to look at her friend that hugs her from behind. “I’m not glowing at all, believe me, I’ve been feeling sick since I woke up this morning.” Her friend knows, indeed she was with her when she found out that she was pregnant because it’s her gynaecologist. “Do you want me to cover you up while you go to throw up inside?” She shakes her head looking at her, she’s now used to the feeling and as long as she doesn’t eat a thing while feeling like this, everything is under control “I’m fine, at least for now. But believe me, you’re covering my ass if I need to run to the toilet.” She jokes excusing herself for a second to go and get a glass of iced water with lemon. She discovered that really helped her to calm the waves of nausea.  She feels a hand on her back and she turns her head to look at her mother in law with a sweet smile plastered on her face. She remembers who she was close to freaking out when she met his parents and almost three years later she has second parents in them, especially with Manuela, she’s been on her side since day one. “I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one that said this to you today but you’re looking gorgeous today, sweetie.” She shakes her head with a smile, she’s being like this with her since the day she met her “Can I ask you something?” She froze for a second when she hears the question, usually nothing good happens after that question being popped.  “Of course, sure, absolutely.” She’s nervous and her mother in law knows, Manuela puts a hand on her forearm as a way of calming her a bit. “Don’t worry honey, it’s nothing serious. Marco has been talking to me lately about you two, he thinks he has made something because he feels you’re treating him different in the past few weeks. Maybe it’s something he said or something he has done…I don’t know what my son did this time but.” “Oh no…” Her eyes scan their garden and he’s already looking at their direction and she smiles at him warmly as he does the same “He’s been incredible lately, he did nothing bad I swear, it’s just me.” “He thinks you’re about to break up with him and he doesn’t know why. And I’ve been looking at you two the whole night and something’s off darling.” He can read her like an open book and keeping a secret from him it’s been far from easy, she doesn’t know how to lie and she’s even worse at lying when it comes to him, so hiding such an important thing from him has been exhausting, to say the least. The smells of the dish of currywurst that Manuela is holding fills her nostrils and she feels sick again, feeling the urge of throwing up intensifying. She has to cover her mouth not to do it in front of her. “Sweetheart, are you sure you’re okay? You’re pale and I thought for a second you were about to throw…”She looks up at her for a second and by the look on her face, she knows that her pregnancy is no longer a secret for her. She looks at the glass of water she’s holding and it’s like another sign for her “There’s nothing off between you two. You’re pregnant and he doesn’t know it yet.” There’s no way she can lie to her as well, so she simply nods with a beaming smile on her face as she feels how her mother in law holds her hand “I’m not gonna hug you in front of him because he’d suspect something’s going on but I can’t wait to do it properly.” She has glassy eyes and her thumb is caressing her hand “You’re telling him tonight? Since when you’re keeping this from him? Are you okay? Feeling good?” She laughs at her interrogation preparing her answers. “As soon as we’re alone, yes. I wanted this day to be about him, it’s his birthday…I’m seven weeks pregnant now and I knew two weeks ago. I have morning sickness and apparently, I can’t stand certain smells but so far so good.” “Can’t believe my baby boy is gonna be a father. You’re gonna be incredible parents.” “I hope so, but I have no doubts about him, he’s gonna be the greatest dad.” She says looking at him, he’s lost in a conversation with his friends, and she can’t help but feeling a little off now that she knows what’s going on in his mind. It’s close to midnight when they finally say goodbye to the last few friends that were still with them at their house. He closes the door resting against it looking at her with his arms open waiting for her. “Another birthday party, another success. You can always change your work to an event planner or something like that.” He jokes as she snuggles against his chest, his hands travelling along her back while kissing her temple. “No way. I only go through this because it’s you and your birthday.” And she’s being honest, it takes her one or two months to have everything as she wants it to be for his birthday's parties. “That’s love. I wanna talk to you about something, but if you’re tired we can go to bed now and talk tomorrow. It’s totally fine.” She feels terrible because she knows what he wants to talk about and she can’t make him feel like that any longer. “We can talk as soon as you open my birthday presents for you.” He frowns because she gave him a watch he’s been looking for months “You really thought that a freaking watch was my present?” “It’s the hell of a watch if you ask me, it’s a good birthday present but I’m not complaining if you have something else for me.” He raises his eyebrows and she slaps him in the chest with her index finger close to her face as a warning “What? It wouldn’t be the first time, remember?” “Don’t make it the last then.” She jokes back grabbing his hand leading him towards their bedroom. She’s nervous, not because of his reaction because they’ve talked about it several times in the last few months, but she can’t wait to share the news with him. She laughs as he keeps telling her how much he’s gonna enjoy his birthday present even tho he doesn’t know what is it. She tries to escape his embrace but he’s not in the mood for letting her go yet. “You know I love you, right? That you’re the only one, that I’d die for you and if sometimes I have ever hurt you wasn’t intentioned.” She’s looking at him right in the eyes and she knows he’s feeling every single word he’s saying and she’s feeling guilty for making him feel like he has to apologize for something he didn’t do, or making sure she knows how he feels about her when she has no doubts about his feeling for her. “I know and you don’t have to say it out loud Marco, you make it very clear every time I look at you, okay? I have no doubts about your feelings for me, sunshine. I know where this is coming from but I guarantee you, there’s nothing to worry about. I’m not leaving you, I love you even more now than I did before.” She strokes his cheek with her thumb, he has glassy eyes and she has to bit her lip not to cry. “I’ve been panicking about losing you for the last week, I swear I thought I did something wrong you were off lately, mostly with me. I know that I’m annoying but this time I was confused because I  didn’t know what I had done this time” She laughs softly at that last part, he was indeed annoying sometimes, but she even loved that side of him even when he gets on her nerves because of it. He wouldn’t be Marco without his annoying side. “You know I can’t keep a secret from you, right? I suck at lying.” He nods rolling his eyes, he has seen here lie and it was terrible. Cringeworthy “Hey you, don’t roll your eyes at me. It’s rude” “I’ve seen you lie, and that’s rude.” He laughs tapping her nose and smile when she scrunch her nose “So…you lied to me?” “Kind of, I just wanted to keep the secret about your birthday present. That’s why I’ve been acting strange lately.” She can tell he’s getting anxious about the whole birthday present thing, it’s like a five-year-old on Christmas morning. She plays with the collar of his white t-shirt looking at him “Want your present now or…?” “Please.”  She walks towards their shared walk-in closet looking for the bag she’s been hiding for a week now, she had several doubts about what was the best gift for him but she couldn’t pick just one. She goes back with him, with the bag on one hand and her phone on the other one. “Before I give this to you, you need to see a little video to understand your present, deal?” He nods looking at the bag that she’s holding and then looking at her eyes with his own eyes shining bright. “Deal” She unlocks her phone sending him the video of her last scan, she recorded most of it just for this moment. She knew he would have been there if he had known she was pregnant, so this was her way of making him part of it as well. Even tho he wasn’t there that day. She hits the button and when she hears the sound of her message on his phone she starts to shake, she’s been thinking about this moment for two weeks and finally, he’s gonna find out. He unlocks his phone clicking the video she attached to their conversation and she swears she can hear her own heart beating. The bedroom is dead silent apart from the video playing on his phone, the voice of her friend echoing in the room. She sees his face changing as the video keep playing, his eyes watering when he starts connecting the dots. “Here’s your birthday present Marco, it’s little now I know, but I’m telling you, it’s gonna be bigger when you hold it in eight months” He almost let his phone fall to the floor, he’s shaking and he doesn’t realize that he started to cry seconds ago. She can count the times she has seen him cry in front of her, all of them football-related: when he won the Pokal, when he got injured and couldn’t play for months, when Germany was eliminated from the World Cup, when he won the Bundesliga with his childhood team, him being the captain and now. When he has just found out that he’s gonna be a dad within eight months. He opens his mouth but words don’t escape his mouth for probably the first time since he met her, and she wipes his tears from his eyes stroking his cheeks with her thumbs as she starts to cry too, all the emotions she has been containing exploding all at once. He sighs looking at the ceiling and burst into laughter holding her tight against his chest, his lips kissing her forehead several times. He breaks their embrace to wipe away her tears before kissing her lips not able to stop doing it until they need to breathe, he smiles against her lips both of his hands on her cheeks. “I can’t believe I’m gonna be a father…god. I don’t know what to say, I’ve been dreaming with this moment almost since I met you.” He’s literally glowing. She thought that the happiest she has seen him be was when he won the Bundesliga, but that’s not even close to seeing him like this. “You have eight months to believe it, and another scan in three weeks and this time you can come with me if you want…”She’s glad he’s holding her right now because she’s still shaking. “I’m going to be there for every single one, believe me. Oh, and prepare yourself because I’m gonna be a pain in the ass looking after you. And reading every single book about becoming a dad.” He strokes her belly under her shirt, with a beaming smile on his face “I still can’t believe it. If all the secrets you’re gonna keep from me are like this one…please keep doing it.” “Hey, you haven’t opened your presents.” She says happily stroking the back of her neck scratching his hair. “I don’t need more presents, Schatz. I have the most important thing I have ever had in my life, and another one coming. I don’t need a thing.” She tiptoes to kiss him holding her index finger centimetres away from his face, walking towards her nightstand opening the first drawer, picking up the echography handling it to him. “I bet you’d want to have this one as well.”

#football one shot #football fanfiction #football imagine #marco reus #harry winks #trent alexander arnold #federico bernardeschi #roman bürki #dele alli #jadon sancho #eric dier #leon goretzka #marco asensio #paulo dybala #jesse lingard #marcus rashford #julian draxler #john stones #kylian mbappe #antoine griezmann #ben chilwell #james maddison #hector bellerin #kepa arrizabalaga #eden hazard #ruben loftus cheek #mason mount #leroy sane #virgil van dijk #julian brandt

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TerrorMoohm: Streaming fails and Highlights

For @nicadenic, some sweet comfort terromoohm

“Alright, everything looking okay?” Ohm knew it was kind of pointless to ask, but he always wanted to make sure his viewers were seeing what he was. The Dead by Daylight menu screen was open, and Ohm’s killer was already predetermined a twitter poll he had made earlier that day.

So here he was ready to stream, mouse hovering over the Start Game button- all set with Tiny situated on his lap. “Let’s do this guys!”

And everything was going great; survivors were killed, generators destroyed and donations were coming in- luckily none asked when or if he was going to do a face reveal. 

But it seemed there was something else they were going to ask about.

“Hey, thank you gaydandelionwitch for the five dollars! Hey Ohm love the stream,” He read, barely even registering the words as he was mostly focused on the game. “The screaming in the background is kind of concerning though.” Ohm paused, a small ‘hmm’ leaving his lips. “The screaming from the game? I can change the in game audio if it’s too loud- oh, what?”

He had dozens of replies in the chat, everyone saying that it wasn’t the game- and that there were people screaming in the background of Ohm’s house. For the briefest of moments, Ohm truly forgot he had not one but two boyfriends that he lived with; he also forgot that Monday nights were Mario Kart nights. The screaming actually got louder in the small second that Ohm fell silent- and he winced at the not too familiar sound of Brock raging. 

Then a slam. Tiny fled from his lap in an instant.

The telltale crunch of a controller snapping.

His door was opened and the sound was very, very audible to everyone who was watching the stream. He got a lapful of Moo a second later, his boyfriend’s face shoved in the crook of his neck and the game long forgotten. 

“Brian is such a dick. Can we break up with him?”

The chat went absolutely wild

They actually lagged Caffeine with how fast the messages and donations were coming in with a million and a half questions- none of which were about Ohm’s face for once in his lifetime. 

The stream crashed in under a minute, leaving Ohm with an error sign and sniffling boyfriend, strong arms wrapped tight around his waist and occasionally a kiss placed to his neck. Ohm just sat, with wide eyes as his brain short circuited just like his stream had.

“Uh. I don’t think we can break up with Brian.” 

No fans listening in anymore, but Ohm was sure twitter was blowing up with this- and probably Brian’s Twitch stream too if he had to guess. He felt Brock’s pout against this face, those thick arms pulling him ever so slightly closer to his lover. The gaming chair groaned in protest.

“Why not?”

“He’s nice when he wants to be. What’d Brian do to you, huh?”

All he got in response was a mumble as the unintelligible words were muttered against his neck- and the sensation tickled more than anything. “I can’t hear you when you mumble, Brocky baby.”

“He red shelled me seven times and drove backwards to hit me.”

“Well,” Ohm shrugged as best as he could with the position he was in, jostling the hunk on his lap- but Brock really didn’t seem to mind too much. “I’d say that’s grounds for a breakup, though you might want to consider something.” 

“Mmm? What’s that, bun?”

“You kinda maybe super just outed us on stream?”

It was true- the three of them had managed to keep it under wraps from everyone including their gaming friends; not that they liked lying (or as Brian called it, withholding the truth) but Nogla was not known for keeping secrets, and Evan was just as bad if not worse with gossip. 

He regretted his words the second he said them as Brock instantly froze, the muscles tensing from where Ohm had been soothingly rubbing at his back.

“Oh no.”

“It’s Monday, I always stream, babycakes.”

“Oh my gosh, Ohm I am so so sorry-” The words were rushing out of Brock’s mouth like wildfire, apologies fast on his tongue and quick to leave- but Ohm was quick to reassure him that it was okay. 

“It would have happened sooner or later; I’m not mad, Moo, and I’m sure Brian won’t be either. Here- I’ll go yell at him, you stay right here baby.” Ohm worked out- granted, he wasn’t as built as Brock or as lean as Brian, but he could definitely pick up a boyfriend or two when he wanted or needed to. He made sure Brock was still holding on tight before he stood- grinning at the little squeak that was let out by the man. 

He waddled the both of them over to Brian’s office across the hall, humming some song or another to keep his Moo Moo calm as they burst in, mindful of the camera since the Irishman was most likely still streaming. 

Out of frame, Ohm smiled and walked into it, but kept both of their faces away from view.

“Alright honey buns, you wanna shut off the stream and come to bed with us?” Brian was all too eager- saying a quick goodbye to the guys and a promise to read the dozens of donations that had flooded his stream before everything was shut off; recordings, computers, lights and phones. The front door locked after Tiny did his nightly tinkle, the small doggo curled up at the end of the bed while they tucked Brock inbetween him. 

An Irish lilt soothed with jokes and kisses, telling their soft boyfriend that everything would be okay, that he was sorry for being so mean during Mario Kart.

“Ye didn’t fohk up, baby. Accidents happen, I’m glad we don’t have to lie anymore, Brocky.”

A Chicago twang on the other side, reassuring him that Brock was okay, they weren’t upset with him, that things would work out in the end.

“We’ll get through this together, Moo Moo. I promise.”

They got through the night with warm hands holding one another close, hushed words and declarations of love murmured in the dead of night over the soft sounds of Tiny’s little snores. 

And in the end, everything would be okay.

#terrormoohm #the ot3 of the century #banana boat #bbs #bbs fics #terrormoo #moohm #terrohm #ot3 #that gay shit #hit me with it #hurt comfort

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Waste It On Me (Chapter 5)

Fandom: BTS Pairing: BTS x Reader / Future OT7 x Reader Warnings: n/a in this chapter Genre: fluff, lil angst Summary: [Name] is a mess. A confused mess.

Notes: Here’s chapter 5 since chapter 6 has been posted on AO3! 

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Perhaps it’s the instinctive knowledge that the sun has risen or it’s the excessive body heat that draws you awake the next morning. You’re slow to even move yourself at first, reaching up to rub your eyes sleepily with a groan because your body seems to realize that it’s hot . You’re still curled up against Taehyung, your head on his shoulder as the younger boy now lays on his back. You observe Yoongi on his other side, curled up much the same way you are to Taehyung. It makes you smile at the sight before you lift your head to peer on your other side.

Jungkook had definitely shifted closer during the night, facing you as his head was practically pressed into the hoodie you still wore. A peek at the others show them snuggled together, definitely much closer than they had first been last night. It seems that you are the first awake.

You’re slow to ease yourself out of Taehyung’s grasp, keeping a careful eye on both him and Yoongi to be sure that you don’t disturb either of them. Jungkook grumbles on your other side as you scoot away from him, before quickly and quietly, crawling off of the makeshift pallet of blankets. You stand, sparing the seven a quick look to be sure they’re all still asleep before you tip-toe out of the room and down the hallway to the bathroom.

After using the bathroom and washing your hands, you also manage to brush your teeth after hunting down a fresh toothbrush in the cabinet. Finished with your task, you pause to look at your reflection in the mirror. You certainly still look ridiculous in your oversized clothes, and you desperately brush at your hair with your fingers to fix the wild mess that it has become. Satisfied you look decent enough, you start to step away, but you freeze at a sudden memory.

Kim Taehyung kissed you. You . Your breath hitches in your throat at the memory of his lips against yours, the oh-so-soft silky strands of his hair slipping through your fingers. You shiver at the memory of his lips along you neck, his voice a rumble against the shell of your ear. It couldn’t possibly be real, but you know it is; you couldn’t dream up such real touches like that. Why had he kissed you? You’d been the recipient of affectionate kisses on the cheeks or forehead by a few of the boys, but never something so...bold. They were an affectionate bunch, especially among each other, as much of the ARMY fanbase observed. It wasn’t a spur of the moment kiss; you knew Taehyung well enough that he wasn’t that impulsive. The more you mulled over it, you wondered if perhaps it was a way to comfort you; after all, you’d been in rough shape earlier and maybe he wanted to take your mind off it. He succeeded without a doubt. Yeah, that reasoning made the most sense.

That’s stupid, [Name], and you know it. You roll your eyes at yourself in the mirror. It’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Deciding you’ve stood there long enough, you turn off the bathroom light and quietly tip-toe back into the living room. While none of them have woken up, they have shifted around to fill in your vacant spot, and at the sight, you’re practically giggling to yourself as you rush towards the front door to fish your camera from your bag. You spend a few moments adjusting the settings before you slip back into the living room, taking aim and making sure you have them all within the picture before you click the button. The click echoes a little in the room, and you hold your breath when Jin grumbles and shifts against Namjoon. His eyes don’t flutter open like you’re expecting them to and you release the breath with a puff. Peering down at the memory you’d captured, you smiled fondly. Adorable.

Sighing, you wander into the kitchen to look around, debating on making the boys something to eat for breakfast. Cooking for them, however, will wake them up when they smell the food cooking. It was still fairly early and they deserved to sleep a little bit longer. With that decision made, you shuffle quickly back through the living room and towards the entryway, quickly putting your camera back in it’s bag and digging your wallet from one of the side pockets. You slip your shoes on before slipping out of the front door, closing the door behind you.

You’re leaving the dorms when you realize what you’re wearing. You curse softly, but continue on your walk to grab food and drinks. It isn’t too long of a walk, and the morning air was cool enough to make you glad you’d worn the hoodie.

It’s only when you reach your destination that you realize you forgot your phone. There goes the option of grabbing a ride on the way back, and texting one of the boys to let them know where you went to.

“Damn it.”

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Okay, so you got more than a few weird looks from your clothing. A few women even had the audacity to laugh behind their hands, but you ignore them. They wouldn't be laughing if they knew who the clothes belonged to. Actually, they would probably be glaring daggers at you and thinking of all the ways they could claw your eyes out. Yes, silence is golden, [Name]. You order a variety of food, all of it piled into two big bags to carry in one hand. In the other, you balance the drinks, including an iced coffee for yourself. You hadn’t had one for a long time, and you decided to treat yourself.

You were seriously regretting your life choices on the way back to the dorms, attempting to walk as quickly as you could without risking the pants slipping off your hips. The hoodie was long enough to cover you should the worst happen, but it wouldn’t save you from face-planting into the sidewalk once the material got tangled up on your legs. You were going to have to leave a spare pair of clothes at the dorms, apparently. You hadn’t had the good sense to wash your clothes from last night.

You’re out of breath, famished, and thirsty by the time you reach the boys’ dorm, fumbling with the door before you push it open and stepped inside, sighing in relief at the cool air that rushes to meet you. You quickly take your shoes off before shuffling down the hallway towards the kitchen, sparing only a quick glance at the blanket pallet as you pass to enter the kitchen. You set the drink holder and bags down carefully on the counter, fingers greedily snagging your iced coffee and taking a grateful sip.

“I thought you’d left.”

You startle at the voice that’s interrupted your blissful moment with your iced coffee, inhaling with a gasp, only to choke on the liquid you were trying to swallow. You cough, gasping for air just as you feel Taehyung step closer, his hand resting on your back as you finally draw air into your lungs.

“Do you need mouth-to-mouth?” It sounds innocent, but is it, really?

Oh my god. You whirl around to face him, flushing furiously and stammering for something to say. “I-I..” Part of you wishes a hole would appear in the floor and swallow you up, while the other was positively squealing at the thought of another kiss from Taehyung. Your eyes dart towards the food and drinks you’d bought, “I went and got all of us breakfast!” You’re immediately taking another long sip of your iced coffee to collect your thoughts, “I’ll wake the others.” Smooth.

You start to move past Taehyung, but he gently grabs your elbow to stop you, “About last night..”

“It’s fine, I know you didn’t mean it like...like that .” You shrug off his grip with a smile, even though your heart hurts at your words and your stomach twists, “No biggie, Tae.” You’re practically falling over yourself to put distance between you two, stumbling right into Jin. The eldest steadies you carefully, despite the half asleep look he still has. “Thanksthere’sfoodinthekitchen,” You tell him quickly, causing him to raise his eyebrows as you duck around him, intent on rousing the other boys from sleep to avoid being one-on-one for Taehyung.

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You’ve made it awkward, barely able to look at the somber expression clouding Taehyung’s face across the table during breakfast. The chatter at the table is minimal, and you swear you almost catch Jungkook almost face planting into his food. He manages to catch himself with a jerk, however. As soon as everyone is done and throwing away their empty or almost empty plates (Or in your case, half-eaten plate), you’ve decided that it’s your cue to leave. You need to take a shower, change your clothes, clean your apartment, drown yourself in some wine...something to keep yourself busy.

“I’m going to head back home,” You announce, fingers tugging nervously on the bottom of the hoodie, “I need to change my clothes and run some errands.”

“Do you have to, [Name]-ah?”

“You’re welcome to come back when you get finished,”

“Yeah! Another movie night! Or we can play board games! Or Mario Kart!”

You smile at Namjoon and Jungkook, shifting from one foot to the other. “Um, I’ll see if I can make it back over here later. If not, I’ll let you know and we can raincheck?” The words make you feel guilty for already deciding that you’re going to come up with an excuse not to come over tonight.

Jungkook looks crestfallen, but he eventually nods with a smile. You smile back before leaving the kitchen to hunt down your clothes from last night to take them home with you to wash. Your departure causes you to miss the meaningful looks the other six members give each other.

Clothes bundled in your arms, you quickly duck back past the kitchen towards the front door. You had plans to say goodbye, but the sound of hushed whispers make you awkwardly dart past the kitchen. You almost pause at the sound of hushed whispers, but you decide that it’s none of your business, and you shouldn’t eavesdrop. You find your shoes where you left them earlier, bending down to slip them on before turning and grabbing your camera bag, settling the strap on you shoulder. You take a moment to fish your phone out (internally wincing at the low battery) before quickly calling yourself an Uber. It’s much too far to walk to your apartment.

“I’ll walk you out, [Name],” Namjoon appears in the doorway, his dimpled smile bright and happy.

“You don’t have to,” You tell him, but when he refuses to budge, you smile and nod, “Okay.”

You both walk side-by-side in silence until you’re outside the dorms. You turn to look up at him, “Thanks, Joonie.” You tell him, glancing around to see if you can spot your Uber. Nope, nada.

“Are you alright?” Namjoon inquires after a few moments of silence.

“Yes,” You answer him, “I...Thank you for last night. I don’t think I ever said thank you to all of you cheering me up. I appreciate it. Oh, and I’ll bring these clothes back sometime.”

He nods in acknowledgement, “You’re welcome any time, you know that right? You can talk to us.”

He’s going to make you cry. You nod quickly, turning away from him slightly to focus on anything else, “I know, Namjoon-ah.” You’re stepping away from him at the sight of your Uber pulling up, pausing only when he says your name.

“Come with us to practice on Monday.” Namjoon tilts his head, and you know he’s not exactly asking, “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“Are you sure that’s okay? I don’t want you to get in trouble,” You glance to the car before shuffling forwards again, grabbing the door handle in an effort to stall the Uber for a few more seconds.

“Don’t worry about that,” He answers, waving a hand as if to ward off your worries, “Just think about, okay?”

You stare at him for what seems like minutes before the Uber driver clears his throat to get you back to reality. “Yeah...yeah, I’ll think about it. Bye, Joonie.”

You duck yourself into the Uber, barely getting the door closed before the driver is pulling away from the curb. You sigh deeply before you twist slightly in your seat to look back at Namjoon, watching his figure get smaller and smaller until you can’t see him any longer.

Turning back around, you lean your head back with another sigh. You can’t help but feel you’d just made a bigger mess of things.

Why’d Taehyung have to kiss you?

#bts #*mine #bangtan sonyeondan #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts x reader #my writing #ot7 x reader #poly!bts x reader #bts fanfiction #wiom fic

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Chapter 13: I'm sad because I'm depressed and I'm depressed because I'm sad.

In which Sans remembers why he doesn’t talk about his feelings anymore.

*Sans's POV*

"Do you, by any instance, have suicidal thoughts?"

"i... not that often"

"But you have?"

"i would be lying if i say no"

Papyrus asked (Y/N) yesterday God-knows-what and he ended up knowing what a psychiatrist and a psychologist are, and here I am, talking with a psychiatrist. My brother said that it would be better if I had a new treatment started by a professional on the topic and not by a random monster that calls itself a doctor. Considering that in the Underground we only had general doctors, it was difficult to talk about these matters and get the help needed. Therefore, this seemed like a better option.

Papy spent the night (and this morning) looking for the best option to me, considering that discrimination it's still present. And so he went, asking multiple people if they were open to listen a depressing skeleton being depressed (he obviously didn't say it that way... I think). And so he finally found someone willing to help me, and we head off as soon as possible (hell, we didn't even eat... should I say I'm hungry?)

"Do you have a specific plan to commit suicide, Sans?"

"uh... no?"

"YOU DON'T SOUND SO SURE, BROTHER"

"it's just... i haven't thought about it that deeply. i just sometimes think that i want to disappear and that's it. no idea how, no idea when. just disappear.

"I see..."

The old man went over his little notebook and wrote something down. He was bald and had a white beard almost as pale as my skull, and had a sternum and serious look behind his rectangular glasses. He would be intimidating... if he wasn't a psychiatrist willing to help a monster. How bad could this man possibly be?

"Sans, do you sleep well? And I mean at nights"

"no, sir. i haven't been sleeping well since last year. i mean, i can easily fall asleep, but it's difficult to me to stay that way."

"I see, do you nap at day?"

"heh, a lot if you ask my brother"

"Ok..."

I freaked out for a moment, returning to an odd silence only filled by the sound of his pen writing down my weirdness. I became nervous, not knowing what he was going to ask next. But, honestly, I've been kind of unused to these unpredictable events the Surface has to bring. I was used to hearing the same dialogues and to say the same jokes, but know... everything it's fresh and new. It's scary, but quite a reliever.

"Ok Sans, do you by any chance have any specific dreams or nightmares?"

I froze and cough out the water I was drinking in shock. A quick flashback of the "Genocide Run" went all over my mind, the part of my brother dying repeating itself horribly. The empty look of that kid, the Judgement Hall being my new space... the kid giving up and resetting in front of my eyes, not before giving me a vengeful look.

"Sans? It's okay if you don't want to talk about it yet, but I need to know..."

I sighed, knowing that it was for the best. If I want to enjoy the future, I have to get rid of this fucking trauma.

"i... i do have specific dreams, sir. nightmares, actually. i... i don't want to mention them right now"

Papyrus let out a sigh in disappointment and I gave him a weak smile. I know he always wanted to know what's on my mind... but I just couldn't tell him at that moment. He smiled back to me, making me feel less pressured.

"Don't worry, Sans. We'll go step by step, no need to run all over the details. Still, the fact that you've been having constant nightmares of the same topic it's quite alarming, that's why I needed to know"

He then picked a piece of paper and scribbled some things down.

"This is for the drug store..."

He picked another one, not before drawing a small asterisk on the top.

"And this one is for you"

He then gave me the two pieces of paper and I glanced over them with Papyrus, curious about the medicines.

"In order to deal with your depression, Sans, you'll take a pill of Prozac (or fluoxetine) every morning, okay? I'll determine later for how much time"

We nodded, then glanced again at the paper, reading the next medicament.

"For your insomnia, Sans, you'll take a pill Restoril (or temazepam) every night before going to sleep. This is one of the best pills to not only falling asleep but also keeping you that way"

Before I could even nod, I noticed an uneasy look in the doc's face. I raised an... eyebrow, startling him for a second.

"I'm sorry" he stated, then sighed.

"IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG, DOCTOR?"

"Nothing it's just... the fact that Sans is having constant nightmares worries me. Do you also have constant flashbacks of said events?"

I slowly nodded, and his face got worst.

"DOCTOR? IS IT REALLY THAT BAD?"

"No, it's just... it breaks my heart to know that the Underground may not have been a better place than the Surface"

A better place?

"what do you mean, sir?"

"..."

He just sighed and gave me an apologetic smile, trying his best not to break down. I noticed he was on the edge of tears, and I felt panic running all over my body.

"Sans, there's a high chance you have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or for short, PTSD"

"PTSD?"

"Yes, it's kind of a serious condition to deal with. It shows that Sans had a really traumatic event in his life, and it may seem impossible for him to have a normal life with all the fear he gained from that moment. Or am I wrong, Sans?"

I shook my head, and he gave me a sad smile. Just as he said, just as it is. I never thought it would be that serious, though.

"You'll take Zoloft (or sertraline) for that, Sans... but I also recommend you to go to a psychologist. I can directly put you an appointment with a friend of mine if that's what you want. What do you say? He'll be more than open to hearing your case"

Papyrus nodded excitedly, while I was not too sure. I felt like my normal balance would break down if I started to go to therapy... but then I looked to Papyrus again. I don't want him all worried about me, I want him to have a normal life. And for that, I also need to form a normal life myself.

"sure, may we have the address?"

"Sure, I'll give you an e-mail with it"

We gave the doctor a quick goodbye and a thank you, then head off to our home. I insisted to Papyrus that we could eat something first and relax, then go to the drug store. He groaned slightly and muttered a "lazybones" but took my offer.

When we arrived, though...

"Hello, my children! Where were you?"

Oh fuck.

I glanced over the living room and saw our small group of friends gathered cozily, including an almost smashed (Y/N), an annoying flower screaming, a suspiciously staring father, and more!

...I gulped, knowing I could never say the truth. (Y/N) is a new person in my life, the flower is a bitch, my father is another bitch, Undyne doesn't take anything seriously, Alphys takes everything seriously, Frisk is a dirty betrayer, Toriel worries too much, Asgore would go and make everyone check themselves with the therapist, Mettaton would go and check himself with a therapist, Napstablook would feel all sorry, and Arial would be highly disappointed.

...

Saying the truth sounds pretty awful at this point.

"OH, WE WERE AT THE DOCTOR, MOTHER!"

Oh crap

Papyrus seemed to notice my signal of begging help and came to the rescue immediately, never mentioning anything about a psychiatrist.

"SANS, BEING ALL STUPID, GOT SOMETHING STUCK IN HIS CHEST AGAIN!"

Ouch.

"yep. guess i need some spare ribs at this point, huh?"

Everyone groaned and so I successfully got away from the problem. I tried my best to keep my cool, but I easily spaced out a couple of times and ended up startling myself. They were doing rounds in Super Mario Bros., and (Y/N) seemed to be an expert on it, considering she was on World 6.

"Oh c' mon, when are you going to die?!" Flowey annoyingly exclaimed, foreshadowing a bit. I almost smacked him over before I saw Toriel's face, then I lost myself again on the videogame.

(Y/N) continued playing until arriving at the final castle. Surprising, to say the least. Everyone else was getting enthusiastic about her defeat, but it never happened. Instead, (Y/N) went to play all over again, making everyone groan.

"Oh my God, let us play as well!" Undyne roared, giving a death glare to the older human.

"You said you wanted me to prove how good I am..." She innocently answered, putting the controller aside.

"Ok, you've already proven yourself. Now, please, give us a chance this time" Frisk sighed in defeat, feeling vulnerable and probably fooled.

"Ok!" (Y/N) cheerily got up from the couch, then waved at Papyrus and me "Hi guys! Anything serious happened?"

Shit.

"IT'S NOTHING THAT CAN'T BE HANDLED, HUMAN!"

"I'm glad, how do you feel Sans?" She looked at me worried and made me feel like the worst person on Earth.

A huge part of me wanted to say the truth and confess my problems at that moment, but that was me feeling horrible. I always hated lying, but that's what my life has come to. At this point, I can barely feel sorry for lying...

Except on this topic.

I've always been sensitive with this stuff, and that's how Papyrus ended up knowing. It has become something really messed up that I want to let all the people I care about that I'm not okay. I want them to help me feel complete again. To feel safe. To have hope.

"Sans?"

"HUMAN... SANS... IS IT OKAY FOR YOU IF I TELL HER WHAT'S GOING ON? I TOLD HER SOME THINGS YESTERDAY AND SHE WAS REALLY COMPREHENSIBLE. BESIDES, MAYBE SHE CAN HELP US MORE WITH THE SUBJECT!"

I glanced over her, and she gave me a small and recomforting smile. Out of all the people, I never knew she would be one of those who know what's going on.

"If you don't want me to, Sans, I understand. Just know I'm here to support all of you, ok? And don't take that as an associate... but as a friend. I'm more than willing to help you out in any way I can... but that depends on you"

A deep pain went all over my soul, but then I nodded. If she was so understanding as Papyrus said she was when she heard what problem I have... maybe telling her a bit of detail won't hurt.

"we'll tell ya later, ok? now it's a little bit crowded"

"I understand, thanks for trusting me"

"thanks to you, kiddo"

Thanks to you...

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*Your POV*

It was a while after the small gathering ended, everyone having to go earlier than expected. I already attended my work-hunting business and find a convincing and small company. I sent them an e-mail, and so I'm waiting for them to text me back. But for now, more important things were on my head.

I feel really sorry about Sans's case, and how desperate Papyrus seemed yesterday when he told all about it. I suffer from some things as well, and I know it isn't easy. It's never easy to deal with yourself...

"HUMAN, SANS, SHALL WE DISCUSS NOW OUR LITTLE SECRET?"

Sans chuckled a bit and I nodded, preparing myself from what I was about to hear.

"OK, SO... YOU REMEMBER THE TALK WE HAD YESTERDAY, RIGHT HUMAN?!"

I nodded again, and he smiled and reassured his brother that he was in good hands. I giggled softly, and the short skeleton just scratched the back of his head out in embarrassment.

"I FOLLOWED YOUR ADVICE, AND I TOOK SANS TO THE MOST ACCESSIBLE PSYCHIATRIST I COULD!"

I smiled, glad that Sans accepted any help.

"What did the doctor diagnosed you, Sans?" I asked, hoping he would be the one answering me this time. After all, this is Sans's main problem, not Papyrus's. He tensed up a little but quickly relaxed as he remembered the presence of his brother there. He took enough courage silently, then spoke with that characteristic deep voice of his.

"depression, insomnia, and... well, something called ptsd, which is-"

"PTSD?!" I interrupted abruptly, not believing what my ears just heard. Sans having depression is hard to admit, but PTSD? Oh lord, what has this poor guy endured in his young life?

"uh... yeah, i... eh..."

Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap.

"Nonono, don't think that way, Sans. It's just... a bit surprising, coming for you. I never expected you to have such a problem, but I guess appearance is quite a bi... beach."

"BEACH?"

"Uh, yeah..." Please come with a good excuse, (Y/N) "You know, beaches may be all pretty on the photos, but the dangerous creatures and natural phenomenons they bring show that they are not that perfect. I guess that's the same for Sans. He easily can go on and hide perfectly with jokes and laughs, but that doesn't mean he's that careless nor happy on the inside... sorry for putting you that way, Sans"

"it's okay kid, i think i get it" he jokingly winked at me, noticing what I was going to say at first. I sighed, feeling pretty stupid at this point.

"Anyways... what has the doctor prescribed you, Sans?"

"this thing called 'prozac', another one called 'restoril' and the last one being 'zoloft'..."

Huh, I have all of those at home.

Maybe I can give him some, considering I have a ton of them...

"HUMAN! SANS MAY BE ON TREATMENT AND ALL, BUT I DON'T WANT YOU TO THINK LESS OF HIM! HE'S AN EXCELLENT MONSTER, EVEN IF HE'S WAY TOO LAZY, BUT HE'S A GOOD BROTHER!"

I saw a slight hint of blue hue spread all over Sans's cheekbones, and I assumed it was blush. I smiled softly, knowing that would be the kind of brothership I would want. Instead, I had the goddamn curse to have no brothers or sisters, and here I am. Alone.

"I would never think less of anyone by this reason, Papyrus" Then I came up with a wild idea, but that mind instantly approved. My smile grew bigger, and I continued "Actually, now that you're confessing me something quite touchy... I guess I should do the same. It may help you to feel a bit more comfortable, Sans"

He raised an eyebrow and I returned to my soft and small smile, preparing myself...

Now that I was thinking about it, it was a bad idea. It was a bad idea to show my weak points, to show my problems, and to show how vulnerable I actually am. But that didn't stop me. And it will never do.

"I... besides from dealing with, well, anxiety, I also suffer from depression..." His eyes widened and tensed up, staring at me with the same shock I felt when he mentioned PTSD. I continued "I have insomnia as well, and... a psychiatrist said I probably had PTSD, considering some constant dreams I have..."

"i... how?"

What?

"i mean, how can you have all those things and still want to help others instead of yourself?"

I stared at him, dumbfounded. Then I sighed with a smile on my face, trying to feel as confident as I could.

"Making others happy is what makes me happy, Sans. And that's what I need the most..."

"To be happy"

#sans x reader #sansxreader #more than i thought fanfiction #more than i thought #chapter 13 #sans #x reader #undertale

[purplesurveys]

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Is there someone in your life you know you'd be better without? I think so. I wouldn’t for sure, though – I don’t know what it’s like without them just yet. For now, I just *think* it would better. Have you ever witnessed abuse in your friend's family? Yes. She narrated everything to me herself. She seems to be in a better place nowadays, which I’m happy about. Do you ditch school a lot? I used to in my early years in college. I’ve since felt guilty about that and never cut classes now as a result, unless I absolutely need a sanity break. What do you like about your display picture? I had just had my hair trimmed and was feeling pretty cute that day, so naturally I thought a bunch of selfies in the car was the right thing to do haha. Do you get criticized because of your body? Not much; admittedly, people don’t really criticize you much when you’re on the skinny side. My mom does tell me from time to time that I’ve been gaining weight, but I don’t mind it since it really is kind of my goal to put on a few pounds.

How much did you weigh when you were born? I was like five-ish pounds maybe? Not sure; I’d have to check my baby album to be certain. Did you kiss the last person you called? I have. When was the last time you danced? Not sure, I hate dancing and don’t really do it a lot. Maybe during my Paramore show last year? When was the last time you jumped on a trampoline? 1st or 2nd grade. My old friend, Katreen used to have a trampoline at their house and when I would use to visit them every Friday, I liked jumping on it. Do you keep in mind of other people's feelings? Yeah, always. Are any of your friends pregnant? Man, I never know. I have several batchmates from high school who’ve already got kids and no one had any idea they were even pregnant. Another one may have a baby on the way and I wouldn’t even be surprised anymore. If you have a hang nail do you pull it or clip it? I wait for it to just fall off by itself. Who do you want to forget? No whos. I want to forget the last two weeks. I want our Nach back so bad. Who was the last person to send you a letter? Probs some org in my email that sent a partnership proposal for their event. How much money is in your wallet? A little above P2,000 or around $40. When's the last time you did laundry? How far have you gotten with the book you are reading? Haven’t been reading anything. I’ve since returned the last book I borrowed, History of the Filipino People, back to our library. Who did you last tell to shut up? I don’t like speaking to anybody like that. What's the last thing that you smelt that smelt bad? A few days ago I faintly smelled cat pee when I entered my college’s building. Who were you with last night? I was by myself doing my readings the same way I did tonight. What's your favorite book at the moment? No favorites. Haven’t got the time to read. What's your favorite cereal? Cookie Crisps, alwayssssss. How do you feel when people lead you on, but they don't even like you? Idk, I’ve never experienced this. Could you live without sunlight? I think I could. I really hate the sun and bright weather and feeling hot lmao. What's something you know is bad but you want to do it anyway? Abandon all my readings and just watch YouTube videos all day. Oh and spend all my money on nice food hahahaha What was the last thing you lied about? That I was doing okay. Who is your number 2 speedial? Do you regret anything you've done in the past week? Driving over a huuuuuge pothole last Friday morning. I was going too fast so I couldn’t swerve at the last second. Car was shook up pretty bad, but she’s a fighter and didn’t die on me. What was the last movie you bought? Not too sure about ‘bought,’ but the last movie I watched in full was Hello, Love, Goodbye. What is a sport you would like to do? Table tennis. I never did get to play a game with N, who was the only other person I knew that actually played the sport. That’s another big regret. When was the last time you felt like crying? Right now. Have you ever wanted to kill someone? I’ve felt hatred to that level, but I was never serious enough to obsess over it or actually make plans or anything like that. What was the last song you listened to that wasn't sung in English? Buwan by juan karlos. What did you last draw? I don’t draw a lot. What tv show would you like to be on? Those that have hosts trying out street food everywhere would be nice. If you could choose a pokemon, who would you pick? idk I don’t feel like picking one at the moment. Is Chuck Norris really as great as he seems? I guess he is from what I saw in 2010 9GAG posts lmao but I’ve never actually seen any of his works. What was the last video game you played? Does Mario Kart Tour count? I’m not a big video gamer. Have you ever been in a musical? I’ve been in school productions, but always just as a part of a big singing group. Do you follow your own style or everyone else's? I’ve developed my own over the last few years. What's the last store you bought from? Does Starbucks count? Who is your true best friend? Gabie. Do people use you a lot? No, because I don’t let them. What are you doing two days from now? I’ll just be in school that day. I’d probably be practicing for my report scheduled for Wednesday. Are there any teachers at your school that dislike you? In high school? Definitely. I didn’t like the rigidity of the place and tbh barely adhered to the rules, so I won’t be surprised if I caught the ire of several teachers.  What turns you on? Typically I’d answer this, but depression is kicking in and I am missing Nacho and this isn’t a good time to answer the question. Did you ever believe there were monsters in your closet? No. Do you let random people sign your yearbook? Noooo. Yearbooks are so expensive; I wouldn’t let anybody scribble on mine. Would you adopt a child that had a mental illness? I wouldn’t mind having a kid that ended up being mentally ill; but I don’t plan on adopting in general. Does thinking about death scare you? No. If you died, would you go to heaven or hell? Ugh. Do you lick envelopes or tape them shut? I staple them shut. Do you care what people say or think about you? Only if it comes from people I care about, or consider as friends. Have you ever had surgery? No, and I hope I never have one.   Have you ever been threatened? In various ways, sure. Which side of your family do you get most of your qualities from? MOM’s. Definitely. What was the last thing you drank? Caramel macchiato that’s since grown stale. Have you ever kept a relationship a secret? For a few weeks. Gab and I rekindled our relationship in the last few weeks of high school, and seeing as we were in a conservative, Catholic, all-girls school, we had to be extremely careful because being found out could cost us our diplomas. The night we graduated we shared our relationship on Twitter. How much do you weigh? Idk, somewhere in the 90s. How much do you want to weigh? I’d like to weigh 10 pounds heavier, at most. Who's the last person you called a creeper? This Singaporean guy who hit on Gabie through Messenger after her trip to the country hahaha What street do you live on? What is a quote that you love? “When is a good time to be marupok?”

#survey #surveys

[constellation-suggestions]

huge life update..!!

hey everyone !! so as you’ve seen, we’ve been slowly returning to this blog. we’re so sorry for kind of abandoning it in the past few months, it wasn’t on purpose and we never really meant to do it. there was no “let’s take a hiatus” decision, we did want to keep running the blog but a lot has been going on and life has been really distracting !! soooo much has happened with us, and we can’t wait to tell you all about what we’ve been up to !!

we left off telling you about our month-long first meeting. ruby lived in california while i lived in canada, and we met online through pokemon. at the very beginning of april, after almost a year of dating, ruby flew over to canada and we met for the first time. we spent an amazing month together and did so many fun things before she had to leave at the end of april, just a few days before our one year anniversary. it was a very tearful goodbye as being together in real life had been so wonderful that we really dreaded going back to being long distance. this is the part you’ve already known. oh how things have changed...

it was only a short two months before we saw each other again. we spent may and june apart, but then, at the very end of june, i was the one who flew to california. like ruby in april, it was my first time going through an airport and on an airplane all by myself !!! i was extremely nervous to do it but after it had happened, it wasn’t neaaarly as bad as i thought it would be. the flight itself was disappointingly extremely boring and i couldn’t wait for it to be over. i absolutely love looking out the window but the woman in the window seat beside me, as well as apparently every single person around me, kept the windows closed the entire flight ! ! ! ! and oh god that woman... i couldn’t text ruby throughout the flight so i wrote down the hilarious things she said so that i could tell her them later. i won’t say what they were right now because i don’t want a huge portion of this life update to just be about her but dear god ... if anyone wants to know what happened with her, feel free to send an ask about it and i will most gladly tell c; let’s just say... i named her melania trump ...

ruby and i had no idea that we would see each other again so soon. when we parted at the end of april, we had no clue for how long it would be. we hoped we would be lucky enough to see each other again around christmas, because we knew we really wanted to spend that together. and we ended up being even luckier than that ! we did lots of fun things in california; went swimming in ruby’s pool (i don’t have a pool so this was exciting to me okay !), went to a fair on the fourth of july where we saw a rodeo and amazing fireworks, we drove 10 hours to arizona !!!, where we camped for a few days in The Wilderness, and we had never seen so many stars in our lives. the town of sedona and the mountains in arizona were so extremely beautiful and breathtaking. we went to san pedro and santa monica pier... sedona and santa monica were my two favourite places, especially santa monica. they were both so extremely beautiful. the stars in sedona and the sunset on santa monica beach... in california we also discovered ubereats. i mean, we’d always known it existed, but they had only just started making deliveries where ruby lived, and we don’t have it where i live in canada, so we had never used it before. we ordered it once and then...got addicted. we ordered quite a few “feasts” every few days where we would buy enough food that it looked as though it were for a party, but it was just the two of us. relationship goals though, am i right ? i loved our feasts ! we also walked around hollywood, of course, which i’d really wanted to see. i got a lot of fun souvenirs ! and we saw the hollywood sign !! that about ended my time in california... or i should say, OUR time.

that’s right, when i returned to canada at the end of july, after spending one month in california, ruby came with me. it was my dad’s idea, that she should come for another visit and experience summer in canada, since when she was here in april it was still winter and way too cold to do certain things. we had her ticket to canada bought before i even left for california !

we missed our flight. we might’ve left the house a tiny bit too late, and then there was traffic on the way to the airport. once we got there, there was technically still time. our plane hadn’t left off yet and we knew that planes never left exactly on time anyway. if we hurried through security we could probably still.... but they wouldn’t let us !!! immediately at check in they told us that we could no longer check in for this flight. it was too late. we had to be there at least an hour before departure. even though we probably could have made it, they said no... but they told us they could put us on the next flight. which was at 6pm. IT WASN’T EVEN NOON YET. ruby’s parents had already left us at the airport, we couldn’t sit there until 6pm !!!! PLUS, my parents had already driven 2 hours to toronto for us at this point, doing some shopping before they expected to pick us up at the airport at 7pm canadian time. like this, we wouldn’t even BOARD OUR PLANE until 9pm their time !!!! WE WOULD ARRIVE IN CANADA NOT AT 7PM, BUT AT PAST 2AM. this could NOT happen. my parents, with my little siblings with them as well, could not wait for us until 2am. there had to be a sooner flight. there had to be. AND LUCKILY, THERE WAS. they said that they could squeeze us onto a flight that left just an hour after our original flight. we would only arrive in canada slightly late. thank god. we also extremely luckily got seats together. our seats weren’t assigned until we were waiting for the plane to begin boarding. the man at the desk said that unfortunately, they didn’t have any seats left together, as he started printing our boarding passes... but he didn’t even finish saying it before he cut himself off, seeing that they DID have a seat together, and printed our new tickets, next to each other. finally everything was set !!! we had a much better flight together than i did when i flew to california. i got the window seat and got to look out the window all i wanted !!! we also watched ratatouille on the plane. because of delays, we didn’t get there until 10pm canadian time. it was nice seeing my family again after a whole month away. and then was the long drive home... we got to my house near 1am. AND I GOT TO SEE MY CATS. i had been away from them for so long !!!!!!! 

so began our next month in canada. it was august, and we tried to do as many fun things together as we could. just a few days after we returned to canada, my family left for the long weekend to the state of new york. so we had the house to ourselves ! my siblings are... extremely loud and annoying. whenever they’re home, we try to stick to my room because there are no words for how horrible they are. so we were very glad to have the house to ourselves for once and took the opportunity to cook some tasty food together ! we made several good breakfasts and we even cooked two batches of meringues, which were really good. during the rest of august, we went swimming at the beach (where we had taken a walk back in april and i died from how freezing it was back then), shopped at my favourite mall, watched the incredibles 2 at the theatre, went to the african lion safari where we saw many animals such as elephants, zebras, giraffes, lions, and more, and we bought ruby a (very cheap) nintendo switch !!! she had been wanting one for literally EVER but had no money to get one. she was always really upset that she may never get one, especially with lots of games coming out that she wanted. so i helped her get one and she was so happy !!! we also both played my most favourite game in the world, together on our switches, when we saw that it had been released for switch: okami hd !!!! we have actually yet to finish it but we are very close to the end.... it’s such a good game and ruby really loves it ! i’ve wanted her to play it forever ! we also got mario kart 8 for switch, which has been a lot of fun to play together, we went to niagara on the lake, where we tried beavertails and poutine for the first time, but then when we had barely ate some of the poutine a TINY gust of wind somehow managed to blow it off our table and spill it all over the ground >:( we were so depressed !!!!!!  we also went on a horse carriage ride ! and tried costco fries ! (costco’s in the US don’t sell fries in their cafe area and i have always really loved them and wanted ruby to try them... on the other hand american costco’s sell chicken bakes which are SO good and canadian costco’s don’t D’: i will miss them..) and we had campfires again !! just like back in april !! ruby has also helped me find homes for 5 stray kittens/cats that lived outside my house. they were a big problem, always having kittens and sadly suffering during the winter when it was freezing and there was little food. we were finally able to help the last of them !!! that makes over 20 strays that i’ve found homes for ! however... there were actually 6 cats. the last was a black cat named pepper. i loved her a lot but she was very sick. a rescue did take her along with the other adult stray and had her treated and fixed !!! but they couldn’t find a home for her... so they ended up returning her a month later and... we ended up taking her in just a few days ago !!! pepper is now mine !! i have 6 cats now hehehe... so that makes for our time in canada.

you may be thinking to yourself: but you said you spent the month of august together. it’s been more than a month. you both adopted pepper just the other day, and it’s october now. well... that would be right ! ruby is still here. SHE IS STAYING HERE.

YES. YES. YES. RUBY IS IN CANADA AND NOT LEAVING. so a few weeks into august, i asked my dad for advice on what the heck we’re supposed to do for ruby to begin immigrating to canada. he said well why wait ? there’s no better time to start than right now. we were ecstatic and in disbelief. we wouldn’t have to say goodbye again. ruby was not going back to california. so it was still august when we cancelled ruby’s flight and began preparing for her move. she couldn’t go back for her stuff in california because well... it would be weird and suspicious if she spent a whole month in canada, went back to california for like a week, and then returned with a ton of stuff. what would she even tell as her reason for returning to canada at airport security this time ? yeah... we thought it would be best if she didn’t leave the country. instead, her mom is going to be mailing several packages of ruby’s belongings over. but don’t worry, we’re not secretly keeping her here illegally. my family has immigrated illegally to canada and ruby’s illegally to the US, so we know all of the trouble that causes and want to avoid that. she is technically still a visitor. americans are allowed to visit canada for 6 months per year, every year, so she can be here no problem until the end of january 2019. so we have until then to figure out something more to keep her here longer. we are planning to begin college together, and that way she can get a study permit and a work permit for the length of the program (likely around 18 months). in those 18 months we would then make progress toward keeping her here after graduation, such as having her apply for a permanent residency. it’s hard but i’m sure everything will work out !

however, we are... extremely stressed out at the moment. the problem is, we have no money. we need thousands to pay for college. we need jobs to get money. ruby can’t even get a job yet, as she has no work permit. also, neither of us have driver’s licenses, though we are working to get them. and she cannot get a work permit until she has a study permit. but to get the study permit we have to have a way to pay for school---- you see the problem.

we want to go to college for video game design and development. we both have a huge love and passion for video games and would love to be the ones creating them. we already have plenty ideas for games that we want to create one day. (because of me tbh,.. every little thing gives me a new idea !) the first school i thought of was the toronto film school. so one day we simply requested more information from them, so we could learn more about what the school and the program were like. the admissions adviser called us pretty much immediately and was super nice. we talked to him a lot over the course of several days, and were very excited to apply for this school. however... we hadn’t fully thought things through just yet. looking back on it now, he kind of pressured us a little bit, urging us to apply right away so that we could be accepted and start at the school in january 2019. he said that the school would help us find an apartment in toronto and everything. toronto is 2 hours away so of course we’d have to move out to attend this school. now, filling out an application isn’t the bad thing. neither were the short essays we had to write along with the application. i don’t mind applying and even being accepted to this school. what i mind is the price, after realizing that toronto may not be the best idea. the application had a $100 fee, each, and we are extremely extremely extremely broke. but we paid it. they urged us to, made us feel like we had to apply right at that moment and that everything would work out. within just like, 4 or 5 days honestly, of simply requesting some more information about the school, we had applied and paid a non-refundable $200 together. and just a few days after that.... we truly realized how bad of an idea it was. we hadn’t even glanced at other schools to see what our options were. i did mention our worries about money to our admissions adviser for toronto film school, telling him that i have no idea how we are going to pay for all of this and that we may just have to apply for another school--- he brushed me off very quickly. didn’t even consider the option and just told me that everything would be fine and we would find a way to pay for the school and that we should apply as soon as possible so that our spots for january could be saved. he pushed me to apply, and i feel stupid for doing so now. i regret it. if it had just been a written application and all free it would all be fine but what i regret is the two of us losing $200 when we have nothing. we could have used that money to apply for a different school or pay the fee for our driver’s license test and now we have nothing. i am salty about that. i kind of feel scammed. i wish we could get our money back but i’m certain there really is no way... it’s non-refundable. sighs... the issue is, toronto is SO expensive. the school tuition would have been $33,000 each, and we thought we were soooo lucky because they told us ruby wouldn’t have to pay an extra 10k in international fees and instead get the same 33k as me. toronto, being an enormous city, gives you the shittiest, tiniest apartments, for so much money. rent would have been about $1,200 a month for an 18 month program. we were easily looking at about $88,000 that we would have to pay together. god, i am only just realizing just how much that would have been. and that is ONLY for our schooling and housing, not including other utilities and things like food. where would we, jobless as we currently are, GET 88 THOUSAND DOLLARS ??? pluuus, fafsa (american college aid) does not support the toronto film school. however osap (canadian college aid) does. i would have gotten some help for my tuition but ruby, the one who needs the help the most, being in a foreign country with no money and unable to get a job yet, would receive NOTHING. apparently fafsa hardly gives you anything anyways... but something is obviously better than nothing, and she would get nothing.

so toronto film school was a bad idea. i regret spending that $200 application fee. even if we get accepted, i hardly doubt it’s going to happen. i don’t think i want it to happen anymore. the costs scare me too much. we would struggle too much. it would be impossible.

on the bright side, i suppose, we are now considering a better school option. (though that doesn’t make the extreme stress go away, of course. we are still extremely broke). there is a school 40 minutes from my house called the university of western ontario. it’s closer by, so the location is much better and we’d be able to visit home much more often. housing would also be so, so much cheaper. the apartments there are not only much better quality, but larger, and cheaper. i visited an apartment building just today that is literally directly across the street from my favourite mall and a 5 minute walk from the university. it is the perfect location and i’m kind of in love with it. the tuition itself is likely much cheaper as well. i have not requested any information from this school yet so i have no idea how much exactly a video game program would cost, but when i quickly googled the general cost of this school, it told me that it is 8k for canadian students and 24k for international students. yep, international fees, which the toronto film school apparently didn’t have. it’s not very fair that i have to pay only 8k possibly while ruby has to pay 24k, but 24k is still much cheaper than 33k. that is nine thousand dollars we would save. PLUS, fafsa actually supports this university. we highly hope that they would give ruby a decent amount of money, though she says they hardly help at all. they gave her only a few hundred when she applied to a californian college once that she didn’t end up attending, and her sister actually started college extremely recently and they gave her absolutely nothing. so... there’s a chance they won’t help much. there’s also a chance that since she’s going to school in a whole other country rather than in the US, they might give her more for that. but we have no idea how much they might give her until she applies for it. we can only hope that it’s a good amount. though... any little bit helps. at least at this university she will get something.

so the university of western ontario sounds heaven sent. just one problem. they might not have a video game program. and we reaaally want to go into video game development.... it took me two years to decide what career i wanted in life because none of them bring me happiness !!!!! i don’t want to miss out on this one now that i finally decided on it !!!! but there is still hope. western university does list a video game program on their website, they just say that it is currently closed. however i have seen articles published in just 2017 about how western is “one of the best schools for video game development”. i wonder, if it’s so great and those articles were posted just last year, how can they have the program unavailable ! what i am hoping is that they only mean it is unavailable for the current year, which would make sense. the school year just started, it is too late too apply. but we weren’t planning on attending until 2019. perhaps, perhaaaaps... they do still have the program and it will be open again in 2019, when we wanted to attend ? however i cannot confirm this until i contact the school, which i will do soon... i really hope this is the case. if western university offered video game design and had all of these other perks, it would be literally perfect.

(but we are still very poor and very stressed out and afraid)

currently, we need to finish getting our driver’s licenses. we, especially ruby, need $150 each just to do the test... then i need to get a job. and ruby needs to get accepted into a school so she can get a study permit and work permit and she can get a job. and then we have to purchase (yes purchase, not rent, my dad claims it’s the better option) an apartment, move out, and juggle school, work, and life all at the same time, while also working to make ruby a canadian citizen. phew ! ! !

ruby has considered making a gofundme and i think that we will do it soon... i don’t know if anyone would donate, they didn’t when i tried to make a gofundme a few years ago when my dog had cancer. but we can hope. any bit that any one would donate would help us with something. so i think that we will do it. we’ll probably post the link on here once we have it, in case any of you would be able to, and be kind enough to, help us out ;w; how does that sound...? does anyone here think they would be able to donate something once we have that link..? we are wondering whether we can expect to get any sort of help from here ;w; ... apart from that and getting jobs, i’m not sure how we can make some extra money... we will need as much of it as we can get if we want to make it through this without struggling terribly. i wish either of us were particularly good at something to sell on etsy or commissions or... i don’t know. i don’t know what else we can do.

anyway, that leaves us where we are now ! we have a lot on us that we need to accomplish but.. we will try to get through it. we will get through it. together. because i still can’t believe she’s here. i can’t believe this is happening. that we never have to say goodbye and we can begin work on keeping her here forever. it’s an amazing, amazing thing, but it has its difficulties. but we have already gone through so much together. it truly is 20gayteen. at the beginning of this year, we had never even met in real life yet, and we didn’t know yet that we would. in april, we met, and when she left we didn’t expect to be back together so soon. and even then, we had no idea that this would happen. that she would stay here and we would be looking to begin college and move out together. god, the things that have happened this year. wow. Wow. i have a hard time believing that this is real, that i’m not dreaming. i never thought something like this could happen. tomorrow is our 17 month anniversary, and we are together.

(sorry this was so long !! we’ve been waiting really long to update you guys on All of the things that have happened c: thank you so much if you managed to read the whole thing, and we’d love to chat about it more if you’d like to send an ask about anything ! ...remember, my melania trump airplane story... and i hope that when we create a gofundme in a couple of days, any of you will be able to help us out !! ;w; love you all !!! 💖💖💖)

#we will continue going through our ask box soon !!! #mod post

[croatian-nt]

What is it I have to say

Summary: Dejan goes to comfort Mario after he finds out about his retirement. Maybe they find something else along the way.

Pairings: Dejan Lovren/Mario Mandžukić

Word Count: 1221

Warnings: Uh well OBVIOUSLY ANGST. (Yes because I am evil), but other then that, crying, some threatening mentioned, also this is kinda obvious but Mario retiring(you can dm me so we cry together) 

Notes: Here it is! The angsty fic with a bittersweet ending! I was inspired by events that happened in the past few days and @living-lovren wanted mandžo/dejo pairing so here it is! Also once again big shoutout to my wonderful beta reader @wordpuddle(she is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G) I hope you all enjoy!

Dejan knew it was late and that he was probably mad for driving in pouring rain. He didn't care. He stopped at Mario's driveaway and forcefully closed the door of his car, walking through the rain. He barely felt the cold rain and the harsh wing on his skin. The storm inside of his heart was ranging a lot harder than the one outside. He was soaked by the time he reached the door. He knocked. He knew Mandžo was awake. All the lights were still on, illuminating his path just enough for him to see where he was going. The door opened and Dejan could see Mario’s eyes widening and his eyebrows rising, but before he could ask any questions, Dejan pushed past him entered the house. He knew that if he said anything he would snap.  "What are you doing here, in the middle of the night, completely soaked?" Mario asked as soon as he closed the door. Dejan finally turned (around).  He could see Mario flinch at the fury he saw on his face. Good. "I think you know why I’m here. The real question is what the hell were you thinking?! You fucking retired without warning any of us Mario!" Dejan hissed, taking a step closer.  Mario crossed his arms, never breaking eye contact. He obviously wasn't intimidated by Dejan's rage, merely shocked at first. "It was the right time, Dejo. You know that. I’m 32 years old and it's the best to leave when you are at the top of your career," Mario explained, his words carefully chosen to calm Dejan down.

Too bad he was already way past that point. He made another menacing step closer. Their faces were only inches apart.  "You didn't mention any of that to any of us. The only goodbye we got was the one over Instagram. Because you were scared of our reaction. You’re a coward!" Dejan spat out, his eyes burning with both tears and rage.

That got Mario to lash out. He spun them around so Dejan was the one with the back against the wall. He put his forearm over Dejan's neck. It wasn't strong enough to hurt him but enough to keep him pinned to the wall.  "Dejane. I understand you are angry. But call me a coward one more time and you will regret it," Mario threatened. His voice was quiet but so cold that Dejan felt goosebumps. He tried not to show it.

Dejan snorted, not even trying to get out of Mario's grip. The tension between them could be cut with a knife.  "What are you going to do? Hit me? It seems you’re only good at breaking stuff and running away anyway," Dejan hissed. 

Dejan just wanted Mario to feel the hurt he felt when he heard about his retirement. It was like a punch to the stomach. Not even a phone call. Only a stupid Instagram post.    

He saw Mario close his eyes, almost as if he was in pain.  "I told Dalić. You guys had enough of your worries,” Mandžo replied, “Especially you.”

There was fire in his head, in his thoughts. Mario always managed to mess his head up. Dejan thought Mario felt something too, even if not as intense as Dejan. But he was obviously wrong.  "I had enough of my problems you say? So you decided not to tell me you’re leaving? Leaving us?" Leaving me, he almost added but bit his tongue.

Mandžo opened his eyes and he could see the fire raging behind them. If he had only one word to describe Mario, it would be fire. "Did the thought ever cross your mind that maybe this isn't easy for me too? I thought you knew me better than that Dejo," Mario whispered. The air around them changed. It was still full of tension but somehow even heavier. Like they finally noticed that behind the anger there was something deeper.  Dejan licked his lips and he saw Mario trace the motion with his eyes. And Dejan did the unthinkable. He pushed Mario's hand away, grabbed his collar and kissed him.  What surprised him was that Mario kissed back with the same desperation he did. It was like the tension was a candle and someone just knocked it over. And everything was burning. He bit Mario's lip and tugged at his hair which Mario paid him back by leaving a hickey on his collarbone.  Shirts were off very soon and Dejo mapped Mario's chest first with his fingers and then with his lips until Mario stopped him by pinning his hands to the wall.  "I wanted to do something for a while now but you keep distracting me," Mario explained. He quickly kissed Dejan on the lips before going down on his knees.  Dejan cursed and Mario grinned at him as he unzipped his jeans. Dejan swallowed.�� "Is this your way of apologising or are you just having a “being nice” day?" Dejan joked to hide his nervousness. Mario looked at him through his lashes. "Maybe I am just trying to make you shut up," he replied. And Dejan did.

  Later, when they were wrapped around each other in only boxers Dejan was once again hit with how helpless he felt about Mario leaving.  "Why did you do it?" Dejan quietly asked against Mario's chest.  Mario sighed, closing his eyes again.

"Dejane...We achieved the impossible. The silver medal. It's more than I’ve ever dreamed of achieving. But here we are. Just...as much as this inspires me, I’m not young as I once was. Continuing to play for our team... I might not be as good as I was. Yet there are people who can be. It wouldn't be fair of me to keep them on the bench just so I can pretend," Mario answered, gently caressing Dejan's hair. "You would be good enough! How can you even say that you wouldn't?" Dejan said some of his anger returning.  "Dejo. We both know I wouldn’t be as good as I am now. And I still have enough dignity to leave when I am at my best," Mario replied

Dejan felt all of his anger disappear, leaving only sadness and helplessness behind.  He hid his head in the crook of Mario's neck so he wouldn't see the tears in his eyes. But Mario was having none of that. "Dejo look at me please," he said gently.  And Dejan didn't know how to say no. So he looked at Mandžo who cupped his face in his hands.

"Leaving the team doesn't mean I’m leaving you alright? Especially after today. We will see each other, I promise," Mario said. And Dejan believed him. He really did. But his heart was still heavy in his chest so he did the only thing that could make him feel a bit better. He kissed Mario gently and let the fire in him warm him up.         

Later, when they lied in bed, Dejo was looking at Mario's sleeping face. He knew nothing would be the same but God, did he love him. He would do everything for him. He just hoped his fire would continue to warm him and not burn him like it did today. He gently kissed Mario's forehead, then curled up against his chest. Here, he was finally in peace.

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[mariomandzho]

Mandzo x Luka - jealousy, tears and depression, yes I want to cry.

MANDZO/LUKA ANGST REQUESTword count: 

and all I remember is your backwalking towards the airport, leaving us all in your past

The lingering feelings between them, at times, ache. 

When they are sitting in the back of the bus, the windows frost with snow and their arms brush. Luka’s head against Mario’s shoulder sends waves of heat through their bodies. 

He longs to nestle his chin in Luka’s blond hair, inhale the musky scent of amber that dominates his senses, and wrap his arms around him. They are powerless to the feelings that course between them, but they would never act on them. It would ruin their careers, their friendship – the effortless bond between their team. It could never be, not in broad daylight.

The first time they’re together, they’re drunk – urged by whiskey courage. 

They slip away from the bar, coated in the dim lighting of the restaurant bathroom, and Luka has to stretch on his toes to brush his lips against Mario’s. Mario hardly reciprocates before he (quite literally) runs away, leaving Luka in a haze of confusion and regret. 

Regret tastes like vodka on his tongue – but jealousy?

It tastes like blood, swirling inside his mouth, as he watches Mario grind with some American girl on the dance-floor before they escape to his car with a hand planted on her arse. 

He receives a text at two A.M. that night.

Mandzo: I’m sorry.Mandzo: Forgive me?

But Luka knows, somewhere deep within his being, that Mario will never figure himself out enough to accept them. 

They almost kiss, a lot. 

They get close enough that Mario can feel Luka’s breath on his skin. Feel his lashes and eyes fluttering shut, forcing their hands to move along the other’s body to find their way in blind darkness. 

Luka’s hand steadies itself on Mario’s hip, and like magnets they pull closer together, Mario tugging roughly on Luka’s shirt lapels, nothing in between them except the words they didn’t say. 

Mario hisses with anticipation and Luka’s breath hitches. His head slants, his tongue swipes against his bottom-lip, mere centimeters away from touching. 

There is a sense of urgency in the air, but it is lax and unhurried, like honey pouring from a jar. 

The door swings open. They jump apart. Remove their hands like they’ve been burned, and Mario’s fingers card through his hair exasperatedly. 

Almost. Is it better than never?

They are a cathedral of almost.

They formed a terrible, curious knack for confessing their feelings at the worst possible moment; like a bullet ricocheting a moment too soon, a final word spoken too late. 

Mario is giddy. For perhaps a first in his life, he has figured out what he wants. He values his solitude, but he was meant to be a lover. Four letters; two syllables. 

The answer is easy enough, but finding it nearly killed him. 

“I want to tell you something.” His cheeks hurt, his scalp prickles, his abdomen ties itself in knots from smiling so hard. Had he ever beamed from ear to ear like a dizzy school boy? Had his own mother ever seen him so self-assured, so confident?

So full of hope?

“I have to tell you something, too.” 

Luka is less enthusiastic, but still just as happy. He folds Mario’s hands into his own, smaller pair and guides him toward the bench. They wait a moment, the sound of their heartbeats pounding in unison filling the air.

Mandzu stutters, “I’m–you first.”

“No, no, you first.” Luka smiles, urges, “I think I’ll want to hear this.”

“Okay, if you insist. I took what you said to heart. I think I lov–”

I love you.

“I’m getting married.” 

Silence descends upon them like a plague, gripping Mario and robbing him of his momentary happiness–of Luka. “Married? To who?” 

“Vanja,” he explained. “I love her.” 

“You love her?”

“Mario…” 

“You don’t want this?” 

“This? What is this? A few glances, an afterthought? You want what you can’t have, Mario. Always. It makes you a great soccer player, but you could never–.”

Mario clears his throat. “I think you’ve said enough.”

They shared a glance, caught each other’s gaze. Luka’s blue eyes, boring into him like a doe; Mario’s penetrating gaze, full of somber dejection. It was as if Luka was pleading with him, his soul on its hands and knees, silently, to act. 

To act this once, in exchange for a lifetime of joy instead of longing.

To act this once, for a lifetime of happiness – instead of a game of not-knowing, not-knowing, and second guessing, in which there is no true winner. 

But Mario remained quiet and averted his eyes. 

Little did Luka know that this was his way of saying:

‘Please ask me just one more time. I’ll figure it out.’

One more. 

One more chance.

Instead, he lifts to his feet, clasps Mario on his shoulder, and breezes away. He closes a door on a lifetime of what-ifs and lets it slam behind him. 

They share a bed the first time they arrive in London for a game. 

The hotel was booked full, but the concierge promised that there would be two king sized beds awaiting them in their room. When they arrive, downtrodden after a failed match, there was only a medium-sized mattress wedged between two bedside tables, a small note of gratitude perched on ornately displayed pillows. 

Mario takes a cold shower. Luka paces incessantly, burning holes in the carpet and likely annoying the wits out of whoever was sleeping under them.

He wouldn’t mind being under Mar–no.

He holds his head in his hands and Mandzo pries them apart, kissing both of his palms as his hair, still wet from the shower, drips onto Luka’s nose. Mario cups his jaw, pries his chin backward, and glides his tongue along the corner of Luka’s mouth to collect the small droplet. 

Every hair on Luka’s body stands on end. Every nerve is alert to Mario’s proximity and the white towel encircling his hips, dipping just below the V of his abdomen and the dark happy trail trailing beneath. 

“We should–.”

“I can’t–.” 

“–your fiancée. I’ll go.” 

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe Luka didn’t want things to turn awkward. But he felt that he should say something, that this moment, above all the others – and there were several others – this moment was unique. 

But the senseless coward he knew he was overcame him and he let Mario slip away as easily as he had allowed him to enter his boundaries. 

Luka traces little circles on Mario’s hip, enjoying watching goose-bumps appear on the skin of his thighs as the pad of his fingertip swirls over sensitive skin. He whispers, “do you believe in love?”

“At first sight?” Mario echoes into the darkness.

“No, just love.”

He closes his hand over Luka’s, draws it up his bare chest, and lays it flush against where his heart is.

“We’ll see.” 

Luka is the last person Mario tells. It is even easier to tell Dalić, the man he looked up to like a father, the only coach to ever truly believe in him, than to tell Luka.

His friend. His captain. The man who dominates every thought that passes his mind. 

How could he ever? What could he say, what could move him, what would possibly convey all the words he’d longed to say since he first joined the team? Would words ever be enough?

He calls Luka at eleven pm, a glass of wine sitting to his right. As the phone dials, he has a sinking feeling that before he can ever say a word, Luka will know. 

And he is right. 

Mario’s knuckles rasp against the hotel door, and within a moment it swings open. Luka is standing there, his hair in artful disarray, the lines around his mouth more prominent, more striking than before. But there is a dispassionate glint to his eyes – a lack of hope that is, in his dearest Luka, as rare and as grave as a sunless day. 

“I had to say goodbye,” Mario gestures between them, him and his broken parts and all of Luka’s glory, “in person.”

“You’re still here?” 

“Where else would I be?” 

“You won’t stay?”

Mario didn’t have to shake his head or utter a word, Luka knew. He was retiring. 

“I don’t want to change anything with us–.”

“Us?” Luka laughed, but it was a humorless noise, and tinged with a terrible silence that cut at Mario’s heart. “I wish you had never told me. I wish you just left.”

Oh, how he wanted to beg for Mario to stay. It was never supposed to be him. Mario watched the tears pool in his beautiful eyes; a vision that would haunt him the rest of his life. But he never turned back.

Regret – it tasted like shit. 

And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. 

#Anonymous #i'm a bit rusty on angst but i hope this is okay! #Mario Mandzukic #luka modric #luka x mario #mf: mario mandzukic #mf: luka modric

[a-football-journal]

Satisfaction - Niko Kovac/Part VII

hi, me again. the last part was a little short, no? 

well hopefully this chapter makes up for it... ;) 

I looked out the window onto the tarmac that stretched below the plane. My mind kept rattling with thoughts about what Brazil would be like, and if I was even ready for the experience to come. That was all before I even acknowledged the state of Niko and I. I didn’t want to make things weird for Laura as she was the very reason I was even here, and Kristina would no doubt have my head on a platter, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about what he said that night, let alone how that kiss felt.

“Olivia?”

Just as seamlessly as I fell into the recesses of my mind, I was quickly pulled out of them with my name dropping ever so softly from his lips.

“Yeah?”

Niko chuckled.

“You seem to be very focused on the pavement.”

I looked down and my hands and picked at the chipped polish on my nails. My stomach instantly turned into a pit of knots and I felt a heaviness in my chest, but I managed a smile.

“Just a little nervous is all,” I responded. “This is my first time traveling internationally.”

“For the World Cup? Aren’t you lucky!” I heard a voice pipe up behind me. I turned around to be met with a spiky brown-haired man with a smirk plastered on his face. His chocolate eyes were hypnotizing.

“Hi, I’m Mario,” he said with a wave.

“Olivia,” I quietly muttered.

“And what brings you on this wonderful trip, Miss Olivia? Or are you the striker Coach Niko keeps threatening to replace me with?”

Niko shook his head and as he pulled out a neck pillow from his bag, the smallest of grins forming on his lips.

“Oh no, if he’s replacing you with anyone it certainly isn’t me,” I answered while shifting to face Mario. “I’m just tagging along to keep an eye on Laura during this whole thing.”

He leaned his head against the window and looked at me with kind eyes almost as if he was examining me.

“You’re doing the Lord’s work then.”

“Am I?” I let out with a giggle.

“Watching his pride and joy so he can whip us into shape for this tournament? Yeah, you sure are.”

He fluffled his pillow before resting his head against the window again and closing his eyes.

“You’re already the unsung hero and we haven’t even taken off yet, so thank you for your sacrifice. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to try and get some shuteye before I’m subject to impending shenanigans.”

My lips curled into a smile as I turned to face the front again only to find a sleeping Laura between Niko and I. His hand grazed over her hair softly as he looked down at her, the love clear as day on his face. For the first time since I had woken up that morning, the knots in my stomach were starting to loosen and the pressure in my chest subsided.

“Olivia, hey,” I heard a voice utter softly. Niko’s hand had gently shook my shoulder in an attempt to wake me up.

“Where are we?” I managed to get out after a lengthy yawn.

“We just landed! We’re in Brazil!” Laura essentially yelled as she lightly drummed my thigh with the side of her fists. Apparently, it only took her a nap to fully embrace this experience.

We grabbed our bags and started to head off the plane to be greeted with reporters and photographers. As much as I tried to prepare myself for this trip and every new aspect of it, I definitely did not consider this. It felt oddly invasive to have all of these pictures of me being taken even though I knew I was just an unfortunate casualty in the real pursuit for the players themselves and Niko.

I was so blindsided that I just stood at the gate for a moment. It was as if I was in a bubble and the rest of the world fell away. The clicks of the cameras and the questions from the reporters became muffled as I tried to get my bearings on the scene in front of me.

“It’s okay, draga, they won’t bite,” a voice pierced through the noise. I looked over to my side to see a tall man with short dark hair and a matching goatee. He flashed me a smile before pointing his head to the end of the gate and we walked down together.

“I’m… just not used to any of this, you’ll have to forgive me.”

“Nothing to forgive, this whole part of it is nonsense anyway,” he said as we coursed through the airport. As soon as we reached the baggage claim area he extended his hand.

“I’m Dejan.”

“Olivia,” I said as I reached out to shake his hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Olivia. You’re here with Niko, I heard?”

The sentence made my stomach uneasier than I anticipated.

“Yeah, I’m watching Laura throughout the tournament.”

Dejan broke into a toothy smile, which made my heart flutter. Had the Croatian national team always been filled with such beautiful men?

“That’s great,” he affirmed. “Maybe you’ll get to meet my Elena!”

“Oh, you have kids? How many?”

“Just one, right now. She’s the best,” he beamed.

The bags arrived fairly quickly and we were on our way to the exit. Dejan insisted on putting my bags on top of his as he drove the cart and we finally arrived at the pickup area.

“There you are,” Niko exclaimed. “I thought I almost lost you.”

“Sorry, chief, I had her tied up,” Dejan responded before I even had a chance to speak.

He looked over at me and winked before saying his goodbyes and loading his bags into a separate car. I followed Niko and Olivia into the one waiting for us and we drove off to the hotel.

As soon as we arrived, my jaw involuntarily dropped in awe. What little I knew of the lives of these athletes was certainly being set right on this trip. We walked into a pristine, yet functional hotel. It was lavish, but not to the point of excess. Niko picked up the keys from the front desk as a bellhop placed our bags on a trolley.

We made our way up to the 6th floor where the entire team would be staying. Niko pressed the key to the door, which unlocked in seconds. He turned the handle and stepped into the gorgeous suite. It took me a moment to take it all in. The room was spacious, with many different sections. The suite housed two rooms, a bathroom, a makeshift kitchen and a small living area that had a giant window that overlooked the water. Laura made her way to the master bedroom, which left me with the slightly smaller - but still incredibly generous - bedroom.

I rolled my luggage in and took a seat on the bed. A sigh automatically fell out of my mouth as I kicked off my shoes and rested for the first time since touching down in Brazil. However, it was short lived when I heard a knock on the door. After waiting to hear footsteps that never came, I assumed Niko was busy unpacking so I answered the door.

A handsome man with dark brown hair and beautiful green eyes was on the other side of it, towering over me. Ok so, Croatia was full of these cuties and I just wasn’t in the right part? I thought as he smiled at me.

“Oh, sorry, I thought the boss was here,” he said as he looked into the room. “Let me make sure I have the right room….” he stepped outside and examined the number outside the suite.

“Are you looking for Niko?”

“Yes. My name’s Vedran, by the way.”

“Olivia,” I smiled as I could feel a slight blush overtake my cheeks. “Come in, I’ll go get him.”

I walked to the master bedroom and knocked on the wall beside the entrance. Niko looked up from unpacking to catch my gaze, something that shouldn’t have set the butterflies loose in my stomach. His slight grin only added to the sensation.

“Vedran is here.”

“I’ll be right out,” he spoke as he put the last shirt on a hanger and walked out to the living area with me.

I watched as they talked briefly clearing up a scheduling concern and eventually Niko saw Vedran out. He called out a quick “nice meeting you, see you at dinner!” before Niko shut the door and let out a deep breath.

“Stressed?” I asked, now fully sprawled out on the couch.

“Now that we’re officially here, it’s hitting me how real everything is,” he said as he sat down next to me. “And how quickly everything is coming up.”

Instinctively, I reached out to grab his hand and stroked the back of it with my thumb. As soon as my mind realized what my body had done, my grip loosened, but my hand still lingered. He simply grabbed my hand with his free one.

“I’m hungryyyy, when are we eating?” Laura shouted as she joined us, sufficiently - and probably for the best - breaking the moment.

“Well, my dear, it’s a good thing everyone is waiting for us at the team dinner downstairs,” Niko said as he ruffled Laura’s hair and engaged in a play fight with her.

“Race you downstairs?” he had all but barely managed to get out before Laura set off, leaving him and myself to follow her lead.

Dinner was surprisingly enjoyable. The hotel catered a fantastic meal and I got to meet the rest of the players as well as the staff. By the team we got back up to our room, Laura was falling asleep in the hallway. Just as we reached the door, Niko received a call. He stayed out in the hallway while I got Laura in her pajamas and into bed. Within minutes she was dozing off on a mattress way too big for her and I made my way to the other room.

I stripped myself of the clothes I was wearing, including my bra, and pulled on my summer pajama shirt and matching shorts. The jetlag that I had tried my best to keep at bay for most of the day was having its way with me now and I was welcoming it. I put my phone to charge, turned off the light, and nestled myself into the comforter.

My eyes were only closed a few minutes and I was just drifting off into sleep when I felt a the other side of the bed sink. I looked over to see Niko getting into the bed. It was clear he was trying to sneak and be as quiet as possible, but as soon as we made eye contact he gave up the ruse.

“I didn’t want to wake Laura so I thought sleeping over here tonight would be okay?” He spoke just above a whisper.

My confusion immediately rendered him apologetic beyond belief.

“I should have asked first, but I didn’t want to wake you either, I’m so sorry, Oliv-”

“Relax, Niko,” I chuckled in my half-asleep state. “Get in.”

His eyes gave me the thank you his lips didn’t and soon he was just as deep in the sheets as I was. It felt nice to share the bed with someone even if we were on opposite ends.

“Good night, Olivia” were the last words I heard before trailing off to sleep.

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