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Week by week || F.W.

pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

summary: Unexpectedly, you turn out to be pregnant, being in a relationship with Fred.

word count: 7309 (easy to divide into chunks to read in parts)

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of food, eating, nausea, illness, mentions of sex (nothing explicit), nudity, swearing probably (if I missed anything, please let me know)

a/n: feedback means the world to me, I'd love to hear anything from you if you read this! if there are any typos I'll prolly fix them at some point

tags: @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts ; @izzyyy-1 ; @amourtentiaa ; @dumb-bea ; @slytherclawbitch ; @famdomhideout ; @mollenniumfalcon ; @bamboozledflamplant ; @freddie-weaselbee ; @onlyfreds ; @skarlettmikaelson ; @nyaon ; @daedreamss ; @pandaxnienke ; @harrysweasleys ; @ickle-ronniekins ; @hotchnerz ; @weasleysprofessionalhoe ; @henqtic ; @thisismynerdyself ; (I hope the tags work, if they don't, let me know too)

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Week 3

The weather was nice; the warm, fresh air hit your face upon stepping outside of the building. Normally, you’d take a walk home in weather like this, but there was some fatigue hanging over you. A regular day at work seemed to have drained more of your energy than usual. Perhaps the next day would be nice, too, so you could take that walk.

The inside of your flat was very welcoming; your “outside” clothes slid off of you without protest, to be replaced with comfy sweats and a t-shirt. The inside of your fridge mischievously wouldn’t offer anything that you were craving, and a feat for the grocery shop seemed like too much of a task for that time. Some leftovers reheated, then a nap would suffice.

You got woken up by the sound of an owl, tapping its beak against your living room window, waiting on the outside sill. It took you a moment to come to your senses, but then you recognised that it was Fred’s owl. The bird always seemed to share his owner’s temper - as soon as you got up, his assault on your window only amplified. “There, there…” you muttered, opening the window, and the owl jumped in swiftly, putting the rolled up piece of parchment it was holding on the table. You grabbed a snack from the container you always had at the ready, then paid for the service.

You read the note, in which Fred described how his day went while being nudged in the hand by a small beak all the while. It seemed that your boyfriend had had a nice, productive day, and the shop was doing as great as ever, after its grand reopening a couple of weeks prior. Scribbling a note back, there was not much for you to report. Most of it was going on about how you couldn’t wait to see him the next afternoon.

Week 5

Clinging onto the cold sink in the public bathroom, you took a deep breath after breath, hoping nausea would go away on its own, without forcing you to kneel over the toilet at work. You were able to drink some water a few minutes later, while your mind was racing, wondering what could’ve made you sick.

You slept at Fred’s, and you had breakfast with him - could it be that? Or the lunch you two had when you visited him during your break?

The sky was grey and awful as you walked through Diagon Alley. The weather was irritating lately, only gloom and rain, with a few hours of sun out, specifically when you were at work. You were about to storm into the shop, but seeing Fred through the front window changed your mind. It was all okay again.

He smiled at you from above the crowd, and you quickly ran through all the people to get to him, spreading your arms wide.

“Hey, pretty,” he greeted, before giving you a kiss. “Hi, Freddie,” you replied, hugging him tightly in the middle, so warm and welcoming. “Someone’s missed me,” he teased with a cheeky smile, wrapping his arms loosely around you. “I’ll bite,” you threatened in return. He chuckled. “Let me wrap this up and we’ll head upstairs, okay?”

You hummed, releasing your hold. “How are you feeling?” you asked. “...Alright?” Fred replied a bit puzzled. You hummed again. Upon thinking for a moment you supposed your stomach must’ve been just more sensitive than his. Fred being Fred, he probably must’ve eaten many weird things growing up, maybe his stomach was just more durable.

“One for me…” Fred mumbled, putting a tiny chocolate cookie into one of the bowls, “...and one for stinky…” you listened to him divide the snacks after you called a new jacket he’d bought for himself, ‘ugly’.

You looked at him, thinking of how much of an idiot he could be sometimes, and yet he was your idiot, one you loved the most. You thought of how much you loved him, and not knowing when, you felt a lump in your throat as your eyes started watering.

You didn’t understand why you got so emotional and you certainly didn’t want to explain it to Fred, so you stood up and headed to the toilet quickly. “...Y/N/N?...” he called after you, unsure, seeing only your back. “Y/N, you’re not stinky..!” you heard, closing the door behind you, then footsteps following. “You smell very nice,” he said quietly through the door. You chuckled out loud, looking at yourself through the mirror, as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“I love you..!”

Week 6

It seemed to have become a new custom, that you came home from work exhausted. Sitting at a window in your living room, you watched people out on the street, trying to collect your thoughts.

You were worried. Your feeling unwell has been happening too often, for too long. You thought your fatigue may have been caused by some change in the quality of your sleep; therefore there were days where you felt better. But there were also days where you found it incredibly hard to eat because nausea would just not allow it.

You were worried there was something wrong with you. An illness. You worried it was something serious. But there was also another thought that crossed your mind.

It was unlikely for you. Surely not. How could it have happened? Yet, between those two options, it was definitely the less dangerous one. It wouldn’t hurt to check. And if you were wrong, you’d simply have to go to the hospital. You could not go on like that any longer, hoping things would just get better on their own.

A muggle test - an odd contraption, yet quite simple in the way it worked. You thought you were convinced of what the result would show, yet your hands seemed to shake, and your heart thump, as you followed the instructions carefully, then waited.

You thought of Fred, and got nervous. A pigeon flew past your window, making you think it was an owl. Fred had noticed your malaise as well, he suggested you should take some time off work to rest. You did not know, whether the same possibility had crossed his mind too. He certainly did not mention it.

The clock barely moved. Your lip hurt from biting on it. You noticed you started feeling a bit hungry - meaning you’d maybe be able to have a meal without any discomfort.

Five minutes. It’s been five minutes, right? - you’ve definitely checked the time before leaving the bathroom, but did you check right?

You were wrong. You weren’t ill at all, just pregnant. It was hard to believe, you tried to think of how it could have happened when you and Fred always made sure to prevent it.

Pregnant. Luckily, you weren’t a smoker. And you were pretty certain you didn’t have a single drink in a while.

Food. You should have some. You needed the energy, and lots of it.

Fred. How would you tell him? How would he react?

Later week 6

“Are you feeling sick?” asked Fred, looking at you spaced out on his living room sofa after dinner. “Hm..? No, no I’m not,” you replied truthfully. You’d been distracted ever since you arrived at his place, and trying not to show it was not going well. “You look… down,” he noted concernedly, sitting down by your side. You looked in his eyes and saw a young man who was not ready to be a father.

No, a young man who was not prepared to be a father. Who didn’t plan to be one, so early. “I’m not, just… a tad bit tired after a whole week, you know. But I’m with you now, so it doesn’t matter,” you told him, smiling reassuringly.

“They’re gonna work my poor baby to death,” he said pitifully, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to rub your arm comfortingly. “I sure hope not,” you muttered, before Fred made a mocking face and brought his other hand to tickle your side.

You were the first one to lay in bed. You waited for Fred to arrive after a shower, feeling sleepiness take over you already in his soft, comfy bed. You waited for him to be in bed, before falling asleep, so you welcomed the sound of the door opening.

Fred slid into the sheets and his hands found your waist immediately, brushing his fingers over your skin. He began to press kisses, down, from your cheek to your neck. His hands travelled up slowly, pushing up your shirt, making you certain what kind of lullaby Fred had had in mind. You were too distracted, unable to think about having sex.

And even though it was hard to see the humour in your situation yet, a thought crossed your mind - that exactly this was what put you in your predicament in the first place.

“Freddie, love, I’m sleepy,” you whispered, brushing your fingers through his hair. You heard a gentle sigh in return, before he fixed your shirt and lifted himself up a bit. You could almost hear his thoughts as his eyes said, “too tired for even just one time?”, but he kissed you on the lips.

“Goodnight, Y/N/N,” he said, then got into his position of the big spoon.

Any other night, you’d have simply drifted off in his arms. Tonight, the feeling of his hand gently resting on your lower abdomen made you irrationally nervous.

It’s not like there was any baby bump there yet. But it got you back to thinking of how you could share this news with him. Would he want to have this baby? Surely, he would...

One thing you knew for certain, after a few days of knowing you were pregnant, was that you did.

Week 7

After a whole week of hiding the fact that you were pregnant from Fred, you figured you were not going to find any greater, magical way of letting him know, and no better moment would come - you’d just have to tell him.

“I’m not getting dumped, am I?” Fred tried to joke, unamusing you, after hearing your “We need to talk.” You just couldn’t find a better way to start off.

Seeing the face you made while trying to find the best words, he got concerned. “I… I’m not?” “No, stupid,” you replied frustratedly. “I… have to tell you something,” you started, avoiding eye contact. “Good news or bad news..?” “Uh, good news and… hopefully, good news..?”

“I’d like the good news first, then, please,” Fred requested, sitting himself comfortably in an armchair opposite you. “Okay then… I found out why I’ve been tired all the time lately, and why I got sick so often,” you started positively. “That’s the good news.”

You saw Fred’s face twist in confusion as he tried to put the pieces together. You looked at him, and after a deep breath, you took the plunge. “I’m pregnant,” you announced, trying to be positive, yet sounding uncertain.

Fred’s eyes turned opened to the size of galleon coins. “With my baby..?” he asked dully. “Of course, with my… I didn’t mean-… uh..” he stammered in shock.

He looked neither happy nor unhappy. Upon noticing how you waited on the edge of your seat, he got up to sit down next to you. “C’mere…” he said softly, wrapping his arms around you. You clung to him, still not knowing what to think. “How..?” he asked, in a tone almost as if he was talking to himself. You chuckled shortly, knowing Fred had the how part well mastered. “I mean, I know... but we…” he muttered. “I know, but… I guess it just happened,” you said. “I’d love to know what you have in mind…” “What do you mean..?” “...Are you happy, or-?” “Yeah, of course I am, love,” he replied automatically, pulling away from the hug to look at you. “I mean, granted I didn’t think it’d happen so soon,” he admitted frankly, “we’ll figure things out.”

The rest of your day went on as usual. Fred did seem a bit unlike himself, but you supposed it was just the shock. He’d space out, or glance at you sometimes - seemingly processing the information.

“I didn’t even ask,” he said to himself with a scoff, later in the day, capturing your attention. “How… far in are you..?” he asked, unsure of his choice of words. “Oh, uhm-… I’m in my seventh week..? I think, based on when I last had my period…” “Seventh?!” he asked, looking at your stomach again as if he was expecting a fully grown baby to be in there already. “Yeah, why are you so surprised?” you chuckled. Fred sat down next to you. “Seven weeks is a long-ass time. Though it does feel like you’ve been constantly puking for ages…” “Hey!” you interrupted, “you think it was fun for me?!” “No, that’s not what meant… that-” he sighed, placing his hand on your back. “It must’ve been difficult, I-” “You should probably learn a bit more about pregnancy. I wouldn’t mind finding out more, too.” —————⁛—————

“Though you're carrying the weight (literally) of having a baby, there are many ways your partner can share in your pregnancy. The more bonding you do before the baby comes, the better equipped you'll be to handle the challenges of caring for a newborn together,” you read from a magazine for parents-to-be, glancing at Fred sitting opposite, as he was finishing breakfast. “I’d say we’re doing alright with bonding…” he shrugged his eyebrows. “...yeah, whenever I’m not nauseous. My libido is supposed to be higher,” you slid your foot up his calf underneath the table, continuing to read.

“They’re the size of a blueberry,” you said with a smile. “A blueberry?” he asked in a tone of surprise, and you nodded. “That’s tiny…”

You hummed, scanning the page for more useful information. “We should go for a first check-up soon,” you pointed out, gently suggesting that you’d like Fred to be there. He looked at you from above his mug of tea, then put it down on the table. “Sure, just… make the appointment and let me know when I should take the time off.”

Week 8

Fred’s presence was even more of a support than you’d have previously thought. There were a couple of tests that had to be done, where he’d waited outside, but just knowing that he’s right outside the door made you a little less nervous, going through that totally new experience.

He was very serious that day - probably more serious than you’d ever seen him. Not in a way, that meant he wasn’t smiling at all, but rather in a calming - fatherly - way, making you feel that everything was going to be alright, no matter what.

And once you were about to go through that one check-up you were waiting for the most, to see your future baby for the first time, you clutched his hand for dear life. When it was over, you regretted not being able to look at two things at once, because staring in awe at the screen yourself, you only managed to catch a glimpse of Fred regarding it with fascination, and the tiniest smile on his lips.

“You’re not going back to the shop, are you?” you asked in a small voice, hopeful, as Fred closed the door to your flat behind you two. He turned to you with a guilty smile. Your face fell a bit, and without meaning to, a small pout appeared there. Fred’s face became more serious, thinking. “I was hoping you’d take the whole day off…” you admitted. “Mmm, I thought you would,” he said quietly, coming up to you and stroking your cheek a couple of times.

“Okay,” he smiled after a sigh.

A bit of time passed as you changed into more homey, comfy clothes. Fred made tea for you both and you sunk into the couch, for some much-needed rest, after all that.

“How’re you feeling, angel?” asked Fred, sipping from his steaming mug. “Pretty good, just tired,” you replied, letting your head fall back for a moment. “Thanks to Blueberry?” You hummed. “I don’t think it’s blueberry anymore, actually,” you noted, sparking up a bit and pointing to the magazine you’d read last time, lying on the coffee table.

Fred grabbed it, flipping through and scanning the first pages, before getting to one titled, in bold letters, ‘Week 8’.

“A raspberry,” he announced, raising his eyebrows. “It says here that you need your boobs massaged,” he continued in full seriousness after reading a bit further. “Oh, does it?” you asked with a chuckle. “Mhmm, yes…” “Well, a must is a must. Later, though.” “Of course,” he nodded compliantly. “Anything else important?” you questioned, warming your hands on the mug in your hold. “Mmm,” he scanned the next page. “Eat lots of fruit.” “Got it.”

“Freddie..?” you started, a while later. He turned his head to you, listening clearly. “We should probably think about our living situation,” you suggested gently.

Fred and you never discussed living together before that. Not because either of you didn’t want to, but neither ever pushed to move in together either. You both knew that you would, eventually, but living apart was convenient, until now. Fred was close to the shop in his current flat he shared with George, while you didn’t want to cramp in that tiny space with both of them.

But the thought of Fred living with you and the baby, once they were born, seemed obvious. “...Because you will be living with us, right..?” you continued. “Yeah, of course,” he replied matter-of-factly, right away.

Week 10

“Freddie, I think this is the one for me…” you whispered, hoping he’d share your opinion. “You think..?” Fred asked, having another look around. “I like it, so if you do… there’s just one thing to do,” he noted, smiling at you, before walking off to talk to the owner.

After discussions, the two of you decided that it would be best for you to find a new place to live. Fred would’ve hoped to buy a house, but - since him starting a family sprang up much sooner than he’d expected, you settled on a flat, for now.

Thinking of how you’d decorate the place to make it feel like home, already, how you’d organise your things - and where you could fit all that you would need in about 7 months time - brought excitement. You could see a baby mat spread out in the middle of the living room and yourself tripping over colourful toys. Yes, it all fit together.

You were still feeling giddy when stepping through the door the Fred and George’s shared flat. “Put your pants on, we’re back!” Fred called out, closing the door behind you. George was in the lounge room. “Hi to you, too,” he said with a stoic expression, and you waved, grinning, then sat down next to him. You leaned back, expression still the same, making your ever-so-slightly growing middle show.

“You got something good?” George asked, smiling back at you. You nodded quickly. “We got the one,” Fred replied, stepping into the room. He sat down next to you, resting his arm on the backrest behind you. “It’s got two bedrooms, a bathroom, an office and open kitchen/dining/living, and a small balcony,” you described happily. “That’s nice. So where do I sleep?” George asked casually. “On the balcony, of course,” you replied without missing a beat.

“We’ll get the keys and can move in, in a few weeks,” Fred concluded. You rested your hands on your lower abdomen, contently. “Is that a baby bump I see?” asked George. Apart from you and Fred, he was the only one that knew about your pregnancy. Fred glanced at your belly suspiciously - he saw you so often now, he hasn’t noticed a change, but you had been scanning it in front of a mirror for a couple of weeks now, even if you told yourself there’s still plenty of time. “I think so… Apparently, my uterus is now the size of a grapefruit,” you explained, and both Fred and George nodded with an expression that has become tied with learning new facts about pregnancy. “And the baby..?” George questioned further. “Strawberry,” Fred answered casually, making you smile at how cute that was. “I’m craving strawberries now…”

Week 12

A great amount of consideration went into deciding who you were gonna tell about your pregnancy first. Would it be more difficult to tell your own family, or Fred’s? Would going to the Burrow first prove a good test-run for going to see your family later? Or would it be the other way around?

You did not come to any conclusions, and yet it just so happened, that you were standing outside the Burrow with Fred. Wondering whether you’d be facing the full Weasley household or if some of Fred’s siblings were not coming for dinner that day - meaning you wouldn’t have to endure everyone’s reactions at once.

Fred opened the front door like thousands of times before and you stepped inside together. Molly ushered you further inside immediately. You felt your hand being squeezed reassuringly, by Fred.

It seemed like it would be just Fred’s parents and Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Harry today.

The visit went on as per usual. There was still a bit of time left before the dinner, while the food was slowly preparing itself in the kitchen when everybody but Molly and Arthur went upstairs.

Making a grand announcement in front of many people made you nervous, so in a split moment, you decided this was the time. You nudged Fred, stopping him from following the rest up the staircase, looking at him with a message. You thought you could see shock in his eyes for a second there, before he smiled at you, taking your hand in his and leading you back towards the living area.

“Mum, Dad, can you sit with us for a moment?” Fred asked. Molly looked at him suspiciously, while Arthur looked intrigued from above his newspaper. Fred lead you to a sofa and sat down to make a point, and you did the same. “What is it?” Molly asked, almost worried, putting a kitchen rag away and sitting at the edge of one of the armchairs. “Why are you so nervous right away?” Fred asked her, trying to relieve the tension, yet his voice wavered a bit and he forced a chuckle. “Well go on then, what are you waiting for?” she urged.

Fred glanced at you one more time, then, clutching onto your hand, said, “Y/N are going to have a baby.” You forced a smile, trying to read their reactions. They both seemed in great shock, like they wanted to celebrate but they weren’t quite sure if they should. “Really?” Arthur asked. You nodded, finding it hard to speak up, and before you could know it Molly was crying silently. It was quite scary at first, she wasn’t even smiling, but she went up to you and hugged you before you heard a sob. You rubbed her back, feeling odd being the one seemingly comforting her, while Arthur walked up to his son, exchanging a one-armed hug with him.

Suddenly, you didn’t even know when, you started crying too. Fred’s facial expression was showing emotion close to panic, and Molly finally let go of you, having stopped crying herself.

“Are you… upset…?” you asked in a squeaky voice trying not to cry, as your vision went blurry. It took you a moment of reassurance from Fred’s parents, and Fred’s warm hugs before you calmed down completely and the four of you were sat facing each other once more, after the emotional rollercoaster.

“Did you… plan this?..” Molly asked the question that was forcing its way out of her from the very beginning. “You’re not even-”

Married - she was gonna finish, and Fred knew it very well when cutting her off. “No, we didn’t,” he said simply, making it clear that the pregnancy being unplanned made no difference whatsoever and further discussing it was pointless. This simple sentence coming out of his mouth in such a way reassured you more than anything.

“...We found a flat in London where we’re gonna move in a couple of weeks. Y/N is just at the end of her third month,” he continued more positively, glancing at you with a smile once more. “Well, that’s lovely!” Arthur noted, looking at Molly and she agreed, “Wonderful!”

Fred chuckled quietly. “Well, it’s been real, we’ll go hang out upstairs now,” he said, getting up and waving at them once, then lead you away and upstairs.

“How’re you feeling?” asked Fred once you were alone in his and George’s old bedroom, sitting next to you on his bed. “Alright,” you replied, nodding. “A bit jittery.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder bringing you closer to his chest, hugging his cheek to your head. His other hand, he placed on your belly, stroking it gently a few times, then rested there.

Breaking the news to your family was simultaneously easier and more difficult. You knew them well, so you knew more or less what to expect. You could read their expressions, instead of worrying about what they might be thinking. However, the moment made you nervous anyway - you were still young and wouldn’t be surprised if your dad hoped Fred kissed you goodnight, every evening you saw him, and went on his merry way.

Fred wouldn’t dare be the one to tell them. Instead, he sat next to you being the best version of himself and more - something he didn’t do even while meeting your parents for the first time.

Week 13

“What’s more, that spike in libido might have some health benefits for you and baby, since pregnancy sex can speed up postpartum recovery by tightening your pelvic floor muscles and improve your sleep and mood,” you read while resting, as Fred continued packing up some boxes you’ve started, in your kitchen. “See?” you glanced at him from above the magazine and he gave you a look, before getting back to work. “Don’t overwork yourself with those boxes,” you said vaguely.

“some women (particularly those who have been pregnant before) may start to feel those telltale movements when baby’s at 13 weeks - so I’m not crazy!” you exclaimed, more to yourself. You’ve recently felt some flutters, and, since you’re going through the experience for the first time, you weren’t sure what the feeling was. Could it be your baby’s movements you’re feeling from the inside? “What?” Fred asked, a bit confused. “I think I can feel them moving around a little already,” you admitted, still unsure.

He looked at you with fascination. “When am I gonna be able to feel it?” “That comes a bit later, I’m afraid,” you said, sympathetically. You couldn’t wait to feel your baby’s stronger movements on the outside, either - though you’d probably regret that later, when they kick at your insides with the same strength.

He sighed, walking over to you, to stroke your belly affectionately with a pout. “Cool that you’re getting a baby bump already,” he noted. It was true, your lower abdomen has started getting rounder now.

Week 14

After putting a muggle repelling charm on the windows, unpacking wasn’t such a difficult job with a bit of magic to help out. Your pregnancy symptoms have faded away, making you nausea-free and energized, especially with the excitement of organising your new home space.

In just a day, you and Fred have managed to make the flat very much liveable, with just some bits left to organise - and you’d probably need some time to figure out what works best, anyway.

You’d expect Fred, after a job like that, to lay flat on the sofa, roll onto his stomach and pass out, until you inevitably wake him up so that he doesn’t hurt all over afterwards. Instead, he surprised you, inviting you to a dinner out.

He looked tired, though he tried to hide it from you. Tired, but happy, which you always loved to see.

“Thank you for taking me here, Darling,” you said, smiling at him adoringly. “Anything for you,” he replied, smiling too. “I’m glad we were able to unpack everything today,” you mentioned.

“You did a great job,” he told you, stroking your hand reassuringly. “Actually, there is one more box to open,” he began and you gave him a puzzled sort of look. “But, yeah… better do it at home.”

You looked at him suspiciously once more, then shrugged at his antics.

Waiting for dessert, he stretched in his seat, suppressing a yawn. “You know what you need?” you started, feeling more positive. He hummed. “A babymoon,” you declared excitedly, knowing how Fred felt about taking time off work. With the baby on the way, he seemed even more determined to overwork himself, though you’d never heard him say that out loud.

“A babymoon?” he repeated unenthusiastically. “Yes! That’s when couples, who are expecting, go on a vacation as, sort of, their last time before the baby comes, you know… And we’ve never actually been anywhere together, just the two of us. I think it would be very nice…” you explained, taking his hand in both of yours.

Fred opened his mouth, about to say something, but didn’t. He sighed, before shaking his head. “When would you wanna go?” he questioned, not entirely convinced. “Sometime soon would probably be the best. Apparently, the second trimester is the best time for that,” you said. “Come on, Freddie…” “Okay, okay…” he agreed, right as the waitress was approaching you.

It felt odd to be coming back home to this new space - this, and the feeling of sharing it with Fred you’d have to get used to. No matter how comfortable and at home you’d felt at his place and he at yours, it was different. This was your shared home.

Happy about convincing Fred about the trip, with your tummy full of delicious food and dessert, you collapsed on the sofa contently. The moment that Fred sat down next to you, was when you remembered him talking about some box.

You looked at him, and in his eyes, you could see that he was thinking of it too. He had a weird look in his eye, entirely unfamiliar to you.

You decided to not say anything, to see what he was going to do.

He sat with his elbows on his knees, holding his hands together, and wet his lips, looking at the floor.

“I… promised you another box to open, so…” he began, reaching into his pocket. “...Here you go,” he said softly, handing you a small, simple box.

With shaky hands and a straight face, you took it. You glanced at him before opening the lid and he was waiting. In the box, was a simple, beautiful ring.

“I-... you know…” he cleared his throat, before starting again. “Since… the timing is what it is, I feel the need to say, that-... I knew I would do it for a long time, and… from the beginning, of our relationship, I mean, I couldn’t see it any other way. Now, since we’re having a baby, I thought there’s no reason to wait.”

He paused, taking a breath.

“I love you, more with each day. So… Y/N, will you be my wife..?”

You couldn’t find it in you to get a word out, and you’ve long since stopped paying attention to tears welling up in your eyes. You nodded, still holding the little box in your lap as it were.

Fred smiled with true happiness. He brought his hands to your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs, before pouring all his feelings for you, in a kiss.

He chuckled, seeing the box in your hands, and took the ring out, then slid it onto your finger. “There,” he said in a low voice before clearing his throat, trying to hide his own emotions. “It’s beautiful,” you said frankly, looking at the ring adorning your hand.

Stroking his cheek gently, you asked, “ready for the first night in our new home?” “Soo ready,” he replied with a small laugh, in a heartbeat.

Week 17

Vacation with Freddie - your fresh, new fiancé - was even better than you’d hoped for. You worried that half his mind would have stayed at the shop, but instead, you had your Freddie, who constantly made you feel what it’s like to not have a care in the world. You were enjoying your trip and sightseeing, by all means - but all that relaxation and holiday atmosphere resulted in you two enjoying your intimacy a lot, too.

You went on a week-long trip abroad, to a warm, seaside country, and you’d been promised another week-long staycation after that.

You woke up early for some reason, not feeling sleepy at all anymore. The sun was starting to rise and you could feel the warm, gentle wind on your skin, coming from the window wide open, that you were facing. Messily and partially covered in thin covers, with Fred’s chest pressed against the skin of your back, and his arm over your waist, you were content.

You held his hand, resting on your belly, in yours, stroking it absentmindedly. As you got more and more awake, you wished your fiancé was awake, too, for you to talk to, but you didn’t have it in you to disturb his blissful sleep just yet.

A bit more time like that, and you would still have refrained from waking him up, had you not felt the sensation in your belly.

You stirred quite a bit, placing your hand firmly on your bump, by habit. Fred moved, took a deep breath as he was waking up, then started mumbling incoherently.

“Freddie, I can feel them move..! This time for sure..!” you whisper-yelled. Since the last time you mentioned it, you haven’t really felt any movement. Some sensations, you couldn’t quite be sure what they were. It was still early then, but reading up in your magazine, you knew that it was around this time that you would start to feel your baby’s movements.

“Oohmm…” he mumbled, waking up a bit more, lifting himself a bit to look at you from behind you.

You focused on the tiny kicks for a moment, cherishing the feeling. You turned around to face Fred, seeing him in his glorious, sleepy state. “Are going back to sleep..?” you asked in a whisper. “I guess… not,” he replied groggily, rubbing his hands on his face. “Well then… good morning, honey,” you said cheerfully.

He chuckled hoarsely, still trying to open his eyes fully without being blinded by the sunlight.

“I love you,” you said, bringing a hand to cup his cheek, “so, so much.” “Mmm, I love you too,” he replied with a sleepy smile, turning his head to kiss your palm.

“Freddie, I’ve been meaning to ask… have you got any names in mind yet?” He looked at you in silence for a moment, thinking. “I… nothing, really... It was odd, thinking about it myself,” he admitted. “I know which names I will definitely not allow,” he quipped, making you chuckle.

“I… was thinking about a few…”

Week 24

“FRED!!!” you yelled at the top of your lungs, even though he was just in another room, forgetting any and all pet names.

“What??!” he ran out of your bedroom, shirtless, not having finished changing after work. “They’re kicking! So hard! I think you’ll be able to feel it..!” you announced, holding your own hands over your belly, watching it closely.

Over the last weeks, you’ve gotten used to feeling the baby’s movements and kicks, better and better. You talked to them whenever you were alone, knowing they could hear you now. You knew when they slept and when they were awake. That they got excited whenever Fred was talking to them, or when he came back from work, just as you did. Continuing to get stronger, today, just as you were on your way to put the kettle on, you could’ve sworn you felt it on the outside.

Fred stared at you in disbelief for a second, before his legs brought him to you. “There…” you took his big hand and placed it right where you felt the kick. Right then, it happened again, making you giggle with glee.

He waited for that for so long, you knew he did. And when it finally happened, he couldn’t get a word out.

“You’re happy daddy’s finally home, aren’t you?” you said, stroking your bump, around Fred’s hand, still resting there.

He got on one knee to be more on-level with it, before speaking. “Heey, little one… you know daddy’s gotta go to work to make money for you, right? Just as mummy is, and he’ll have to keep doing that when mummy won’t be able to. Believe me, I’d love to stay at home with you two.”

He looked at the bump for a moment longer, then planted a kiss and held his face there, not wanting to tear himself away.

“C’mon, love, I’ll just make myself some tea and we can cuddle,” you said softly, brushing your hair through his hair, not wanting him to kneel on the floor like that.

Week 28

“Come on in, sweetheart, come on in..!” Molly ushered you with her arms. “Thanks, mum,” said Fred, walking beside you. “Oh, you know I’m always happy to see you, whenever you do decide to visit your own mother,” she told him, “but I don’t get to see enough of my beautiful daughter-in-law while she’s pregnant!”

She led you to an armchair, which you were thankful for, as your legs were killing you that particular day.

“Do you want something, love?” Fred said, bending over to you while stroking your hand. “Not right now, thank you,” you replied, and he left to talk to some other family members. You, in the meantime, were being chatted up by Ginny and Hermione.

“Do you have a name picked out, yet?” Hermione asked curiously at a point. “We do, actually,” you smiled at them cheekily. “I take it you won’t tell us?” Ginny asked in a flat tone. “No, I don’t think I will,” you answered with some degree of satisfaction. “Figures,” she scoffed, glancing at Fred at the other side of the room.

“How are you feeling, now?” Hermione questioned, not having much much experience with pregnant people before. “Umm… I’d say great, in general. I mean, I took maternity leave from work, already, but most of the time I feel good, I can do everything myself,” you explained. “And I try to, as much as I can, but the look on Fred’s face - and his general demeanour - when I ask him to do something for me, is almost worth it,” you admitted. “Aww,” Hermione gushed, while Ginny clearly didn’t know what to think about her brother acting this way in a new role.

“So, can you actually feel the baby inside of you?” Ginny asked. “Yeah, all the time,” you replied and she looked a bit surprised. “You get used to it.” “D’you think I could feel them right now?” she asked, fascinated. “You might, they’re moving around a bit. Go for it,” you said, sitting up a bit straighter to turn your belly towards her. She placed her hands there, gently, and it was well visible on her face, when she felt the kick.

“Yeah, remember me, buddy. I’m the aunt in the sea of uncles,” she spoke to the baby.

Week 30

You walked back to the nursery, with a bottle of water for yourself, to see Fred still struggling amongst the pieces of the crib and with the rest of the furniture waiting in boxes.

He glanced at you. “I never quite mastered this kind of spells…” he said, scratching the back of his neck. When he waved his wand another time, the screws actually made their way into the holes, but nothing else happened.

You looked around the room once more. It was starting to shape up, yet it was missing the most important part - maybe after the baby - the furniture. You were hoping to set them up that day, so you could start organising everything - baby clothes, nappies and all. Most importantly, so you could buy cute decorations without the guilt of not knowing where you could put them.

“Maybe try-...” you started, turning back to him again, yet it seemed that at that exact moment, he got it. All the crib pieces connected together neatly and securely in place. “Oh, that worked,” you noted, walking up to him to pat him on the back. “Easy,” Fred scoffed, getting up. “Looks lovely, Darling,” you said, pulling him down to kiss his cheek. “Now’s there’s just the rest left.”

It was a nice day, spent on assembling and moving around furniture, then deciding where all the essentials were going to be.

“Good job, Weasley,” you said to Fred, giving him a slap in the ass. “Anytime,” he replied, shooting you a wink. “How about a movie now? I think we’ve earned it,” he suggested, already walking in the direction of the living room.

You talked Fred into watching a romantic comedy, but in the end, you were also convinced that he enjoyed it. You got a massage from him, helping relieve the pain in your legs and feet, and you cuddled. It made you ask yourself, why you two haven’t lived together before the pregnancy. It just made life so much better.

“Look at us, adulting the whole day and ending it with a movie and cuddles,” you commented, once the movie was over and you turned the lights back on with a flick of your wand. Fred gave you a look, smiling. “We’ll keep doing that after we’re married, won’t we?” “No, you know marriage means no cuddling or sex,” Fred replied seriously. “Right, right… Well, we’d better use the time we have left,” you pointed out. “We’d better,” he agreed.

Week 39

It started in the evening. You felt the contractions, but you brushed it off at first until you noticed, they were regular. You predicted it would still be long before the proper labour began - you even debated not telling Fred at first, so he could get as much sleep as he could - but told him eventually. But he was much calmer than you predicted.

He waited until you fell asleep, though you did not get much rest. He was able to sleep eventually, too. You went to the hospital after 16 hours from your first contractions.

It was like a whole new level of love has been opened for you after seeing how great of support Fred was to you as you were giving birth, and then again - when you saw him holding your baby. It was the same for him - seeing you bring them to the world.

They were so tiny in his arms. So delicate. And the look on his face was unlike anything you’ve ever seen. You were so happy, he was the father of your child.

You awoke from a nap, to see him holding them again. He kept staring at them with the most radiant smile on his face, then brought a finger to stroke their tiny cheek, so smooth. You hadn’t moved, and looked at them.

“I love you,” you whispered, “both of you. So, so much.”

He looked up at you, with pure adoration. “I love you too,” he whispered back, “both of you.”

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kindnessisweakness2 · 3 years

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DELUSIONAL { PART 6}

*Not my GIF *

Delaney shifted as Jax settled himself down on her sofa. They had both showered and their leftover pizza boxes from dinner littered her coffee table. It was weird how self conscious she felt around Jax now. They had done this exact routine thousands of times over the years they had known eachother. Movies and pizza. She didn't know why she was overthinking everything so much. Yes he had to act like he was madly In love with her, even in the house as they both knew the creep would be watching somehow, but Nothing had really changed between them. Not for real. Much to her disappointment.

Jax looked over as he felt Delaney move again trying to get herself comfortable. He knew what she was doing. She was trapped in her own thoughts. Feeling rage start to burn slightly in his chest as he thought that this creep was making her feel uncomfortable in her own home, he quickly turned to her. "Hey. Don't think about everything that's going on. Don't stress yourself out." Taking her hand Jax tugged her gently towards him. "Lay with me like we always do." Smiling softly Delaney settled herself between Jax's legs and lay with her head on his chest. Kissing the top of her head Jax pulled the blue throw blanket that she always kept on the back of the couch over the both of them and snuggled down with her pressed against him. For the first time in weeks Delaney drifted off to sleep with ease mentally thanking God for having someone in her life as good as Jax.

When Delaney woke up the next morning she was in her bed, Jax sleeping soundly next to her. He must of carried her to bed last night. Looking at the time she groaned as she realised she had a class in an hour. She loved dancing but she would love staying in bed with Jax so much more. Leaning over him gently Delaney shook him awake. "Morning babe" Jax mumbled as he pulled her close. Shirtless Jax was making it even harder to 1 keep her emotions in check and 2 leave the bed and be productive. "I need to be at the studio in an hour. Do you want to stay here?" Jax shook his head as he forced himself to let go of her and sit up. " No I think it's best if I come with you darlin. I'll get ready now." Delaney's eyes followed his figure all the way to the bathroom and hoped to god Jax didn't notice the lust in her eyes at the sight of him half naked.

30 minutes later and they were on their way to the studio on Jax's bike. Delaney loved being on the back of his bike. Holding him close and the rush of the wind in her ears was like nothing else. Smiling at Jax as she passed him his helmet she climbed off the bike. " You don't have to come in y'know" Delaney nervously commented. He'd never seen her dance and the thought of it made her stomach twist. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't support my girl?" Delaney's chest filled with warmth at the sound of 'boyfriend' and 'my girl'. Even if it was fake she felt her heart skip a beat. It damn near stopped though when he placed his hands either side of her face and kissed her cheek. Yep, it's official. He will be the death of her.

Leading the way into the studio she found a chair for Jax to sit off to the side on and placed her bag next to him. Everyone was already warming up so she started to get herself ready. Jax nearly lost it when she started to take her grey jogging bottoms off. "W-what the hell are you doing?" Delaney nearly laughed at the expression on his face. "I've got shorts on underneath babe. I can't dance in these". He watched her intently as she pulled on her heels and strapped her kneepads on. Getting up she started to stretch and warm up like everybody else. It felt weird this time as everyone was sneaking looks at Jax clearly intreuged as to why he was there. No one was brave enough to say anything that is until the bitch walked in. Ima took the same classes as Delaney and always tried to compete with her for everything. She stiffened as the blonde made her way over. "Hi Jax." Delaney couldn't help but roll her eyes as he muttered a quick hello back. Delaney had never got along with her. She stuck her nose in everyone's business and had no respect for any other woman attatched to the club. She'd smile at your face trying to be sweet as pie but fuck your man once your back was turned. She was vile. "Hi Delaney". Ima grinned at her. Ignoring her Delaney continued to stretch and Jax couldn't help but watch in amazement as she dropped into the splits. Ima was clearly irritated that she had been ignored by Delaney. Standing up just as class was called Delaney smiled at Jax and kissed his cheek. She could feel the anger and shock rolling off Ima and didn't feel bad to say she found it amusing. "This class won't be long baby. We can go for lunch after." Jax nodded as Delaney and Ima made their way to the front of the room glaring at eachother.

Jax couldn't believe it. The way she moved her body. She looked so good. She was so attractive to him and so talented with what she does. Delaney was out of breath after the last run through. Quickly grabbing her water bottle she downed nearly half of it and made her way back over to Jax. But before she could get there she felt a hard shove in her back. Turning to face whoever did it, Delaney scoffed loudly. She should of fucking known. "YOU messed me up. YOURE the reason I didn't get that last run through and opportunity to be in the final video of the routine." Ima shouted in her face. Jax quickly stood from the chair and made his way over. Delaney may be alot of things but a push over isn't one of them. "Fuck off! You didn't make the cut.You lost the opportunity. Have some dignity, put your big girl panties on and deal with it." Ima raised her hand to strike Delaney but before she connect she caught her hand in a vice like grip. Her eyes turned cold and Jax was hesitant to step in. "I'm only going to tell you this once. You put your fucking hands on me I wont just bust your nose this time. I'll break your jaw so fucking hard you'll never be able to get paid for sucking dick ever again. You'll be eating food through a fucking straw and I'll shove my foot so far up your coochie it won't be considered a hole anymore, it'll be a fucking bucket." Ima winced as Delaney let go of her hand and made a run to grab her bag and leave. Taking a deep breath Delaney ignored Jax as she pulled her heels off and her joggers back on. The studio was now empty and Delaney silently thanked god that no one was witness to her little outburst. "You were really good babe." Smiling at Jax Delaney went slightly red. "Thanks." Jax grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. "Ignore ima. She's just jealous. You looked amazing out there." Nodding her head Delaney looked up into his baby blues and nearly got lost. She really wished this could all be different. No game to get this guy to go away. She wanted all of this to be real. Little did she know Jax did too. He didn't know what he would ever do without her. He didn't think he could fall in love with anyone other than Tara. But he was quickly proved wrong when Delaney came into his life. He never made a move on her because he always believed she deserved better. Better than a criminal like him. She was good and pure. But him? He was tainted and bad for her.

But Jax couldn't help himself as he stood there staring into her brown eyes. They reminded him of chocolate so deep and dark he could get lost in them and never wanted to find his way out. Gently tipping his head down their lips met and neither one of them could put into words how the fireworks felt. Softly pushing her back against the white wall of the studio Jax's hands settled on her hips. He held her to him tightly. God he didn't want this moment to end. He wanted her. All of her. No other woman could come close.

And as Delaney and Jax had their first kiss, a moment that was so special and so private, they didn't realise they were being watched. Too wrapped up in their love for eachother they didn't notice the angry figure stood behind the glass window taking photos with his camera.

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Sorry it's late guys! I've been at the hospital all day. I hope you guys enjoy it please let me know what you think! Part 7 will follow shortly!

Also the choreography that I imagine Delaney doing in this chapter is Aliyah Janell's No Guidance routine. Please watch it on YouTube, shes a fantastic dancer!

Love to you all, stay safe!! 💕

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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More Time - Chpt.9

Summary: Bucky enjoys his lazy day off and decides to visit Emma at the bar like Steve did. Master list can be found HERE.

Warnings/ Content: Flirty banter, that is all :)

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! Please enjoy some patented Bucky Barnes Flirting. Said flirting could charm the panties off even the oldest meanest nun. It’s a public health hazard, I tell ya! But also, in the end, our boys finally have the talk about what all these new feelings mean. Communication is key in any relationship ya’ll! XOXO - Ash

Chapter Nine

Bucky was more than ready for his four day weekend come Thursday morning. He enjoyed the quiet, lazy time to himself after Steve left for work. Unlike Steve, Bucky had no issues wasting time around their apartment by himself. He sprawled out with General on his stomach purring away watching episodes of How It’s Made and sipping his coffee. Bucky had gone through the entire pot of coffee he’d made after lunch before he decided to be productive and catch up on laundry. He mused it was nice to be able to drink as much coffee as he wanted without judgement. It was equally nice to wear nothing but his fluffy robe while doing laundry as well. Bucky thought he could get used to having an afternoon and evening to himself once a week.

By the time dinner time rolled around Bucky was sprawled out with General on the sofa again and almost wanted to just stay in for the evening. Steve would be home around 9:30 after his one to nine shift at the VA and Bucky considered spending another four hours at home watching TV. It was tempting, but the allure of seeing Emma again had him getting up and digging through the dresser for his favorite skinny jeans. Steve always seemed to have trouble thinking when he wore them, something about the way they made his thighs look. He grabbed his favorite old henley that showed off the broad expanse of his chest and layered his leather jacket over it. Giving his hair one more finger comb in the mirror he was off and hurrying down the street wishing he had worn something heavier than just a leather jacket. The cold always unnerved him a bit.

Emma was pouring drinks for a group of women in business suits when he entered the bar and took a seat at the end where he and Steve had sat the last time he’d been in. She saw him immediately and gave him a quick smile and wave. Emma sat the drinks down for the women and headed down to greet Bucky, happy to see him again. Where Steve’s features were fair and slight, Bucky was dark and solid mass. Polar opposites that complimented each other perfectly and interested her all the same. She shook herself a little as she set down the drink napkin, “We meet again.” She said with a warm smile.

“I heard you guys make a mean burger.” Bucky joked.

“Steve seemed to enjoy his, yeah. Is this your night off?”

“Yep. Steve works late tonight and I have a four day weekend. Don’t you ever get a night off?”

“Tuesdays and Wednesdays every week. You guys just seem to always come in on the nights I’m here.”

“Lucky us.” Bucky gave her his megawatt smile and Emma did her best to seem unaffected while her knees trembled behind the bar.

“So, what’ll it be?” She asked, her voice forcibly steady.

“Whatever lager you have on tap and a bistro burger, please.”

“Coming right up.” Emma told him and she headed back to give the kitchen his order.

The bar had “Thirsty Thursday” specials going and while it made a slight uptick in customers around happy hour it was still a weeknight and Emma found time to linger down at the end of the bar to keep Bucky company while he ate. It had been a long time since Bucky had flirted with a woman and while he felt out of practice, Emma smiled and giggled at all the right places so he assumed he was doing something right. They talked about his sisters and growing up in a house full of women. Emma told him about her sister who lived back in Pennsylvania with her husband and two kids. She had come from a small town outside of Philly and moved to New York after college hoping to find work as an art consultant but ultimately finding nothing but a job tending bar at Matty’s. Bucky could have listened to her talk all night, happy to just watch her eyes light up when she got excited over something.

“Steve said the exact same thing!” Emma exclaimed when Bucky commented on the way she bounced a little on her feet instead of just standing still while they talked.

Bucky rolled his eyes dramatically, “He has no room to talk, he’s been fidgety as long as I’ve known him. The worst is trying to share a blanket on the couch and the whole damn thing shakes while he jiggles his leg.”

Emma tried not to sigh at the thought of curling up on the couch with them, all wrapped up in warm, snuggly comfort. “The bouncing helps keep my feet from getting too sore standing all night. But I do the leg jiggle thing too so I’m not commenting on that.”

“Oh god, you two would be a pair. Both of you too feisty, wiggly, and cute for your own good.”

Emma blushed deeply at that and strained to maintain her composure and not fawn over him like a teenager at the “cute” comment. “Well, you would certainly need your own blanket.” She quipped trying to keep things light but it somehow coming off a little suggestive.

Bucky grinned broadly and dimples appeared on each side of his mouth, “I’ll keep that in mind, doll.”

“Do you need anything else?” Emma asked while clearing away his plate, deciding it was easier to keep busy than hide the effect he was having on her.

“Nah, Steve will be getting home soon. I should head out.” He sounded disappointed and his smile dimmed.

Emma gave him the check and wished she had been able to keep the almost flirty banter going a little longer. The conversation had flowed so easily; Bucky asked deep, thoughtful questions and had been unexpectedly funny at times too. She wondered what it must be like at home for Steve and him. They complimented each other so well, it was no wonder they were together. Emma longed for that perfect sense of belonging with someone. She doubted at this point she’d ever find it, instead finding comfort in her place as friend, sister, and auntie.

Bucky watched Emma close herself off a little more and wished he could have prevented it. He did need to leave though and as much as he wanted to get home to Steve, he was enjoying himself.

“Tell Steve hi for me.” Emma said as she took the check and money back from Bucky.

“Will do, doll. He’ll probably be back again next week when I’m working late. A guy can get used to this: good food, good conversation, pretty girl.”

“Get home to your partner, you charmer.” Emma chuckled and gave him a light shove, noticing despairingly at how firm and solid his arm was under her hand.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” Bucky sighed, “I’ll see you next week.” He gave her one last, megawatt smile and was out the door into the chilly February night.

Steve had beaten him by a few minutes and was heating up a plate of leftovers when Bucky walked in. “Look at you.” He teased when he saw Bucky.

Bucky shrugged but knew he looked good, “Says the guy who wore dress pants and a button up to go to a bar. I at least fit in.”

“How was your night?” Steve asked, letting Bucky pull him into a full body hug.

“Really good. I see what you meant about her asking good questions. She’s so smart and funny and, damn, we are both in over our heads here, aren’t we?”

“Absolutely doomed, yeah. Is this something you would want though? I know we used to share a girl from time to time but we’re just getting back to being together. I want to make sure you know that I don’t need anyone else, you’re enough for me. It’s fun to play, but only if we both want to.”

“I’m in if you are. We both know where we stand with each other and I don’t see a problem if we both like her.” Bucky shrugged, unconcerned but appreciative that Steve had thought to worry.

“It really depends on if she’s in. It’s always gonna be you and me, but if she can accept that it could be a lot of fun.”

“Okay. No pressure. Let’s keep getting to know her and if we ever get a chance to make a move, we go for it.”

“You say ‘we’ like there’s a chance of me making a move. We both know it’ll be you and that smile if anything.”

“I don’t know, you got some moves of your own.”

“Oh really?” Steve smirked, noticing Bucky had slid his hands down to cup his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Hmm. Maybe you're right. I feel like making a move right now, as a matter of fact.” Steve ground his hips against Bucky’s, making a small huffing sound as Bucky groaned. That was all it took for dinner to be forgotten, both of them a little worked up over the closeness of their bodies and the thought of sharing their affection with the sweet red headed bartender who had caught their eye.

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dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt · 5 years

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You can pick which ocs or all or none! Just some general questions: what's their daily routine? Dream job? Favorite baby names? Favorite animal? And comfort movie/movie genre?

ANON HELLO LOVE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKIN!! :D

This is gonna be for all of them, sooo…. under the cut bc I’m Considerate X’D

Daily Routine:

JuneWake up at 5AM because they crashed out on the couch and forgot to shut the blinds the whole way so Bright, stumble into bed till 10AM when their dog Taco wakes them up again. They feed him, have breakfast (usually leftovers.) Occasionally at this point they will go back to Hell for a while, check up on things (they are the Master of the Kennels after all, Dante’s happy to cover for them most of the time but they still have some Responsibilities.) On a normal day, though, they’ll probably just stay inside watching the worst Netflix has to offer (they love picking things apart/making fun at how bad it is.) In the evening, they always take Taco out for a walk (sometimes they do so in the morning as well.) Once it gets dark, they go out to the night’s bad diner/restaurant/fast food place and have fun terrifying the humans. Then they come home, have a shower/bath, do a face-mask, read one of the numerous shitty romance novels they have, and end up falling asleep on the couch most nights.

AugustWake up at 6AM or 12PM depending on whether or not she drank herself into unconsciousness the night before. Eat some healthy breakfast involving a lot of fruit (especially peaches, she loves peaches), and then she usually goes for a nice flight to stretch her wings for the day + wake up properly. After that, it’s work at home time (if she’s employed, sometimes she’s not.) Due to her ADHD, she suffers a lot from lack of focus and executive dysfunction, in order to combat that, she takes several long breaks throughout the day: to work out, to eat lunch, and to practice dance. When the sun sets, she eats dinner, goes for another flight, has a shower/bath, pampers herself a bit, and then practices her sword-play until 10PM, when she goes to bed or starts drinking till she passes out, depends. She has a few days a week dedicated to dancing, and goes to visit her siblings frequently - not to mention that her routine changes whenever she has a partner.

MyriadHonestly, they don’t have a routine. They’re so chaotic and they act almost entirely on their whims; if they want to do something, they will do it. The only consistent things in their life are hanging out with their many friends and doing their job, AKA. punishing the wicked in the most painful ways they can think up. So they could spend a day go-karting, a day assassinating someone for a lot of money, a day watching Disney films, a day spent in a club, a day fighting a unicorn while Mothman and a Jersey Devil watch and take bets, honestly who knows, my dude.

GingerShe never stays in one place too long and is travelling most of the time (she prefers driving to flying, and will hellgate her way onto a different continent instead of take a plane.) She’ll wake up either in the back of her car or in a cheap roadside motel and get on the road, stopping at any place that looks interesting (she’s especially fond of retro diners…. and yes, if there’s a jukebox, she will absolutely select a few What’s New Pussycat-s.) Might drop by to visit some friends, might flirt with a few girls as she goes. A life of adventure, rinse and repeat.

DanteDepends on where he is (eg. in Hell vs with Jesse and Vrox in their apartment), but the foundations stay the same: wake up early, take a shower, eat breakfast, warm up, work out, and then get down to business. Even if he wasn’t in Hell, he’ll go back there because managing the Kennels is his job, after all. He’ll check in on all the hounds, make sure everybody is accounted for and that nothing disastrous has happened (looking at you, Alric, we don’t eat people, do we?) He’ll check in on any new souls/hounds that have joined during the night and give them an explanation and welcome them into the pack. Then it’s time for lessons: aka, fight training. He normally teaches in big classes since it’s more efficient, but he occasionally does it one-on-one or two-on-one, etc. He also has an on-off mortal job teaching self defense when he feels like it. By the time it’s done, the day’s over. He might crash out straight away, or he’ll go back to earth and spend the night with Jesse and Vrox, or he’ll go and check up on June and spend time with them. Of course, he has days off, but this is his usual routine.

JesseWakes up at about 5:30AM, takes a minute to regret staying up till 3AM the night before, says good morning to boyfriend(s) within hearing range, puts his earbuds in to listen to music (alternatively talks to Dante if he’s there, because he’d always get up at the same time as him), then makes himself an absurdly big bowl of cereal and chows down. He has a job as a cashier in a 7-Eleven on weekdays so he normally goes to that, he also has an art class in the evenings every Tuesday. After his shift, he’ll go and check in on Vrox, who volunteers at an animal shelter, and they’ll normally go and get a late lunch. Then it’s normally home, or, if it’s a Tuesday, home by 10PM. He normally selects an album of choice and cranks the volume on the speakers, orders takeout for dinner, has a shower (using most of the hot water, rip Vrox), and dances (badly) with his boyfriend(s) until it’s time for bed. But… to put it delicately… not a lot of sleep happens right away. ahem. Also, if there is some kind of protest that he agrees with, he is most likely in on it holding a sign. He and Vrox have fighting lessons with Dante just like all the other hounds.

VroxUsually wakes up when Jesse does, but goes back to sleep because his shift starts at 9:30. He gets up, eats the leftover takeout if there is any leftover from Jesse’s bottomless pit of a stomach, and heads off. He’ll send a bunch of cute/funny photos and texts to Jesse throughout the day about the animals. Most of the time he schedules his therapy appointments for Tuesdays so while Jesse’s at art class he’s also doing something productive. He goes home afterward, has a quick shower in fear of the hot water running out because his asshole boyfriend always uses all of it, has dinner, enjoys the skull-shaking music blasting through the apartment, and goes to bed. He often loses control of his anger and needs to be locked up in a cage in Hell for a few days until he can change back from his hound form, but mostly his life is pretty uneventful.

BenHe’s a consistent little mouse man who tries to keep his head down and whose life has no surprises or excitement whatsoever. He wakes up at 7AM, has a shower, makes an instant coffee while he gets dressed, and goes to work, most often without any breakfast. He’s a teacher, so he’ll work the whole day, grab a sandwich from the little shop on the corner not far from the school when he has a moment, and then when the day’s over he’ll go home, heat up some canned soup or something and eat dinner while reading. He’ll go to bed, read for a few hours and most likely fall asleep while reading in the most uncomfortable position possible. Rinse and repeat. His only source of excitement is when Ginger shows up without warning and drags his boring ass out to do something fun for once.

EmalaLike her older brother, Emala is very dedicated to her work, which is in her case being a nurse at a children’s hospital. It takes up most of her time and she feels guilty any days she takes off, thinking that she should be there for the kids, and that as an angel she could do a better job of taking care of them and keeping them safe (not that she ever thinks this as insult toward human nurses, they are saints in her eyes and extremely talented.) She has a routine that runs super smoothly, get up early, drink some citrus tea, make her bed, say hello to her pet bird Sweet, have some breakfast, and go to work. When she gets home she lets Sweet out again, makes dinner, has a bath, occasionally does a face mask if she has the energy left or otherwise just moisturizes her skin, then crawls into bed, and admittedly cries most nights. Her job is incredibly taxing on her, she feels like she fails with every patient lost, and crying helps. She’s a big campaigner for unashamed crying. On her rare days off she either spends time with her siblings, goes for a wander around the city, or takes an Uber out into the countryside and finds somewhere nice for a picnic… but honestly most of the time she just chills out in her apartment with Sweet, reading, drinking tea and watching art tutorials because they are deeply calming to her.

MarsMars tends to spend a lot more time in Heaven than his siblings: he is the leader of his particular ‘family’ of angels, so he has more responsibilities than they do (it’s a running joke that he just boils with fond exasperation that they get to run around doing whatever they want while he has the ~REAL~ work.) Much like Dante with the pack, Mars make sure nothing disastrous is happening, that nobody in the family is breaking God’s rules, that they’re guarding the humans correctly, etc. When he is on earth, he enjoys travelling and doing whatever he wants whenever he wants. While he has no patience for work, he does greatly enjoy learning, so he often takes classes on subjects he is interested in. He has a lot of friends so he spends a lot of time at parties, mostly holding them himself since his homes have a lot of space. And if he has a partner at the time, he will be spending a lot of time with them… unfortunately. And he visits his baby sisters a lot, because Father knows he needs to look after them.

TacoBARK AT PIGEONS. A LOT. ANNOY THE MASTER. A LOT. EAT. A LOT. COMPLAIN ABOUT NOT HAVING ENOUGH FOOD. A LOT. BITE THE MASTER’S FEET. A LOT. WAG TAIL VERY A LOT. GO FOR A LOT WALK. MAKE NEW A LOT NEW FRIENDS. NAP. A LOT. FUN!! :D

Dream Jobs:

JuneThey landed their dream job already. Master of Hell’s Kennels. Very minimal work on their part since their second-in-command does most of it gladly. All they have to do is check on things every once in a while, other than that, they can kick back and relax. As you may be able to tell, June is a lazy little bugger - and proud of it, too!

AugustShe actually likes her current job quite a bit: graphic design. It’s calming for her, she gets to be creative, and since she can work from home, she can adjust it as needed for their mental health. She also tried being a ballet teacher… she liked it in theory, but she’s not the best teacher, unlike her eldest brother.

MyriadThey own several nightclubs, they also have a tendency of making certain people disappear while also mysteriously acquiring a large amount of cash around the same time. Generally if you pay them, they’ll do pretty much anything… just make sure you don’t try to sic them on a target who is a good person, that won’t end well for you since they always do their research. But they are the demon of punishment, and the work they were made for is by far their favourite job.

GingerShe’s had pretty much every job there is to have in her very long life, but none of them suit her. She prefers to be a free, unemployed bird with all her amassed money, only working when she absolutely has to. She’s no exactly picky though when it comes to it, so long as she’s not stuck behind a desk/generally unable to move around, she is an energetic gal.

DanteSoldier. But since June’s grounded him from fighting in any more wars since he almost got himself killed last time (and almost left THEM with the full responsibility of the pack, how dare he, it’s not at all like they actually care about him or anything it’s not at all like that) he’s fallen back to the next best thing: self defense training (and in the case of the pack, war training.) He likes the idea of helping people become stronger and more confidant, with the upside of maybe saving some lives. He also likes being the pack’s enforcer and June’s second-in-command. He enjoys looking after his new, big family, and he’s always been a natural leader.

JesseFamous artist. At least, that was his dream as a little kid. Now with the whole ‘living forever’ thing, he’s sort of given up. He doesn’t want to have to fake his own death or anything. He doesn’t really know what he wants anymore, and while that does make him feel sad and listless at times, he’s also pretty content with his life at the moment.

VroxHas never had any idea. He really like being around animals, though, maybe when he’s got his anger issues more under-control he’ll seek out actual work with them, like being a dog trainer.

BenBefore he fell, he was very reckless and irresponsible and never wanted to do anything work-related. After he fell, he realized what a jackass he’d been and also realized that A) he’d always loved kids, B) he has a fuck ton of knowledge due to how long he’d been alive, and C) wanted to become a teacher. He threw himself into the career and he loves it.

EmalaShe’s the angel of healing, it’s always been her thing. She flits from being a nurse to being a doctor every couple of centuries or so, and she prefers to work in children’s hospitals since she has a soft spot for kids, like her older brother.

MarsHas always been pretty happy with being the leader of his angelic family, even if he does complain about his little sisters getting off Scot-free while he got landed with it. He has absolutely no patience for mortal jobs, though, especially since his time on earth is his free time, he doesn’t want another job.

TacoIs very happy + content with his role as June’s therapy animal companion and protector (because a tiny black pug is absolutely terrifying and very fierce and absolutely nobody would mess with him.)

Favourite Baby Names:

Honestly part of the reason this took so long was because I was wracking my brains trying to think what they liked, but they wouldn’t talk to me about it. A lot of them have literally never thought about it, since demons are infertile (or rather, they think they are) and angels are forbidden from ever having children - and most of them don’t give a shit. But, that being said:

JuneThey were going to name their baby girl Lía.

AugustLikes the name River. She just think it’s pretty, not intended for any baby tho since the idea of piping-hot-mess-August with a baby is pretty laughable, even without God’s rule in place.

EmalaReally likes very common baby names, like Tom for a boy and Ava for a girl. Though she is proud of being an angel and her power and her ability to help others, sometimes she just wants a normal life with a normal family. She desperately wants children of her own, always has, though she tries not to dwell on it, because it makes her sad.

Favourite Animal:

JuneDogs. They hate dogs slightly less than they hate all other living creatures.

AugustShe likes cats. Like calls to like, I guess, since she practically is a cat in angel form.

MyriadSnakes. Hey, venomous buddies gotta stick together! (She actually has a very not venomous pet ball python named Albert.)

GingerHorses. Speed and power are kind of her thing.

DanteSharks 110%.

JesseActually loves cats and is devastated that cats no longer like him.

VroxLoves all animals but does have a soft spot for small ones like mice/hamsters/etc. They’re just… so small… if you want to see Vrox terrified, fascinated and borderline teary from love just dump a hamster in his hands.

BenThere’s a little spider that lives in the corner of his room next to his stack of philosophy books. He hasn’t named it, but they exist together in a companionable peace: if you asked him, he’d say it was his favourite animal.

EmalaLoves birds with her whole heart and is always salty that birds tend to like August more than they like her.

MarsLoves birds like Emala, particularly birds of prey. He has dabbled in falconry several times and greatly enjoys it.

TacoHIMSELF. ALSO. ANYTHING BUT PIGEONS.

Favourite Movie Genre(s):

JuneAnything trashy and terrible, no matter what the genre. June is a connoisseur of shitty things and loves ripping things to shreds like the little vulture they are. They love bad horror movies for the bad special effects, bad romcoms for the terrible plots and forced chemistry (though they do kinda gag a bit at the romance because they are~ ~allergic~ to love.) Generally if you give them a terrible movie, they will be the world’s happiest little demon. Their absolute favourite ones, though, are slasher horror films and black comedies.

AugustShe loves romantic comedies, NEVER LET HER TELL YOU ANY DIFFERENTLY. She also likes dramas though.

MyriadCan watch and enjoy anything, but prefers lighthearted things like comedies and particularly likes slapstick because they’re an actual 2 year old. They also enjoy thrillers and sci-fi.

GingerAbsolutely an action gal but will also go for a romance anytime.

DanteLikes Disney/Pixar movies and is kinda proud of it. Also finds westerns and action cool.

JesseHonestly loves art films and niche/indie films in general. He gets a bit annoyed that so many amazing movies are never shown to the wider public eye and is on a mission to find/watch them all. + Since he missed out on so much time between the time he died and now, he watches a wide range of movies from black-and-white to the present to try and catch up.

VroxLikes adventure/action/thriller movies, or generally movies where, quote “things actually happen.” no he doesn’t share Jesse’s more metaphorical and creative streak

BenHe, with a lot of shame, likes family movies. He’s so stressed and sad in day to day life, he doesn’t want to feel that while watching fictional media. Whenever he does actually get around to watching movies, he wants the feel-good stuff.

EmalaRomance, documentaries, drama, mystery, fantasy - Mala loves a wide range of movies. And while horror isn’t her favourite genre, she can watch any horror movie without flinching once; she’s rather unimpressed by them.

MarsDefinitely that guy who goes back to watch the old silent films a lot. He doesn’t like fast-paced stuff, prefers mysteries and dramas to anything else. He thinks comedy is a bit tasteless, and likes well-crafted movies that have deeper meanings.

TacoDog movies!! Movies with dogs!! Yes!!!!1!

#Anon #asks #August is so so SO delightfully easy to roast #:')#sorry for typos I am sO bad at editing #nobody should let me near a keyboard honestly #my OCs #ANON I LOVE U AND OWE U MY FIRSTBORN CHILD OKAY #THANK YOU SO MUCH #<3 <3 <3 #also I added Taco bc of course Taco is the best OC I have ever and will ever make #:D

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jvmiecommon · 5 years

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Valentines 4/4

I lie on the quilted duvet, the kind I’ve cocooned myself in at my nanny’s home since I was a child, and watch the iridescent drapes flutter beside the open window. I rub the pillowcase between my thumb and index finger, a technique for self-soothing my mother accidentally taught me through a story once.

The guest house I conscientiously rented for our weekend getaway now pronounces a lacking I ignored in our interactions. The framed love notes seem cheesy, the comfort I expected to feel from the hearth of the fire and the chill of the February air feels empty. I’ve been lying on the single bed in the loft for about a half hour, another quirky aspect of the rental I thought we’d laugh at. Pushing the single mattresses together like a childhood sleepover, making sleeping together feel new again. Instead, I curl up and pick leftover mascara from my lashes and try not to think about the dishes.

We’d only been awake shy of an hour when he brought up the dishes. I think he meant to find solace, expecting me to comfort him in his feeling of defeat over his position on our family. Last week, I started a new job. A good job I’d been longing for since before we had her, one with benefits and interesting clients and environment where I finally felt my age again. Leading up to my first day, I’d ravaged every room in our house with Lysol wipes and strong cleaners, trying to prepare my home for the battle it would face at the mercy my toddler and her father with almost less understanding of what it takes to run a household. On the third day I removed everything from the kitchen cupboards, a task I hadn’t undertaken since before she was born, and spent an entire day rearranging pots and pans with a label maker as if I had nothing better to do with my freedom.

We’d discussed rearranging the kitchen for weeks, him constantly theorizing on ways to make it more convenient without ever actually considering who spent their time cooking there. Then, on a whim of what he believed compromise and what I saw as concession, he decidedly exchanged the items in one cupboard for the next. Beaming with pride at the accomplishment, he was devastated to learn that his “help” had caused more hazard and that I would subsequently take on the kitchen as a whole the following week. He was shocked at my lack of gratitude, my blank stare as I explained that cleaning spaces and moving things were different tasks, that the baskets got stuck in the smaller drawers and that doing things without foresight and intention was worse then doing nothing at all. He shrunk quietly into himself, writing narratives in his head about how unreachable my expectations were and how impossibly irrational I must be. I tried to tell myself I was not parenting my partner, that I had not become my mother, that this man did not tell others he lived in fear of my wrath - yet was never fearful enough to listen.

I can still hear him downstairs, the breakfast I left on the coffee table likely sitting chilled while he rattles his own dishes full of warm eggs and cooked greens, a recipe I carefully planned knowing his dislike for carbs in the morning. I cannot quite discern the difference between the fire crackling and the dishes, but I know that he’s not stewing as I am, and this makes me sink even deeper into the mattress. I begin to regret running upstairs in tears, making my point seem melodramatic and less important. I also regret leaving my book on the table, my laptop on the island. I stare in the mirror propped against the far wall and wonder how long I’ll choose to be angry for. Retreating was a statement, returning would be a concession; and after four years of acceptance, of alcoholism and poor judgement and mismanagement and absolute disrespect; I wonder if I’ll ever go downstairs again.

After a week at my new job, I returned home to find a week’s worth of dishes in the sink, and a toddler unfed, unwashed, with toys strewn around her like a small city. She, the mayor of tiny humans and tinier things carefully picks up each item, studies its merits, and lobs it towards the floor with a crash so loud I wonder how he never notices the carnage. I search for the dinners I’ve left in the fridge; then chase after the girl I love more than anything in hopes to see fifteen minutes of her before the sleep settles into her eyes. I feed her dinner, him too, then send them up to bed while I clean up the volcano that is her toy basket and load the dishwasher.

I do this begrudgingly…

In part because I’ve awoken an extra hour early all week to set out their lunches and prepare their breakfasts.

In part because I’ve spent two hours walking and on streetcars and on trains to be back here.

In part because I’m giving up those two hours with my daughter only to come home and clean up after them as if I’d been their all day anyways.

I say nothing.

The shower turns on downstairs, and I slyly sneak down to find my laptop and the book I bought weeks ago in a small bookstore I’ve always known about and rarely been to. I sit on the bed and read, and pace, and listen to the hum of water running. I picture asking him to leave, to let this vacation become personal solace yet remember I’d have no way home. I picture leaving myself, but remember the three hundred dollars I charged to an already exceedingly high credit card in order to give us some time to find ourselves again. To feel good alone again, to not spend a retrospectively cheesy valentine’s day weekend fighting over the dishes again.

As I arrive home the next night to an unfed, unwashed toddler, he bulges his eyes and turns his back not before holding his finger up to tell me “one minute” as I ask if anyone has eaten yet. I go to warm the chicken fingers I told myself I would never buy my child and as I open the cupboard, I realize that all the dishes I’d meticulously organized have been piled so high into one cupboard they’re awaiting their place as confetti on the floor. I squeeze my eyes shut and fight every nerve that tells me to rip the dishes from the shelf and cause the catastrophe he’s asking for. I explained this. I cleaned and organized, rearranged and explained. I did all of this so that he wouldn’t be so overwhelmed with the responsibility of waking and feeding his child. I conceded to his irrational needs for unqualified order and the constant rearranging of a two-hour time block to increase his productivity, or personal mindfulness or whatever other issue he’d decided on that week. I did everything I felt in my power to help him find the dishes and keep them clean, and instead, they’ll smash to the floor on a whim of broken rage.

He blames the dishes on his unwillingness to cook.

To clean.

To contribute.

He blames my need for order, not his, for his devastation, blames my expectations for his defeat and distain. He tells me I should’ve been more grateful for his initial efforts, and that an apology should be enough. Even now, I feel crazy for being so angry. For the contractions in my stomach and the stinging in my eyes and the batshit anger bordering on absolutely losing my mind over bowls and plates. I remember a self help book about women who snap and consider what would happen if I went to jail for killing the man who couldn’t remember how to put away the dishes correctly, picturing the headlines as I go.

I stare at the broken cabinet doors and the spray painted chandelier and the brick wall that looked original in the photos but fake up close and realize that two days of quiet wouldn’t have made it better, even if I hadn’t stormed upstairs in a fury over the dishes two weeks and twenty minutes away. We will go home, and they will still be there. In fact, I’ll move them to their rightful home and the next time I open the cupboard, they’ll be gone again. They’ll have moved and he will say sorry and roll his eyes and we’ll fight again on our next vacation I plan praying our relationship will find it’s way again. The dishes will move but I’ll still be here, no matter how many times I try to leave and find my place. I’ll always end up back where he puts me.

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littledreamybeth · 6 years

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Can you feel my love?

I usually didn’t plan to write anything for a while but then this concept popped up :D Hope you enjoy it! Please, leave feedbacks behind! It’s not that difficult to write one little sentence. Tell me if you liked it or not, that’s already enough for me :) Thx <3 (both pictures are not mine!!!)

Nothing better could ever describe the feeling of coming home to the person you love the most and letting yourself being wrapped in their arms, drowning yourself in the warmth of their body after a long day at work.

Once Harry unlocks his front door and steps into the safety and security of his apartment, he lets out a relieved sigh. Spotting his girlfriend sitting cosily on his couch, wearing one of his sweaters and munching on a crisp from the package in her hand while watching another episode of Friends, a smile makes its way on his lips. Throughout the day he has missed her so much. His day has started by waking up early in the morning and not being able to say goodbye to his love who still was sleeping by that time he had to leave to the studio, staying there till the late hours of the day. Of course, Harry couldn’t bring himself to wake her up- she looks very cute when she sleeps- so he let her dwell longer in the land of dreams, giving her a kiss on her forehead before he went off.

“Welcome back!” He hears her voice calling from the living room.

Striping off his boots from his feet, he strolls to his girlfriend who still has her eyes glued on the TV screen. With an exhausted sigh, he lets himself falling smoothly onto her body, being already awaited by the longing arms of Y/N. She catches him and presses his head gently against her chest.

“Hey, love,” Harry mumbles, enjoying the sensation that her fingers leave behind when they brush through the long strands of his hair. He hums contently, burying his face closer into her chest. The soft beating of her heart hitting his ear is enough to lull him to sleep.

“How was work?” Y/N inquires.

“Tiring. Had a meeting in which we settled the tour days, interviews and stuff. Sat in this conversation hall for hours.”

“Awww, my poor baby,” Y/N remarks with a giggle.

“The boys say hello. Niall’s invited us for barbecue for some time. Thinks we all need to get together before tour starts again. Would be lovely to hang out, I think.”

“It definitely would. I have some leftovers in the fridge and if you’d like I can warm them up.”

Harry shakes his head. “Had something to eat already. Went out with ma pals once I finally got out of that hell of studio.”

“Drama queen.”

Harry lifts up his head and rolls his eyes at her. “What were you up to all day? Sorry I couldn’t text you that much. Like I’ve said, I was trapped between those four walls.”

“It’s okay,“ Y/N says, petting his hair. “Nothing much actually. I’ve gone shopping with Ella and we had lunch together at some restaurant. Came back home and haven’t left the couch since.”

Y/N has been busy with college and studying that she had no chance to relax properly. Now that she has finally finished all her exams, she thought she rewarded herself with a lazy afternoon on the couch while watching her favourite series.

She earns a nod from him. “Missed you...”

“I missed you too, Harry.” Her lips meet his forehead. She feels his body getting heavier on hers and notices that he’s at the verge of falling asleep on her. Not that she would ever complain, she actually loves to watch him a lot when he sleeps but Harry seems so tired and fatigued from his day, it would be better for him to go to bed right now.

Before she can address her thoughts to him, Harry gets up and kisses her lips gently.

“I’m off to bed, love,“ he informs her. “Don’t stay awake for long, okay?”

“Will do. Let me just watch this episode and then I’ll join you.”

She watches him passing the corner of the hall and after turning left he’s out of her sight.

Not an hour later, she silently opens the door to their bedroom, only to catch her angel lying in between the comfy white sheets of their bed.

(Note: Imagine Harry with long hair)

Her hear melts to the sight. Every day she falls more in love with this man and there are even times in which she really questions if he’s real or just a product of her imagination. But he’s real than a human could ever be. He’s a blessing to this world, she’s figured this out long time ago.

She strips out of her clothes and slips next to Harry.

His hair is sprawled all across the pillow, even masking a little bit of his face and soft snores escape his slightly open lips. What a true honour it is to witness him in this vulnerable state. After one year of dating, Y/N still can’t believe that the Harry Styles from One Direction has chosen to love her, and only her. She’s no one famous with no special reputation, just a normal girl from London but with a personality as golden and pure as it ever could be- enough to attract Harry’s attention.

She brushes his curls from his face and observes his features. Her heart doing flips while she watches him.

“My sleeping beauty,” she whispers softly in his ear. Harry doesn’t stiff at all. He sleeps hard like a stone. One of her hand glides around his bare stomach, tightening its hold on him while her other hand caresses his messy hair. Her face bents forward, letting her lips meeting the base of his jaw where she puckers tiny little kisses on the soft skin.

“I love you so much,” she tells him. She really loves to murmur sweet nothings in his ear while he sleeps. By this way, she often gets the courage to tell him unspeakable things which she would never say to him out of embarrassment even though there is nothing she has to feel uncomfortable about. What she doesn’t know is that Harry sometimes-if he isn’t tired enough- pretends to be falling asleep just because he absolutely adores listening to the wonderful things she says that build him up.

Harry mostly radiates self-confidence but even he has his insecurities as well.

“You’ve worked so hard on your dreams and I’m so proud how far you’ve come. Despite all the media attacks, all the fame and all the stress you go through every day, you still manage to keep your feet on the ground and I really admire that. I love how you try to make people happy, I love how you try to make up your time for sick children and teenagers only to put a smile on their faces. I love how you try to make their wishes to meet you come true. You support so many communities and charities, Harry, people like you rarely exist in this world. They try to break you but you reach out to them with kindness. You have such a large fan base that’s got your back, even elder people do like you Harry, I really adore this. I recently saw a post on Instagram in which a girl describes how much her father likes you and your music and I kind of had to laugh about it. It’s adorable.”

She nuzzles her face on his shoulder blade. “I love your freaky side, the way you try to entertain people and make them laugh. I love your serious side and how you always put the ones you love first, also when it comes to their safety. But I also love your vulnerable side, you may think that it’s not normal for men to cry but it is. It is okay to feel down at times. We’re all human beings. Even Harry Styles.”

Kissing the skin of his shoulder, she continues.

“Thank you for everything you do for me. I’ve never fell for somebody as hard as I fell for you. You make me feel so special and so loved. You showed me the wonderful side of this world. I owe you for a lifetime. There is no place I ever want to be except by your side.”

Being slightly overwhelmed by her emotions, Y/N suppresses the tears in her eyes.

“I’ll see you in the morning, H,” she yawns, feeling her limbs slowly getting heavier, cuddling closer against him, her front meeting his back.

“Goodnight, my shining star.”

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bipilots · 6 years

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💙💙There's a lot of stars in the night sky, and they all are so bright, but I look at you and you outshine all the lights tonight💙💙 P.s. It rained all day today and it was amazing, yet I can't even describe how it made me feel. I mean I got annoyed at having wet socks, but there's just something about standing in the rain for a second that brings you down to earth and makes you think "oh yeah, I'm alive and surviving". I hope you had an amazing day and that you had some good weather❤️

you can’t see me but i have heart eyes rn. BLUEEEEE!!!!! i’m kinda back!!!! (kinda as in i filled up my queue and im feeling better so you’ll see me more often but im still a tiny dumpster gremlin in ghost version) I’m so sorry for your socks but i totally get the feeling - it happens to me when i listen to good music or when i see the stars, like, shit, i’m alive, and it’s actually pretty cool?? anyway i love every single one of your asks to death and each one made me smile super hard (my fave is the valentine’s one though oh my god i loved that)i might as well answer all your questions here, right?? in random order just because!

a. i’m not great with mornings, because uni classes are on hold (and even if they weren’t, i’ve been practically an hermit for the past half year, hah) so i’m home with nothing to do but study - that means i naturally tend to stay up late and wake up at noon... not my most productive habit, i guess, but what can you do. Breakfast and lunch end up colliding so i usually cook or eat some leftovers. When I have classes, I try really hard to have breakfast but i’m always super late so being healthy is nearly impossible;; my go to is cake or cookies, and things that i can shove down pretty quickly with a glass of water before i sprint to the car to try and not lose the train... hahab. January fucking lasted five years?????? it was never ending???? bad shit happened so maybe that helped, but talking with other people it seems like that’s the common feeling. February, on the other hand, flew by??? I also planned it as if it had thirty days and i just recently realized it only has 28 so like,,, help. aand i have to admit I didn’t watch the super bowl because it’s not big in my country, like, i don’t even think they show it on tv? i’m also not very big on sports in general, i just watch ice skating sometimes because it’s magical c. I’m a winter baby!!! My birthday is pretty unfortunate, since it’s on the 29th of december and everyone is always away on holiday...and people tend to give me just one gift because christmas is so close ://I love snow and prefer winter to summer (it gets too hot, i hate being sweaty), but I LOVE SPRING!!! And fall, but spring is my fav. I love finally being able to go around in t-shirts and my cool leather jacket. I also love the colors, the smells, the sounds, and everything about nature in spring. spring showers are just wonderful ((wait wait when is your birthday? i want to know!!!!!!))d. does glitter nail polish count as a poison fruit??? If not, I would eat the fuck out of molten lava js - and naphthalene............e. look at me being a shitty friend and wishing you HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! almost two months later......... but i tried, okay, that must mean at least something? My new year’s resolution is pretty cliché and cheesy- I actually just wished to be happy. There are more smaller goals hidden in there, but that’s the biggest one. i guess you kind of got that but 2017 didn’t treat me (and anyone, really) that well so i feel like making more concrete resolutions would be against me. I mainly plan to go where the flow brings me, trying to cherish every small improvement and taking my time to get my shit back together one step at a time. What about yours?f. finally, this isn’t an answer to a question but a little thank you note because you’re fucking wonderful??? how did i manage to get someone like you to talk to me at all???? you’re a ray of sunshine (not the kind that hurts your eyes but the gentle kind that warms your heart and makes you happy to be alive). I just can’t express how much your messages have meant (and still mean) to me. reading them makes me smile so much that my cheeks hurt, even at the times when i feel shitty and want to quit everything forever. you remember i offered a three hours hug? I’m extending it to ten hours, minimum. I hope this year and every year after treat you well like you deserve and, in a more immediate way, I hope you’re having the greatest day!!!!!!!!!! you wonderful human being, i love you so so much, what the hell

#blue hearts anon #long post #(under cut)#i'm warning you this is rambling followed by cheesiness so #im amazed at your pick up lines tbh #they're all so good???#oh boy #hey blue ily #js #bibabbles #Anonymous

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soap-brain · 7 years

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look i know nobody asked, but here, have the extensive character ask meme for chril :)

i’m putting this under a cut because it’s 50 questions but ... guys. seriously. chril is a good ship.

What does their bedroom look like?

They live on a pretty high up floor, with a view of the sea from the kitchen and balcony; the bedroom is practically on the other side, with a view of the city. They turn the glass opaque at night so only shapes and muted lights shimmer through. their bed is right in the middle, massively king sized, seemingly built into the wall that has little cubic ornaments and cubicles that are perfect for storing lube, a book, a PADD or two, and a couple pictures of them. They usually have plain white sheets, some have gray patterns, and the stuffing is down. They also have quite the number of pillows, plus an extra blanket that's incredibly thick, in case Phil gets cold. Phil sleeps on the door-side (mostly), so that's where there's a little bedside table with a lamp, while Chris sleeps on the window side. opposite the bed is the wardrobe, which spans the entire wall and reaches up to the ceiling (even though they only use the uppermost levels for things they very rarely need, because neither are tall enough to get there without a stool). It's got two full-size mirrors, which you can luckily turn opaque as well; otherwise they would freak Phil out. There's a door to the bathroom on the headboard-wall on Phil's side, and between Phil's side and the door there's also a thick, fluffy white carpet, so he doesn't get cold feet. The headboard-wall is panelled with warm chocolate brown wood; the wall with the door to the living area is simply colored white, the door itself white as well. The door to the bathroom is made from the same wood as the wall panelling, and would merge seamlessly, so they have to leave it open a bit so they find it at night.

Do they have any daily rituals? Chris gets up first to go for a run at an ungodly hour, while Phil forces himself to crawl out of their blanket cocoon and make breakfast. The run wakes Chris up, and not having to exist with another person for the first forty-five minutes of being awake in the morning makes Phil marginally less grumpy. (And Chris not making breakfast keeps the entire block standing.) At night, Chris usually finishes up work while Phil goes through his daily yoga routine; if Chris finishes earlier, he’ll watch Phil. Phil showers while Chris locks up, they brush their teeth together and crawl into bed together. If one of them has to stay up for work (more often than not it’s Chris, but if Phil’s preparing for a convention or a lecture, it’s him), they remind the other to go to bed sometime or coax them into going to bed now. Chris says goodnight, Phil says I love you, there’s a goodnight kiss every night.

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often? Chris has the most rigorous exercise regimen this side of the galaxy. He hits the gym almost every day - Mondays and Wednesdays he does legs, Tuesdays and Thursdays arms, Fridays a little bit of everything, Saturdays swimming and Sundays yoga with Phil, and he goes running every day before breakfast (except on Sundays, where they go running together in the late afternoon). If the weather is good he’ll happily swap the gym for his longboard and take to the waves. Phil does yoga on most evenings, unless he’s too tired. It helps with his back and releasing stress from his work. He goes running two to three times a week, depending on his schedule.

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy? Well, Chris isn’t allowed in the kitchen. It’s a matter of international security, so Phil is the one who cooks. They also order takeout every now and then, and Fridays or Saturdays often see them going out to one of their favorite restaurants.

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.) Chris has taken to not always showering right after working out, simply because Phil is very, very appreciative of him all sweaty, but most of the time they don’t have time to fool around, so he usually takes a water shower in the morning and a sonic in the evening, if he feels like it. He’ll also often let his hair grow out a bit, get some stubble, and if a shirt is a bit dirty - well, c’est la vie and all that. Regarding his workspace - it looks tidy, especially the one at home, but that’s because Phil makes him keep it tidy. Chris’ idea of tidiness is “shove it all into a closet and hope nothing falls out”. He claims to always know where everything is, though. Phil is a tad obsessed with personal hygiene. Maybe it’s leftover trauma from his childhood, maybe it’s him being a doctor, but he’ll shower at least three times a day - a sonic in the morning, a sonic when he comes home from work and a real water shower before he goes to bed. When he operates, he’ll have a sonic before and after, and he’ll never wear a shirt more than three days. Chris also still teases him for having a schedule for taking care of his nails, for having very strict preferences for hygiene products (and for cleaning products too), but considering how Chris uses his shampoo and body wash most of the time, Phil thinks Chris shouldn’t be allowed to say anything. Also, there is no such thing as unshaven Phil (unless Chris begs a whole lot). Phil is probably the most organized person on the planet. He says it’s because he actually keeps a planner, Chris thinks it’s witchcraft. Phil is rather OCD about especially his office at work. Funnily enough, it’s Chris who insists on cleaning their apartment so it adheres to some rigorous standards that he made up.

Eating habits and sample daily menu The great tragedy in their love is that Phil is a vegetarian. Chris is very decidedly not, but the only meat Phil will make on a regular basis is bacon for breakfast. Chris has toast for breakfast, usually with egg, bacon and/or ham and cheese, Phil swears by yoghurt with cereal and fruits. Lunch is either at their workplace’s cafeteria or at one of the little cafés they love. For dinner they sometimes get takeout (there’s that one place that does a mixture between Andorian and Thai and both of them would kill for that), but most of the time Phil cooks. He’s a fantastic cook, no doubt, but Chris had a hard time adjusting to a practically meat-less diet. On Fridays or Saturdays, they often go out for dinner; their preferred restaurant are a sushi one, a little Italian place, a steakhouse (which Phil loves too, because they make a fantastic steamed greens/potato plate), or the maritime restaurant that’s directly at the beach.

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time Cuddling. Just being snuggled into each other, dozing the day away, occasionally trading kisses. It’s fantastic. Neither of them are big time-wasters, but cuddling is the huge exception. If there weren’t things to be done, they’d cuddle for days on end.

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging One of Phil’s favorite indulgences is buying high quality things, whether it’s food or clothes or paraphernalia; Chris loves a great steak. They also absolutely get off on spoiling each other, seeing the happiness in their partner’s eyes. Phil’s least favorite indulgence is sweets. He absolutely loves them, and he will eat far, far too many, generally managing to make himself sick. They also both love good alcohol and, if Phil manages to get his hands on some, medical grade weed.

Makeup? Phil is even more of a biter than Chris, so they’ve both become pretty adept at covering up bruises. Other than that, it’s not much something for them.

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such? Phil is a bit of an anxious little bean, but he doesn’t think it’s really a neurosis. His boatload of trauma from his childhood is a different story entirely. Also, he sometimes still wakes up with overwhelming feelings of body dysphoria before realizing he now has the body that matches him. He’s definitely aware of those two things though. Chris has had a number of trauma-inducing events during his captaincy, and then there was the Narada-incident and ... well, that kind of stuff doesn’t go away. He hates it, but he visits his therapist when it gets worse and usually manages to push through.

Intellectual pursuits? They both keep pretty up to date with research in their favored fields, and Phil especially loves reading academia, often quoting “knowledge is power” at Chris.

Favorite book genre? Phil reads academia for fun. If that’s not available (or he wants to give his mind a rest), he’ll go for cheap ridiculous romance novels (often period dramas, really), often reading funny parts to Chris. Chris loves himself a good thriller, the creepier the better.

Sexual orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general? Phil is gay and trans (even though he often jokes he’d have changed his name regardless of his gender, because being born Brigitte Bernice Boyce was more than anyone could handle). Chris is bi, though he’s leaning more towards women. Both of them think that you should love who you want to love and have sex with whoever you want to have sex (or don’t if you don’t want to), though Phil has seen some things in the ER that make him wish that not all interspecies attractions should be legal and normal to have.

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.) Phil’s got a massive scar on his left scapula due to an ... incident. He’s also missing his left middle toe’s toenail after an accident involving a shelf and inopportune gravity when he was moving. Chris amassed a number of pretty light scars over his time as captain. Also his many childhood accidents are barely visible on his body anymore - the only thing that still troubles him is his fucked up ligaments in his leg. They don’t do anything except completely prohibiting from skiing. The Narada-incident left him with massive issues with his spine and entire left leg. They don’t usually flare up, but when they do he either needs his cane (when he’s lucky) or is unable to get out of bed from the sheer pain. It’s rare, but it happens, and he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like the scars that came with it, either.

Biggest and smallest short term goal? (not gonna answer this one bc it’s only relevant if there were a story i was answering these for)

Biggest and smallest long term goal? Chris would love commanding a starship again, but only with Phil as his CMO. Since that is very, very unlikely, he’s set his actual long term goal at living a long, happy life with Phil at his side and preferably dying together. Same goes for Phil, pretty much.

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress They both like dressing nicely, even though Chris thinks that wearing more than underwear at home counts as being overdressed, so he’s often at least shirtless. Phil can’t find it in himself to complain. Generally they’re very casual at home and more fancy when going out. Chris wears a suit to work, and Phil sticks with simple, but fancy things for his work. They both certainly like to help each other dress - button up shirts, tie ties, smooth out jackets for each other. They also most certainly like undressing each other. Also, they’re both very generous with compliments. But the biggest and maybe weirdest thing they do is how much they share clothes. Chris’ clothes are always a little loose and comfy on Phil while Phil’s end up rather tight on Chris. They generally buy clothes they’ll both like to wear.

Favorite beverage? Normally they stick to water, but alcohol-wise they both like a couple of really great wines. Chris likes whiskey, Phil loves appletinis, and neither of them will say no to a beer.

What do they think about before falling asleep at night? There are generally some thoughts towards the other, but most of the time it’s things they shouldn’t forget tomorrow, their general schedule; sometimes it’s happy memories.

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them? In a bad mood, Phil will absolutely call himself being born in the wrong body an illness. Had his parents known about that or his sexual orientation, they surely would’ve treated it as such. Luckily both of them have always had pretty good health. In Chris’ case you should rather talk about the childhood accidents.

Turn-ons? Turn-offs? Phil has a muscle kink. There’s nothing else to say about it. Watching Chris work out, seeing his muscles bulge and sweat trickle down his skin will do him in every time. He also totally gets off on Chris’ casual exhibitionism, his voice, the way he easily submits himself to Phil. And tying Chris up. God, he likes that a lot. What he hates is any and every kind of painplay - spanking, flogging, paddling etc are a huge no. He also doesn’t like being tied up, or to have one of his senses obstructed. He needs to be in control in order to be able to enjoy sex, or trust his partner deeply. Chris has a medical kink the size of the moon. Phil in a doctor’s coat in a not strictly working environment makes him squirm, and he’s got a Pavlovian reaction to the snap of latex gloves which is directly tied to his hand kink. He’s also very happy to let himself get bossed around a bit, maybe tied to the headboard, and be overstimulated until he cries. He’s also got world’s most obvious exhibitionism kink, but since he knows Phil wouldn’t enjoy it they don’t indulge it. Chris has a huge problem with sex when his partner doesn’t enjoy it. Post-Narada it takes him a long time to be able to look past his scars, and that definitely impacts his sex life as well. Also everything surrounding degradation or humiliation is an immediate turn-off. Other than that, he’s pretty much down to try everything once.

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil and nothing to do, what would happen? Chris will draw spaceships. Phil will probably do origami (or doodle lots of hearts with ‘Chris’ or ‘C+P’ inside them).

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life? Chris is a mess, but he knows where most of his things are. He likes to keep clutter around. A lot of clutter. Decidedly too much clutter. Phil is an organizational genius, hence why Starfleet Medical is so amazingly run and hence why he always knows exactly where his things are. Unless Chris messed with them. Phil also loves color-coding things (and yes, their sex toys are organized after color. Chris thinks it’s cute.)

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all? Philip Boyce, MD, Surgeon General, would say of himself that he’s a pretty decent doctor, but that’s the lack of self-esteem talking. In school, he was pretty good in all subjects but he took to chemistry the most; in med school, he kept excelling, and he was especially good at really obscure medical knowledge and incredibly up-to-date knowledge; in Starfleet Academy it was xenochemistry again. Chris’ best subject in school was physics and musical education as well as PE. In the Academy, he excelled at Manual Piloting and wasn’t too shabby at Engineering either. Now, Phil keeps absolutely up-to-date with medical knowledge of any kind while Chris continues to make heart-eyes at any kind of engine.

How do they see themselves 5 years from today? Older and even more in love, probably. Maybe retired, but they both love their work so much. Maybe with a dog.

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t work out? When they retire, they’ll get a dog and a house in the suburbs with a large property attached to it so they can grow vegetables and fruits and go for long walks. It has to be somewhere close to the beach, and they might just get a sailboat.

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy? Can’t answer this one yet because i’m uhh working on something and still fleshing the characters for it out. Generally Chris and Phil are each other’s best friends, but they both have another best friend, plus a joint best friend.

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?) They’re both professional problem solvers in their own way, so they’ll stay very calm. Loss of material possessions isn’t such a huge deal to them either (unless it’s a prized possession) because Starfleet pays damn well.

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies) Phil couldn’t care less about his family (except for his sister), but a personal disaster will make him cry horribly. Chris isn’t much of a crier. He rather goes incredibly quiet and tight-lipped, often upping his exercise regimen to cope.

Most prized possession? Chris has got two paper pictures he carries absolutely everywhere, both given to him by Phil’s sister. One is Phil laughing for the first time after coming out of his gender affirming surgery, looking so radiantly happy that it warms Chris’ heart by just thinking about it, the other one is one of the two of them together, smiling at each other. Phil’s got a set of dog tags with his name and the day he woke up from his surgery, given to him by his sister. He added Chris’ comm badge to it after they got assigned dirtside, and he never takes the necklace off. There’s also an armband made out of rope that he wears on most days.

Thoughts on material possessions in general? Phil is pretty attached to a lot of little items they amassed over the years, and, growing up poor, he has a hard time throwing things away even though he can now afford a whole lot more than he ever could as a kid. Chris doesn’t really get attached to things.

Concept of home and family? For Chris and Phil, home is wherever their partner is. Family for Phil is his sister, her family and Chris’ mother; for Chris it’s his parents and siblings as well as his aunt who lives in Switzerland.

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to TMI?) Chris + private goes approximately as well as Chris + quiet during sex. He’s learned to respect Phil’s boundaries, because Phil only very rarely appreciates it when Chris is being very TMI, but he still slips up. Phil would in most cases rather rip his tongue out than talk about the more intimate details of their relationship in public. He had to learn to open himself up to Chris, too. The more drunk he gets, the more his control slips though, which climaxed in him introducing himself as “Boy Gayce, MD, the D is for Chris” at a party once. Chris laughed for a solid six months and will never let him live it down.

What activities do they enjoy, but consider a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty? Accidentally neglecting each other due to stress or their own issues, especially if it turns out that their partner has been feeling down. Also overstepping each other’s boundaries, however rare it gets the longer they’re together; Phil also often feels guilty when they have to stop sex because he wasn’t feeling it anymore.

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making? They both make a very distinct difference between their work personas and their private personas. Work-wise, they’re both analytical, even though in Phil’s work he often has to consider morals and emotions as well; in private, they’re very emotional.

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality? Neither, really. They both have traits from both personalities.

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained? A weekend away often helps a lot, but they can’t always have that, so a lazy night in, some slow and sensual lovemaking, a backrub and lots and lots of cuddling help. They’re both workaholics, and it’s pretty difficult to drag them away from their work. Especially Phil is prone to worrying he won’t be done in time and is harder to convince to just relax for an evening. Sometimes, all they have the time for is a hot shower, working out for Chris and yoga for Phil.

Would you say that they have a superiority complex? Inferiority complex? Neither? Chris has a hint of a superiority complex. He knows it, but arguably he’s usually right about being right or good at something. Phil tends to underestimate himself greatly.

How misanthropic are they? Oh, they both definitely have phases that are like that, but usually they quite love people. Phil is far more reserved though and gets socially exhausted after a while.

Hobbies? For Phil it’s sailing, yoga, running and cooking. He’s stopped considering reading a hobby, it’s more of a way of life for him. Chris absolutely loves surfing and working out as well as playing the guitar and singing. He’d car-race if Phil weren’t so decidedly against it.

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self education? Both of them completed Starfleet Academy with commendations, Phil also graduated med school with commendations. They agree that after completing however far you get in formal education (finishing high school being the least you should do), you have to keep self-educating. They probably also think so because without constantly learning new things, they’d be bored.

Religion? Phil was raised Catholic but doesn’t practise, Chris has set foot inside churches a handful of times and doesn’t understand the influence religion can have on people.

Superstitious or views on the occult? Phil doesn’t exactly believe in ghosts or demons or superstitions ... but better safe than sorry, right? Chris thinks it’s cute, but he himself has absolutely no superstitions.

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds? Phil needs verbal talks like he needs air. He loves little gestures and all, but he needs to talk to know where he’s at. Chris is far more physical and learning to have the kinds of talks Phil needs was difficult for him.

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal? Chris was never really looking for a lasting relationship, and Phil only ever wanted a lover who’d like him and who he could trust. Neither of them thought they’d ever fall in love the way they’re in love now, but hey, guess what?

How do they express love? Phil tells Chris that he loves him all the time. Chris says the same with hugs and kisses. They also often get each other little knickknacks or send cutesy text messages; but they also bring each other coffee and go out of their way to make the other one smile. Also, sex.

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like? Phil, if he really has to fight, is a decidedly defensive fighter and more likely to run. Chris is the opposite, but not many people would want to get in a fight with 200 pounds of combat-trained Starfleet Admiral.

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not? They’re both afraid of their partner dying, that’s for sure, but as long as they get to go together or in quick succession, it’s going to be alright.

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Kiwi: Part Two

A little mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. x

The next day, Calliope woke up at one in the afternoon.

Going off of a full nine hours of sleep, she hopped out of her twin sized bed and brushed her teeth, running a careless hand through her cropped locks and setting off for a jog along the beach.

When Cal first arrived in Jamaica, she was looking for places to stay on the tourist side of the island. But not only was it easily five times as expensive as living where she was now, it was crowded and loud. The first morning she went for a run she had to stop about seven times to take group pictures and be asked for directions by families of five or more. It wasn’t until she started befriending the locals that she even knew there was a quiet place on the island.

Now, she could go for runs every day and she was rarely ever interrupted. Her life in Jamaica consisted mainly of three things: running, surfing, and working at the bar. The bar was owned by a tall Jamaican man whose nickname was Pipo, and whom she’d met close to when she arrived. She began to frequent it during the lunch shift, and when she did she spoke to Pipo every day about her life back home. One day when he found out that she was unemployed he offered her a job on the spot.

And that was Cal’s life. That’s what it had been like for the past month and a half—working to save a little money, but mostly to pass the time. When she wasn’t working she was taking walks on the island and exploring new places, or surfing. It wasn’t a luxurious life by any means, but it was what she needed right now. She needed to get away.

It was all completely predictable, until she stumbled upon Harry last night.

Calliope recognized him as soon as he walked in. Of course she did. And she would be lying if she said that she didn’t enjoy their music—she’d never been to a concert or anything, but she wasn’t one to turn off the radio when One Direction was announced. He stuck out like a sore thumb among all the locals that frequented Pipo’s during her bartending shift, but he still somehow looked as if he felt right at home.

She soon learned that he was the kind of person who could make a home out of anywhere.

When she was done with her run on the beach she went back to her little cabin and changed into her work uniform, which was really just a pair of jean shorts and a white t-shirt. Her apron she would put on when she got to the bar, but for now she set off on her twenty-minute walk to work.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” she heard Pipo’s deep but kind voice call out to her from the back kitchen, causing her to laugh a little as she grabbed her apron from the hanger.

“Hey Pipo,” she called out in response, tying her apron around her waist and starting to wipe down the bar. “How are you doing?”

“Living the dream!” He yelled, and she laughed louder this time around as she grabbed a pen and tucked it behind her ear in preparation for the next wave of customers. “And you?”

“Living the dream,” she repeated, a half-smile on her face.

“You got a phone call today,” Pipo said, causing her to pause her actions. The only people who ever called Calliope at the bar were her mother and father. When she refused to take a cell phone with her on her trip she reassured them that she’d find a landline to use on the island, and Pipo was kind enough to let her use the one there.

“Oh?” She responded as nonchalantly as she possibly could, stacking plastic cups that customers would later use.

“Your mom sounded upset,” he chimed in, and she exhaled a sigh.

“I’ll call her later. Thanks, big guy,” she said, rolling back the ache in her shoulders before forcing herself to focus on her work.

She loved her mother. She really did. But the reason why she came to this island was because she needed space. She needed time.

Cal needed to heal.

Harry was on Cloud Nine.

That morning when he woke up he drank a smoothie and ate a few spoonfuls of cereal before going to the recording studio while all the inspiration was still fresh. The last couple of days had been productive, but nothing had really jived yet. He’d felt like he was simply writing down notes and playing them, not creating something impactful and meaningful.

If he’d learned anything, it was that when inspiration strikes, you soak it up and roll with it as long as you can.

So when he walked into the studio that day at seven in the morning, a mere three hours after he’d gone to sleep, there was no stopping him. Everybody else was still sleeping, and he was fine with that. He knew very well that to put an album together a team was required, and he was grateful for the chance to work and learn from some amazing people. But there was something about being alone with the music that was exhilarating to him. It reminded him of late nights in his bedroom with White Eskimo lyrics in front of him, at that little house in Holmes Chapel.

He took a deep breath as he sat by the soundboard in the studio and looked at lyrics and sheet music that had been leftover from the day before. A moment later he reached for a fresh notepad, grabbing a pen and scribbling away.

He wasn’t a stranger to songwriting at all. It was a familiar process when he was a part of the band, and by the fifth album they recorded it felt almost like writing a bicycle. But this was different—this wasn’t One Direction, it was Harry Styles. It was his name on the record and his alone, and it was so much more personal. The stakes were incredibly high, and it gave him a thrill like nothing else.

A few hours later his mates started milling about in the studio, patting his shoulder as they walked in and working on their respective bits and pieces. It was almost like warming up your body before a race—they all knew this was going to be a marathon, and Harry couldn’t have been more excited to run.

All in all, the day was an absolute success. Harry spent it writing and rewriting, juggling ideas and joking around. At the end of the day he was sure that they’d come up with at least a few successes, other than a few bits that needed work here and there. He was still hyped up on the adrenaline and excitement that came from writing something that was one hundred percent his, something that he was this immensely proud of.

That evening after they were finished they all went their seperate ways, some of them going to have a couple of beers together and others calling their loved ones at home.

Harry went back to the bar.

Cal didn’t know exactly how it happened, but there were two very large, very angry men arguing by the entrance of the bar.

She could hear the string of cursewords echo past the music thudding in the background, and when she looked over from her safe position at the bar she could see that they were starting to draw attention to themselves.

What she didn’t expect was for one of them to grab a chair and start flinging it around in the air. Her eyes widened when she saw the bright orange chair lifted up and being swung over the heads of the bystanders, and she immediately dropped whatever drink she had been preparing and ran over to where the two voices were still booming a series of curses at each other.

“Hey, put it down!” Cal shouted over the music, and for someone who was easily half the size of both the men, her voice projected through the music. The bystanders glanced at her the moment she got close, and people began stepping away and making room for her. They all recognized her, but the two men in the riot must have not frequented the bar because they didn’t flinch at the sound of her voice. The taller man, the one who had the chair in his hands, tossed the instrument to the side. She watched as it smacked against the wall and broke one of the legs in half, and her irritation sky-rocketed.

Cal was just about to yell at them again when the shorter man (who was still very tall by her standards) swung and nailed the taller one in the jaw with a right hook. She could see the actions register in his face, and before everything really turned into a brawl she stepped between the two of them despite the bystanders calling out her name.

“That’s ENOUGH!” She yelled, blocking the pathway between the two men. They both easily had at least a foot of height on her, and both only hesitated a second before continuing to paw at each other. Except this time she was caught in the middle of it. She pressed her hands against the smaller one’s chest, trying to push him away from the other, but even though she was strong her push wasn’t enough to stop their adrenaline-induced brawl. She felt the larger one grab her arm from behind her and she flinched slightly, mostly from the surprise, but before she had the time to react he was being pulled off of her.

Calliope heard a familiar voice break the tension.

“Get OFF of’er!” Harry shouted, effectively pulling the large man away from the action and giving him a shove. The man stumbled back and she could see that he was dazed by the unexpected interruption, and even though she was relieved to have him off of her, her defences came up when Harry looked at her with that concerned face of his.

“Are yeh okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine,” she snapped, and she briefly saw his face contort with confusion when she felt the smaller man whom she was still holding back start to fight against her.

“Hey!” She yelled, stepping apart from him so that she could pivot and face the both of them. “The two of you need to get over yourselves and get your sorry asses together before I personally throw you face-first out of my bar! Go have your pissing match somewhere else!”

The two men, who were finally out of their heads long enough to look at her for more than four seconds, were obviously taken aback by her yelling.

“I mean it!” She continued, not flinching when the larger one took a step towards her. “Get the FUCK out, right now!”

She watched them with her arms folded over her chest as the two of them made their way towards the exit, both stumbling slightly. Whether it was from the drinks they’d had or the fight, she didn’t know.

She felt an irritation wash through her as she looked at Harry, who was staring at her as if he’d never seen anything like that before. Maybe he hadn’t, but if he didn’t stop gawking at her she would kick his ass out of there as well.

Calliope grunted with frustration as she walked past him and grabbed the orange chair along with the chunk of it that had been broken off. She picked both bits up and stomped towards the exit, and she could tell that Harry was following.

“Are yeh alright?” He repeated, and she simply huffed in response as she walked over to the dumpsters and opened the lid of one of them. Harry didn’t understand why she seemed so upset—he might have expected her to be a little rattled or anxious after a confrontation like that, but she seemed genuinely upset at HIM, and he didn’t know why.

“I’m fine, and I didn’t need your help, Harry,” she announced, lifting the chair up into the dumpster.

“Wait, are yeh mad at me?” He asked, his eyes widening and the crease between his eyebrows appearing with confusion.

“I could’ve handled it myself, you didn’t have to come in and save the day,” she repeated, slamming the dumpster lid shut and turning to look at him. She could barely see his face in the dimly lit outdoors, but she could tell that he was thrown off by her words.

“I was only trying to help—”

“I’m not some princess that needs saving, Harry!” She huffed, throwing her arms in the air in exasperation. He was thrown off a bit at the action—he really only thought that people did that in movies, but there was a fire in this girl that he’d never seen before. “You don’t get to waltz in here after one night and do things for me. I don’t need your saving, I don’t need your help.”

“Fine,” he exhaled in a frustrated tone, his brows furrowing. He could tell that there was something beyond what happened tonight that motivated her words, but he didn’t get the chance to ask because she was suddenly marching back into the bar. He followed her with his gaze, running his hands through his hair with confusion as he expelled a slight groan.

He’d known her for all of twenty-four hours, and she was already driving him absolutely mad.

The rest of the night went rather smoothly. Every so often someone would come up to her at the bar and ask if she was okay, clearly having seen the altercation from earlier. She reassured every one of them and thanked them for their concern, but every one brought her back to her state of anger once again. Her shift was quite possibly the slowest that she’d experienced since she got there, and she couldn’t wait to go back home and get some rest. She was absolutely exhausted.

Near the end of the night when mostly everyone had left, she saw Harry hanging out in a booth across the room.

She sighed. He was simply sitting, peeling the label off of a bottle of beer and nodding his head to the thumping of the music as he stared at the surface of the table in front of him. And she wasn’t used to being taken care of by any means, but a small part of her was maybe hoping that he stayed to make sure that she was okay.

A few moments later she walked over with his signature kiwi cocktail in her hand, taking a seat in front of him and sliding the drink over in his direction.

“Peace offering?” She murmured, watching as he looked up at her. His eyes looked off, as if there was some sort of mixture of sadness and anger hidden behind them. She offered him a small smile, and he looked at her for a long moment before speaking.

“Let me know next time if I’m in the splash zone, because I’ll be sure to bring a poncho,” he said, waiting a couple of seconds before flashing a smile. She laughed at the reference to their untraditional introduction, and reached to grab the bottle of beer in front of him and take a sip.

“A pretty face like yours wouldn’t bode well, hidden behind that yellow plastic,” Cal mused, setting the bottle down and watching as he sipped on the cocktail she brought him. He chuckled a little, and she exhaled a sigh.

“I had…I have three older brothers,” she stated, fiddling with the label on the beer bottle that Harry had already half peeled off. “When I grew up, I was surrounded by superheroes…superhero movies, action figures, posters, you name it. I loved them…except I was also the girl that my mother had always wanted but was never able to have. And she’d always sit me down and make me watch all these princess movies, and wear these dresses and buy me dolls…all this bullshit that she wanted me to love as much as she did when she was little.”

“Don’t get me wrong, my parents didn’t abuse me or anything. Nothing like that, they love me so much,” she explained, her eyes softening a tad at her words. “But I got the sense that because I was my mom’s little girl, I was supposed to be weak. I wasn’t supposed to do any of the saving, I was meant to be saved and to be careful, while my brothers were told to go out and play.”

“I don’t…I didn’t like always being saved,” she finally exhaled, gaze lifting so that she could look at Harry’s face, which displayed nothing but understanding. “But I needed your help tonight. And I’m woman enough to push aside my pride and admit that…so thank you.”

He flashed her a smile and took another sip of his drink, taking a moment to think before speaking again.

“I didn’t mean to make yeh feel small,” he said. “M’sorry for that. I didn’t want yeh gettin’ hurt.”

“I know,” she nodded.

“I have a bossy older sister, yehknow,” he smiled, leaning back against the cushion of the seat and stretching his arms out in front of him casually. “Drives me up the wall sometimes, she does. But…if anyone ever told her that she was anything less than a superhero, I’d probably tell’em to bugger off.”

Calliope’s smile widened drastically at his comment, and the crinkles around her eyes appeared along with it. It made him grin, and the two of them settled into more comfortable conversation from there out as the rest of the people in the bar made their ways back to their homes.

And just like the night before, he helped her stack all the chairs and close up. Half an hour later the two of them were standing outside of the entrance, where he tucked his hands into his pockets and asked,

“Yeh’re not going to let me walk you home tonight either, are yeh?”

She looked up with a smirk, shaking her head to and fro as she tucked her set of keys into her pocket.

“Sometimes a superhero’s gotta fly solo, Kiwi,” she said, grinning. His head tilted back slightly as he laughed, and she attempted to memorize the exact spot on his left cheek where his dimple appeared.

“Would yeh like to spend some time with me tomorrow?” He asked, and she realized that the tucking of his hands into his pockets was a coping mechanism for whenever he got nervous. It made her smile.

“Like a date?” She asked, sinking her teeth into her lower lip slightly as her gaze faltered.

“Something like that,” he chuckled nervously.

She wasn’t there to date, she reminded herself, thinking about all the ways this could possibly go horribly wrong and whether or not she would end up regretting this.

But sometimes you just have to take the leap.

“Meet me here at three pm. Wear a bathing suit.”

Kiwi: Part Three

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Misfortunate Sunday - SS Fanfic

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nov: week one

06: i was not feeling motivated to work out this morning. my back ached and i was still sore from the massage and maybe a bit of whatever i did yesterday. kevin woke up early for work and i left to work out when he woke up. i did 30 minutes of cardio abs and kevin stopped by the yoga studio to say goodbye. (: then i got back, did a bit of work, showered, and made myself a smoothie for breakfast. we bought some sour patch kids + watermelon because it was 50% off at roche bros and now i want to eat them all the time but i feel like crap after i eat them lol. the sour and sweet makes my stomach feel real acidic. anyway, i snacked a bit and then snacked on edamame before eating lunch. i microwaved the leftover seafood pasta and finished off my shakshuka. i worked on creating training stuff today and then comcast had an outage lol. the website was real slow so i worked with it as best as possible. i could watch youtube videos just fine though o__o’ it got fixed after stand up ended and i finished up my training stuff and created a to-do list for tomorrow. i felt sluggish all day and wanted to nap.

i hopped into bed and ended up watching youtube videos until 5 pm and then i went to the yoga studio and did abs and a bit of cardio. i took a nice long shower when i got back and then made myself a smoothie. this peanut butter powder is nice and all because there’s less fat, but i don’t feel full after drinking my smoothie anymore. i might opt for real peanut butter in the morning and then powder after my evening workouts? hmm. anyway, after i drank my smoothie, i microwaved pulled chicken leftovers and made a english muffin with pulled chicken and leftover slaw for dinner. i still felt hungry but i made myself wait it out to see if i was actually hungry lol. i did eat a small square of chocolate though. then i spent the rest of the night watching anime :3 i watched 9 episodes (srs LOL) of season 2 of ‘kimi no todoke.’ i watched that much because i did not want to stop when the couple was still having misunderstandings. omg, i was so frustrated LOL. kevin got back at around 10:30 pm from his dinner with haoqi. he brought back leftover pulled pork and also got me banana pudding <333

i brushed and then hopped in bed with him while we just talked about our days and kind of future plans. i was pretty tired and he wanted to shower and eat dragon fruit lol. so i went to sleep. i woke up at some point to pee because i drank a lot of water before sleeping lol. i kind of scared kevin apparently ;P

07: man, i always wake up before my alarm rings nowadays. it’s not even consistent! i wake up at 7:15 am sometimes or 8 am sometimes, but i always wake up before it rings. -__-” sigh. well, i was wide awake before my alarm rang at 7;15 am today but i fell asleep and got up at 7:40 am. then i did some cardio hip hop because why not exercise the way you want to even if it’s not super intense? i’m backtracking on this whole doing hiit and weight lifting thing. it’s making me feel terrible. lol. i showered and then made myself a smoothie for breakfast. kevin was awake so i talked to him for a bit before heading out. no one was in the office on the product team side today. lol at least i’m in the office, right? the day went by fast then super slow. i wasn’t super busy during the day but i was pretty productive. i also managed to multitask and finish watching ‘kimi no todoke’ while working :DD this anime makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. i stopped by cole and john’s office and we talked about staying up late because of gaming / anime LOL. then i went back to work.

everyone left at around 4 pm or before 5 pm. i was the last one in the office because i had a client call from 4 pm to 5 pm. it got so dark outside so quickly x__x; the call ended right at 5 pm so i packed up and then headed out. i met with kevin at the train station and then ‘moderate delays’ hit. so many people were lined up to get on the train... we waited about 30-40 minutes to finally get on a train and it was hella packed. our commute home took more than an hour @_@; when we got back, we received our food52 zwilling ceramic skillet! ahhh, it’s so nice! we chilled for a bit before both of us cooked dinner. then we watched two episodes of yakitate! japan and then ate delicious beef stroganoff while watching! the sour cream in the stroganoff is probably what made me gassy later on in the evening lol. anyway, i talked to my mom for a bit and then kevin played a game of dota with jon. i stretched while watching the latest episode of ‘jane the virgin’ and then i just assumed i wouldn’t be gaming with kevin because he was playing dota for a long time lmao.

oh, i also enrolled into my employer benefits and then chilled on the couch for the rest of the night. i got really tired for some reason? i went to bed pretty early at 11:30 pm. i think i watched a bit of youtube in bed before ko’ing at around 11:50 pm. oh, i was actually looking at instagram and getting negative thoughts and feelings about it so i stopped and just went to sleep. haha.

08: i tried doing a 1 hour leg work out again. i also included some glute activation moves before i even used weights. by the time i was done with my workout, i was exhausted D: i don’t know if i like this... we’ll see. i got back and then kevin left for work. then i cooled off with a smoothie and then i showered. i felt very unmotivated in the morning but eventually got to working on recreating the pdfs for training. then i ate lunch while watching ‘gamers.’ :D it’s an odd anime so far... then i got on stand up and phil gave me an urgent task. i worked on that for the rest of the work day. kevin came back early after he ate lunch and got his flu shot. he brought me back some bark thins <333 then he went to get a haircut. the day went by super quickly. i got my new cushioned bombas in the mail and i hope they don’t rip T__T we’ll seee... kevin and i continued working until the end of the day and then i watched ‘GAMERS!’ while doing some personal errands. i don’t think i like this anime... everything is a big misunderstanding @_@;

kevin went for a run and then showered. i made rice... or i thought i did. we realized i didn’t hit ‘cook’ when kevin was almost done cooking the curry. lol. i got hungry before we even made dinner so i chugged my protein powder with water. the cocoa flavor is better than the vanilla but still kinda grody to drink with just water. anyway, while kevin showered, i cut the carrots, potatoes, and onions. then he cooked and i continued relaxing and whatever. then we ate dunner while watching an episode of yakitate! japan and finally, we got to game with ryan and terence! we played gauntlet together after they troubleshooted their black screen :33 i got mad midway because everyone kept taking all the gold while i was killing things T^T i just continued killing things for the rest of the night lol. kevin comforted me and then we figured out that i did have a sort of dash but i wasn’t aware of it... i wouldn’t have gotten so angry if i knew i also could “dash” towards the gold. lmao, i’m so emotional when it comes to games and “unfairness.” shout out to my boyfriend for being so caring and understanding of my odd emotional ways when it comes to gaming <3 i super super super appreciate him so much T__T <3 after gaming, i went to sleep... well, i went on my phone and then went to sleep at 12:30 am. oops.

09: i decided to do my complete arm / back workout after work today. so i got up, drank my breakfast smoothie, changed, and then left for work. joe was in the office today and i guess that dave was still in new york. it was a pretty chill day. i had a few meetings but nothing stressful. i did some testing in the morning and then had lunch while watching an episode of ‘GAMERS!’ and then hopped into my calls for the rest of the day. i met up with cole at around 3 pm to get starbucks with him. i don’t usually get starbucks but i wanted to get something other than boba today. we walked over to the closest one and then ordered. he got an iced chai latte and i got the praline chestnut chai tea latte... or so i thought. they actually got my order wrong and gave me the coffee latte version, but it was too late to to tell them because cole got a text about PAX badges and we ran like crazy back to the office so he could get to his computer lmao. i was running with coffee in my hands x__x; we got back to his office and then he got into the queue on his computer. he was already in on his phone. he then realized that the PAX twitter notified everyone a few minutes earlier than the text so he knew he wasn’t going to get the 4-day badge. he frantically messaged his friends. cole kept saying this was the first time he was away from the computer when they announced badge sales. T___T i apologized profusely.

he ended up buying single day passes for each day :( but he calmed down after. with a bit of cole’s persuasion, i also bought PAX badges for saturday for me and kevin. it’ll be my first convention and i’m so excited! i’m ready for you, april! :P while cole was calming down, i took our new t7 member, edwin, to the 8th floor to get his badge. noelle didn’t put his name in the system yet so i picked up a package and then headed back down with him. he seems like a really cool and chill guy! he has a switch and wasn’t afraid to charge it in the room and he talked with us about conventions and stuff. :D ahh, i love the nerds in t7 ahah. i went back to the office to do a final check on imports and then i packed up. i was supposed to leave at 4 pm but then i felt like i needed to work on that before. i still ended up leaving at 4:30 pm with cole and edwin. the train wasn’t packed and i got home fairly quickly. i picked up my ae packages and then tried everything on. i think the hoodie is a bit too long but kevin helped me decide to keep it. i want the dark blue version as well so i’ll get that in a smaller size.

after trying on stuff, i got myself into the yoga studio and did an hour of arms and back. i could tell it wasn’t going to be my best performance. my chest presses always feel wrong lol and doing a good amount of them for an hour didn’t help my form. i ended my workout doing some lower back exercises and called it a day. i got back and showered and prepped the rice cakes for dinner and drank my protein smoothie. when kevin came back from climbing, i boiled the soup with the rice cakes, made each of us fried eggs with the new ceramic pan <3, and plated everything for dinner. we started watching game of thrones because we will be going to iceland in february and we kind of wanted to appreciate the location and its ties with the series? LOL. well, i watched the first season already so it was mainly kevin watching. he was half watching tbh. after dinner, we might have played a bit more gauntlet to grind for more $$ to get more upgrades and gear... and/or i watched ‘GAMERS!’ i finished the series and i was not impressed. i think i’m going to take a break from anime right now. i’ll continue watching my series though haha. i got sleepy pretty quickly so i hit the bed at like 12:30 am. zzz.

10: hello, fourth day of pto at home! i enjoyed sleeping in today, but it got to the point where i just felt really crappy about myself. i’ve been feeling mentally tired about exercising. i think it’s because i’m not feeling any better and not seeing much of a difference after adding in free weights to my workout. i just laid in bed with very indecisive thoughts. it doesn’t help that for a while now, i wake up bloated af and/or with stomach pain. i feel like i have a cleaner diet now but i don’t know :/ i just feel like the choices that i’ve made haven’t really been what i want or need right now. i’m not entirely sure. i managed to get my butt out of bed and stop thinking about these things for now and pick up the new kobenstyle casserole post we bought from food52. it’s very sleek and the right size for what we need. :)

to get myself out of the whole exercising pinch, i’ve decided to work out less so it doesn’t become a stressor in my life. it’s been stressing me out even though i wouldn’t put it that way if you had asked me in person. i do schedule my life around working out right now and i think my sleep has suffered because of that and not knowing what i want to do with my spare time. so i’m just going to work out when i feel like it and for less than an hour each day. i’ve been trying to hit an hour or more each day and with the stress i’m feeling, it’s not going to work out. it’s a bit frustrating talking to other people about this because i don’t think they think i work out hard enough and/or think i’m wimping out and/or i’m not doing it right. well, at least that’s what i think. i may not be overtraining but i’m definitely doing something wrong if i’m feeling this way about exercising right now. anyway, i did some hip hop cardio and i realized that i love dancing as my cardio. doing hiit workouts is fun too but in moderation.

i felt better afterward. i showered and then drank my protein smoothie. i may have watched some anime and then kevin came home. i made rice and then i started reading ‘the rules of magic’, my book of the month, while waiting for the rice to cook. we microwaved leftover curry and ate that for dinner before hopping on steam and gaming with ryan and later on, terence! we played gauntlet and finally got past the level where we kept dying haha. we played until 11 pmish and then kevin washed dishes while i got ready for bed. kevin stayed up gaming and i think i went to sleep.

11: we woke up pretty late. i keep waking up at around 8 or 9 am and then falling back asleep because of pto or it’s the weekend. :P we ate scallion pancakes with egg for brunch while watching the new try guys’ video on baking bread without a recipe. the ending of that video is ridiculous. then we meal planned and went grocery shopping! we stopped by bj’s and got kevin’s parents ugly christmas sweaters and ofc groceries. then we went to kam man and i got some new pocky flavors! they both taste pretty good! then we stopped by roche to get a few more things like hot cheetos (kevin we craving them and then i was too T__T), burger buns, and i’m still looking for the dairy-free halo top but no dice. we got a lot of snacks for some reason... kevin was in a munchy mood. hmmm. our pantry is stocked for winter though haha. we got back home and put everything away. i ate some leftover pulled chicken and one of the buns for lunch. kevin went to game with friends so i continued reading ‘the rules of magic.’ after a bit, kevin came to game with me and we played some battleblock theater. we played only for a little bit because the levels are so hard now D: we also needed to prep for dinner.

kevin started making the stock and then we both headed over to the fitness center :) i did some hiit cardio w/ abs and he ran on the treadmill. it was nice working out together. we didn’t do the same things, but it was nice being with him while i worked out. we stretched together and then headed back and showered. right after, we finished cooking the korean rice cake soup, plated it, and watched the rest of episode 1 of game of thrones. kevin doesn’t really like it. it’s really slow he says. lol i agree. i made it through season 1 but rq’d right at the beginning of season 2. he didn’t even want to watch the next episode and we watched the greek olympiad try guys video instead hahaha. we cleaned up and then i think kevin went back to gaming while i continued reading my book until 1 or 2 am? then i hopped into bed and ko’d.

12: we got up at 12 pm and then started our very chill day. we ate the cinnamon raisin thomas english muffins we got from bj’s wholesale for breakfast. we did some morning reading together and i took some pictures of us, which turned out to be cute failures ahha. then kevin went to game while i finished reading ‘the rules of magic.’ it was a very nice book! :) i love alice hoffman’s writing. i took short breaks to get more water and to snack a bit. then kevin played something else on the tv via steam while i watched him. he started playing ‘don’t starve’ and it was lulz. i started cleaning while he played and then we cleaned the kitchen together and i vacuumed our bedroom before he took over vacuuming and swiffering the rest of the apartment. kevin started cooking dinner after while i watched some youtube videos while walking. i was sitting for a while today so i felt like i needed to do some walking. we ate dinner while watching a stream of ‘don’t starve’ and then we played some battleblock theater together. omg, level 6 is so hard, but we made it through! after digesting our food, kevin went to run and took the ipad with him so i stayed in the apartment and did some cardio dancing. i didn’t particularly like the video that i was doing... so it’ll be in my queue but i probably won’t do it again for a while.

i also did some cardio hip hop and focusing on keeping my core tight the whole time. i did a set of ab exercises and then called it a night. kevin was taking a pretty long time so after drinking my protein with cashew milk, i went outside and saw him walking back. he said he decided to do a longer run :P then we showered and i tried calling it a night except that i was on my phone until 1:40 am / when kevin went to bed. o___o” i really should not be on my phone when i get into bed. i need to build better habits nowadays. :/ i spent some time looking online for a gratitude journal. i might just take a break from tumblr and write in that instead. i feel like it’s become a task just documenting my days here. i need a little bit of a new perspective.

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But the good news is the truth that eggs produce when the hen is older is far better high quality than the eggs produce by younger chicken. So you continue to wind up with profitable eggs regardless of quantity. The weather can be different explanation why eggs lay by hens are generally fewer than anticipated. Warm weather is conducive for hen to lay eggs constantly and so expect lots of eggs during this interval. However do not be surprised within the event you can’t even get 1 egg throughout winter and extreme heat. This is regular and you have nothing to be afraid of primarily as a result of just like human the hen may also expertise discomfort. Now, if the weather is okay plus the eggs suddenly drop to what is your normal harvest, which signifies your hens, is likely to be unhealthy. If you can find a lot of feathers or molting taking place then a lot better to check your coop as there might be mites which are making them sick and unable to put eggs consistently.

He was racing around the sector and would run proper as much as Riphaeus (who was of course proper at his mommy's facet) and leap aspect ways. It reminded me of a scene from Bambi. Riphaeus did not appear to take the bait. Hopefully he will loosen up and begin taking part in with the brand new little guy who has tons of vitality and loves to run! About fifty minutes after the cria was born, the placenta was born. Between the cria and the placenta, Maree Sol is now 30 lbs lighter! Below, the cria is making an attempt to nurse off Sol's neck. He still hadn't found the milk machine however had been wanting diligently for the last 45 minutes whereas he was operating round. The placenta was intact and all the pieces seemed good. Sol is an excellent mother. She continued to attempt to direct the cria to the milk machine and ran after him humming every time he took off. Lately however she has been refusing her bottle and has been seen with milky chops. After hours of observations we have seen her sneakily feeding from 4 completely different mothers! She appears to watch and wait and when a cria goes below she whips round to the opposite side and wham bam thanks mam! Una, racing off as a cria begins to feed on the opposite facet of the field! It is now that the women get complicated. Two days after Verity was born, we came home from a lunch out to find that Minstrel had popped out a lovely little black lady who we've named Violet. She is, as you'll be able to see, beautiful. I think that is her. This is when it all starts to get confusing you see. Right here is Ulani, daughter of Bobby, I believe. Then we have Willow, with Umbria and another person in the background.

BUENOS AIRES, Argentina - The roars of lions, snorts of rhinos and trumpets of elephants still blend with the cacophony of honking buses and screeching cars passing nearby in probably the most closely congested areas of Argentina's capital. A yr after the 140-year-old Buenos Aires zoo closed its doors and was reworked right into a park, hundreds of animals stay behind bars and in a noisy limbo. Builders final July promised to relocate a lot of the zoo's 1,500 animals to sanctuaries in Argentina and abroad, however that they had made no agency arrangements to take action. And a new grasp plan introduced Tuesday nonetheless does not specify how they'll accomplish it. Most of the animals are so zoo-skilled that experts concern they would die if moved, even to wild animal preserves. Conservationists additionally complain that the remaining animals still dwell in antiquated enclosures broadly thought-about inhumane by fashionable standards — and say town authorities's new plan provides few specifics of how improvements shall be made. Claudio Bertonatti, a former Buenos Aires zoo director and guide for the Fundacion Azara non-governmental organization. Writer: bbqfood Ribs are a summertime favourite dish for everyone. Gallery Different chef use different types to cook ribs. The secret for cooking ribs is that they must be cook at low temperature. Writer: Andre Savoie Are you in search of recommendation on gas grill cooking time for chicken? Checkout our information for cooking hen outdoors including tips about how to know when the chicken is cooked, the best way to get great taste and even what to do with the bones in or out. Publisher: bbqfood A barbeque occasion is the implausible method to impress your family members, buddies or liked ones. You can make youparty more pleasing with the correct planning and the appropriate setting. Your family members, pals or beloved ones will remember your celebration perpetually. BBQ online is one of the best ways for your get together arrangement. Writer: Chef Brian The main focus of this dish is the meat. When making my BBQ Lasagna, I like to make use of shredded or chopped pork instead of floor beef. BBQ pork is something everyone is accustomed to and is perfect in this recipe. Most of the time after i make this recipe I am utilizing leftover pork from an earlier cookout, however you possibly can just as simply make it all in at some point. Publisher: Barbara Wibault Rooster may be very versatile and an amazing meat to use in Barbecue and grill recipes. It is easy to work with, not almost as costly as beef, but can actually compete with it. There are just a few methods to good BBQ Rooster Recipes. These two very tasty hen variations will actually get you going. Publisher: Gareth Hoyle Having simply enjoyed the most well liked April in history, Britain basks in additional sun as May continues in the same style. The previous few financial institution vacation weekends have been extraordinarily enjoyable and file gross sales of barbecues have been reported.

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