#i need to pee quit hogging | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

flowerpottlady · 10 months

Text

Glow

Day 10 of July’s @jilymicrofics

***

“Lil!” James shouted up the stairs, across the hall, swinging a bag packed with Harry’s things over his shoulder. “He’s waiting for us.”

“We’re coming! We’re coming…”

Harry, nearing seven months old, was about to make his first trip out of the house. James and Lily were only a little frantic, packing nearly his entire nursery into a charmed Mary Poppins style bag.

It would be a quick trip, flooing to the Hog’s Head in Hogsmeade, and taking a passage to Hogwarts for an Order meeting that Albus Dumbledore deemed necessary they attended.

They were nervous, of course. Leaving the house, with its wards and peace, to rejoin the Order for an ever - so - important meeting. Nervous to take their son into the world, nervous they would leave something at home that he may need.

“Lily! We are going to be late!”

“Blame your son,” Lily explained with a roll of her eyes, finally coming down the stairs, Harry squirming at her hip. “He decided to pee through his nappy, I had to give him another bath.”

James frowned, looking between the two of them, Harry’s chubby arms reaching toward him, Lily with the deep bags under her eyes - a trait that appeared a few days after Harry had been born, and had yet to disappear. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” James began apprehensively.

“Oh it will be fine James. We all need to get out. And Harry’s so excited, he hasn’t been able to stop bouncing all morning.”

“Hagrid was really looking forward to this,” James agreed, the friendly gamekeeper writing them a letter the previous night, asking if he could meet them for drinks before the meeting. Explaining how ecstatic he was to finally meet Harry.

“Well let’s go then, Harry’s looking his best. Aren’t you my sweet boy?” Harry could only smile, opening his mouth wide to portray a huge gummy smile, his hands waving madly in the air.

“You look quite handsome mate,” James said, leaning down to kiss his son loudly against his cheek. “Are you ready to meet Mummy and Daddy’s friends?”

“Ahhh,” he responded, finally finding his voice just a few days prior, bouncing against Lily’s hip. He loved to yell at them, to make himself known.

They stepped into the fireplace together, Lily covering Harry mouth and nose to protect him from the ash that James threw at their feet, transporting them to the dingy little pub.

Harry was crying by the time they stepped from the fireplace - his first true encounter with magical transportation going exactly as they thought it would. His face was red, snot running down his nose as he screamed, burying his head into Lily’s shoulder.

“Oh it’s alright Harry,” Lily hushed him, kissing his forehead and squeezing him just a little bit tighter.

She handed him to James then, scanning the pub for friendly faces as James worked to calm their son, bouncing him - pointing out the twinkling lights in the window, the goat trotting across the floor.

“Crying babies don’t belong here,” a man spoke from behind the counter, his long gray beard, and dull blue eyes, telling them who exactly he was.

“Thanks Abe, we’ll keep that in mind for the future!” James shouted back, following Lily to the back wall, near a dozen booths shoved together.

“James! Lily!” A heavy voice called for them.

Lily turned, smiling widely at the big burly man, standing up from the table -knocking over a chair, and his mug in the process.

“Sorry Aberforth! I’ll clean it up!” Hagrid said, ignoring the mess and enveloping the three of them in his arms. “Ah my… this must be the lad then.”

“This is Harry,” James smiled, as Lily discreetly took out her wand and waved away the spilled beer.

“Harry, mate… it’s been a long time comin’,” Hagrid spoke softly, the glow across his face unmatchable as he looked between the three of them. “I can't believe this, the two of yer, parents.”

“Yeah well,” Lily said with a shrug of her shoulders, smiling at her husband and son. Harry’s head lolling against his father’s shoulder, contemplating the interactions in front of him. “We like to keep things interesting, Hagrid. You know that.”

“Interestin’… yer two do that well.”

“Harry, say hello to Hagrid,” Lily cooed, and Harry only buried his head further against his Father’s chest, his thumb rooting itself back in his mouth. “He’s our friend, you were so excited this morning.”

“He’s a very serious baby,” James began, “takes a minute for him to warm up.”

Hagrid’s smile only grew, as he crouched low so the baby could see his face. “Hi lad, yer a very special boy. And yer got some great parents… great great parents.”

Harry looked up, a blank look across his face as he reached out, grasping a handful of Hagrid’s bushy beard in his fist.

“Harry, Harry… ouch.” Lily said calmly, she pulled his hand back, untangling his fingers from the great man’s beard holding it gently in hers. “Sorry Hagrid, he does this to Sirius too.”

Hagrid stood back, smiling, tears unashamedly spilling from his eyes as he looked at them, “I bet he does, just a curious lad eh?” He reached into his big pocket, pulling out a camera that looked comically small in her hand. “Let me get a picture of yer. So I cen remember this day.”

“Of course!” Lily beamed, moving to stand closer to James, her arm wrapping around her son as she shifted in his father’s arms. “Look at the camera Harry!”

***

Start from the behind here! 31 Days of Potters

#jily #harry potter #james potter #jily fic #jily fanfiction #hp marauders #james and lily #lily potter #marauders #hp fanfic

38 notes · View notes

ryuseibutgayer · 1 year

Text

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓘𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓷,, 𝓣𝓸 𝓖𝓸 𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮𝓭

𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓵: 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓲, 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹. 𝓘 𝓴𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓇 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓷 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭 :D

𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓲 (̶T̶̶a̶̶k̶̶e̶̶m̶̶i̶̶t̶̶c̶̶h̶̶y̶) 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓴𝓲

● Have you seen his room? 😭

● Guarantee you he sleeps like an elementary school student, lemme explain

● Of course he's got his racing car patterned bed sheets and green pajama set

● He's scared his poor average mother too many times before by running like a waddle demon at 2 AM, headed straight for the bathroom

● So yes, he may not need a Lotta pee breaks but he barely recognizes he needs em when he does and at that point the only answer is 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔲𝔫

● He's worn the same green pajama set since he was in kindergarten, so he knows that if the temperature is off, it's not him, it's the stupid concept of weather

● He isn't disturbed very often in his sleep unless the temperature is off in his room. He knows what the seasons feel like in his room with that same old ass pajama set and if it's off, he's going to be trying to stick his feet out from his puffy bedsheets and twisting his blonde hairs into pretzels

● Basically, the only ways to wake him up are to open a window, turn up the thermostat, slap him, or douse him with water

● He rolls to the other side like very other half hour, but he's pretty chill aside from that

● OK, yes, he has his temperature system all set up, cool for you- but why the fuck are you cold like you're dead, Takemichi💀 He wakes up, he's perfectly fine. He didn't feel cold, he didn't feel hot, he slept normally?? Like what are you speaking of? 🤨

● I just think the thing to focus on is how he tries to cram something like a healthy burrito in before bed. I know it's a weird thought but you know what? If he's going to be chasing after Mikey, Draken, and everyone else all day with no time to stop and eat or take care of himself, he's got to have one thing, cause if he isn't healthy he can't be a hero. :>

● If he shares a bed with anyone, show them this for advice: He's perfectly fine if you avoid his feet and his breath (it's so stank- he doesn't brush it before bed, only in the mornings). He's not a blanket hog (but he isn't generous), and if you hear him move around, 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾

● Be a doll and just shake him awake real quick if he's having nightmares at all, which may be quite a bit common (he's got so much to worry about, duh). Simply shake him awake and you both can go back to bed. Sometimes heroes need a little saving from their own mind :>

● (𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓯 𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓰𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓽 2𝓐𝓜)

𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓻𝓸 (𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓮𝔂) 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓸

● Ugh everyone knows how easy it is for him to go to sleep- it's waking him up that's a safety hazard

● He hits the pillow pretty easily after a healthy 15 minutes, then he's lightly snoozing for the next 8 hours, minimum

● He needs his pillow buddy or he can't koala cuddle 🥹

● " His dreams are so odd, I cannot" 🫷🤓 He will dream of doing can-cans with pastel fish mascots with the rest of Toman in the background doing a jig, then wake up to tell Draken immediately to see if he can conjure up a meaning like a magic man of wisdom as we all know dear Draken is.

● Comercials haunt him. He will wake up yelling like Baji, saying " I DON'T NEED YOUR DAMN LAWYER, BRING BACK THE TAIYAKI TUTORIALS-" " GET OUT OF MY FACE WITH THAT, THE ONLY THING I WANNA DRIVE IS MY BELOVED SWEET CB250T "

● 100%, if touched while shifting around in bed, he'll throw hands with his eyes closed

● I feel like his room leaks a bit, and he's definitely woken up to his feet up to his knees in murky ass runaway tree water after a storm. Please he's only 5'3", he'll drown 😭🙏

● Why does he move in his sleep?

● Why must he frighten me?

● He just moves. It's at a snail pace, but he'll be at the foot of the bed at 8 and if you come back 17 minutes later, he's putting his unconscious Flexibility to the test with his chin on the ground, ribs touching the bed, and feet in the air

● 📸 👀

● How else can a poor soul afford a Taiyaki addiction😢🫴💵

● He will fall and hit his damn head against the wall, slowly reach the cold metal bed frame, and still snoozes

● He normally wakes up at about 6AM if he's on his routine of going to bed by 8PM. He basically goes from death slumber to Feather slumber

● His dreams may also be of those he's lost, and he will force himself to stay asleep and deep into it so he can get more time with them, even at 10, 11, or hell even into the afternoon. This can cause him to be a bit grumpy later in the day, but seeing those he has is definitely gonna make him feel better. However, he'll get super ungodly pissed the whole day if someone wakes him up, so think on the schedule 😀

● Just let him drag his damn blanket and blonde rat's nest around the house until he's got some coffee and a taiyaki, then he'll be all good

𝓚𝓮𝓷 (𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷) 𝓡𝔂𝓾𝓰𝓾𝓳𝓲

● This stiff motherfucker is an NPC

● If you think he's already tall and awkward, walk your ass out after walking in on him asleep

● He'll be laying face down, straight, no limb out of place like a fresh mold out of a box or a beginning artist's front profile, head in the center of the pillow and feet bent

● His room is pretty cold. If you consider where he lives, you'd believe that the other rooms have excellent maintenance as far as heating or air conditioning, and his room as an old storage room would most likely not have the same pleasantries (he doesn't care, he's got tanktops, he's got sweatpants, he's got ✨️ non pussy bitch prowess ✨️ basically a minimalist)

● In the winter though, he'll be so annoyed by the drafts coming in from the elevator and cracks in the seams of the building seals

● During the winter is the only time he doesn't sleep like a lagging NPC

● He'll be spread out as far as possible and making himself comfortable on his back for once

● Once he's comfy, he grunts like a grizzly bear and uses his biceps as pillows for himself lmao

● He doesn't necessarily snore, he just has odd breathing patterns

● Gets up 20 times a night to get water and still falls back asleep like nothing happened, completely fresh. Girl how the fu- slay. 😀🫳✨️

● Okay, I don't know how the 🦆 to explain this but here I go

● One time Mikey just randomly gave Draken a plant to hold in his sleep and then he couldn't get it out of Draken's death hold

● Another time, Mitsuya had been over to study with him for biology, and it was a great opportunity for peace because he had someone trustworthy to babysit Luna and Mana for the night, which was rare. Mitsuya was going to head out, seeing as it was late and Draken fell asleep, but he almost forgot him jacket. He grabbed his book and saw his jacket was..under Draken. So he tries to grab it? No, Draken gets a new temporary Teddy bear to have more hair to pull

● Mitsuya woke up with a few thin patches and eye bags. Never stayed past 10 again 😀

#headcanons #manjiro sano #tokrev manjiro #draken #ken ryuguji #takemichi hanagaki #tokrev takemichi #fandom #tokyo rev headcanons

10 notes · View notes

justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

Text

Sleepover with the cullens🌆

Edward Cullen✨

- it would involve Edward being touchy and mostly clingy. Alice would be trying to persue you and be your bestie but Edward tells her it's your private time.

- sleeping isn't a problem but he cant sleep so he would just hug you while your snoring.

- mornings are quite hard and let's admit it you end up hogging the bed sheets.

Your dialogue:

Edward: y/n you looked beautiful while you sleep it was peaceful...

You: oh that's nice-

Edward: are you part steam engine *smirks* because you snored all night

You: *throws a pillow at him* shush you know I can't help it

Edward: *falls out of bed*

Jasper Cullen 🤠

- he would be curious about your sleeping patterns and would be willing to watch you. It's like to say he was rather eager of to watch someone peaceful.

- when you slept your face was squashed against the pillow and he found it cute.

- in the morning you were jumped scared by him staring at you.

Dialogue:

Jasper: *stares at you*

You: *wakes up* ahhhh *punches him*

Jasper: *jumps back at the speed of light*

You: dang it jasper, you can't just stare at people like that

Jasper: sorry Darlin *feels bad*

You: awww you know I hate it when your like that *hugs him with your messy hair*

Alice Cullen 🛍️

- she ends up having a girls night with you, like slumber parties and girls night.

- she keeps Edward out because he ruins everything. You slept next to her and end up quietly breathing.

- in the morning you were no sleeping beauty and needed a coffee to which Alice brings to your liking.

Dialogue:

Alice: awake already I'm glad you looked so pretty sleeping

You: oh thank you, wait what's with the extra pjamas

Alice: well I saw your PJs and I wanted you to try on these

You: there's a lot

Alice: I know so let's try it on

You: no I'm not bothered

Alice: aww please *looks at you with puppy dog eyes*

You: fine *takes the PJs

Rosalie hale💅

- she is really good with slumber parties always knowing how to paint nails and knowing what movies to watch.

- sleeping is harder because well she can be judgemental so your careful to act like sleeping beauty. Even though you fail since you snored loudly and you oddly hogged all the sheets.

- in the morning she will watch you as if she's trying to protect you. Despite that flaw she will stay by your side so no one can take you.

Dialogue:

You: oh hello Rosalie *mumbles in sleep*

Rosalie: *looks slightly judgy*

You: whats with that look

Rosalie: do you always sound like that

You: it's how I sleep

Rosalie: I felt like I was hearing a dog panting

You: well your no perfect Missy moo always judging

Rosalie: I- wanted to see if your alright

You: huh afraid someone's going to steal me

Rosalie: you wish *even though it's true*

You: then lie with me

Rosalie: only if you stop that bear noise of yours

You: deal

Emmett cullen💪

- he will hold you the whole time and make jokes with you. When with everyone he doesn't stop kissing you.

- unfortunately your a night owl and can't sleep but with Emmett he would be your sleeping pillow.

- your not a morning person it seems like as Emmet touches you, you tell him to pee off.

Dialogue:

You: *sleeping*

Emmett: *whispers* your gonna let me drive your car

You: no you won't Emmett stop asking *mumbles in sleep*

Emmett: *whispers* I'm the most handsomest vampire you've ever seen

You: shut up Emmett

Esme cullen💋

- she's the mum of the thing always making sure things are tidy and dinner is perfect for you.

- you lie on her while she prepares your bed, your treated like a queen.

- when you wake up your hair is everywhere and you see Esme come in with breakfast.

Dialogue:

You: *hair is everywhere*

Esme: morning my darling I made you pancakes normally Emmett used to gouge on these

You: oh wow these are so good

Esme: oh thank you dear *smooches your forehead*

Carlise cullen⚕️

- he would be making sure everything is up to your standards. He wouldn't want to disappoint you.

- you often smile when he cuddles with you in bed.

- when you wake up carlise's hair is a mess and yours is too.

Dialogue:

You: carlise your hair *touches it*

Carlise: yeah I'm I haven't slept and I'm kind of glad I don't

You: aww you look like a fluffy cloud

Carlise: I suppose I do don't I Mrs lion

You: heyyyy

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

#twilight saga headcanon #twilight x reader #edward x reader #esme cullen x reader #jasper hale x reader #alice cullen x reader #Emmett cullen X reader #carlise cullen x reader #twilight headcanon #twilight preference #twilight X reader #twilight saga

251 notes · View notes

forzalando · 3 years

Text

Flustered | Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x F!Reader Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: mentions of underage drinking and alcohol, tickling, making out Summary: Your flirty friendship with Fred Weasley comes to a resolution after an argument surrounding the Yule Ball that took place all those years ago.

A/N: hi friends! this is a Fred Weasley fic based on a tik tok i saw last night (all credit for the bolded line goes to the creator of the tik tok). also thank you to @gcdric for discussing this with me very late last night, i hope it turned out well omg i’m NERVOUS. anyway! off we go. please let me know if you’d like to be added to my taglist! i’m updating it since i was on hiatus for awhile! love you guys!

As you sat on the couch of the Burrow, your eyes fixated on the many pictures in the Weasley’s living room, your mind began to drift off with thoughts of the freckled, red-headed boy sat in front of you giggling with his siblings.

There was something extraordinarily special about your friendship with Fred Weasley. After ten plus years of him being the most important person in your life, ever since your first day at Hogwarts when he tripped over your robes as you and your fellow first years hurried into the Sorting Ceremony, you couldn’t imagine life without him.

You had been through so much together; every Hogwarts experience there was to be had, first kisses, first heartbreaks, the Second Great Wizarding War, he was by your side through everything.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N? You look to be thinking entirely too hard for my liking,” Fred sassed, breaking you out of your trance.

“Too hard for your liking?” you retaliated. “What do you care what I’m thinking about?”

“It’s supposed to be a relaxing weekend! You’re much too deep in thought to be relaxing, so of course I care.”

“Well, if you must know, I was thinking about you, Freddie.”

“Carry on then, love. I’ve always wished for your thoughts to be consumed by me.”

With a cheeky wink, Fred went back to a game of exploding snap and you didn’t need to watch to know that Ginny was absolutely kicking his arse. However, you didn’t miss the sly smile that George gave you when Fred’s attention was diverted from you.

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to flirt with one another. In fact, you would dare to say it was the most predominant form of communication between the two of you. There was the occasional time or two where you thought that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same, but he’d always look away quickly or press a kiss to your cheeks instead of your lips, laughing it off as the two of you caught up in a moment that would cross a line that could never be crossed, though you so desperately wanted to.

After another round of exploding snap, Ginny said her goodbyes and apparated back to her flat, but not before promising that she wouldn’t miss anymore family dinners for quidditch practice, which you knew would happen inevitably but smiled nonetheless at her enthusiasm. You’d been a regular appearance at the weekly get-together for as long as you could remember, you were practically part of the family so you could say with appropriate accuracy that Ginny definitely missed dinner more than all of her siblings combined due to her busy schedule.

“Well, I suppose it’s time for us to head back as well,” George mused, eyeing the leftover pies in the kitchen. “Are you staying at ours tonight, Y/N?”

“I’d love nothing more. Besides, I didn’t get to play Fred in exploding snap and I want to knock his ego down just a little bit more.”

George linked arms with you and Fred, laughing about his brother’s awful skills as you apparated to their flat above the shop.

You’d spent many a nights at the twins’ flat over the past couple of years. After the war, you had moved in for a while until you found a job and managed to rent your own place. But, they never got rid of your bed that took up a large corner of their living room, which came in handy after weekly Weasley dinners when you just wanted to spend a bit more time with your favorite boys.

“I’m absolutely knackered,” George said once the three of you had settled on the couch. “I think I might go to bed now, if I’m honest. Besides, I want to be up early to work on those new design sketches for the storefront.”

“George Weasley, you have never gotten up before 10 o’clock on a Sunday in your entire life,” you scoffed.

“There’s a first for everything, Y/N. Goodnight to you and Freddie!”

As George turned away from you both, he faked a yawn and when he was sure Fred wasn’t looking, winked back at you to further confirm your suspicion that he wanted you to be alone with Fred.

He had just about had enough of the tension between you both and took every chance he got to get the two of you alone, by any means necessary.

When you heard George’s bedroom door close, you noticed Fred scoot closer to you on the couch until your legs were touching. He slung his arm over your shoulders and you swung your legs up to lay across his lap.

“What were you thinking about earlier? While Gin and I were playing by the fireplace?” Fred wondered aloud.

“Oh, I was looking at all the pictures on the walls at your Mum and Dad’s. I saw one from you and George’s first day at Hogwarts and I was thinking about how we first met.”

“Hmm, so you were thinking about one of the most embarrassing moments in my life?”

“Please, you’ve done much, much worse. Remember that time in our sixth year when you tried to outdrink George after we won the Slytherin match and you – ”

“Ah, ah, ah, I thought we agreed to never speak of that incident again,” Fred said as he visibly shuddered.

“I was just pointing out that I can think of quite a few moments that were far more embarrassing than tripping on my robes.”

“You’re one to talk! Don’t you remember our fifth year when you and George were running from Filch and you knocked Wood to the ground? Bloody broke his arm, you were so lucky Madame Pomfrey had him fixed up before our next match or he would’ve had a heart attack.”

A loud laugh escaped your lips as you covered your face in embarrassment; that was the year you had followed Oliver around like a lost puppy, although your schoolgirl crush paled in comparison to how you’d felt for Fred back then and now as well but neither twin would ever let you live it down.

“Do you remember the Yule Ball? When Flitwick caught you trying to spike the punch and you slipped and fell in the middle of the dance floor?” You chuckled at the memory, even if the Yule Ball was an event you had tried to forget.

“You were so mad at me that night and the whole week before, I was terribly distracted. If we had been on good terms I would’ve gotten away with it and the slipping never would have happened.”

“Well, it’s your own fault we were fighting! I still can’t believe you didn’t ask me to go with you.”

“Oi, it’s not my fault when you never said you wanted me to ask you.”

“I thought I had made it painfully obvious when I asked you every morning at breakfast if you’d found a date yet and told you that I didn’t have one either.”

Fred threw his head back and laughed, the thought of your shocked face when he had asked Angelina was too priceless a memory to ever forget.

“You were so jealous,” Fred mumbled.

“Jealous?!” you screeched. “I wasn’t jealous, I was annoyed that I had to spend all night with some Durmstrang tosser stepping on my toes. We’ve had this argument literally a million times.”

“No, you were definitely jealous. You shot poor Angie daggers the whole night and she’s such a lovely girl.”

“I shot her daggers because she hogged you and I didn’t get to dance with my best friend a single time at the only Ball we ever had at school.”

“I would’ve asked you to dance if you weren’t mad at me, and you know she was only dancing with me to make George jealous, even if he was oblivious.”

You smiled at that; you knew Angelina only had eyes for George and that going with Fred was some elaborate ruse. Shockingly, it ended up working, and he and Angelina have been together ever since.

“Still think you were jealous,” Fred challenged, poking you in the exact spot on your abdomen that he knew you were ticklish.

“Fred Weasley, for the last time, I was not jealous,” you emphasized as you poked him back.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, love,” he said lowly, a daring glint in his eye.

Never one to heed warnings or follow directions, you poked him again and within seconds he had you pinned underneath him on the couch, his fingers trailing up and down your sides as you couldn’t help but laugh boisterously beneath him.

“Fred – ” you gasped. “Freddie, please, I actually think I might pee on your couch.”

“Not until you admit you were jealous that I asked Angelina!”

You shook your head, the combination of laughter and trying to catch your breath kept you from firing back a witty remark.

After a few moments, you simply couldn’t take anymore and shouted out, “FINE. Fine, you win.”

“What was that, lovey? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“I said, fine, I admit it. I was jealous that you asked Angelina when I wanted you to ask me,” you grumbled, struggling to catch your breath in between words.

“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You glared up at him and moved to push him off of you when you realized just how close his face was to yours. If you concentrated hard enough, you could count each individual freckle splattered across his nose and cheeks. Almost instinctually, your eyes flickered down to his lips, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of staring, so you quickly looked away.

Fred noticed that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and, in true Fred Weasley fashion, couldn’t resist a flirty joke.

“You really want to kiss me right now, don’t you?” Fred chuckled.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “yeah, I do.”

Surging forward, you pressed your lips to his and immediately wove your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. You were so tired; tired of the constant flirting and feeling as if you would forever have to love him from afar while he lived his life blissfully unaware of how much it hurt you to hide how you felt.

His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him; the raw emotion in the way he desperately kissed you left little doubt in your mind that he had wanted this for as long as you had. His hands slipped under your shirt and his fingers blazed a trail of fire up your spine; a breathy moan escaped your lips but Fred swallowed the sound with his mouth, deepening the kiss and pulling you even closer.

A scream from behind the couch caused you to jump apart, chests heaving and hair sticking up every possible way. You sat up to look over the back of the couch to see George Weasley, looking visibly shaken and guilty, with his hands covering his eyes.

“Oh my god, I leave you alone for thirty minutes and you’re about to shag on my bloody couch. Jesus, ok, let me just, uh, well, I’ve probably ruined the mood, haven’t I?”

“George,” you hissed. “What are you doing sneaking around, I thought you were going to bed?!”

“Yeah, I said I was,” he said sheepishly as he uncovered his eyes, “but I might have been eavesdropping on your conversation. When I heard it go all quiet, I thought I’d come out and see if you two fools had fallen asleep, but clearly, that was not the case.”

“Eavesdropping? I swear to Merlin, George, you’re a ten year old boy. I can’t believe you! Of all the immature and invasive things to do, my God.”

“Well, pardon me, I just wanted to see if my idiot brother would finally grow some balls and tell you he’s in love with you!”

“I’m not sure what you’re on about but that doesn’t mean you can just sneak up on people,” you chided. “Fred, would you please back me up here, what is wrong with you – ”

You turned around to pull Fred into the argument only to find him sitting on top of the coffee table with a dazed look in his eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Fred, are you alright?” you asked worriedly.

He slowly lifted his head and looked into your eyes; you could see just how flushed his face was now that he wasn’t staring at the floor and good Godric, he was as red as the hair on his head.

“I…I…You,” he stammered. “You kissed me?”

“Yes, I suppose that is what happened,” you muttered sheepishly.

“Y/N Y/L/N…you…you kissed me?”

“Freddie, what the hell is the matter with you?”

George burst into laughter and you whirled back around to glare at him, however, this time, he didn’t hush up like he usually did.

“Like I said before, he’s in love with you, and now he can’t even form a coherent sentence because you kissed him, this is golden. Ol’ cock sure Freddie, a pile of mush because of a little makeout sesh, I’ve got to send an owl to Lee…” George trailed off as he turned and rushed back towards his bedroom.

You took another look at Freddie and smiled at the lovestruck look on his face. He was shaking his head in his hands and you saw the redness on his neck as well, which only happened when he was well and truly flustered.

“This is so humiliating,” he groaned as you sat down next to him.

“I think it’s rather cute, if that makes you feel any better,” you said as you chuckled and placed a hand on his thigh.

He removed his head from his hands and looked at you adoringly, the giddy smile on his face ignited butterflies in your stomach and your heart beat wildly in your chest.

“All the times I imagined how this would pan out…it definitely wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I mean, not that I’m mad about it, it was incredibly sexy how you just grabbed me and kissed me, but I wasn’t supposed to be a bumbling fool afterwards.”

A moment of silence washed over the both of you as Fred intertwined your hands and steadily held your gaze.

“George was right, you know. I am in love with you. Have been for quite a long time, if I’m being honest.”

“Well, in the spirit of honesty, I guess I should say that I’m in love with you too.”

“Bloody brilliant,” he sighed as he leaned in to kiss you again, but you stopped him just before your lips touched.

“You’re not going to pass out or anything if we kiss again, are you?”

“No promises, love, but I’ll try my best.”

taglist: @theweasleysredhair @hufflepuffbaby9 @theboywhocriedlupin @swellwriting @fortisfiliae @thoseofgreatambition @wildfire-whizbangs @woakiees

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley fic #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley oneshot #lumosbarnes #tw: alcohol

843 notes · View notes

nightshade-minho · 4 years

Text

-Blue Book- (10)

Act 2

Warnings: angsty shit, future smut.

Wc: 1.8k (sorry for the short ass chapter-)

You blinked sleepily, a finger poking your arm and insistently pulling you out of your slumber.

A whine left your mouth as you opened your eyes slightly, Felix's face hovering over yours.

"Lix-" You groaned, pushing him away and casting a quick glance at the clock on your wall. " It's a Saturday morning, fucking let me sleep." You rolled over, burying your face in the pillow as Felix let out a deep sigh.

"Y/n, this is important. There's something I thought I should let you know-"

"Fuck. Off." You growled, voice muffled by the pillow.

Felix sat there for a moment, contemplating his life choices. Why exactly did he think it would be a good idea to try and wake you up at 8 am on a Saturday?

If he told you the news now, you'd be mad at him for having disturbed your precious sleep. If he tells you when it's too late- god, you'd be pissed beyond doubt.

Either way, he'd have to face your wrath. Deciding he didn't want such a pretty morning to be ruined, he put it off. Was it the right decision? Guess he had to wait and find out.

He cast one last glance at your sleeping face, heart beating. He hoped you’d take it well...he doesn’t want to see you devastated again.

Mentions of him always managed to do exactly that, though.

He really wasn’t prepared for another night of crying and excessive wine drinking, patting your back as you asked the same question, again and again.

He wished he could let you know you were more than enough, worthy of the world. And he’d be sure to protect you.

He wasn’t going to hurt you. Not again.

***

When you finally woke up, courtesy of your alarm, you sat up and slid out of bed. Stumbling out of your room, you headed to the bathroom, which seemed to be locked.

"Lix! Come out, I really need to pee!"

"Just a second!"

You groaned and rested your head against the door, letting your eyes flutter closed again. Felix was definitely a wonderful roommate- you'd gotten lucky in that department- but he always hogged the bathroom, and it infuriated you.

You still remembered the day you met Felix again. You'd moved back to the town after about five years, no longer wanting to live with your mom and her insufferable boyfriend. As soon as you graduated, you took advantage of your newfound independence to go back to where it all began.

Running into Felix had been a pleasant surprise. The two of you had gone to a café to catch up. He mentioned his need for a roommate, and since then you'd been inseparable. He re-introduced you to the boys, including Minho who you’d already been in touch with. They’d all been friends even after high school and throughout college, their old group intact. Well, except for him.

Chan had moved away just a few weeks after you had, according to Felix. It had been quite sudden, and there were barely any goodbyes, just like with you. Half the guys had been relieved, apparently. Especially Minho.

Everything that had happened back in high school seemed extremely childish, now that you were an adult with a job and bills to pay. However, you still couldn't exactly find it in your heart to forgive Chan. He was your first love, after all...and those tend to turn bittersweet. He'd betrayed your trust and played with your feelings. Yes, you were young and naïve, but you should have seen it coming- you'd always thought he was too perfect for you. Too good to be true...

You almost fell forward when the door suddenly opened, snapping out of your thoughts as Felix caught you, chuckling.

"Take a shower, sleepyhead." He chuckled, ruffling your hair as he let you go and walked over to the kitchen, presumably to make breakfast.

You smiled as he left, sleepily removing your sweatpants and shirt when you heard your phone ring from on top of the sink. Pausing, you inched closer and grabbed it as you shut the door, lifting the phone to your ear after a quick glance at the caller ID.

"Minho! I was just about to take a shower-"

A chuckle from the other end. "Sure, I was just calling to remind you."

"Remind me? Of what?"

"We were planning to go to the mall today!" His indignant voice came shooting into your ears. You winced and giggled, clutching the phone tighter as a loud sigh came through.

"Chill, I didn't forget."

A huff. "Good. I'll pick you up in a bit."

You ended the call, a faint smile lingering on your face. Your unlikely friendship with Minho was one the universe itself probably didn't see coming, in all honesty.

You still remembered how vile he used to be. Yes, he had a reason, but that didn’t exactly erase all the pain and discomfort he’d put you through.

He’d shown massive regret, though. Proved that he changed for the better. Besides, you couldn’t exactly push him away after finding out what connected the two of you. So, you’d forgiven him...

You wondered if you would ever find it in yourself to forgive Chan the same way- if you ever see him again, that is. The pain he’d caused was worse. You’d trusted him...loved him, only to find out he’d been using you all along. That he was in love with someone else, even as he hugged you and kissed you. As you brushed your teeth, your mind drifted, memories made with him replaying in your head. The feeling of his soft lips pressed against yours...intertwined fingers, his arms wrapped firmly around you as a storm raged on, a similar one swirling in your heart.

You shook your head, rinsing your mouth as you reminded yourself that it was all in the past. There was no point thinking about Chan anymore. You had Felix and Minho, your best friends and the only people that mattered, currently. It was all you needed.

***

Chan’s grip on the steering wheel was loose, his eyes half-open as he drove. He was way too tired, and it was probably dangerous to drive in his state. He was already close, though.

He briefly averted his eyes from the road to check the directions Felix had texted him. Yes, he’d arrive any minute now.

His heart was pounding. He couldn’t believe he was back here, years later. He’d missed this town, to be honest. And yet, at the time, his parents’ transfer had felt like a blessing. A way to escape from the pain he’d felt at your betrayal, as well as your sudden departure.

Felix had told him. You were his roommate. There was a lump in his throat, nervousness and anxiety at the thought of seeing you again brimming up. He didn’t know if he was ready.

The initial anger he’d felt when he saw you with Minho had faded away. All that was left now was disappointment, a faint sadness lingering in the back of his mind at all times.

You’d been the one to show him what happiness felt like. He’d felt it when cuddling your small frame- skin pressed against skin, your radiant smile etching itself into his brain. He’d felt it when you took him to that museum, showing him what true beauty was.

He couldn’t forget what you felt like. He’d tried to, with numerous people. And yet...all he could think about was you. Even now, as an adult. And here he was, mere minutes away from having to see your face again.

Just be quick. In, out. Greet Felix, catch up with him a little and that’s it. Come on, Chan. You can do this...

He parked the car, swallowing as he stepped out. This was it.

***

You pulled up your pants just as you heard the doorbell ring. “Coming!’ You shouted, zipping up as you ran over to the door, opening it and glaring.

"Ah, finally! You're late."

"I had to drop Dea at school." Minho shook his head, entering your apartment and heading straight to the kitchen, the enticing smells luring him in.

"Oh. How is she? It's been a while since I saw her."

"She's good. Misses you a little. She asked me when we're all going to hang out again."

"Soon." You assured, knowing you weren't that busy the following week. Following him into the kitchen, you watched Felix flip the pancakes, looking up as Minho entered.

"Hey, Min. Didn't know you were coming today. Want some?" He tilted his chin towards the pan.

Minho smirked and grabbed one of the strawberries Felix had set aside, popping into his mouth and shaking his head. "No, thanks. We've got a movie to catch, so we have to leave right away." You pouted at that, crossing your arms. "But I don't wanna be hungry! Want pancakes." You mumbled.

The two men looked at you, eyebrows raised at your sudden display. Felix cringed, chuckling as Minho cooed at you.

"You're so cute." He pinched your cheek, looking back at his watch. "Ah fuck, we really have to go now, Y/n."

"But-" You looked over at Felix, who flashed you an apologetic grin as Minho grabbed your hand, practically dragging you over to the door.

"Wait!" Felix suddenly called out, cursing under his breath as he remembered what he was supposed to tell you. Fuck, he’d almost forgot.

"There's no time to waste! We'll be back later, Lix-"

It was too late. Felix was secretly glad Minho was taking you away though. Maybe he could quickly get things done with Chan, and get him to leave before you come back? No...it would be unfair to keep the truth from you. He didn't want you to run into Chan on accident, and quite possibly murder him when you get home.

Calming down a little, he turned back to his pan, just as Minho opened the door.

Wait-

Your eyes widened as your eyes landed on the man standing in front of you.

No. It couldn't be...were you hallucinating? Or was that really Chan, frozen in place with his finger hovering over the doorbell?

Unfortunately, it wasn't a trick your brain was playing on you. Minho was staring at Chan too, shell-shocked as the latter's gaze drifted down to your intertwined hands.

A mass of uncomfortable feelings and emotions you'd repressed for years bubbled up to the surface, almost making you want to throw up. This couldn't be happening.

Chan felt the same way. So you were still with Minho? Fuck, the regret in him was raw, painful as it resurfaced. Suddenly, the anger was back.

The prolonged silence was suspicious to Felix. "Hey, guys...?" He frowned and left the kitchen, stopping in his tracks as he saw Chan and you, icy glares evident as you stared at each other.

"Fuck." He gulped, inching closer to the three. "Um. This was what I m-meant to tell you, Y/n. Surprise! Chan's back!" He giggled nervously, the anger in your eyes scaring him slightly as you turned to look at him.

Chan gritted his teeth, eyes still trained on your hands. “I’m back.” He repeated, glaring at you.

Fuck.

#chan angst #bang chan angst #chan smut #bang chan smut #minho fluff #felix fluff #skz angst #skz smut #skz fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #minho smut #chan x reader #bang chan series

320 notes · View notes

cleverstorystop · 3 years

Text

Something was definitely wrong. I knew my boyfriend had been acting weird ever since his accident at work a few weeks ago. He'd passed every post exposure accident test his company's doctor offered. It was the longest 16 days ever, I wanted to fuck him and take all his stress away. He certainly loves when I push him up against a wall and go to town. But for those awful 16 days I had to be content playing with myself or watching porn. He wouldn't let me touch him. Some stupid company fed line of reducing exposure to other people. He's an X-ray repair tech. It's not like he had direct contact with sick people.

But still, I was a good supportive and loving boyfriend and just masturbated til my arm hurt. Finally the day came. His company doctor said he was in the clear from any exposure or radiation sickness. He texted me and I grinned ear to ear, I had given up playing with myself 3 days ago because I knew this day was almost here. I rushed home and got our bedroom just the way he liked it. When he walked in and called out to me, I had been waiting behind the front door. I pushed it shut as he dropped his keys on the table next to the door. He bristled and relaxed as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was the perfect amount shorter than me. When I threw my arms around him, it locked him exquisitely in my clutches as I began to pepper him with kisses. "I've been waiting for this babe." I dropped my arms to his tight waist and hoisted him into the air, he wrapped his legs around my back and all was right in the world. I carried him to our bedroom and threw him down on our bed, relishing the groaning squeak it gave out, there were soon to be many more of those. Sadly for me though, our dog wanted out and was tap dancing at our sliding door to the backyard.

With an annoyed sigh, I stood and reluctantly trudged over to the door and let the vile beast outside. As I turned around, suddenly I was being picked up and thrown to the bed. I was surprised but rock hard. I'm a vers top and my beloved was a vers bottom, I was hoping to just make love to him; but I certainly wasn't going to say no to him taking charge. He'd really been hitting the weights hard, a few times his grip on my hips was painful and it felt like he was trying to split me in two with the monster he discretely possessed.

It was fantastic. He was a bit rougher than I'd grown used to, but I was plenty ok with it, I got off so hard when he got rough. This new level of aggression was taking me to new highs. I managed to gasp out how close I was to cumming when he started to hammer away at me like a man possessed. With a shout louder than I'd ever heard, he unleashed an absolute torrent of cum inside me, if I didn't know better I'd swear I tasted it. He collapsed on top of me and panted like the beast he was for serving up a fucking like that. I was in absolute heaven, I'd shot twice during our escapades. Once as he grabbed and pawed at me, the second in unison with the tidal wave he filled me with. He finally stood and I rolled over, laughing deliriously. "Damn, I'm gonna have to hold out on you more often stud." I grinned at him and pulled him to me by the wrists. He deftly slipped his hands from mine and pinned my own wrists above me to the point I couldn't move, he pushed his half hard cock against my hole and grunted out "Don't forget you're mine, I'll fuck you when I want to."

I bit my lip and arched my ass into that blessed semi "I always want you to." I grinned. As we both came down from our sex high, I got up to go to pee and found my stomach distended. He'd cum so much he literally filled me up with his load. After going to the bathroom, I came back to bed and curled up with my love, happy as could be.

It wasn't until the next week that things got weird. When I got up that morning, my love had already left for work. I was off today so I planned to go to the gym. First though I was ravenous, I felt like I could eat my own weight. I was also in a very hangry way, everything was pissing me off and pushing my buttons. I made myself a hefty breakfast and then immediately booked it to the gym to burn off this unusual aggression. I had what may have been my best workout ever. I met every personal best I'd ever set and exceeded quite a few of them too.

I was headed for the sauna and caught sight of just how pumped I was looking. I stopped to pose a little bit when another guy walked in with posing briefs on, he scoffed at me and I heard him mutter something about "fucking pretty boy runts always hogging the mirror". It lit a fire under me, I took my time flexing and contorting to get every perfect shot, his words haunted me. I felt the anger like a surge. I was so mad I was hot, no wait, there's sweat steaming off me, I was literally hot. The fire in my belly was very real and it burned like a sun. I had already sent a few pictures to my sweetheart when he called me out of the blue.

"Baby, I love you and it's going to be ok, but I need you home, NOW!" He hung up and my heart began to pound. I grabbed my things and headed for the door, as I was leaving I caught myself in the mirror again "Holy fuck, I'm green!"

#transformation #hulk #gay

70 notes · View notes

ray-ray-writings · 3 years

Note

💫 anon came zooming haha

A lil c!Sapnap thing where he essentially takes reader home to meet Skeppy and Bad (since they're his parents I think) and the reader is really nervous about it, but when they get there, Bad and Skeppy ADORE them and fawn over them and then start poking at Sapnap, asking when he's gonna finally make the reader an official part of the family via marriage and he and the reader get all embarrassed and it's just cute fluff

💫 I love you so much. Thank you for this blessing!

Yes! So you and Sapnap have been dating for a while now. Sapnap is always talking about you to his parent, Bad and Skeppy. And finally they’ve had enough of just hearing about you from him, they want to hear about you from yourself and so they ask Sapnap to bring home this person that he’s in love with. Sapnap is so excited for it because he loves you, he loves his parents, it’s his three absolute favorite people meeting and he wants it so bad. The next time he’s with you, he brings up the idea. You really don’t want to accept because it makes you really nervous to think about, but then you see the really hopeful and excited look in Sapnap’s eye and you let out a sigh and you agree. Sapnap would shout in excitement and pull you into a really big hug, press lots of kisses to your face, and promise you that you won’t regret it and you can’t help but become a little excited about it too. When Sapnap goes home that day, he has the biggest grin on his face. He tells his parents that you’ll be coming over for dinner in two days and they are so excited. The next day, Bad literally spends the entire day scrubbing the house to make sure that it is spotless when you come over. Sapnap tries to convince his father that he doesn’t have to do that, that you won’t mind, but Bad simply thrusts a mop in his hands and commands him to go clean the bathroom. Skeppy spends the day pouring through cookbooks and old family recipes, searching for the perfect one to make for you when you come over. He finally finds one he thinks you may like and goes to the bathroom to ask Sapnap what he thinks of it. Sapnap is in the middle of taking a pee when the door flies open and his father strides in with a piece of paper in his hand. “Dad!” Sapnap yells, “Get out!” Skeppy brushes him off and holds up the recipe, “Nothing I haven’t seen before. Do you think Y/N will like this?” Sapnap quickly finishes his pee, flushes, and while he’s washing his hands he looks at the paper. A soft smile graces his face, one his father immediately notices, “Yeah… It’s actually their favorite” And Skeppy can’t help but be filled with pride because not only did he pick out their favorite food, but Sapnap knew that about his s/o off the top of their head. Skeppy gives Sapnap a pat on the back, “Thanks son” The next day is the day. The whole day, Bad and Skeppy are in the kitchen carefully making the dinner, being sure to follow the recipe to a T. The two dads had sent Sapnap out of the house until dinner time. Sapnap grumbled something out about “You forget to add water to ramen noodles one time” before he goes over to your house, where you are freaking out. When Sapnap arrives, your entire closet is strung out on your bed. You’re pacing in front of all of your clothes, searching for the perfect outfit. Sapnap can tell how nervous you are so instead of trying to make some funny joke, he simply helps you pick out your outfit. “Are you sure they’ll like this?” You ask, staring in a mirror as you smoothed the outfit down. Sapnap walks up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist and sets his chin on your shoulder, “Of course they’ll like it. I like it so they’ll like it.” And you can tell that his words just weren’t referring to the clothes on your body. So you let out a soft breath and turn around and place a soft kiss on his lips. “Thanks” You two just hang out until it’s time to go to the house for dinner. Your hands are shaking so bad as you approach the house. Before Sapnap opens the door, he stops and turns your body toward him. He grabs both your hands and brings them up to his lips and presses soft kisses to your knuckles, “They’re going to love you baby. Just like I love you.” His reassurance calms you down a bit. You give him a small nod and he gives you one back before he removes one hand from yours to open the door and pull you inside. “Dads! We’re home!” Sapnap calls as he closes the door behind him. Immediately two sets of footsteps rush from the kitchen. Sapnap’s fathers appear in front of you with wide and excited grins on their faces. You let go of Sapnap’s hand and hold it out in front of you, “Hello Mr. and Mr. Halo, I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you,” you state nervously, your hand visibly shaking as you hold it out for a handshake. “Oh aren’t you just the cutest thing ever!” Bad exclaims before rushing forward and pulling you into a big warm hug. You’re a little shocked, but you relax into the hug and hug him back. “Alright dear, don’t hog them.” Bad lets you go and throws a playful glare over his shoulder at his husband, “then get over here you little muffin.” Skeppy chuckles as he steps forward and gives you a hug too. It’s shorter than Bad’s, but it’s still nice. “It’s so great to finally meet you kiddo. And please, just call us Bad and Skeppy. There’s no need for all that formality” Skeppy tells you with a grin. You give him a shy smile back and a little nod, “Okay Mr. Ha-- Sorry, Skeppy,” You correct yourself causing Bad to let out a small squeal. “Oh you are just the cutest little muffin. Sapnap why didn’t you bring them home sooner?” Suddenly all of the attention shifted to your boyfriend who was just leaning back and watching the interaction with a big smile. “Oh--” He exclaims, extremely caught off guard. “Well… Um… I don’t know! You never asked!” He exclaims defensively causing the three of you to laugh. “You do that all the time baby, maybe learn to take some responsibility” You tease your boyfriend. Bad and Skeppy pause and you worry you’ve said something wrong. But then laughter rips through their throats and they’re patting you on the back, “Oh my gosh! You got him so good!” Skeppy cackles. Sapnap pouts and walks forward and wraps his arms around you, “That’s not fair babe and you know it.” You only give him a wink and a kiss on his nose. Once the laughter dies down Bad ushers you two into the kitchen and you let out a gasp at the sight. “Is this okay?” Bad asks, gesturing to the meal that the two had spent all day preparing, “Okay? This is perfect, I don’t know if you know but this is actually my favorite dish,” you explain shyly, your eyes scanning the table. Bad and Skeppy exchange a glance before looking back at you, “Well don’t be afraid, sit! Eat!” Sapnap is quick to pull out a chair for you and pushes you in before sitting down himself. Bad and Skeppy exchange another fond look, they’ve taught him so well. The four of you begin to dig in and Bad and Skeppy begin to ask you questions which you answer with ease, your nerves completely gone at this point. At the end of the night, Bad and Skeppy have decided that they love you and they never want you to leave. “So Sapnap,” Skeppy begins after the table had been cleared off, “Yeah Dad?” He responds, looking up from where he was playing with your fingers, “When are you two going to get married”. A sharp gasp comes from both of you as the question passes through Skeppy’s lips so easily. “Yeah, when are you? Y/N here is basically apart of the family already, when are you going to make it official?” Bad backs up his husband. Sapnap is staring at them with wide eyes because even though he’s thought about it, he hasn’t actually talked to anyone about marrying you. But in your eyes, tears prick. Bad and Skeppy think of you as part of the family. Bad and Skeppy approve of you. They want you to marry Sapnap so that it’s official. Bad’s eyes catch on your face and he immediately panics, thinking he’s gone too far. “Oh dear, we didn’t mean to upset you, it’s just-” And a huge smile crosses your face and a sob that sounds like a laugh escapes your lips and you bury your face in Sapnap’s shoulder and just press a kiss to it. Sapnap immediately understands what it is you’re feeling and what you’re trying to say. So he lets out a small laugh and wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. “They’re not upset dad. Quite the opposite. They’re really happy that you like them and think of them as a part of the family.” And again, pride wells up in the two fathers because it’s so amazing that Sapnap can tell that about you, just from a look and a touch. “I love you so much sweetheart” Sapnap murmurs in your ear as he leans down and presses a kiss to the side of your face. Bad and Skeppy stand from the table and walk over to you and squat to your level on your open side. You pull yourself from Sapnap and fling yourself in their arms. “Thank you. That means so much more to me than you’ll ever know” Bad strokes your hair as Skeppy rubs your back. “Of course sweetheart. Welcome to the family”

I want this so bad you guys. I just want to date Sapnap, is that too much to ask for?

#mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt drabble #sapnap #sapnap drabble #sapnap imagine #badboyhalo #skeppy #drabble #ray responds #ray loves sapnap a lot #ray is soft #💫 anon #anon #asks

107 notes · View notes

norman891 · 3 years

Text

...

@sleightlyoffhand

Edward sat watching the stars fade as sunrise transformed the blackness to grey, shades of lavender, apricot, gold, then brighter shades of blue. He had been awake over twenty-four hours so far, first hunting and then tending the smokers that were curing and preserving venison, wild turkey, and wild boar for the crew. He had bagged up the jerky as it finished drying first but he didn’t want it overly dry. The hog jowls and belly for bacon should be done in another few hours.

The larger cuts of venison, boar, and the whole turkeys would take a bit longer, probably mid-afternoon. Those men not on guard duty were beginning to wake and were once again feasting on wild boar and some biscuits Victor had baked in a large Dutch oven. Victor brought Edward a plate and a hot cup of tea. The food was appreciated, but the tea was what Edward needed most of all. He could feel his body begin to feel more awake and livelier as he sipped the warm, brown liquid.

The deer hides and rattlesnake skin had been thoroughly cleaned and tanned using animal brains and stretched over frames. They would be ready for use within a few days and the frames could be taken back to the ship. Sinew and bone were saved for future use, and both could be used for a multitude of purposes.

Victor was overseeing the loading of provisions to be taken out to the ship: lard, dried and fresh fruit and mushrooms, fresh and dried corn, and the cured jerky as well as some pots and pans he wouldn’t need on shore anymore today. Edward sent the great kilt back to the ship also. Victor gave him a hearty slap on his back.

“My little Scottie dog, he is damn fine hunter, eh?” His deep voice boomed.

“Thank ye, sir,” Edward replied. “Tis how I helped my Da’ feed my family before he sent me tae Bristol tae apprentice under my Uncle Guy. He had his own butcher shop.”

“Ah,” Victor nodded. “So that is when you were taken by the press gang?”

“Aye,” Edward rubbed the back of his head instinctively. He took another long swig of his tea. “Two damned years on the Flora. I was ne’er so glad to see a black flag in my life as when the Jolly Roger overtook her. God bless Captain Hook for taking me on. I could nae have taken much more on that cursed hulk.”

“Da,” Victor agreed. “Why doesn’t my friend stretch his legs. I’ll watch the smokers for a while. You’ve tended them all night.”

“Thank ye, Victor,” Edward nodded. “I could fair have a good pee I think.” He headed off towards those boulders, smiling to himself, relieving the pressure on his bladder very close to the spot where he and Hook had…. He looked around. He hadn’t seen the captain this morning. He walked towards the tent and discovered Hook still asleep in a hammock set up under the tent.

Edward walked over to check on the guards to see if they’d had a chance to get some breakfast and see what, if anything, had caught their attention. All reported no problems, except for Bill Jukes. He was eyeing a strange bundle of leaves that he hadn’t seen the previous evening.

Edward unholstered Matthew and Mark and cautiously approached the odd shaped bundle. He scanned the surrounding forest carefully, on high alert for a trap set by those horrid little boys, but he saw nothing. He picked the bundle up carefully and discovered it was sticky. Returning to the beach by Jukes, he unwrapped some of the leaves to discover the large chunk of honeycomb.

“Well who would have left that?” Jukes asked, thoroughly confused. “I never closed me eyes last night. Cap’n ‘ll have me flogged for this.” He fretted.

“Nae,” Edward reassured Bill. “I hae a few ideas about where this came from. I think someone be trying tae make a peace offering. Don’t you fret. I’ll take this to Victor, and we can have it with biscuits sometime.”

Victor was thrilled to get the honeycomb and crammed it into his last empty crock, setting it in the longboat to go back to the ship. He sent the fully loaded boat back to the ship to store the provisions in the pantry and galley.

Hook was awake by now and walked down to the shore, watching the boat, now about halfway to the Jolly Roger. He noticed Victor and Edward both liking their fingers.

“And what is so tasty, gentlemen?” he inquired.

“Someone brought us a good hunk of honeycomb,” Victor answered.

“Who?!” Hook demanded.

“It was wrapped in leaves and left about twenty feet inside the forest,” Edward reported. “Jukes spotted it. I hae me own ideas about who brought it.”

“Oh?”

“I think that be a peace offering from the long absent Mr. Haigh, for his disappearing act.” Edward mused. “I di’ nae see the redskins nae those little demons gifting us wi’ perfectly good honey.”

“No,” Hook said thoughtfully, turning to look back at his defenses.

“I di’ nae trust that man, Captain Hook, sir.” Edward continued. “He’s nae a pirate nor a privateer. He’s a bloody no-good mercenary, a killer for hire and he’s nae allegiance tae you or any one o’ us.”

“True…” Hook answered, his eyes scanning the area. Finally, he spied Haigh, reclining comfortably on a small outcropping of rock, overlooking the camp. His anger bristled. “Mr. Haigh!” Hook roared. “Get your ass down here now and explain yourself!”

The rest of the crew all turned to eye Haigh, who was still lounging, quite satisfied on his cozy spot.

“NOW!” Hook roared again. Edward watched the red sparks flicker in Hook’s blue eyes, and Haigh lazily rose to his feet, yawned and stretched.

“Back to your smokers, Mr. Butcher.” Hook ordered. He noted Edward’s concern as he started to return to his position. “It will go better.” Hook said quietly.

Edward returned to the smokers, adding wood chips and checking the doneness of the meat, but still keeping an eye on his captain.

“Today, Mr. Haigh!” Hook roared again. This man’s insubordination in front of most of the crew was a problem he must deal with swiftly.

Victor stood behind Edward. “Here comes trouble,” he stated flatly in his heavy Russian accent.--

#captain hook #neverland #pirates #peter pan 2003 #sleightlyoffhand

6 notes · View notes

leelysian · 3 years

Text

Hyunjin as your older brother AU 💖✨

genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k

warnings: swearing

Disclaimer: I do not personally know Hyunjin. This work is purely fiction and my own idea. I took inspiration from his on screen persona. Please do not translate or re-upload my work.

☆ Let's start with you as babies.

☆ Hyunjin wasn’t too bothered with the idea of having a sibling.

☆ When your parents first broke the news to him, he was pretty indifferent.

☆ Your parents honestly thought he’d throw a tantrum or something but indifference was something they didn’t have in mind.

☆ They slowly tried warming up to the idea of having a younger sibling to him, things like protecting them, taking care of them, sharing things with them etc.

☆ He wasn’t too keen on sharing.

☆ Your parents diverted his mind from that thinking they’d deal with it later when it came to that in the future.

☆ Initially Hyunjin would be nonchalant but once he saw how invested your parents were for your arrival- creating a nursery, making baby clothes, buying baby stuff etc. Hyunjin slowly got more curious.

☆ Y’all know how his unnerving stare is, he’d just stare wide eyed in blatant curiousity at his parents preparing things.

☆ He’d look at his mum eating weird things to satisfy her pregnancy cravings with disgust and sometimes mild curiousity.

☆ “Why are you eating *insert craving*?” he’d ask. “Baby likes them.” your mum would say. "Oh. Baby's weird."

☆ That would make her laugh.

☆ Days pass by and finally the third trimester arrives. The baby is healthy and kicking.

☆ The fam was watching tv one fine evening when your mum felt a kick and gasped. Both dad and son jump up "What's wrong?"

☆ "Thebabykicked!" she said quickly in a word vomit. "What?" "THE BABY JUST KICKED!"

☆ *cue the freaking out*

☆ She grabbed Hyunjin's tiny hand and pressed it against her big bump when Hyunjin gasped in shock. "WOAH! BABY REALLY KICKED MUM!"

☆ "You were like that too, son." your dad would tell him. "I was?" he'd ask and point to himself and both your parents hummed in agreement.

☆ "You should talk to baby more, I'm sure baby can hear you." your mum told him as she ruffled his hair. "Okay mum."

☆ Thus, in random times he'd say things like "Come quickly." "I can't wait to see you." "I'm eating *insert food*, I think you'll like it but you have to come quick."

☆ Occasionally, he'd cuddle with your mum and rub her belly with lotion or body oil and he'd feel another kick which resulted in the room filling up with giggles.

☆ "Stop kicking mum so much, you'll hurt her." he'd scold. "It's okay baby. I'll be fine." your mum would say.

☆ Finally, the time for your birth came. Hyunjin was somewhat calm but inside he was all sorts of jittery with nervous excitement.

☆ After your parents had a moment with newborn you, Hyunjin was lifted up on the bed by your dad.

☆ The entire time he was quiet but wide eyed in barely concealed curiousity.

☆ Your mum gently placed you in his arms and your dad supported his arms so you were held securely.

☆ Hyunjin stared at you. Your eyes were closed. He raised a small hand and stroked your soft cheek and you stirred so he quickly pulled away.

☆ You opened your eyes into uneven slits and yawned and he smiled. "Cute hehe."

☆ He stroked your cheek again and your even tinier hand grabbed his finger. He gently shook your hand and rocked you in his arms.

☆ Hyunjin vowed he'd protect his new sibling. "He’s/she’s so small." he couldn't help but wonder out loud. "They grow quickly." your dad said.

☆ Fast forward, you were growing, and soon you started to babble and crawl.

☆ Hyunjin would always be keeping an eye on you.

☆ As all babies do, you had a habit of putting everything in your mouth. Everything.

☆ "NO Y/N DON'T EAT THAT." he exclaimed as you were about to put some sort of scum you found on the floor from your crawling adventure in your mouth

☆ He'd scream suddenly graced with the scene of you playing with the toilet water.

☆ Since you have the tendency to put everything in your mouth. He took a sour candy and handed it to you.

☆ You stared at the small, weird, colourful thing. He waited for you to do something.

☆ You put it in your mouth, grimaced heavily, dropped it from your mouth and frowned.

☆ Hyunjin had the time of his life and his stomach hurt from laughing so much.

☆ He'd walk and do things, you'd always follow him.

☆ He tried teaching you how to walk. Standing with you at arm's length as he held your shoulders.

☆ You took quite a few tumbles but he was there to catch you and cushion your fall.

☆ Then he took a different approach and stood behind you as he held your shoulders while you walked.

☆ Slowly with help from Hyunjin and your parents you learned to walk. Now the following became easier.

☆ If he went left, you went left. If he went right, you went right, if he ran then you ran. Then you'd stumble, fall and cry but Hyunjin would laugh and help you stand up.

☆ Soon, you learned how to climb and it was chaos everyday which made your parents exasperated and Hyunjin want to pull his hair out.

☆ "Y/N GET DOWN FROM THERE. THAT'S DANGEROUS!" as if you understood what he was saying. You giggled gleefully.

☆ Once your mum cut your hair. It was so bad. Hyunjin cried because you looked ugly.

☆ Which made you cry.

☆ Both of you were crying. “MUM WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N’S HAIR?”

☆ You’d bother him when he was doing something wanting to be involved. He could be playing a game and you’d grab at him to get his attention. “Y/n stop!” he’d grumble.

☆ this is a true story. My mum cut my hair when I was like 1 and my older brother cried because it was so bad and I cried too

☆ Fast forward, you two are older but you’re still a smol child.

☆ You two played hide and seek. You picked the most obvious places to find.

☆ Hyunjin definitely knew where you were hiding because you always chose the same 3 spots but he'd pretend not to know.

☆ Just so he could jumpscare you. *cue the Hyunjin HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE laugh

☆ TICKLE FIGHTS!!!!

☆ Once Hyunjin was playing games. You went to him because your mum told you to go play for an hour. Hyunjin said no. “MUM HYUNJIN WON’T LET ME PLAY!” “Y/n you can play later. It’s okay.” Hyunjin has a smug look.

☆ Hyunjin reaches to grab the remote to watch tv, you snatch it before he could. “Please let me watch!” he’d ask. “You didn’t let me play before, I’m not giving up the remote.” you say and hug the remote to your chest.

☆ “You can go play now.” he put an innocent face. “No.” you refused. “What if I let you play tomorrow?” he asked but you didn’t budge. He did this way too many times. “How about I get you your favourite candy and you can play tomorrow?”

☆ “How do I know you’re not lying?” you interrogated. “I promise.” he said. You mulled it over for a while. “Fine.” you toss the remote and rush to play your game.

☆ Next time you were watching tv, Hyunjin didn’t let you play again. This time you were watching your favourite program.

☆ He snatched the remote and changed the channel. “HEY I WAS WATCHING THAT! GIVE IT BACK!” Of course he raised it out of your reach, “I’m watching now.”

☆ “If you won’t let me watch then you can’t either.” you’d move and block the tv’s receiver. He’d chastise you, “Y/n go away or else.”

☆ “I’m telling mum.” you marched. “OKAY FINE HERE” he’d exclaim and give you the remote.

☆ He loved teasing you. As a kid you were a picky eater. Hyunjin didn’t complain as much as you, of course because he’s more mature.

☆ “Y/n you should eat your vegetables. Carrots are good for your eyesight. You don’t want to start wearing glasses now do you?” your mum would lecture you.

☆ “Yeah y/n, be like me. I have good eyesight. You watch too much tv as well. That’s not good.” he’d snicker and you’d glare at him. “You play games all day which is worse.”

☆ “Hwang Hyunjin, is that true? You should be studying more.” your dad would start lecturing him and Hyunjin would glare at you for that while you smiled triumphantly.

☆ Lowkey bullied you by calling you nicknames.

☆ He’d ruffle your hair playfully but 9/10 times it was annoying for you.

☆ You two would wake up together early morning on the weekends to watch morning cartoons.

☆ Cuddle together under the same blanket until you fell asleep again because you woke up very early.

☆ He’d stand innocently somewhere, you would walk past him and he’d either pull your hair from behind or push you. “HEY!”

☆ He was probably the one who told you some childhood fantasy is a lie. Like the tooth fairy is not real. “Oops.”

☆ Fast forward you’re tweens/teens/young adults

☆ Hyunjin was tolerable but still annoying, as expected of a big brother.

☆ One of his tics were hogging the bathroom for long periods of time.

☆ It got worse because he hit puberty and now he’s OBSESSED with his hair.

☆ You’re going to the bathroom to freshen up, it’s the morning, you have school and he intercepts you quickly and locks the door. “5 minutes y/n!” You bang on the door, “HYUNJIN GET OUT! I’M GONNA BE LATE!”

☆ You need to pee, he’s already in the bathroom. “HYUNJIN GET OUT I NEED TO PEE REALLY BAD! PLEASE!”

☆ He steals your charger. “What’s your percentage at Hyunjin?” “I can’t find my charger, but mine’s at 76%.” “WHAT THE HELL GIMME MY CHARGER MY PHONE’S AT 23%”

☆ You’re chilling in your room. He barges in without knocking.

☆ “Can’t you knock?” you sigh.

☆ “Which shirt should I wear?” You choose one. “Okay thanks.” he says and leaves without closing the door.

☆ “HYUNJIN CLOSE THE DOOR!”

☆ He barges in without knocking to tell you something. He leaves but not before grabbing something closest to him and throwing it at your face.

☆ And once again, he leaves without closing the door. “HYUNJIN CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR!” haven’t you ever heard of closing the damn door nOOO

☆ You’re sleeping. He sneaks into your room. Plays something really loud. You fall off the bed. He bursts out laughing, clutching his stomach. “HYUNJIN I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

☆ He shakes a soda can. You walk in. “Hey y/n you want this?” You shrug, “Yeah sure.” You take it from him and open the can.

☆ PSSSSSHHHHH

☆ And you’re sprayed in sticky liquid, it’s up your nose and your eyes.

☆ You get him back of course. Spray some shaving cream on his face and his outstretched hand. Phone recording in hand. “Y/N!”

☆ You undo some of the stitches in his pants while he was in the shower.

☆ He went out wearing them. He bent over.

☆ RRIIIIIIPPP

☆ The thing is he has no idea you’re the reason his pants are torn from his ass.

☆ Since fashion is subjective these days, you two share clothes but mostly you borrowing his.

☆ You sneakily use his perfume/deodorant stash.

☆ He’s having cereal. “Can you pass me the box?” you politely ask. “Hm oh yeah sure.” he hands it to you after he finishes pouring then walks off.

☆ You tip the box and only a handful of cereal bits fall out.

☆ “Think fast!” *throws bottle* and you fail to catch it.

☆ You two take a lot of photos. You take good photos of him and he takes good photos of you. Neither of you half ass this. Photography is serious business.

☆ What’s annoying is that he takes photos with your phone and then tells you to send them to him afterwards.

☆ “Take photos with your OWN PHONE!”

☆ You two dance together at home. Your parents bought just dance for your birthday. And you two have dance battles together.

☆ You two made tiktok videos together.

☆ It’s mostly goofing off though. Hyunjin is always laughing his ass off. *cue HEHEHEHEHEHEHE*

☆ He had a habit of teasing you with embarrassing childhood stories.

☆ “I remember when you were drinking out of the toilet.” he would burst out laughing.

☆ “Yeah well I remember when you nearly shit your pants because of getting your tooth pulled out.” you retorted.

☆ “Oh really?” he’d stand tall and menacing. You pulled a Naruto. “Y/N GET OVER HERE!”

☆ Despite the constant bickering and small *cough* pranks, he was still a reliable brother.

☆ You knew he’d have your back no matter what and he knew you would do the same for him.

☆ He was always looking out for you even if that may not seem like it.

☆ There was never a dull moment in your house because of you two acting like cat and mouse.

☆ He’d sometimes say comforting things when things got too hard for you, if he had nothing to say, his shoulder was free to cry on.

☆ But that’s something you’d never change. Yet.

53 notes · View notes

crystalsmentalhealth · 3 years

Text

Talking about the Brattleboro Retreat in Brattleboro, Vermont

I recently spent two weeks at the Retreat and wanted to share my experiences both good and bad about it.

I arrived at the Retreat in mid-June of 2021 after a four day stay at the Emergency Department of my local hospital. Originally I had not wanted to go to the Brattleboro Retreat because it was such a big campus and I equated that with busy and loud and impersonal. The Retreat would challenge my assumptions.

Getting There

I didn’t drive myself. As I said I spent four days in the ED of my local hospital and so I arrived via ambulance. The ride was stressful and nauseating. I was already stressed and nervous and the mountainous winding roads did absolutely nothing to help. I didn’t lay in the stretcher, but sat in a back-facing seat with no arm rests and with a blood pressure cuff around my left arm.

The trip took about an hour and except for a few questions from the person riding in the back with me, it was spent in nearly complete silence, which again, did nothing to help my nerves. There was no reassurance or even light conversation.

My Arrival

When we got there, they grabbed my bags for me, probably because I wasn’t allowed to have them yet, and with one person before me and one person behind me, lead me up the stairs to the admissions office. We were met at the door by an admissions person and I was dropped off like an Amazon package. The ambulance personnel left and I was officially at the Retreat.

I was first led to Security. They dropped off my bags with Security, and asked me to empty my pockets. I had none and told them such. Then I was led to an exam room where the woman who was with me found a gown that would fit me and held it up in front of her. I was then told to strip completely. I balked, but obeyed. First went my shirt, then my bra, then I stepped into the gown. Then with that covering me, I wiggled out of my pants and underwear. She gave me a pair of hospital pants to put on so I wasn’t completely bare. Then I was shown a chair and given a pair of huge grippy socks to wear. One size fits all, I guess.

After that the lady took my blood pressure, my pulse, and checked my oxygen levels. Then she took my temperature. My clothes and shoes were sent to Security with the rest of my things. I had off-brand crocs as shoes so I had no idea what they needed to check for, but off they went.

After the clothing change I was led to an office. I felt so awkward standing in a grey hospital gown, blue hospital pants, no panties, and those huge grippy socks, in front of two nicely dressed office personnel. They let me have a seat and the questions and paperwork began.

What was my insurance? Did I know about the extra inpatient days allowed? Who was my primary care physician? My therapist? My psychiatrist? My case worker? Did I have an Advanced Directive? What are the addresses? Did I want a male or female provider? There were so many questions!

Then it was sign here, and here, and here, and here, and here.

After that I was given a green folder that said Welcome to Tyler 2 which contained various information that I would need during my time there. My patient Bill of Rights, how to file a complaint or grievance. That sort of stuff.

Then it was off to another area and now they wanted a urine sample. I had already done two at the hospital and really didn’t need to pee, but I tried. I assume it was for a drug test, but I have no real clue.

Then I was sent off to another exam room, this time for a full physical. She asked me all about my medical history, whether I was having normal bowel movements or not, all about my diabetes, my family history (cancer, cancer, cancer, cancer, heart disease, cancer, kidney failure, cancer), she even checked my reflexes. The ARNP that examined me had the neatest notebook. It was electronic and I was fascinated by it.

(At the time of writing this I’ve only been home for two full days and I still have a very clingy cat who is currently laying on my left hand so if you catch a typo that kitty has caused me, please let me know.)

After the physical I was given one outfit to wear back, sans bra because my bra was underwire, and I was sent to a seat to wait to be sent to the unit.

The lady who watched over me offered me something to drink while I waited and when she offered milk I took her up on it. Unfortunately it was 1% milk, which I really hate, but hey, milk, so I drank it while I waited.

I didn’t have to wait long. Before long a Security guard and a nurse from the unit I would go to came down and led me down one corridor, in one elevator, through a cafeteria, up another elevator, and finally I was on the unit.

Tyler 2

The first thing I noticed when I got on the unit was that the bedrooms were singles. Yes! I hate sharing my bedroom in hospitals. At the worst, I’d once had to share with three other people stuffed into a two person bedroom. Two poor souls had had to sleep on cots. So I was very happy to see that I would have my own room.

I was shown into an interview room for yet even more paperwork and questions. All this is the business of the psychiatric hospital and it comes at the literal worst time of your stay, the beginning. When you’re scared and your nerves are raw, and your mental health is at it’s worst.

A three question questionnaire was first. Why are you here? How can we help? What are your coping skills? Depression, anxiety, suicidal ideation. I don’t know. Reading and journaling.

Then there was a check list of things that helped when I was feeling bad. I was fascinated to see that laying down in my room was one of the options. Most hospitals I had been in forbade that, with some going so far as to lock the doors to the bedrooms during the day so people didn’t sleep the day away. It was a pleasant surprise, and I checked that off along with a few others that I felt applied.

Then, the nurse, and we’ll just call her Rose, asked me if I was hungry and told me that they always had sandwiches on the unit and that the kitchen which held milk, orange juice, flavored water, cold water, hot water, coffee, teas, and various snacks was open 24/7. I declined both sandwich and snack.

Finally, I was left alone for a couple of minutes and I had a moment to just breathe. It was a Thursday according to the giant whiteboard that had the day’s schedule on it. Most of the groups were over with.

A little bit later a bag was brought up with my clothes and another with the few things I was allowed to have: my Bible; two coloring books; two books (A Street Cat Named Bob and A Wrinkle in Time); my toothbrush, my hair brush, and my composition notebook; were given to me. The clothes I wasn’t given yet. I was told by a nurse that because of COVID they washed everything that came on the unit whether it was clean or not and I would get my clothes once they were dry.

I was then shown my room. Number 219 was to be my home for the foreseeable future. It was a fair sized room, the walls painted hospital blue, the floor had boring brown patterned tiles, There was a plastic chair, a twin size bed with a single pillow, and brown blanket, and bottom sheet. There was no flat sheet.

There was a set of built in shelves and a small alcove with an unbreakable mirror and large shelf where I put my green folder as well as my other personal belongings that I was permitted to have. I hung around in there for a few minutes before wandering back out and awkwardly looked around.

It was soon 8:30pm and Rose, who was my nurse that night, offered me my bedtime medications. I accepted and went to bed.

The Schedule

I slept fitfully that night. I was scared, they checked on me every 15 minutes, and it wasn’t quite dark when I went to bed. I woke up obscenely early the next morning, which is very unusual for me, but I attribute it to the uncomfortable mattress, the lack of my comfort item; a stuffed cat named Fat Cat that I sleep with, and the fact that my room had a double window that faced directly East. The sun rises at about 4:45am right now, so it woke me up at around 5:30am that morning.

I wandered out, thinking it was much later than it actually was, since it was fully light out. I sleepily blinked at the analog clock and tried to decipher it. Inwardly I groaned at the time. To kill time, I awkwardly wandered around the unit again, and I think I laid back down for a little while.

Eventually I left my room again and it was 7:30am. Shift change. I can’t remember who my nurse was that morning, but by 8am it had become quite the busy place with the morning nurses, the mental health workers, the social workers, and the group leaders milling about the nurses station.

I noticed that the whiteboard had changed with the day, and so I glanced at the Friday schedule.

8am - Breakfast 9am - Community Meeting 10am - OT Movement 11am - Psychotherapy 12pm - Lunch 1pm - Courtyard (yellow level) 2pm - OT Activities 3:30pm Shift Change 4pm - Courtyard (yellow level) 5pm - Supper 6:15pm - Game room/small courtyard (yellow level) 7pm - Wrap Up 8pm - Free Time 9pm - Relaxation 10pm - Phones/computer/TV off

Yes, we had a computer. Some guy we’ll just call J tended to hog it, but so long as it wasn’t group, before morning shift change or after 10pm or 11pm on Friday night and Saturday night, anybody could use it. Of course Facebook and YouTube were blocked, but Vimeo wasn’t. Can somebody please tell me the difference between YouTube and Vimeo?

I didn’t really go to groups that first day, and I was on Red level, so I wasn’t allowed outside even if I had wanted to. I did however see the Social Worker, a very nice woman we’ll just call M. and my doctor via ZOOM, Dr. L.

All of the staff was really nice to me, and the unit, which at that point had a census of 19, was actually fairly quiet for the most part.

When 8am hit, and the breakfast trays arrived, I asked where I should go to eat. I was told I could eat on the porch, the day room, or in my room. Eating in peace alone in my room. Yes, please. I took my tray, got a carton of milk, and walked down the hall to my room.

When I pulled the lid off my plate, I discovered eggs, home fries, and a corn muffin. I also had some fruit. I cautiously tried the potatoes and found them to be quite good, but couldn’t eat anything else so I took my tray back.

I hovered awkwardly around the schedule board until somebody brought me a chair.

Then it happened. My stomach began churning. I went to the nurses station and told one of the three nurses that I had a bit of an upset stomach and could I have something for it? She looked up something and told me I could have some Tums. She sent me to the med window and used some fancy machine to dispense the Tums. I stuck them in my mouth and chewed. I swallowed. It was then that I knew I had made a mistake. I literally felt the Tums hit my stomach, felt my stomach cramp, and then I was vomiting.

After that experience and the cleaning up thereof, I got my morning meds at around 9am, and soon found myself back in the interview room, this time with a nutritionist. At least I think that was Friday. It could have been Monday. Regardless, I talked to her about being sick (it wasn’t the first time, I had gotten sick back in the ED as well), my lack of appetite, my diabetes, the medication for diabetes I was on (2000mg of Metformin and .5mg of Ozempic). She gave me some information the nutritionist I had talked to from my doctor’s office had already given me, then ordered Glucerna for me three times per day.

Glucerna is the diabetics version of Ensure for those of you who don’t know.

I slept a lot that day, and I’m pretty sure I refused lunch and maybe supper. They checked on me - and everybody else - every 15 minutes, but otherwise didn’t pester me.

The next day, of course, started the weekend. I can’t remember the exact schedule for the weekend, but it was far, far more boring than then weekday. There was just Community Meeting which I wandered into but didn’t participate in, a couple more courtyard opportunities than on the weekdays, more free time, Wrap Up and Relaxation. Relaxation happened at 9pm, but I already considered that bedtime as that was when I got my bedtime medication.

Sunday was just a repeat of Saturday with one bright exception. Sunday Sundaes. At around 2pm we got ice cream with sundae toppings that we could have on it. I don’t think I got it that first Sunday, but I can’t quite remember.

Monday doesn’t bring any particular memories except that that’s when I started attending a group here and there.

Meeting Nathan

Then Tuesday came, and I met Nathan. Nathan was a Psych intern who is now no longer there, so I’m not afraid of using his name. Nathan did 11am Psychotherapy, but had been on vacation the week before as well as Monday. I liked him instantly. He spoke quietly, thoughtfully, gently, and never pressed for answers if the person didn’t want to or couldn’t.

At first, we only spoke in group, but after one group disintegrated into chaos he ended it early and offered to speak to me one-on-one. The one-on-one time I got with Nathan, which eventually became every weekday, became the best, most helpful part of my stay at the Retreat. Some of his questions were hard. They were either highly thought provoking or brought on strong emotions, but he was very skilled in not pushing too hard and always bringing me back to the present if I got too lost in the past.

I think I opened up more to Nathan in the week and a half that we spoke than I ever did in the two years I’ve seen my normal therapist.

The Nightmares

I’ve suffered from nightmares for a very long time. In my nightmares I’ve been raped, had my home invaded, seen demons, had my parents stolen away by a dragon (that one happened twice. Same stupid dragon too.), been kidnapped, been chased around Wal-Mart by paramedics with a stretcher, and so on and so forth. The nightmares I suffered at the Retreat were something else entirely.

The dream I remember most, and let me list off some trigger warnings real quick: blood; abortion; abuse; infant death; decomposition; bad parenting; bad medical professionals, was about this young woman who tried to do some sort of home abortion that got botched. She went to the hospital and they sent her strait to surgery where they cut her open with no painkillers or anesthesia. The baby was tiny, but healthy and viable, so they took her out of the young woman’s womb, and haphazardly stapled the woman’s abdomen back together.

Then the dream began to focus on the baby, but not in linear time, but rather in snapshots. In the first snapshots the baby was fine. Pink, perfect, beautiful little girl dressed in frills. Then the next day’s photographs and the baby’s face was turning black in places. The next; her eyes turned murky and there was more decomposition. Mind you, while she’s decomposing, she’s still alive. Then her little fingers turn black and fall off, and it continues like this until the fifth day when the baby finally dies.

The mother, who was recovering from her own trauma, couldn’t have cared less about her baby.

The nightmare turned weird after that and I don’t remember what happened next, but I continued to have vicious nightmares during my stay there.

Dr. L tried to treat them with Prazosin. but I found that it made my nightmares more vivid. Then she tried to get me in a deeper sleep so the dreams wouldn’t wake me up, but that only got me caught in the nightmares and unable to wake up.

We never did figure out how to ease the nightmares and keep me asleep at the same time. Right now we’re trying a higher dose of Gabapentin, also known as Neurontin. I guess we’ll see how it works out.

Strange Characters

There were some...interesting characters at the Retreat. There was one guy who we’ll call J. You may recall him from my complaints about him being a computer hog. He suffered from delusions of grandeur and I believe psychosis. One time I was in the open area near the nurses station he began staring at me suspiciously. Then, after a couple of very awkward moments he asks me, “are you an Imperial or a Rebel?” I told him I had no idea what he was referring to. Miss J who was sitting near by goes, “she’s an imperial, she’s a good girl.” Then J nods and says “I know she’s my sister in Christ, so she must be good.”

I still have no idea what he meant by Imperial or Rebel. Is it a Star Wars thing? If so I thought the Rebels were the good guys. I’m so confused.

Miss J was a homeless woman who had been there for nearly nine weeks. She was very nice to me, but she mumbled a lot and I had to keep asking her to repeat herself.

M was a strange old lady. She would sit at the nurses station and laugh and laugh and laugh as loudly as she could, then all of the sudden she’d be declaring one of the housekeepers an angel on earth and how he should be protected and how everybody else was basically garbage. She eventually got taken out via ambulance.

A was another strange woman. Having been there since May 27th, 2021, she was there involuntary, She talked to herself a lot, drank loads of coffee, walked in and out of groups, and was best buddies with a woman who liked to be called Rabbit, as her real name, the same name as A, triggered her. A and Rabbit were thick as thieves and fed off of each other’s chaos.

Rabbit liked to sing at the top of her lungs when she was happy and when she was angry she would file a grievance, announce loudly that Obama was her father and that you (the nurse she was screaming at) aren’t her boss. She was nice enough to me, but I went out of my way to be as non-intrusive as possible.

Then there was D. D was 30-years-old, claimed to have 12 children. D was volatile, a substance abuser who enjoyed “a drink, some weed, and some coke”. Pretty sure she didn’t mean the soda. D had a shadow who had to write down what she was doing every five minutes. I don’t know exactly why, for the most part, volatile or not, she was pretty chill. She dressed provocatively and the first time she spoke to me it was early morning and we were on the porch.

She asked me why I was there. I told her depression. She asks my why I was depressed. I admitted that there was a lot of trauma in my past. She tells me she’s been (tw:rape) raped all her life, and then proceeded to tell me that I shouldn’t be depressed because I was pretty and thin. Now. I’m smaller than D was, because I’ve never had children, let alone 12 of them, but I’m 5′3″ and 210 pounds; thin is not an adjective I would use to describe me.

She then proceeds to tell me that I needed a better bra. I was wearing a soft low support sports bra, so yeah, my chest area was very un interesting. I told her I was just wearing something I could sleep comfortably in. She told me to shop at Victoria’s Secret for some better bras and I’d feel great.

After that, D decides to mention the gray in my hair. She says “you should get extensions to make your hair long and pretty, or better yet, shave your head and wear wigs. It’s what the black girls do.” She then went on about how wigs could really look good and how I’d have so much fun with it that I’d forget all about being depressed and how there were some sites where you could buy some good wigs for really cheap.

As I recall, I was fairly unresponsive during her spiel and walked away as soon as it wasn’t rude to.

The Really Bad Day

I don’t recall exactly what day it was, time blurs for me on a good day, and I wasn’t having any good days while I was at the Retreat, but one day was really bad.

TW: Suicide TW: Self-Harm

I was really, really suicidal, and I told the nurse I was talking to that. She asked if I had a plan, and for the first time I really did. I told her I would wait until right after a check - remember we got checked on every 15 minutes - then I would take a pair of my pants and wrap them around my neck and strangle myself.

Then she asked if I intended to follow through with the plan. I wanted to, I really did, but I also didn’t want to cause trouble, and that’s a huge issue with me, so I told her no. And that was the truth. I was suicidal, I did have a plan. I had a detailed plan actually. But I didn’t really intend of following through.

As you might expect, she had to report that to my doctor. Dr. L. spoke to me about how I was feeling and later, about five minutes after I had gotten on the computer to use Duolingo to distract myself, (See, I was using coping skills.), the nurse I had spoken to, and who I liked quite a lot, came to me and said that Dr. L wanted them to temporarily confiscate my clothes and take the sheet and blanket off my bed. It was to be replaced by blankets that couldn’t be ripped. Nurse E told me it wasn’t a punishment, it was a safety precaution, but I was so embarrassed and felt punished. I was allowed to keep the weighted blanket they had let me borrow, and my pillow, but other than that they took every bit of fabric in the room.

I don’t know if it was a good move or not. I just know that I wanted things back to ‘normal’, as though anything in a psych hospital could be normal, but the next day I lied to Dr. Lambert and told her I was feeling better. She said I could have my stuff back, but for some reason when I asked a nurse later on, she told me that there were no orders about it from Dr. L.

I asked again the next day and was finally able to get my linens and clothes back. I even got an extra pillow, for which I was very grateful for as my original pillow had been quite flat and hard.

The Road to Discharge

I was originally supposed to have been released on June 29th, a Tuesday, but I had to admit to Dr. L that I just didn’t feel like I could be safe at home yet. Not to mention that we were still trying to deal with my nightmares and sleep issues.

Dr. L and M, my social worker began giving me assignments to do. I was to fill out a safety plan, which I did. M had me write a letter to my regular therapist about the changes I needed her to make to improve our sessions. I am terrified to read it to her, but I really need to. I was given a huge stack of DBT (Dialectical Behavioral Therapy) information and worksheets to fill out, Nathan had me write something about a cousin of mine who had passed away due to an overdose of Fentanyl, and so I wrote her a letter telling her how much I missed her, how I was angry she was gone, disappointed that she couldn’t tell me she was back on drugs, how I was angry at her mom for getting her hooked on drugs in the first place, and ways I could have helped if she had just let me.

Meanwhile, people found out that I could make things out of the Model Magic that they had in the Contraband/Sensory room. I made I can’t even remember how many cats for people. I also made roses, and one dragon.

I was also writing dark poetry, just trying to purge my dark thoughts and get them out on paper.

Nathan continued to have one-on-one therapy with me each weekday, even if he only had half an hour.

I was meeting with my social worker daily, which they normally didn’t do, but when she realized that I wouldn’t go to them if I needed something, she decided to head it off, and meet with me, even if it were only a couple of minutes, each week day.

Finally, we decided on a day. Friday, July 2, 2021. I was so nervous, but so excited to come home and see my furbaby, Loki.

When the day came, I dressed in the nicest clothes that I had brought, which was a pair of elastic waist jeggings and my pink Cat Mom t-shirt which everybody loved. I only went to one group that day, and that was Psychotherapy, and I had my meeting with Nathan. I had one last meeting with Dr. L. and my social worker. My nurse that evening gave me my treatment plan which had my diagnoses. (Major depressive disorder, severe; Borderline Personality Disorder; and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder)

Just as supper arrived I got the word that my ride was there.

Final Thoughts

Being at the Brattleboro Retreat was a difficult experience, but it was also a positive experience. In the beginning I was mad I wasn’t at the place where I had wanted to go, which was the Windham Center, but by the end of my first week there, I had decided to make the best of where I was. I didn’t like all the nurses, I definitely had my favorites and those I dreaded, not that they were ever mean to me, but I’m not sure, there’s just people you don’t like, you know?

I was on a great schedule while I was there. I was up no later than 8am and went to bed around 9pm, I ate at specific times. I got my medicine at specific times, and that routine was very comforting. Did I keep to it when I got home?

No. It’s currently 12:26 in the morning and I’m working on this still.

I’m still drinking my Glucerna, no matter that it costs me $40 a week for three a day, but I just don’t want to eat. Oh, I nibble. I’ve eaten some chocolate graham crackers and sipped on a 20oz Vanilla Coca Cola over the last four days. I just don’t eat.

I learned, while I was there, that it’s okay to speak up, to take up space, to have a voice, even if it’s quiet, I learned that it’s okay to get angry or ask for help. I can ask people for what I need. I don’t know how well I’ll be able to apply what I learned, but that’s always the hardest part of learning any new skill.

I know that this has been a huge amount of reading, but I wanted to give you a detailed example of what a psychiatric hospital is like. I hope that it informs you and I hope that if you’re heading to a psychiatric hospital or treatment center that maybe after reading this you’ll have less fear and anxiety because you have some clue as to what to expect.

I would also like to let my readers know that these are just my personal experiences in an American psychiatric hospital. I have no idea about British hospitals or European hospitals or even hospitals in other parts of the United States. My experiences in hospitals in Florida is a stark contrast to my experience in Vermont hospitals. I find Vermont’s response to medical care and psychiatric care in general is substantially better than Florida’s. I’ll do a post on that later.

Ask for help. Take up space. Use your voice.

National Suicide Hotline: 800 273-8255 Crisis Text Line: Text START to 741741

By the way, if you need me to tag another trigger word, please just send me a message and I’ll edit the tags to take your trigger word in consideration.

9 notes · View notes

jxoxsxsxi · 4 years

Note

Fallin all in you- Shawn Mendes

Sander knows it is early when there is no light struggling to get past the curtains.

He squeezes his eyes together in an attempt to fall back asleep, already knowing it is useless. He has it cold and desperately needs to pee.

Sander was debating whether he should get up or not. His muscles still felt weak, just like his energy.

He let out an annoyed sigh, groaning before getting up and turning his bedside lamp on.

A soft sound startles him.

He moves his head so quickly that he can feel a muscle pop.

'Fuck' he whispers while rubbing over his skin.

Robbe is laying peacefully next to him, snuggled in a blanket.

His brown curls spread on the pillow and his lips slightly parted, looking like a real-life angel.

Sander had forgotten for a split second that Robbe had spent the night.

Well, it explained why he was cold. His boyfriend always hogged all the blankets and this night was no exception.

He knows it is a bit creepy, but he can't stop staring at his lover's beautiful face.

Robbe always looks so harmonious when he is sleeping. There is no stress or frowns on his face. The boy looks completely at ease and relaxed.

It gives Sander a weird feeling in his stomach.

The love he felt for his boyfriend became stronger by the day, more mature, more robust.

Robbe was unfailingly kind. He always put others first and himself last. He underplayed his own pains and needs, in order to provide for those he loved.

Sander had been attracted to Robbe from the moment he saw his future boyfriend.

He was just the right blend of shy and sweet. Robbe was quiet and simple, but so amazing.

He was the kindest and most reliable person Sander had ever met.

Reliable, that was the word his therapist had used. Sander frowned when he heard it. Robbe was so much more than just reliable.

Sander loved him with a fiery passion. Robbe was his everything, his anchor, his muse and so much more.

But the man had explained what he meant.

'Reliable is the key for a good relationship. Without it, how can love flourish and grow? Reliability is the cornerstone of trust. You trust Robbe, right?'

Sander had nodded. Of course, he trusted Robbe. He trusted his boyfriend with his life.

Those brown eyes were his home. Sander never felt more calm than when he had Robbe by his side.

He slowly traced the cheekbone of his boyfriend with his fingertips.

Robbe frowned lightly, causing a confused expression on his face.

Sander could feel a smile creeping up his face. He leans forward to press a kiss on Robbe's lips.

The younger boy makes another soft sound. His lips close before slightly opening again. It is so adorable that Sander's chest hurts.

He loves that boy so damn much, it is getting ridiculous.

Sander debates whether he should take one of the three blankets off his boyfriend, but he just can't. Robbe looks so relaxed that Sander can't bear the thought of disturbing him.

So he sighs before getting out of the bed. Sleeping isn't going to work anymore.

He grabs a pair of sweatpants before turning the light back off again and walks towards the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee.

It is extremely quiet outside. Usually there this a lot of traffic since Sander lives next to a busy street, but not today. Probably because it is a Sunday. Or the fact it is six a.m in the morning.

He feels annoyed that he woke up so early. He loves nothing more than waking up next to his boyfriend after a good sleep. Slowly teasing each other while making out lazily.

Sander could have just stayed in bed, but he hates laying there, doing nothing.

He knows from experience that he is going to tease Robbe in the hope the boy wakes up. But he can't do that today. His boyfriend's exam week is approaching and he needs all the sleep he can get.

He hopes that Robbe wakes up before noon otherwise it is going to be very boring for Sander.

All his roommates had gone back home for the weekend so he had invited Robbe since they would have a lot of privacy.

A smirk appears on his face when he recalls the memories. They had used that privacy very well.

Sander still wasn't sure what he thought about living on his own. He loved the freedom and the chillness, but there was so much responsibility. He had to cook, clean, buy groceries. He didn't have an art room as well.

But he thought it was time to move out. If it had been up to Sander, he and Robbe would living together, but it wasn't realistic.

There was no chance that they could afford an apartment together. Robbe thought they were too young as well.

So Sander moved in with some friends of friends that were also students in Antwerp. They were nice people and Sander enjoyed living with them.

Most of them would go home to their parents during the weekend, so sometimes it was a bit lonely, especially when Robbe couldn't stay over.

Sander could go to his parents as well, but he didn't see the point. They lived not even a 15-minute bike ride away.

Here he could do whatever he wanted.

It was a small apartment, but much better than usual student houses. It was modern and light. The only problem was that it was quite noisy.

Sander learned his neighbours' name, but not through an official meeting.

A feeling of embarrassment appears in his stomach when he realised how clearly you can hear everything.

He had been living with his roommates for a week when Robbe stayed over.

Sander will never forget the knowing faces when he entered the kitchen.

It was all good now.

He had already walked in three times on his roommate having sex. There was no awkwardness between them. His roommates were very easy going people.

Sander had been so deep in thought that he walked straight into the doorpost.

He cursed underneath his breath while jumping around. Of course, he had to hit his small toe.

He hisses softly while searching for the light switch in the process knocking over a cheap vase.

Sander sighed loudly. It was going to be so day today apparently.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Clouds dominate the morning sky leaving transitory patches of blue. Though they are mostly white, there is a hint of greyness, a suggestion that rain may play a part in the day to come.

Fuck, there goes his idea of surprising Robbe with a picnic.

Sander rolls his eyes.

Maybe he should bring Robbe breakfast in bed instead. Perhaps they could nap for a bit and stay in bed for the rest of the day because Sander felt like he needed it.

Today was just an off day.

The weather was bad, he was moody, his neck hurts and he is slightly limping.

He decides to start cooking already. He can wake Robbe up early if they were going to nap later.

Sander was feeling slightly more at ease while cooking. He enjoyed cooking and trying out new things while softly singing along to David Bowie. Suddenly two arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him from behind.

Robbe rests his head on Sander's neck.

'Good morning baby, slept well?'

The younger boy murmurs something inaudible in response.

Sander turns around so that he can properly hug his boyfriend .

Robbe stands on his tiptoes, hiding his face in Sander's neck.

'You were already gone.'

'Sorry, woke up early' Sander whispers while massaging his boyfriend's scalp.

Robbe pulls back and pouts.

'I don't like it when you are not there when I wake up.'

'I am here now.'

Robbe hums before snuggling back into his boyfriend's neck.

'What are you making?'

'Breakfast for you.'

'Hmm,' Robbe starts giving Sander soft kisses causing goosebumps all over the artist's body.

Sander closes his eyes while enjoying his boyfriend's lips on his sensitive skin.

'I need to turn around again, otherwise, your pancakes will be burned.'

'Go ahead.'

Sander rolls his eyes before turning around, Robbe still tightly hugging his back. A feeling of happiness flooding over him.

'I wanted to bring you breakfast in bed. You have ruined your surprise now'

'I am sorry, baby. Shall I go back to bed?'

Sander just knows his boyfriend is smiling and for that reason, a smile appears on his own face.

'No, now you are going to stay here and keep me warm.'

'Am I now?'

Robbe's tone is light and teasing while he tickles Sander.

'Argh, thats mean.'

Sander turns around. Robbe's brown eyes are twinkling with mischief.

The younger boy pinches his side again causing Sander to squirm.

'Stop that right now.'

'Or what?'

'Or you not going to get your breakfast.'

Robbe smiles while pulling Sander closer.

'Can I have a different kind of breakfast then?'

Sander gets lost for a second in the brown eyes that are looking so happy.

It makes his heart beat faster and his knees weak. His breath falters for a second while he checks his boyfriend out.

Robbe is wearing nothing except Sander's sweater that is slightly too big for him.

'Depends on what kind of breakfast you want, cutie.'

Thanks @chubbychik for proofreading

#wtfock #wtfock fanfic #drabble #Send me a one direction song and I will give you a headcanon #or any song

70 notes · View notes

littlegoldenbirdie · 3 years

Text

Life with Lizard Kittens Part 2-- An expansion

Wow, the first post about the world @ckret2's universe put in my brain was actually pretty short. This one will be longer because it's an actual story. Sort of.

Whoa, this is LONG.

A drastic change has begun to pass through the world's growing Dorat population. Rather than broadcasting emotions, they have begun to use colors. Parents teach their hatchlings, and when two Dorats meet (they like to see each other and play together and be friends), one will teach the other. The phenomenon moves through the world like a shockwave, and, like all shockwaves, it can be traced to a source... a quiet, unassuming woman and two little wing morphs.

One scheduled press conference or meeting with scientists later...

"Well, most of this came about because I'm neurodivergent. I think in pictures, not words. Like, instead of think the word 'fish', I have an image-flash of a fish. That's how it is. Image-flash, image-flash, on and on. So I thought hey, maybe The Lads would have a better time understanding me if I taught them to think in pictures too. I tried, but that didn't quite work. Instead, they learned to use colors." She turned to her two Dorats. "Aurum? Sahloknir? Can you show the nice people what you've learned?" Her two Dorats began to squeak and chatter excitedly, puffing up and preening as a kaleidoscope of colors wafted into the minds on the onlookers. "Good lads, the both of you. I think they're all very impressed!" The colors stopped as the two flapped over to her for pets, which she happily gave.

"Now, I'll bet you're wondering what the colors mean. Well, they're not for communicating needs, for one thing. A hungry Dorat will still broadcast hunger, or pain. Colors are specifically for feelings. ...I also accidentally taught them a bit of human color theory. Anyway! Get out your pens and papers, because here's what all the colors mean."

"Red is an angry color, because it's the color of blood and various wounds. This is part of where I accidentally taught them color theory. 'Seeing red' and all that, you know?"

"Pink is love. Aurum latched on to the idea of Valentine's Day and talked Sahloknir into it too." The slightly larger wing morph crowed at the mention of his name. "Yes, yes, Aurum, you're the big brother," she said as she patted his head. "But you really shouldn't hog ALL the attention. Sahloknir deserves credit too," she added as the smaller Dorat asked for pats as well.

"Orange is excitement, and I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it's for dawn, when everybody wakes up and can play again?"

"There's two kinds of yellow, with two very different meanings. There's Shiny Happy Yellow, which is closer to gold. Dorats are gold and they know it, so that's a 'pay attention to me' color. There's also Yucky Nasty Yellow, the color of pee and infection and sick. That's the color of fear, as they picked up on such terms as 'yellow-bellied coward' and my love of the Green Lantern comic book series, where the color yellow is literally associated with fear."

"Green and the lighter blues are happy colors. That's the colors of outdoors, of plants and blue sky. Dorats play outdoors and that's where all our friends are, so colors associated with it are happy."

"Darker blue is sad, and that one's pure color theory. 'Feeling blue', 'having the blues' and all that."

"Purple owes its meaning to me. That one's my fault. I always thought purple was a fun color, so they adopted that. A Dorat showing purple wants to play."

"White is curiosity. Paper's white before you write on it, and so is a computer screen, so showing white is saying 'information goes here'... You know, like a question?"

"Black is for 'no', because nighttime is black and that's when we stop doing whatever we're doing and go to bed."

"The last color is brown. Dirt and mud are brown, and so is poop. Nobody likes any of those, so a Dorat showing brown is grossed out by something."

#dorats

6 notes · View notes

myluciferiscody · 4 years

Text

Dancing With Your Ghost p.1 (Request)

anon: Can u write a fic (or series if u want) where reader goes camping with some frens & she's the only 1 who can c the ded counselors. She makes friendly w/ Xavier & they get rlly close. They begin dating & no 1 knows y she's so happy. She has a whole other life when she's with the counselors & likes it more than her normal living 1. After some thinking, she pops the question & asks Xavier 2 find a way 2 kill her and keep her there with him, he asks y & she says it's cuz she's in love w/ him :o

I was going to wait until I finished “i loved you first” before posting, but the ideas kept coming and they won’t stop coming, so here it is!

pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

word count: 2,706

warnings: non (yet)

part 2

You scrambled out of the van, staring up at the faded sign of Camp Redwood. Your friends were laughing as they gathered their belongings, but you were too busy observing the abandoned murder sight from over thirty-years ago. You had read countless books and television documentaries of what transpired here. It was odd seeing it in all of its run-down glory.

"y/n! Catch!"

You turned just as your friend Winter tossed your bag of belongings. You caught it with one hand, shouldering it, while still looking around. As interested as you were in both massacres that occurred here, it wasn't your idea to choose it as a camping site. Your friends were real crime buffs, and this was their next stop, but taking it to the next level by staying overnight seemed a little much to you.

Winter trailed next to you, followed by Riley and Dorothy, who trailed behind with their phones at the ready. You stepped over the piles of leaves, tripping over random holes in the ground as Winter teased you.

"This place is awesome!" Riley said, taking a picture of a cabin with boarded-up windows and graffiti. "Why didn't we come here sooner?"

"I wanted to go to Briarcliff," Winter said, "After all the bodies they found there a few years ago, no fucking way!"

The four of you walked around, taking pictures, and enjoying the California sunshine on your skin. You and Winter had moved here for school almost four years ago now, meeting Riley and Dorothy in one of your classes. You were not looking forward to moving back to Michigan after graduation.

You had found a decent place by the lake, the one rumored to be bottomless. Riley wanted to sleep in one of the cabins, but most were boarded up entirely and inaccessible. It seemed like you'd be setting up the tents you brought instead.

Winter urged you to take off your clothes to swim. The swimsuit you were wearing was from the Summer before, but it still felt nice. You laid in the sun while the others tested the waters, yelling that it was cold, and their nipples were hard.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement in the woods surrounding the lake. It was very brief, but you knew you saw a dark purple shirt and shorts. You sat up, squinting against the sunlight. There was nothing there.

"y/n! Come and swim with us!" Dorothy splashed water your way, barely reaching the towel you laid out on.

You glanced back toward the woods, seeing a bird hopping along the ground for some food. You stood up, preparing to jump in with the girls. It was ridiculous, it was only the four of you here.

***

Some hours later, the coolers had been drug out onto the sand, and drinks were being passed around. Your belly was full from dinner, and you laughed as Dorothy and Riley were talking about how hot Captain America is.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom," you set down your drink, standing up. Winter laid sprawled out beside you, singing a Lana Del Rey song under her breath.

You grabbed the small bag of toiletries you had brought, planning on finding a bush to use. You felt slightly embarrassed, never imagining that you'd be relieving yourself surrounded by nature. The sun was starting to set, and very few lights worked around the camp. You fumbled with your phone, about to turn on the flashlight when-

"What's that in your hand?" You screamed, dropping your bag and phone, turning around to see a young woman with the blondest hair you had ever seen. She smirked at you, and you realized she had a striking resemblance to Winter.

"Who are you?" you wheezed, bending down and grabbing your stuff, keeping your eyes on her.

"I'm Montana!" she outstretched her hand towards you, "I'm a frequent visitor,"

You hesitantly shook her hand, seeing that she was kept nicely. "N-Nice to meet you, I'm y/n,"

"What are you holding?" she asked again, gesturing towards your phone.

"It's my phone, haven't you seen one?" you laughed lamely, showing her your smartphone.

"May I?" she asked.You hesitated before placing it in her hand. You watched as she toyed with it, her mouth falling open as you heard a random YouTube video playing. "This isn't a phone!" she exclaimed as she simultaneously smacked the screen a few times.

You were very confused as she handed it back to you. You forgot you were fighting the urge to pee yourself. Montana noticed the look on your face and grinned, before looking directly behind you. "Xavier!"

"What's going on over here?" you whirled around, starting to panic, thinking you were being ambushed. You saw a man wearing a plum shirt and shorts, a perfectly sculpted tuft of dirty blond hair on top of his head. You were entranced by his striking blue eyes that brightened at the sight of you.

"I'm talking to my new friend, y/n!" Montana grinned, "She's very nice, check out her phone!"

Xavier stepped closer to you, craning his neck as you showed him with a trembling hand. Montana was telling him about the random video that was playing, and he looked interested.

"Are you guys camping here too?" you asked finally, interrupting them when Montana wondered if you'd be able to find Aerobics tapes on them.

"You could say that," Xavier smirked at you. "Is this your first time here?"

"Yeah, I came with my friends," you nodded. Montana was grinning oddly at the two of you.

"You wanna hang out? You could tell me more about this device," Xavier handed your phone back that was running low on battery life.

You looked at the eager looks on their faces. Off in the distance, you could still hear your girls talking and laughing, probably getting drunk as you speak. A few minutes wouldn't hurt.

"I'd love that." you smiled.

***

The sun had set as you sat with Xavier and Montana under one of the only working lights in the camp. The subject changed from your phone to the current president, all the way to what exercises were popular. As odd as you found their questions, Xavier explained in a rather flat tone that they were people of nature and had quite the Amish existence.

Montana left after a while, talking about some guy named Trevor, leaving you alone with Xavier. He seemed very comfortable around you, which made you feel slightly better. He kept a safe distance, asking you about your life and the friends you came with. Xavier listened intently, a look of confusion appearing every once in a while when you mentioned social media.

He has to have some idea of what things are like now, you thought to yourself.

The more you spoke with him, the more he felt familiar to you. You couldn't quite put your finger on why or how. You never met someone like him; his beauty was one of the ages. He told you about his life before they moved out here, saying he was a gym instructor and was trying to break out into the acting scene that never worked out.

"It's getting cold," you commented, still wearing your tank top and shorts from earlier. Your now dead phone and bag sat at your feet.

"I'm sorry for keeping you this long," Xavier said, rubbing the back of his neck. His earring sparkled in the moonlight. "You can-"

"Y/N!" voices called your name, some louder than others. You had jumped, standing up from your spot on the wooden stairs when Xavier froze in his place.

"I'm over here!" you called, seeing flashlights heading in your direction. You saw Winter first, as she spotted you and skipped over, her cheeks flushed after the alcohol she consumed.

"There you are!" she gasped, bringing you in for a hug - a clumsy one at that. "WE WERE SO WORRIED!"

"Yeah, y/n, you've been gone for like an hour," Riley said.

"I'm sorry you guys, I was just talking to Xavier and Montana," you explained.

The three girls gave you a questioning look, despite being intoxicated. Winter stared at you, "Who?"

You frowned, pointing behind you with your thumb, "I met a camper, his name is Xavier-" you had turned around, only to stop in your tracks where the seat he once sat in was now empty. "Wait!"

"y/n, y/n, y/n, are you high?" Winter snorted at you. "There's nobody else here!"

You turned around now, looking for a sign that you weren't making this up. There were no footprints, no butt marks on the seats beside your own, nothing. You stuttered, attempting to explain who was sitting with you while your friends gave you concerned stares.

"I think you've had a long day!" Dorothy cooed, gently grabbing your arm. "Let's go back to camp! We have a long day tomorrow!"

You grabbed your stuff, your mind reeling as you followed them back to camp. You glanced behind you one last time, not seeing either of your new friends anywhere.

You woke up bright and early the next day, quietly creeping around as you changed into your new clothes. You made some breakfast, the little fire providing some much-needed warmth. You had shared a tent with Winter, who hogged most of the blankets. You gazed around, trying to spot Xavier and Montana, but they were nowhere to be found.

You unplugged your phone from the battery pack you brought, thinking if you got a picture with at least one of them, they'd believe you. You made sure the fire was kept low before setting off.

The sound of small animals and birds was the only thing you could hear now that the girls were asleep. Xavier and Montana never explicitly said where they were standing. They couldn't be that far away from you.

You stopped walking, looking off in the distance, and seeing the incredible hills and valleys surrounding the camp. You took a few pictures, smiling at the beauty of it all when you heard what sounded like a branch creaking above you.

You looked up, seeing nothing.

You took a few steps away, hiding under the shade as you continued to admire your surroundings. It wasn't long before you heard it again, looking up with a scowl when-

"CAWWWWW!"

You screamed when a towering figure jumped down, threatening to squash you. You dodged it just in time, nearly tripping over a root when you heard hysterical laughter.

A young black man was holding his sides, his overalls red and clean as a whistle as he buckled over. You stared at him with wide eyes, your heart beating a mile a minute.

"Aw shit, aw shit, that was better than I could have imagined!" he cackled, before two figures appeared from behind him, laughing along. It was them.

"Ray, you could have killed her!" Xavier said through his quiet laughter.

"She's fine! Aren't you, darling!?" Ray laughed again before going into a coughing fit.

"I-I think my heart stopped for a moment," you said, starting to laugh a little yourself.

"I know what that's like." Montana sighed dreamily.

Xavier gave her a comical look, before turning his attention to you. "Don't mind her, she's one of the most morbid people I know."

You smiled a bit, shaking Ray's hand when he offered it to you.

"You're friends, I take it," you said, before realizing how stupid it sounded.

"For a long time," Ray tossed an arm around Xavier's shoulder, who shrugged it off. "Tough love..." he mumbled.

"Come on, Ray, let's leave them," Montana said, now putting her arm around Ray, leading him away. Ray waved at you before making kissy faces at Xavier, who glared at him.

"I'm sorry about him, he can be a little much," Xavier smiled awkwardly.

"Where did you go last night?" you questioned. Xavier's face immediately fell, looking towards the scene you were previously admiring.

"I get a little nervous around people, anxiety, you know?" Xavier replied.

"Oh," you frowned, deciding not to push him any further. "I'm sorry if my friends scared you off, they can be loud when they're drunk,"

Xavier laughed at that, taking a seat in the dirt. You were surprised at this, as his appearance always seemed to be impeccable. You followed him, crossing your legs as you strained your neck to glance down at the sparkling water below.

"It's fine, I used to be like that too," he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, "I stopped a long time ago, it didn't interest me anymore,"

Just like the night before, you started talking about many things. You once again showed Xavier your phone, attempting to bring up Instagram in what little connection you had on this side of camp. His eyes lit up when you joked about how influencers were treated like celebrities most of the time.

"You should make an account, you'd have a cult following," you laughed, making him smile.

"Maybe one day, I don't even have a Snapbook,"

"Facebook," you corrected, hiding your giggle.

"Oh, sorry," Xavier wrinkled his nose. "What's the other one?"

"Snapchat," you masked your laugh again.

"It's not polite to laugh!" Xavier teased you, squinting his eyes as you finally lost it, knowing you would remember this moment forever to tease him later.

"I'm sorry, but that was the cutest thing I ever heard anyone say," you admitted, not realizing the implications of your words.

"Oh, you think I'm cute, huh?" Xavier teased you again, "That makes two of us."

You playfully shoved him, before asking him to take a photo with you. Xavier seemed hesitant at first before you took his very first selfie. Xavier asked when the film was supposed to pop out, tapping around your phone case.

"No, no, phones don't do that," you took it from him, showing him the picture from the gallery. Xavier's jaw dropped again, and you told him to go ahead and swipe. He saw the pictures you had taken earlier, as long as a few photos of your car ride with the girls on the way here before he gave it back.

"That's unbelievable, when I was growing up they said we'd have flying cars, not phones with touch screens and cameras!"

You laughed, believing him to be joking, but Xavier really wasn't. He didn't say anything, only laughing with you to avoid the real reason why he was at Camp Redwood.

Xavier encouraged you to walk around with him, and you took turns taking photos of each other, individually and together. He got the hang of it pretty quickly, not making any burst shots after the first fix or six times.

As much as you didn't want the day to end, you had already spent nearly four hours with him. Winter had texted you, saying they had just woken up and wanted to go on a hike.

Xavier seemed to realize it was time to let you go. He led you back towards the lake, asking when you were leaving.

"We're supposed to head back tomorrow afternoon," you explained, "Our spring break is over in a few days," you sighed, thinking of all of the homework that would be piled on your desk in the coming weeks.

"You go to school here, right?" he asked, trying to remember their conversation from last night.

"Yeah, I graduate in June," you sighed, "Then it's back home to Michigan with Winter." you frowned a little, realizing Xavier would be one of the friends you'd be leaving behind now.

Xavier didn't say anything, only stopping near the same cabin you met him yesterday. He smiled at you, "Uhh, if you're free later, Ray said something about a full-moon tonight if you wanna see it." he said lamely, and you could see the amusement in his eyes.

"I'd love that!" you smiled, "I can meet you here?"

"Awesome!" Xavier smiled. You both stood there, staring at each other before Xavier finally said, "I'll see you later." you nodded, watching as he headed back the way you came. You stared until his back disappeared from view before you met your friends at the lake.

taglist: (feel free to ignore)

@the-walking-daryl @trichy-knitts @shydragonrider @thefandomzoneisdangerous @lemonwhiskers @jetblackpayne @langdonsvcrd @okoktrinity22 @uwonman @stefanmikaleson1864 @sevenwonderwitch @rubbrninja @iamnotjesha @leatherduncan @imshakingandcryingrn @bratzblitz @goblackcat69 @brookethompsonownsme @bookoffracturedescapes @zodiyack @bitchchatter @guiltyfiend @psychobitchtess @aangrana @thexmancometh

#xavier plympton x reader #jim mason x reader #michael langdon x reader #duncan shepherd x reader #Cody Fern #ahs1984 #ahs imagine #request #ray powell #montana duke #xavier plympton imagine

177 notes · View notes