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soulaires · 7 months

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Love, it’s okay.

pairings: Aaron Warner x f!reader

summary: you got your period and that caused you to snap, but thankfully your boyfriend is there to make things better.

warnings: soft!Aaron warner, OOC (?), domestic fluff

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authors note: not proofread! just a short one shot for my love Aisha 🫶 hope you feel better soon!

You have always been the sweetest, most considerate girlfriend, but once a month, your mood took an unmistakable turn.

The day had arrived, and you were in the throes of your period. The cramps were gnawing at your insides, and you felt irritable and moody. It wasn't something you could control, but you hated how it sometimes led to snapping at the person you loved the most—Aaron Warner.

It had been a beautiful, sunny morning, and you guys were enjoying a leisurely breakfast in a cozy kitchen. you had been silent for most of it, and Aaron couldn't help but notice your furrowed brows and tense shoulders. He didn't want to make any sudden moves that might set you off, so he opted for a gentle and understanding approach.

Aaron reached across the table to touch your hand. "Love, are you feeling alright today?"

you glanced up at him, and your eyes were a mix of discomfort and frustration. "I'm fine, Aaron.” you said as you shoved his hand away.

Warner froze and panic quickly running through his body. Did he do something wrong? “Aaron? You never call me that. Are you okay, love? Did I do something wrong or something that upset you? Please tell me—“

“Oh my god! Maybe I just want to Call you by your name. Did you even think of that?” You snapped as you stood up from the chair and quickly ran inside to you and Aaron’s shared bedroom.

Aaron was confused and concerned. As he glanced up to his phone, he saw the date today is.

You have gotten your period.

He knew it was coming. Every month, like clockwork, your mood shifts. But he also knew it was a result of the pain and discomfort you were experiencing, not something you could control.

As much as he wanted to be with you right now to ease your pain, Aaron knew that you needed your space to cool off.

As he retreated to give you a space, he decided to take care of you the best way he knew how. Aaron knew your favorite remedies, and he set to work immediately. First, he fetched a heating pad and adjusted it to the perfect temperature. Then, he started preparing your favorite comfort food—a warm, hearty bowl of tomato soup with grilled cheese.

Once the food was ready, he plated it beautifully in a tray and brought it to you in the bedroom. He knocked first, not wanting to upset you more.

“My love? It’s me. Can I enter please?” He asked softly.

“Aaron—? Please come in.” You answered with a shaky voice. Warner entered the room and God, you look so wrecked. Oh, his poor love.

“Oh, my love,” he said gently as he put the tray to the side of the bed and quickly hugged you. You quickly buried your face to his chest as he played with your hair and drew circles to your back as he whispered sweet nothings to your ear.

“Shh, I’m here now, love. Don’t worry.”

“Baby, I’m sorry about earl—“ he cut you off with a soft kiss.

“Don’t worry about it, my beloved.” Aaron spoke softly, his voice as tender as the dawn's first light. "I know you're in pain, Love. I've been keeping track, and I understand how you feel."

you blinked, her frustration waning as you realized Aaron's patience. "I'm just... I don't know, everything feels annoying right now."

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I get it. But please, love, don't pick fights with me. We don't have to make today any harder than it already is."

you sighed and let your guard down, your shoulders relaxing. “I'm sorry, darling. You're right. I shouldn't take it out on you."

He offered a reassuring smile. “No need to apologize, Love. I know it's not you. Now, I have something to help you feel better, maybe? I got your favorite comfort food. I thought it might help soothe you.”

“Oh, love, you don’t need to—“

“But I wanted to. I wanna help you, okay?”

your eyes softened, appreciating his understanding and willingness to ease your discomfort. " Thank you, I love you.”

With a loving glance, he rose from his seat and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I know, I love you, too. So much. You have my heart. Please don’t ever give it back."

He then once again sat beside you, and you enjoyed the meal. You and him didn't talk much, but the simple act of him being there for you was enough to communicate his affection and support.

After you have eaten, Aaron suggested, "How about a warm bath? It might help with your cramps."

you nodded, grateful for the suggestion. "That sounds lovely."

Aaron carefully drew a bath for you, making sure the water was just the right temperature. He added some of your favorite bath salts, filling the room with a soothing fragrance. Then he helped you undress and gently guided you into the bath.

As you relaxed in the warm water, Aaron perched himself on the edge of the tub, gently massaging your shoulders and neck, providing relief from the tension that had built up in your muscles.

"You're incredible, Aaron," you whispered, your eyes heavy with contentment.

He planted a loving kiss on your temple. "And you're worth every bit of it, Love."

After your bath, he gave you his soft clothes as you guys went to the living room, where Aaron had already set up a cozy nest of blankets and pillows. He picked out some of your favorite movies and let you choose which one you guys would watch. As the film played, both of you nestled close on the couch, your head resting on Aaron's chest.

With his fingers, Aaron traced soothing circles on your back, calming your racing heart.

"You make everything better, darling," you whispered during a quiet moment in the movie.

He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'll always take care of you, Love. It's a promise,"

“And please, if you are hurting, please do tell me. I may not know what it feels like, but I want to be there for you, I want to understand what you are going through.” He continued as his green eyes looked at yours like it’s the whole universe.

“I will, thank you, love.” You said as you hugged him.

“You can talk to me or not talk to me, but I am here with you until the end of the world. And if you are too tired to speak, just sit next to me in silence. Okay?”

“Roger that, sweetheart.” You said as you gestured a salute with a laugh.

Warner laughed with you as he pulled you closer. “You’re impossible.” He teased.

As the hours melted away, your cramps gradually eased, thanks to Aaron's tender care and support. you were reminded once again how fortunate you were to have a partner who could navigate your moods and take care of you, even at your worst.

Later, you guys retired to their bedroom, where Aaron had prepared a soft, welcoming bed. He tucked you in, making sure you were comfortable and warm. As you settled into the embrace of the shared warmth, Aaron held you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you.

"I love you so much, my love.” he murmured, his voice soft and filled with affection.

"I love you too, pretty boy," you replied.

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billkaulitzwife · 11 months

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More Stupid Shit My Friends and I Have Said Feat. The Outsiders

Ponyboy

"Are you seriously on fucking Tomodachi life rn."

"What's your tit size? I MEANT KITTEN BITE. I MEANT WHAT DOES YOUR KITTEN BITE."

"If I had a nickel for every time I got confused I'd be a fucking millionaire."

Sodapop

"I'm mad at you now. I was watching a Livestream of a bird eating and I had to click on your notification."

"I don't own the cat. The cat owns me"

"I love fruit. Why? My boyfriends a fucking fruitbowl, c'mon now."

Darry

"Shit I burnt the grilled cheese." *Goes outside and throws it at a squirrel* "Eat it or I'll kill you."

"What the fuck do you mean Johnny's getting married to Elvis??"

"I've never had a soda so when my mom brings soda home we all worry."

"You caused a Chain reaction. You got suspended last week then Pony tells me 10 girls got suspended today."

Addie

"I tried to quit smoking. Yeah didn't last long."

"What animal are Teletubbies?"

"They call me grilled cheese cuz I make a mean one."

Dallas

"They call you queen bee cuz u been fuckin all of 'em."

"Next time I see Cherry Valance I'm throwing a box of cherries at her. Bitch."

"What animal is Mickey Mouse?"

Johnny

"How the fuck do people on Discord have my Snapchat, too."

"If I had a nickel for everytime I worried you guys I'd be in California."

"Guys I'm almost 17 :)"

Two-Bit

"Nuh-uh."

"I guess you could say that I am... a little silly in the morning."

*Talking to Steve while high* "Did you see how high Addie was this morning at school?"

"If I had a Nickel."

Steve

"I had a grilled cheese for breakfast."

"I'm not gay but my boyfriend is."

"If I had a Nickel for everytime I had something on my face I'd be on a yacht right now instead of staring at y'all's ugly bitch asses."

-_-_-_-_-_-

Addie: I know how to shoot a shotgun.

Darry: HOW?

Steve and Dallas, in the corner: 😳

-_-_-_-_-_-

Steve: That grilled cheese was good. Thanks Ads.

Addie: I made one and you live a mile away.

-_-_-_-_-_-

*Dallas and his mom in an argument*

His Gramma: *Sends a weird Facebook meme.*

Dallas: 🤓

-_-_-_-_-_-

Dallas: I remember when I used to sit on Santa's lap.

Johnny: Just like when some adult man made me sit on his!

Everyone else: 😥

-_-_-_-_-_-

Steve: Hey, hun did you check on the kids?

Sodapop: Hey, twins, Johnny, dinner's almost ready.

-_-_-_-_-_-

Darry: Top four animals

Addie: Kittens, frogs, turtles... Beluga.

Two-Bit: Birds-

Addie: BIRDSSSSSS OH MY GOD HOWD I FORGE-

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Steve: I want a toasted cheese sandwich.

Pony: A fucking grilled cheese?

-_-_-_-_-_-

*Curtises hanging with their cousins*

The ginger cousin: I need to know what animal I would be and why.

Sodapop: LEPRECHAUN

Pony: A whale.

Cousin: HEY

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Darry Curtis (active 4 hours ago): Phones on the tabke when you get home.

Ponyboy McLovin Curtis (Active Now): WHAT DID I DO

addie curtis (Active Now): are you serious.

Coca-Cola (Active Now): what happened

Darry Curtis (Active Now): None of you. Dallas and Steve.

Daddy dallas winston(Active.): is it cuz I took addie out to dinner or because we went to the shooting range after

Stevie (Active): I wasnt thwre i promise

Darry Curtis: what is this then *sends a picture of addie and dallas holding guns like bonnie and clyde while Steve is in the middle smiling huge*

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guys i made a grilled cheese for the first time so These are mostly shit ive said. also ive found tumblr to actually be a safe space so idk.

#darry curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #steve randle #two bit mathews #the outsiders 1983 #greasers #addie curtis #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders incorrect quotes #incorrect quote #i am suffering #Spotify

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countrymusicjunkiekd · 22 days

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A bad coping Mechanism

°•°Hamilton°•°

Exhausted, Was all I could think of. My wife and kids just left to go upstate and I almost had an affair with Mrs. Reynolds. A lucky dodge for if my wife found out...well, I dont want to think about it.

It's been a hard month. A lot of fights with Jefferson and Burr. The struggle of getting my plan to congress. My wife pressuring me to take a break, but i can't...I just can't. I'm sure Washington would give my soem time off...but...if stop working then...Laurens. No..don't think of him.

Maybe I should talk to Washington..about how I'm feeling. No...I've got work to do.

I spend the next few hours working, I refuse to think on anything other then work, that is till I relize, I'm quite hungry. I haven't eaten in a few days and it was now getting in my way of working.

I get up from my desk, swaying a bit. I really should sleep. I don't even knwo what I'm going to eat. As I make my way to the kitchen, I decide to make a grill cheese sandwich. Nothing extra, just bread and cheese. Cooked bread of course. I start the wood stove and move away while I wait.

I finish cooking and sit down to eat. I knwo...me...sitting...crazy. I spot a small knife on the table. I don't knwo why or what drives me to do so. But I grab it. I roll up my sleeves and bring the knife to my arm, just below the crook of my elbow. I push it in and drag it towards me. I draw a small red line that starts bleeding. I don't knwo what it is but it soothe my racing mind, brings me back into the present. I feel better. I cover the small cut and start eating.

°•°•°•°

I didn't do it offten, maybe once a week, when the feelings flooded and I didn't knwo what else to do. The cuts were always small and thin, always right below the crook of my elbow. Then I started doing it more offten. It just felt right and I don't think I know how to cope anyway else. Even though my wife and kids were home...I just...I needed the pain to escape my worries and emotinal pains.

Here I was, cutting again. I cut each day this week. Always in my office with the door locked. I look down at my arm and stare at the small thin healed scars. They weren't bad, and that's all I can say about it. I had to go to work in a few minutes. I kiss my wife good bye and run out of the door, down the street and into the building I call work. As soon as I walk through the door I'm met with the annoying snear of Thomas Jefferson.

"What do you wnat," I snap instantly. I've realized I've been more irattable lately.

"Just wanted to say good luck at the cabinet meeting today," He says with an annoying smirk.

I turn away from him and angrily walk to my office. On my way there I run into Washington. I apologize quickly, without even looking at him. I enter my office and close my door. Locking it quickly.

Pulling out the small sharp knife from my coat pocket, I sit down. I roll up my sleeve just a bit, just a little bit, to let off some steam befor the cabinet meeting. Just a little bit.

Just a little bit I said. Not too much I said. I didn't mean to go as far as I did but when I finally snap back to reality by a sharp pain, I relize I had cut up my whole arm. And I just cut deep. My arm if bleeding badly and stained red. I slap my hand over the deeper cut and dig through my desk, finding a roll of linen bandages. I pour my bottle of alcohol over my arm, scrunching my eyes in pain. There was a soft knock at my door, and I hear Washington soflty call my name.

As quick as I can I wrap my arm and pull my sleeve down.

"Just a second," I call back.

I race to the door and pull it opend, neutralizing my expression befor opening it.

"Sir," I say as happily and kindly as I can.

"Are...you alright Alexander?" Washington asks me, looking concerned.

"Why do you ask sir, of course I am alright," I lie...I lied to the president and my former Comanding Officer.

I guess I was holding my left arm because Washington grabs it. I jump bsck as he does so. He gasps as he tugs up my sleeve, reveling the blood stained bandages.

Washington pushes me further into my office and closes the door, locking it. He turns to me and grabs my arm, looking for thr end of the bandage.

"Sir, dont," I says quickly, pulling my arm away. He takes it back just as fast.

"What is this Alexander!?" Washington demands.

I start fidgeting and Washington gets more concerned, I don't fidget much. Nor do I studder, which I also started doing.

"Alexander!"

"It's nothing!" I snap

"Don't lie to me son."

"I am not your son!!!"

"I see you as my son, I see you as my own," He says, his tone tell me he's done arguing, "Now tell me what happend,"

I look away, filled with shame I can't even look at Washington. I've been caught...and called out, I can't lie my way out.

There was another knock at the door. James Madison, "The meeting is in two minutes Hamilton," He calls, and I hear his foot steps leaving. Saved by the sick man.

"We're not done here Alexander," Washington warns, "Wer going to talk about this when the meetings over, and don't you dare run off or hide," He adds a bit of anger to the last part.

°•°•°•°

And there I was. Arguing with Thomas and refusing to look at Washington. I got so heated during our debate that I forgot all about the fact that Washington knew about my cutting.

Once Washington dismissed everyone, I stormed to my office with the intent of taking my knife to my arm again.

There was a harsh tug on my shoulders and I turned to see a very concerned Washington.

"Where do you think your going son," The Virginian veteran asks.

"IM NOT YOUR SON," I'm boiling now. I think I've finally hit my limit. I don't know why but I started crying.

Washington quickly ushers into his office, locking the door he turns to me just as I slide down the wall and onto the floor.

"Alexander..." His voice was soft and kind as he sits next to me.

I turn away from him, feeling like a kid mad at their parents. I roughly wipe at my eyes and try to compose myself. I haven't cried in so many years.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, I probley sound crazy. I jump as Washington places a hand on my shoulder.

"Would you like to tell me what happend?" His tone was so welcoming, "did you do this to yourslef?"

I break... I start telling Washington about everything. How stressed I've been. How coming to work has made me even more stressed because of Thomas and cabinet meetings. I tell him about Mrs Reynolds. About how much I miss Laurens. I explain how cutting myself releases the stress and how it's been getting worst.

When I finish, I stare at Washington, praying for understanding. I'm hyperventilating and trembling a bit.

I can tell Washington was trying to think of a way to calm me down. Before I can apologize again, Washington wraps me in a hug. I wrap my arms around him and we sit there for a while befor Washington let's go and stands up, leaving me on the floor.

"Alexander...you cannot keep doing this," He says as I too stand up, "it's not healthy," He takes my left arm and rolls up my sleeve.

He starts pulling the bandages away and this time I let him. He looks shocked but he quickly goes back to looking serious. He grabs a bottle of whiskey and holds my arm away from him as he pours the bottle over my arm. I hiss in pain and pull my arm away.

"Sorry," Washington mumbles as he digs through his desk and pulls out clean linen bandages.

Washington wraps my arm tightly and ties off the end neatly. He looks at me then turns away and walks to the window. I can tell he has no idea what to do.

"Son, I expect you to tell your wife,"

I let the "son" pass this time

"She doesn't have to know...no one else has to know,"

Washington gives me a look taht says this isn't up for debate.

"Alexander!" He says sternly, "your wife can help you, and if you won't tell her then I will,"

°•°•°•

A couple weeks later and I still haven't told my beautiful wife. I have also cut a time or two, much to Washington's disappointment. He started checking my arm daily.

Then, he called my to his office. It was a decent day; I had gotten good sleep and Thomas wasn't there!

However my day crumbled when I saw my wife talking with Washington. She turns to ne when I close the door.

"Hun, what did you do?" She said sternly, I look at Washington and he motions for me to tell her.

"N-nothing!" I shuddered and answered way to fast. My hearts pounding in my chest.

I turn to leave but Washington had gotten up and grabbed my arm. He locks the door and drags me to sit with my wife. I turn away from her, ashamed. She starts rubbing my back. It's comforting but I'm still panicking. I never wanted anyone to know...now my boss knows and soon my wife will too.

"Alexander...honey...are you alright?" Her tone is so kind

"I'm fine," I snap. I didn't mean to snap at my Eliza.

"Alexander!" Washington said, "be honest. Would you rather me say it?"

I just nod. The floor had become very interesting.

"Mrs Hamilton, your husband has been physically hurting himslef. With a knife I presume,"

I winch at the statement, getting up to leave again. This time it's Eliza who stops me. She pulls me back intothe chair and forces me to look at her. I'm wiping tears now and she gently cups my cheek, whiping a tear with the thumb.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"Let me see Alexander," She says softly and I hold put my left arm to her.

She genlty rolls up my sleeve and gasps when she sees the numerous cuts. She looks into my eyes and wraps me in a gentle hug.

I bury my face in her shoudler and I can feel Washington's hand on my back.

"I'm sorry," I keep repeating that. Over and over.

"I know I know, shhh," She says soflty, pulling away from me, holding my shoudlers as i wipe at tears, "easy now, your ok. Im not mad."

Eliza has me sit down again, she lightly runs her hands over my scared up arm.

"How about you tell me why and when you started doing this," She says, bringing her hand up to play with my auburn hair.

"I started when you went upstate," I sniffle a bit, "I just...there was so much on my mind, between work, feeling bad for not going with you, Laurens..." I look down but soon continue, "I've been having more nightmares....of the hurricane, the battlefield...my mother. I guess I finally snapped,"

"You really need a break son,"

"I agree with the president my love," Eliza says soflty, "stay home for a bit, relax, sleep more, eat more. Just work on your mental state alright?"

"But I've got so much work to do,"

"And all that work led you to a nervous break down," Washington pulls some cash out of his inside coat pocket. He hands it to me and I count it. It amounts to $100. Looking up at the president, I guess I looked shocked cuz he chuckled.

"It's the 5th, I dont wnat to see you here till the 1st of next month. Take care of yourself son," Washington turns to my wife and adds, "please take his knife away,"

°•°•°•°

And with that me and Eliza call a cab back home. Th horse that pulled the carrge had a shiny jet black coat and large black eyes.

I pay the driver a few coins amd climb into the carriage. Eliza strokes my arm and I smile. I love my wife so much.

We spend a few minutes in comfortable silence as the carriage gently rocks back and forth.

°•°•°•°

Inside our house, I'm laying on the couch, my head in Eliza lap. The kid were out at school and it was only the second day of my month long break.

Eliza was running a comb through my hair. It was soothing and I was starting to fall asleep.

"Feeling any better?" She asked, I just smiled and nodded. I barley heard her, I was half asleep.

She continued to comb my hair, occasionally trailing the comb down my back. Which caused a soft ticklish sensation that just calmed me further.

"You don't have to suffer alone anymore, my dear Hamilton,"She had said soflty as I finally fell asleep.

I had somone to confide in. My beautiful, loving wife.

THE END

This ain't the first time posting a story, on here yes, on other platforms no. So enjoy

#hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #hurt/comfort #self h@rm

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jackhues · 3 months

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cool - (pricey shots and brick wolls! au)

note: takes place in 2019

"give me five minutes, i'm coming," saroyah tinker, defenseman for the toronto six and one of rowan's closest friends, said as soon as she picked up.

"i've been here for ten minutes," rowan groaned, tapping her steering wheel. "the desk guy is giving me a dirty look."

"also, i'm hungry," elain chuli, goalie for the toronto six, added from the back seat.

"didn't you eat a grilled cheese for breakfast?" emma woods asked.

shiann darkangelo, captain of the team, rolled her eyes with a little smile on her face.

rowan, saroyah, elain, emma and shiann were the first few confirmed members the of the phf's newest team - the toronto six. the inaugral season was going to take place next year, but the team was coming together already.

the five girls had been invited to the toronto marlies camp, to learn and teach new drills and practice with the team. it wasn't the maple leafs or the nhl, but it was still a big deal to them. and if there was one thing rowan hated, it was being late.

"i'm here," saroyah announced, getting into the passenger seat. "okay, we can go now."

"if you were any later, i'm pretty sure rowan would've left you," shiann laughed, causing the other girls to giggle as well.

"i was thinking about it," rowan admitted, turning onto the familiar toronto roads and making her way to the marlies training facility.

the girls sang along to rowan's playlist, made jokes, and laughed as they made their way. finally, rowan reverse parked into the parking lot.

"you should learn to forward park," emma commented, opening the trunk to grab her bag and gear. "there's gonna be a day where you can't reverse park into an empty spot."

"unlikely," rowan grinned, grabbing her own bag. "and at least i can park, not like the rest of you."

"it's not that we hate parking, we hate driving in the city," elain corrected.

"traffic's a pain," saroyah agreed.

emma and shiann nodded in agreement.

rowan stayed silent. she loved toronto because she made it her home. there was kelowna, there was montreal, but those were places her family had taken her. she loved them, yeah. but toronto was where hockey had taken her, and she chose it. so she made herself love every part of the city - even the dreadful traffic.

eventually, the girls had changed into their hockey gear, switching topics to different drills they wanted to try out, to moves they wanted to perform on the ice. they were hockey players after all, their conversations didn't go far from the sport for long.

"welcome," an older man walked up to them. "you guys must be from the toronto six, correct?"

they exchanged introductions, before making their way on the ice. pucks were littered on the ice, along with materials for puck handling drills.

"you guys can start to get comfortable on the ice," he told them. "the guys should be getting on the ice soon."

as if summoned, one of the marlies goalies began skating onto the ice.

"joe, over here!" the older man waved him over. he turned to the girls, "this is joseph woll, our rookie goalie. joe, these are players from the toronto six."

they took turns introducing themselves.

"rowan price," she nodded in the goalie's direction, smiling softly.

she always had a bit of a soft spot for goalies, mainly because of her uncle. and this goalie was a rookie, which made him even more endearing.

"it's nice to meet you guys," he smiled at them, before making his way to the net.

the other marlies players slowly made their way onto the ice, dropping by the girls to talk different drills.

rowan stuck to some puck handling drills, impressing some of the marlies players.

"have you tried shooting on one of the guys yet?" trevor moore, one of the marlies players asked.

"nah, not yet," rowan shook her head. "don't want to embarrass anyone this early in practice."

"ah don't worry about that," he laughed. "light 'em up all you want."

rowan grinned a little, finishing up her stick handling drill before skating off to where emma was. the two girls talked about some of the new drills they'd tried out, and how they were thinking of implementing those in their game.

rowan kept her eyes on the rookie goalie, number 35: joseph woll. he was pretty good, stopping a number of shots. he made little movements, tracking the puck long after he cleared it. the way he played seemed so familiar to her, but she was pretty sure she'd never seen him before today. it was weird.

"you should try shooting on him," emma told her. "he's pretty good for a rookie."

rowan nodded at the second statement, before grabbing a puck and getting ready to go against him. she felt like she was ten years old and back in her driveway, going 1v1 against her uncle after school.

she held the puck until the last second, before letting it go, right past his glove and in the net.

emma cheered at the goal, skating over to hug rowan.

rowan laughed at her excitement, continuing with a few more drills. she talked with different players, practicing new drills she never even heard of. she scored a few more goals on the different goalies, before skating over to the rookie she couldn't stop thinking about.

"joseph, right?" she asked, making her way to him as he stretched out. "you were great in net, you sure you're just a rookie?"

he laughed, taking his helmet off and putting it on the bench. the practice was nearly over anyways.

he has really pretty eyes, rowan noticed. she blinked, surprised by her train of thoughts.

"i'm just a rookie," joseph promised. "and call me joe. you were insane out there, by the way. i had no idea which way you were going to shoot until the shot was in the back of the net."

rowan laughed a little, "thanks. i grew up playing hockey against my uncle, so i had to develop a pretty quick release. the way you track the puck is good, it goes against my release. but i'm a little more familiar playing with goalies who track the puck that way."

"i actually learnt that from watching carey price play," he told her. "he was my favourite player growing up."

rowan stared at him, laughing a little bit. "yeah, he was mine too."

"seriously?" joe asked, doing a double take. "a goalie?"

"a goalie," she agreed. "he was my favourite. after him, i'll take sidney crosby. but carey price was my favourite player. still is. it's why i wear the same number."

she turned around, showing him the 'price/31' jersey she was wearing. joe blinked, realizing a few things at once.

"carey price is your uncle?" he asked, an almost awestruck expression on his face. "oh- that's so cool!"

"yeah," she agreed, knowing that her uncle was one of the coolest goalies of all time. she had a feeling this rookie could turn into something himself. "it's really cool."

#naqia writes!#naqia's au's!#pricey shots and brick wolls! au #joseph woll imagine #joseph woll x oc

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Now, I don't want to make requests cuz i don't want you to feel forced at all, I'd hate to make you feel like that,but I think bee just deserves a good dose of cuddles and praises from yn, he's a sweetheart and he deserves love

(I personally don't like jazz, I love his design but can't stand him for the rest(wich is totally ok you made a great character))

(also have some questions about ratchet but I don't want to spoiler anything so do I send you a private message or ask it here anyway?)

ALSO THAT CHAPTER WAS SO FUCKING GOOD I LOVED IT IT'S ONE OF MY FAVOURITE SO FAR💞

I always put warnings for possible spoilers related to FMOD, so you can always ask any form of question in my inbox, but if you just don't feel like it, anyone and everyone is totally allowed to message me personally!

You're the first person I've heard say they don't like Jazz romantically! Wow! Interesting... Going to get my note pad and have to study you... Hmmmmm....

Also, here lol 🏃‍♀️

I DON'T fucking want it right now!

"SUCK IT UP! You haven't eaten in fucking 5 days, idiot! Give me your arm!"

I said I don't want it!

"AND I SAID SUCK IT UP!"

Arcee and BumbleBee were arguing. It was the first time I had seen them actually fight.

Arcee was trying to give him his needed feeding tube. It was a rather bad week, more so month, of him barely being able to eat anything. He was still muscular, but they were slowly fading, his ribs I had never seen before were morphing around his skin.

Arcee was having me hold his hand, it seeming to be the only thing that was stopping him from getting up and knocking the purple-haired woman's teeth out.

He was anything but happy, obviously he wasn't. I had never heard of the eating disorder ARFID up until I had met him. The more and more I stayed around him, the more problems I realized he had.

His normal food that he would go to was grilled cheese, or even half a jar of peanut butter, but this week, a bad week, seemed to be worse off for him.

He was refusing to put anything in his mouth, and I think not only me, but everyone around him was growing to worry if he was becoming more avoidant towards things he normally found comfort in.

He hadn't touched peanut butter in a solid three weeks because he said one jar tasted old. He found mold on a single slice of cheese and had a rage fit where he had to use a punching bag for three hours. And don't even get me started on the slightly color-faded m&m in his shareable bag...

He was getting worse by the day, and at this point, he refused to go into the same room as Ratchet in fear of him lecturing him.

And so here we are now, Arcee was the one who had to take matters into her own hands because he avoided everyone but her, me, and Jazz.

Do you have ANY idea what the hell is in that?!

"Vitamins, protein, ya' know, THINGS THAT KEEP YOU ALIVE?!"

I don't give a shit. Get it away from me.

"OOO you- I want to- I'm gonna- JUST." She took in an obnoxious breath, closed her eyes, and forced a very awkward smile. "Bee... Honey, sweetheart, darling... If you don't let me put this in your chesssttt," She had a sing-song tone, her face looking crazed. "Then I will be forced to put it in your nose!"

F-A-T FUCKING CHANCE!

"THEN LET ME DO MY THING GODDAMMIT!"

"BumbleBee?" My voice was low, soft, and fearful. His stare down with the absolutely livid female broke instantly, his expression softened and he shot his sight towards me.

He was in a gentle rut. All I needed to do was be sweet with him and he would swoon and melt.

"If you want, um... I can go get something to eat? Maybe some crackers or something?" I asked. "I-It can be like a little dinner date." It was slightly pathetic, I was never flirtatious with him, nor ever outright asked to do something romantic, but he looked like he took the bait.

The pure shock on his face stood for a long while, the three of us dead quiet, eager, desperate for him to answer in any way, shape, or form.

I was embarrassed, probably more than I should be. Me and him were more than just friends, obviously, we had to be. He took my virginity, he flirted with me, hell, he has the title husband for a reason.

He blinked, showing the first sign of movement. He looked down my body for a moment and now rapidly blinked as if shaking himself out of a trace.

Yeah... Yeah that would... He brought a hand to the side of his face, feeling the heat escape his darkening cheeks. Yeah sure. You can... Yeah...

I nodded my head, giving the faintest of appreciated smiles. I let my thumb rub the middle of his bent arm, trying my hardest to not only soothe him, but myself as well.

Arcee scoffed as loudly as she could and smacked a hand to her forehead, shook her head then stormed her way to the kitchen to grab me a box of cheez-its.

"You're doing good... If you need a distraction, I can talk about something. Whatever you need... I'll do my best to help."

#god i love asks #related to fmod #prompt #*dies of too much energy*#i slept. 3 HOURS LAST NIGHT. and yet #I AM BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS #long post

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itzpris15634 · 18 days

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In the Park (LPS fic ft. Blythe and her friends)

"I'm working on this new design…" Blythe cried out, flipping through pages of her sketchbook, looking for the right one to show to her friends, "But I just cannot figure out for the life of me what to do about the ribbons. And it's driving me crazy. I can't figure out if blue or red looks better! Should I go with both? But then that would catch attention away from the top, which is what I want people to really look at."

"'Working on a new design…' Aren't you always, Blythe?" Sue commented from the other side of the picnic table, stirring her smoothie with her straw.

"Yeah, we're here to enjoy ourselves," Jasper, seated next to Sue, added, "And you don't seem to be…"

"I AM ENJOYING MYSELF, thank you very much!" Blythe protested, crossing her arms and pouting.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Youngmee's soft gaze on her.

"Blythe… you're not. We can tell. You're stressed, you're tense, and uh… your hair is… a bit of a mess from all the tugging at it you've done."

"Is it?" Blythe raised an eyebrow. She opened her phone's camera app to use as a mirror. Not only was her hair all tangled up and messy like Youngmee mentioned, her glasses were crooked, and bloodshot eyes were staring back at her from her reflection.

"Oh, yep. Yeah, I see now. I'm a mess."

As Blythe quickly adjusted herself, her friends continued talking.

"I mean, come on. We're out during nice weather, the birds are chirping, the kids are playing all around us in this park…" Jasper said, "Let's take a little break! Plus, if you're not gonna eat the last grilled cheese sandwich…" His arm started stretching towards the basket, containing all the food they had packed for the day's picnic.

Blythe faked an offended gasp, "You wouldn't dare…"

"Oh, would I?" Jasper raised an eyebrow.

Blythe pulled the sandwich out before Jasper could, "That wouldn't be fair! You've all already had yours!"

"Hmm, and I wonder why we've all already finished our food and you have not…" Sue said.

"Oh. Right. Ranting about fashion…" Blythe sighed, "Yeah, I guess I've been a little worked up about that. I guess I'll just worry about it later."

Her friends smiled, now that they finally got Blythe to take a break.

The rest of the picnic continued with conversation and chatter, catching up on each other's lives.

"Oh, yeah, now I see what you mean," Youngmee said on the call, as the camera was focused on the sketch Blythe made. "Blue would be lovely, but so would red. But then they would pull your eyes away from the top's design."

"See? You can see why I was so worked up about this at the picnic." Blythe redirected the camera back to her face. She paced around the room as she held the phone in her hand, talking to Youngmee.

"Well personally, I think yellow would look best on the bows. But you should probably consult Kora about this one, Blythe. I'm sure input from another designer means way more than my own opinion…"

"Oh, Youngmee, I always want your opinion!" Blythe said, "But... if you say so. I think I'll take your suggestion about Kora."

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Day 5: picnic

Smth with Blythe and her human friendos. Plus a mention of kora

edit: yeah i made some edits. i love how i can only notice the mistakes in my writing only after i post it online :))

#lps 2012 #blythe baxter #youngmee song #sue patterson #jasper jones

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ninja-muse · 9 months

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July was a reminder of why I don't generally walk into strange bookstores, because I ended up on an accidental bookstore crawl and came out of the evening with two books (Hatchet, Hrafnkel's Saga) and a mildly distressed colleague. I did make up for this by reading more off my TBR than I usually do, including Gaudy Night which I picked up just last month and am therefore congratulating myself on getting to so quickly.

My other hauls for the month are Labyrinth's Heart, which was worth the wait, and Interference, which was on sale when I had a gift card. Having read a very good gentle first-contact novel this month, I don't see myself getting to it anytime soon. Labyrinth's Heart, I picked up as soon as I was able, naturally.

Otherwise, it wasn't much of a month, doings-wise. I've been working a lot on my WIP and have gotten back into jigsaw puzzles. Turns out if I've done a puzzle before, I can redo in a matter of days. Or one day, if I'm not working. It's also been a month of stalking my library holds list with very little to show for it. September, though. The library's going to be very good to me in September.

My next big thing is a holiday! I'm at the stage of packing right now where I start to second-guess the quantities I'm bringing. Is five shirts enough? More importantly, is three books? I'm going to be off-grid for most of the time, so there'll be lots of reading time but also no way to get an emergency ebook or recharge my devices. Inviting people to weigh in here.

And as always, if you've got questions about the books I've read, why I rated and ranked them a certain way, any of that, ask away! I know I'm not really active on here these days but I check comments every day and am still down to chat.

And now without further ado, in order of enjoyment…

A Half-Built Garden - Ruthanna Emrys

We’re doing good work to address the climate crisis but the newly arrived aliens want us to leave the planet anyway.

8.5/10

🏳️‍🌈 main character (sapphic), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (sapphic, non-binary, trans men and women, genderfluid), Jewish main character, Jewish secondary characters, disabled secondary characters (prosthetic arm, partial blindness), main character with depression and anxiety, poly-norm world, 🏳️‍🌈 author, #ownvoices

Labyrinth’s Heart - M.A. Carrick

The troubles in Nadežra are coming to a head just as Ren’s tangle of identities begins to loosen.

8/10

🏳️‍🌈 POV characters (bisexual, sapphic), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (mlm, trans man), 🏳️‍🌈-norm world, 🏳️‍🌈 author

The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich - Deya Muniz

It’s an old story: girl refuses to marry men, girl dresses as boy, girl bonds with girl over fashion and dairy products…

8/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonists (sapphic), Brazilian-American author, 🏳️‍🌈 author, #ownvoices

Nick and Charlie - Alice Oseman

Nick’s about to go to uni. Charlie’s worried about going long-distance.

7.5/10

🏳️‍🌈 main characters (gay, bisexual), 🏳️‍🌈 author

Gaudy Night - Dorothy L. Sayers

Harriet Vane’s Oxford college falls victim to sinister pranks and, as a mystery writer and alumna, she’s called in to find the culprit.

7.5/10

warning: classism, equating of mental illness to criminality, misogynists

The Wager - David Grann

A secret mission in the Age of Sail. A shipwreck and a mutiny. The perils of the sea—and your fellow man.

7/10

warning: fairly graphic depictions of illness, injury, and violence; historical racist language

Sir Hereward and Mister Fitz - Garth Nix

A knight and a puppet-sorcerer travel the world to rid it of proscribed gods.

6.5/10

warning: a high percentage of female characters wind up injured, dead, evil, or some combination

An Accident of Stars - Foz Meadows

When Saffron jumps through a portal outside her school, she finds herself in another world on the brink of civil war.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 main character (bisexual), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (aromantic, trans, poly), Black British secondary character, brown-skinned secondary characters, secondary character with chronic illness (similar to fibromyalgia), secondary character with disability (similar to stroke paralysis), poly-norm world, 🏳️‍🌈 author

warning: misandry, violence and injuries, death of a child

Hrafnkel’s Saga and Other Icelandic Stories - Anonymous, with Hermann Pálsson (translator)

Short medieval pseudo-histories.

7/10

warning: violence, murder

The Dragons at Crumbling Castle and Other Tales - Terry Pratchett

Early writings by a master author.

6.5/10

Occasional Indo-British secondary characters, occasional unspecified BIPOC characters

warning: reliance on racial stereotypes for bit-part characters

Misfortune Cookie - Vivien Chien

Lana’s attending a restaurant convention in California when her aunt’s journalist friend falls mysteriously off a roof.

6/10

Taiwanese-American protagonist, Taiwanese-American secondary characters, Asian-American secondary characters (unspecified), Chinese-American author, #ownvoices

Kill Show - Daniel Sweren-Becker

A teen goes missing after running back to her school bus for a bag. Forget podcasts: time for the reality show! Out in October

7/10 warning: missing child, murder

DNF

Thief Liar Lady - D.L. Soria

Aislinn’s met her Prince Charming. Unfortunately her stepmother isn’t happy about how slow the con is going, and there’s another prince who keeps getting her to drop character.

Love Letters For Joy - Melissa See

Joy’s on track to be the first disabled valedictorian at her high school, but that'ss held her back from a High School Relationship™. Will writing to the school’s anonymous love letter writer help?

🏳️‍🌈 main characters (asexual, pansexual), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (lesbian, bi, gay), main character with cerebral palsy, Black and Latina secondary characters, author with cerebral palsy, 🏳️‍🌈 author, #ownvoices for cerebral palsy

Currently reading:

Board to Death - CJ Connor

Ben turns down a suspiciously good deal on an old board game, only for the dealer to turn up dead that night.

🏳️‍🌈 main character (gay), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (gay), 🏳️‍🌈 author, #ownvoices

Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century - Richard Taruskin A history of early written European music, in its social and political contexts.

Stats

Monthly total: 12 Yearly total: 87/140 Queer books: 5 Authors of colour: 0 Books by women: 4.5 Authors outside the binary: 2.5 Canadian authors: 0 Off the TBR shelves: 4 Books hauled: 4 ARCs acquired: 1 ARCs unhauled: 6 DNFs: 2

January February March April May June July

#books #booklr #book reviews #bookblr #reading wrap-ups #read in 2023 #my photos #stacks of books

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betatesterjenny · 1 month

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Thank you for the grilled cheese... and uh. Don't worry. I've had worse things then crumbs on my outfit. -H

yeah, but still… oops, ha.

#fnaf ask blog #fnaf au

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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For the Thenamesh Doctor AU:

Thena looses unexpectedly a patient! And the only one who she needs is our beloved Gil

"No."

"Thena."

"No!" she snarls, fighting as Kingo tries to pull her to her feet--off the patient she's been trying to get back for nearly ten minutes. "He was fine!"

"T, come on," he says gently, reaching for her again.

"Dammit," she hisses, watching the colour of her patient's skin just get worse and worse. Some hair slips into her field of vision. "Check his eyes."

Ajak obeys, kneeling down and pulling his eyelids up. Completely bloodshot and nonresponsive--it's hemorrhagic shock, for sure. Ajak gives her a look, "Thena."

"Fuck!" she leans back, arms burning, lungs ice cold. She looks at her patient, to Ajak and Kingo and a few others gathered around. She looks at the clock, "time of death, 12:37."

The crowd parts for her, in no rush to try and get in the way of her temper. She snaps her gloves off and bins them as she storms through the hallways.

He was just a man in for a scare--a little murmur in his pacemaker that made his wife worry. He was nice; they talked about how he met his wife and how to make the best grilled cheese. He was a sweet man.

Thena walks into the on-call room and throws the door closed behind her. She runs her hands over her hair, pushing back the piece that's escaped. "Out."

The door never was able to close, stopped by a foot and letting in one other person who closed it gently. "Hey."

"Out, Gil," she repeats, but it has no real bite to it. She's not very good at snapping at him for real.

He already knows, whether it's from passing it in the hallway or just by looking at her. But he walks over to her, already poised to take her into his arms, "c'mere."

Thena just barely lets him pull her against him. She's stiff, at first, still trying to hold it in. She's not exactly done her shift, and they're going to come and get her any minute, she's sure.

"I've got you," Gil whispers as he encircles her in his arms and presses his cheek to the top of her head.

Thena turns her head, letting herself bury her face in his chest. He's so warm, and so soft, and he smells more like home than her apartment ever could.

Gil whispers sweet nothings as she breaks down in his arms, pressing her sobs into his chest. He rubs her back as she trembles against him. She's been doing this for a long time, she's no stranger to what this work is like. But if she's taking it this hard, then she actually liked the guy. Poor thing.

Thena turns her head against him, just enough to breathe. Her eyes sting and she can't see shit. Her breathing is erratic and she feels like she's freezing cold. Gil wraps his hoodie around her with his hands in the pockets. "It's not fair."

"It's not."

"He came in to be cautious," she snivels, wrapping her arms around the back of him and clutching at his shirt. He's so warm. "He came in so his wife wouldn't worry--it's not fair."

"I know."

She's done trying to reason it out. It's never going to get less unfair. She sighs, letting out whatever she has left in the tank.

Gil kisses the top of her head, swaying them faintly on their feet, "I'm sorry, Thena."

She closes her eyes, trying to let Gil's heartbeat drown out reality. "I have to call his wife."

"I know." That part is always the hardest. Harder than even losing them, trying to resuscitate their poor hearts. "Let me go with you."

"No," she practically whines as she pulls away from him. Back into the cold waters of reality she goes, wrapping her arms around herself. Gil is so warm, and the usually ambient hospital feels like the tundra to her now. "I should do it alone."

"You don't have to, though."

Thena lifts her head just enough to look at him. Neither of them is a stranger to hard days. He's also had his days when he wonders what they could have done differently--a single step they could have taken that would have kept someone alive.

"Hey," he whispers, leaning down and pressing a kiss at the corner of her lips. "I'm here if you need me."

She nods. She can't say anything now--talking requires thinking, and she needs all her autopilot skills to get through the rest of the next five hours.

Gil gives her shoulder one last squeeze before heading out into the hall. "Uh... "

The chill she was feeling sinks even deeper into her bones. Thena walks to his side, having already guessed what he was seeing.

The patient's wife is here, holding a sandwich and a bottle of water and weeping. This couldn't get worse. Thena squeezes past Gil and walks toward the poor woman, refusing to perceive the tears in her eyes. "Missus Langford?"

"Wh-Where's-"

"Why don't we sit down?"

Thena looks up as Gil guides the woman towards the far corner of the waiting area. It's not ideal, but they don't want her on her feet when she gets the news. She should have known he wasn't going to let her do this alone.

"Is everything okay?" the poor woman looks between them desperately.

Thena tries to get it out--she really does. But the woman takes one look at her face and crumbles into tears. "I-I'm so sorry, Missus Langford. Y-Your husband...he suffered a blood clot. He-"

"No," the woman sobs, her face contorting as grief takes her in its arms. "No, please!"

Thena's throat clamps tight. The smell of the homemade grilled cheese reaches her nose and she wants to throw up.

Gil leans over from his seat on the other side of her, "I'm sorry, Missus Langford. We did all we could, but I'm afraid...your husband passed very quickly."

"No!"

Thena turns away as Gil rubs the poor woman's arm. He's the better person for the job, anyway. She's not that good at comforting people. He looks at her and she swipes her tears away. The families can never see you break--if you can get a single thing right, it's don't let them see you break. She sniffles, "he was a very sweet man, Missus Langford. He told me all about you."

"H-He did?"

Thena nods, blinking through more tears, letting them obscure her vision of the older woman. "I got to talk with him during his examination. He told me about how you met at the movies."

The woman just starts crying even harder. Thena flinches but when she looks at Gil he nods for her to keep going. She shakes her head abut he nods even harder. She sighs; he's the comforting expert.

"H-He, um, told me about using mayo for grilled cheeses," Thena mumbles, trying to ignore the wax wrapped sandwich in the woman's lap.

"They-" she sniffles and laughs all at once, "they were his favourite."

Thena manages a smile and nods at the woman.

"I, um," Missus Langford presses her palms to her eyes and collects her purse. "I-I have to call-"

"Take all the time you need," Gil assures the woman in one fell swoop, still holding her shoulder and placing his other hand on her wrist. "I can show you to him, and the hospital will help you make arrangements, okay?"

"O-Okay," she nods as Gil guides her gently to her feet. She holds up the sandwich and water, "um-"

"It's okay," Gil smiles, gently patting her hands to deposit them back in her purse. "You'll need your strength. You should hold onto them."

Thena walks behind them, happy to fall into the background of things. Her feet squeak and drag as they guide the woman to her husband. "Missus Langford, if you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask, okay?"

The sweet woman nods at her, fresh tears coming into her eyes. They rise in Thena's as well, but the woman shakes her head. "You go, dear. I know you did everything you could for him."

Thena really feels like she could throw up.

"Someone will come in to ask how you want to proceed, Missus Langford," Gil steps in again, with that soft voice of his. "No one will rush you."

She nods her thanks to them again before moving to her husband's side behind the curtain. It happened so suddenly they don't even have a private room for her to do her grieving.

Gil plants his hand on Thena's shoulder as they walk away. "Hey."

She nods, swiping at her tears yet again. She doesn't think she'll ever be able to eat a grilled cheese sandwich again. She looks up as Gil threads her arms through his hoodie. It's nice and warm, at least. "You'll need it."

"I'm warm enough." He certainly is. He zips it up and even rolls the sleeves up for her. It's not exactly professional, but no one is going to dare to tell her that. "This poor old thing--might be time for a new one."

Thena subconsciously clings to it at the thought.

Gil kisses her forehead. "This one's all yours, baby."

She sighs. They have work to do. Mister Langford is going to be one of many patients tonight. And it's her job to make sure there are no more Missus Langfords so long as she can help it. "Thanks."

He nuzzles her cheek and kisses her temple, "always."

"See you after?" she asks in a small voice, her hand trailing against his until their fingers are clinging to each other.

He gives her a smile that helps her fight the insufferable cold of the night, "I'll find you."

He always does.

#Thenamesh Doctor AU #the aNGST #who's ready for suffering :)#this is bound to happen #it comes with the job after all #and they both know that #of course Gil knows when Thena takes losing a patient extra hard #he's very in tune with his wife #Thena sees out the rest of her shift wearing Gil's hoodie #she does this every once in a while and everyone knows that it's a comfort for her #no one is going to deny her that #Gil does put in for a new uniform hoodie #then Thena will have two hoodies of his to steal #She'll wear the current one at home or keep it as a little blanket for herself for on-call naps #but Gil will still give her his new one if it's cold or if they're in the field #but hey #that's work-marriage

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lindyloosims · 3 months

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I offered to sleep on the couch but Kim was having none of it. She said she didn't want to be alone. I offered to make her dinner but she said she wasn't hungry, she felt sick, all this worry over where she's going to live. I wondered if that was a hint to move in here with me...

Even though I barely know her, I do care for Kim, I don't just sleep with anyone contrary to my rough appearance, I'm not a dick! I had two girlfriends in high school and only slept with one of them, so Kim is my second "intimate partner". I may have got carried away with the whirlwind but I don't regret a thing, I just need to take every day as it comes and be true to her and to myself!

Hunger is a problem, but the more I earn, the better food I can cook! So today I've opted for grilled cheese sandwiches!

I'm feeling moody though, dunno if it's the hunger but I'm really annoyed! My cooking skill is at level 2 so I can make some decent meals without burning anything, yay me!

I'm getting the weird sensation of being watched, is it all in my head? Or is someone spying on me?

⏮️Previous/Next⏭️

#sims4wheelofdramalegacychallenge #s4wodlc #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 challenge #sims 4 challenge #the sims 4 challenge #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #the sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy challenge #the sims 4 legacy challenge #Griff Dowling #Copperdale

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soldier-poet-king · 11 months

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not to ask an obvious question, but is it the kind of "once a month" that could be related to your cycle? not to say it couldn't ALSO be covid-related. no need to respond, etc. best wishes to you though

No worries anon! (And thank you for the well wishes!!)

It's not EXACTLY once a month (maybe 4x since January that I've been sick enough to consider/having to miss work) and doesn't seem to be linked up with my cycle (how fuckin cursed am I if this is just another extreme pms symptom. Like. Give a bitch a break. I have no desire or use for this organ system as it is. Spare me.)

You're the second person to mention it though, so I'll keep closer track of my recurring mystery cold symptoms & specific dates, but I don't *think* they align based on my usual cycle tracking.

I'm not even SURE it's covid. I just know I had covid and then within a year I started getting a recurring sore throat, cold, nausea, aches, possibly low grade fever, etc. Which is annoying but not life threatening, but I keep missing work + it keeps happening WAY more frequently than I used to get sick (even when living in the petri dish that is undergrad dorms, and eating mainly pizza and grilled cheese every meal, it wasn't this bad or frequent). So I'm just. Concerned? If it's not covid nuking my immune system, smthn else is up, and I would like to know what

And I'm just annoyed at being sick all the time when my family is well and keeps belittling me for this thing which is ENTIRELY out of my control

#anon #anyway it just. well. something is certainly happening #i am trying to hold my bkdy gently bc i AM my body #but this isnt really helping me combat the gnostic impulse #franposting

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lobotomizedlady · 6 months

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I'm gonna be in Chicago for a couple days soon what do you recommend I eat ? Preferably foods/restaurants I can't get elsewhere but can be anything

Oh gosh ok honestly when I thought of my favorite dishes the first to come to mind were ones I had in NYC and London (single best thing I've ever eaten is a fried maitake bun in Manhatten) but not to worry bc Chicago is an amazing food city too! I don't exactly have the most refined pallet I honestly eat like a 12 yr old & I also dunno how I exclusively Chicago they are but some of my fave dishes & restaurants:

-chicken gyoza ramen at ramen kameya on belmont (I always get the cheese balls too they're like crab rangoons but different. sooo good)

-the bourgeois pig, get the Gatsby. quite literally my favorite sandwich on earth

-gnocchi a la vodka at volare

-spaghetti cacio e pepe at eataly (usually alongside a good ol pizza margarita)

-miso ramen at daifuku ramen in chinatown

-also in chinatown there's minghin cuisine, massive menu of everything from all your usual americanized chinese food to really interesting authentic stuff that I am too much of a pansy to try but you might not be lol . I just love Chinatown in general it's my fave neighborhood in the city I highly recommend spending an afternoon there and wandering around, so much cool stuff to see there!

-anything at yellowtail in lakeview is good

-you probably won't have a reason to go all the way to Arlington heights but if you do be sure to stop at mitsuwa market! It's a giant asian grocery store with a cafeteria that has amazing Japanese food.

-virtually anywhere in pilsen for mexican food, I can't think of a specific spot but thats where you'll find the most authentic mexican food in the entire country aside from maybe socal and border towns.

-if you wanna try proper chicago deep dish most ppl will recommend pequods but I think lou malnatis is very solid. their thin crust is very delicious too

-portillos is still my best pick for chicago dogs, get a jumbo (very important) everything without sport peppers, no one likes sport peppers

-blackened chicken cajun pasta at fireside inn that I just had this thanksgiving, my god it was good

-if a macncheese filled grilled cheese appeals to you as it does to me go to cheesies pub. insanely good

-spinning J bakery for all your dessert needs. their pies are absolutely insane esp key lime

-any pastries from kasama but they sell out fast

#asks #have fun on your trip!

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1078: Emerald and Me (RWBY)

9:15 a.m. at JNPRO's Residence's Kitchen......

'Sizzling'

Emerald: (Looks Down at the Food Oscar's Cooking on the Frying Pan as her Chin Rests on top of his Head) So that's a grill cheese sandwich your cooking, huh?

Oscar: Yep. While most people, Jaune, would usually make them in a microwave, I grill mines the old, proper way.

Emerald: (Raises an Eyebrow) On a frying pan?

Oscar: This is how my aunt used to make it for me growing up, sue me. But yeah, this is a definite way of make it. (Looks Up at Emerald) You never had one of these before?

Emerald: (Shrugs) Eh. Not really. I've been out in the streets for so long that I don't I could even remember the last time I had a decent meal. And don't even get me started on the Grimm meat Tyrion used to make for us. (Shivers in Disgust)

Oscar: (Eyes Widened at Emerald) They fed you dead Grimm meat?

Emerald: The dead ones we could find or the ones Salem would vaporize whenever she gets into one of her hissy fits. (Rolls her Eyes) Whiiiiich happens i lot more often than you think. ('Sigh') And I thought Cinder has anger issues. At least she didn't try traumatizing us every time we fail a mission.....

Oscar: (Frowns a Bit) Emerald......

Emerald: (Starts Pouting at Oscar) Hey. Don't even think about giving me that look.

Oscar: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion) What look?

Emerald: The one you make every time you start worrying about me. It's extremely telling.

Oscar: Well, I mean...can you blame me for being this way? You lived nearly your whole life to look out for yourself with no home and end up dealing with Cinder and Salem's crap afterwards.

Emerald: Yeah, but I STILL made the choice to join them at the last second, especially when I was at my lowest. I was never one of my proudest moments looking back on it and everything else that came after it, but it was all in the past and I'm already willing to do better and move on with my life. (Places her Hands on Both of Oscar's Cheeks) And I want you to stop worrying about me and all that crap I'm going through no matter much i appericate it. And also, to quit losing focus on cooking our breakfast.

JEmerald points Oscar towards the nearly burnt sandwich in front of both of them as he let's out a-

Oscar: AH-

Few Seconds Later at the Living Room.........

Emerald: (Eating One of the Grill Cheese Sandwiches Oscar Made For While Sitting Beside Him on the Sofa Together) ('Mm') Gotta say, Oz...('Mm') This almost burnt Grill Cheese of yours ain't half bad.

Oscar: ('Sigh') Well, I'm glad you like it at least. The taste pale in comparison to how I usually make it.....

Emerald: Oh relax, Chef Pines. (Finishes her Sandwich With One Bite and Gulp)'Least you didn't accidentally set the shove on fire.

Pyrrha: (Pop her Head Out From the Bathroom With a Terrified Look on her Face) Our shove's on fire!?

Oscar: (Quickly Turns to Pyrrha) No, Pyrrha, our shove is fine. I just nearly burnt the grill cheese sandwiches I made for me and Emerald is all.

Pyrrha: Oh my.....You didn't get yourself hurt, did you?

Oscar: Don't worry. Nothing hurt me. Well, besides my pride......

Emerald: Ha.

Oscar: But seriously, I'm fine. Did you want me to make you guys anything?

Pyrrha: No sweetie. The others are still a asleep and I'm more interested in making myself a cup of coffee if anything. I'll be out in a few (Smiles Brightly at her Precious Farm Boi) I love youuuu!~

Oscar: (Chuckles Lighty) I love you too, Pyrrha~

Pyrrha: And Emerald.....Stay out of trouble.

Emerald: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, mom.

The room suddenly silent (ignoring the sound of Nora's snoring in the bedroom) as Pyrrha stares at Emerald for a brief second before giving her a pierced glare.

Pyrrha: Don't.....EVER call me that again.

Emerald: (Immediately Deflated into a Bit of Fear in her Eyes) R-Right. (Starts Frowning) Sorry.....

Pyrrha let's out a sigh before going back inside the bathroom and close the door.

Emerald: (Let's Out a Veru Heavy Sigh) Well!.....That was the most awkward couple of minutes I've ever been apart of....

Oscar: (Turns to Emerald) She's still giving you the cold shoulder, huh?

Emerald: Seems like it. But if I have someone who helped put Beccon down to shambles and killed you off once, sitting in the sofa of your own home, I'd.... probably do the same.....

Oscar: Yeah......

Emerald: (Went Back to Pouting at Oscar) Hey! What did I say about giving me that look?

Oscar: (Glares Back ar Emerald Woth his Habds Out Towards Her) What look?

Emerald: We already had this discussion a few minutes ago, stop acting oblivious here, Oscar Everlyn Pine!

Oscar: Okay, WHO gave you permission to.use my full name in vain?

Emerald: Your girlfriend, that's who! She may hate my guts, but she can be pretty resourceful when it comes to bragging about you in every details

Oscar: (Sighs While Pinching his Nose) Damnit, Ruby-Alright, fine. You got me. I was starting to worried about you. But ONLY a little bit.

Emerald: (Raises an Eyebrow) Really.

Oscar: Yes, really.

Emerald: You're positive? Cause word has that you have a lousy track record of telling legitimate lies.

Oscar (Eyes Widened in Confusion) Legitimate- Who in the hell told you that crap!?

Emerald: Guess.

Oscar: (Immediately Gives Emerald the Deadpinned Look) It was Ruby again, wasn't it?

Emerald: Close. It was her AND Ozpin who told me. (Smirks Playfully) But you still won ourselves a cookie~ Maybe a pack or two of them~ (Rapidly Blinking her Eyes in an Innocent Fashion)

Oscar: ('Sighs in Defeat') I'll get us three when we stop by the store at one point today.....

Emerald: Neat. (Let's Out a Sigh of her Own Before Frowning at Oscar) Listen, I really appericate your concern and everything else you've done for me up to this point. But like I said back in the kitchen, I'm doing everything I can to move on from the past and better myself and I can't fully do that with you getting worried about every single move I make, now can I?

Oscar: ('Sigh') No, you couldn't....Sorry. I'll try and stay out of your way for now on. Promise.

Emerald stares at Oscar for a few more seconds before letting out another sigh.

Emerald: Alright. Come here. (Scoots Herself Over to Oscarand Pulls Him into a Hug) You know I love you to pieces, right?

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly) What's this? The cold, blunt Emerald Sustrai showing affection? So unheard-of!

Emerald: (Giggles Softly While Playfully Giving Oscar a Noogie) Can it, twerp, I'm being serious here!~ You were the first person to ever gave me a chance to redeem myself, made me see that's there's more to life than following Cinder around 'til I end up dead or whatever. (Blushes a Little) And I honestly can't find a way to thank you more than that, you know?

Oscar: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) There's really no need for you to thank me, Emerald. I'm just glad we had the chance to get to know each other a lot better than we did ad enemies. You're cool in an obnoxious way.

Emerald: (Puts on a Playful Smirk) And you're still nothing but a goody two shoes Farm Boi. Still love ya though. (Gives Oscar a Peck on the Cheek)

?????: Awwwwwww~

The duo turns to see Pyrrha was staring at them this entire time.

Pyrrha: (Eyes Widened Once She Realizes She Has Been Discovered) Oh! (Quickly Bows at the Duo) S-Sorry! It wasn't my intention to spy on you two for that long.

Oscar: (Raises an Eyebrow at Pyrrha) You sure about that?

Pyrrha: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) What do mean am I sure!? You don't believe me!?

Oscar: I do. Not completely, but.....

Pyrrha: (Closes her Eyes in Protest) You're cruel, you know that!? ('Sigh') Anyhow......(Turns to the Girl With Green Hair With a Frown on her Face) Emerald?

Emerald: Yeah?

Pyrrha: I....want to apologize for the way I acted towards you earlier. (Looks Away With Her Hand on her Arm) You're a guest in our home and should be respected as one.

Emerald: (Smiles Sheepishly While Shaking her Habds in Front of Her) I-It's fine, Pyrrha! Really ! It was my fault for not keeping my mouth shut. But uhh....(Starts Rubbing The Back of Her Head Back and Forth Shyly) Since we're....on the topic of apologies.....Sorry for....everything that happened in Beccon. Especially....you know.....

Pyrrha: (Takes a Very Deep Breath Before Speaking) It's.....going to take a very...very long time for me to accept your apology fully.....

Emerald: (SMile Falters into Expected Frown as She Looks Down on the Floor) Oh.....

Pyrrha: However.

Emerald: (Looks Back Up at Pyrrha) Hm?

Pyrrha: If Oscar says that you're worth trusting....(Smiles Sincerely) Then who am I to not give you a fair chance?

Emerald: (Stares at Pyrrha for a Few Seconds Before Slowly Smiling Back at Her) Right. I won't let you down.

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#rwby #emerald sustrai #oscar pine #pyrrha nikos #grill cheese #humor #fluff #pure friendship #sibling like bond

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alexcutecolly · 8 months

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Food ask (if not ok just lmk plz I won’t ask in that area again)

Do you like grilled cheese and if u do: when you make it are you using mayonnaise or butter ?

Food asks are welcome, don't worry!

I'm a big cheese fan, and although I've had it only once in France a bunch of years ago I thought it was fire x3 I've never made it myself tho (for now at least), and when I do I might butter it up nicely x3 (I love mayo btw)

#thank you for the ask!#unfortunately i think culinary and cultural reasons got in the way of me making grilled cheese or something :(#asks #dawnstar137

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camoooh · 1 year

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Got tagged by @guywiththeroses (thank you ily) to answer some questions lets fuckin goooo 🤙

1. If you were to attend a costume party tonight, what or whom would you go as?

hmm. probably 80's boy george because hello, fun

2. What are your choice of toppings on a hamburger? And do you prefer gas or charcoal grilling?

whatever's going really, i like lots of sauces, gotta have lettuce and tomato on it too. i love cheese but it doesn't like me so probably not that, rip. and gas/charcoal like what's better for cooking with or for the taste? i wouldn't know the difference for either tbh

3. You are chosen to have lunch with the President. The condition is you only get to ask one question. What do you ask?

no question, just a staring contest. he who wins, takes the oval office. i'm your president now, i'm going to fix it all (i don't even live in the U.S)

4. It’s your first day of vacation, what are you doing?

making sure the car has petrol, worrying I've left something behind, figuring out the layout of the building, finding all the exits

5. What is your concession stand must-have at the movies?

Nothing, i used to smuggle in my own stuff

6. Which do you dislike most: pop-up ads or spam email?

spam emails die quietly in my inbox that i never check. pop ups count as jump scares and make me violent

7. What do you think Captain Hook’s name was before he had a hook for a hand?

Captain gurrrl what shampoo do you use, your hair is luscious

8. Rock, paper, or scissors?

rock

9. How long was it from ‘the first date’ until the proposal of marriage? How long until the wedding?

i have never been engaged/ married

10. Which is worse, being in a place that is too loud, or too quiet?

Both can be equally as awful depending on my mood

11. What is one quality that you really appreciate in a person?

noticing and remembering small details

12. At the good old general store, what particular kind of candy would you expect to be in the big jar at the counter?

this post is very american but growing up in england it was always a big ole jar of humbugs

13. What is the most distinguishing landmark in your city?

the volcano probably

14. Everyone hears discussions that they consider boring. What topic can put you to sleep quicker than any other?

Agreeing with Dane on this one, celebrity gossip switches off my brain so fast. i don't care

15. How many times did it take you to pass your drivers test?

in NZ there's three exams to get your license, your learners (like a written exam) which i passed first time, restricted license (can drive but within curfew and no passengers) i had to take 3 times, and full license (go for it, no restrictions) which i passed first time. i taught myself to drive so i'm not surprised it took a few attempts

16. If you had to have the same topping on your vanilla ice cream for the rest of your life, what topping would you choose?

not really a sweet/ ice cream person but i think strawberries would be good with it, or fruit in general

17. What food item would need to be removed from the market altogether in order for you to live a healthier, longer life?

tbh my diet isn't what's stopping me from living a long healthy life, its cigarettes

18. You are offered an envelope that you know contains $50. You are then told that you may either keep it or exchange it for another envelope that may contain $500 or may be empty. Do you keep the first envelope, or do you take your chances with the second?

eh fuck it take the chance, go for the $500

19. If you had to choose, which would you give up: TV, or internet?

i already don't watch tv, i just stream everything, so give up tv i guess

20. Who is your dream girl or boy from movies/tv?

tbh i don't really have one? i always just look at characters and go yeah wow they're cool i'd like to be buddies with them

21. Have you ever met a celebrity?

nope

22. What kind of lunch box did you have as a kid?

didn't eat lunch, the times i did have food it was just loose in my school bag lmao

23. What would you rather have, a nanny, a housekeeper, a cook, or a chauffeur?

a cook, i hate cooking with a passion, need someone to make sure i eat right

24. Would you rather be trapped in an elevator, or stuck in traffic?

traffic, easy, you've got music and a comfy seat, and lots of people in the same situation, its chill. stuck in a lift? i'm laying on the floor and accepting my fate. this is how i die

25. Lets say a brick fell on your foot, and your kid is standing right next to you, what is your ‘cleaned up’ swear word?

I will straight up swear in front of a child, they'll live. but sometimes its fun to blurt out random words that aren't even relevant, like "mozzarella!" or "traffic cone" or "Azerbaijan" (the last one i've used a lot recently it's just satisfying to say)

this was fun, i tag @echoanddust and whoever else wants to join 🤙

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