Prompt: “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU. Where Sirius is the chain-smoking art student.
Word Count: About 5,500.
Warning(s): Smoking, sexual tension, kissing, motorcycle ride without all the gear. Don’t accept a ride from someone on a motorcycle unless they supply the proper gear and you’re wearing pants and a heavy jacket, preferably. Do some research before riding!
Note: Sort of a modern, college AU. This isn’t smut, but, I have to warn you, it does end up being smoking hot. Hah. Get it? Anyway, thank you @princesse-de-ravenclaw for reading this over!
To the barista with the pretty grey eyes,
Smoking can cause the lens of the eyes to fog up and the whites of the eyes to turn yellow. Don’t ruin their beauty. If not for yourself, then for those who have the pleasure of seeing them. ;)
Sirius rolled his eyes, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he pocketed yet another note from you. If you were to open a spare drawer in his flat, you would find a collection of tossed napkins with rushed scribbles littering the surface. Maybe one day Sirius would take your insistent advice, but right now, all he wanted was a drag.
“Another love letter from your favorite med student?”
This section is very much about lighting. The funny thing is, Lex actually obeyed orders this time… even if Clark never came back lol. Hopefully I can color the last five sfw pages soon! For those asking, I haven’t finished the nsfw pages yet so they’re not posted anywhere. At this point, I’m thinking of finishing them once everything else is finished just because I want the full story to be out asap;;
So the 20th anniversary of the publication of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone is coming up and I thought it might be fun to do a group reread!
This is for anyone to get involved in, no matter your house, so hopefully we can all go back and relive the magic together
I’m aware that people have different commitments and a lot of people still have exams so, by popular consensus, we’re going to be taking it slow so there’s no pressure to read particularly fast. We’re going to be reading one chapter a day on weekdays, and two chapters a day on weekends which hopefully is a pace everyone will be able to keep up with
This means the reread will last just under two weeks, so we will be starting on the 14th of June, meaning we’ll finish on June 26th, the actual 20th anniversary
It’s up to you how much you want to get involved and how to document your own rereading journey, but I’ll be posting my own thoughts on each chapter on this blog; things I’d forgotten, things I never picked up on before, favourite quotes and moments, how my thoughts on characters have changed, that kind of stuff
I’ll also be posing a discussion question based on the chapter so feel to chip in your own thoughts on that!
If you want to reply to me or make your own posts, artwork, questions, anything like that then use the hashtag #hogwartsreread so we can all join in each others discussions and talk to each other about our rereading experience!
Reblog if you’re interested so we can get as many people involved as possible! I’ll be posting reminders as we get closer to the day but I’m so excited and hopefully you guys are looking forward to it too!
In the end I decided to do comic strips. 8D
I figured it would be easier for mobile users to scroll down and I also already finished the sketch for this. Not too happy with it, but hey! That means it won’t be too hard for me to be better for he other comic strips.
I’m actually not used to creating these? I’m so used to just a simple full page set up. Hehe
But the next comic strip may appear next week (or hopefully earlier). I’m a college student so my updates might be sporadic and I apologize about that. ^^;
I’m not sure if I’ll be coloring the next ones, but I most likely will cause I’m an overachiever who’s stubborn.
This whole AU is just gonna be Black Hat struggling tbh
May I please request list form of cuddling with Monsta X? Thank you lovely!
Cuddling with Monsta X
giant teddy bear + always warm + huge arms = the best cuddler on the planet !!
loves it when you put your head on his chest
plays with your hair, sometimes tries to braid it while you’re asleep
you wake up with your hair in a weird knot and he claims not to know what happened
cuddles anywhere ! and everywhere !
you’re laying in bed reading a book? cuddles
Watching a movie? cuddles
Making dinner? turn the stove down because Shownu’s gonna wrap his arms around you and not let go
i see him being the type to sit you on the counter and wrap his arms around your waist and put his head on your chest so you’ll play with his hair
a lot of posts I’ve seen hyper sexualize him but tbh he’s a lil squish
playful as heck
would tickle and poke you randomly to start a war when you’re cuddling in bed and you’re too close to falling asleep for his liking
because he’s actually a giant baby that gets bored easily
if you’ve ever seen fancams of him at fanmeets you’ll know what I mean
runs his fingers through your hair and kisses your forehead
secretly loves being the little spoon/laying his head on your chest while you’re on your back
loves the feeling of your fingers in his hair and you lips on his forehead
even in the summer when it’s so hot you feel like your skin is on fire he demands to be cuddled
this tol bean wouldn’t even be getting out of bed in the first place
so cuddles would be near constant
not super picky, will cuddle you however as long as you don’t make him get up
loves spooning because he can just completely cocoon you
but also loves having your head on his chest because its a little less suffocating when it’s hot
you can’t resist kissing his cute little face all over even when he threatens to push you out of bed/off the couch so he can have some peace
would cuddle the giant koala plushie he got from a fan instead
claims he’s joking, he’s not
loves cuddling in bed and just talking
ideally you have dinner, take a bath together and get into bed a little early
so you can just face each other and talk about whatever while giving each other little eskimo kisses and he’s playing with your hair
gets annoyed if you don’t dry your hair first because you start sneezing and he complains that you wouldn’t have if you dried you hair
realistically his skincare routine takes so long you’re falling asleep before he even gets in bed
so five minutes into cuddling… you’re asleep
and he’s laying there rolling his eyes, wondering why you look so damn cute wearing his shirt
literally a boa constrictor
wraps himself around you and won’t let go
hugs you tighter and tighter until you stop breathing
but he’s clingy as heck when he cuddles, so you better not have any plans for the rest of the day if you’re cuddling in the morning
wakes you up the same way he does with Jooheon in that cute ass video, you know the one
except he doesn’t get off
he’ll just lay on top of you until you roll him off onto the floor
jumps back up and attacks you with kisses until you submit
because he’s always working into the early hours of the morning he wouldn’t get much chance to cuddle with you while you’re still awake
so the days he does get with you he’d cherish and just transform into the biggest teddy bear
lets you snuggle up to him like a little koala *gif* and plays with your hair
kisses your head a lot and tells you how much he loves you
similar to Wonho, loves being the little spoon/you cuddling him
isn’t shy about it
comes home and flops onto your lap and buries his face in your stomach and just lays there with his arms around your waist and your hands work through his hair/rub his shoulders
loves when you approach him first for cuddles, bc he’s a lil shy
thinks you’re the softest thing on the planet
completely envelops you in his arms
doesn’t even have to be laying down, you guys will be standing in the hallway just hugging each other for like 10 minutes before you realize you haven’t moved
refuses to let go of you and waddles while still holding you and drops onto the couch with you on top of him
you talk about how both of you days were and just lay there for a while enjoying each other’s company
So I haven’t posted anything substantial in like 50 years and I’m so sorry, I hope this makes up for it, I’ve been writing a lot of different things but I haven’t been able to finish any one thing because I’ve been getting pretty bad writer’s block..but I’m working through it! So hopefully I can keep this up again, all I can ask is please don’t spam my inbox asking for updates! It can make me feel pressured and actually is counterproductive …
Summary: You and Ethan have been dating for a year now, and in the beginning everything was going great. During your relationshipt with Ethan you started suffering with memory loss. Which eventually became early age dementia. In the beginning it was fine, but as the months went by it got worst and worst. To the point where now you don’t remember anything. All your memories with your boyfriend all gone. You don’t even remember his name, and when you see him he’s nothing but a complete stranger to you.
Warnings: Talks about memory loss.
A/N: I drew inspiration from Jhene Aiko’s music video for the song While We’re Young. (It’s just based on the music video, NOT the song!) Of course I put my own spin to it, and changed it up a bit so it’s not exacty the same, but the inspiration behind this did come from that video, so I hope you guys enjoy! <3
* * This isn’t edited so it probably has like a shit ton of errors, but I’ll go back to edit tomorrow! * *
Y/N and I have been together for a year now, and meeting her was probably one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love her so much, and I know she loves me, but lately it’s just been so hard. After about 4 to 5 months of dating I noticed that Y/N was starting to become very forgetful. It was just small minor things, like locking the doors before we left the house, turning off the light, and forgetting where she left her belongings. But those small minor things became big things. One day, before leaving for work Y/N forgot to turn the stove off, and if I wasn’t home that day, our apartment would’ve caught on fire. I was starting to worry, so I started doing some research online, and I had a feeling that maybe Y/N could be suffering from memory loss. Although she was still able to remember the people around her, and stuff, she was showing signs of the beginning stages of memory loss.
I ended up finding a neurologist here in LA, and I decided to take Y/N to see him. She protested at first, but after almost burning the apartment down a second time, she finally agreed to see him. After about 2 visits with him we found out that Y/N was indeed suffering from memory loss, and in time it would lead to dementia. A disease that makes you lose all your memory. Sure there were ways to help her, and I’ve tried every way possible, but within the past 7 months her memory just keeps getting worst. Now it’s at the point where she doesn’t even remember me. She doesn’t even know my name or who I am.
But I refuse to give up on her, she’s going to remember again one day, and I’ll stop at nothing to help her.
* present day *
I was woken up out of my sleep by Y/N’s scream.
“Baby what’s wro-” I tried to ask her what was wrong, but I was cut off by her hitting me with one of the pillows, as she was standing up on the bed.
“Who are you and why are you in my house?” she asked, as she continued to hit me with the pillow.
“Ow! Baby stop it’s me!” I managed to grab the pillow from her, which caused her to jump off the bed, and back up into the corner of the room, afraid.
“Y/N, it’s me Ethan!” I said, slowly walking towards her, but before I could get close, she darted off across the room, grabbing the flower vase off the dresser, and held it above her head getting ready to throw it. I raised both my arms above my head, in a surrendering motion, letting her know that I wasn’t going to do anything to her.
“Don’t come any closer! Who are you?” she asked. Her voice was shaky. She really thought I was some stranger who just crawled into her bed in the middle of the night. If only she could remember that this was our house, and this our room, and that I’m her boyfriend. Suddenly I remembered that there were pictures of us on our nightstand, and I ran over to grab them.
“Y/N look! See baby that’s us! That’s me! I’m not a stranger. I won’t hurt you! Please put the vase down!” I said, showing her the pictures. I placed them down on the bed, so she can look at them herself. She slowly walked towards the edge of the bed where the pictures were, and picked them up looking at them so intensely as if she was trying to analyze the pictures, and trying to remember.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t remember. I don’t remember who you are.” she said, with tears forming in her eyes. I tried to walk up to her, and embrace her in my arms, but as soon I took a step forward, she took two back.
This is usually how most mornings starts off. She wakes up, screams bloody murder because she has no idea who I am, and what I’m doing in our bed. After almost an hour of trying to stop her from either hitting me or throwing things at me, I find a way to calm her down, but making her look at pictures of us to let her know that we know each other. But I must say today was a little better then yesterday when she tried to stab me with a pair of scissors, and when she realized she couldn’t she started throwing them. So being hit with a pillow wasn’t so bad.
Some days I don’t even get to wake up in bed next to her. Some days are great, and after getting her to calm down, and showing her a few pictures, she starts to relax, and she’ll remember me all day long, until something just snaps in her, and she goes back forgetting who I am, and starts freaking out so much, that I can’t even try to reason with her, so I just end up going to the warehouse, or to Grayson’s apartment and stay there. Some days, she’ll remember me for an hur or so, and then it just starts all over again. Some days, I can’t even walk into my own apartment without her chasing me out the front door with some kind of object, thinking I’m a bugler or kidnapper. Some days are just complete hell, and it’s impossible to try to get her to understand, or reason with her.
But I’ll never give up.
* * * *
I got out the shower, and Y/N was still sitting on the bed, still staring at the pictures in her hand. She looked so beautiful. Confused, but still beautiful in every way. I tell her everyday, but I know she doesn’t remember. She doesn’t remember anything I tell her. Not even all the I love yous.
She didn’t notice I was in the room until, I headed over to the closet door. Her head shot up, and she stared at me, and shot me a slight smile.
“You smell good.” she said with a smile.
“Thanks. You picked out the soap for me.” I said laughing. I knew she wouldn’t remember, but every chance I get I remind her of the things she use to do.
“Well I guess I did a good job.” she said chuckling awkwardly. Even though we’re a couple, and we’ve known each other for years, it feels like I’m getting to know someone new everyday. It’s like knowing someone, but not knowing them at the same time.
Which makes absolutely no sense at all.
“Are you my boyfriend?” she asked randomly, causing me to look up at her. She was staring at the pictures again.
“Yeah, I am. I’m Ethan, your boyfriend.” I told her, as I was putting on some clothes. She didn’t say anything, she just kept her focus on the picture, squinting her eyes a little, as she ran her finger over the glass of the picture frame. I finished getting dressed, and grabbed my backpack, and my camera. Grayson and I needed to film at the warehouse today. It’s been a while since I filmed a video. It’s been just Grayson making videos for the pass few months while I was dealing all the stuff happening with Y/N. Thankfully the fans understood, and didn’t get mad about me not filming with Grayson. They were actually very supportive, and they tweet her constantly, sending her pictures, and video edits of us. Hopefully she’ll be able to get back onto her social medias, and see them one day.
“I have to go over to Grayson’s for a little bit, but I’ll see you later.” I said.
“Who’s Grayson?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
“Grayson’s my twin brother, and your best friend. He was the guy that gave you that stuffed animal over there.” I said, pointing to the big plush unicorn that Grayson got her for her birthday last year.
“He’s that guy with the dangly wing earring in that picture.” I said, pointing to the picture collage of the three of us on the wall.
“He looks like you. Are you guys twins or something?” she asked, obviously not remembering that I just told her he was my twin brother. I had to repeat stuff to Y/N multiple times, and even though I hated repeating myself to Grayson, or anyone for that matter, in this case with Y/N I didn’t mind.
I tilt my head, and tried to give her a kiss on the lips, but she pulled back. I let out a sigh of frustration, not remembering the last time I was able to actually kiss her. I bent down a placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
“I love you.” I said, as I pulled away, but she just stared at me, then down to the ground. It hurts knowing the person you love doesn’t know that you love them, and doesn’t know that they love you just as much. They can’t say it back because they have no idea of their feelings for you. I said goodbye to Y/N and started heading out our apartment, and started making my way to my car, and on my way to the warehouse.
“And we’ll see you guys before next Tuesday! PEACE!” Grayson and I yelled into the camera. We just finished filming a challenge video for Tuesday, and it felt really good to record again. I missed it. I miss being goofy with my twin brother. I miss interacting with or fans online, but I’m very grateful that they understand and aren’t upset with me.
“They’re going to love this video bro!” Grayson said, as he was shutting off the camera. And I agree, we made a complete ass out of ourselves in this video of course they were going to love it.
“How’s Y/N been doing? Any better?” Grayson asked plopping down on the couch next to me.
“She’s good I guess. You know same ole same ole. Some days are better then others, and some days are just complete hell. But I’m trying bro, I really am.” I vented to my brother. He’s been pretty supportive through this whole thing. He comes sees Y/N time to time, but of course she doesn’t remember. I know it’s hard on him too, knowing that his best friend doesn’t even know who he is.
“She’s going to get better E. We just have to be patient. I know you want her to remember, and I do too, but we can’t just make her remember. It just has to come to her. You know?” Grayson said, and I knew what he meant. I understood, but it’s just so frustrating. I miss her so much. I miss holding her, I miss kissing her. I just fucking miss her. I know it’s silly to say I miss her even though she’s still here. But even though she’s here with me physically, she’s not here with me mentally or emotionally. I’m just a stranger to her. I didn’t realize I was crying, until I saw a drop of water fall down onto my phone screen.
I used my shirt to wipe my tears away, and I decided I’d check on Y/N using the home security device I set up. I was able to check each room in the apartment, and see what she was doing. I installed the security cameras around the time Y/N started to lose her memory and would leave the stove on. I wanted to make sure everything was ok when I’m not there, and that she wasn’t doing anything that could hurt her. I checked every room in the apartment so far, and there was no sign of her. I figured she was in the bedroom sleeping, but when I checked she wasn’t there either. I tapped through each of the rooms one more time to double check, and I noticed that something in camera 1, which was the living room and the front door. I zoomed in a little, and saw that the front door was wide open.
Where the hell did she go?
“GRAAAYSON!” I shouted out for my twin brother. I got up from the couch, and frantically started searching for my car keys.
“What’s wrong E?” Grayson said, running into the room.
“Y/N gone.” I said, running my hand through the front of my hair.
“What do you mean she’s gone? Isn’t she at the apartment?” he asked confused.
“I thought she was, but when I checked the security cameras she wasn’t there, and the front door was left wide open.”
“Fuck!” Grayson cursed, running his hands through his hair. I’m sure he was just as worried as I was right now.
“Wait! Remember we set up the find my iphone app on her phone. Try finding her with that!” Grayson said. He was right, we did set up the find my iphone app for her. I opened up the app, and logged in with her iCloud info, and waited for the app to locate where she was. The app pulled up the address of the place, and Grayson typed it into the GPS in his phone. Turns out it was the fro-yo place the three of us always use to go to. I found my keys, and we quickly got into my car, and immediately took off to the fro-yo place.
As I was driving, Grayson called up Kalia. One of his that works there and made sure that Y/N was there. And she was. She was pretty close with Grayson and I so she knew about the situation going on with Y/N. Grayson told her to keep an eye on Y/N and make sure she doesn’t go anywhere. We pulled up to the fro-yo shop, and quickly made out way inside. Once inside my eyes immediately found my girlfriend. Ironically she was sitting in the booth that the three of us always sat in every time we came here.
“Hey guys!” Kalia said walking towards us.
“Hey!” Grayson and I said in unison, and each took turns giving her a hug.
“She came in and ordered the same thing E always gets, and just sat down and started drawing. She hasn’t moved from that spot since.” Kalia informed us.
She remembers my fro-yo order? Every time I come here, I always order for her, and I always get her the same thing I get just with extra strawberries, because they were her favorite fruit. I couldn’t help but smile a little bit at the fact that she was sitting in our usual booth, and ordered our usual order. Maybe deep down she does remember, she just doesn’t know she does.
I knew that she wasn’t going to remember me, so I was probably going to have to introduce myself all over again. Grayson and I decided that I would go up and talk to her, and made sure she got a little comfortable, before Grayson comes on over to see her. It’d probably confuse her even more if we just both walked up to her at the same time.
I walked up to the table, andI couldn’t help but smile really big. She looked so cute and peaceful drawing in her little notebook. She was always into drawing.
“Hey!” I said, as I approached the table.
“Hey.” Y/N responded back to me with a smile on her face. She’s smiling, so that’s a good sign.
“I’m Ethan. Nice to meet you.” I said holding out my hand hoping she’ll grab it and shake it.
“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you too.” she said as she grabbed my hand and shaked it slowly. The instant she grabbed my hand, I felt a small static shock between out fingers. I held on to her hand, remembering how small her hand was compared to mine, but yet they still fit together perfectly.
“Are you okay?” Y/N’s voice broke me out of my thoughts.
“Uh yeah! What are you drawing?” I asked, looking down at her little sketch book.
“Just faces of people and things I see in my dreams.” she said, as she continued to draw into her sketch book. Just then Grayson walked up behind me.
“Hello!” Grayson cheered. Sounding rather creepy.
“Hey…Woah!” Y/N said when she looked up at the both of us. Grayson and I couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction. It was the same reaction she had when she first met us.
“Are you guys twins?” Y/N asked looking back and forth at the both of us.
“Yeah we are!” Gray, and I said at the same time causing Y/N to laugh. A sound that I loved so much. Her laugh was so contagious you couldn’t help but laugh with her.
“Y/N this is my twin brother Grayson. And Grayson this is Y/N.” I said, and they shook each others hands.
We sat down and talked to Y/N for minute, making sure she was comfortable with us, before I offered to take her home. Which was our home, but of course she doesn’t know that.
* * * *
“So Y/N, do you live far? We can give you a ride home.” I said. Y/N and I’s apartment was only a few blocks away, but I didn’t want her to walk. So I was hoping she’d say yes, and that would give us an excuse to be together longer.
“I live a few blocks away, but I can use the ride.” she answered, and I smiled like an idiot. Grayson nudged my shoulder and gave me a look telling me to calm down a bit.
Y/N grabbed her things off the table, and the three of us made our way to my car. Grayson offered to let Y/N to sit in the front seat,
“Nice car!” she said as we approached my BMW.
“Thanks.” I said, unlocking the door, and opening the passenger door for her.
She smiled at me, and climbed in buckling up her seat belt. I got in the car, and pulled out of the parking lot and towards our apartment. Y/N rolled down her window, and the wind was blowing through her hair. She does the same thing she use to do whenever we went driving around somewhere. She always loved to have the windows down. The wind would blow her hair in all different kinds of directions but she didn’t care. She loved how it felt when the cool LA breeze hits her face. I pulled up to the parking garage of our apartment and parked in my usual parking spot. I’m not sure what was wrong but Y/N shot me a worried look.
“How did you know how to get here? I didn’t give you any directions! Fucking stalker!” Y/N yelled as she hurried out the car, slamming the car door.
“Good job, assclown.” Grayson sassed from the backseat.
“Well excuse me for not asking for directions to my own apartment. I forgot. I should’ve played that off better. Fuck!” I cursed, punching the steering wheel.
This is so frustrating. I love Y/N I really do. And I would never want to give up on her, but I honestly don’t know how much more of this I can take. It was starting to weigh on me.
“What’s that?” Grayson asked pointing at the sketch book that Y/N left in the front seat.
“It’s Y/N’s sketch book. She was drawing in it at the fro-yo place.” I said grabbing it and quickly skimming the pages when I saw something that caught my attention. I flipped the book open to the page, and looked at the picture. It was a sketch of a face. A face that kind of looked like mine. I flipped through a few more pages and saw the same face just with different facial expressions. I flipped through it some more and saw a sketch of what looked like Grayson and I.
It was Grayson and I.
“No way!” not realizing I said that outloud.
“What is it?” Grayson asked leading up from his seat to look at what I was looking at.
“Holy shit! Is that us?” he asked, grabbing the book from me.
“I think so. It looks exactly like us.” I said.
“She said she draws faces that she sees in her dreams.” I said, remembering what she told me back at the fro-yo shop.
“So that means she dreams about us.” Grayson said, flipping through the pages of the book.
“No Gray. They’re memories! But she doesn’t realize it. That’s why she thinks they’re dreams!” I said, sounding a little bit excited.
“I think I know how to get her to remember more!” I said, reaching into the back seat to grab my laptop. I quickly connected my laptop to my apartment hot spot, and pulled up a video, I had made for Y/N.
Before Y/N started losing her memory every time we went out or even if we were just laying around at from, we would always record funny videos on our phone, or snapchat. After Y/N started losing her memory, I began to filmed everything we did. Every date we went on I recorded, every car ride, every moment we spent together I recorded. Even once she started to completely forget who I was, and who everyone around her was, I still recorded. All the moments of having to reintroduce myself to her, and getting to know her all over again, I recorded it all. I ended up combining all of those footages, and make into a short little movie. And now is the perfect time to show her. She was seeing her memories in her dreams, so maybe this video can trigger some more memories, and who knows maybe I can get my girlfriend back.
* * * *
I told Grayson I’d talk to Y/N and let him knows what happens. He drove back to the warehouse, and I started making my way up to my apartment.
I knocked on the door a few times but no answer. As I raised my hand to knock again, Y/N opened the door, and immediately shuts it after seeming me. I guess she still thinks I’m the stalker that took her home.
“Y/N, look I know you probably think I’m some kind of stalker or something but I’m not. I promise.” I said leaning against the door.
“I don’t believe you.” she shouted back from the other side. I can’t lie, it hurt a little bit hearing her say she doesn’t believe me. I’ve never done anything for her to not trust me. But then again she doesn’t know that. She just thinks I’m so creepy stalker guy right now.
“Y/N please! You have to trust me. Go into your bedroom, and look at the pictures on the wall. It’s me. I live here. We live here. Together!” I said hoping she’d believe me this time. I waited for a few minutes and still no response from her. Suddenly the door opened, and Y/N was standing there with a picture of us in her hand.
“That’s you.” she said looking at the picture and pointing at me.
“Yes it is. It’s me Ethan.” I said repeating my name again for like the 10th time today.
She doesn’t say anything, she just nods her head, and pushes the door open allowing me to step inside.
I walked over to the living room, and sat down on the couch, opening up my laptop.
“I want to show you something.” I said referring to the video.
“Ok…” was all she said, as she slowly made her way over to the couch. She sat down beside me and stared at the laptop screen.
I played the video, and immediately she was able to recognize herself. Which wasn’t a surprise. She knows who she is, it’s just everything else around her she doesn’t know. The video started off with me laying down in our bed talking to the camera.
“You’re probably wondering why I’m making this video, and well let’s just call this our memory vlog. I don’t know if you remember, but about 4 to 5 months into our relationship, you started suffering from memory loss. And you know it started off with the simple things, but gradually over time it became more serious things. 7 months ago the doctor confirmed that you have what was called early age dementia. And over the course of those 7 months your memory has been completely falling apart. You don’t remember who I am anymore. You don’t remember anything. The only thing you do seem to remember is who you are and your name. Which is good… Um I made this video to hopefully jog back some of your memories and maybe certain things can click back into your mind. Throughout our relationship we’ve recorded countless videos of us doing random crazy shit. To going on dates, pranking each other. There’s even some other people in this video as well. Like for instance Grayson. Who happens to be my twin brother and your best friend. Along with a few of your friends, and even your parents… Y/N we all love you, and we miss you very much…” my voice started to fade out and the first video popped up. It was a video of us playing hide and seek at the warehouse. The clip was of you running around the warehouse looking for me. The video continued you on to many other videos of us, and to videos of Grayson, your friends, and even if your parents sharing a few stories. It was now the end of the video, and it was just a slide show with pictures of us and you’re favorite song Thinking Bout You by Ariana Grande was playing in the background.
The video ended, and you looked up at me, with tears forming in your eyes.
“What was she like?” Y/N asked. I was confused for a second on who she was talking about, but I then I realized she was referring to herself.
* * * *
“Well her name is Y/N and she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. Beautiful inside and out. She has the cutest laugh, and every time she smiles you can’t help but smile yourself. Her voice was my favorite sound in the entire world. Her favorite color was purple, and her favorite food was pineapple pizza like mine. She loved candles and would always light them around the apartment, making the whole place smell like vanilla, or cinnamon all the time. She also had a bit of a smart mouth and isn’t afraid to let me have it every once in a while. I don’t mind though because it was always kind of hot whenever she got annoyed and mad with me.” I laugh a little before continuing to talk again.
“She use to film videos with me & my twin brother all the time. And everyone loved her. I mean how could you not love her. She was so sweet, so caring, so genuine. She knew how to turn my bad days into good days, and she would make me laugh without even trying. She was perfect. Even though she hated when I said that, but it was true. In my eyes she was perfect. She was perfect for me, and no one will ever be able to take her place.” I finished, and I could feel the lump in my throats starting to form. I didn’t want to cry, especially not in front of Y/N but I couldn’t help it.
“She sounds like an amazing girl…”
“You are. You’re more then amazing babygirl! You’re that girl Y/N! Don’t you know that?” I asked. My voice was a little louder this time, and I was starting to get a bit frustrated. She seriously doesn’t even know who she is now.
“I’m sorry. I just… I don’t think I’m that girl you’re talking about.” she said, totally unaware of who she even is.
“Yes you are! Don’t you remember? Why can’t you just fucking remember?” I was particularly yelling at this point, and I notice Y/N jumped a little bit, and I instantly regret raising my voice.
I took a deep breath before talking again.
“Do you know how hard it is waking up to your girlfriend screaming at you because she thinks her own boyfriend is a fucking murder or something who snuck into his own home? Do you know how bad it sucks to have to reintroduce yourself to your own girlfriend everyday? Do you know how it feels to look at the person you love most everyday, & they haven’t the slightest clue as to who the hell you are?”
“I can only imagine…”
“It sucks! But I’m not giving up on you Y/N. I’ll remind you everyday if I have to. I’ll tell you you’re beautiful everyday. And I’ll tell you I love you every second of the day until you remember. I’ll do whatever as long as it means you remember. Even if it’s just for that moment! I want you to remember Y/N. Can you try to remember for me babygirl?”
“I-I don’t know…” she shuttered.
“You do know. You just don’t realize it. You’re starting to remember. You just need to try a little bit harder. I promise you can do it baby. Just try.” I said, taking her hand in mind, and for the first time in months she didn’t flinch or pull away.
But I guess I spoke too soon because, she pulled her hands away, and shook her head at me.
“I’m sorry. I-I want to remember. I really do, but I just can’t. I’m really sorry.” she said, fiddling with her fingers.
“No. Don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed. I guess I just got my own hopes up…” I said, turning on my heel, and started heading out of the bedroom. Then I heard something that stopped me dead in my tracks.
“Ethan…?” I heard Y/N’s soft angelic voice call from behind me.
I never thought I’d be excited to hear my name being called until now.
“Yes Y/N! It’s me! It’s Ethan. Your boyfriend!” I said, tucking a few strands of loose hairs behind her ear. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, and I rested my forehead on hers. I slowley closed the distance in between out faces, and connected my lips onto hers, and a familiar intense wave of passion and pleasure through my whole body.
“Do you remember?” I asked, after pulling away from our kiss. I cupped the sides of her cheeks softly as my eyes roamed hers.
“I-I think so…” she said, staring at me. Our eyes locked on each other, and for the first time in a long time, I can see the sparkle in her eyes, which gave me some hope. Hope that she can overcome all of this, and start remembering again. It won’t happen over night, but we can work on it, and get through it together. My girlfriend remembers my name. She remembers me.
A number of your superiors are former schoolmates of mine. I canvassed them about your reputation. The son of a carpenter, no record of any formal schooling, and yet more literate than any three boys I knew at Eton. You are a rising star with a bright future in the Admiralty. You can understand my concern. Not really. Perhaps my lack of education is showing.
Okay, So I’ve realized that I severely lack posts on this blog :’), and the problem is because I only post things that I made specifically FOR this blog, rather than considering posting something AFTER I’ve already drawn it. So I think I’ll stop being some weird lazy-ass/perfectionist hybrid and just post what I draw on a more regular basis. Hopefully I’ll be able to finish my Zutara month stuff *sigh*one day…but it might end up being in pencil because I really need to stop expecting these big projects out of myself and just chill.
Enough of that rambling, so these are just some little doodles of my most recent ship, Kacchako from Boku no Hero Academia (please don’t kill me)
so ya, lets hope I get more on top of handling things like this art blog, so I can start actually aiming for my own big personal projects, and for them to actually be realistic.
A/N: First fic in a few weeks! I’ve been busy with school and I’ve also been sick. Hopefully once summer rolls around things will get better. For the anon who sent that Cisco request, don’t worry I’m thinking of something for it. As for this fic, I just finished Riverdale, and I love Ross Butler. I’m really sad to see him leave the show, so my boy Reggie is here to fill the void in my heart.