Having my first exam in sociology coming up in 4 hours today so i still have a lot of time until then. Trying to relax, had a big cup of tea, baguette and bread rolls for breakfast and now i’m slowly starting to feel the nervosity coming up 🤓
This is a ceramic light blue cup and saucer lovingly hand painted with a witchy design.
The saucer is painted with a blue pentagram in the middle around which are dark pink sigils with light glittery purple dots around the edge.
The inside cup features the hand made sigil at the very bottom in blue with dots of dark pink up the sides.
The paint is fixed and dishwasher safe so its perfect for a relaxing cup of herbal tea, or indeed any tea!
It breaks my heart when I see people give up on herbs too easily.
More and more people are turning to herbs because there is a growing disappointment with using pharmaceuticals for chronic illness.
Many people are getting fed up with taking a pill that never really cures their illness and gives them awful side effects. Maybe they are concerned about acetaminophen giving their young child asthma (1) or they see the growing evidence about the risks associated with statins (2) and they say enough is enough!
From this moment forward they vow to never resort to drugs again and instead try a more natural and holistic approach thus leading them to the world of herbs and herbalism.
But sometimes their love affair with herbalism is stopped short.
They reach for the closest herb book, try a few remedies and then declare that the herbs don’t work! They tried using horehound for coughing with no relief. They tried meadowsweet for their headache to no avail.
They begin to wonder, “Are herbalists a bunch of delusional wood fairies touting the miracles of something that never works?”
As much as I would love to be considered a wood fairy, I’ll have to say no, this is not the case. I’ve seen herbs work hundreds of times. I’ve seen them work for serious infections as well as serious chronic diseases. I’ve seen them work when modern medicine failed.
Yes, herbs work!
I want to share a handful of reasons why herbs might not work in a given situation.
1. Improper dosing (either too little or too much)
When buying over the counter drugs like NyQuil or Tylenol, they come in a package that is clearly marked with the dosage instructions. Generally these are very simple instructions. “Adults take 2 tablets, three times daily.”
Herbs don’t always come with directions. If you buy bulk herbs the dosing instructions are absent entirely. If you buy a tincture or a bottle of capsules the dosage listed on the bottle has most likely been chosen by the FDA’s labeling mandates and not by an herbalist.
I am not going to lie to you. Dosage in the herbal world is confusing.
In herbalism dosage varies from person to person, from plant to plant and from preparation to preparation.
A 15 minute infusion of a teaspoon of nettle leaf will not extract the same vitamins and minerals as a four-hour infusion of an ounce of nettle leaf in a quart of water.
A few drops of lobelia tincture can promote relaxation. A strong cup of lobelia tea could make you vomit.
One way I commonly see dosages being flubbed in herbalism is people using small amounts of tonic/adaptogen herbs in tincture, versus the traditional use of large amount of tonic/adaptogen herbs as decoctions or powders. (As always go with what works, but if you aren’t getting the results you’d expect after taking 5 drops of ashwanganda tincture twice a day, consider your dose!)
Frequency of dosing can also be an issue. During acute illnesses we generally use slightly smaller amounts but with more frequency. I may take elderberry elixir 1-2 times each hour at the onset of an illness for example. General recommendations are to take herbs 3 times a day, but that won’t cut it for acute illness.
2. Low quality plant material
Herbs often don’t come with an expiration date. Quality can also vary significantly and will suffer greatly if the herbs have been improperly harvested or improperly processed.
Plants decay. They simply go bad. The rate at which they do this varies significantly from plant to plant. If you’ve just pulled a bag of herbs from your back shelf and had to blow off an inch of dust… well, they are probably not at their prime.
Summary [REQUEST]: Great! I wanted to request an AU
where the reader has a family member in the hospital, and Bucky is a doctor
there. And the reader is really depressed and scared (she also hates
hospitals). She is at the hospital basically every day, and Bucky and her get
close and then maybe some fluffy romance ignites? Thank you! And if you don’t
like his AU then that’s okay. :)
Warnings: some angst, talk of suicide, extreme amounts of fluff
Word count: 4,7k - relax, get settled, have a cup of tea or a glass of wine. this is gonna be a fluff fest.
IT’S MY BIRTHDAYY!!! YAY! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!
The cold, pale
walls of the hospital room where your sister laid disgusted you. You hated
hospitals. They reminded you of death; the sanitized smell like someone just
spent hours cleaning up a huge mess and the staff in their boring blue scrubs,
you hated it all. You were soaking in a hot bath when your mother called you
and told you to rush to the hospital – your sister had been in an accident. You
live outside the city so it took you 45 agonizing minutes to enter the city and
get to the hospital where you found your mother shaking, tears streaming down
her face. A car accident, nobody’s fault, just terrible weather and driving
over the speed limit, until she crashed. You didn’t want to be here but you
definitely weren’t leaving your precious sister’s side. You didn’t know who
needed you the most – her or your mother, who was a complete wreck.
You sat next
to her bed, your head resting on your perched up knees, arms wrapped around
them. Your mother had finally fallen asleep as she was now resting on the couch
across the bed. You were fatigued yourself, your eyes constantly falling shut
as you fought a tiresome battle. You were about to give in and rest for a bit
when the door suddenly opened and in walked a man wearing a white lab coat. You
shot up from your chair, taking a step towards the man to assess him. He had a
kind face with an uncomfortable look on it. He was tall, almost towering over
you. Chocolate colored hair, longer, tied in a neat bun and a few days worth of
stubble. Your mother was woken by the commotion as she stood up as well and
stood next to you.
’’Are you the
doctor?’’ she asked.
The man nodded
and offered his hand. ’’I’m Doctor Barnes. How are you both feeling? Can I get
Can you do the RFA + V with an MC who CANNOT sleep in a house alone. Like she's paranoid about someone breaking in, watching her in her sleep, etc. So by the party she's sleep deprived and close to passing out.
Wow look at cat mom actually doing stuff!! Much productive such write!! Sorry for not being active lately due to some personal matters and overall crappy health, but I promise to try my best from now on.
Onto your request: Yikes I want to wrap this MC in a blanket and put her to sleep like omg who gives a damn about this party lol. Anyways, here you go, love! I ignored everything that happened in each party because that would’ve changed… well, your entire request, especially in certain routes. Just think of it as a neutral party? Taking Jaehee’s route as an example.
- Admin Cat Mom.
the moment is perfect and this baby boy is more than ready to become a Manly Man and give you that well-deserved kiss you both have been waiting for.
and he’s going for it, he wraps his arms around you and leans in for a kiss, but right before closing his eyes he notices how drained you look.
the bags under your eyes can be seen from space oh dear god.
of course the stupid kiss doesn’t matter anymore.
and he beats himself up for not noticing it before?
immediately starts interrogating you.
sweetie you’re not helping let poor MC at least process the questions.
instead of answering any of them, you mumble something unintelligible and hold tightly to his arms.
you got like two hours of sleep last night, your eyelids are heavy and your whole body feels like jelly so you’re thankful for the extra support.
but while your busy letting yourself go in his arms, he straight up freaks out because—are you passing out right now, MC?
oh god oH GOD PLEASE DON’T.
WHAT DOES A MAN HAVE TO DO HERE TO GET A CHAIR FOR HIS LADY
once he takes you somewhere quiet, gets you a chair, and makes certain you’re somewhat more stable, he squats down in front of you and holds your hand, stroking it softly as he listens to what’s been troubling you.
if only he would’ve known sooner…
“I’m so sorry you had to go through that by yourself, MC.”
you can see true anguish in every corner of his face.
after a brief discussion with the rest of RFA, he offers to take you home and promises to stay with you until you feel better.
and even though he doesn’t say this out loud, he would gladly, ahem, sleep right next to you if it’ll make you feel safe and sound.
this place is so crowded and noisy and holY SHIT you look like you’re dying, MC, what the hell happened?
he’s eavesdropping on you and it’s quite evident you’re trying your best to make conversation with guests but you’re so disconnected from everything, stuttering and fidgeting and spacing out.
so he approaches you and carefully places a hand on your shoulder to help you out a little and pull you back to earth.
and… you startle at his touch and screech, he screeches as well and backs up, everybody goes quiet, things get awkward, suddenly the concept of spontaneous combustion sounds nice and fitting.
in order to avoid making things worse, though, he smiles for the guests, suggests them to try the food and takes you somewhere less crowded.
it’s not really a pleasant talk because you feel so dizzy and you’re afraid he may start nagging you for not getting enough sleep.
yet not surprisingly enough, he gets mad at everyone but you.
he’s mad at seven and v for leaving you all alone in someone else’s apartment and refusing to reveal your location
what was the point of that anyway?
he’s also mad at himself for not being there for you.
and while he rattles on and on about RFA’s irresponsible and careless members, your legs start feeling heavy and your vision gets blurry.
whoops, there goes MC who is now all passed out on the floor.
nope nope nope he’s getting you out of there rIGHT NOW.
not a chance he’s letting you stay at the party, you need a good ol’ beauty sleep to recharge and get better.
she’s been in your position more times than she can count.
it’s pretty obvious she recognizes all the signs of a sleep deprived individual.
and she’s honestly the sweetest and most caring of them all?
like honey, you’ve done more than enough for this huge success of a party, you’re even trying to socialize and interact with guests while struggling to stand and walk.
everything’s been taken care of and the guys are handling the party just fine, you don’t need to worry and you’re going home right. now.
because having you wander around while close to passing out could do more harm than you leaving early.
when she mentions driving you somewhere nearby rika’s apartment so you can get some sleep, your face immediately drops.
she’s quick to pick up your reaction and asks for an explanation.
after you provide her one, she deadpan nods and grabs you by the arm.
okay then it’s settled, she has no choice but to take you to her place.
when you both arrive, she puts you to bed and offers you a warm cup of tea to help you relax before heading out.
except she barely makes it two inches far from her bed because there’s something desperately pulling her sleeve.
she hesitates for a moment and urges you that you’re safe here, there are no bomb threats or possible intruders or hackers slash kidnappers waiting for the right time to take you away.
plus they’re expecting her at the party.
but… you’re persistent and you seem genuinely distressed thus she can’t just go on with her day knowing you’re feeling unsafe.
so she lies down next to you and lets you rest your head on her chest, and she promises to stay by your side until you wake up.
her heart is pounding like crazy and her cheeks are bright red, poor thing may explode at any given second but it’s okay it’s all good, it feels nice having you this close.
you soon fall asleep together and it’s the cutest thing.
as soon as he arrives, he eagerly starts looking for you.
an alluring being among the crowd he simply cannot wait to meet, where can they be? you can tell how anxious he is just by looking at his left cuff.
he’s fidgeting with it nonstop.
he asks about your whereabouts to every RFA member and guest he encounters without any luck.
until he bumps into seven and pops out the same question yet again.
“there,” he answers while pointing at his back.
five seconds later you crash into him, both of you losing balance for a moment.
“are you drunk, MC?”
though harsh and quite direct, he tries to be discreet about it.
and in his defense, you do look a bit drunk and disoriented.
this isn’t how he imagined getting to meet you.
still, he’s a gentleman resolved to help you avoid embarrassment and discomfort, and instead of dwelling on the reasons behind your current state right there, he escorts you outside to have a talk.
what? what do you mean you’ve barely slept in the past two weeks?
he refrains from lecturing you because 1) you look like you could faint at any minute and 2) he doesn’t want to upset someone who’s already upset enough, it’d be no help.
“you should’ve called, why didn’t you? I would’ve kept you company.”
you know it’s serious when executive director jumin han is willing to sacrifice his sleep and tight schedule just to make sure you’re having a good night’s sleep.
but since “it’s no use crying over spilled milk” his words and he has zero fucks to give, he suggests fleeing from the party.
no worries he ends up calling jaehee to let her know you’re feeling unwell.
after getting into his car, you fall asleep on his shoulder.
he stays still and watches you sleep in silence, a cute, barely noticeable smile across his face.
he’s seen that “do i want death or am i already dead who the hell knows at this point” look you’re pulling off.
where, you may be wondering? oh, that’s right, in the fucking mirror every goddamn night for the past fifteen years of his life.
you look like a zombie wandering around the room, you’re bumping into people and making a mess your way.
you haven’t even realized there’s a wine stain on your pretty clothes.
YOU. NEED. HELP.
otherwise, he’s afraid you’ll pass out cold and the last thing you need right now is a concussion, so he comes up to you and greets you with one of his dumb jokes in order to lift your spirit.
it kinda works but you’re still looking… well, dead, and moody.
a moody zombie? yeah, that’s about it.
refusing to give up on you just yet, he grabs your hand and promises to stay by your side throughout the whole night so you can lean on him, literally, whenever you feel like you’re about to faint.
what was that? do you want to leave early instead? that’s cool too, jaehee will take care of everything don’t you worry, my brave soldier.
defender of justice seven zero seven’s got your back!!
you eventually leave the party together but you don’t go very far, instead, you lay down on a park nearby to contemplate the sky.
he’s telling you stories about the clouds idly passing by when he hears a sweet little snore.
it’s you!! you’ve fallen asleep on his chest, aw.
all the blood in his system gathers on his cheeks and he is now all red, you can’t tell his hair apart from his face.
and in order to keep you warm and well protected, he embraces you with both arms and kisses your head.
later on he falls asleep too because he’s just as sleep deprived as you.
surprise surprise! much to everyone’s expectations, lovely boy has decided to show up to the party!
and he’s so excited to meet you after hearing so many positive things about you and how you’ve put every ounce of energy into RFA’s party.
he needs to thank you properly!!
spotting you amidst the guests isn’t really hard as there’s a bunch of people gathered in the center of the room making commotion.
apparently, someone has fainted? he can hear yoosung screaming and asking people to make some room, zen is yelling something about CPR, and jaehee is rushing to the crowd while dialing what it seems to be 119.
what in the world…?
determined to do some damage control, he hurries to reach jaehee and tries to find out what the hell is going on.
“it appears MC has passed out and we don’t know the reason.”
no need to say more.
he kindly but firmly asks people to stay back so that you can get some air, and he also sends yoosung to get you a chair to sit on.
zen is in charge of bringing you a glass of water because boy needs to calm the eff down.
five minutes later he manages to sit you upright in a chair, away from the crowd and where you can get some fresh air.
six pairs of concerned eyes are piercing right through you while you try to regain consciousness, only one of them hidden behind sunglasses.
you may not see those eyes clearly, but they carry the most guilt out of all of them.
in his usual soft caring voice, he does an attempt to ask you what’s wrong, and as he gets the answer he was expecting, he frowns and strokes your hair.
“why didn’t you say anything? we could’ve helped you.”
were it not for the mess he’s sunken in thanks to rika, he would’ve gone to the apartment himself to make sure you were getting some sleep.
A/N: Worked my butt off. I hope the anon who requested this likes this. And yeah, drop by my ask to request or just talk, about anything. I’ll go do my chemistry homework now. xD Have a great day/night!
You were exhausted. Absolutely fucking exhausted. Every inch of your body ached and how you would kill to get a good massage.
The day had been long and had worn you down to the core. You wanted nothing more than to drink a warm and relaxing cup of tea and collapse into the bed for the day. You wanted to get out of the tight jeans and the crisp white shirt whose collars made your neck feel itchy. You wanted to slip into the pair of lose grey joggers that awaited to provide your legs some comfort. You wanted tear off the white shirt and put on Calum’s rather worn out tee that you had claimed as your own before he went off on tour.
God how fucking tired you were.
And although you wanted to do so many things to just end the night and get some well deserved sleep, you were here at your best friend’s house, watching after her baby while she was out on a date night with her boyfriend.
You would have turned down your friend’s request but you knew how she and her boyfriend had been so busy after the unexpected arrival of a baby that they’d barely gotten some time to themselves. And as Calum was off on tour, you didn’t have anyone to go home to.
Babysitting this little angel wouldn’t really have been a problem if you weren’t about to fall asleep on it. But you had no idea that your boss would make you work off your butt today and ask you to travel around the city from meeting to meeting so much.
So here you were, yawning with your mouth wide open with a half asleep cranky baby in your arms, partially wishing you had said no to your friend in the morning.
Somewhere in between trying to rock the baby to sleep and fetching yourself some water, you found yourself with your phone wedged between your shoulder and your ear, the voice of your boyfriend ringing through your ears.
“Hey babe,” Calum greeted, sounding an awful lot more cheerful than you currently felt.
“Hey,” you greeted back, already feeling your shoulders relax only by his voice. A small smile tugged at your lips for the first time that day.
“You sound tired Y/N, you alright?” He asked. Apart from his voice, you could hear the other boys bickering in the background.
“Yeah,” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “It’s just been a long day. Can’t wait to hit the bed.”
You heard footsteps shuffle on the other side of the line. The voice of the other boys faded in the background and you understood that Calum had probably switched rooms. “Sorry, they were being too noisy.” He said. “You’re still with Kate?”
“Yep, but Y/F/N is going to be back in like ten and then I can go sleep for the rest of my life.”
Calum chuckled in response. “To be honest, you sound as if you actually really need that.”
“It because I’m tired,” you whined, as you sat down on the couch, little Kate right beside you. “Anyway, excited for the show? Speaking of which, aren’t you supposed to be on stage right about now?”
“Just wanted to hear your voice before I did,” he said and you could only imagine him with that satisfied smirk of his.
You chuckled at his cheesiness,”Shut up, Calum. Now go rock the stage! I can’t wait to see the concert pictures.”
“Alright, alright. You get some sleep. I love you, okay?”
“I love you, too.”
As soon as your friend returned you handed over the baby to her, collected your things, pecked your friend on her cheek, bid the little family goodbye and got the hell out of there.
As you opened the door of your car, a loud, long yawn escaped your lips. All you could think of was the cold touch of the bed’s duvet when you would finally climb into your bed changed out of your work clothes.
“Fuck this shit,” you muttered as the car behind you honked yet again. You were stuck in traffic for nearly half an hour now and you couldn’t be closer to losing it. When the car behind you honked again, you turned around, poked your head out of the window and scowled at the driver.
Popping your head back inside, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down. When you opened your eyes again, the red lights were turning green and you heaved a sigh of relief.
You restarted your car as the ones in front of you surged forward. As your feet pressed down on the accelerator your heart was rejoicing. A step closer to home sweet home.
As soon as you’d moved forward, another car sped in from the left side. It hit the car beside you, crashed straight into its side. The loud thunk of metal clanging against metal rang in your ears and your eyes widened as the car that was hit spun into yours. The glass of the window shattered, the shards piercing through your skin. But the pain felt like a haze as the entire car shook, quaking everything inside of you as you hit the curb.
Your heart wasn’t as joyous anymore. It felt heavy, as if everything was collapsing on it. And as chaos broke around you, your breaths became shorter and the world turned darker- bit by bit until the black engulfed your vision.
Calum ran backstage, the screams of the fans still echoing through the stadium. His hands still shook from the adrenaline. He kept his bass by the boxes with Luke and Michael’s guitars and headed off towards the dressing room where the other three had already gone. Calum was pretty satisfied with today’s show. He felt like it had been great. The fans seemed to have the time of their lives too.
When Calum walked into the room, he saw that everyone had a grim face. Luke was frantically running his fingers through hi hair while Michael and Ashton tried to figure what information their tour manager was getting over the phone.
“What’s wrong guys? Why do you all look so worried?” He questioned, grabbing the bottle of water by the dresser.
Nobody had seen the MaorI boy walk in, and when they turned to see him, they all turned a shade paler.
“Guys,” Calum repeated, voice turning cautious he saw the looks on everyone’s face. “What’s wrong?”
“Calum…” Ashton began. “Calum, Y/N…”
Hearing your name already had Calum panicking. His heart raced and his eyes widened, body turning warm with panic in the worst way.
“Y/N what, Ashton?”
Nobody could bring themselves to say anything. Silence reigned over the room, and the commotion from the stadium buzzed through the room like a low hum.
“Y/N what, Ashton?” Calum roared this time.
Their tour manager, Jeff, was finally off the phone, stepping in front of him. “Y/N is in the hospital. She got into an accident and is still unconscious.”
It was like the entire world collapsed on his shoulders. The room around him spun and tears blurred his vision. His breaths grew sharper as he waited for someone around him to deny what had just been said. But no one said a word.
Michael cautiously approached Calum, hands reaching out to steady him. “Dude, you alright?”
Calum nodded, roughly pushing off his friend’s hand. He turned to the manager. “When did you find out?”
“About ten minu-”
“Ten fucking minutes and you tell me now?” He yelled, the vein on his neck popping into prominence.
“You were on stage, and you were about to come off so I just waited,” Jeff explained.
“You waited? Why the hell would you wait? My girlfriend is in the hospital! Do you even understand?” Calum was screaming at the top of his lungs. Anger, anxiety, paranoia and sadness gushing through his veins all at the same time.
“I need tickets back to the city,” he said, turning away from the manager to look around for his phone.
“Jeff, get us all tickets now. The fans will understand.” Luke said, cutting off further arguments.
Calum was on the way to the hospital as soon as they had reached the airport. He didn’t wait for his luggage, couldn’t give two shits about it as he pushed through the crowds to get into the cab he’d booked.
As Calum stepped into the hospital, the glass doors parting automatically for him, the smell of iodoform and antiseptic filled his senses. His heart felt like it was in his throat and he was sure he was about to puke, He felt terrified. He feared the absolute worst. But he couldn’t even begin to fathom what it would be like to lose the love of his life. No, no. He couldn’t think about this.
He stopped right in front of the reception desk. “Y/N Y/L/N, please.” He infromed the lady.
“I’m sorry, sir, but only family is allowed.”
Calum scowled. “Cut the shit, please. I’m her fucking boyfriend.”
“Sir, this is a strict policy-”
“I don’t give a fuck about your policy. I just need to see my girlfriend! Why is that so hard for you to understand?” He said through gritted teeth.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. Luke pulled him away from the reception desk while Ashton did the talking.
“I just… I need to see her, Luke.” Calum confessed, his voice quivering with emotion.
His tall blonde friend, pulled him into a tight hug. He let Calum cry silently into his neck, tears flowing down his pale skin.
“Calum, I called Y/F/N. She’s in the room with Y/N. She’s coming down right now.” Michael said, giving the Maori boy a soft, encouraging smile.
Through the constant buzz of the crowd in the hospital, Y/F/N came running down. When her eyes fell on Calum, she hurried towards him, engulfing him in a hug. “Thank god, you’re here. She’s upstairs. She’s stable.”
Without paying any heed to whatever the receptionist was saying, the boys followed Y/F/N.
The first thing you heard as you slipped in and out of consciousness was the steady beep of the heart rate monitor. When you were slightly more anchored, you heard Michael’s voice. “No, no. No she’s alright. Yeah, Mrs. Y/LN, we’ll keep you updated. Calum’s right here. He fell asleep. He’s pretty shaken. Yes. Got it. 5 am.”
You slowly opened your eyes, your pupils taking time to adjust to the bright light. Your throat felt drier than the desert and you ached for a sip of water. As you turned your head to the left to check for a glass of water, you could see a head with black hair resting by your pillow.
You smiled, emotions tugging at your heart as you lifted your hand to see if he was really there. Your palm met his soft, black curls- a delusional hum of content left the asleep boy’s lips.
“Looks like you’re up,” Ashton’s face popped into view.
“You guys are actually here,” you croaked out.
Luke and Michael leaned over the other side with Y/F/N. “Alive and in flesh,” Luke said.
You managed to cough out a laugh. Beneath your touch, Calum stirred, slowly rising. A yawn left his lips and his eyes widened when he saw you were up
You smiled. “Hi, there love. You’re back early.”
Tears pooled in Calum’s eyes. “Baby,” he whimpered. In a second his arms were around you, face buried in the crook of your neck.
‘Woah, easy tiger.” You winced at the sudden pressure.
Calum immediately unwrapped himself from you. “Shit, fuck, sorry.”
The others cleared the room, Ashton muttering something about “giving them some time to themselves” as he led the others outside. You shifted, patting the side of the bed, inviting him to join you.
When Calum shook his head no you pouted. “Why not? I just want some cuddles.”
“Don’t want to hurt you,” he said, shaking his had again.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re hurting me by refusing a cuddle, get your hot ass on the bed.”
Calum laughed as he got up, lifting your blanket up to settle in beside you. “Only you, Y/N. Only you.”
He lay on his side, an arm underneath your head as his eyes decided to run all over your face. His other hand was in your hair, often slipping down to your face to caress your cheek. You leaned into the familiar touch of his calloused fingers, humming in contentment.
He didn’t rush you when you told him what had happened and choked on your words. He wiped the tears off your face with his thumbs and held his own back. Kisses were shared, reassurances exchanged. Throughout the night he held onto you, afraid you were going to slip away. You held right on back, not even beginning to grasp what it would currently feel like if the roles were switched.
“I was so afraid I would lose you,” he mumbled into your hair. “I never want to feel like that again. I was losing my fucking mind, Y/N.”
“I’m still here, aren’t I? I won’t ever leave you, even when you want me to.” You mumbled into his chest, your fingers tracing the tattoo on his bicep.
“I wouldn’t want you to leave me,” he said immediately.
“I’m just saying. I love you too much.”
“I love you way too much too,” he said. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then made his way to your nose, cheeks, every inch of your face before finally pecking your lips, his soft pink ones brushing against yours.
He smiled into the kiss when he heard you let out a soft giggle.
He couldn’t even begin to imagine life without that sweet sound. He couldn’t imagine a life without you.
Jeff: “ U
up?” You: “Why
would I be sleeping at 4:30 am in a school night?” Jeff: “Very
funny. Come outside.” You: “What? Jeff it’s like the middle of the
night.” Jeff: “Just get dressed and come out. Trust me.” You: “Fine.
Give me ten.” Jeff: “Nice. Love you.” You: “I hate you.”
Ten minutes later you try to be as quiet as possible as you walk
through your house and walk down the stairs. If your parents wake
up and realize you’re about to meet you boyfriend at 4:30 in the
morning, all hell will break loose.
“Shit.”, you whisper in pain after you hit your food on the door
and sneak out of it before closing it as quiet as possible. When
you turn around you can Jeff standing in front of his car, arms
crossed and with a huge smile on his face.
“Damn it Atkins, what
do you want?”, you sigh as you walk over to him and he wraps his
arms around you to pull you close. Instead of answering he places
a soft kiss on your lips and wipes some hair out of your face while
looking down on you. “I missed you.”, he smiles and you can’t
help it but smile too as you look into his beautiful eyes. “And
I wanted to show you something, come on.”, he opens up the
passengers seat and you sit down in his car while you wait for Jeff
to start driving.
“Where are we going and why do you have to
take my sleep from me for it?”, you’re still grumpy and cuddle into
the seat while he drives through town. “Just wait and see.”, he smiles and you can’t help it but fall in
love with him even a little bit more. The two of you have been
together for almost a year now and Jeff’s still possible to surprise
After what feels like hours the two of you reach the end of an hill
and you raise an eyebrow while looking over to him. “So what?
You want to throw me down the cliff? That’s a way to break up with
me.”, you mumble before he shakes his head and helps you to get out
of the car.
“You’re unbelievable. Don’t you trust me?” “I’m sorry I am not thrilled when you take me to the top of an hill
in the middle of the night.”, you sigh and he still grins while he
opens the trunk. “Great. There comes the shovel to bury my
body.” “Y/N, would you stop? Please?”, he shuts his trunk
again and comes around the car to point at his car with his
head. “Sit down.”, you do as he says and Jeff takes a seat
next to you on the hood on his car. He then wraps a blanket around
the two of your and pulls you closer to his chest. You can look
down on the town from here but with the sun still down, it doesn’t
really look that spectacular.
“Wait and see.”, he smiles before he hands you over a cup of tea
and you finally manage to relax and trust him. He thought of
everything and even though you still don’t know what he’s up to, you
It takes another few minutes and you can finally see what he wanted
to show you so badly. The sun is rising up and you can’t help it
but sit up straight in excitement when the whole town is dipped into
a light orange tone. “Oh my god.”, you whisper and Jeff starts
smiling before he sits up next to you too and grabs your hand to drop
something inside of it.
As you frown and look over to him and he
points at your hand. Carefully you open up your hand and look down
on the little silver ring that is shining at you. “What?”,
your eyes widen and he grabs your hand to put the ring on your
finger. “I know we’re still to young to get married but I want
you to know that one day I intend to marry you. I love you, Y/N and
you’re the best thing that could have happened in my life. Happy
anniversary. ”, he whispers and you feel your eyes fill with tears
while you look at him.
“I love you too.”, you laugh and cry at the same time before Jeff
grabs your face between his hands and places a meaningful kiss on
your lips. This is more than you have ever hoped for and right now
you couldn’t be happier.
You and Jeff will be together forever, you know it.
A/N: This is a weird little idea I had one morning about Dan getting a vibrator stuck up his bum, then I somehow managed to fill it with chicken/egg puns. Enjoy! (It was a hard decision whether to post this or another fic, but I decided you guys deserve the long one as I haven’t posted in over two weeks)
Dan was nervous for his job interview. He was as prepared as he could be: he’d thought about all the questions he might be asked and how he would answer them. He’d even made notes about the company in case he was expected to have any background knowledge.
Still, he couldn’t relax. Dan had tried a few things to help him relax: a warm bath, some relaxing music, a cup of tea and a good book… but nothing seemed to be doing the trick.
Dan only had one idea left, and laying back on his bed, he decided to give it a shot. He needed an orgasm, a moment of bliss, with the relaxed exhaustion that followed. He wasn’t just going to aim for a standard, hand job on the penis, kind of orgasm through. He’d been experimenting with anal play recently, having achieved a prostate orgasm a few times with his fingers, and more recently, with a new toy. He wasn’t an expert on the world of sex toys and vibrators, so he thought he’d start out small. He’d purchased this little egg shaped vibrator, not wanting to get anything he couldn’t cope with and so far, it had been amazing.