i am 31 and i am very short but i am very loud. i'm married! he's lovely, he is one of two very sweet proofreaders i have.
my blog is **mostly** minor friendly, i try to keep it minor friendly to the best of my ability but everyone makes mistakes. i don't write ns4w, but outside of that i really do like to explore any and all avenues of writing. i am trying to get more comfortable with sad/angsty stuff :'))
🌙fun tags list: 🌙
bunny writes - hopefully all of my writing provided i remembered to tag it
love language series - lud, jerm
hasan's "no head fiance", i can't believe i didn't have RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME tagged here but it's here now
travel disliking partner - hasan (flights, trains)
all posts with (this includes everything) - jerma 🌠 ludwig 🌠 hasan 🌠 anthony slimemachine bruno 🌠 nick falco 🌠 aiden calvin
x reader (this includes friends writings) - jerma 🌠 ludwig 🌠hasan 🌠 anthony slimemachine bruno 🌠 nick falco 🌠 aiden calvin
purple flower anon
all posts for... christmas 2023 (masterlist)
🌙 people you should check out if you like my stuff!🌙
npt! (Laughs evilly as I tag people with long users) @boopieluvsyou @bug-gribble @cheeseboi4life @girlwith1braincell @matthewsmania @firefl1ghts @wond3rland13 + anyone !
i've never regretted having such a long username until JUST now
I - idontwannabeyouanymore by billie eilish
N - no bad days (feat collett) - macklemore, colett
H - hell's comin' with me - poor man's poison
I - idk i just work here - durry
B - brutus - em beihold
I - i wish you would - taylor swift (taylors version)
T - tardigrade song - cosmo sheldrake
I - it boy - bbno$
O - out loud - bizzy
N - nobody else - em beihold
F - feel sexy - roe kapara
R - ruler of everything - tally hall
E - employment cost - roe kapara
E - engravings - ethan bortnick
W - when he sees me - kimiko glenn, jessie meuller, keala seattle, waitress original broadway cast
R - rises the moon - liana flores
I - isn't it love? (feat estelle) - steven universe, estelle
T - think about things - daði freyr
I - i won't let you down - meghan trainor
N - no control - one direction
G - ghost of chicago - noah floersch
did i have to link all of these on spotify? no....
but i did
NO PRESSURE TASSSSS - @fullofgutsndopamine @the-phantom-author @st4rc4t @nothasanabi (just bc i feel like ur music taste would be peak 😔)
it has been a long time coming. but here we are. part 4 went through multiple rewrites so i hope you guys like it!!
part 1 / part 2 / part 3
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Your limbs ached, lungs burning from your first breath after waking up. Was this headache from the heavy sleep? It took your eyes much longer to adjust than you’d like, sunlight peeking through your curtains wherever it could. Vague, blurry images passed through your mind but when you tried to focus on any of them, your head throbbed.
Whatever had happened last night you were glad that you from yesterday had decided enough was enough and to get home… however that happened. Who did take you home? You know what sounded better than solving that mystery? Scrambled eggs and maybe some bacon.
Your stomach suddenly lurched, covering your mouth to prevent a trip to the bathroom to hurl your guts out, but the wave of nausea passed and you chose to think about anything other than food. Your legs tiredly carried you out of your bed and towards the bathroom, choosing to be responsible and brush your teeth and your hair… but the sweat from the night before and the drool that was dried to your chin made you make a small noise of disgust.
The hot water of the shower soothed the rising hangover from rearing its ugly head, knowing that afterwards you’d have to force yourself to eat to keep the hangover at bay. The scent of your shampoo and bodywash was a good way to start the rest of your day, telling yourself you would be taking it easy today. You deserved it, after all.
Loose clothes, unable to take the heat still radiating off your body from the shower, you headed down the hallway and turned into your kitchen and paused. You would, unfortunately, recognize that body shape anywhere.
His shoulders were possibly tighter than you remembered, assuming it was coming from being in the same space as you. You almost felt that your eyes unfocused for a long silent moment before you managed to get out -
“Hey.”
You watched him jump a little and turn around, phone in his hand. The way his eyes traveled over your face was strange, really seeing you for the first time, but you caught his gaze and everything felt… sideways. His eyebrow quirked as he watched the way your head tilted, trying to understand why you were looking at him differently too.
You shut your eyes to shake your head, ridding yourself of the intrusive thoughts edging at the back of your mind.
“You picked me up last night,” a statement, not a question.
“Yeah, Will-” You put your hand up and he stopped.
“I’ll talk to Will,” an emotion passed through his face but you couldn’t pick it out, you tried to keep your voice steady, feeling vulnerable. You couldn’t remember much of last night. Just the taste of acid reflux tinged with alcohol and the vague feeling that you had seen your ex. Your other ex. You brought your hand to your forehead and rubbed at the bridge of your nose. “Did I say anything weird to you last night?”
What a loaded question. Weird was subjective so that gave him the opportunity to pick and choose if he told you anything at all, and you really weren’t quite sure you trusted him to tell you anything after letting you go through with an incredibly long relationship only to speak up at the wedding and destroy the whole thing.
“Not sure I should tell you if you’re going to keep looking at me like that.” His words stung, which was strange. Your eyes dropped away from his face and to the counter between you both.
The words were strained, but you still said them, “I’m sorry.” You had to be the adult, clearly, always with him having to be the adult, a dull anger that you had long tried to drown out with any vice that would help rising in your belly. There wasn’t any way around this without being open. You were both adults, you could be adult about this. A friend helped you home. That’s it.
You continued, “I just don’t… remember much of last night. I remember the bar, and I remember,” you almost spat it out, not even able to actually say his name, “him being there. And then you and a car ride home and I woke up in bed.”
“You uh,” Hasan sighed, bringing his hand to his chin and scratching, pausing for such a long time you could actually kill him.
“Look if it was that bad you don’t have to tell me and you can leave. Thank you for bringing me home but if I turned into a freak last night-”
“You told me to stay.”
“I. What?”
The knowledge could have knocked you off your feet, but you stayed standing despite the wave of nausea that washed over you, and you were suddenly very aware of your heart thrumming in your ears. You wanted to convince yourself that it was the hangover, but the realization was much stronger than the lingering effects of the night before.
Because you did, didn’t you? Ask him- no. Actively tried to get him to stay, tried to hold his hand so he wouldn’t leave you. Twice.
‘With me?’ Yes, but no.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and you rubbed at the space between your brows again, but he spoke before you could.
“If you’re worried, I slept on the couch.” You couldn’t tell if he was making a joke or not, but it made you breathe out a laugh. And then another one and another one.
“What-” still laughing, “what would I be worried about?” You could barely tell that his expression had changed from trying to be genuine to straight confusion as to why you were laughing at him. It didn’t take more than a second or two for a strangled laugh to leave him too and it must have taken everything in his body not to come meet you where you stood in the kitchen. Laughing with a world's amount of space between you.
“Fuck, I don’t know,” Hasan breathed out and through his shaky laughter tried to shrug his shoulders and add some kind of nonchalance to the conversation, push past the awkward air that clung to your bodies. “Is that not just - is that not what you’d say? To a woman?”
Your face twisted into incredulity, eyebrows pulled together but raised, laughter still playing at your lips which forced them to curl into a confused smile. “Yeah, definitely, just start telling random women, if you’re worried I slept on the couch, see how they reply.”
“That’s, holy shit you’re impossible, that’s not what I meant,” Hasan pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumbs, pushing them gently into his brow. “You know exactly how I meant that.”
You did know, because even after all this time he was still the Hasan you had fallen in love with all those years ago. Even if realizing that made your chest hurt.
love when there’s like 4 people online and we keep reblogging the same posts from each other. literally just 4 bitches hanging out and telling each other “exactlyyyyy”
neither of you can sit here and just drop this in my lap and not expect me to talk about how he'd have his phone propped up just out of sight after that so you two could facetime quietly or sit on a discord call?? it doesn't matter that the two of you can't talk because he's streaming, its the fact that it at least FEELS like you're eating together.
it's just sly glances at you with a half smile before he starts talking again.
