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hwasdvlly · 9 months

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Sweet Treat | k.yeosang

♥︎ summary: nothing sweeter than a father and daughter baking a cake.

♥︎ pairing: yeosang x fem!reader

♥︎ genres: fluff, slice of life, and humor

♥︎ word count: 0.8k words

♥︎ warnings/tags: none. established relationship, idol!yeosang, non-idol!reader, father-daughter bonding, wooyoung has a special appearance, mentioned of uncle ateez

♥︎ a/n: my first writing of yeosang! woohoo!!

“Okay, it looks like everything is ready.”

A beautiful man with a deep, velvety voice sets up his camera to start a special video for the group’s Youtube channel.

Yeosang skips his legs and stands behind the kitchen counter in his plain t-shirt and sweatpants. He is in a good mood because he wants to show off his cooking skills. “Hello, Atiny!” He happily waves at the camera. “Today, I will be doing an activity that’s not much of a new idea on our channel, but regardless, it’ll be fun.” Yeosang puts on a lovely smile.

The artist continues, “Since this is my first time trying it out, and hoping it’ll be great,” he chuckles merrily, “Kang Yeosang will be baking a cake for Atiny!” He did a self-celebration by clapping his hands and a little dance.

“But!” Yeosang points his finger up. “I do have someone that’s going to be my little assistant. Please, come in!” He calls for that special someone.

He chuckles when he sees Wooyoung carrying his daughter to the kitchen. Yeosang clasps his hands. “Yes, Atiny. The special guest is not this thing,” He points at Wooyoung while shaking his head. Wooyoung gives a look of dissatisfaction to the camera. “It’s my pride and joy, Yoora!” Yeosang happily claps his hands.

The little four-year-old waves at the camera, “Hello, Atiny!” She greets the audience in her adorable, squeaky voice.

Her father and uncle burst out laughing. “So cute!” Wooyoung squeals and presses a kiss on her chubby cheek. Yoora has Yeosang’s squishy round face.

The two men also felt their hearts explode.

Yoora learned about her father’s and uncle’s group when she listened to their music. At first, she didn’t know about them being idols.

On a chill afternoon, you were watching one of your favorite shows, and your daughter was playing with her toys. You overhear Yoora humming a song. You asked your baby what it was. She said Eternal Sunshine. It shocked you because she had no clue that her uncles and her father were the artists of her favorite song.

After a deep dive into Yeosang’s music career, she also knows the name of the fandom.

“Okay, let’s begin.” The father takes his daughter out of his best friend’s arms.

Yoora waves at Wooyoung, “Bye-bye, Uncle Wooyo!” She says before he leaves. Wooyoung makes a heart with his hands and watches behind the cameras. Not to mention, you were watching the recording this entire time. It’s because you don’t want Yeosang to burn down the kitchen. Or something worse.

But as promised to his wife, he’ll do his best.

Once it’s just the father and daughter in the kitchen, they put on custom-made Hehetmon aprons that a fellow Atiny stitched and gave as a gift in a fan sign. Yeosang has Yoora sitting on the stool as she plays with the spatulas while he puts together the ingredients to make a vanilla cream cake.

“Baby, can you tell the viewers who is your favorite uncle?” Yeosang would ask Yoora random questions here and there. He now has Yoora in front of him to mix the batter. She didn’t hesitate to tell who it was.

“Uncle San!” She shouted cheerfully.

Then a gasp comes from the background. “I thought it was your Wooyo!”

The two look up from their mixing to see Wooyoung pouting like an upset kid. You look at your friend and laugh at him. He is always trying to be everyone’s favorite. But you can’t blame the people because Wooyoung is so lovable. However, he can be whiny.

“Yoora loves Uncle Wooyo too!” The little girl yells to reassure him. Of course, he would never stay sad. Wooyoung immediately draws a jolly smile on his lips.

Subsequently, Yeosang and Yoora finished baking the cake, and now is the fun part—decorating. The camera records them sitting at the dining table with loads of materials. Yoora places things so gently and wants the cake to look nice.

“Wow, who taught you how to write Atiny?” Yeosang asked his angel. He watches Yoora pipe out the fandom’s name with red royal icing—one of his favorite colors. “You did.” She answered straight away. Yeosang turns his head at the camera. His face etches a proud grin, and he nodded.

The man taught his child well.

As soon as the decorating segment gets completed, they snapped pictures to share on ATEEZ’s social media. One of them is Yeosang and Yoora posing cutely. They wrote on the cake,

To: Atiny

From: Yeosang & Yoora

We love you!

Yeosang cuts up a small piece for Yoora because he doesn’t want her to get sugar high. The idol starts doing the outro.

“Everyone, thank you for watching this video. I’ve always wanted to film one with Yoora. She is growing healthy and will be starting school soon. We’ll appreciate every beautiful message from Atiny because you all make our day better. So, yeah.” Yeosang wraps Yoora into his arms. He tells her, “Let’s say goodbye, baby. One, two, three…”

The father and daughter wave their hands. “Bye~”

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fantasy-relax · 2 months

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Please just love her.

Part 4

Short but is something @crispyfriedshark here you go.

Your stay with Bela was the most peaceful. She was very gentle with you, she was attentive to your needs, she reminded you about your medications and if you tried to push yourself harder than you should she would look at you in a way that made you feel chills down your spine transforming you into an obedient little puppy.

The Romanian was undoubtedly the girl of your dreams, adorable, skilled, intelligent, gentle, beautiful and capable of holding you still with one hand.

Perfect.

The days you spent together were increasingly more domestic, the ease with which you lived and got along filled you with joy, despite your fears you always wanted to have a relationship like that.

Every second that passed you fell more in love with her. You were sure that by the time the month ended, Bela Dimitrescu would be the undisputed owner of your heart.

However, not everything was rosy, the blonde was surrounded by an aura of guilt and regret that accompanied her every step she took, commonly stronger when they talked about events from your lost memory, however there were times when you touched her or talked to her with affection, that would end with her back bend and her eyes would fill with barely contained tears, like she believed undeserving of your love.

When that happened she would walk away and lock herself in the guest room where she slept, afraid of harming you in the middle of her dreams. Behind the door you could hear the sobs. You didn't know what rcaused you more pain the rejection or that your loved one believed she was guilty of your condition.

In those moments you would look for a chair to sit outside the room, telling her stories of childhood and adolescence until she decided to get out of it or you fell asleep.

Why did your darling punish herself like this?

You would not deny that you were interested in knowing the events that had occurred in these two years because there were moments where looking at a movie poster, listening to a song, the most everyday things made you feel an unexpected emotion, whether sadness, joy or anger.

(You couldn't drink or smell coffee, the day they passed by a coffee shop while shopping. You started crying uncontrollably. You felt like someone was crushing your heart and head with tremendous violence that caused you to faint. Bela had to carry you back to the car and you had a horrible migraine for two days since then you avoided everything related to coffee)

Thinking about the memories you lost in these two years filled you with regret, however you did not want to drown in grief, perhaps you will never get them back and that is okay as long as you are still alive you can create new and better memories.

You had your loyal wife by your side, the past had no importance when she was in your future.

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"The flight will take approximately three hours, we will see you soon"

Daniela, Angie and Donna were on their way.

What should she do?

What was she going to tell them?

"You are a selfish bitch so obsessed with your sister's partner that at the first opportunity you manipulated her so she would stay with you."

Daniela and Angie were the ones who were with you after Cassandra left, the ones who lived through your nightmares, cries and lamentations.

When she offered you to travel the world, they were the ones who motivated you to do it, seeing how despite their efforts you had lost weight and your dark circles had not disappeared.

Now two months since you started traveling together and one month since your accident your appearance was better. Bela did everything to take care of you and you did not refute or deny her help, instead you accepted her with a smile on your lips. You were finally getting better.

They would understand it, right?

"Angie will break a bottle on your head and Daniela will give you the beating of your life. So tell them, there will be no shortage of laughs"

They have to understand it. It was for your own good.

"Lie"

She only wanted the best for you

"And the best is you?"

Be quiet.

"You couldn't protect Daniela, you betrayed Cassandra and the reason Mc was injured was because you left them"

Shut up

"You are a worthless girl"

Shut up

"Selfish"

Shut up

"You live your dream life at the expense of Cassandra's happiness while you lie to Daniela"

Shut up.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, Mommy would be proud of you"

I'm not like her!

"You know what they say, the council president ends up being the Headmistress"

I'M NOT LIKE HER. I'M NOT. I'M NOT.

"It's okay honey, here I am."

When had you arrived?

Your good arm caressed her hair while you rested your head on top of hers, hiding her face in your chest, the height difference decreased with her sitting on the bed and you standing.

"Don't cry my beautiful girl, everything will be fine"

When had she started to cry?

I didn't deserve this, I didn't deserve you, I should tell you the truth, I should end this now.

"You are not alone, my dear"

You moved her face away from your chest and kissed her cheeks, drying her tears with your lips, you smiled at her with love in your eyes before kissing her forehead tenderly.

"Let them go"

She hug you gently. You continued running your hand through her hair.

"My sister Daniela, Angie and my aunt Donna are on their way..."

"Tell them the truth"

"They don't know about us"

You laughed without malice. "Is that what you were worried about? We don't have to tell them yet, Bela. It's just a visit."

Yes, she didn't have to tell them yet.

"NO"

After you recover she would tell them. After they saw how you had improved with her by your side, they would understand.

"You're going to ruin everything!"

Yes, they will understand.

They had to.

#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #my work

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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i. sound of a love song | Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3,043

Summary | A washed up former lead singer, Joby Taylor finds himself drunk at a bar and listening to you, a singer who’s way too good for him.

Author’s Note | My first ever multi chapter fic is here! This piece is so self indulgent and I’m trying not to feel too bad about it because I crave this man so deeply. The Joby Taylor brain rot I have from working on this is not even funny! Also just adore the idea of Joby falling in love with a reader with Lana Del Rey vibes and trying to be totally chill about it the whole time.

Warnings | none! please let me know if I need to add anything!

Joby Taylor was a mess. The fact hit him as he shifted in his bar stool and rested his head on the bar. He hadn't showered in days and even he couldn't ignore it anymore. The pomade he liked to run through his hair almost every morning was starting to build up, making him look particularly greasy. The alcohol certainly didn't help his appearance either. His tolerance was high and he was determined to keep drinking until he was on the edge of blacking out. He wanted to stumble back to his hotel room and flop down on the lumpy, probably bedbug infested mattress and pass out. Or maybe he would just pass out on this bar. It was all the same to him.

He didn't mean for it to get like this. Being a rockstar wasn't just about drugs and sex and alcohol but it sure helped the days pass by. And Joby had always been one of the guys who said he could stop whenever he wanted. His friends would jeer at him as he got more and more fucked up. No one stopped him. So he figured he didn't have to. It made his touring days much more eventful. But he didn't have the rockstar excuse anymore. He was just some poor bastard rotting from the inside out, listening to droning live music in a shitty bar.

Hours earlier, the night crowd was rowdy enough that he didn't notice the music. But, as midnight came closer and the crowd had thinned out enough, the soft guitar had come through. He turned his head and fought to keep his eyes open. Through blurry vision he saw you. You were at the microphone, hips swaying to the music. Your cream colored dress fluttered back and forth at your knees. The peasant neckline showed your chest, breathing slowly as you waited for your cue to start singing. He thought you were pretty. But any sort of terrible thought he could've had snuffed themselves out once you began singing.

"Hey, what you doin'?" Not a lot

Shakin' and movin' at my local spot

Baby, don't ask me why, don't ask me why

Why, why, why, why, why, why, why

Your voice was equal parts sad and sultry. He wasn't used to the gentle sound. He didn't typically like that sound in the first place. But it paired well with his mood.

Lay, lady, lay

On that side of paradise

In the Tropic of Cancer

'Cause if I had my way

You would always stay

And I'd be your tiny dancer, honey

He could've sworn that you looked at him then. He thought he saw you wink at him too. He licked his lips and tried to pull them into a smirk. His head was spinning. Bile rose in his throat and he swallowed it down. You're too fucking drunk. He didn't want to begin to entertain the thought of you flirting with him. You were just doing your job. As long as the men in this bar thought you were singing to them, they'd stick around and buy more drinks. Pretty girls like you did well in these kinds of joints.

The man off to the side of the stage strumming on the guitar looked agitated, some of his chords hitting harder than they were meant to. Joby figured it was your boyfriend, just worked up seeing his girl making eyes at middle aged men. He chuckled at the thought. If he felt better about himself at the moment, he probably would've tried to flirt back. He would've pulled you into a shadowed corner after your performance and pressed his lips to your pretty neck. He would let his hands wander and get himself familiar with your figure underneath the flowing dress. But he was so tired he could barely piece together the words you were singing.

Joby lazily hummed along, missing most of the notes and not quite getting a hand of the tune. The song ended as his eyelids began to flutter closed. He heard light applause, some wolf whistles, and a male voice thanking the crowd on the microphone before soft rock continued to play through the bars speakers. He felt a tap on his shoulder and jolted awake. There you were, sitting next to him as though your form had simply materialized there like an angel.

"This is how an artist dies, hmm?" you said, swiping your tongue over the rich red lipstick on your lips.

He blinked a few times, trying to process the sentence, "Huh?"

"Joby Taylor...didn't think I'd get to see you again. Especially not this trashed." You had the stem of a maraschino cherry between your fingers. You plucked the cherry with your teeth and your wet lips wrapped around the fruit. The maneuver had him entranced. Wait, he shook his head a little, you'd seen him before? He scanned his mind, trying to place your face. Despite you now sitting next to him, your face was still a bit blurry.

"You don't even remember me, do you?" you sneered at him.

"Of course I do..." he trailed off. He wished he hadn't drank so much. His head was pulsating and nothing was clear. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of someone as pretty as you. But who was he kidding? He smelled like complete shit and looked worse. He’d worn the same leather jacket he’d worn for years now, the stench of cigarette smoke pungent from years of smoke breaks. Sweat had dried to the hoodies underneath the leather from the nights he’d tossed and turned, trying to find sleep. You, with your styled hair and glittering eyes, were way too good for him.

"You're a terrible liar, Joby Taylor." you laughed lightly and wrapped your lips around a straw. You were drinking something clear and bubbly. Probably just a soda. Of course you weren't like him, taking a few shots before performing on tour. You were put together and presentable. Again, way out of his league.

He finally processed what you'd first said to him, "How does an artist die?" Were you trying to deliver some weird riddle? Now he knew he was way too drunk to figure that out.

You motioned towards his slouched body. "I'm watching an artist die right before my eyes."

He sighed heavily, "What makes you think I'm dead?" Shit, he wasn’t even convinced he was alive either. Not for a while, at least. He was just on autopilot.

You chuckled shyly, "I've seen you perform before. You really know how to turn it on for a crowd.”

"You seem to know so much about me and I don't even know who you are."

"You really don't remember me?"

Joby shook his head, hair falling over his eyes.

"Damn," your face fell, "I'm y/n l/n. We played at a couple festivals a few years ago. James and I are friends."

Joby grimaced as you mentioned the name of his old bandmate. James was a fucking snake. He stole his band. Took credit for all the work he had spent years putting into Snake Trouble. But you knew him. He was working to click the pieces together in his brain. He vaguely remembered your name; remembered you with flowers in your hair and heavy eye makeup. Your voice...that was what he recalled clearest. Your melodic sound echoing through a microphone. He remembered feeling held by the song you had sung.

When you said James name, you saw him wince. It must've been a sore spot for him. But you kept prodding, "I actually talked to him a little while ago. He said that he's out of a lead singer now. He said you quit."

"Well, James is a fucking liar because he kicked me out. I wouldn't have quit that band even if I was on my fucking deathbed." His speech was angry and slurred. His body was too worn out to express it but his face began to turn red.

"Oh, his loss, I guess." you shrugged.

With that, Joby felt bad. James wasn't that terrible. None of his bandmates were. They just didn't get it. They knew a little about Claire but they didn't know about the divorce or the custody battle with Ellen. Hell, he didn't think he'd ever told them he had been married in the first place. His marriage with Claire had only happened to appease her parents when she'd gotten pregnant. They'd gone to a courthouse, signed the papers, and that same night he was playing another show. Then he never talked about it again. In the years following the marriage, his vows had never really mattered. He still slept with other people and dated around. James and his other bandmates witnessed all of it. Hell, they encouraged it for a while. They were once his friends but over time he started to see them more as coworkers than anything.

They didn't get his sound, his ideas, his art. That was alright on its own, but they didn't have to be assholes about it. They didn't have to rub it in his face about how hard he had fallen. That didn't matter anymore though. James could take his stupid band and write his own stupid songs. He didn't care. He did care, though, that you seemed to think he was good enough. He sat up a bit straighter, raising his head from the bar. He stuck out his chin and managed a sleazy smirk.

You recognized the look plastered on his face. You'd seen him in a similar state after shows and at a handful of parties. It was more annoying than attractive. You couldn't help admitting you had a thing for guys like him. They had a type of sway and attitude that made your knees weak. Simultaneously, you despised his type, especially in your industry. If you had been blackout drunk at shows, flirting with fans, and passing out on random couches, you'd be a laughing stock. No one would want to work with you. Only an asshole like him could pull all of the shit he did and still pass off as a tortured male musician. But it all seemed to be catching up to him now.

You remembered seeing him on stage at a festival, years before. He had looked a lot more controlled even with the black eyeliner just starting to run down his face. The girls thought he was hot and he played into it well. He put all his energy into the music, flipping his dark hair and swiveling his hips. Your ears had been ringing from all the girls shrieking when he ran his hands down his chest seductively while performing. You had rolled your eyes. He was hot, but way too full of himself. And now he was next to you, looking more pathetic than he ever had.

"You sounded good up there." he tried a compliment of his own.

You lit up. Very rarely were you admired for your talents. And even though the praise came from him, it meant a great deal. Most of the time the men in these bars leered at your body. They'd offer to buy you drinks in return for the alluring performance. You always rejected them, not wanting to let yourself be vulnerable in any way. It made some of the men mad, of course, but you felt all the more comfortable keeping those walls between yourself and them.

"Well, I'm flattered. When do you think you'll get back up on a stage again?" You hated to keep talking about the music but it was the only subject you figured you could relate with him about. Besides, you really were wondering. James had told you the last time they'd performed as a band had been less than a month before. Joby's expulsion from the band left them to postpone the tour, scrambling to find a replacement. But if your observances of his performances said anything, you knew it wouldn't be easy to find someone that could live up to Joby's presence. He was the lead singer for a reason.

“I could just never get on one ever again. Who fucking cares. Who would listen anyways.”

He was fishing for some flattery. You weren’t about to feed into that bullshit.

“Maybe you’re right. There’s enough sad bastards writing about women who won’t fuck them anyways.” You smiled sarcastically before taking another sip from your straw. He glared at you, surprised at the biting remark. Yeah, his lyrics could get a little stale sometimes, but what else was there to write about? It’s not like his life has been filled with much else. Besides, who were you to be talking shit while you were up there, whoring yourself out to sell drinks?

He scoffed, “Oh, yeah, like I see you doing so much better up there, little Miss Lana Del Rey cover artist.”

Your blood ran cold. If that washed up asshole thought he could insult you like that, he had another thing coming. “At least I’m doing something. And at least I do it well. And I take my work seriously enough that I don’t show up wasted for it.” you spit back, crossing your legs and suddenly feeling indignant.

He fumbled for a bit, grasping at straws for some sort of retort. He couldn’t fault you on any of those points. He could call you any nasty name he wanted to but that didn’t change how shattered he felt inside. Music had been his whole life. But almost as soon as the band had taken off, he lost the spark. He’d had humble roots and a story to tell back then. Now he was a one trick pony. He was pretending that he didn't absolutely fucking despise the singles that gave his band a name; reciting lyrics that he’d written when he was younger and his writing was sharper. The substances hadn’t fried his brain and the touring hadn’t drained his spirits then. He was a joke. A nobody. A washed up relic of albums people listened to during their high school days. You are a dying artist.

“I’m sorry…” he shook his head, feeling like his brain was a water balloon ready to burst, “I’m really not myself right now. I think I better head out.” He stood from his barstool, hand braced on the bar top to steady his lumbering frame.

“Wait, where are you staying?” Your gaze on him softened and you placed a concerned hand on his leather clad arm.

“Uhhh…the Motel 6 across the street.”

“Oh, you’re not gonna walk back there like this, are you? You have someone who can take you, right?” You looked around, trying to see if there was some girl you'd missed before. Any time you'd seen him at a show, he always had some girl hanging off his arm. But Joby met you with silence. You’d known the answer before you could even finish speaking. Most of the people Joby considered his friends left him in the dust when he got kicked out of Snake Trouble. Of course he was drinking alone.

“Shit. Let me drive you back.” You insisted. You would hate yourself if he got hurt on the way back. Over years of going out drinking with friends, you had quickly designated yourself the sober one that would make sure everyone got home safe. Besides, you had a bit of a fondness for Joby. As much of an asshole as he was, you were drawn to the persona. Especially this rawness you’d never seen from him.

Joby nodded and mumbled an okay in your direction. When he started to walk, he stumbled over his own shoes, almost falling forward and smacking his already vibrating head on the bar. But you caught him just in time. You put one hand on his chest and one on his lower back to support him.

He almost felt ashamed when he leaned into your touch until your forehead was almost on his shoulder. He hadn’t been touched in a while. The depression falling over him made it impossible for him to want to engage in one of his favorite pastimes. Even when he was having sex, it wasn’t like this. It was a closeness with all of the intimacy removed; skin rubbing on skin without making a single spark. And while he could get off, it would never compare to truly being familiar with someone.

Your hands were soft and your voice was smooth as you whispered, “You alright?”

He nodded again, this time his breath seemed stuck in his throat. Be normal about this, will you? She’s just being nice. You need nice right now. But the breath stayed stuck as you grabbed his hand and led him out the door to your car. God, he was going to have the most insane headache the next morning.

The car ride was quiet until you turned on the radio, letting some random country music station play. When you finally pulled into the motel and helped him out of your car, he still felt that electric feeling on his spine where you’d touched him. He felt around his pockets and searched his wallet before realizing that his room keycard wasn’t with him. Mentally retracing his steps it hit him.

You saw his face go blank when he admitted, “I left my keycard in the room.” It would be too late to go to the front desk and ask for another. But you couldn’t just leave him. Not when it was this cold out. You were already shivering in your light dress.

You sighed, “Come on, let’s just go back to my place. We’ll come back in the morning and you can sort this out when you’re sober.” Joby couldn’t believe his luck that he managed to run into you, didn’t even remember your name, and insulted you, and yet you were willing to take him in for a night. You’d let him sleep on your couch and then he’d get to see you again in the morning. Sure, he probably wasn’t going to see you again after that, but it was something to him.

#danonation #paul dano #joby taylor x reader #joby taylor #for ellen #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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Could you do Yancy w/ prompts # 22, 24, & 49? Thanks! ;w;

Dance with me

(Yancy x reader)

Summary: a fight with Yancy turns into a strange drunken encounter.

Prompts:

“That was kind of cute.”

“Can you stop being so adorable, I’m trying to be angry!”

“Dance with me.

Warning: angst

"Yancy, we've been together for almost over a year and you still won't tell me what happened. I get it, you don't want to talk about it but you have to trust me. Don't you want to trust me?" You glare at the man before you. The solemn look in his eyes turning dark and murky. Lifting his arms and crossing them over his chest he presses his lips into a thin line.

"No. Youse don't get it." He shifts nervously and looks away from you, his movements sharp and jagged. Dropping his arms he steps forward, pointing an accusing finger at your chest. "I'd like to think I can trust you but at this point I don't even understand why I still do." He snaps. Pains swims in his eyes as he looks at you. His chest heaves as he stands there. Hesitation flashes through his before he snatches his hand away and steps back.

Guilt shoots through your chest. Turning on his heel Yancy begins to walk away. You reach out, changing the image of him leaving. "Wait!" He stops in his tracks before looking back at you. The neatly smoothed back strands of his hair falling out of place. "What?! You want me to wait, to stop, to stay here so you can continue to do this to me!" Shaking his head and closing his eyes he shouts. "I've had enough!" You flinch back from his raised voice.

"I'm done!" Turning, he opens the door and steps out. It slams behind him, the apartment shaking in his wake.

Burning tears fill your eyes as sobs bubble from your throat. Grasping at you chest as you slowly lowered yourself to the ground, where you curl into yourself, you cry. "God damnit." You blink through your tear filled eyes. "Damnit all."

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Rain splashes against the cold window, the different car light illuminating it's foggy glass. There's a jingle of keys before the door opens and clicks back shut. Turning, you look back to see Yancy standing there. Your heart lurches in your chest as you rush over to him. The cold chills you as you engulf him in a hug, your tear all but pouring.

Yancy looks down at you sobbing against him, his expression flat. "Yancy, I'm so sorry. That was so fucked up..." Your voice fades and you fall into sobs. The corners of his mouth pull downwards at the sight before him. His hands stay in his pockets, burning to get out.

Reaching out, he wraps his arms around you tightly. A small smile tugs at his lips as he finally gives in to his emotion. "I'm so sorry I left like that. I should've come back and made things right." He says. He slides a hand up your back, grasping the back of your head to pull you further against him

Except, he didn't. He stares down at you unmoving. Your stomach churns and realization swallows you whole. Lifting your hand and stepping back from him you look up to he him gazing off somewhere else. Sucking in a shaky breath, you cover your face with your hands. "Fuck. Yancy. I'm sorry. I know that won't fix anything but I swear I would go to the ends of the earth to make those words mean something to you." A small sob falls from your lips as you drop your hands and look back up at him. "Please. Yancy, don't let me ruin this."

Cold silence falls over you as a soft song plays in the background. Perfect in the moment, even the words. Maybe you shouldn't have started listening finally turning away from Yancy with your arms wrapped around yourself, you walk towards the window. A surge of sour sadness hits you and you lower your head. Your shoulders shake with your sobs. Yancy looks over at you, his eyes softening at the scene.

Abruptly, who hands grasp you hips and pull you back. Your back in sheltered against Yancy as he wraps his arms around your torso and hides his face away in the nape of your neck. His breathing tickles your skin. "Can youse stop being so adorable? I'm trying to be angry, and you're breaking my heart."

His words sucked the strength right out from underneath you, a shudder shot through your legs and you collapse. Pulling Yancy down with you melt against him, your hands gripping at his arms as your lean your head back against him. Tears soak your face as you sob. He turns his head, the stubble on his face scratching your cheek as he presses a chaste kiss on your face.

Alcohol fills your smell. Scrunching up your nose and snorting, you raise a hand to his head. "Did you drink because of me?" You ask. He hiccups against your skin.

"It hurt." He mumbles.

Frowning, you remove his arms from around you and turn to face him. Grabbing both sides of his face, you speak. "Im so sorry." Leaning your head forward, you press your forehead against his. "I shouldn't have done anything." You say. After a moment, he sighs. Reaching up and grabbing your hand he pulls them away from his face and intertwines your fingers with his.

"You're right, you shouldn't have. But you did anyway." His words fill you with dread.

"but I can fix it. Right?"

Yancy is quiet, his eyes glued to your hands. With your heart pounding in your ears, you suck in a breath. "Dance with me?" He finally asks. Your eyes widen as he sits up straight, his head moving away from yours. Your shock subdues shortly after, your blank gaze making Yancy smile. "That's kind of cute." He blurts.

You furrow your brows. "What? What is?" You ask as he gets to his feet. Pulling your hand, he tugs you up with him. "Your face just now." He gently squeezes your hands.

Snorting softly you shake your head. "That has nothing to do with this." Your lips strain to hold back a smile.

"it doesn't matter, just don't pressure me anymore and dance."

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Notes: it's been awhile since I did a request so here's a little drabble I did in a rush. I hope you enjoy, happy Halloween.

#ahwm yancy #yancy x reader #markiplier egos x reader #yancy the prisoner #iswm x reader #ahwm x reader

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tehkatie · 8 months

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Only Friends Ep4 Live Blog:

C’mon Sand focused

There goes Ray looking fine as hell again

Oh my god this guy is so extra like you bumped into him

They always kicking somebody lmaoooo

Periodt kick him tf out

We love Yo

RAY GETS THE 25 HOUR DON’T MIND ME JUST SOBBING

C’mon breakfast

They got me kicking my feet

Ray is so irritating lmaooo

ITS LIKE 5 MINUTES IN CALM DOWN

Someone called this show Thottin and Boppin in Bangkok and they were not wrong lmaooo

Here come Nick being a cock block

Spending the whole day together? Oooookay.

They are so cuuuuute. I just want them together. Please P’JoJo don’t let me down.

Why did I think Nick was bout to listen to that recording at the gym? Lmaoooooo

Top is fine as hell. I understand Boston I do.

I need Ray’s closet like omfg

The way Sand looks at Ray? I’m crying

The way Ray looks at Sand? Sobbing

Not Sand wanting to be a reseller

THIS IS A DATE THEIR SECOND ONE BY THE WAY

Sand is having too much fun

OH MY GOD ITS THE SCENE

Not in the dressing room RELAX

PART 2

Here Boston go looking good tf

My thing is I really do believe Boston has built up a complex when it comes to Nick.

Nick……..shuffling up your style? Okay.

They keep hinting at Boston not wanting recordings to get out…..methinks Nick will have his villain era.

Neo and Mark are cute I need them in a different show after this one.

Not him just describing a relationship lmaoooo

NICK BABY STAY STRONG

The chills I just got when Top and Mew came on screen. Omfg.

Top ain’t say shit lmaooo

Back to my babies

Oh my gosh Summer is pretty. Face card impeccable.

This made me want to go to a concert and I really like this song

PART 3

Ray is gonna be me singing Night Love all day lmaooo

Same Sand. Festivals are so fun

The chemistry my god

HIS MOM IS A MESS LMAOOOO

HE SPENT HIS WHOLE BIRTHDAY WITH RAY?! SAND THAT IS IN LOVE SHIT!!

Oh it’s tomorrow. Still though!!

His mom is sweet awwww

Sand omg lmaooooo

KHAO BOUT TO SING AHHHHHH

THIS SONG?!

His mom got they tea

I GUESS NOT SAND YOU ARE GONE

Boston being the one to get this phone call has me CACKLING

Boston and Top ain’t shit. Really kekeing around Mew knowing what they did. Massive betrayal.

PART 4

Mew don’t do it!

I am upset.

The opening up? I’m crying.

LMAOOOO SAND’S MOM IS A LEGEND

Bout to start sobbing I feel it.

Ray saying it like it’s nothing but he’s literally still dealing with the trauma. I am heartbroken.

Boston is upset and about to make it everyone’s problem. Uuuuuugh.

Here we go omg. I can see this episode is going to end sad.

Nick calling them out lmaooooo

BOSTON SHUT THE FUCK UP JESUS CHRIST

BEAT HIS ASS RAY OH MY GOD

BOSTON IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS

NO THEY DIDN’T YOU IDIOT

I can not stand Boston wow.

They had such a good day and here goes Boston. 😭

Episode 6 gone be crazy

#katie af #only friends the series

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taliah-tezel · 11 months

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“ oh misty eye of the mountain below ”

location: cliff top @ lake mead mentions: @emiri-tezel @nathanial-donovan song: celtic woman - i see fire ( click here to listen ) wordcount: 3028 triggers: hallucination nightmares, reckless intent, depression, near death, all-round sad girl breakdown vibes, proceed with caution

“ desolation comes upon the sky... ”

“Five more minutes?” Taliah sighs, huddling her legs a little closer to her chest. Sitting atop of a mountain overlooking Silver Lake, the cold was hardly a hindrance, not when the company was such a comfort. “Always five more minutes with you, isn’t it? Some things don’t change.” The woman chuckles, relenting with a soft smile and a nod. “Five minutes.” Lifting an arm to invite Taliah to come and huddle into her, she does so without hesitation. “I had all these things to say, to tell you but… I can’t remember any of them now.” Taliah frowns. “Why can’t I remember them?” Leaning back to stare into the mirror of her own eyes, there’s an unsettling chill setting in her bones. “You don’t need to, I’ve been with you for all of it,” she smiles, tucking Taliah’s hair behind her ears. “How else do you think I know you’re losing your way, bebeğim?” ( translation: my baby ) “It’s time for you to find it again, before it’s too late.” Ah, there it was, the warning that had caused the chill before it was even spoken. “Too late? I don’t understand?” Like the picture of innocence, a child lost and looking for guidance, Taliah looks to her for explanation. “Wake up.” Is the only one the woman parts with, making her brows knit together in confusion. “Taliah, you need to wake up!” The woman raises her voice, startling her to the point she scrambled to her feet. Brown eyes look out to the view of the valley, the water that was now a pool of flames clawing their way up the mountain. “No, no! I’m – I want to stay. Please, please don’t leave me. This always happens, you always leave me... Why can’t you just stay?” Choking on a sob as she whips her head back around to look at the woman, what she sees makes her legs give out under her, just like it’s done countless times before. It didn’t matter how many or even how often these nightmares occurred, she was always convinced they were real until she would wake up in a cold sweat with tears down her cheeks. The woman was no longer a vision of beauty and warm energy but just a body of burning flesh that makes Taliah scream in despair. When there’s no air left in her lungs, no escape from the flames surrounding her, she bows her head down to the ground and cries. Not for herself but for the woman now just out of her reach, swallowed up by the flames, bloody andburned. “...Mama,” she wails, digging her nails into the dirt. One word, one name capable of causing a feeling so devastating that it haunted her dreams, twisting them into nightmares she couldn’t escape.

“ ... now i see fire, inside the mountain, ”

Head laid against her arms resting on her kitchen table, Taliah woke with a gasp and a disorientated look of pure panic. Usually, it was just a few seconds before she registered the fact she had only been dreaming, that there was no danger, no need to do anything other than wipe her tears and calm down. Not this time. This time, her eyes opened to black smoke that made it hard to see as far as the table she was sitting at. “Shit – shit, shit!” Knocking the chair over as she stood to her feet, she looked over at the hob she had been boiling noodles on. Having accidently fallen asleep, she didn’t know how long for, all she knew was that the blinds on the window over the stove were up in flames and daring to spread over to the wooden cupboards. Coughing and spluttering her way to the pantry, she retrieves a small fire extinguisher and makes short work of popping the pin and putting out every flame. With no clear air to take a good breath, she stumbles out the back door and into her garden, falling onto her knees. It takes her a couple minutes to stop coughing and a couple more to catch her breath as her mind scolds her for being so reckless. Swiping the sweat away from her brow, she looks over at the door and watches as the smoke disperses. She could only blame herself, coming in from yet another bender and not just going to bed? It felt like a wake up call to shape up, if ever there was one. After the air was relatively clear in side the kitchen, she picks herself up off the ground and walks back in. Brown eyes look at the damage but there’s nothing left inside her to care, she felt like a shadow of herself, a beating heart just out of touch with reality. In all her dishevel, she grabs her car keys and walks through the house and out the front door in her socks. Perhaps that would be the first indication to any onlooker that she wasn’t okay, nor was she really in a good mind to drive anywhere. Taliah wasn’t thinking clearly, she hadn’t been for quite some time if she dared to be honest with herself. The downward spiral just kept on spinning, pulling her closer to the bottom with every passing day. Drowning her emotions out with alcohol, holding her people at arms length to keep them from noticing something is amiss, even putting distance between herself and Emiri because the sadness that came from just looking at her was almost unbearable. It couldn’t continue, and after tonight? There’s no way it could.

“ and i see fire, burning the trees, ”

"Fucking hell.” She cursed out a sigh as she sat herself down in the very same place from her nightmare. Just a low hill right on top of the running valley lake, it was a spot she favored, a place she always came to when she needed space. It brought her peace and yet, at the same time, it filled her with such despair. For whatever reason, this place she felt peace at consciously had become the same location of her subconscious nightmares. And in spite of that, here she was, again, like a glutton for punishment. Or perhaps just a soul so incredibly lost that it would endure such punishment for just one second of the peace this spot brought, one moment of breath that didn’t feel like such a struggle. “What am I doing?” Dropping her head into her hands, she can feel the sting of tears, the unfiltered misery that as of late, only seems to take a tighter grip around her. The fire she had woken up to had shaken her enough to recall her own mortality. Life was so fleeting and these last few months, what was she doing to make the most of her time here on this earth? Slowly closing in on herself, pushing people away, putting on a show so Oscar-worthy even she couldn't see the act, wasn't willing to acknowledge how much she was suffocating. “I’m just so tired, mama.” She whispers into the air. One breath in, one breath out, repeat. Her chin tips up, her eyes close as she hugs her arms around her legs and begins to rock back and forth. Willing herself even now to just hold it together, but it’s a daring glance to her left that sees that waterfall in her eyes break free in a woeful sob. Oh, how much she wished to see her mother sitting by her side, the empty space only reminded her of how reality could never make that possible, no matter how much she cried. Still, the tears started to spill out and down her cheeks for the first time since the festival that saw her Uncle Serkan bleed out right under her hands - 6 months ago, 184 days to be exact. Months of pushing that pain away, throwing herself into every distraction no matter if it was irresponsible or even immoral and this was the result. Alone on a cliff top with little hope that the emotions that crippled her would ever let her breathe. It was the buzzing of her phone in her back pocket that she uses to try and distract herself, like there was still something stopping her from giving in to her own misery. There's a moment where she just watches the caller ID, knowing now was not really the time for what she assumed would be polite chit-chat. It was those ever-present worries that prompt her to pick it up, just incase something was wrong. Clearing her throat, she takes a deep breath and hits answer, bringing the phone to her ear, hoping to muster most of her usual chirp...

“ and i see fire, hollowing souls, ”

[Taliah:] "Hello, angel." [Nate:] The moment she answered he found himself sighing out of relief, a lingering pause on his end due to how chirpy her voice sounded — something that didn’t compare to the apartment he was currently stood in, “Where are ya, Tali.” [Taliah:] "Um... why?" She says quietly, swiping at the stray tears on her cheeks. It's hard to keep her tone steady. "I'm... I uh-" Pausing, she pulls the phone away from her ear and puts a hand over her mouth, choking back a sob. How was she supposed to say she didn't want to talk and not have him worry? A deep breath in, she puts him on speaker. "Can I call you later, Nate?" [Nate:] Feeling himself frown he can’t help the concern that seems to grow at her attempt to talk. A vast difference to the way in which she answered seconds ago. “No,” he shook his head lightly, “How about you tell me where I can find you, hm? I’m stood in your apartment, okay? I know you’re not okay.” His tone was soft, quiet, soothing almost. [Taliah:] "Oh." Is all she can say. It wasn't until he said he was in her home that she understood why he wasn't willing to hang up. Excuses seemed futile, why try and deny what he already knew? "Nate..." After a long pause, she sighs. "Tell me something nice? And then I'll come home." She didn't really want him out searching for her, it seemed like the best course of action. [Nate:] Moving from her kitchen he takes a seat on the arm of her couch, free hand running through his hair briefly, nerves on his part skyrocketing because that wasn’t the response he was after. Allowing a pause he sighed, “Only if you promise I’ll see you walk through that door.” He didn’t necessarily believe right now that she would come home. [Taliah:] "Well I've got nowhere else to go." She mumbles, feeling like there was a lot more weight to those words than he knew. Like she was admitting defeat, too tired to keep running away from her own grief. "I promise." [Nate:] Nodding faintly a couple of times there’s a brief moment of silence, a space he used to think of something to tell her, “Okay… My mom used to always make me these lil’ cookies in the shape of a monkey when I was younger, y’know, decorated their faces.. always too much icing but I ate them anyway. She’d call me her little monkey but really I was just her lil shit y’know? Whenever I was down or sad.. whatever, she’d bring heaps of these cookies into me. She always made out that she baked too many or they just didn’t sell enough at the shop, when really we both knew she was lyin’…” he chuckles softly, “I actually have the same cookie cutter at home, only thing of hers I got…Still makes me smile.” He found himself smiling sadly; it was bittersweet. “Taliah…” he sighs before, “You know I’m here for you, right?” [Taliah:] His something nice brings a faint but soft smile to her lips, especially at the mention of being called little monkey. Those were the type of memories you couldn't replace. "I know." She whispers, already feeling like she could burst into another fit of tears. Kindness really did tug at the heartstrings, especially when it came from the likes of Nate. "I love you." Lower lip wobbling, she cuts the call off before he can hear her cry.

Oh, and cry she does. Like a dam had broken, all she could do now was lose her breath with every blubber. Twisting her body to the side, she plants her hands down on the ground as her breathless sobs turned into grief-filled, angry screams. Fists collided with the dirt, a tear and a wail for every fist in the dirt, trying to vent out every ounce of her pain that could be freed. Futile, really. Taliah only stopped yelling when her voice was so raw, the air caught in her throat, when her knuckles felt too bloody and bruised to keep punching into the dirt. Unable to catch her breath, she starts coughing in-between sobs so violently gut-wrenching they made her entire body tremble. Crouched over on her knees, her arms moved to wrap around herself, tears falling free from her eyes, every cry, every breath in caused an ache in her chest and a dizzying haze in her vision. She had to calm down, take in a real breath and steady herself; but even trying to do that felt like an uphill battle she didn't have the strength to climb. "Come on, breathe, breathe." Talking to herself, she's trying to fight for her own sanity, fight the war in spite of believing she's already lost the battle. The breathing technique helped for all of a minute, calmed her enough to gently roll and collapse onto her back. Hands over her chest, she could feel the throbbing in her knuckles and the regret of how she had handled this half a year. Or more accurately, how she had not handled it at all.

“ and i see fire, blood in the breeze... ”

"God," she chokes out a manic laugh, shaking her head up at the sky, wondering just how she had gotten to this point. If she let herself think about it, it was always going to be inevitable. Her ability to disassociate from her pain and trauma had been a craft she'd mastered at the fragile age of 15, again at 20, and most recently, a few months ago. And hey, when in doubt, laugh it out, right? Even if it lacked the foundation to be funny, that's part of what made it so hilarious. Taliah was always so unwilling to let the pain in order to process it and heal & some may call that a gift. In reality, it was more like a bomb counting down to zero, or one more straw to finally break the camels back. "I'm so sorry." Sniffing, she swipes at her tears, hoping that wherever her mom was, wherever Serkan was, they'd know how much she meant it. Feeling much like a failure, her self-sabotage was allowing her to think they'd be so disappointed in her. As tragic as that was, it was also one of the main reasons she now realized she had to do things differently. Be a better version of herself. Taliah climbs to her feet, still focusing on her breathing as she turns to walk back down the cliff, return home, walk through the door, as promised. However, a gentle glow in the sky makes her stop and turn back around, brown eyes looking deep into the orange sunset. There's even a soft smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth as she took the moment to appreciate just how beautiful it was. It was as though rational thought had shut down, sanity had arguably left the vicinity as an impulsive thought speaks to her with no logical thought to deter it. A grin spread across her face and without a second to really weigh the risk, she ran as fast as her feet could take her, up to the edge of the cliff and off in one giant leap. The freedom and peace that came from free falling was exhilarating, though it was very short-lived. Her body hit the water with an echoing smack, breaking through the surface as her body descended under. The area wasn't built for diving, not that she knew that, nor did she anticipate that the depth wasn't deep enough not to collide with the rocky bottom. Her right side takes the brunt of the collision and the pain that radiates across her skin forces an intake of breath. Inhaling water, she does her best to push up to the surfaces as fast as she can. Ignoring the pain stemming down her entire right side, she coughs and splutters as she swims to the edge, crawling out of the water. "Not good," Taliah mutters through her coughing. "Bad. Bad idea. Terrible." Literally scolding her own actions, it's not having an answer as to why that's perhaps the most daunting part of doing it in the first place. Where was the survival instinct at that moment? Or should the question actually be, if it was present, why wasn't it strong enough to stop her being so reckless with her life? Did she want to die? No, nor was this an attempt to achieve that. Though for a fleeting second, just one moment caught in the breeze of the wind up there at the top, maybe she didn't care either way. Down here on the bottom, however, she realized she did care. Perhaps not enough, or not in the way she should, but she cared more than enough about the people around her. Those who would be devastated if something happened to her. There were ways to go before she thought she could be as kind to herself as they were to her, but if brushing with death not once but twice today had taught her anything? It was that she wanted to try.

“ and i hope that you remember me. ”

#;; self para #triggers listed at the top

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vimbry · 1 year

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tagged by @uighean ! <3

tea, coffee, or soda? none I have a baby palate. but I actually haven't tried that many teas!

dogs or cats? both but.... I prefer dogs a little bit more, especially because I had one growing up. <3

can you play an instrument? nooo but I do own a couple so. I Really should... I've had a little guitar in my bedroom since I was like 8, and it's really out of tune so I'd have to put it back again

what’s your sun sign? gemini, and astrology things are really mean to me about it

first song lyrics that came into your head? bc I listened to it last night: as your body floats down third street, with the burn-smell factory closing uuuup. yes it's sad to say, you will romanticiiiise, all the things you've known beforeee

do you have any tattoos? nope they're cool & I love the idea of them, but I know I'd get bored easy

favourite place you’ve travelled? omg I dunno... I enjoyed the few times I went up to the hebrides to stay with cousins as a kid. I also really liked copenhagen, especially nyhavn! I know it's a real cliche picturesque place, but I had such a good evening there with friends once!

what’s the last movie you watched? rewatched "only yesterday" and please please everyone watch that, too. I know suggestions are off-putting but it's SUCH a wonderful, life-affirming story about discovering where you're loved and belong in adulthood. watch that and "kiki's delivery service" back to back like I did to feel something lmao.

what languages do you speak? ahh only english. I should learn something tho bc it's fascinating and helpful, but it just gets overwhelming and intimidating because I don't know what to start with lol. I was briefly learning german but I forgot it all by now.

do you have any hobbies? drawing and making comics sometimes, photography, gardening, video games!

you can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? uhhh uhh uhhh. I mean the first that came to mind was yotsuba's dad LMAO. like if I'm taking it really practically, that'd be the easiest one to chill with.

compliment yourself: ok. I think I've gotten a lot better at things than I give myself credit for :) and people have said I make them laugh so. I'm funny hehe

I think a lot of people got tagged on this one already, so please do take it if you want n don't be shy!! that means you! <3

#tag meme

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hopefulstarfire · 2 years

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I have more incorrect quotes for the ocs. Have at them.

Iris: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for thirty minutes can't? Alister: Seconded.

River: I love you. You're the best big brother. Did I ever tell you congratulations on Kaibaland? Are you doing something different with your hair? It looks nice. The-- Seto: What do you want. River: Nothing! Can't I tell you how much I love and appreciate you without you thinking there's an ulterior motive? Seto: Mhm. Sure. Ten minutes later River: …Hey, Seto, would you mind driving Mokie, Rebecca and me to the movies?…and buying our tickets and snacks-- Seto: slams his hands against the laptop I KNEW IT-

Kat: Sometimes, I feel like a loaf of bread. Kat: Everyone keeps taking a slice of me until all that's left is two crusty pieces that no one wants. And I just want to scream, "Appreciate me, damn it!" Kat: But I don't. Why? Because my mother always told me that "Nice girls shouldn't make a fuss" and now I'm a FLIPPIN' DOORMAT!

Maddox: You need to stop this jaywalking crap. Joey: Miss me with that gay shit. Maddox: What gay shit, the law!?

Yugi: Why are Kat and Bakura sitting with their backs to each other? Iris: They're fighting. Yugi: Why are they holding hands then? Iris: They get sad when they fight.

Kat: Please, I'm begging you, go the the doctor! Bakura: I'm sorry, is this our stab wound? Bakura: No. Stay out of it.

Iris: Seto has no survival skills. His need to win has replaced them. Yugi: That can't be true. Iris: calling out Hey Seto! Race you downstairs-- Seto: jumps down from a couple stories above Seto: proceeds to jump through the window, doing a superhero landing pose Seto: Seto: I won. Iris: WE'RE ALREADY DOWNSTAIRS YOU IDIOT--

Maddox: First date idea is we go out for coffee and then the date lasts the entire weekend and then we move in together by the end of the month. Rishid: By the end of the week.

Alister: We should get married. Iris: choking on her coffee We should? Alister: Yeah, because if I'm your husband I'll never be asked to testify against you in court.

At a Stevie Nicks concert Kat: What do you think she's gonna play next, Max? Pegasus: I don't know, but if it's Edge of Seventeen, back up, I need some twirling room. Song starts to play Pegasus: Ah, this is it, this is it! Back up back up back up! Pegasus: starts to twirl

Chelsea: We've never met Joeys parents. But, judging from Joey, I think it's safe to assume they're-- Chelsea: --And this is nothing against Joey, we love Joey-- Chelsea: Monstrously stupid sewer people.

Vance: to his kids and the Yugi gang This weekends safety brief; Vance: Don't add to the population, don't subtract from the population. Vance: Don't end up in the hospital, newspaper or jail. Vance: If you end up in jail, establish dominance quickly. Vance: Have a good weekend.

Before that one big gang road trip Maddox: Alright, listen up, before we go any further, I'm gonna lay down a few rules, alright? Maddox: Commandment number one; shut the hell up. Maddox: Commandment number two; there's nothing I can do about the sun! Maddox: Commandment number three; there are no more jolly ranchers! They're all gone! Maddox: Commandment number four; when we pass a billboard, please don't read it out loud. Maddox: Alright? Now, c'mon, let's get going!

Weevil: None of those words are in the bible. Kat: Psalm 119:105. "And Jesus said unto his followers, should a manlet incel attempt to mainsplain the blockchain to a girlboss, may she waste his time and yassify his blorbos." Weevil: HE DID NOT FUCKING SAY THAT.

Serenity: Why are you sitting in a circle of salt? Kat: crossing her arms Oh, my boyfriend's a vengeful demon ghost and I'm mad at him. Serenity: concerned Oh, no! Bakura: trying to ram through the invisible barrier it made You can't sit inside that barrier forever! Kat: You stop doing your blood harvests and THEN we'll talk!\

Wes: to Bakura So, just chill out. Drink a seven up. Eat a moon pie. Wes: Quit murderin' people.

Gozaburo: You are annoyingly vain. Kat: Lmao you'd be surprised at how much I actually hate myself.

Kat: What if we went to dinner…not as friends? Kaiba: As enemies? Kat:

Yugi: Is he always like this when he loses? Iris: Oh, yeah. You should have been there for the Great Jenga Tantrum. Seto: YOU BUMPED THE TABLE AND YOU KNOW IT!

Having to face off against Ziegfried Maddox: chuckles darkly Maddox: I will not be blackmailed by some ineffectual, priviledged, effete, soft penised debutante. Maddox: You wanna start a street fight with me, bring it on, but you're gonna be surprised by how ugly it gets. Maddox: You don't even know my real name! Maddox: I'm the fucking lizard king.

Bakura: holding out a diamond necklace to Kat It's not stealing; it's secret borrowing.

Joey: Have ya ever been told you can be a lil intimidatin'? Iris: Yes. Every day of my life since kindergarten.

Iris: Are you saying I'm your favorite hot mess? Alister: Actually, I'm my favorite hot mess. But you're a close second.

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fangirl-writes · 3 years

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Ghost of You

Calum Hood x Reader

Warning(s): death, mourning, Calum crying on stage. Angst.

Notes: I saw a video on tiktok of Cal singing his heart out to this song so here we are. Not revised, written in one session.

Summary: Based on the song Ghost Of You.

The boys were hesitant to keep the tour dates after what happened. Everyone needs time and they thought that the space between the accident and the first show wasn’t long enough.

But Calum disagreed. He assured his bandmates that he would have no trouble by the time the show came around.

They were skeptical, argued with him to the contrary, but Calum just looked at them with tears in his brown eyes and said, “Please. Please let me do this. She would have wanted me to do what I love.”

They didn’t argue after that.

Calum woke up the morning before they hit the road facing the side of the bed that would never be filled again.

He can’t sleep there. He hasn’t even made an effort to make the bed, holding on to the last outlines of where you had once been.

The sheets were ruffled and the comforter was pushed near the end of the bed, your pillow was propped up against the headboard where you had been sitting, drinking out of your coffee cup.

The coffee cup that still sat on the bedside table just next to your side of the bed.

A small tear fell from Calum’s eye as he noticed the ever fading lipstick stain on the rim. A subtle, but pretty pink that you always wore. The one that would sometimes stain his cheek before he went out on stage.

He wiped the tear and tried to smile.

Oh, what you’d say if you could speak to him now. “Wipe those tears away, Cal. You’ll be just fine.”

I’ll be just fine. Calum thought. Eventually, I’ll be just fine.

He got up from the bed, not bothering to prepare himself for the day yet.

His suitcases sat fully packed by the door; ready to be loaded onto the tour bus for the next few months.

He always had more suitcases than you did, for obvious reasons. But he swore you could fit everything you owned in that one little suitcase. A suitcase that wouldn’t be used again, and probably wouldn’t leave the closet.

Calum sighed, pushing away the thoughts and walking out of the bedroom. Trying to drown the thoughts of you out, like he always did, trying to think of anything else.

But he found walking down that hallway to make it especially hard.

In that hallway, in those photos, he swears he can see the ghost of you.

The first one hanging there is a picture of you and him that he used to find almost hilarious to behold. It was an older one, back when they were just getting big and he was still a teenager, it was one of you and him, taken when you were just a fan. Someone Calum didn’t think he’d probably ever see again.

But life works in mysterious ways.

The one across from that was the most recent, it was a selfie you took at Michael and Crystal’s wedding. Your tongue was hanging out of your mouth and you’d made you eyes cross, Calum was making a duck face, doing the same to his eyes.

It never failed to make him laugh.

Next was your first paparazzi appearance. You joked it was your claim to fame, being followed and snapped in a professional photo with Cal. It wasn’t anything special, really. Just a picture of the two of you walking down a street in L.A, holding hands and decked out in what was probably your laziest outfits ever. Calum had on a dark pair of sunglasses and you were smiling up at him, probably about to crack a joke to get that stoic look off his face.

The rest were either family photos, photos of him and the boys, you and your friends, or just silly pictures of the two of you together.

He tried to walk as fast through that hall as he could, trying to keep the tears from reaching his eyes.

But he couldn’t take them down. It might kill him.

He made it to the kitchen with little resistance and poured himself his own cup of coffee, trying to focus on the upcoming tour and not think about you.

He had deleted social media off his phone. He couldn’t take the constant notifications and reminders and apologies from fans. They missed you too, but Calum missed you an ungodly amount more.

He frowned when he saw the empty vodka bottle sitting on his kitchen counter. God his place was a mess. He needed to at least clean up before he left, maybe that’d get his mind off things.

Put on some music. Yeah, that’d be okay.

He finished his cup of coffee, washing the mug before hurrying off to get the other tasks finished before he had to leave.

He took out the trash, cleaned out the fridge, put away his dishes, swept the floors, vacuumed the floors, cleaned the windows, dusted the shelves.

All that was left was laundry.

He made it to the laundry room easily. But once he was in there, nothing was harder.

He filled a load with his dirty clothes, turning on the machine before tentatively reaching for the basket that held yours.

He blinked back tears when he noticed the old Zeppelin shirt sitting in there. The one that your wore when you ran away, and no one could feel your hurt.

“He’s a rockstar,” your family had said. “it won’t last.”

“I’m in love with him,” you had replied.

Too young, too dumb, to know things like love. Calum thought with a shake of his head. What did they know? But I know better, now.

Calum went through the rest of your clothes, a memory surfacing for almost each one. A old 5sos merch shirt that you’d worn on your first date, not even thinking about it. A pair of music note socks that he had a matching pair of. A pair of skinny jeans you had a love-hate relationship with. A white bra that you had thrown on stage at one of their concerts as a joke, only for it to end up catching on the neck of Calum’s bass.

He smiled at the memory. His entire face had gone bright red and he had looked down at you with an almost scandalized look. The other boys had to stop the song because they were laughing too hard.

He let your clothes lay back in the hamper after he was done. He didn’t see a reason to wash them yet.

But he tucked that old Zeppelin shirt into his travel bag.

He loaded his bags into the back of Michael’s car, ready to head to the bus. Crystal waved at him from the passenger seat, he waved back.

“You got your keys?”

Calum blinked, not even realizing he was going to need those now. “I didn’t even lock the door,”

Michael laughed, pushing his friend lightly towards his house again. “Go get them.”

Calum chuckled back, hurrying to do so.

It hadn’t even dawned on him that you wouldn’t be there to watch the house, that he needed to lock the door. He had already sent Duke to stay at Luke and Sierra’s but locking his door? He’d never even thought of it.

He grabbed his keys before pausing.

Yours were hanging there, too. A keychain with your initials on it dangling next to the keys.

He grabbed those instead.

“You ready for this, mate?” Ashton asked him as he slid into the back seat.

“Yeah,” Calum said, softly, caressing the keychain with his thumb. “Yeah, I am.”

And as Michael took off, looking back at his house, Calum could’ve sworn he saw the ghost of you.

***

The night was going great so far, the crowd was pumped up, screaming and hollering.

Cal had managed to get lost in the music, forgetting about his problems for hours.

Until the song he had been dreading all night.

He almost asked if they could take it off the setlist after he saw it.

But then they’d have given the sad, almost pitying look that they did when they talked about canceling the tour. And he didn’t think he could stand those looks again.

He took a deep breath as the piano notes began. He could do this.

“Let’s see those lights up in your hands,” Luke said, holding his arm up.

Calum reached his microphone and his breath caught in his throat.

Someone was holding a picture of you up. Almost as if they knew.

His eyes darted to a different part of the crowd only to find an even larger poster being held up and illuminated by the stage lights. It read your name, your birthday, and the day you-

Calum looked away again, trying to blink back tears.

“Wow look at all those-” Luke voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “Wow, you guys, this is...”

There were maybe hundreds of posters or photos being held up now along with the phone lights.

“You know, this is my first concert without her in a long time,” Calum found himself saying into the mic. “And this way she’s still here. Thank you guys. Thank you so much.”

The fans cried out in response and Calum cleared his throat, saying to his bandmates away from the mic. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Singing the song, Cal hadn’t realized how much it fit his situation until just then. He hoped it wasn’t some screwed up sort of fate that they would write this song and then he would lose you.

“So I drown it out like I always do,” Luke sang. “Dancing through our house...”

“With the ghost of you,” Calum chimed in, mind filled with thoughts of you. He didn’t drown them out this time, he just let them come.

“And I chase it down, with a shot of truth. Dancing through our house, with the ghost of you,”

“Too young... too dumb... to know things like love,” He could feel the tears falling down his cheeks. “Too young... too dumb...”

“You go!” Luke shouted, allowing the crowd to sing the chorus.

“So I drown it out like I always do,” They sang and Calum hung his head back, trying to hide his tears as he listened. “Dancing through our house. with the ghost of you.”

You would have loved this. You would have said that it gave you chills, hearing the crowd sing such a haunting song back to them.

“And I chase it down with a shot of truth. That my feet don't dance...”

“Like they did with you.” Luke sang the last line with the crowd before the stage went black and Calum rushed off to the side of the stage.

The boys followed quickly, wrapping him in a hug after they reached him, and for the first time since you’d been gone, Calum let himself just cry. He didn’t push it down or wipe his tears, he just cried. He let his best friends hold him and he cried.

But just there, like everywhere, wrapped in the arms of his friends, Calum could have sworn he felt the ghost of you.

#calum hood x reader #calum hood x y/n #calum hood x you #calum hood imagine

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um-talia · 3 years

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Rating The Moon Signs

omg I’ve seen many people do this and I love talking shit so imma piggy back off of em. (This is based off of my personal experiences ofc 🕺🏽)

🐑 Aries Moon : So the people I’ve met with this placement were giving very much attention whores. Like I don’t understand as to why y’all feel the need to be so impulsive but it’s kinda hot ngl. My Aries Mars rocks with y’all heavy but can we chill with the 5 second tantrums ?? 👩🏽‍🦯 but I love y’all passion don’t get me wrong. These natives who I met online were usually the hot headed trollers or the ones who would repeat the same jokes to roast people 💀💀 My Rating: 6.5, do better ❤️

🐑 Taurus Moon : All the Taurus Moons I know do drugs heavily and just involve themselves in deadpan humor. Y’all so pretty with a hint of funny looking tho. Just stroke their egos for a good 2 days and show some sort of consistency and then they’ll wanna fuck fasho. omg and please tell me why y’all get so bland outta nowhere, the type to stay on the phone and just enjoy your presence. My Rating : 8, imma give u neck kisses

🐑 Gemini Moon : Another well known druggy in my life. Imma just need y’all to get it together and FIGURE IT OUT. Too much is going on in y’all minds and it’s such a beautiful yet annoying thing. I noticed people with this placement depend on others to just make the decision for them but then they disregard the decision that they asked for. The true definition of scatterbrained but y’all cute as shit and I understand why y’all depend on weed now. They’re the type to ask questions about “Determinism Vs. Free Will” outta nowhere 🤦🏽‍♀️ My Rating : 5.2, im usually the erratic one stop stealing my role 😔

🐑 Cancer Moon : I don’t know many cancer moons but the ones that I have came in contact with were kinda cringey. Their humor was really ruthless to the point where they could get scrutinized for any joke, like they mainly joked for the shock factor. They weren’t into drugs ): but they were very loving when they needed to be. My advice is try and read the room love ! My Rating : 6.4, semi good foreplay

🐑 Leo Moon : Omg this isnt a cute placement because usually I get in arguments with people with this placement. y’all are cute ig? I sense a lot of fake appraisal from this sign just to be accepted but if you rub them the wrong way or call them out on something, it’s done for you. like at this point should i intentionally bruise y’all egos?? My Rating: 3.6, gg

🐑 Virgo Moon : I’ve fell in love with every man that had this placement 🧎🏽‍♀️. And the women? Y’all remind me of my mom like 🥺. I love how y’all pay attention to detail and y’all minds remind me of like office cabinets !! Y’all keep files and receipts which is beautiful for talking shit and exposing enemies !!! I knew one virgo moon and he genuinely enjoyed watching history videos in his free time like that’s so hot ??? Very well rounded individuals and can literally talk about anything 🏄🏽‍♀️ My Rating: 9.2, y’all break my heart tho :(

🐑 Libra Moon : See this is a tricky placement because it’s such a neutral placement for me and all the other placements effects it so here’s how imma break it down. If you have water/air in the big 3 with this placement its giving very much pushover. Like the people I’ve met with that combo are really good at like seeing different perspectives but they’re kinda bad at setting boundaries with people so they’re viewed as fake. But the earth/fire with libra moon is kinda 🥴, great conversationalist and really down with anything. But y’all are pretty :D My Rating: 7.5/10, inconsistent passive aggression

🐑 Scorpio Moon: First off, I want to say that I love us :) . But let’s not act like we’re some uncommunicative bitches. Like I get it, you need an outlet to express your feelings and it can be from drugs, art, to pyromania, who tf knows? Most of the Scorpio moons I know cry about being sad and wanting dick. I do too !! Sorry about your mom being emotionally unavailable or judgmental. Get a therapist or a boyfriend who just listens that can serve you some above average dick. Oh and y’all pretty on some intimidation shit 🙈 My Rating: 9.9/10, P.S. ur still in your emo phase

🐑 Sagittarius Moon: ummmm, this is kinda awkward because my sister had this placement and she’s so sensitive 🧎🏽‍♀️. Like from the men I’ve seen with this placement they’re always hopping onto the next thing to entertain them, similar traits with Aries Moon but like a slight more pretentious. All the sag moons ik are like really into underground “designer” brands (ik it’s a contradiction but iykyk). All I have to say is, you’re okay? and stop being so selfish like ): My Rating: 4/10, ur not the next socrates

🐑 Capricorn Moon: Beautiful Bodies. But y’all are kinda mean 😔. I appreciate the bluntness and how y’all say what comes to y’all mind. Y’all love bidding (dc slang for roasting) and can really fry somebody up. y’all tend to be really emotionally independent and i admire that but at the same time do you need a hug??? really good friends but broke majority of the time because they spent their money on drugs or off brand shoes. My Rating: 8/10, u make my heart giggle

🐑 Aquarius Moon: I’ve mainly met these people online fr and they’re the ones who keep dishing out memes without missing. Whenever I come in contact with one they flirt like there’s no tomorrow but then lose interest because their standards are 📈. They usually use humor/memes to showcase their emotions which is cute until the memes become gorey or wild as hell. Have problems with communicating but they’re good people to talk to on the surface level for me. My Rating: 6/10, get off tiktok and develop a personality (im kiddinggg)

Pisces Moon: y’all remind me of symphonies, who keeps playing y’all? haven’t met many but the ones I’ve met are the type to cry in History because they lost track ): . I wanna nurture y’all just gimme the chance . The aesthetics y’all have fluctuates from grunge to fairy core and I love the fluidity. btw stop stealing my music taste and let’s hotbox🧎🏽‍♀️ My Rating: 8/10, make a song about fairy tales idk girl

Thanks for reading this shit post 🤍🪴

#astro observations #moon signs #aries moon #taurus moon #gemini moon #libra moon #virgo moon #astrology notes #scorpio moon #pisces moon #cancer moon #leo moon #sag moon #sagittarius moon #capricorn moon #aqua moon #aquarius moon #astrology

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aetherarf · 3 years

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Okay, so if someone else hasn't already brought it up and to build on the Autistic hcs, how would Diluc feel about a close friend (or s/o) w/ ADHD offering to show him and or share their collection of misc stimmy stuff (basically a mix of misc things they personally find really satisfying to mess with ie some bits of fabric, interesting lids, switches, clips, beads, ect) ?

ANONYMOUS:

godam the autistic diluc hcs got me super soft, so uh- related to that can you do some platonic or romantic (i dont mind either way) hcs with autistic diluc + adhd reader solidarity? 👉👈

like maybe they relate over sensory issues or stimming, or them helping each other with diverging symptoms, or something? 👉👈

tysm <3

Got two separate, put them together! Here you go!

This can be read as pure platonic or in the pining stage of romance.

Bonus! Kaeya being a good brother! sorta.

[[ ADHD!Reader, Summary: Diluc hasn't really known a lot about himself... But somehow, you introduce him to a part of himself he long since forgot about, and he's more than happy about it.

Word Count: 1'600 ]]

Diluc didn't mind his newest patron. While, perhaps, they struggled to focus at times, and seemed to fidget often, he didn't hold it against them. Besides, they were pleasant to talk to, and at times, would go on long tales about ... Well. Anything. And he liked to listen, encouraging them to keep speaking whenever they ceased, oftentimes apologizing.

That patron was you.

You went regularly. Maybe you wanted wine one night, apple cider vinegar the next, and the third you just wanted company, but whenever Diluc was there, you found yourself deciding you were happy with just the company... Well... And maybe a fruity drink he offered you from time to time. They tasted better when he made them, anyway.

But you noticed something, how he'd seem a little twitchy when the tavern was particularly full, and how he would either fumble with his gloves, or tapping his fingertips on the bar with a shockingly consistent rhythm, able to keep in tune with the bards song quite well.

You wondered, idly, if he had stimmed, and avoided it in public.

When questioned, he gave you an odd look.

"No, I don't." He said, "I don't know what that is."

"oh. Nevermind, then!"

But that night, you couldn't let it go. You wondered, maybe, he'd enjoy stimming? Well, no reason not to try!

You had gathered a few of your stimming objects--a sort of slime that made a nice crunchy noise you got from Marjorie, only downside is you had to replace it sometimes, but it was quite nice. Nicely kept in it's container, you tossed it in.

A few pieces of fabric, some silky, some fluffy like fur... You liked toying with them, having them in your pocket while you fumbled with it. Good for being subtle about it.

A string of beads that clicked together nicely, oddly shaped but nice for rolling between fingertips...

And, yet another from Marjorie, a small cube that had many switches and buttons. It was some old contraption that was found in a Ruin Guard, you attracted by the pleasant noises it made when you toyed with it, and after inspecting the insides, you discovered it empty, so it was safe to mess with. Durable, too.

Putting these in a pouch, you headed back to the Angel's Share. Sure, earlier than expected, but it was open, so...

You walked in, seeing him tying up his hair in a high ponytail with a black ribbon, slightly mesmerized as he tied a quaint bow, before he noticed you.

"You're early," he said, voice calm... Perhaps happy.

"Yes, I had something I wanted to show you," you said, walking over and placing the bag on the table, and he looked at it curiously, until tugging it open, showing all of the objects you brought, organizing them neatly, before looking at him expectantly, "These! These are for stimming."

Diluc observed them, oddly. "I still don't know what 'stimming' is." He said, his way of asking what it was.

"Uhm," you thought, "Controlled stimulation, I guess? It's easier to show then explain. Here-" you grabbed the small container of crunchy, arguably non-sticky slime, and set it upon the table, crushing it in your hands, admiring how it oozed between your fingers, but the pleasant sound of crunching. "You just sort of toy with it. It helps my mind feel... At ease. Here," you rolled the slime back into a ball, " You try."

He looked at it... And pulled off his gloves, setting them on the table as he picked up the ball of slime, squishing it slightly, a faint crackling as he did so. Eventually, he held it in one palm, and crushed it as you did, his eyes widening... And then he kept folding it in his hands, eventually leaning forward and setting it on the table, poking into it.

As you looked at his face, you could tell that "Lord Ragnvindr" wasn't present. Instead, a childish, excited soul had presented itself, mesmerized with his new toy.

Oh, how happy he was. You could get some more another time, or buy him some... He seemed so... Happy. It was hard to not want to give him as much as he could ever want.

And that was a single object. How happy would he be, with the others?

"Diluc," you said, but he didn't respond, "Diluc." You said a little louder, and he jerked his head up, looking at you in surprise, "Here, I think you'll like this one, too." Offered him the small cube, and you took the slime, putting it away, resolving to leave it for him. He took it, and looked at it oddly before he moved it in his fingers, thumb frantically pressing the buttons-once again, in a odd sort of rhythm. You wondered if that green bard could use that rhythm to write a song.

Actually, maybe he played music... he seemed to have the rhythm for it.

Eventually, someone walked up beside you, a man in blue with a fluffy mass slung over his shoulder, "Hey Diluc." Kaeya. You knew him. Diluc spoke little about him, but when he did, it was often with a longing tone, or subtle praises.

Diluc didn't respond, entranced by the object in his hand.

"... Diluc? Hey! Diiiluuuuc?" He half leaned over the bar, until Diluc noticed him, jumping slightly... and then spoke with a groan.

"What do you want, Kaeya?" He asked, nearly a demand.

"Whew, thought I lost you there. Is it really so hard to pay attention to your dear baby brother?" He set his elbows on the bar, and propped his head up with his hands, puffing out his cheeks in a pouting expression, "What did little Kaeya do..."

"Do you want your usual?" He asked, despite how usually he'd be snapping at Kaeya now, having turned around and grabbed a bottle of wine.

Kaeya, for a split second, looked baffled, looking over to you, and gesturing to Diluc... you just shrugged.

"Sure." Kaeya said, voice the same as always as his confusion dissipated. "My, someone's having a good day." He stood up properly, taking the wine offered to him, "Add it to my tab?"

Diluc was already scribbling in a notepad, "Got it."

Kaeya froze again, looked at you... and finally leaving.

Instead of thinking about all those weird looks Kaeya gave you, you decided to show Diluc through the rest of the things you brought...

...

Eventually, you decided it was time to go- you couldn't stay as late as usual, but when Diluc asked, with the heartbroken gaze of a pup, "You're leaving?"

"I'll be back tomorrow! I have work early tomorrow, too..." You half muttered out, horrifically tempted to ruin tomorrow for a better tonight.

"...I see. I'll see you tomorrow." He said, displeased but not wanting to cause you anymore fuss. You walked out of the Tavern, sighing in regret... you'd probably thank yourself in the morning.

Probably.

"Hey," you jumped at the unexpected voice, seeing Kaeya sitting at one of the tables placed outside.

"Oh... hi," you muttered, "It's cold out-Wouldn't you... rather be outside?"

Kaeya hummed to himself, closing his eye... "Yeah, but I needed to ask you something. Won't take long," he gestured to the chair beside him, "Come, sit."

You obeyed, "I do have to get home, so please hurry."

"I will... But-" he hesitated, "What was with Diluc? Did you... do something, to him? He seemed so happy."

You didn't want to think about how he sounded so... sad, about it.

"Uhm...Well, I saw he fidgeted a lot, and I do to. I have some little toys, I guess, I use to help me calm down. I brought them and gave a few to him, and he really liked them. Maybe it was that?"

Kaeya was quiet for a moment tapping his foot as he thought.

"Just those little toys?"

You shrugged, "Yeah. They... help me get pent up energy. Maybe the reason he isn't, uhm, that happy, is that he was just... sort of built up inside? I wouldn't know."

"I see," Kaeya said, looking over at the currently closed door to the tavern, "You know, he hasn't been that calm in years. Since we were little,"

Another long moment of silence, and then Kaeya looked back to you. He sat up properly, and grabbed something off his belt--a bag of mora, and set it on the table.

"Do me a favor-I don't know where I'd find any stuff like that, but use this to buy some more things like that. It..."

He tensed.

"Diluc's happiness mean a lot to me."

You hesitantly looked at the bag... granted, you had to custom order most of the stuff--not that it was pricy, but it was a hassle...

Seeing Kaeya's pleading gaze, you couldn't help but accept it.

"Okay," you said with a smile, "I'm sure Diluc will be happy to know-"

"Maybe don't tell him." Kaeya interrupted you, "I don't want him to think anything... weird, is going on between us. Either you and me or me and him. I'm happy just... seeing him happy."

You didn't know what to think.

"Okay, I'll make sure to get him some more stuff. I-I liked seeing him happy too."

Kaeya smirked, "Oh, I can tell. Well, I'm cold. See you tomorrow, hot stuff." He said, walking to the tavern and closing the door behind him quickly, leaving you in the cold chill of the night.

Well, better get home. Still had to get to bed, and you needed to give Diluc a very roundabout gift from Kaeya.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #diluc #diluc x reader #genshin diluc x reader #xiao nomine #request #fluff #fluffy bark #bark writes #autistic diluc

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constellatedlove · 3 years

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ive compiled websites, apps and playlists for a variety of different feelings and situations!!

feeling stressed or overwhelmed

websites

http://www.donothingfor2minutes.com/

encourages you to take a break and do nothing for two minutes, while you listen to sounds of the water.

https://www.7cups.com/

connects you to trained therapists that you can talk to anonymously.

https://29a.ch/sandbox/2011/neonflames/

create your own nebula, use as a distraction or a calming break.

apps

stop, breathe and think - a free app that helps work through emotions and offers small mediations.

adorable home - develop a house with your partner. slowly expand and create more rooms with new animals and furniture. free!

cody cross - free crosswords game to distract your mind. bright colours and fun little noises, cute characters and great graphics.

playlists

sleeping difficulties

websites

https://rainymood.com/

rain sounds to help relax you when falling asleep.

https://www.calm.com/

offers help for almost everything, but has a section dedicated to helping your sleep.

https://www.headspace.com/

does cost money, but offers mediations and sleep sounds for you.

apps

relax melodies - free version has a large amount of options available, let’s you create your own sound mixes. you can add sounds like rain, cars, cats, vacuums. also has guided meditations.

spotify - while it’s a music app, it has lots of mediation and calming music dedicated to helping you fall asleep faster.

white noise lite - free, provides lots of noises like relax melodies, has gentle alarm options for people who dislike being jolted awake.

playlists

studying

websites

https://coffitivity.com/

has a variety of cafe noise mixes for people who study better in those environments.

https://www.easybib.com/mla8/source

helps with the citation and bibliography side of your assignments to take away some of the pain.

http://keepmeout.com

helps prevent you visiting certain websites such as instagram when you’re studying.

apps

my study life - a free app to help you keep track of your schedules, assignments and classes.

flora - encourages you to keep on task by using little trees and plants. take care of them by taking care of yourself and staying on track.

recharge - helps keep your mood up, reminds you to keep your blood pumping by providing exercise ideas and has very effective alarms.

playlists

feeling sad or down

websites

https://bongo.cat/

my absolute favourite website. play a variety of instruments as an adorable cat.

http://emergencycompliment.com/

adorably odd compliments when youre in need of a boost.

http://make-everything-ok.com/

a cute and simple little website to comfort you.

apps

happify - a free app with no sign up requirements, aims to cheer you up in a variety of ways personal to you.

animal restaurant - run a restaurant made for animals. free and doesn’t rely on in app purchases. relaxing music and beautiful art.

reflect.ly - a cute journal app where you can write things down, work through thoughts and reflect on your day.

playlists

(it’s at this point that tumblr wouldn’t let me add any more spotify links :/)

some additional cute websites i found

https://musiclab.chromeexperiments.com/Song-Maker/

a song maker that is simple and bright and offers a good distraction.

https://theuselessweb.com/

takes you to random, fun, useless websites like honour the pug, where it counts how long you have honoured the pug, and “cant not tweet this” website.

https://smashthewalls.com/

great for when you’re feeling frustrated, satisfying and endless too.

please feel free to add absolutely any other websites, apps, playlists or anything else that is helpful or calming. different things work for everyone and that’s okay! this is here for anyone who needs it <33

#help #positivity #self care

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thalassic-p4rk · 3 years

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I Have Time || 10th Doctor x reader (oneshot)

A/N: howdy! this is my first fic ever, so its gonna suck ass but that’s probably okay. Originally this was going to be about Rises the Moon by Lianna Flores, but i figured this was more fitting :) pls leave comments if you want more stuff from me, or just things i can improve in general. maybe if ppl like this, i’ll write another one. but for now, allons-y!!

Summary: Ten handles the death of the Master about as well as you’d think, and falls into a depression. One night, the reader comforts him after a nightmare about the past that recent events have brought up.

Warnings: depression, anxiety attack, nightmares, insomnia, accidental s/h

W/C: 1,147

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The Master was dead.

You were sad, yes. But you had only known him as a maniacal tyrant, as the man who killed your people by the millions. And although you had barely survived, trying to get by post-apocalypse, you were the only one to remember. All the dead had been brought back, the planet reborn and memories wiped from everyone’s minds except you and a select few. From your perspective, you considered everything to be even now. You could shatter into a million tiny pieces with ease, but nonetheless you were always quick to pull yourself back together and move on, so that’s exactly what you did.

So it was ironic, but not surprising, that the ever-stable Doctor was having trouble with that.

It broke your heart seeing him like this. Your Doctor, always such a strong, unmovable support, who always had a smile on his face despite the unending grief that seemed to have taken up a permanent residence in his warm gaze, was completely and utterly broken. Sometimes, when he was asleep, you would step out of the Tardis, wherever you were parked, and scream. You screamed, yelling profanities at the sky. You cursed the universe, unable to comprehend why it was putting him through this. Your Doctor, your beautiful, wonderful, kind, lovely Doctor, did not deserve this. He did not deserve any of this. You were angry at everyone and everything, because he didn’t have the strength to be.

It was one such night. He hadn’t left his room in the Tardis all day, and you were angry again. You couldn’t let him see you break down. Not when everyone always depended on him constantly. Not after he had already helped you through so many panic attacks and depressive episodes. He always took care of you and everyone else in this blasted universe, whether they deserved it or not. Now it was your turn to take care of him. If he saw you like this, he would only feel more guilty. You just... felt so helpless. You would give anything to help him. Anything to make him feel better. If you could take the weight off his shoulders and carry it yourself, you would do it in a heartbeat. You let out another sob. You hated feeling useless, hated that he had to go through this, hated that there wasn’t anything else you could do to help him. You take a deep breath, and let it out as a shaky sigh. It was probably around two in the morning, and you should go back inside. Your silk pj’s did nothing to ward off the chill.

As soon as you close the door behind you, you notice something is wrong. You scan the room, immediately alert, but you can’t pinpoint anything in particular. It just feels off somehow. You hum in interest, before deciding that you’re too tired to care. You take slow steps down the corridor to your room, paying rapt attention to any subtle movements or noises.

Nothing.

You huff and open your door, taking a step through the threshold. You freeze.

Was that a whimper?

You halt all movements and hold your breath. A low whine reaches your ears, coming from across the hall.

Coming from the Doctor’s room.

You turn on your heel and take off sprinting for the door at the end of the hall. You don’t bother knocking, your panic and sleep-addled brain running on pure adrenaline. You open the door and let your eyes adjust to the dark.

A part of you dies at the sight in front of you.

His eyes are squeezed shut, nose scrunched up in a way you would usually find adorable, but now it just made him look more pitiful. He’s whimpering and writhing on the bed, tangling himself in the sheets and trapping himself further. You jump into action, running over and sitting on the foot of his bed, before noticing the fresh scratch marks running down his arms. Did he do that to himself?

Studying him carefully, you notice tear tracks running down his face and his teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip. He goes to tear at his arms again, and you brace yourself, knowing this was going to be a struggle. You grab his wrists in both hands and pull them above his head. He continues his thrashing, and while you hate to make him panic further, you know it’s necessary what you were about to do. You push yourself up on your knees, still pinning his hands above his head, and swing your leg across his waist, straddling his torso. You carefully avoid sitting on top of him fully and cutting off his air flow, instead merely hovering above him, as you scan him for any other injuries. Besides a bloody lip, he seems to be otherwise alright physically.

He’s still thrashing against you, but now you have the advantage and move both his wrists into one of your hands. You use your newly freed hand to gently touch his cheek, wondering for the second time that night why he had to go through this. You make shushing noises, trying to calm him. When that doesn’t work, you maneuver next to him, and wrap your arms around him as gently as possible, trying to convey a sense of safety. He slows his thrashing somewhat, seeming resigned.

An idea pops into your mind, and you think of a song from Earth that you sang to yourself when you were frightened as a child. You let go of his arms as he calms down a bit and bring your hand up to his hair, running your fingers through it soothingly. You take a breath, lean into his ear, and start quietly singing.

The lake sort of knows me.

You can feel the instant he wakes and becomes aware of his surroundings. His entire body goes lax in your grip as his honey-colored eyes flutter open.

Was it you who promised time?

He looks at you, warm eyes so full of grief and he lets out a shuddering breath as the fear leaves him.

Lead me to a land so green,

His mouth opens to say something, but nothing comes out and you just hold him tighter.

So she’ll stay awhile.

You kiss his forehead, drawing constellations on his cheeks, his nose, his lips, with your fingers.

Please take me there, I am ready.

He curls up into your chest as you continue to pet his soft, mussed up hair.

The ship sways,

You rock him gently back and forth, back and forth, to where the melodies of the song would end and begin if you were playing guitar.

but the heart is steady.

His breathing evens out as he slips back into sleep, this time more peaceful, listening to your single heart beating.

I have time.

-fin-

#10th doctor #tenth doctor #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor x you #gender-neutral reader #gender neutral!reader #ten #angst #hurt/comfort #fanfic #*sobs uncontrollably*#my poor baby #he did not deserve that #he deserves the world #he deserved better #he is so precious #please help

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maseshine · 3 years

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Oii! Você poderia fazer a fic da música "You Belong With Me" com o Ben? :)

Right for you, Ben Chilwell

Prompt: You being his best friend and at karaoke singing "You Belong With Me" to him indirectly.

Warning: Disappointment, Sadness

Words: 1811

Notes: I was really excited to write this one. It's one of my favorite prompts and I already had it written, I don't know if that's how you imagined it, but I hope you like it a lot because I loved it so much🤍

Author's Note: I know a lot of people write with the use of quotes, but I'm used to using the dash, so I hope it's not a problem.

Being in love with your best friend is one of life's biggest clichés. And sometimes it really hurt to see him and his "perfect girlfriend".

You sure as hell wouldn't have gone to karaoke if you knew she'd be there too. Ben was perceptive in hiding it from you. Really insightful.

You tried to keep your attention on Mason's out-of-tune presentation, but his eyes always seemed to betray you when they landed on the couple sitting across from you.

�� If you keep looking at them like that they'll think you're a maniac. ━ Christian said giving his shoulder a little push.

━ I don't know what you're talking about. ━ You changed the conversation.

━ And Mason can sing well. ━ The brunette joked. ━ We already know of his crush on Chilly, only he doesn't seem to notice it.

━ Or he knows and just doesn't talk about it because he doesn't feel the same way about me. ━ His voice came out dismayed, and Christian looked at her sympathetically.

━ If he doesn't notice, maybe he's not right for you, Y/N.

You didn't say anything else, Christian's words running through your head. Maybe he was right. She and Ben had been best friends for years, but maybe they couldn't be more than that.

━ Our next singer is Y/N Y/L/N. ━ You looked at the stage with surprise, you didn't put her name in the performance list.

His eyes fell on Mason who smiled innocently. Motherfucker. The boys made noise encouraging you to go on stage. You took a deep breath before getting up from the table.

Your hands shook a little as you took the presenter's microphone. His eyes scanned the available songs, stopping at one that fit his situation perfectly. His ears picked up the beginning of the melody.

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset

She's going off about something that you said

'Cause she doesn't get your mood like I do

━ Babe... baby! Come on, please calm down and listen to me! ━ You heard Ben plead in the next room, your phone pressed firmly to his ear as he tried to reason with his current girlfriend. All you knew was that he had shown his sincere side - apparently, not everyone knew he didn't have a filter.

But you knew the athlete more than anyone else, and he might need to stop and pull himself together occasionally, but it all came from his heart.

You were brought back to reality when you heard Ben grunt, dropping the phone against the table and running a hand through his hair. You looked at him with sad eyes, reaching out and placing your hand over his so gently.

━ Want to talk about it, Chill? ━ You asked him, watching as the corner of his lips twitched into a small smile with the nickname you gave him.

━ I don't believe you can save me from this situation, Y/N. ━ Ben manages to say, clearing his throat to help transition into a new conversation.

You didn't want to push it any further - knowing that if Ben was comfortable enough, he would talk to you. Hell, he told you everything. Maybe it was because the two of you grew up together, so he had to hit puberty much faster.

Ben got undeniably hot fast, all the girls at his old high school noticed that. You were about to ask him if he'd like to watch a movie, but his ringing phone interrupted, making you keep your mouth shut for now.

Ben suddenly straightened before grabbing the screen, a hopeful look flashing in his eyes as his girlfriend's name was projected in capital letters and a series of heart emojis. You rolled your eyes with a small smile and gestured for him to take the call, swallowing your pride seconds after he left the room. You left the house not long afterward, knowing you probably won't see your childhood friend for at least another week.

Walk in the streets with you and your worn-out jeans

I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be

Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself

Hey, isn't this easy?

You kicked a few pebbles off the path as you walked, with Ben by your side. It felt strange for the two of you to be together – but a strangely comfortable stranger, as if life was supposed to be like that.

He was trying to chat a little about the weather, which quickly turned into a funny story of how he fell face first in the rain during last Friday's football game.

Her eyes were mesmerized by him as he threw his head back in laughter, his hands maneuvering in strange ways as he portrayed how the event actually happened. You returned his laugh as you placed your hand on his bicep to steady yourself, little snorts following after.

━ I can't believe you still do that. ━ Ben said, his hand briefly resting on top of hers to hold her against him. You raised your eyebrows in sync with the corners of your mouth, your laugh dwindling to a small laugh.

━ Do what? You'll have to elaborate, Chilly. ━ With his free hand, Ben lightly tapped the tip of his nose while smiling at his nonchalance.

━ That cute snort you make when you laugh too much. I hadn't heard this since we saw Madders get stuck in the invisible wall of tape.

The memory provoked her to put her hand to her forehead as she chuckled her iconic laugh once more, remembering poor James' shocked expression as he recovered from the seemingly transparent 'door' and the few seconds that followed where he was frozen trying to understand what had just happened.

━ This is definitely the sound of joy. ━ Ben said as he looked at you, just for you to poke him playfully.

Oh, I remember you driving to my house

In the middle of the night

I'm the one who makes you laugh

When you know you're about to cry

The end of the week approached faster than expected, especially since you spent most of your time pretending you didn't get Ben's text messages.

You needed time to pull yourself together and organize your priorities, and having him suddenly want you back in his life was an unexpected twist. You've always had a stupid crush on Ben, but unlike the vast majority of girls who did, yours started when you were both young ━ when you had just gotten rid of the braces, and he had already started playing for a football team for the first time.

It was Friday night, and you had just curled up under the sheets, trying to get comfortable as an oncoming storm began to form outside. Your phone was constantly indicating that you had a new message, but it was just Ben asking if you were going to the football game tonight. Like the other messages, you ignored it and continued your favorite show on Netflix.

It was midnight when your phone woke you, realizing that you must have accidentally fallen asleep. You could barely hear the phone ring due to the weight of the rain outside, but you answered anyway, surprised to hear a familiar, desperate voice on the other end of the line.

━ Y/N… I'm down here… me, something happened. I didn't know where to go... I just drove, and I ended up here... something in me, I needed to see you. Let me in, please.

He looked distressed, perhaps because he was crying. You went down to the front door and opened it carefully, suddenly coming face to face with a saturated Ben Chilwell. You reached out and dragged him inside, your eyes scanning his wet, shivering body.

━ Ben... you're freezing, you're going to get sick. ━ You exclaimed as softly as you could, not letting go of his hand, as you led him to your room.

You gestured for him to stay put before grabbing a clean towel from the bathroom, running back and closing the door before wrapping it around your shoulders. You sat on the edge of the bed as he stood in front of you, seeming to have something to say, but couldn't think of how to start the conversation.

━ Why are you here? ━ You finally said after a long period of silence, Ben's eyes strayed to the ground. He cleared his throat a few times before realizing he was just whispering.

━ I saw Charlie with one of the Aston Villa players. She was on top of him. I... I asked her what the hell was going on, she basically said I wasn't good enough. Do you believe that? ━ He said exasperated, his hands pulling at her wet hair as it stuck to her forehead.

You closed your eyes for a moment as you took in this information, able to feel Ben's pain from where she sat. But it wasn't a new pain, it was like it was the kind that was finally released after being repressed for too long. As if it knew it was coming and would hold out until the dreaded day.

You pursed your lips and rose from the bed, standing right in front of him before taking his wrists and pulling them down between the two of you, your thumbs gently stroking the skin of his knuckles.

━ But why are you here? At home? You could have gone to Mase or called Madders. ━ You muttered, hoping his tone of voice would calm you down.

Those eyes you fell in love with as a teenager were looking at you, taking in your details, your passion, your heart. They were kind, just like you always knew he was.

━ Something attracted me to you, as if I was destined to be here. Do you know? ━ He spoke so low you could barely hear him, but you could hear him clearly.

Were you obsessing over him by running out of words, confused as to what he was trying to say – was it a confession of love or some pity plea because you were the only one who cared? You nodded your head to understand what he was saying, feeling your own radiance toward him for a long time.

A week later, he had returned to his girlfriend.

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor

All this time, how could you not know, baby?

You belong with me

His eyes traveled to the table where all his friends were sitting, everyone paying attention to his presentation. Except Ben and his girlfriend. A pang of pain whistled through her heart. At Christian's words coming back to her mind.

If he doesn't notice, maybe he's not right for you Y/N.

Have you ever thought just maybe

You belong with me

Maybe Ben didn't belong to you. Not how you wanted it.

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thegeneralguy · 3 years

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A good role model

Hello! Thanks to @amalianetwork for helping me out with this story. Its a bit shorter than what I usually post on here, but it struck some heart strings inside of me. I hope you enjoy it.

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“Come on Matt! We’re going to be late for the festival!”

The excited shrieks came from a young child not older than ten years of age. His wavy blonde hair was encased in a blue baseball cap, and he was wearing an old button shirt. He was grabbing the hand from an older young man, pulling him forward with haste. Both boys looked very alike, age being the most differentiating factor between them.

“Ease up Cole, your number starts at seven. There’s plenty of time.”

“Yes, but I want to rehearse one time before the show. Mrs. Davis said all kids in our class had to meet an hour before to practice our song”

Matt advanced reluctantly, feeling uneasy in his attempt at formal attire. He adjusted his badly-knotted tie and tried his best in accommodating his oversized shirt. But he knew it was a necessary sacrifice, because this was supposed to be Cole’s “big night”. He would do anything for his little brother, even if it meant dressing as a buffon. The boys were rushing through the parking lot of the local theatre, amongst a sea of other families heading to the entrance. They entered the building and immediately headed backstage to deliver Cole to his class. Matt made sure his small bowtie was in place, but when he tried to take the cap from him, Cole swatted his hand away.

“Cole, you know you’ll get in trouble if you throw a fit over that cap again. All the kids in your class have to be dressed the same.”

Cole pouted and grabbed his head with both hands, securing it on his head.

“Please let me keep it. I’m scared to perform without it.”

“Okay you win. Just this one time though. You’re a big boy now, there are some rules you have to follow.”

“You’re the best Matt!”, said the little boy hugging his brother.

“Just remember to have lots of fun! I’ll be watching you from the front rows. And remember, once your act is over we gotta go.”

“That's not fair! Mrs. Davis is gonna take us all for pizza once the show is over.”

“I’m sorry C. You know Aunt Gertrude doesn’t like it when we go out late.”

“I don’t like Aunt Gertrude. She’s mean.”

Matt kept a straight face not to give a bad example, but he knew what his brother was talking about. Their aunt was a real menace sometimes. Especially when her rules were disobeyed.

“Don’t be like that buddy. Aunt Gertrude has been nice to us, so we have to obey the rules of her house. Besides, I’ll take you for pizza on the weekend. What do you say?”

“Yay! Thanks Matt. I’ll hurry up after the show, I promise. See you later!”

Cole then turned around and sprinted towards his group. Matt looked at his brother tenderly, remembering all they have gone through together. The blue cap was originally his, a gift from their father. They never had a lot to begin with, and after his parents were gone, the cap was one of the only mementos he had from them. He remembered hugging it terrified, as the police explained to him with gruesome detail for a twelve year old how his parents had been killed in a mugging. Cole had been only five at the time. Their aunt was their only living relative, so they were placed in her house. Cole couldn’t stop crying during the first night, so Matt gave him the blue cap and told him as long as he had it, his father would be there with him. Five years had passed, and the little boy still took the cap everywhere. Convincing Cole to take it off to wash it was a real hassle sometimes, but Matt managed. He was a good big brother after all.

Matt went to his seat and watched the recital in silence. Group after group they performed, excited families bursting in applause every time their kid went onstage. The young man was growing increasingly nervous, watching the minutes turn into an hour. The show was taking too long, which meant arriving at his aunt’s too late and having to deal with her wrath. He was lost in thought when suddenly Cole’s group was onstage. He cheered and applauded his little brother, who along with his classmates presented a potpourri of popular songs. He immediately recognized him due to the blue garment sticking out of the sea of white shirts. Once the number was done, he stood up from his seat and went to meet his brother backstage to take him to their aunt’s.

Their Aunt Gertrude was a solitary woman, preferring to live alone and far away from any other neighbor. The little house stood right at the edge of the woods, standing lonely amongst the dark trees. The car was parked on the driveway, so Matt knew immediately their aunt was home. He prepared mentally for the fit she was about to throw when she saw them coming in through the door. Once they made it inside, he sent Cole straight to his room and went into the living room, where his aunt was sitting on her usual chair watching TV.

“So, look who finally decided to show up. This isn’t a hotel you know.”, said the fat woman looking hatefully at the scrawny teenager.

“I know Aunt Gertrude. Cole had a school event he couldn’t miss, so we stayed out until late.”

The woman sneered at Matt, and then continued watching her show.

“You know misbehavior has consequences right? You were out past dinner time, so there won't be any dinner for you.”

Matt felt the rage coming up from his stomach. He disliked the woman a lot, but he knew she was the only reason the brothers were allowed to stay together. She knew that too, so she made sure to exploit that fact every time she could. He didn’t mind missing dinner, he was used to it. But Cole had to eat, or his stomach would hurt again and he wouldn't be able to sleep.

“I can miss out on dinner today and tomorrow if you want, but let Cole eat something. It was a tough day for him.”

“You should’ve thought that before breaking the rules. Rules are necessary, or else you will end up like your good for nothing dad. He got my sister killed, you know. Only a bad person does that.”

Matt tightened his fists so hard his nails dug into his skin causing some bleeding. His father was his aunt’s favorite subject, always belittling and berating him. But he was a good man, very hardworking. A real example for Matt. His only mistake was being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Don’t you dare talk about him…”, he grumbled quietly. His aunt let out a cruel cackle, and glared at him angrily.

“Or what? You are just like him, you know. A useless dead weight under my roof. But not for long. You got one more night. After that, you’re turning into an adult, which means you gotta earn yourself a life.”

Matt had been so busy with his brother that he had completely forgotten about his birthday the day after. His aunt had been telling him she was going to kick him out that same day, but he always thought she said that only to intimidate him. Thinking about leaving Cole with that monster alone sent a chill down his spine.

“Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking you little asshole? As soon as you’re eighteen, you’re legally not my problem anymore. Besides, it’s good you learn how the world works. Not that your father ever taught you that. In fact, I think Cole was lucky to grow up without his bad example!”, said the woman laughing loudly. “Now, better get your shit ready. I’m calling farmer Joe tomorrow to see if he has some job for you. If you’re lucky he might even let you stay in the barn with the rest of his boys. Now, get out of my sight. My next show’s about to start.”

Matt just turned around and left completely speechless, hearing the loud music from the TV and his aunt laughing as he went upstairs to his room. Cole was already showered and wearing his pajamas, the blue cap still on his head. Matt sat down next to him on his bed, trying to keep his composure and not burst into tears.

“Listen Cole, I have to tell you something,'' he said, his voice faltering as he struggled to find the right words. “You know tomorrow is my birthday, right?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t forget. I even wrote it in my calendar to get you some chocolate.”, he said excitedly before realizing he just ruined the surprise. “Oh no, I just ruined your present.”

“No buddy, it's okay. You know I love chocolate.”, said Matt grabbing the little boy’s head. “But listen, tomorrow I’ll be eighteen. And that's a very special number. So special, that people invite you to participate in certain activities!”

“What do you mean?”, asked Cole with a puzzled look on his face.

“Well, farmer Joe has invited me to his special club on his land, so I’m very excited I can go now. There’s only one small problem, I have to go sleep there too so I can do everything the guys there do.”

Cole just stared at his brother, tears welling up behind his eyes.

“You’re gonna leave?”

“Don’t be sad buddy. This is a great opportunity for me! Besides, I’ll come to visit you every day, I promise.”

Cole threw himself at Matt, his little arms embracing him as strong as they could. Tears ran down his rosy cheeks, and he could barely articulate the words due to the knot in his throat.

“But I don’t want you to go! I don’t want to be alone in this house. I’m scared.”

“I know buddy, I know.”, said Matt hugging his little brother. “But listen, remember what I told you about that cap? As long as you have it, dad’s going to be here with you. And so will I.”

Both brothers embraced for hours, refusing to let each other go. Cole cried until he fell asleep, so Matt tucked him into bed and waited until it was late enough to go down and steal some food for the boy. His aunt went to bed just before midnight, so he had to wait until she was gone to go to the pantry. He was almost falling asleep when he heard the TV going off, and the heavy steps of his aunt going into her room. He hesitantly stepped out of their bedroom, and swiftly went down to get some food for Cole. His body was very light, so that helped him move silently on the wooden floor. He brought up some snacks, leaving them on Cole’s night table, completely missing the clock just striking midnight.

He went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Taking off the horrible oversized shirt he stared at himself in the mirror. He was practically just skin and bones, lacking the proper nutrition and exercise for a good development during puberty. His dirty blonde hair was pulled back on a bun, looking just a shade darker than his brother’s. His aunt was right, he was pathetic, scrawny and weak. Barely a fitting example for Cole. But he didn’t want his brother to grow up without him. It was already bad enough he had to grow up without a dad, only to have his big brother be taken away too. He wished that both of them could stay together. That he was enough for his little brother, so he could provide him with the life he deserved.

The lights in the bathroom flickered, and the window was suddenly opened by a strong gust of wind, startling Matt. He started to get lightheaded, grabbing the small sink to prevent himself from falling. “It’s probably hunger”, he said to himself. But the more seconds passed, the worse he felt. He started sweating cold, drops falling down his face and his pale body. He watched a shadow creep over his skin, thinking he was starting to faint from starvation. When he raised his hand to touch the darkness, rough bristles greeted his fingertips. He was growing hair, all over his body. He watched it get longer and thicker, a thick mat covering his chest, and crawling down his flat stomach painting a thick treasure trail on his skin. Tufts of hair poked out from under his arms, his sparse armpit hair getting far denser. The shadow then climbed up his neck, fully flourishing on his face to form a short beard. Matt felt its roughness with the palm of his hand, fully enthralled by the sensation.

He then felt his bones elongate, shooting him a few inches towards the roof and lengthening his limbs. He looked like that creature slender-something kids were so obsessed about. Once his skeleton finished its growth, the muscles followed suit. He felt incredible heat emanating from his body, as each muscle twitched and grew to enormous size. Size packed on his chest, fully forming two massive pillow-like pecs sticking out from his torso. His cleavage was so deep he could probably put his entire thumb in it, and probably crush it too if he squeezed hard. Muscle packed on his shoulders as well, growing like two bowling balls. It made him look monstrously wide, fully condemning him to a life of having to go through doors sideways. His arms surged with power and grew as well, fully surpassing the width his legs had before. Thick hairy pythons hung to each side of him, resting at an angle due to the thickness of his triceps. His back then rounded out like a shield and expanded into a hairy muscular landscape. The lats were so big they looked like the could fall off of him at any moment.

He heard his stomach grumble, as it blew forward sticking out just a few inches behind his chest. Thick abs could be seen on the curve of his belly. His ass blew his dress pants into oblivion, each cheek swelling like a Christmas turkey. The legs followed suit, thickening into titanic proportions, powerful enough to sustain such a heavy top. Even his feet grew a few sizes, fully completing his transformation. Matt just stared at his new body speechless, feeling control over each fiber. He flexed his big arms, and bounced his heavy chest. A deep chuckle left his throat, and he realized his voice grew much deeper as well. He was so entertained by his new figure, he missed the clumps of hair falling from his head. His hair thinned out a little bit, and shortened itself into a clean cut, contrasting with its previous unkempt image.

Matt looked like a new man. His kid used to tell him he looked the size of a barn, just like that Disney song he liked from the film with the talking furniture. He was very bad with names, but he knew what movies his son liked. Matt scratched his head, confused by the thought of having a child. He was only eighteen, barely old enough to have a kid. But a body like this couldn’t belong to a young kid. A body like this took years of dedication, of pain and sweat, of discipline. He looked like the perfect dad, strong enough to protect, and big enough to climb over like a jungle gym. Matt smiled looking at himself in the mirror. His features changed and rearranged themselves into those of a masculine man. His nose was bigger and his brow stuck further out. Even a cleft formed on his now square jaw. He looked tough, but also lovable.

The maelstrom of memories fully blew Matt’s mind away, turning him into a perfect dad. He felt his dick snake up under his belly, and his balls drop lower and heavier like a mature plume, virile enough to spread his seed wherever he wanted. The rush of testosterone triggered more changes in him. His muscles got denser, more lived in. Crow feet printed themselves next to his eyes, and his skin got rougher fully aging two full decades.

“I’m one sexy motherfucker.”, grunted Matt, flexing before the mirror. He dedicated years of hard work and discipline to his body, and it showed. He loved the tight feeling of a shirt about to burst due to his titanic arms, or how the buttons popped open on their own due to his heavy chest. But even his glorious physique wasn’t his most valuable treasure. That was his son.

Reality rearranged itself around Matt, as memories of Cole growing up with him changed into those of a father raising his son. He remembered how tiny he looked when he held him in his arms, or how scared he looked when Matt dropped him in kindergarten for the first time. He remembered the recitals, the little league games, the birthday parties, the nights with Cole on his bed due to a nightmare, the camping trips. Everything he did, and had, was for his son. He was happy to grow up next to him, so he could teach him about the same hard work and discipline he put into his own life. Hopefully, Cole would grow up to be a good man like his father. And with those genes, hopefully big and strong too.

When Matt came back to his senses, he was standing in a nicely furnished bathroom. He adjusted the glasses on his face, and checked himself one last time before going out. The short sleeved shirt looked perfectly fitted to his big body, his arms almost ripping the tight sleeves apart. He came out of the bathroom to find the luxurious interior of a suburban home. He wanted his kid to have all his necessities covered. The memory of the tiny house in the woods and the monster within fully erased from existence.

“Come on Cole, you don’t wanna miss out on a good pizza, do you?”, he shouted, his deep bass shaking the foundations of the house.

“I’m coming dad!”

Young Cole came rushing down the stairs. His blonde hair shined brighter, and his blue eyes sparkled with excitement. He took his coat and headed towards the front door, where his dad was waiting for him. Matt noticed the small blue cap on the little table next to the door.

“Aren’t you gonna wear your cap?”, he said, handing it to his son. Cole just smiled at his dad, and turned the cap away.

“I’m not scared anymore dad. I don’t need it.”

Matt just smiled and opened the door for Cole. The happy family then headed out into the sunshine to live the rest of their lives together. Nothing would be able to separate them.

#musclegrowth #daddy #hairy hunk #reality change

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