#//Sorry to have kept you waiting! Work was being really stupid with how busy we were! Mun is not dead; just has a looooot to deal with!

[manfromtheepa]

"You're mayor now?" Kelsey asked with a slight smile, both trust and distrust in her mind about the situation, "Moved quite a bit up from the EPA and being my lawyer, huh?" She quieted though, as she noted his obvious aging. Kelsey, being undead, couldn't age. As much as she disliked Walter's reactions to the spirit realm as she was now a part of it, she tried to remember when he protected her from anything and everything. She had changed him. Perhaps now she could be a bit more convincing. "I know things are...different. very different. And if you want me to leave, I'll leave. I just wanted to see you again." -resurrextion

"Well, I had to reach the top eventually, didn't I?" he said, a slight grin playing on his aged face. It was short lived; he couldn't quite remember the last time he had seen his past client in the flesh, but as the apparition stood before him, he figured it wouldn't be terribly polite to ask when the last time was. "Kelsey...just because things happen to be different doesn't mean you aren't a familiar sight. And to be frank, I had missed our past discussions. Is there a particular reason why you've decided to visit now, after all this time?"

[nathaslosthershit]

Stupidly Charming (CL16) [AoM Part 2]

Part 1: Audacity of Man Summary: Charles was never anything but a compassionate and wonderfully loving boyfriend. You always used to brag about how attentive he was... I guess this is karma?

You had tried to distract yourself, not get angry or upset over the fact that Charles had most likely forgotten your anniversary.

It was still early in the day, he could surprise you, or make up for the fact he forgot.

But hours went by of radio silence from the Ferrari driver. You couldn’t really blame him, even if he remembered your anniversary, you knew he wouldn’t be able to drop everything at work to text or call you.

Still you had hoped for something. 

“Fuck him! What an idiotic asshole, especially after you made him breakfast.” Your friend said as you caught her up on the situation. “Get upset! Get angry! If the second he gets home he isn’t on his hands and knees begging for forgiveness, be the biggest bitch to him you have ever been.”

“That seems extreme…”

“Fuck extreme, fuck him! Get angry, fight, and then have the best makeup sex of your life.”

That you could do.

“Honey! Oh how I missed you” Charles said as he opened the door and saw you on the couch, pretending to read a book you had given up on actually paying attention to a while ago. You were still too upset.

You didn’t answer him. You even scoffed as he didn’t seem to recognize your silent treatment, just planting a kiss on your cheek and going to change.

What an asshole.

“Did you think about what you wanted for dinner?” He asked as he returned.

Again, silence.

“I was hoping to try out that new place that opened up down the street, heard it has amazing desserts.” 

Still nothing. 

“Baby? Did you hear me?”

…

“Are you okay?” He sat down next to you. A look of realization appeared on his face as he saw your frown. Finally, he was remembering. 

“Oh honey, I am sorry I had to leave today when I knew you wanted to hang out. I wanted to as well, you know I did. Hours in the simulator and all I could think about was coming home to my beautiful girlfriend, the person I am most excited to spend the rest of my life with.” Nevermind, he still didn't remember. But dammit as he hugged your waist and pulled your face towards him to plant kisses everywhere, you couldn’t fight off the laugh that left your mouth. He was stupid but he was charming. Stupidly charming. 

“There she is,” he said looking at the smile now on your face, much to your dismay. “How about I order from that new place, I’ll get all the things on the menu I know we’ll like so we can try them all.”

“Charles, that's an expensive amount of food for no reason.”

“No it isn’t, not when it is for you. You better get used to it, you are being spoiled for the rest of your life.” he walked away to order and you tried hard to remember why you were mad in the first place.

Right, your anniversary. But was it even fair to blame him? He was busy with work and while you wished he would prioritize you a little more, he always made sure to make up for it, to make you feel as loved as possible. 

You were halfway to forgiving him when he came back into the living room, an apologetic look across his face. “I have to jump on a call, could you go pick up the food, my love?” Nevermind, even when making up for being busy because of work, he was too busy because of work to make up for it. 

“Fine.” Was all you said as you got up, the frown back on your face as you grabbed your stuff and left, ignoring his calls and apologies behind you. 

If that hadn’t put you in a bad mood, then the whole ordeal around picking up the food did.

“I am so sorry, ma’am. It will only be a little longer, we weren’t expecting this much business so fast!” The lady behind the hostess stand said.

It wasn’t her fault of course, but it didn’t help your mood. Still you tried to keep it together as you waited 45 minutes to pick up food that should have been ready the moment you got there.

You even kept it together as you realized you had forgotten your keys to the apartment inside, so you had to call Charles to let you in. But after a few insistent knocks on the door, and a few missed calls, you finally broke down. Maybe it was dramatic, leaning on the door as you sat on the ground, crying, but fuck that. You were upset, and upset you were going to remain. Still, it took a few minutes for Charles to come to the door.

“Ah, I am so sorry love I was on the phone and didn't see your-” He was rambling excuses the second he opened the door but stopped when he saw you on the ground, a mess of tears and snot. “Honey, what is wrong? Oh my love I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you out here so long, and I didn’t know that the restaurant would be such a mess.” He kneeled in front of you as he wiped away your tears.

“It's not that-or not just that. It's everything Charles, this wasn’t how today was supposed to go-”

“I know, my love, I’m sorry I was-”

“No, you don’t understand. Charles, it's our anniversary, and I spent so long thinking of things we could do today to make it special, but nothing happened and it just got worse and worse till I couldn't hold it in anymore. I just- you didn’t even remember and everytime I tried to tell myself it was okay to be upset or angry, you would be so sweet that I couldn’t justify it-” You couldn’t even finish as sobs racked your body. 

Though, you paused when you heard Charles let out a low laugh. You looked up at him, but he wasn’t smiling or laughing at you, tears streaming down his face confirming as much. It was more of a pitiful laugh. 

“I knew this was a stupid plan. There were too many ways it could backfire.”

Before you could question what he meant, he picked up the food in one hand and reached for you with the other. You hesitated.

“Do you trust me?” he asked. Even though you were upset, you took his hand and stood up. Of course you trusted him. 

Your eyes widened as you saw the state of your apartment. Candles lit and spread around, balloons and streamers nicely framing your table that had been set up with a white table cloth, your nicest plates and glasses atop it, and a beautiful, large bouquet of flowers.

“I wanted to make tonight special. I had planned on making the entire day special, but when I had to leave I came up with a plan to make up for me being gone.” He looked at you, waiting for your reaction, he looked… embarrassed? “It was stupid, to pretend I forgot about our anniversary, I wasn’t going to but when I realized I hadn’t said anything, too caught up in the fact I was being taken away from you, I thought I would pretend so I could surprise you. I didn’t have a call, I just needed time to get this ready but after you left upset and then had to deal with all the problems at the restaurant, I began to panic, so much so that I didn’t hear your knocks and didn’t see you had called.” 

You started crying again, alarming Charles. “I know it was stupid, I shouldn’t have done it, I didn’t think it through I’m-” you kissed him, hard.

He was an idiot, such a fucking idiot, but he was yours, and for all of his bad moments, you knew he loved you so much. 

You two finally pulled away, that's when you realized he was shaking, a lot. 

“Charlie?”

“I- I had a whole speech. I worked on it for months. In the shower, in the car, during free practice last weekend it's all I could think of actually, that's why I got yelled at by my engineer.” he laughed, turning red at the memory. “I wanted to talk about how much I love you, how much I don’t deserve you, that I know it's so hard to have my job continually come in the way, but you will always be first, my love, even if it doesn’t feel like it. And I want to spend the rest of my life working to deserve you and your love. I want to spend forever making you feel just as happy as you make me.” Had tears not been blocking your vision, you'd have seen him reach for the box in his pocket.

But it wasn’t until he got down on one knee that you realized what he was doing. And before he could ask the question, you tackled him to the ground. 

The soft carpet luckily kept Charles’ head from hitting the ground hard. You didn’t care, he didn’t care, too busy giggling in between kisses as you both rolled on the ground. Once you two had calmed down and sat up, he slipped the ring onto your finger. “The ring is beautiful, Charlie, but this isn’t how I expected getting proposed to.” you teased as the two of you wiped tears away and tried to fix your messy hair from rolling around.

“It wasn’t how I thought I would propose, but if it ends in getting to spend the rest of my life with you, then I don’t care too much.”

So stupidly charming.

[eyneyke]

A brother?!

Pairing: Max Verstappen x PewDiePie!sibling Summary: What if Felix had a genius brother who works as a RedBull's engineer and is also secretly dating Max part 1 of A Calm to my Storm Masterlist

Felix's computer breaks during a live stream and he calls for help

The livestream was going well—at least, it had started out that way. Felix, aka PewDiePie, was doing a joint stream with Jacksepticeye, playing some ridiculous co-op game. But his computer, stubborn as ever, kept crashing mid-game. After several frustrated sighs, Felix turned to his chat, explaining that he was going to call someone to fix it.

"Ugh, sorry guys, I have no idea what’s going on," Felix muttered, scratching the back of his head. "I think my PC’s dying. Lemme call my brother, see if he can come over and help. He’s good with this stuff."

Jack, ever the jokester, feigning surprise knowing that nobody knew Felix had a brother, chimed in. “Wait, did you just say brother? You have a brother? I thought you had a sister!”

“Yeah, I do, Fenny - who everyone knows already,” Felix said casually, as if it wasn’t news to millions of fans. “and Sam. He’s a mechanical engineer, does some motorsport thingy. Pretty boring.”

The chat exploded instantly with questions and shocked reactions.

User1: "PEWDS HAS A BROTHER???"

User2: "WHO’S SAM??"

User3: "HOW DID WE NOT KNOW THIS???"

Felix hasn't even noticed the fan reaction, already dialling Sam’s number while Jack sat back in smug silence, watching the chat freak out. The call was short and sweet. "Hey, Sam? Yeah, my computer’s being stupid again. Can you come over real quick? Yeah, thanks."

Minutes passed, and Felix distractedly scrolled through his phone while Jack entertained the audience. Then, the doorbell rang.

"Hang on, that’s him," Felix said, disappearing from the screen for a second. When he returned, a tall figure followed him into the room.

The chat went absolutely wild.

Sam had black hair styled into an overgrown mullet that fell messily around his face, held back by a bandana. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that showed off his toned, slightly muscular arms, which flexed every time he adjusted his grip on Felix’s computer. He didn’t say much, just nodded at Felix and got to work, crouching down in front of the PC, picking it up and on the table, pulling it apart like he had done it a hundred times before.

User4: "OMG WHO IS THIS????"

User5: "IS SAM SINGLE?????"

User6: "HELLO, SAM, NICE ARMS!"

User7: "THAT MULLET THO 😍😍"

Felix and Jack couldn’t help but chuckle at the exploding chat, but Felix remained focused on Sam.

"Need anything else?" Sam asked in a deep voice, standing up after fiddling with the computer for a few minutes. His arms were glistening slightly from the exertion as he dusted his hands off.

"No, that should do it. Thanks, man," Felix replied, glancing at his now-revived PC.

Sam turned to the screen, saw Jack and gave a polite nod. "Hi, Jack," he said casually, waving.

Jack waved back, a bit wide-eyed. "Hey, Sam. Thanks for saving the day, man."

With that, Sam left, exiting as mysteriously as he arrived. Felix settled back into his chair, fixing his headset. "Alright, let's see if this thing actually works now."

But before he could continue the stream, the chat was still going insane, demanding answers.

Felix sighed, glancing at Jack, who was grinning ear to ear. "Fine, fine," Felix said, leaning forward to read the chat. "Yes, that was my brother, Sam. No, I guess I never really mentioned him because, well, he’s busy. He’s, like, a mechanical engineer for some motorsports thingy as I already said. Pretty boring, if you ask me. And he's never home, basically."

Jack laughed. "Boring? Your chat seems to think otherwise."

User8: "HE'S HOT, FELIX."

User9: "DOES HE HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?"

User10: @User9 "BOYFRIEND???"

Felix raised an eyebrow, glancing at the chat. "Uh... I don’t know? I think he mentioned a girlfriend—or maybe a boyfriend? I’m not really sure. I haven’t met them yet."

Jack cackled, "The internet’s going to explode now."

Shrugging, Felix continued, "Anyway, back to the game. Can we focus on something other than Sam now?"

[kyu-piddy]

To be a man in your eyes

Fem reader x Ace Trappola

Tw: Age gaps (reader is seven years older), light yandere behavior, implied non-con

1.2k words

Ace could remember many moments in his life with you in it. It was actually harder to remember moments without you.

From the moment Ace had been born, you had been there. His brother's best friend.

You had seen him in diapers, learning how to crawl, how to speak.

As he grew slightly older he used to go into his brother's room and demand he play with him. His brother would roll his eyes and tell him to go away, but you’d smile at him and grab the small plastic figure of his hand, ready to entertain his childish whims.

Eventually he started doing it on purpose. Going into his brother's room when he knew you were there, and demanding you play with him.

He also started stealing the stuff you’d bring over. Hair ties, hair clips, jackets.

You were always sweet and calm in return, indulging him and appeasing his brother, saying “Oh, he’s just a kid.”

At the time it felt great, to have your eyes on him instead of his annoying brother, but it quickly turned sour.

He’d huff and puff at you, saying “I’m not a kid! I’m nine years old! Almost a teenager, Nee-san!”

“You’ll be in a few years. But, for now, you’re still a kid.”

And you’d smile, that sweet motherly smile of yours you reserved for him.

But he didn’t want that smile. He wanted the one you gave his brother, a smile meant for someone of equal standing, an almost adult like yourself.

When his brother went to NRC, he thought he’d have you all for himself. No more pesky older brother to try to take you away. But you stopped showing up as much to his house. You still came by from time to time, but it was much less than before.

The few times you came, you played with him, but it wasn’t the same. You always longingly stared at his brother's bedroom door, as if waiting for it to open and for him to come out.

It infuriated him.

Why couldn’t you pay attention to him?!

“Nee-sannnnnn! Stop staring at stupid Nii’s room!”

“Sorry, Ace. Got a little distracted there. Where were we?”

You’d keep playing as usual, but he still felt furious. He started stealing more of your things in retaliation, and keeping them in his room. One day, he stole a half used lipstick. It was dark red, and the packaging made it look really fancy. It had been on your lips.

He put it on his lips and tasted it. Was this how your lips tasted?

He stashed the lipstick on his bottom drawer.

His brother returned later that year, now a full on graduate and with a job prospect on the line.

The first thing you did was hug him with all your might, and he returned fully, embracing you tightly.

Ace ran towards you both, grabbing a fistful of his brother's shirt.

“Stupid Nii. You’re suffocating Nee-San!”

You laughed and ruffled his hair, saying you were okay.

You really didn’t see him as more than a kid.

But he wouldn’t be a kid much longer. He was becoming a teen soon enough.

But disaster struck.

“I have this really great job opportunity!” You excitedly shared with his brother and him your plans. Your plans of moving away.

This was so unfair. He was so close to being a teenager. To be old enough for you to not see him as a kid. And now you were going to move away? You really were cruel.

His brother was really happy. Of course he was. You were going to be near his stupid Nii-san and not him.

You smiled at him. He ignored it and left the room.

You left, but just like his brother, kept contact.

At least tried to. During the first months he’d ignore your calls, sending you a quick text about how he was so busy, and having so much fun. But the feelings of longing grew stronger.

You’d send him texts, call him, even write him letters.

He couldn’t help but crack, the collection of your many knickknacks not enough to keep him satiated.

After that he tried talking to you everyday, even if it was just through a small text message.

Visits were difficult. Your job required you to work the time he was on holiday, so the only way to see each other was through photos.

You’d sent him some, and the others he’d find from stalking the social media of all your friends.

You looked radiant. And that drove him mad. You were so happy around all these people who weren’t him. You should only smile around him. You should only be his.

Is this because you only saw him as a kid? He couldn’t accept that. You’d have to see him as a man once you saw him face to face.

During the holidays of his third year at NRC, you came back to visit.

You didn’t look much older than the last time he had seen you five years ago, but he had changed immensely. He had the face of a man, and he was now taller than you.

Surely you’d see how much he had grown and stop the childish treatment.

And yet, when you saw him, you still gave him that motherly smile and pat on his head, and he was back to being 9 years old and throwing tantrums for your attention.

Couldn’t you see it? How much of a man he was? He was finishing his studies. He could provide for you. You didn’t need anyone else. He would just have to prove it to you.

“Hey, ___. Can ya come real quick with me to my room? So we can chat one on one like good old times.”

You eagerly accepted, so used to his house that you went in front of him.

You sat on his bed as he locked the door without you noticing.

“Ya know,___, I had a girlfriend when I was in middle school.”

You hummed in recognition.

“But she was so boring. I never even liked her. I never really liked any girl for that matter.”

“You don’t need to worry about that. You’re still young. You have plenty of time to figure it out.”

He sat by your side.

“I already figured it out. There’s one exception.”

He leaned closer to you, and you instinctively leaned back a little, a slight uncomfortable look in your eyes.

“An exception?”

“Yeah. A girl who is so dense, so stupid, that always preferred someone else. Do ya know any girls like that, Nee-Chan?”

He hadn’t called you that since he was 13, trying to distance himself from his former child self.

You looked like you were about to bolt out of the room, arms crossed.

He kept creeping closer to you on the bed and you kept leaning back, until you slipped and hit your back on the mattress.

He grabbed his pen from his pocket, and with a swift gesture your wrists were tied together.

Your eyes widened in horror, the rope becoming tighter as you tried wiggling out of it, a scream stuck in your throat, the shock of it all keeping you from truly screaming.

He smirked at your defenseless position.

His parents had left for the night. You were both truly alone.

After tonight, you wouldn’t see him as a kid anymore.

[hyukasluvr]

Bye, angel

✧ pairing - Taehyun x reader

✧ genre - angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

✧ warning - talking about the death of a dog and a mild argument, and i think that’s it if there’s anything else let me know please!

✧ summary - in the middle of the day you get a call which you think could be one of the worst calls you’ve got in your whole life… you receive the worst news and it gets you really upset but you don’t want to let taehyun know about this… he’ll just think you’re stupid, right?

✧ a/n - this is very self indulgent since i recently had a situation like that.. only i didn’t have a taehyun to help me through but anyways, i’m sorry if i misspelled anything, whatever thoughts u guys want to share with me please do, and now enjoy!

that was one of the worst calls you could ever receive. if not the worst one.

your mom has just called you to give you one of the worst news ever… it was your dog, your dog that had spent his whole life with you was now gone.

you were in utter shock. it was just a week ago that she had called you to tell you that your dog was at the vet and now he’s gone?

this just all seemed like a cruel joke, it didn’t feel right to think that your small ball of fur which you had spent your entire childhood with was now completely gone

you wondered if calling taehyun to come home and be with you would be a good idea… but it wasn’t, was it? wouldn’t taehyun just think you’re being dramatic? it’s just a dog isn’t? wouldn’t he be embarrassed of you bothering him at work just cause you were sad over a dog?

your head kept running around these thoughts. and now you were left there all alone holding back tears, cause even tho you were home alone. if you cried, your eyes would get puffy and taehyun would notice right away.

taehyun was out for practice and wasn’t coming back home until very late, and you were glad he wasn’t here he didn’t have to know this happened and everything would be normal, right?…

you decided to keep your mind busy by watching tv, although you knew your mind was never gonna focus on the show you put.

hours later taehyun arrived home, tired but giddy cause he’s finally seeing you after a long day of practice

"hey love! i brought some takeout” he said when he spotted your figure in the couch

"mhm” was all you answered. still lost in your own thoughts, just looking up at him once you saw him approach the sofa

"are you okay y/n? you look kind of lost” he asked while sitting down next you on the couch

"i’m great. why would i not be?” you said, regretting it a second later cause come on. what was that type of answer. ugh.

he chuckled and just pulled you up from the couch "okay then, let’s go eat before it gets cold”

you followed along sitting down in front of him.

"so um… how was your day?" you asked him.

"well it was quite stressful im not gonna lie, today we had to run over the same choreography for so long i feel like the song is still on playing in my mind right now” he chuckled and looked up at you smiling.

you smiled back at him but your eyes didn’t match your smile. your eyes looked empty and sad.

taehyun knew something was up but you didn’t want to tell him so he had to find out someway

"and how was your day, honey?” he asked before taking a bite out of his food.

"it was okay. i just did some laundry and went out to the convenience store to buy a drink" you said while poking at your food plate.

"oh! and how’s your doggie doing?” he asked looking at you expectantly

suddenly you stopped poking your food and just stared at the plate without saying a single thing. you kept your head low cause you did not want to risk looking at taehyun and immediately breaking down.

him on the other hand. he watched you intently waiting for an answer but growing more worried by the minute because you seemed to be frozen.

"love? is everything okay?” concern was evident in his voice but you refused to look at him, but you just couldn’t react and give him reassurance that everything was fine, cuz for you it really wasn’t.

"y/n! hello?” he got up from his chair and walked around the table to sit down at the chair beside yours.

he moved the plate away from you and he took the fork out of your hand so he could grab your shoulders to face him.

you felt how he moved you but you still decided not to look at him, you were not going to break down so easily. let him think you’re stupid and childish for crying over a dog? you refused to let that happen.

"love, i need you to tell me what’s wrong so i can help you” damn it! he made it so hard for you not to comply, his sweet talk got you weak to the point you almost fell… but you didn’t.

instead what you said really shocked him.

"it’s none of your business.. why do you care?”…

as those words left your mouth you felt instant regret for hurting him. he only wanted to help you but this was the only way to avoid the situation. you pulled your hands away from him and stood up to leave the table, but taehyun stopped you by grabbing your hand and standing up in front of you.

"what has gotten into you y/n? when have i not cared for you??” he was getting a bit irritated and you noticed it in his tone.

"nothing has gotten in me, why can’t i be serious for once? do you think life is all rainbows and unicorns? WELL ITS NOT!” you yell out.

you once again pulled your hand away from his and started to make your way to your shared bedroom. leaving taehyun utterly shocked at your behavior but he was definitely not gonna go after you until he heard a loud thud from your direction.

you were so mentally and physically tired from hiding your pain and your tears that as soon as your foot touched the first step of the stairs, your whole body gave up on you and you fell to the floor finally letting out that painful sob you had been holding in for what felt like an eternity.

taehyun didn’t hesitate to run to you and help you up, but your body was too weak so instead he positioned himself at the floor of the staircase and put you on his lap hugging you so tight that you felt like you could finally let it out.

minutes and minutes passed by and u couldn’t calm down, taehyun didn’t hurry you to say a single thing… he was just there telling you "it’s okay, love, let it out don’t hold back with me, i’ll be right here” which just made you more sad and mad at yourself for trying to shut him out when he’s so sweet to you.

after what felt like hours, you finally felt calm enough to tell him the truth. you looked up at him and he swore he could feel his heart break at your tired and sad eyes looking all red and puffy from crying so hard, he hated seeing you sad but this time it was different… he had never seen you in such a state that he felt totally broken but he was always gonna be strong for you if that’s what you needed.

"taehyun… my dog, my angel, my baby… she’s… she’s gone. forever.” you said trying to hold your sobs in, of course failing miserably.

he heard that and immediately hugged you tight as ever and said "oh my god… i am so sorry baby, i know how much you loved her… i truly can’t imagine the pain you must feel right now, angel. i really wish i could take it away from you”.

you separated from him for a minute to look at him to keep talking, he never let you go tho, still holding you in his arms but always ready to listen to you.

"i’m so sorry for the way i acted towards you right now-“ you saw him open his mouth to protest but you quickly told him "stop, im not finished” he closed his mouth almost immediately which made you chuckle.

"i acted that way cause… i don’t know why i felt like you would find me to be a bit childish for crying over a dogs death like if it was a person, i know you said you’d never judge me… but i felt a lot of things today after getting the news, so i really am sorry, tyun. you didn’t deserve that” you finished looking up at his eyes after trying to avoid eye contact for a while but his eyes never left yours… he was looking at you so fondly that you could honestly melt.

"sweetheart, don’t apologize! i can totally understand that when you’re upset you sometimes don’t even know what to do with all of these feelings you get and sometimes they get the best of you. but believe me. id never ever think you’re stupid for crying over a dog… especially a dog that meant so much to you and that was your partner in crime for almost your whole life” he chuckled lightly and so did you but still feeling a couple of stray tears run down your face. taehyun brought his hands up to your face and wiped underneath your eyes to take away every tear he could before continuing.

"i think you’re such a strong person for putting up with such rough paths life gives you, i am really really proud of you, love” he hugged you once again and whispered a quiet 'i love you' against your ear and you said it back before giving him a sweet little peck on the lips. "alright how about we finish eating our dinner while watching a movie, do you like the idea?” he said, now standing up and helping you stand up.

"i actually love that idea, mr. kang” you tell him teasingly. "well miss l/n, why don’t you pick a movie while i go reheat our food since i’m pretty sure it’s cold by now”.

"that sound great" you tell him before going to the couch to pick a movie to watch together.

both of you ate dinner together while laughing at a stupid comedy movie you found there, feeling so much better after everything that happened, and feeling like you’ve learned a lesson that after that you’d never hide such things from him, cause he’ll always be there for you.

[mable-stitchpunk]

Dazed and Amused- TADC fic- Teaser

It was a typical day in the Digital Circus.

Everyone had just gotten finished unclogging the pipe maze of an infestation of surprisingly aggressive gummy worms. A fantastic adventure that was clearly just Caine giving them busy work that he didn’t want to do himself.

“Excellent job in snaking those drains! And in record time too! You should allll be proud of yourselves. Look at Bubble, he’s thrilled! He’s so happy! He’s… Bubble, goodness me, STOP. Whatever you’re doing, please!"

Bubble turned to face a cringing Caine with a mouth overflowing in half-chewed gummy worms. Them slowly sliding out of his mouth as he replied.

“Sowwy boss.”

“Ahem, in any case…” Caine turned back to the others with a little spin of his cane. “I think you all deserve a just reward and a day out, soooo… We’re going to the DIGITAL CARNIVAL!”

There were some mixed reactions amongst the group, but one was very vocal.

“Really?! Hurray!” Gangle cheered, clapping her ribbons. Her comedy mask still stuck firmly to her face. It was a wonder with how lost she had gotten during their excursion.

As a matter of fact, it was the longest Gangle had gone in a while without breaking that mask. So, instead of her typically sulking self, she was overflowing with excitement, bouncing in place.

And it was all because Jax too had gotten lost in that stupid maze. He gave the masked tangle of ribbons a slightly irritated look.

“Ugh,” he groaned in exaggeration.

He made a show of it but, much to his continued displeasure, Gangle took absolutely no notice of it. Someone else did though, the ragdoll standing directly to his right who quickly chimed in.

“Well, you’re the one who’s always claiming that everyone’s too gloomy. You should be happy she’s happy,” Ragatha whispered to him.

“I said she was being a drag. I didn’t say I wanted her to become annoying,” Jax clarified.

Ragatha rolled her eyes from him to Pomni. Giving her a ‘are you hearing this?’ sort of look.

Pomni looked back with a visibly uneasy look replacing her tired one from a few moments ago. That was right, Ragatha realized. Pomni hadn’t gotten a chance to go to the Digital Carnival, and she could only be wary at Caine’s enthusiasm.

“Don’t worry, Pomni. This is going to be fun! The Digital Carnival is great, really,” Ragatha assured.

Before Pomni could even reply, Caine literally inserted himself into the conversation by popping up in between them. It made Pomni jump and even Ragatha took a partial step back in surprise.

“And now it is even better!” he proclaimed. “I have updated it with more rides, more attractions, more prizes, and plenty more bug fixes!”

“Bugs?” Kinger snapped his head over with a confused blink.

“Oh yes! The, erm, minor issues from last time are a thing of the past! For example, the roller coaster- the cars no longer fly off the track!”

“Aww, but Caine, that was the best part! Coming down at breakneck speeds and then fl-ying off at the turn and breaking our necks,” Jax mockingly complained.

“I’m sorry, Jax. I know you like the thrills, but safety is this park’s number one concern!” Caine insisted, Jax’s shtick flying right over his head. Caine then leaned in and whispered behind his hand- loudly, mind you- “We also have a tunnel of looove~.” He winked.  

“Oh that’s…” Ragatha said back with an awkward smile. She stole a look to Jax and saw the absolute look of offense and disbelief that was now on his face. She squeezed her hands together. “That’s great.”

Jax looked at her with just straight-up disbelief now.

“It is! Especially for any love birds tweeting about,” Caine hinted. If that wasn’t obvious enough, he then nudged Pomni repeatedly until he was sure she got it too.

Ragatha only kept smiling to cover her embarrassment.

“I think you’re tweeting outta your- Wait, if we’re going… Shotgun!” Jax suddenly cried. He thrust an arm up in the air as his face broke into an eager smile.

Ragatha pursed her lips as she realized what she had inadvertently let happen again.

“Why, you eager beaver you! Of course you can drive, Jax! I appreciate the initiative,” Caine complemented.

The others weren’t nearly as thrilled. Gangle was making sure to hold her mask on, Kinger got a downright dazed look, and Zooble gave a loud groan.

“God, Jax, didn’t feel like giving anyone else a chance?” Zooble asked.

“Nope! You snooze you lose, Picasso,” Jax said, strutting by.

“What just happened?” Pomni asked for clarification.

“Jax is driving again,” Ragatha sighed. She rubbed her arm. “He’s… a little bit of a leadfoot.”

“…Wait, we have a car?!”

Ragatha laughed a little. “You could call it that… but I wouldn’t.”

“…That doesn’t bode well!” Pomni said with a tense smile.

[bridgeportbritt]

A Fresh Start Rehabilitation Center | Cypress, SimDonia

???: Who could be here for me? Mom and Dad would've called first.

Arabella nervous: Hey there...

???: Oh, my Watcher! Arabella??

Arabella: Hey, Alex.

Alex: I can't believe you're- how did you-? Oh, my Watcher.

Arabella: I hope you're not mad.

Alex: Mad? no! I'm confused, but I'm so happy to see you! How'd you find me here?

Arabella: Umm... we're best friends with the Queen.

Alex: Really? Diana sent you here?

Arabella: We've been worried about you, so she had someone do some digging. Once we found you here, we knew we needed to see you in person. Diana wishes she could be here, but..

Alex: I understand. Gosh, I'm just happy to see you. Sorry, I said that already. Let's sit and catch up.

Alex: So, how is Diana? You've seen her recently?

Arabella: Yeah, she's doing good. Busy, of course. Seems like she's been pregnant forever. Won't be long now.

Alex: Aw, and you?

Arabella: Well, we just had little Madeliene not to long ago. I don't think I've seen you since I had Jayme.

Alex: Wow, three little ones? You guys aren't wasting no time. Gosh, I feel like I've missed a lot.

Arabella: Yeah, it was like you fell off the face of the earth there. What happened?

Alex: Right... well, it's kind of a long story, but after the wedding fiasco... I was really struggling.

Alex upset: I tried my best to keep it together for the coronation. It was just... seeing her again. Knowing that because of me... my best friend almost...

Arabella: Alex, no one blames you for that.

Alex: Yeah, I kept trying to tell myself that. But, after the coronation.. I just... kind of went off the deep end.

The rest of this post describes substance abuse, alcohol, and drugs. Please read at your own risk.

Alex: The partying, the drinking, the drugs. I was spiraling out of control hard and fast. I- I didn't even recognize myself anymore.

Arabella: Oh, Alex...

Alex: I was just so torn up with guilt and I hated myself for even dating that guy. I felt so violated and used. And I just let everybody down once again with my stupid choices.

Arabella sobbing: I'm so sorry you were going through that, Alex! We should've paid more attention and been there for you!

Alex: No, don't think that, Arabella, really. You were living your life! I was a mess and isolating myself on purpose. Eventually, my parents caught on and sent me here.

Arabella: I'm so glad for that. I... know life is crazy and we don't see each other as much, but... I don't know what I'd do without you. You're my best friend.

Alex: Thanks, Belle. Even though being here sucked at first, it's working its magic, I guess. I've been sober for 5 months, therapy 3 times a week, group twice, activities up the ass.

Arabella: That's amazing, Alex. I'm so proud of you!

Alex: Thanks. Plus, I kind of met someone..

Arabella: Oh, really?

Alex: Yeah, his brother's a patient here. But, my dad's company works with his. He owns a clothing brand. Or "lifestlye apparel" as he likes to call it. He's cool.

Arabella: He sounds like the most normal guy you've ever dated.

Alex laughs: I know, right? No "salarypersons" from Mt. Komorebi this time around. We're just friends for now. Gotta stay focused on the program. But, I only have 3 months left, so... who knows?

Arabella: Wow, that's a really mature way to go about it. I am so impressed, Alex. You're killing it! You're so much stronger than you realize. I can't wait to see how you flourish after this.

Alex: Thanks, I'm excited to. Feels like - ugh - a fresh start.

Arabella chuckles: Ah, that's why they call this place that... Well, care to show me around? Let me into Alex's world?

Alex: Sure, since it's a little less messy.

[ask-the-pale-elf]

(Cont. from he gives you one last glare before walking away)

They don’t go after him, not right now anyway. He needs some time to cool off and they need some time to figure out their response. Plenty of time to do that while cooking.

They wait till after everyone is fed and asleep, or, well, most everyone. Walking over to Astarion’s tent, they say the words they’ve been mulling over, “I’m sorry. You were right,” they raise a hand to keep him from interrupting them, ‘It’s hells of a lot easier to be selfish. And I try and be a hero, a saint even. That’s just how I’m selfish in my own way, I guess. To give myself a feel good feeling, a pat on the back, by helping others.”

“I didn’t say any of that stuff before to make you feel bad, and I’m sorry I did. I’m sorry you’ve been through the literal and metaphorical hells and back. I’m sorry you e been hurt so much. I’m sorry you got your life taken from you before it really even began. My feelings haven’t changed though. You have your way of handling things, I have mine.”

“Mine just so happens to make me want to be a hero. Want to help others. Maybe it’s for my own peace of mind or feeling of goodness rather than it’s for their sake. Maybe it’s so I can feel better about myself.p,” their eyes shift from Astarion to the ground and their voice turns wry and derisive, “Maybe it’s because I’m so selfish in wanting to play the hero, I can’t mind my own business and drag others into helping with me against their will all so I can get that feel good feeling,” they scoff at their own words before looking back at Astarion, voice becoming more neutral, “Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter.”

“I am how I am and I won’t change,” they throw their arms wide and begin to gesture more and more dramatically, “Try and take advantage of the wannabe foolish hero. Throw me in the face of whatever monster we face next, use me as a meat shield, drain me of my sickeningly sweet goody two shoes blood, kill me, I don’t care! At least then we’ll both get what we want. I get to die feeling like I actually did something good, you get a ‘foolish hero’ out of your way, hells, even Lae’zel will get something out of it by having one less person to worry about turning into a mind flayer!”

“Or,” they bring their back back closer to them and cross them over their chest, “we can try and get along until we figure out a way to rid ourselves of our little hitchhikers. You won’t ever have to look or even think about the stupid adventurer who wanted to play hero. I’ll get to be selfish in knowing I did a good thing by helping others and being able to feel like a hero.” They snort as they mockingly mirror their previous words, “And Lae’zel won’t have to be on edge sharpening her sword, waiting for one of us to bust tentacles out of our skull.”

They don’t walk away this time. Instead they look in his face and try to see what he may be thinking, “We’ll each get what we want. It’s just a matter of when. Maybe I’ll throw myself into death’s arms trying to play hero before any of that, who knows. Until any of that happens, we should try and get along. If only so we work well together in battle, if nothing else.”

It’s as close to an olive branch as they’re willing to offer.

- Starlight (tell me if these are too long please, I have anxiety and worry. Also, you’re totally okay for lack of updates, you have your personal life offline and shouldn’t feel obligated to update if you’re busy or stressed. Hope all works well for you!)

(Cont. from here)

His ruby red eyes narrowed at you as you forbade him from interrupting, how utterly rude of you. First you prided yourself on your moral high ground, then you strolled up to his tent without any invitation, and now you told him to shut up!

Astarion stifled the urge to bear his fangs at you, he'll tear a new one into you later. As he kept listening to you go on and on, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. How naive.

You really thought you were making a difference, didn't you? The pale elf knew your kind very well, intimately even. There were many a bedfellow who promised to love him or hells even free him from his master, but they all failed. By either running with their tails between their legs or being disappointed by Astarion not being the affectionate damsel in distress they wanted him to be. Either way they met their ends swiftly enough.

Even heroes wouldn't stoop so low as to help a vampire spawn and in his eyes, you were no different. Astarion had half a right mind to take you up on your offer and suck you dry and leave you in the dust. But...

He knew your potential, as much as he would hate to admit it. The vampire spawn needed you, he needed your strength to finally take down Cazador.

Astarion bit into his lip in frustration, "Fine! You're more useful to me alive than dead anyway. Just don't expect me to like what you're doing, least of all be nice."

He turned his back to you in a huff, frustrated at your good points but somewhat relieved that you had his back.

[emerald-notes]

My Guardian Angel - Part 2

Fandom: BTS Paring: Min Yoongi x Female Reader Genre: Fluff and slight angst Warning: Age gap, sorry but Yoongi spoils our little mc too much, nightmares, implication of abusive parents, running away from home, kissing (on the cheek), sickness, crying etc. Word Count: 2.8K Words Note: Since the reader is only 15 years old, I reduced Yoongi’s age to be 22. Please keep the age gap in mind before diving in to read. I must say there is nothing explicit in here.

Summary: You start to find happiness in the little things of your everyday routine bound life with the not-so-stranger in your shared home...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]

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"Kitten, I'm home." A familiar voice greeted me from the outside while I was inside hiding beside the closed door.

My three most favorite words coming out of the mouth of my favorite person were enough to make even my worst day better. I tried hard to stop myself from giggling and giving away my position to him.

“Shelby, don’t!” I angrily whispered to our dog to stay quiet at her place. But she kept looking in my direction with her tail wagging behind her. I glared at her to stop. There was no time to bring Shelby beside me. Because I could already hear Yoongi opening the door.

And “Bwagh!!!” I yelled at his face right away.

“Ahh!” Yoongi sighed irritably. His eyes closed with a visible frown on his forehead. “How long will you keep this up?” He asked finally.

“Long enough for you to get used to it.” I replied happily. I wondered how stupid he could be for falling for the same old trick dozens of times. Nevertheless, this simple silly act made both of our days better.

As for most of my days, there was nothing exciting going on. Yoongi left everyday early in the morning even before I was awake. He always prepared both breakfast and lunch so that I really had no work to do. The only thing that kept me busy in this house in the middle of nowhere was our dog, Shelby. I would pet her, feed her, play with her and even talk to her from time to time to pass my lonely hours.

And Yoongi would be busy doing carpentry in the nearest town. He would have his lunch outside and would be home before it's too dark. His coming home was the time I wait for everyday since I started living with him. Because everyday I missed his presence beside me terribly.

As soon as he was home, I was happy again. I would start talking about how boring my day went and how much I missed him and what a new trick I had taught Shelby and what an interesting story I read from one of his old books and what a unique insect I had discovered outside and many more.

Despite being exhausted from his work earlier, Yoongi never complained. He listened attentively while doing his usual household chores with me. He rarely interrupted me while I talked but I knew for sure he was listening.

On a normal night, we would go to bed as soon as we were done with our dinner. But sometimes I would make a request to Yoongi to play the guitar for me. And he would be already on the couch ready to play my favorite tune as soon as I rested my head on his lap. Sometimes I would fall asleep and Yoongi would carry me to the bed without waking me up.

He let me have the bed for myself. It was too small for two people. So Yoongi would sleep on a sleeping bag on the floor beside it. I had asked him to let me sleep there instead since it was practically his house. But he refused and stayed firm in his decision.

Even with all the happiness that I never imagined I could experience, it would be a lie to say that I never feared losing it all. I often did. Actually more often than it could be counted as often. Every time I could hear Yoongi’s soft snoring through the quiet night, I would think about my life before him.

I knew that I was a burden on my step father who, after my mother’s death, had clearly shown me in every single way possible that I was unwanted in his house. But he was also very strict and possessive in nature. What if one day he decided that he would search for me?

I dreaded that my step father would find me somehow and all of this would be over. I would no longer be able to see Yoongi. I would no longer know what happiness truly feels like. I would no longer have a place to call home.

"Don't go anywhere far. I don't have the energy to look for you around the whole town." Yoongi yelled at me as I sprinted out of the grocery store.

"I won't." I replied louder as I went closer to one of my favorite places.

The gift shop.

It was a regular thing at this point. Every weekend, Yoongi would bring me with him to the town to do the week's grocery shopping and after that I was allowed to look through the cheap gift shop nearby. I would find something I liked and Yoongi would buy that for me in the hope of keeping my mood lifted throughout the whole week.

I walked around the small shop and carefully looked for the one thing that could bring me some comfort at times when Yoongi’s not there for me. And the little fox plushie, I assumed, recently came into the shop because I never had seen one here, caught my attention.

“Aren’t you a cutie?" I took the sleeping fox in my arms and cradled it slowly. I realized I had never had a stuffed animal my entire life. Not that I had always wanted one. But the sudden realization made me want to have a stuffed animal for myself.

I sensed Yoongi coming into the shop and I looked back, holding the fox towards him to see.

"So, you've already made up your mind, kitten?" Yoongi took the plushie from me to check it. But there was a frown on his forehead.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Umm... I think we can find something better than this." He returned the baby fox back to its family.

That was a really unexpected reply. Yoongi had never refused to buy me the thing I always chose for myself. I couldn’t even see any defect on it for him to say that. As he walked away from the plushie section, I took the little fox again and the price tag caught my eyes this time.

Hell, no!

"How come something that is too costly ended up at a cheap shop like this one?" I thought to myself. I could tell that my face went red from the embarrassment.

I should have been more understanding. Just because he said he'd buy me anything I liked didn't mean that I could ask for just about anything. That's asking a little too much from him considering how generous he was to me.

So, I picked a colorful key chain and showed it to Yoongi, pretending to be very hyped about it. He simply nodded and got that for me.

On our way home, I couldn't bring myself to talk like I usually did. Yoongi, too, remained too quiet.

The next weekend, Yoongi had to go to work. He said that it was the only time I had to miss going to the town and that he would make sure that it would never happen again. Despite the reassurance, I was kinda mad at him the whole day and decided not to talk to him when he came home.

He came home later than usual, called "Kitten, I'm home" as usual and asked me to put the groceries at the right places.

I, intentionally sulking at his presence, took the bags from him and got to work without any words. Judging by the heavy atmosphere that I had created around the house, he seemed to have understood how I felt. But he stayed quiet nonetheless.

My head was burning at that point. Maybe that was why I made unnecessary noises while doing the simple tasks Yoongi had assigned me to do.

"Oppa!" I couldn't help exclaiming as I noticed the small bag. I had been to the place too many times to know where it came from. And there it was. The little sleeping fox plush, waiting for me to embrace it in my arms.

I waited no longer. I ran towards Yoongi and immediately pulled him in a hug. Unable to say how happy he had made me, I kissed his cheek impulsively instead.

"Aish!" That usual sound of Yoongi whenever he was irritated or at least wanted me to think that he was.

But in a split second, his face beamed and he accidently flashed a gummy smile. Not to be exaggerating but it was a sight worth dying for. Yoongi's face changed, with that his whole demeanor changed as well. He looked like a completely different person when he smiled like that.

So, I had to say it, "Had I known it before, I would have kissed you all day and night, only for you to smile like that."

The only time I remembered going on a vacation was when I was a child and my father was alive at the time. We had gone to stay by the sea for a week. Even though most of the memories were faded, I could still see my father’s happy face in my mind sometimes.

This time it was the desert in contrast to the sea. Yoongi had planned to take a few days off from work and take me on a hike. I had never been so excited to look forward to something. We packed our stuff, got in his jeep and drove off.

The place looked so lively with many plants of vibrant colors. There were small and big mountains. The huge golden field stretched ahead of us. Yoongi parked his car at a side and we got off with our bags. After some hours of walking past the rocky mountains we found a suitable place to camp for the night.

I was excited at the prospect of sleeping in the open sky. Something about seeing the galaxy all night told me that it was a rare experience only a few fortunates could afford. I got another new reason to be grateful to Yoongi for the rest of my life.

“Oppa!” I called to check if he was already asleep since we had a long day.

“Hmm?” he replied.

“What does it feel like to look at the sky and you can see a part of eternity ahead of you?”

“Umm…” He thought for a moment before answering, “I don’t know! What do you feel about it?”

“I feel small. I feel insignificant. I feel…” I stopped and glanced at him, expecting a reaction.

He was still looking at the sky earnestly but hummed quietly at my response. It felt like I didn’t need to explain it further. Yoongi understood.

“Oppa!” I hesitantly called again, “Would you mind if I ask you something?”

“Ask away!” He shot me a pretending-to-be-annoying look and turned back to the sky.

I gulped before asking, “Why do you live alone?”

“For peace.” He sighed.

“I don't think I understand.”

Yoongi stayed quiet for some time and I felt like I shouldn’t have pushed the boundary. So, I turned on the other side and closed my eyes.

As I was dozing off, I could hear Yoongi’s deep soothing voice. He talked as if he was living the memory that he was speaking of. My tired eyes couldn’t cooperate. But my ears were all awoken.

“I was about your age, kitten, when I ran away from my parents seven years ago. Until now I never regretted that decision even though there were times I actually missed them. Because it was the only way i could bear to live with a sane mind. Solitary life offers you a kind of peace you wouldn’t know you needed until you can experience it. But…”

He stopped suddenly. I wanted to ask him to continue. I wanted to know what could be the ‘but’ when he himself said that he didn’t regret it. Apparently I didn’t need to. Because Yoongi spoke the rest of the words in a muffled voice as he fixed his posture to a comforting sleeping position.

“I never realized that it was happiness that I lacked in my life apart from peace. That was until I met you.”

His words kept me up through most of the night.

The next morning, it turned out I had a severe dust allergy. So, I woke up with a swollen face and a tight throat. The horror in Yoongi’s eyes as he realized something was wrong with me was another new thing I discovered his neutral face could do.

My feet were blistered from walking in the heat last day. So, after walking almost half of the way, Yoongi had to give me a piggyback ride until we reached his jeep.

I rested my head on his shoulders as he walked slowly carrying my weight on his back. And I spoke quietly in his ears.

“It was the same for me too, Oppa. I realized I can finally rely on someone without having to feel like a burden.”

I could hear the usual sound of the car being parked outside. I sprinted out of my room in no second to greet Yoongi. But instead I saw the man I was the most scared of before me. It was my step father.

“Long time, no see, huh?” He grinned at me with his disgusting rotten teeth.

“H… how d… did you find me?” I stammered as I took a step back.

“C’mon, now! Is that the way you greet your father?” The man began to walk towards me.

“Stop!” I yelled. “You’re not my father.” I wanted to scream it on his face but couldn’t bring myself to do so.

“Quit the game. It’s time to go home.” He quickly grabbed onto my wrist before I could turn back to run.

“Let go of me.” I screamed. “I’m not going anywhere from here.”

No matter how much I screamed or pleaded, he seemed to take no notice of that. He kept dragging me towards his van. I tried hard to fight him. But he was way too strong.

“Oppa!” I tried calling for Yoongi in vain. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hear me. He was miles away at work. He didn’t even know anything about the existence of my cruel step father.

As soon as he threw me inside his van I tried to get up and escape. But he grabbed onto my hair and pulled me back inside. I screeched my lungs out as a sharp pain ran through my head.

I woke up panting and drenched in sweat. I must have screamed in real life because Yoongi was already beside me, trying to read from my face just how bad of a nightmare I had.

I tried to speak but my breath was hitched, as always, whenever I cried. Yoongi moved a little closer and I threw myself at him, hugging him by his neck and sobbing loudly on his chest.

My grip on him tightened as he tried to move. I couldn’t let him go from my sight. I couldn’t let my nightmare come to reality.

Yoongi hugged me back and stayed that way for quite some time before whispering softly in my ears.

“Kitten!” He said, “I’m not going anywhere. Just give me a minute, okay?”

I sniffed and nodded my head as I released my hold on his neck. Yoongi went to the patio and came back quickly with his guitar. I tilted my head to the side in confusion.

Yoongi started to play a soft tune. It was a new one. I hadn’t heard him playing it before. I grabbed a pillow and leaned on the side of the bed. Then I closed my eyes to absorb the music. I noticed that it made me feel relaxed within a minute and I was able to speak again. He really knew how to calm me down.

Something that I had come to notice was that Yoongi never talked unless he knew for sure I was ready to speak again. So I had to make the first move. And I calculated just what to ask for in my head before I spoke.

“Oppa! I have a favor to ask for.” I stated quietly. I knew Yoongi wouldn’t be able to refuse.

He stopped the music and looked towards me. I said, “Can you please lie beside me until I sleep? Just tonight? I swear I won’t ask again.”

Yoongi closed his eyes and shook his head in frustration, “Aish! This girl and her whining. Yah!” He scolded me, still speaking softly though, “Don’t you think I’m spoiling you a little too much? You’re always asking for favors. How old do you think you are?...”

His rant went on about as much time as it took for him to make the bed. Then he lied in the corner, making an irritated face. I smilingly joined him without a word. Even though he would say that he didn’t like to be touched, he was undoubtedly the best cuddling partner one could ever wish for.

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The Storm’s End, part 4

Modern AU inspired by Aemond Targaryen’s visit to Storm’s End.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OFC (House Baratheon)

Warnings:  Um, smut?  

Part 1  -  2  -  3

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Aemond didn’t see Cassie for a week.

Every day he woke up hoping she’d texted him and every night he’d down a couple of inches of whisky before realizing she wasn’t going to show up.

He’d been brutally busy with company business now that they had the votes, and even Helaena had commented how grumpy he seemed.

“Sorry, Hel.”

“Are you this mean around Cassie?”

He’d turned to look at his sister and hadn’t been able to answer.  Helaena had blinked a couple of times and tilted her head, and with a small frown on her face, had turned and left.

“When is the annulment going to take place?”

He really didn’t want to have this conversation with his mother.  He didn’t want to have this conversation with anyone.  

“I have to go,” he said, kissing Alicent’s cheek and ignoring her attempt to keep talking to him.

On his way to his car he got a text.

It was Cassie.

“When can I move in to my new appartement?”  She had added an emoji of a croissant.

Aemond stopped, staring at the words until they didn’t make sense any more.

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no

* * * * *

Cassie sat on her bed.  She would move to Paris.  She would restore antiques.  She would be free of her family.

She kept trying to smile but couldn’t summon the energy.

She’d fallen for Aemond.  Stupid, stupid girl, she thought.  It was the absolutely worst thing she could have done.  

Grabbing a slice of pizza, she had just sipped at her wine - keeping it classy - when someone knocked on the door.  She grabbed her phone to see who it was, and her heart began racing when she saw Aemond on the small screen.

She dropped the pizza slice back in the box and went to open the door.

Aemond stood, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.  “I’m getting something else out of this,” he said, and she remembered saying those very words to him.

She took a step back and he walked in.  

“Love,” he said, running a hand through his hair.  “I’m in love with you, Cassie,  I know this is unexpected, and I’m sorry to-”

Cassie closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her mouth to his.  She heard him kick the door shut and then he was cradling her face, his mouth busy on hers.  When he pulled back, he grabbed her shoulders.  “I’m a fucking idiot, Cassie, I don’t even know- I haven’t even asked you what you want.”

She gave him a look.  “I thought I just made that pretty clear, I don’t go around kissing men I don’t have feelings for.”  She smiled at him, her eyes watery.  “I’ve fallen for you, Aemond.  I’m going to Paris because it’s my dream but to be honest, I don’t know how long I’ll last being away from you.  I suppose there are flights-”

“Fuck flights,” he interrupted, shaking his head.  “If you want - only if you want - I can work from anywhere.  I can rent a place close to you.”

Cassie smiled.  “You are a fucking idiot.  You’re not renting anything.  But wait, wait,” she stepped back, “I thought family was everything to you.  You’d really move far from them?”

Aemond shrugged.  “Technology is a beautiful thing.  And my family is important to me.  But they’re not everything.  Not any more.”  He took a deep breath, and to her shock and surprise, went down on one knee, holding out his hand while fishing something out of his pocket.

“Cassandra Baratheon, will you stay married to me by law but be my true wife, my soulmate?  Fuck it, I’ll divorce you and marry you for real if you want.”

Her tearful laugh was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard, and then she was pulling him up and wrapping her arms around his neck.  “Yes, Aemond, I will stay married to you.”

He kissed her for a long time, then remembered.  “Wait.”

He opened the little box, “I know you already have a ring and if you want to change it we can, but I got you something else.”  There was a large sapphire pendant surrounded by diamonds, hanging from a delicate gold chain.

“Holy shit, that’s gorgeous.”  Cassie turned, pulling her hair up on one hand so he could put the necklace on her.  When he was done, he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.

“I want to see you wearing this.  Only this.”

She turned around, began unbuttoning the oversized shirt she wore, let it slide down, and reached for Aemond’s left hand.  “I want to see you wearing this,” she said, tapping his wedding band.  “Only this.”

* * * * * 

They had finished the bottle of wine and the pizza, and Cassie was now wrapped around Aemond as he sat up against the pillows.  

“Do you want a party?”

She raised an eyebrow.  “I thought that’s what we were having,” she smirked.

Aemond smiled.  “I mean a reception, something to celebrate our marriage with the people we love.”

Cassie groaned, “oh my fucking god, I’m going to have to tell my father that I am staying married to you.” She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands.  “He is never going to let me live that down.”

“You’ll be too busy in Paris, fixing furniture for  museums or rich people, to care that much.”

“True,” she snuggled against his side.  “I hadn’t thought about a reception.  I suppose we could, but nothing too crazy.  Are you really going to be okay with moving to Europe?”

He pulled her closer, kissed her.  “Yeah.  It will be an adventure.”

Cassie slipped out of his arms, reached over to straddle him.  “That’s how I feel.”

“Hmm.  You feel amazing,” he murmured, grabbing her hips.  He hardened against her heat, moaned when she began sliding back and forth before she finally took him in.  “Fuck.”  He watched, mesmerized, her breasts bouncing as she started to move, let her set the pace.

She bit her lower lip, trying to go slow, not end it too quickly.  Her fingertips sank into Aemond’s shoulders, holding on.  “Is it ever going to stop being so frenzied?” she asked, losing the battle and beginning to move her hips faster.

“This?  Us?”  Aemond panted, “I’m sure we’ll find out.”

Cassie threw her head back, and began clenching around him as her orgasm hit.  His hands on her hips kept her moving, faster, harder, until he reached his own release.  She finally fell on him, breathing heavily, as the pleasure began to ebb.

He rubbed her back, content to stay like this as long as she wanted.

* * * * * 

Six months later

“This is the life,” Cassie declared as she bit into her mille-feuille.  “Hey, I thought you didn’t like hot chocolate!”

Aemond looked up.  “This is not hot chocolate.  This is some kind of dark magical elixir.  I’ll make you some more,” he smiled, then downed the rest of her cup.

She smiled, watching his ass as he went to the kitchen.  Turning, she saw the sunset past the many buildings out of her window, and walked out to the balcony.  

It was a rare day off for her, as once she had gotten a couple of restorations under her belt, word had spread through the Parisian rich and beautiful, and she had a fairly steady stream of work.  She had also done some minor work for the Louvre, but as they had their own team of restorers, they’d told her they would keep her on a list of contractors instead of offering her a permanent position.

Cassie understood.  She was young and could wait, and rather enjoyed the variety of projects she had at the moment.

“Here, Madame,” Aemond handed her a cup full of her favorite hot chocolate.  He had just woken up from a nap, as late night west coast conference calls tended to run into the early hours of Parisian mornings.  He wrapped his arms around her, watching the setting sun.  “What are you working on these days?”

“A dresser for a couple in the 7th.  One of the drawers is missing so I have to reconstruct it from scratch.”  She offered him the cup, letting him have a few sips.  “Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“Because you’re fucking brilliant,” he said.

She raised her lips to his, and sighed, enjoying the soft colors of the sunset.

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@arryn-nyx​   @greenowlfactif  @hydrationqueensworld    @megzdoodle@melsunshine​  @queenofshinigamis     @throughgoeshamilton   @travelingmypassion

@hb8301   @kaemond-zafiro    

[hats-off-to-nyx]

Dear ....

hi

The title of the playlist I sent you to catch your attention

Funny enough it did

You were nice... I guess, but made me fall for you twice as much nevertheless.

You didn't even wonder why I randomly sent it to you, only said it was cute and you'll listen to it too.

Damn, the effect you had on me was so huge. The mere fact you accepted my friend request sent butterflies bursting.

I was sick after exam week, Intramurals, PE day and some personal shit, but one interaction from you sent me smiling all week. 

Talking with you was a roller coaster ride of emotions. One time I smiled too much it’d hurt my face, one time, my frown was so visible, my face looked like it was drooping.

Sending you songs I want to recommend for the sake to keep talking to you. You recommend songs back i'd listen to it until tomorrow.

My heart raced like it was in a marathon, other times it broke like bits and pieces like scattered stars on the cosmos.

My heart swooned whenever you talk about your favorites. How you gush over things you were passionate about.

How I really wanted to escape my house at dead midnight just to come to you and comfort you in your problems you cryptically relay.

Jokes, that I sometimes took seriously, haha sorry about that.

Words you wrote and symbols you accompany drove me in a whirlwind of thoughts

Candies, laughs, and you called me "sweet soul"

You had me wrapped…

But one faithful night I accidentally confessed

I feared I might've scared you off

It wasn't what I planned, being friends with you was already fine

You said we were totally alright, that we're better off friends, I accepted that

But...

That was the end

Or

Was that the beginning I started to open my eyes...

Tiny little red flags I deliberately ignored. 

It was always me who initiated the talk. You only reply fast if the topic only interested you

You barely even recommended songs to me?

It was always me...

Did you really even listened to the songs I sent?

A tornado of anxiety came rushing in

What if you mocked how stupid I was. Sent it to friends to have them mock me with you. Laugh at how stupid and desperate I was. How pathetically bullshit I was…

But hey, maybe I'm just overthinking? You're not like that right?

Maybe you were busy. I'm sure there are times you can't reply to your friends quickly

Haha…

Here I am gaslighting myself again

Convincing myself I've never made you feel uncomfortable 

Or that you didn't long pressed my messages just because I'm a person in your life as irrelevant as the stranger you meet everyday

That you just had so much to think about 

I guess?

Well…

That was until one night, something cleared out my suspicion

It was another Intramurals at school. I wasn't a student anymore because I stopped to focus on work.

I attended because I really wanna see my friends

To see you…

It was awarding night, I saw you with your team waiting for your time to get on the stage. You were on your phone. So I decided to chat you…

"Hey **** you at school?"

Was I too desperate? I don't know…

But you never replied, even viewed my message, nothing…

I wondered if you didn't receive it, but how? You were on your phone the whole time

You only replied hours later

Haha fck that kinda hurt

Was I not even your friend?

But hey... Who am I even...

So no biggie

I only got to see you when we finally approached you... You were so nice, made me forget you ignored my message haha

But, I was constantly reminded of that, everytime

Like a a ghost

That kept on haunting me

I'm no one

Just another one of your admirers

It's funny because, you were one of the reason why Intramurals was memorable

It started with Intramurals, and I think it ended with Intramurals

So I wrote this letter to pour out my emotions. Instead, it made me realize many things

I’m merely but an annoyance for you. And I apologize for that

I know you have someone you call your “mine”

I'll stop now before I fall even deeper into the rabbit hole I dug

This is fine

Maybe it's for the best

It is for the best

So 

Consider this letter the last

Dear ....

[ask-but-beware-the-consequences]

After the End | part 2

Continuation of 2x06

On the way back, Crowley was still thinking. When he was up in Heaven with Muriel, he saw the video of the archangels wanting to continue the great plan. Just because Gabriel said no at Armageddon 2, and they unofficially fired him, that doesn't mean they won't continue until they can finally get there. This won't be solved just by running away. Aziraphale was right, even if he was manipulated, they need someone on the inside, with a high position such as what he got offered. They need to put an end to the plan of destruction for good. Aziraphale must be scared senseless, from Metatron, from the task he took on, from God, from failing, from him not being beside him.

He almost stopped in his steps, but they needed to get his talking over with.

- Oh, the love pair I meant to report back from!

- I think it's not needed anymore. I was stupid enough to say what we really did with that miracle.

- Are you angry at yourself?

- I am. Very much. I keep screwing things up, but that's just how demons are.

Nina and Maggie were waiting for them to return, waved to Muriel, and welcomed them at the table.

- Hello! I don't think it's important anymore, but I'm curious, are you two in love yet?

Nina gave her the look.

- ...You just can't stop asking about my love life, can you?

- Sorry! I was just promised that this would happen and now I'm invested in it. A bit.

- Look, maybe one day, alright? For now I need space, and some peace.

- Oh alright! So what do you want to talk about?

- Crowley?

- So as you know, Metatron took away Aziraphale Up there.

- Yes.

- Did you like Aziraphale?

- He was being very kind, yes! It was fun to work around him.

- Yesss...I get that.

- I hope nothing bad happens to him. It would be a shame to lose such a friendly angel. But he's getting a promotion, so I'm sure he'll be alright in Heaven!

Nina had seen the third person with this still believing in magic trope, it was getting weird. Maggie on the other hand wanted to tell her what's going on but still kept her word to Crowley.

- Muriel, do you think Heaven, for you as angels, is really a good place?

- Of course! Hell is bad, so it only makes sense it's all good!

Nina was giving up in her mind from all that innocence and for it being used out.

- Okay let's cut this short. Aziraphale is in bad hands, and Metatron is using him. He might get to you too, just to get what he wants. You need to know this, do not trust Metatron, he wants to use you.

- I mean, everyone does, that's how it has to be, but how do you know about Metatron? He's the voice of God, he can't be that bad..? I feel like everyone's got more knowledge but me. I'm doing such a bad job - she said dissapointedly at herself.

Maggie tried to make it better for her.

- No, no! You're not doing a bad job, you're just unexperienced!

Crowley continued.

- You doing a good job now only depends on what you will do. I'm a demon, I know. But it would be wise to step aside from anything Metatron would try to tell you.

- Didn't Aziraphale tried to do the same?

Crowley got quiet. He was hurt by those words, so Maggie continued.

- I think what he means to say is, it would be better to avoid him for now. Don't get involved, be busy when he would need you.

- But it's my best chance at finally getting forward in my job!

- God...! Are all angels like that? - Nina was getting a bit upset.

- Mostly - Crowley said.

- Look, you're not safe with him. You either miss out on one opportunity, and probably get more opportunities later, or you get too far too soon and risk your existence, and live in fear. We want what's best for you.

Crowley was thinking.

- I think it's better if you hide your face for now - he took a breath - Muriel needs to go Up. I have a message to Aziraphale. Maggie you're coming too.

Nina joined in.

- Then I'm coming too, I don't want to miss out on any important changes.

- ...Sure.

Crowley got inside with the others onto the Bookshop's lowest floor.

- We need to do a very good job at this. We're hiding Muriel, so Heaven can't get a note of that.

Muriel was getting anxious.

- Why is this so important? Are you doing another trick on me, Mr. Grumpy?

- Stop!... Stop calling me that!

Nina looked at Crowley, he was being desperate, and she could read it.

- Everything he knows, knows it from me.

Crowley gave her a look of confusion, but she want on.

- If anyone asks, it's me who helped, I was the one who realised Metatron is dangorous.

- That's kind of true - Crowley admitted.

- I saw that Metatron manipulated Aziraphale, and poisoned him against his own will - Nina signaled with her brows at Crowley.

- Oh, ooh! Yeah. No! You don't say...! - he acted flabbergasted, like he just learnt that information.

- He's in danger, he might even die, and Metatron might do the same to you. You need to hide.

- I-... I don't get it. We were supposed to be the good guys! - Muriel was scared.

- Oh please, not this again - Crowley breathed out from annoyance, he didn't want to start this over again with another angel too.

- Look Muriel, we like you. You're like a lost puppy and we're trying to look out for you. We are humans, the in-between, we share love. We want to help you. You can't trust a demon that's fine, but you have to trust us!

Maggie came in to speak too.

- You like Aziraphale too, right?

- Well, yes. Barely anyone talks to me, and it was nice to have someone to talk to. He's really nice!

- It all depends on you if we can save him. Saving someone is good, you would do good, wouldn't you?

- Yes, of course!

- Then do this for Aziraphale, and for yourself.

- ...Alright.

Everyone sighed out.

- Thank you.

- So... - Muriel continued - What are we doing?

- Check if anyone's looking in Heaven - Crowley said.

Later the four of them walked out of the shop like nothing happened, to get to the building they've been using to get to Heaven.

They all gave out a sigh, standing in a row.

- It's time. Isn't it? - Muriel asked, giving out an anxious sigh - Coming back to Heaven again.

- It is - Crowley said calmly - you need to do this. We believe in you.

- I'm a bit scared too... but, good luck! - and Maggie snapped her fingers for the elevator to appear.

- Take care. Don't let them take Maggie. Or either of you - said Muriel and she stepped into the elevator.

- We'll be good, you don't have to worry about us - said Crowley.

And finally, Muriel stepped into the elevator. Going up, alone. The thought of Aziraphale being on his own, alone too was what gave her bravery.

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[despressoslatte]

OMG it’s so good I expected that reaction because it’s kinda complicated on both ends

Zach though he was loosing his girlfriend well who he thought was his girlfriend since she was being off during the ski trip and was kissing his cousin then they had a day where he thought they were on good terms and the “connection” is there again but he still felt something was off

Y/n has every right to be upset like I said it’s complicated cause you were basically starting to have a connection with another girl. And if y/n hadn’t showed up how long would it have gone for ew Zoey would have just kept playing it out too. But I’m glad y/n was there to have him remember again but still complicated

And why do I get the sense that Zoey is gonna appear in part 4 seeing Zach upset and say so I’m assuming you and your girlfriend broke up and says look Zach I’m sorry but at the same time I’m not we had a connection in the end and I really wanna explore that *something along the lines with tgat*

Zach gets angry yells at Zoey how stupid of a plan that was and how can she do that and he talks about y/n how he’s in love with her and all these other things and says how the only connection he has is with y/n and the only girl he wants to be with is her

While y/n was a few feet away Zach was to busy yelling at Zoey she hears him and she sees how Zach is upset with everything and actually loves her and she later looks for him at his dorm :))

wait that’s so cute!!!! i love how much everyone has been eating up this story (literally made this blog the day i posted the first part, was NOT expecting it to get as much traction). definitely going to be working on cute grand gestures and reconciliations for reader and our zachy poo. she and zoey have a class together so… wonder how that’ll go 🍵🫖

[the-firebird69]

Modern Villa by @FloMeliz

We have a handle on things but now it's much better but we had to have one on it now everybody knows what we're saying it's going to be a war and a question as to who's controlling it and we need that. But we really need to get to it he's been working previously to find out what the issue is and there it is only a couple other ones but those are found out now these leaves are going to be gigantic if they get them operational they're way too big way too powerful and you can't have it we cannot have it and we're working now day and night this is important we need maintenance right here today tonight right here right now.

And we're moving forwards but this place is going to have a storm and we need to certain things for a son and our daughter will feel better and those ships are heating up 500 million shut down is not true they're going at it with the pseudo empire supposedly they're really idiots we have issues and we need them straightened out so she can move but this war is going to straighten it out to a degree right now those ships are heating up and the weaponry is heating up and they are getting attacked and we have four battle groups in and the pseudo empire is moving two more billion chips and they have three already and it matches the remaining 5 billion and other groups are moving two billion each is about 10 billion total it's going to be a battle everyone doesn't want these idiots around it is sitting on it waiting for them to do stuff down there because they can't make things it's over for them and it'll get it they do not get it they're going to get it soon Tommy f is a thief too but he can build stuff he hates them they're they're so stupid they saw our son get up and start a business out of nothing and he hardly know how to do anything and they couldn't stand it and kept on beating on him and they still are and his ideas are all over the world what time you have hates them can't stand them for what they say he did you know our son didn't see him do anything doesn't put him past it though. Huge huge things are happening but they are going to attack the pseudo empire and you can see it in starcraft and Warhammer Warcraft and the war down below is continuing and they send units down there occasionally with the Zerg in tow huge numbers of bugs flow in and then the Zerg flow in and they go after the weaponry and disable it and mutants go in and take stuff it's a huge army and it's a big effort and I think that these guys are taking stuff and they see Lily right there with them and it's going on shortly there's a lot of things happening here we do not want to see them do anything to our son and have to have a much stronger presence at this time I'm calling for a certain level and putting it out there and we'll have a meeting and we'll start doing it I'm sending them in now but really the pseudo empire is going to be hit tonight they're trying to invade here tonight and their percentages are falling and this half million ships has already been have billion I'm sorry it's being eaten up right now and it's going to be out in moments and then the next and then they'll find bja doing it and he'll probably send lots of two billion and lose these people are stupid these ships can go in the tunnels in front of us to be effective to do some stuff transport small Jets and set up bases and I'll tell you what they can pipe in stuff I mean they're dumb and mean and don't want to fight anymore I guess you just want to try to make devices and threaten people it's going to be over for them shortly that's what happens when it gets things and the pseudo empire starts helping and boy it's a good thing they came along.

Thor Freya

Olympus

I'm curious how it came out cuz those are a heck of a statement you made Zues

Hera

[organized-chaotic-disaster]

TW self harm, suicide/suicidal ideation

venting

I've been relapsing with self harm recently. But I feel like I can't tell anyone (if one of my friends reads this I'm sorry)

I'm like, I should probably talk to my counsellor about this. Because it's more than the usual one-off. But I don't want to be sent to the hospital or something bc I'm a "danger to myself"

Even tho it's really not that bad. It really isn't. I've hardly gone very deep at all. It barely even counts. And whenever I'm done I look at myself and I think, you should've done more, that was barely anything, you deserve more, but I can't bring myself to, and I know I probably should stop. But the thing that matters is the intent and emotions behind it, I know. So that's still there. Even if I feel like it doesn't really count. It feels so stupid though. bc this is a stupid thing I shouldn't be doing anymore. Fuck, it feels cringey. I'm nearing 30. Only teenagers self harm. I shouldn't be doing this. I should be over it by now. Why am I doing it?

(Not to imply that teenagers are stupid, idk how to explain it but it feels kind of like. When you look at yourself from a few months or a few years ago and you cringe bc you've changed so much and have totally different opinions and stuff and wonder, god how was I like that? It's like that)

And I obviously can't tell my parents, and I don't wanna talk to my sister about it because it seems like too much. And I'm worried that any of them (parents and sister) would potentially try to get me in the hospital

And I don't wanna talk to my friends about it bc I. I feel like. Like a negative influence in their lives rn. bc I've been sick. For just about 2 weeks now. And I can't say I'm 100% better bc I still have a little phlegm. And idk I'm probably not contagious anymore but I don't wanna risk it bc of stuff I can't say publicly bc that's their business. But basically I really really don't want to get them sick, I can't. So unless I'm absolutely positively 100% certain that I'm not sick anymore I can't see them. But we had plans. And they kept having to get delayed. And that stressed me out. So much. Because they're waiting on me. And I told them to do it without me but they insisted they'd wait. And I feel shitty for making that happen bc I have a bitch of a cold that just won't fully go away

And I'm stressed about school. I'll definitely need to take this class again if I wanna do honours like I'm thinking of doing. But I'm also starting to wonder if I should even do this shit? Have I been wasting my time? Can I do this shit? I don't know anymore. It feels like it's out of my reach to do this

So I'm taking this class and hardly passing it which has been extremely stressful, dealing with a group project for another class that has been a nightmare and I've been stressed about that and I wish I could've taken the reins and taken initiative on more than I did this semester but I'm just so tired. Of always having to do that. Of always being the one putting in the most care and effort into my group projects. I'm so tired. In general. And I just couldn't do it this time. But now bc I got sick I've been paranoid that it looks like I've been slacking now!! So I'm putting in more effort to make sure my groupmates know that I'm not, to make sure they know I'm contributing, bc there's a peer review aspect to this project and I don't want them to think I'm a lazy asshole bc I couldn't go to the one class shit was probably finally getting organized, I had to sit on the sidelines. And I feel like most of the work I've done for this project has been useless and that's making me even more paranoid

And the stress of all of this. Of thinking I should probably tell someone about the relapsing but feeling like I can't. And about this class I'm gonna have to retake. And this group project. And wondering if I should even be going down the path I'm trying to go down academically and professionally and maybe I should just stay at my current job for the rest of my life even though I hate the working conditions and the workplace culture there. And being stressed ABOUT being sick bc I feel like I'm letting everyone down. And now having to cram a fuckton of schoolwork that I was planning to do over the course of a couple weeks into a few days bc I had multiple days where I did literally nothing in the hopes that resting would help me get over this quicker so I could stop letting everyone down. All of this stress. Is making me even more stressed and frustrated bc I think it's contributing to me STAYING sick. But I can't just make it all go away. I need to do this hw. I'm not ready to talk about the self harm stuff bc I'm scared I'll end up in the hospital and the trajectory I'm on will all go to waste bc I'll lose however much time bc it turns out I'm quite mentally ill actually and need to deal with that before living my goddamn life and making a career for myself. The cold isn't going away and every day it's still there just adds to the stress. I can't do it. I can't

I'm almost tempted to do something really bad that I can't take back. I'm holding out for the good things I know are coming. The Fools Gold kickstarter rewards hopefully shipping out this january. A concert with my friends in february. A concert with my sister december next year. Fuck, idk, Dan and Phil bringing the gaming channel back and doing Dan vs. Phil S2, it's stupid but it can keep me going. But idk if I can hold out for much else rn besides the people I love, even though I don't feel like I'm worth it rn

I feel like a piece of shit and I'm stressed out about so many things that feel like they shouldn't matter but still stress me out

[sweetmusingss]

I smile softly when you said that we could give the town something to talk about. Something about you saying that was so ridiculously romantic to me. I knew you were pretty closed-off and seen as the town grump but it made me happy that you didn’t want to hide me away or what was happening between the two of us. I look back down into your eyes, placing my hands back on your cheeks. “Yeah, I need everyone to know that I am completely wrapped around your finger,” I say before kissing you again, kissing you sweetly and smiling against your lips. I ended up spending a few more hours with you just talking and kissing, feeling sad when you were leaving but I knew I had to let you get home since you had to be up early to open up the diner. I fell asleep easily that night and I came to the diner immediately after dropping Noah off the next morning, not long after you opened up. I had on a pink crop top and some jeans that showed off my figure, partly dressing to impress you. I walked right over to the counter, smiling as I approached you and leaning over the counter to peck your lips gently. “Hi..,” I say softly to you, this being the earliest I was ever at the diner but I was just dying to see you.

Seb slept well that night, his mind stuck on you so he wasn’t surprised when you appeared in his dreams. He woke up with a smile on his face, that being odd for him since he was never this happy of a guy, hoping that the people of the town wouldn’t start assuming he was happy and start treating him differently just because he was completely and totally falling for you. He smiled widely as he spotted you walking in, his eyes dropping to your figure and taking in your attire, biting his lip. “Hi, babe.” He immediately starts making you your iced coffee and sliding it across the bar to you. “I’m just saying, you really can’t come into my place of work dressed like that... it’s going to cause me to forget orders or spill very hot coffee on innocent bystanders.” He chuckles, continuing to put the pastries out as he kept talking to you. “How are you doing this morning, beautiful?”

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Frank wasn’t even fussed with using a plate as he ate his pizza, already eating a full slice just in the time it took you to get the plates and napkins. He was used to you always wanting to be neat but he wasn’t really ever that neat, especially when the two of you were at his own place. He took a long sip of his beer, his eyes practically bugging out of his head and spitting out his beer as he heard what you said to him. “I’m sorry… What?!,” he asked you, not sure why you just said what you said. You completely dropped a bomb on him with no warning. He immediately reached for some of the napkins, trying to clean up the mess that he just made on himself. “What do you mean, ‘we should date’? What is your angle here, Nay?,” he asked you. The two of you had been friends forever and he never even thought about dating you and he knew it was the same for you. He wasn’t believing that you genuinely wanted to date him, either. He knew you must have something up your sleeve. “Seriously.. what is going on?”

I move away from him immediately as he spits out his beer, making sure none of it got on me. “I just think we’d make a really good couple. I like you. I love you.” I shudder a bit as he cleans himself up, being such a neat freak and Frank was the opposite, it being one of the main reasons I was never attracted to him. “Okay, I can’t even keep that up because you’re such a mess, it actually disgusts me.” I grab a napkin and start wiping up the beer from his shirt, letting out a sigh. “Evelyn’s stupid wedding is this weekend and I’m an idiot who already told her I was bringing a plus one and I may have told her that I have a partner who I’m super serious with and now she, and my entire family, cannot wait to meet him or her... and you know how perpetually single I am and everyone else is busy and I just need you to be my boyfriend for a few days... Okay, a week, but you get a free trip to Mexico. I promise I’ll pay for everything!” I pout as I look up at him, giving him my best puppy dog face. “Gee almost agreed but then he got with Lindsey and I’m already a sore subject in that relationship so he didn’t want to make matters worse by saying he was pretending to come and be my boyfriend... Emma is kind of busy being, you know, a sheriff. Mikey and Ray are going to Comic Con or whatever and everyone in my family knows Gabe... you’re my only hope, boyfriend.” I reach out and run my finger along his face, trying to soften him up.