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god-has-entered-my-body · 8 months ago

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You look so alive - M.H x Reader // pt4

A/N: Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me? Matty finally gets some. Almost. TW: Hard drugs, please take care of yourselves! Also very NSFW, minors dni. Ilysm @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff my one and only. I was concerningly high writing most of this, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes of any sort. Enjoy yourselves my loves❤️

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part five

June, 2008

Saturday morning, the sun is shining brightly through your curtains. The clock reads 8:32am. You’re awoken by a harsh knock on your window. Matty. You smile

Today is a particularly good day. It's your Birthday, your 18th, to be exact. You get up, and you can already hear the metaphorical birds chirping outside of your window. Slowly walking to your window, you're greeted by Matty grinning at you through the glass.

“There's my birthday girl,” he says, pulling you in for a hug. The ‘my’ makes your heart skip a beat, but you inevitably push the feeling down. ‘Not now’.

The hug lasts a few seconds too long as he buries his face in your hair, taking a deep breath. Your hands trail down the expanse of his back, lingering around his waist. He releases you, climbing into the room.

You get dressed. A black dress, lace and frills adorning the edges. Matty is wearing his blue Barcelona shirt. He managed to get the stains out of it, you notice. His favorite pair of skinny jeans cling to his legs, even if just a bit looser.

Watching you do your makeup, he smiles at you endearingly. It had been two months since he hung up on you. You didn't talk about it, you never did. What was the point? It would just bring up more confusing feelings you weren't ready to deal with. Things were better the way they were, and they stayed like that. Until they didn't.

You finish rather quickly, turning to look at him. He knows that look.

“You got any on you?” you ask.

He nods, grinning as he reaches into the back pocket of his pants. He pulls out a red cigarette case, opening it slowly as you sit down next to him. In it, were two pre rolled spliffs. Next to them, was the thing you were actually asking about. A baggie filled with white powder.

Ever since that night, you’d wanted to experience what you felt again. Over and over. Matty already knew a few good guys who had set decent prices. He started picking up for the both of you, always splitting the sum. You reached into your pocket to pull out the cash for your portion, but he pushed your hand away.

“It's your birthday, darling, I can't let you pay for anything, it wouldn't be right.” he winks at you. Darling. You nod, laying back onto the bed, watching him.

He searches your room for something to cut the lines with, settling on your Hollister members card. Grabbing your bio notebook, he shakes just enough of the substance onto the surface for both of you.

You snort yours first, moving out of the way to give Matty his go. The both of you stare at each other before breaking out into uncontrollable laughter, falling into each other's arms. You lay like that for a bit, before Matty gets up.

“C’mon, we’re taking you out for your birthday. The big one-eight!” he laughs, clearing off the surface. He rubs the remainder on your gums. The feel of his fingers in your mouth is strangely erotic, you involuntarily let out a soft moan. He looks at you funny, and you shake your head, brushing it off. He tucks the cigarette case back into his jeans.

You go through the front door this time, knowing your mother was at the office. On your 18th birthday, your own parent had decided work was more important. Fuck her, honestly. You don't lock the front door, knowing you wouldn’t be able to find your keys later.

The two of you take the short walk to the local corner shop, Adam, Ross, and George already standing there with… balloons?

A giant pink balloon floated over Hann’s head, and he grins at you as you walk towards him.

“For the birthday girl– a pretty pink balloon.” you can hear the other three boys sniggering behind your back. With a roll of your eyes, you take the balloon from him, holding it awkwardly.

The bell rings as you open the door to the shop, greeting Becca, the woman behind the counter, with a smile. She waves back, already turning around to grab a pack of your favourite fags for you. The two of you were friends, having met at a party a few years back. She sold you whatever you needed, ignoring the fact you were underage for years.

Her eyebrows raise as she notices the balloon. “It's my birthday today!” you say, louder than expected. She shook her head, immediately noticing something off. Placing the bottle of vodka on the counter, you hand her your I.D with a toothy grin, and she scans it.

“It's on the house, darling, but..” she trails off, leaning into you. You do the same, listening intently. “Lay off a bit, your pupils are fucking huge and its 10 in the morning” her words take you by surprise. Taking a look in the mirror of the shop bathroom, you confirm her statement.

Splashing some cold water onto your face, you shake off the feeling of dread. Today was a good day, nothing was going to ruin it. You take a pair of sunglasses out of your bag. They were pink with a black rim, complimenting your outfit.

You make your toward the exit, fags and vodka in hand, waving goodbye to Becca. She smiles at you, but it looks off. You ignore it, pushing the door open with your shoulder. Matty greets you with a smile, taking the bottle off you.

You look to your left to see George welding what looked like a Sainsburys shopping cart. Cocking an eyebrow, you walk toward him. George takes the balloon, tying it to the shopping cart before opening his mouth to speak.

“Go on, get in birthday girl,” you give him a skeptical look, before you feel hands gripping your waist. Flailing in the air, you realize Ross had picked you and was now placing you into the cart. Inside was a 6 pack of beer, and various food items.

You flip Ross off, cursing him out for basically throwing you into a metal shopping cart. The five of you spend the day like that, riding around. You cruise down highways, and at some point, Matty gets in with you. You're both pressed up against each other, legs intertwining.

A blue ferrari whizzes past you, honking aggressively. Neither of you was sober enough to care, throwing beer bottles after the car, narrowly missing it. Adam was paranoid that the driver was going to call the cops, but he was promptly ignored by the rest of you.

For some reason or another, you end up in a McDonald's parking lot. It's dirty and fairly empty, tire tracks marking up the pavement. George had paid for your food, and you were all munching away happily at your burgers. Matty was moaning into his chicken burger like it was heaven as a food item.

“Jesus mate, I'm not sure I want to hear your sex noises while trying to enjoy my food, tone it down, will you?” Ross says, pulling a face. Matty responds by letting out a loud groan, licking the sauce off of his fingers.

“You love my sex noises, don't lie. Remember that time I was shagging Ava in the loo at George's party and you were standing outside the whole time?” he says with a full mouth. Ross shakes his head, whispering quiet words of denial.

Matty shoots you a look, and you nod. “I need a piss,” you say, getting up. “Matty?”

He gets up, wiping his hands on Hann’s shirt, and he smacks him across the face. Matty just laughs, turning to leave with you.

“Why do you always go piss together? A bit weird, innit?” George comments, cocking an eyebrow. “We’re going for his hourly blowjob, George, didnt you know?” you joke, nudging Matty in the ribs. A collective “Ewww” sounds from the group as you leave.

The bathroom is a borderline health hazard, the sinks covered in a type of grime you can only describe as slimy. Matty swipes it off as best he could, taking the red cigarette case back out. He goes through the routine, cutting up two lines with that same Hollister card.

“D’you have any cash on you?” he asks, giving your frame a once over. You nod, taking out a tenner from your bra.

His eyes linger on you, and you feel naked, exposed. He knew. He knew why you had gone out that night. He knew about the dream, you were sure of it.

He chuckles as he sees where you’d been keeping the money before rolling it and handing it to you, ever the gentleman.

This line felt different, stronger. You assume he cut more than last time. Taking a sip from the sink, you fix your hair in the mirror, wiping under your nose. Matty does his line. He gathers the loose powder onto his middle and index fingers, his other hand cupping your face. Rubbing onto your gums, you can feel them start to go numb. He holds eye contact, as if he were waiting for something. He got what he wanted when you let out a soft groan, your eyes never leaving his.

His hand leaves your jaw, instead running through his air. He doesn't put the cigarette case away just yet, taking one of the zoots out. Handing it to you, you tuck it away in your pocket.

Making your way outside, you notice the streetlamps were already on. Was it that late already? The guys had already finished their food, wrappers littering the inside of the cart. They were standing next to each other, like they were waiting. You walk up to George, cheekily pulling out the joint from your pocket.

“Sweet! But before that, we have something for you,” you look confused. Adam then takes his hands from behind his back, revealing a square velvet box. You take it, glancing at Matty. He nods, signaling at you to open it.

Inside is a silver necklace, in the shape of a star. Not any star though, it was the same shape as the tattoo you had on your hip. Before you could stop them, tears welled up in your eyes, dripping down onto the metal.

“Fuck you– did you really?” you ask, your vision blurry. They all nod, taking a step closer, giving you a half-awkward group hug. Matty stroked your hair, taking the necklace out of its box. His fingers are like electricity against your skin as he moves your hair out of the way, undoing the clasp of the necklace.

“Thank you so much– fuck i’m crying,” your hand wipes at your face, taking some of your mascara with it. “God, I'm so pathetic.” Your heart filled with love for your friends, and you gave them each an individual hug. Ross lets out a deep chuckle, wiping more of your tears. Fucking hell.

Mattys hug is long, once again burying his face into your hair. He squeezes you, his hands resting on your waist when he pulls away. You fight the urge to kiss him. No, not now.

Forcing yourself to get your shit together, you walk toward the giant, half-drank bottle of vodka, taking a swig.

You hear the others talking amongst themselves, with Ross raving on about the latest Macclesfield town game and how much they sucked.

“They played like the ball had been invented 15 minutes before they were set to play,” he scoffed, finishing his beer, smashing the bottle on the floor, the shards scattering around him. No one knew why he did that, he just did.

Matty was stood next to you, his shoulder pressed against yours, headphone wires between you. The sun was starting to set, the purple light making Matty look ethereal. You really, really wanted to kiss him. But you don't, instead opting to pick at your freshly manicured nails.

The two of you sat there, next to each other, neither daring to move.

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“You have to sanitize everything so you dont cause some sort of gnarly infection, yeah?” Rome explained, wiping down the needle with a disinfectant wipe. You watched intently, making a mental note.

He had agreed to teach you how to pierce people when you vaguely mentioned having an interest in it. Rome wasn't the best, but he had done your bellybutton pretty well, so why not?

The needle looked intimidating, your hands shaking slightly as you gripped the base. He was letting you pierce his ear for practice, on the condition you promise you won't completely fuck it up.

The jewelry he had picked was a silver cross with red details that shimmered when you held it to the light. You had commented on it, and he mentioned he had some similar jewelry for your type of piercing. Humming in response, you thanked him as he gave it to you, even going so far as to switch it out.

Rome was calm, trusting you fully. “Just slowly push it in, and thread the jewelry through the top part. After that, just pull it through. It's simple really, just don't fuck up.” he shoots you a grin, and you laugh at him sarcastically.

With laser focus, you pierce the needle through the marked skin in one go, ignoring his pained hiss. The jewelry went in without a hitch, and Rome got up to admire your work.

“S’not bad for your first time,” he said with a wink, and you roll your eyes, thanking him for letting you do this.

You say goodbye, giving him a peck on the cheek, slamming the front door shut.

Matty had called you earlier, asking if you wanted to come over to his. His parents were gone, and he had the house to himself.

Your bag clinked as you slung it over your shoulder, walking the short distance to his house. The setting sun shone into your eyes, and you take out those same sunglasses you had worn on your birthday.

Knocking on the door, it's not long before Matty answer. He's wearing a dark green zip up, black sweatpants hanging low on his waist. The skin of his chest peaks out from underneath the thick material. You swallow, hard.

He lets you in, and you make your way to the wine fridge (yes, wine fridge), pulling out an unopened bottle of Merlot. He takes two fresh glasses out of the cupboard, and you pour a healthy amount into them.

You and Matty spent most of your time getting hammered and talking nonsense and watching nonsense TV. Nothing seemed to make sense around him. Your heart was beating against your ribcage as if it was trying to break out of your chest. You sit down, laying your head down onto his chest.

The telly was turned up, some cartoons playing. You just couldn't focus on anything. You nudge Mattys hip, giving him a look and he knew. Getting off him, you sit down onto the floor next to the posh crystal coffee table. He came back, holding a baggie filled with more blow than you had ever seen in your life.

“Where'd you even get that much? Christ Matty, that's like 400 quid worth of the stuff in one bag.” he smiles at you.

“My parents are rich, remember? 400 quid is a dinner date for them.”

You can't help but grin, scooting closer to the table. He cuts two lines for both of you, and you do yours straight off the table, not even caring.

The two of you return to your previous position on the sofa, with you pressed up against his chest. You've abandoned the glasses, decided to just drink from the bottle. Who was watching?

His heart was beating in his chest, you could hear it. Your hands wander to his waist, pulling him close.

He loses a hand in your hair, scratching your scalp in the way he knew you liked. Your breathing is shallow, you feel lightheaded, all because of fucking Matty. You attempt to convince yourself there is nothing there, spending endless nights pondering, trying your hardest to get him out of your head.

His hand moves down to your jaw, playing with your earrings. His skin feels hot. You feel hot.

Matty turns your head, angling it toward him. You were looking at each other now. The look in his eye indiscernible as they darted all over your face, landing on your lips. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, and he sucked in a deep breath before connecting his wet lips with yours.

Gripping the back of your neck, he maneuvers you on top of him. Both of your legs were on either side of his, straddling him. He moaned into the kiss, tilting his head slightly to the left.

You take over the kiss, biting down onto his lower lip, hard. He's breathless, gasping for air as he pulls away. You stare at each other, out of breath and sweating.

“What are yo-,” you start,

“Shut up, just– be quiet.”

He pulls you back in, your lips crashing against his. His hand travels down to cup your chest through your shirt, tweaking your nipple. He groans, the noise turning into a high-pitched moan as you dig your nails into his scalp.

“You like that?” you ask, giving his hair a tug. The whimper that comes out of his mouth is all the confirmation you need.

You stop again, and your eyes meet his. His chest moves up and down in rapid succession, and you can feel his heart beat even quicker.

“I don't- just please– fuck, don't stop.” he pleads with you, his hand trailing down your lower back. The look on his face is delicious. He's begging. A bead of sweat runs down his face, disappearing into his hair.

Your lips connect with his neck, biting down into his skin. The noises that escape him can only be described as pornographic, his voice reverberating through the room, the high ceilings amplifying them.

Continuing your attack on his throat, you listen to the sounds he lets out, drinking them in. It was music to your ears, hearing him like that. Because of you.

Matty presses a hand to your chest, making you stop.

“Maybe we shouldn't- I mean, wouldn't it be weird?”

You nod in agreement, sitting up on top of him. It would be weird around the others. You try to seem unbothered, it's not like you felt anything for him. Of course you loved him, as a best mate, and all of this had been a horrible mistake.

A nervous laugh leaves his lips, morphing into a genuine one. “Can you imagine? Us? Hann’d lose his mind.” you crack a smile, imagining Adam's reaction to your current position.

You slowly get off of him, turning your attention to the abandoned bottle of wine laying on the table. Picking it up, you gulp the rest down, wiping your mouth clean. Clean of Matty. You know it's wrong to want him like this, to want to feel his skin against yours. You ignore every primal instinct telling you to get back on him, to kiss him again, instead, you make yourself comfortable on the floor.

He turns the telly up, switching to a news channel instead. You didn't dare look at him, afraid of what you’d see. You feel a tap on your shoulder. “Y’know, just because we stopped.. doesn't mean you can't like, lay on me and stuff.” he gestures to himself before patting the space next to him.

“Lots of people would pay good money to be able to touch me, so you better make the most of it,” a grin spreads onto his face as you get up.

You lay back down, settling into him completely. This is fine. This is totally fucking fine. Sucking in a deep breath, you turn your attention to the TV in front of you, losing yourself in the colors.

His hand searches for yours, intertwining your fingers with one another. What was he doing? A million thoughts run through your mind. One thing was clear, you definitely needed another drink.

Time passed, becoming more and more irrelevant as the hours ticked by. The two of you had moved to his bed, lying next to each other. Bon Jovi’s ‘Vienna’ played softly through your headphones, his voice piercing your thoughts. Despite what he might tell other people, Matty loved Bon Jovi. He would rave on about his music for hours, and you would listen to every word, a familiar warmth spreading through you. Adoration.

Matty had already fallen asleep, softly snoring into the pillow. You turned off the music, slowly taking out the headphone from his ear. He stirred for a second, muttering something in his sleep, but didn’t wake up.

You look at him, hair falling over his face in loose curls. The soft sound of his breathing filled the air, acting as a sort of white noise for you. You lay down facing him, and stroke his face lightly. He was beautiful like this, peaceful.

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Morning came slowly, the sun gradually peaking through the blinds as it came up. Matty woke up before you, getting ready quietly before shaking you awake. You borrowed some of his clothes, pulling on a black and yellow striped shirt over a pair of his jean shorts. He opted for just layering a black tank top underneath the outfit he already had on.

The walk to the bus stop was quiet, the sound of chirping birds filling your ears. It was a Monday morning, so both of you were sober and ready to learn (ugh). Once again walking arm in arm, you had gotten to the stop earlier than intended, sitting down on the metal bench.

Neither of you spoke about the previous night. It was better that way. Matty got out a pack of cigarettes, pulling out two. One for you, one for him. He lights yours.

You spot the bus, throwing your half smoked cigarette to the ground, and he does the same. He leads you to the front of the bus, giving you the window seat. Matty loved the window seat.

His head is once again in your lap, acting like the past 12 hours simply hadn't happened. You were content with that, softly stroking his hair, curling and uncurling it with your grown out nails. “Let's skip last lesson,” he suggests “George is at his nans anyway. What's the point?” you nod in agreement, leaning your head against the glass.

Neither of you had bothered bringing anything today, both your bags only filled with lighters, makeup, and maybe the occasional notepad. The halls are unusually empty for this time of day, but you just brush it off. You and Matty trudge to the classroom, flinging open the door to be met with a very angry looking Mrs. Sexton

She has a go at you, yelling about how it's ‘incredibly disrespectful’ to come 15 minutes late to her class again. You offer her a shrug, sitting down at your usual table. Matty is quiet today, hungover and way too sober to say anything to the insults being strewn at him from a few tables back. The group of boys won't let up, chatting shit the entire lesson. You ignore them.

Class ends, and you’re walking down the halfway arm in arm, talking about how much Mrs. Sexton fucked you off.

“Look at him, fucking fairy, isnt he? Even his little girlfriend wont snog him. Disgusting,” They spit at you, laughing in their little group. The comment made about you makes Matty turn around.

“D’you know why i'm not snogging her, mh?” he stares daggers into the guy whoever dared to utter a word at you, running his hand through his hair. “I’ve been too busy fending off your girl, talking ‘bout ‘oh please make me cum Matty, my boyfriend never touches me right-” A punch to the gut punctuates his sentence, making him fall to the ground.

Matty doesn't stay down too long, getting up and throwing himself at the bloke who hit him, tackling him. He starts hitting him properly, throwing punches at his head. In turns, the guy smacks him across the face, making Matty roll off of him.

Eventually, the guys' mates pull them apart, spitting more insults at Matty and you. Matty spits on the ground infront if him, giving him a wink. The two of you then book it down the hallway to the nearest loo, locking yourselves in.

The moment you both look at each other, laughter fills the space. “You're mental, you know that?” you say through giggles, wiping the tears from your eyes. “He could've actually hurt you!- Fuck, your eye.” you see a gash underneath his left eye, it was bleeding.

Grabbing as much toilet roll as you could, you hold it to the cut, trying to stop the bleeding. “Oh, bugger off, it's nothing.” he says, wincing as you press down harder. “Don't even try to do your ‘oh i'm so masculine’ schtick with me, I swear to god.” your hand holds his head, making it easier for you to press the paper against his cheek.

Thats when you realise how fucking close your face is to his. He’s sitting on the closed toilet lid, and you're on your knees, of all places. Last night was really, truly, messing with your mind. His leg twitches slightly, eyes peering down at you. You can see him take a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slowly.

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks as you look up at him. Silence fills the room, the only sound being your knees shuffling against the tile. His legs spread slightly, allowing you to scoot toward him. This is so fucked up.

“Can I kiss you?” his voice comes out meek and non-committal, eyes avoiding yours.

“Only if you look at me, Matty.” you answer, straightening your knees, making yourself taller.

He forces himself to meet your gaze, pulling his lip in between his teeth. You nod, bringing your face to his, but not letting your lips touch. That was his choice.

His eyes bore into yours, as if he was trying to peer into your soul. He probably was.

“You're so beautiful,” he says, sounding confident, sure. He closes the gap between you, his hand grabbing at the base of your neck. You moan into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck. The blush that was previously confined to just your face spreads all over your body, making you feel as if you were on fire. Matty lit your skin on fire.

Then, he did something you didn't expect. He got up, taking you with him. With a force you didn't think he had, he pushed you up against the wall. Your mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. His whimpers fill the bathroom stall as you rake your nails down his back, digging them into it.

You gasp when he brings a knee up between your thighs, pushing up further. Breathless, you pull away, gasping for air. His hand traces up and down your jawline, nails scratching the skin. He places a peck onto your cheek, then your chin, making his way down your neck. You have no choice but to moan whenever his lips make contact with your skin, silently begging for more.

The bathroom door slams open, a group of girls piling in. Matty slaps a hand over your mouth, stifling your noises before anyone could hear. They start talking, and all you could do was focus on trying to not make a sound as Mattys knee moved up even higher. You look at him, panic in your eyes. You desperately didn't want to get caught.

He listens to your silent pleas, lowering his knee from its position. His mouth catches your lips in another kiss. The two of you stay like that until the girls decide to clear out, closing the door behind them. He tastes like cigarette smoke, then again, so do you. He interlocks his fingers with yours, pressing them up against the door. His tongue dances with yours, and you feel sparks of electricity travel up your spine.

He moans your name, your hand gripping at the roots of his hair, pulling tightly. He seemed to respond most when you did that. He responded to pain. Your nails digging into his back, your teeth biting his lip. Everything suddenly made sense, especially the time you had cut his hair. Those sounds he had disguised as coughs weren't cries of pain, but of pleasure.

You file away that information for another time, if there would even be another time. “Let's get you home,” you say, pressing a hand to his chest. His expression caused you physical pain, looking down at you like a kicked puppy.

You didn't want to want him like this, but your body and mind had apparently made a different decision. You lead him out of the stall, out of the bathroom and down the hall, making your way to the parking lot. The air was thick, but somehow still comfortable. You could feel his eyes on you for most of the walk to his house. For the first time since you had met, you were the one walking him home.

Hugging him at the door to his house, he leaned in to kiss you. You let him, his hands gripping your waist like it truly was his anchor to reality. This goodbye felt different, it felt hard.

// Matty //

Picture a scene: A darkened room, the only light coming from cracks in the curtains. The sheets are cold against his skin, giving him a sense of comfort.

His hands trace down his chest, grazing the skin lightly. He repeats the movement, sighing as his fingers linger over his nipples. The room is warm, or maybe that's just him. Regardless, he takes off his shirt, throwing it into a corner somewhere in his room.

He thinks about the kiss. The way your bodies moved against each other as if it were second nature. It felt right. Your lips against his, moans leaving his mouth involuntarily. He broke the kiss first, not wanting to go too far. He so desperately wanted to.

He couldn't hold back in the bathroom, with you looking up at him like that, eyes full of worry for his well being. He had fought for you, trying to defend your honor like some sort of disney prince. It did work, but he didn't like to fight. It wasn't who he was as a person. It wasn't who Matty was around you.

He palmed himself through his boxers, a groan tearing itself from his throat. He imagined it was your hand instead of his, the mental image of you with him, in this position, made all the blood in his head rush to his cock. The pressure was almost too much. Almost.

He imagined you above him again, your eyes never leaving him, always looking at him. His body yearned for your attention, for your touch. The shuffling of his boxers down his thighs is incredibly loud in the near silent room, the bed creaking beneath him.

He wraps his hand around the base of his cock, the tip leaking precum. Tugging at himself, he closes his eyes, picturing you. The way your neck cranes to look at him when he's laying on top of you. The way your lips wrap around the opening of a wine bottle, the liquid sloshing down your throat. The way you kissed him, taking complete control of the action. Taking complete control of him.

He can feel himself getting close, teetering on the edge. His noises get louder, echoing through the room. Attempting to muffle himself, he shoves his head into his pillow, biting down. It's useless, he starts helplessly rutting into the mattress, begging for release. He imagines your voice, telling him to ask you for permission.

“P-please– fuckkk,” he stutters out.

No one can hear him, he knows that well enough. He just can't stop himself. He comes, hard, spilling into his hand.

He lays there, sweating, panting. The only thought in his clouded mind: You.

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joekeeryswife · 1 year ago

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Hi girl!!

I had an idea for a while now and I thought you might want to hear

It’s kind of a two paragraph thing

Reader and Joel are married and she is Sarah’s mother and also pregnant and she planned to tell Joel the day after the outbreak but doesn’t get to it. The day of the outbreak she was working late and never got home. Joel is sure he lost his entire family but reader (and the baby) made it through.

Twenty years later in Jackson a woman in her early fifties and a twenty year old young man/ woman (your call). After confirming they are not infected and have no bad intentions they meet Tommy , that leads to a beautiful and emotional family reunion.

Thank you🫶🏼🫶🏼

Apocalypse - J.M

hey honeys! first Joel imagine.. changed it slightly to instead of y/n being Sarah’s bio mum to her step mum but been with her practically her whole life🫶 i kinda made this like y/n’s friends where trying to protect her from hearing what was going on and ive also kinda not specified how y/n got lost until the end. i love a good angsty imagine!!! I ACTUALLY HATE THIS SORRY! I PROMISE MY NEXT JOEL IMAGINE WILL BE BETTER! enjoy reading xx (Joel is 36 and reader is 27 at the beginning)

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September 26th 2003

“i promise i’ll be home early today. i’m only on a half day so try not to be late as well yeah? i have something to tell you” it was 6:30 in the morning and Joel didn’t have to get up for another two hours. you felt him nod and with you both sharing ‘i love you’s’ and a quick kiss on his cheek you were gone.

being a midwife was hard, especially when it pulled you away from your family. today was Joel’s 36th birthday and every year you would usually all spend the day together but this year, you and Joel had been pulled into work. you were meant to both be off but someone had called in sick and you had been persuaded into going in.

you had been excited for this day, you had found out last month that you were pregnant, 12 weeks when you found out, and you wanted to wait for his birthday to tell him. you had planned to tell him at dinner with Sarah. you had been in Sarah’s life since she was 5, she was 12 now and ever since she had met you she begged you and Joel for a brother or sister.

honestly you were excited, you had been with Joel for seven years and now was finally the right time for you and him to become parents. you had discussed it a few times in the past and one thing led to another and you both decided to start trying and as luck would have it, third time lucky you got pregnant. you had your first scan at work and decided to keep the gender a secret for now but being a midwife meant you could possibility find out the gender just by looking at the ultrasound picture so you hadn’t looked too closely.

-♡-

when you finally clocked in at work you already felt tired. being pregnant, nauseous with a headache did not help you whatsoever but money was money and you needed to start saving for your baby. “hey mama, how are you?” your co-worker and best friend Julia said as you entered the staff room. you sighed at set your bag and coat down on the table before sitting down.

your shift hadn’t even started yet and you were already ready to go home “hey, i’m alright. you been on the floor yet?” you tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed a hand over your face. “no not yet but i’m sure when we go on we will be dealing with most of it” what she said was true, most of the staff here didn’t listen to instructions so it was up to you, Julia and a few other staff members to clean up their mess.

there were a few other co workers in the staff room with you, most of them eating their breakfast but it was practically silent except the two of you talking. “let’s go, i just want to get this day over with” and with a nod you both stood up to go to the delivery floor.

“you finally telling him tonight?” Julia asked you as she looked through a patient file “yeah, him and Sarah. she’s been begging for years so it’ll be nice to tell them at the same time. i was going to pick her up from school and tell her before but you know, duty calls” you joked. the two of you laughed and started making your way to a patients bedroom.

-♡-

you had been at work for eight hours before you finally got a break and sat down. it had been hectic and all you wanted to do was go home but your head of department had let you know that you would be staying at work way past the time you were meant to go home. three more people had called in sick and he thought because you were here you were supposed to stay.

you got your phone out of your scrubs pocket and dialled Joel’s number. it took a few rings before he finally answered. “hey sweetheart” he said in his thick Texan accent. “hey honey, happy birthday” you replied as you smiled, all you wanted to do right now was go home and cuddle with Joel. “thank you baby, how’s work?” you scoffed.

“that’s what i wanted to talk to you about. David is making me work till late, says there’s too many people calling in sick so i have to stay on” you heard him sigh

“you booked this day off months ago and they make you come in and they can’t let you leave at the time you’re meant to? that’s bullshit baby” you could sense that he was rolling his eyes.

“i know, i’m sorry. i begged him to let me come home but he wouldn’t budge.” you felt awful, letting him down on his birthday because of your stupid job.

“i’m gonna try my best to get home before 9 i promise, i want to spend at least an hour of your birthday with you” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

“don’t stress yourself too much baby okay? we always have tomorrow to celebrate. you said about telling me something this morning, is everything alright?” you opened your mouth to answer but Julia came into the staff room looking for you, a panicked expression on her face.

“y/n i’m so sorry but i need your help” you sighed, feeling deflated. you couldn’t even have a full break. your whole body was aching and you wanted a moment to just sit down and talk to your husband.

“i’m guessing you’ve got to go” Joel said making you laugh and roll you eyes. “i’m sorry, yeah i do. i’m okay though Joel, i’ll talk to you when i’m home okay? i love you” before he could answer you quickly hung up and followed Julia.

-♡-

“that was a weird conversation” Tommy said as he peered over at Joel who looked confused. “she sounds stressed. ain’t had a fucking day off in three weeks. barely see her now” he knew you loved your job but he also knew how much it stressed you out.

“maybe there’s a reason she’s been working so much?” Joel scoffed “she’s been tryna get a day off for ages and her boss is a fucking asshole, don’t give two shits about anyone except for himself”

“she’s gonna try get home a bit earlier but i doubt it, gonna do something together tomorrow if they allow her the time off” Joel wanted to have one day where you could all spend the day together, or even just a day that you and Joel could be together without worrying about anyone else.

“hey, old man, turn up that radio for a second” Joel chuckled and rolled his eyes, Tommy wasn’t even listening to a word he said but nevertheless he turned up the radio.

‘there has been suspicious activity in Indonesia, people are acting strange which has spread through many different countries. the government is advising that people stay indoors-’

“what a load of bullshit that is, turn it back down” Tommy scoffed and got back to work and Joel turned down the radio, what had that been all about?

“why don’t you finish early today? i know you told Sarah you’d be back late but you should go home”

“i gotta get this job finished, i told her latest ill be back is 9 now shut up so we can maybe get this finished quicker” with that, the two of them got on with the job.

-♡-

it was now 12:30am and there was no way you were leaving work yet. everything was just going wrong, so many people coming into the hospital to give birth (which was a given) but the amount of times the alarm had went off in the main hospital ward was ridiculous.

every 20 minutes like clockwork the alarm meant off meaning something violent was happening or a lot of people were not responding.

“i just want to go home” you said to Amy, the front desk worker as you stood in front of her, your head falling on the desk carefully. “go home, seriously” you looked up at her and saw her with an expression you’d never seen on her face before, pure panic and seriousness.

“are you kidding? David would fire me if i went home, besides there’s too many people off sick and i need to-" she shook her head and cut you off “y/n. go home. there’s been some weird shit on the radio, people going crazy, you’re pregnant and you need to be safe so go home”

your body filled with anxiety, you’d never seen her like this ever. you nodded “yeah uh, okay, i’ll go home now. you stay safe Amy yeah?” with that you quickly rushed to find Julia to let her know you were going.

you didn’t know why but the way Amy spoke sent a shiver down your spine. was Joel and Sarah okay? was your parents okay? were your family okay? you felt nervous and worried.

you quickly ran to the staff room and grabbed your stuff before searching for Julia. “Emma, have you seen Julia?” Emma was another midwife who worked with you. “yeah she’s at front desk, why have you got your stuff, did David say you could go home?” you ignored her and ran back to the front desk.

“y/n go home, what are you still doing here?” Julia asked as she saw you jogging towards her “i came to find you to tell you i’m leaving. Amy said there’s something going on but i didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye to you”

you didn’t know why the two of them were being a little secretive. Julia felt her eyes water slightly and she hugged you “i’ll see you soon okay? get home safely and look after that baby” you hugged her back. “i will, i promise” with that she let go of you and with that you left the hospital.

as you were driving home all you could hear on the radio was ‘an outbreak has happened, get home and lock your doors’

you felt sick, what type of outbreak? you quickly got your phone and called Joel, you were scared, terrified even and you needed to know he was okay.

“Joel, i’m 20 minutes from home, what the fuck is happening? they look like they’re blocking the highway off, i’m just pulling into town now” you could hear Tommy in the background telling Joel what to say “baby listen carefully okay? don’t go home, go to straight to town, don’t talk to anyone, don’t stop the car for anyone just try get there” his voice was filled with panic “Joel what-”

he cut you off “i’m going to get Sarah and we will meet you there as quickly as we can, i will find you there i promise. i love you okay? if i don’t get-”

you looked at your phone which had abruptly cut the call. “Joel?” you dialled his number again but the call went straight to answer phone.

you hoped whatever was happening that Joel, Sarah and Tommy would make it out safe and you prayed that you found them before whatever this virus was destroyed everything.

-♡-

“get in the truck, right now” Joel shouted as he got out of the truck with a wrench in his hand. Joel pushed Sarah to the truck but stopped when he saw Mrs Adler.

Joel froze in fear as he saw the usually quiet old lady who sits in her chair run toward them, screeches coming from her. in the time he had lived in that house he had never heard a single sound from that lady yet here she was running.

“what are we doing Joel?” Tommy lifted the gun up, fear laced his voice. Mrs Adler was coming closer and closer by the second and without thinking Joel hit her over the head with the wrench.

she fell to the ground and stopped moving. what the fuck had he just done? he dropped the wrench and quickly turned to look at Sarah who looked terrified.

he put his hands on her cheeks carefully “you killed her” Sarah said, her voice breaking slightly. “baby i’m so sorry” he pulled her in for a hug, his hand cradling the back of her head.

“Joel, we gotta go” Joel pulled away from Sarah “it’s not just the Adlers okay? but we are gonna be brave and we are gonna get out of this” the three of them got into the truck and drove off.

“they’re saying it’s some kind of virus, a parasite” Tommy said as he drove quickly down the road toward the town. “are we sick?” Sarah asked, her eyes filled with tears as fear overtook her body.

“no, course not” Joel quickly said, trying his best to reassure her. “how do you know we are not sick?” Joel turned to look at Sarah then back at Tommy.

“they said it’s mostly people in the city. that’s why they’ve got most of the highway blocked off” Tommy glanced over at Joel then focused back on the road.

“what about mum? she works in the city? is she sick? where is she?” she asked, her eyes darting between the two men.

“mum is fine, i spoke to her before i got you. she’s not sick, she’s in town and we are going there right now okay? she’s fine” to be honest Joel didn’t know if you were okay. it had been thirty minutes since he last spoke to you and he had no idea where you were. he just hoped you were somewhere safe until he could find you.

-♡-

November 12th 2023

20 years. it had been 20 years since Joel had last saw you and he was sure you were dead. he had promised you he would find you, keep you safe and he failed to do that. he felt like he had failed you and failed Sarah and he wanted nothing more then to be with you.

when they got to town is was destroyed, fires everywhere, cars flipped over, people dead in the road and there was absolutely no way he would have been able to find you.

he would have nightmares every night. the nightmare of Sarah dying in his arms the same way over and over again but with you, he had no idea how you died. he had dreamed every way imaginable that you died and it was awful. he felt disgusted with himself every single day for not being with you.

he would think about how different life would be if the outbreak didn’t happen. the two of you would have had two kids, both girls, moved into a bigger house more in the countryside and lived together forever, but then he’d realise what had happened and images of that night came crashing back.

Joel had decided to move to Jackson after the whole ordeal with Ellie realising that that was what was best for her. Jackson was safe, secure, nothing could happen to her and he felt somewhat free from the world outside those walls.

they had been in Jackson for six months at this point and life had finally started to feel somewhat normal again. he was grateful Maria gave him a chance to turn his life around after feeling his stopped because of what happened to you and Sarah. he wanted to be better for Ellie now, she was his main priority.

it was a Sunday and usually the whole of Jackson would have a day off (except from patrols) and Joel and Ellie had decided to take a walk through Jackson. it was snowing but it was nice to walk through the streets and see families be happy together.

Tommy had been helping the builders by the front gates when they opened meaning the patrollers had come back from their shift. he looked up briefly and saw two new people on the backs of Maria’s and Michael’s horses.

he didn’t know why but he felt the need to go over there and greet them, coming into somewhere like this could be scary for some who hadn’t been in this sort of environment for a while so he wanted them to feel welcomed.

the patrollers stopped and everyone got off their horses. Tommy had a warm smile on his face as he saw the younger woman out of the two lace her arm around the older woman’s.

as he got a closer look he couldn’t believe what he saw. a woman who he thought he’d never see in his life again was standing right in front of him. his heart swelled with joy and he didn’t know why but he felt his eyes fill with tears.

“Tommy?” before he could even talk the woman spoke making his assumption correct, it was you. you looked a little older, you had a few scars littered around your face and your hair which used to be quite long was now shoulder length but suited you so much.

“y/n, it is you oh my god” he rushed toward you and wrapped his arms around you. you couldn’t believe it, Tommy was here.

your brother in law who you thought had died was here, did that mean Sarah and Joel were here too?

“i thought you had died, i didn’t think id ever see you again-” Tommy was cut off quickly when he heard his brothers voice behind him.

“Tommy who the hell are you hugging?” Joel and Ellie had walked toward the gate when they realised there were a few new people. you pulled away from Tommy and your eyes immediately made eye contact with the ones you used to love staring into.

Joel’s heart felt like time had stopped. there was no way he was staring at the woman he loved right now, there was no way, it had been 20 years and he thought you were dead. “Joel” he heard you whisper.

you quickly made your way toward him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “y/n” he pulled you in closer and kissed your forehead. “my god i thought you were dead” his voice cracked as he spoke, both of you had tears in your eyes.

“i promise i tried to find you but there were people everywhere-” you pulled away slightly, shook your head and kissed him passionately. he hadn’t felt anything like this since the outbreak, happiness. you were here, you weren’t dead, he hadn’t failed you.

“you would have never of found me. don’t beat yourself up over it Joel” his eyes scanned your face, you still looked as beautiful as ever. you noticed the young girl stood next to him confused, where was Sarah?

“where’s Sarah Joel? is she here? i bet she’s gotten so much taller” his face softened “she died on the day of the outbreak” you felt your heart drop, you sweet Sarah was gone.

“oh Joel, i’m so sorry” your hands went to his cheeks, stroking it softly. “it’s okay, i think i’ve finally come to terms with it” he turned to look at Ellie who was just watching the two of you.

“Ellie this is y/n, my wife that i told you about” you turned your head to look at her too. “i realised with all the kissing and hugging the two of you did” her voice was filled with sarcasm which actually made you giggle quietly.

“it’s nice to meet you Ellie” she just gave you a small smile and a nod. “i, uh Joel” you pulled away and turned around to see Margot stood awkwardly behind you. “this is Margot” he looked at the young girl, she looked about 20 years old.

dark hair, dark eyes but her face looked almost identical to yours. Margot walked closer to the two of you “she’s your daughter” he frowned “what?” he unwrapped his arms from around you “i know it’s a lot to take in-”

he quickly made his way to Margot and hugged her close “hi dad” he heard her say, voice filled with anxiety. he was just as anxious as her “hi baby girl”

you watched the two of them with teary eyes, you never thought that this was where you would be 20 years into the pandemic. in a safe haven with your daughter and your husband finally happy once again.

#fanfiction #imagines #joel miller x female reader #joel miller #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller imagines #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller tlou #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal

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theveniceangel · 6 months ago

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So I made a Poppy Playtime OC a long while back, and she plays a big part in my Poppy Playtime AU.

Meet Holly Jolly! A kind porcelain doll who has a brave heart, and a strong connection to a certain purple feline.

BIO.

Name: Holly Jolly.

Age: She was 27 when she was turned into a doll, and she'd be 37 if she were still human today.

Specie(s): Sentient doll.

Gender: Female.

Height: 18 Inches.

Headcanon voice: Elsie Lovelock.

Likes: Catnap, art, writing, designing, helping others, tea and crumpets, Christmas, sewing, croquet, painting, reading, classical music, and daisies.

Dislikes: The Prototype, Leith Pierre, being trapped, isolation, liars, people hurting the ones she cares for (Especially her son), needles, and blood.

Crush, Partner, ETC: N/A.

Oc design based on: She's kind of based off China Girl from Oz The Great And Powerful.

Parents? Relatives?: Catnap (Adoptive son).

Friends: Kylie, Jessie, Manticat, Poppy, Kissy Missy, Dogday.

Personality: Kind, caring, compassionate, empathetic, smart, creative, courageous, strong-willed, a bit anxious but she tries not to show it, crafty, sassy, graceful, generous, protective, she's mature but can be sensitive at times, loyal.

Birthday: December 19th.

Markings: None.

Abillities: Having studied anatomy and medical science in college, and having watched the way the bigger bodies experiments are done, Holly is quite good at patching people (or toys) up, she's also a very good planner, she always tries her best to think her plans through before leaping into action.

Her creative mind also allows her to come up with creative ways of not only bringing a bit of creativity in life, but also keeping herself and by extension others alive.

Favorite drink: Fruit tea.

Favorite color: Light blue.

Favorite type of outfit: When she was human, she really liked wearing cardigans.

Story info for Oc: Long ago, there was a woman named Evelyn Snow, she was the head of the creative department at Playtime Co, and helped to make such incredible toys, but her best creation was a Christmas themed, ball jointed porcelain doll named Holly Jolly, a doll that became quite popular overtime, especially during the holiday season.

When the orphanage program began, Evelyn ended up befriending an orphaned boy named Theodore Grambell, a troubled boy who was very closed off, and didn't really trust others, how she managed to befriend the boy no one could understand, but she seemed to be the only one in the factory that Theodore actually trusted.

The two ended up becoming so close that they started to see each other as mother and son, and on Theodore's birthday, she promised the boy that she would adopt him.

Unfortunately for her, Evelyn got caught up in a disastrous situation, she discovered that the scientists in the factory were taking kids and experimenting on them, turning them into sentient toys, enraged by this, Evelyn started secretly collecting evidence of the bigger bodies experiments, and ended up learning quite a lot about how the experiments worked.

On a rather dark day, her soon to be son Theodore was in a terrible accident that left him hanging on for dear life, Evelyn begged the scientists to let her see her son but they cruelly refused.

Evelyn knew in her heart it was only a matter of time before Theodore would be experimented on, so she decided enough was enough and decided she was finally gonna reveal these twisted experiments to the public, before she could even leave however, she was caught and outted to the scientists, and her scheme was revealed.

In order to silence her, the scientists experimented on her and turned her into the very doll she created.

Despite her terrible situation, she was still determined to reunite with her son, unbeknownst to Holly, her strong bond with Theodore posed as a threat to the entity known as The Prototype, he knew that Theo's bond with her could throw a wrench in his plan, so with that in mind, The Prototype captured Holly and locked her in a closet in the school, where she has spent an entire decade, heartbroken and alone.

Little did she know that a certain brunette and her rag-tag group of friends would end up freeing her, and would end up being the key to reuniting with her son.

Credit to Ghostly-NightOwl on DeviantArt for the base.

@bumblehoneybee @citruslullabies @queenofwerewolves

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime deep sleep #poppy playtime au #poppy playtime oc #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime fandom #catnap poppy playtime #poppy playtime art #poppy playtime catnap #poppy playtime fanart #poppyplaytime #kyliesocs #catnap #smiling critters catnap #catnap smiling critters #Holly Jolly #Kylie's Playtime With Poppy

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isfjmel-phleg · 1 year ago

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Who is Elystan?

Today, October 31, is my OC Elystan's birthday.

Bio

Elystan Allister Philimond Talfrin Liddick is the only surviving child of King Talfrin of Corege and his wife Bethira. Just barely surviving, actually--he has a variety of health problems, including severe asthma and a heart condition. For the sake of his health (and to keep this embarrassing fact as much out of the public eye as possible), he has grown up in a separate household from his parents, at a country estate alongside his half-brother Delclis and cared for a full-time live-in nurse who has become more of a mother figure to him than Bethira. Elystan is bright, imaginative, and eager to explore all life's possibilities and someday become the dynamic monarch his father wants him to be, but he's also physically limited, socially isolated, and struggles with his father's inconsistent affection and dismissal.

So he's developed a mixture of denying his illnesses or using them to manipulate, depending on the situation. The combination of being heir to the throne and a semi-invalid who mustn't be upset in any way hasn't been good for him, and he's rather a self-centered, conniving little jerk when introduced.

And then his father unexpectedly is forced to abdicate. The throne goes not to Elystan but to Delclis, and Elystan is left without a title and without his beloved father after Talfrin goes into exile. But before long, Talfrin heads a revolt to retake the throne and enlists Elystan's ready assistance. They do not succeed.

From there, things go from bad to worse for an increasingly embittered Elystan, culminating in a rashly written and treasonous letter that leads his mother to get involved and send him off to boarding school, where he'll be sure to make plenty of friends, stay busy with his studies, and won't be able to cause Delclis any further trouble--won't he?

Why I Love Him

He's probably the least likeable of my main cast. He's a total jerk. He persists in being a total jerk. He wants friends but is horrible to every potential connection. He wants to be loved but is nothing but difficult to his entire family, except his father, who is the worst possible influence. All his attachment figures leave him. He's afraid of death but pretends he isn't. He acts superior but privately hates himself for not living up to the model of vigorous masculinity that his father wants him to be. He thinks he's the smartest person in the room. He usually isn't. He has an active sense of humor and loves the sound of his own voice. He wears ridiculously garish dressing gowns. He's the worst. Maybe he doesn't have to be that forever. Maybe he can grow. Maybe even someone like him can be worth caring about.

Description

For someone so small for his age, Elystan had presence. He was as slight and fragile as if constructed out of paper, but he held his head high, his scissor-snipped features in their narrow face on full display, pale against his black hair. His large blue eyes and the crook of amusement in the corner of his mouth did not seem to belong to the same face. He chattered authoritatively, with no apparent concern for the breathless thinness of his voice and the coughs that often punctuated his sentences. Very few people ever came close enough to notice the faint blueness in his complexion or the dark rims of his eyes, and even fewer had ever caught the times when his carefully trained regal posture slipped into a bent back and high shoulders, as if he were transforming into a question mark.

Further Info

There is a list of random OC facts for him here.

Appearances

In a Nutshell (at age ten)

Curative (also at age ten)

Book 2 Chapter Eight from Elystan’s POV (probably will not remain canon since I need to overhaul this story but I still think his POV here is fun)

Elystan's Infamous Lamplight Letter (shortly before Book 3)

A Visit from the Murderess (shortly before Book 3)

Elystan meets Morstyn Hollock (some point during Book 3)

A Christmas Chapter (Elystan’s POV) (some point during Book 3)

He also has supporting/minor roles in

Seeing the Elephant

A Building Project

Prequel scene for Book 2

Book 2 Chapter Two

Book 2 Chapter Three

Book 2 Chapter Four

Book 2 Chapter Six

Picnic in the Clock Tower

Book 3 Chapter Two

A Christmas Chapter: Tamett's POV

A Christmas Chapter: Josiah's POV

#The Blackberry Bushes #The Blackberry Bushes OC facts #Elystan Liddick

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ranveer--singh · 2 years ago

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The nights are tasteless without you: part 7 ~ Ari Levinson fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill characters as professors

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari finally left for the day, declining going to get a drink with the other professors. He got into his car and drove home, remembering he still had takeout for yesterday. Reaching home, he showered, changed into shorts and a graphic t-shirt and took the food out of the fridge to reheat.

He took his food, and a beer, going to the front room to watch reruns of Brooklyn nine nine. Ari hadn't checked his messages today as he had back to back classes. He saw 5 messages from Maddy and frowned, what did he miss. Was she ok, not hurt, 101 questions were going through his mind.

There text conversation:

30 minutes later, Ari cleaned up, washed the dishes and sat back down on the sofa with another beer. He waited patiently for Maddy to give him a call, thinking about what to tell her.

Ari: Hi Maddy

Maddy: Hi Ari, how has your day been?

Ari: Very busy, had 5 classes to teach and 2 hours of marking to do. Now I'm relaxed talking to you.

Maddy: I'm sorry Ari, now you have time to relax. My day was so busy with three home visits and a lot of writing up there notes.

Ari: That sounds full on.

Maddy: it does but I wouldn't have it any other way. So Ari, how was Andy's birthday dinner?

Ari: It was such fun, I met the other teachers, they were so friendly. We had drinks, danced and ate loads of food.

Maddy: I am glad you had a good time Ari, did Andy like the gift.

Ari: he loved it, and I saw him use it at the university.

Maddy: Good good, so Ari did you get home safely. Who dropped you home.

Ari: I'm sorry for not texting you. I got home safely, I was so drunk and then passed out in the car. Andy told me that Jenson and August, two other professors, helped carry me to the car and Steve, the other professor who doesn't drink much, drove me home.

Maddy: I am happy you had fun and had colleagues to help you get home safe. But please next time let me know you're safe back home.

(Ari found it sweet for Maddy to be so worried about his safety)

Ari: I promise I'll tell you next time.

Maddy: So why did Mr Responsible Steve think you were my husband Ari.

(Ari giggles at the name for Steve)

Ari: I don't know, they must have assumed it. I went to work today and he was like how is the wife, was she annoyed you came home drunk.

Maddy: And what did you say?

Ari: I had to shut down the rumors and told them all that we are just friends.

Maddy: Thank you for doing that Ari, also who was the one calling me sweetheart, I don't like his attitude.

(Ari racked his brains, which professor uses sweetheart a lot, then he remembered.)

Ari: Oh that is August, he likes to flirt with people, he means no harm.

Maddy: He came on too strong Ari, I didn't like it.

Ari: Sorry Maddy, I'll tell him you didn't like his behavior.

Maddy: Thanks Ari, I better go.

Ari: Wait, um Maddy, I have something to ask you.

Maddy: Yea Ari.

Ari: Well this is hard for me to say.

Maddy: It's me Ari, you can tell me anything.

Ari: Ok, I really really like you Maddy, would you like to go on a date with me.

(Silence on the other line and Ari got nervous. Was Maddy going to sat no)

Maddy: Ari

Ari: Yes Maddy

Maddy: I would love to go out with you.

(She was fed up with her parents showing her men's bio data and sending her blind dates with people she didn't like. Ari was different)

Ari: Really

Maddy: yes really Ari, I like you too.

(Ari got excited and switched on the video camera excited to see her face)

Maddy: Hey Ari (she said giggling at him wearing a marvel captain America shirt because she was wearing her captain America shirt)

Ari: Are you wearing a captain America shirt like me (Ari pointed out and they both laughed. They talked for a few hours about their favourite marvel movies and scenes. They planned a date over the weekend where Ari would make dinner, Maddy would bring dessert and they would watch Captain America together.)

#chris evans #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x poc #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x woc #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x y/n #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x indian reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x woc

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creacherkeeper · 8 months ago

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happy late sleepover saturday 🖤 14 & 17 for the D&D questions!

14. Do you like to player characters with family?

yes!!! i realized Too Late that i had a trend of long running pcs that were only children with a fucked up relationship to their single parent and we Dont need to read into it <3333 but my main pc rn bo has new family now!!! both in the party and also he reconnected with his bio dad and has a new adoptive sister and he's so incredibly thankful. its actually his birthday today happy birthday king!!!

17. What's your favorite thing your DM does?

okay favorite specific thing is when we / our pcs say something stupid and you know that quote from discworld thats like "granny could listen in a cutting way. she could make things sound stupid just by hearing them" simply so hollis and his npcs core. its so funny and fun. simply we are dumb!!! i love saying things to wren and theres just a few beats of silence back and then she repeats what you said to her and youre like so true queen thats the dumbest thing thats even been spoken in a human tongue !!! it really Gets me every time simply get our asses

as far as broad things though like hollis really taught me How To Do NPCs like i just wasnt sure how to do them as a dm before in the handful of games i had run and as a player had never experienced npcs who were just. People and were messy and had their own stuff going on but felt very Human and it really changed the game for me. he once was like "i figure out all the messy relationships between the npcs and Then i figure out whats going on in the plot" and i went oh. so true. Yoink. but genuinely the npcs are just so real & so so dear to me and i cannot wait to be reunited with them in the game!!! were playing again in like a week and were getting closer!!! right now were in the feywild and every new npc is Insane and its so fun. love the lensa npcs!!!!

#library of lensa #bo tag #HAPPY BIRTHDAY BO

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sugaroto · 2 years ago

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If someone tells you their name is [name], then that's their fucking name. Stop trying to find out what "their actual name" is

So-

I'm having a birthday party this Saturday, (it's also a friend's nameday and we decided to celebrate it together) So we made a group chat with everyone to invite them.

We mostly have common friends so like, approximately 10 of the kids are our common friends, 5 are mine and 5 are hers

But it's cool cause we all go to the same school so yknow, not everyone is that close but we'll manage

Except one person, I invited someone that my classmates don't know, actually 2 of them know this person and have been friends for years (I met this person through them) and my best friend has also met this person one or twice

So we're gonna name this person Bob, so, Bob is not a greek name.

Today one of my friends was like who is this "usernameman guy?"

And she was talking with my friend who's met the guy and my friend was like his name is Bob

But she was like "There's no way his name is bob" so that's why they called me and asked me what usernameman's name actually was and I'm like "it's bob"

"But how can it be bob? His parents named him that?"

"That's what he introduced himself to me as. I guess it may be a nickname but that's how people call him so"

"Well I'm gonna call him Mpampi then"(or something very greek starting with the letter of the guy's actual name)

"His name is Bob"

...

Like. Ok. I know- I can tell, Bob is not the name he was given by his parents, I know his very greek last name. I've overheard people calling him by a different Greek name.

Still. He introduced himself as Bob. Their Instagram bio has "Call me Bob, they/she/he" and fanart with the non binary flag as a photo profile

In greek you can't really refer to someone with they/them so they're always referred with he/him pronouns (tho I've noticed sometimes they use feminine words for themselves like καλή) honestly I've been meaning to ask if they would also like to be called η Bob instead of ο Bob etc

My friend dropped the subject assuming I just don't know "his actual name"

But later as we were waiting for the bus one of their friends (I mentioned above I met this person through 2 other people) was there so my friend was like "oh he must know! [Dude] do you know what is usernameman's name?"

And all 3 of us(me, dude and my best friend) replied together that it's Bob

"That can't be his name! Dude whats his name?"

Dude: "it's... Bob"

"Are you kidding me how can it be Bob?!"

At that point my best friend snapped like "What's gotten into you my[girl]? Can you just drop it? The human is named bob" (Μπομπ τον λένε τον άνθρωπο, sounds more friendly in greek)

At that time Dude's parents arrived so he left but I saw his face. He didn't want to have that conversation

I'm sure he knows "his actual name" since they've been friends for years

But if the person introduces themselves as fucking Bob then call them Bob, why you gotta ask everyone

#honestly she kinda annoyed me #like idk if shes that bothered by the non greek name cant she just assume the guy is albanian or something and move on #like half the kids from our class are from Albania and they have non greek names #why was she so freaked out by 'bob'#like everyone is telling you his name is bob why are you insisting #and ok sure i said 'i think it's a nickname' but THATS WHAT PEOPLE CALL HIM #why do you need his fucking ID #oof ok. just wanted to rant on here #*just to clarify i just came up with 'bob' for something to write here. Bob is not the actual name the person uses #you know what. now that i think about it #my friend (the girl who created the drama) technically doesn't use her real name either #shes written as something else but people call her like a different version of her name #like the last 2 letters are not used and she also writes it with ι instead of η and she doesn't like her 'actual' name at all #either cause it sounds ancient or boyish (at least i thought it was a boy's name when i first met her. but i guess i just didn't know #ancient grammar cause i heard a teacher saying η (ονομα) της (ονομα) and it sounded pretty girly)#what if we started calling her 'her actual name' now #sugarenia thoughts #sugarenia talks #sugarenia has friends #sugarenia vent #sugarenia rants

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Welcome, Jay Roecker! Thank you for your time today & for helping me with my Awareness blog.

Did you have a nice Labor Day weekend? Where did you go?

This Labor Day my ex, whom I co-parent our son Clark with, came to visit. We took the kids tubing down the Colorado River by my house and also took them to glaze pottery. Clark created a mug, saying 'Stay Weird,' Samantha painted a bowl, my ex painted another mug with a big C for Clark painted on it while I painted a gift for a loved one’s birthday.

2) You've been in the news recently as the Kvue employee who adopted a child looking for her Forever Family.That is a heart-warming story. Is she adjusting well?

Samantha is thriving. I always say with kids it’s two steps forward, one step back. One must be hyper vigilant and with time there is improvement. She is making A's in her classes for the first time in her life, plus is doing tumbling and will soon be in a girls’ etiquette class to help her get in with the right crowd when transitioning into middle school next year.

3) Did you say that Sam has really helped your Special Needs son?

Having a Neurotypical sibling truly helps a spectrum kid with modeling and empowerment. Clark actually won an improv contest this summer with Sam which would have been unthinkable before with this huge social anxiety.

4) You have a large extended family. So, this is truly a New Day for her. Yes, she now has my parent’s adoptive family as well as their bio family in addition to her aunts uncles, cousins all over the world.

5) Let's recap. Your song 'A New Day For You' had how many new listeners in August? It has had 174,489 total streams.

6) You have a new music video that released September 6, 2024. 'Chances Are' is a remake of Johnny Mathis' 1968 performance. What inspired you to do a cover of this song?

I am a sucker for the nostalgia of music from years ago. Many times, I would sing these songs while my mother played the piano. I hope I did a rendition Johnny Mathis would be proud of. I think I fell in love with this song when the film titled 'Chances Are' starring Cybil Shepherd was released in the 80s.

7) There is more music to come in the future & you have set up a new studio? Is there anything you'd like to add here?

I will be releasing my version of 'My Way' soon. I have written a lot more songs using my new home studio. My favorite so far is 'Silent Wings' about my daughter. Stay tuned!

8) September is Cancer Awareness Month. There are so many different types & many of us have been touched by one type or another. If you were to give a speech at a school, what message would you give to kids today about cancer?

There are various ways to give and help from local charities to national charities. For me, I would share that cancer will impact us all even if we don’t personally get inflicted by the disease. I would share that the best thing we can all do is live each moment to the fullest & tell your loved ones how you feel as tomorrow isn’t always granted.

#Cancer Awareness #advocacy #Forever Families #Kvue #Jay Roecker

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Today went even worse than yesterday. We did so must walking my legs are in so much pain. My back is in so much pain. I had packed the wrong type of clothes for the weather so my mom yelled at me multiple times. I was bored out of my mind for most of the day and i can’t remember what we were told on the guided tour even tho i was paying attention. Also a bunch of the girls who most are my age or younger got drunk(which they were not supposed to do anyways) which was illegal for them because all but one is under 18. They were so loud and it was one of their birthdays so they were celebrating it and being obnoxious because drunk. Also they are so fucking pretty and hairless. How the fuck can i be so pretty and carefree?. Also i was deadnamed and misgendered so much today. Also i hate that i look like a guy. I am literally unable ro socialize with anyone here not that i will probably be going to that school again next year. I am going to go to a different school for my senior year. There is groups of friends on the trip and i barely know of 2 people(who i last talked to years ago) and know literally no one else. I am all alone. Also my dysphoria was hitting me so strong earlier today. If it weren’t for the fact that i wouldn’t die but just be extremely hurt, someone would probably try and rescue me, and i would traumatize everyone i would have just jumped off a bridge we walked on. I want to go home but can’t. I wouldn’t be home until late on the 15th. Also i can’t shave my body hair here because i do that in the bath because otherwise i will fall and probably hit my head. I hate being disabled. Why must i be disabled? Also why can’t i just have been a cis girl? I want to die so bad. I will never be happy in this body. It is impossible. There is too many issues to list and some can’t be fixed. I wish i can just die and be reincarnated as a able bodied cis girl preferably a fairy princess or at least filthy rich, also aro ace. I just can’t be happy in this life or even just not wanting to die. Bottom surgery is probably like more than a decade away and besides i am terrified by surgery i have already like like 5 that I remember and more than that. I am going to need surgeries to just reverse or prevent my body from getting worse which will take all my money and time away from getting the surgeries i want. I also can’t be made shorter or have my shoulders made narrower. And those are two major issues i have with my self image. If only i wasn’t disabled i would be able to get the surgeries that are possible quicker and possibly in my life. Why did i have to be disabled and trans? One was enough of a curse but both. What did i do to deserve this? I have tried to a good person. I am nice to everyone as much as a can. I am so bitter and hateful of anyone happy or having a better life than me or at least a life that i want. I want out of this world. I don’t deserve to suffer 24/7 all because my bio parents had sex ine night and my bio mom did drugs and got sepsis and me being born like 5 or so weeks early and me having had when i was born or not long before it. Why of all disabilities do i have to have cerebral palsy. The doctors say i am luckily because it could have been way worse like me being unable to walk or talk but this isn’t lucky this is just less unlucky. I am unlucky but not insanely unlucky. Why did i get do fucked up when my younger brother is mostly fine if evil. I want to just die. I don’t want to walk more tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that and so on. If i get slone time with something that has a high chance of killing me i am doing it. That will probably not happen. I mean no one here knows i am suicidal almost 24/7. The only time i am not is when i am asleep or somehow distracted but the distractions are working less and less. I am getting closer to my limits. I have lost my will to life a long time awgo and whenever there is something that adds even just a ember to it it is tsken away from me as soon as i start thinking life will get better.

I can’t think life will get better because if i do it will all get worse because i will be in a weak state and fate hates and wants me to suffer especially at my weakest moments. I want to go home. Why did we ever sign up for this. I can’t go home until the trip is over and even if i dis my mom would have to miss the rest of the trip which would be a waste of like 16k(8k for each of us). I am wasteful and all i do is waste and be an annoyance. I don’t deserve to have been born. I would be happy if i drop dead from like heatstroke. My mom is worried that i don’t realize i am overheating but i am very aware of it. I sm doing it on purpose. I am trying to get my body to fail so i will die. I want out of just world one way or another. If only someone could and would help me.

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Clancy Burke Bio: inside life of the nosy TV News Reporter [year]

Who is Clancy Burke? Wiki

Though she is no longer practicing journalism, Clancy Burke is more recognized for her work as a TV News Reporter, who has had to work with many TV stations, including Local 12 in Cincinnati. Clancy is an American YouTuber, who is known for her self-titled beauty and lifestyle YouTube channel. Now, her YouTube channel presently has over 442K subscribers and 54.36 million accumulated views. Of course, she's also known as a former TV News Reporter and Journalist. Yeah, she says so. Ultimately, a whole lot of things have happened in Clancy Burkeʼs life since she quit her TV news reporting job to become a full-time YouTuber. Since she's no longer on TV, her fans and Local 12 viewers are curious to know what happened to her. Talks about her biography: wiki, where she is today, parents, dad, siblings, high school, college, YouTube channel, age, birthday, boyfriend, husband, salary, net worth, tattle life, Reddit, and a lot more, have become trendy searches about her, more than ever!

Clancy Burke and her soon-to-be husband, Zac Rogal. Photo credit: Google photos. In general, her supporters just want to be sure that she's fine, so all these questions and a lot more are from a place of genuine concern. Today, she's the vibe proper noun of our publication, so we've answered all those questions and more. Before we get things started, properly, take a glance at her bio wiki & quick profile rundown. Bio Wiki & Quick Profile Rundown Birth Name Clancy Burke Date of Birth September 10, 1995Place of Birth Long Island, New York Age27 years old Hometown New York, United States Current Home Address Cincinnati, United States Parents Tom Burke (father), Mrs. Burke (mother) Siblings Neal Burke (brother) Profession Former News Reporter & YouTuber Boyfriend/Husband Zac Rogal (soon-to-be husband) High School High school graduate College Marist College, PoughkeepsieKnown for Her YouTube channel and her work at Local 12 in Cincinnati Salary Not Estimated Net Worth $600k - $1 million

Biography: Early Life, Birthday, Age

Born Clancy Burke on September 10, 1995, in Long Island, New York, United States, Clancy grew up in the same city. Long Island is her hometown as well as her birthplace. Speaking of birth, she celebrated her last birthday on September 10th, 2022. So, her zodiac sign is Virgo. Presently, she is 27 years old and resides in Cincinnati, United States. Meanwhile, she grew up in Long Island, New York, with her only brother, Neal Burke, who currently serves in the United States Marine Corps.

Clancy and her older brother, Neal Burke, as kids. Photo credit: Instagram/@clancyburke. Though she does talk about her personal life a little too much on her self-titled YouTube channel, she always knows when to get a grip. Therefore, she has always kept things within limits. Talking about her YouTube channel, Clancy Burke launched her channel on November 15, 2009, when she was 14 years old—she was already a high school student, at this time. Then, she wanted her channel to be about beauty & make-up—or so her introductory video implied. “Introduction to my new BEAUTY Channel” is her first video on YouTube, so that! In other news, the name she gave her YouTube channel around then was “Glam and Gloss.” Needless to point out that she's since renamed her YouTube channel her full name. Where did Clancy Burke go to High School & College Clancy had her middle school and high school at local schools in Long Island, New York. That is to say, she holds basic certifications: an elementary school certificate and a high school diploma. After she graduated high school, she enrolled at Marist College in Poughkeepsie in New York, where she graduated with a Degree in a journalism-related program. For the most part, Clancy Burke decided to pursue a career in TV news reporting because she loves writing and reading. Now she quit her news reporting job at Local 12 because she loves exploring new places and spending time doing the things that give her time to enjoy every minute of her life. Local 12 didn't give her that, or did it? Well, whatever she does, she has her reason. Meanwhile, her parents and the nuclear family were supportive of her during her college years, as they should! They still are! And are supportive of her quitting her job at Local 12.

Clancy Burke and her father, Tom Burke. Photo credit: Instagram/@clancyburke. Family: Parents, Mother, Father, Brother Tom Burke is the name of Clancyʼs father. A middle-aged loving dad, her dad has a very good—& dark, in-a-good-way—sense of humor. He's overly sarcastic and often got featured in Clancyʼs YouTube videos. Clancyʼs dad, Tom Burke, is a carpenter by profession. And well, he is the carpenter working on some structural design of his daughter, Clancy Burke, and her boyfriend Jack Rogalʼs new home in Cincinnati. Although her mother's name is unknown, Clancy features her mom in her YouTube videos, as much as she features her dad, Tom Burke, and her boyfriend, Jack Rogal. In other news, Clancy has a brother. Neal Burke is the name of her brother. Meanwhile, she confirmed that her brother is working at the United States Marine Corps. Yet, it is unclear whether or not she has any other siblings aside from her brother.

Clancy and her brother, Neal Burke. Her brother is wearing US Marine Corps uniform. Photo credit: Instagram/@clancyburke.

Is Clancy Burke Married? Boyfriend, Husband, Engaged?

Well, NO, Clancy is not married. But, YES, she is currently engaged. Clancy is currently in a romantic relationship with her long-term boyfriend & now-fiancé, Zac Rogal. In one of her YouTube videos, she admitted that she and her boyfriend & soon-to-be husband, Zac Rogal, got linked up by her boyfriend's mom. She admitted that Zac was shy, so she started the talking process first. And years later, here they are! About to be married and become husband and wife! Clancy Burke and her boyfriend, Zac Rogal, are awesome, aren't they?! Whatever the case. . . they thought about relocating away from Cincinnati because “Cincy” (as Clancy often called it) has a very cold temperature. Well, they recently bought their dream house worth over 750k thousand in Cincinnati. Currently, they're planning their wedding and living their best lives! Clancyʼs soon-to-be husband, Zac Rogal, works from home while she focuses on her YouTube channel, where she makes a lot of money. Monies you could tell are much more than she earned during her years at Local 12 in Cincinnati. Or at least, close to her salary.

Clancy and her boyfriend, Zac Rogal, in a loved-up picture. Photo credit: Instagram/@clancyburke. Rattle Life, Reddit: Does Clancy Really Sucks? Well, our Clancy Bee is currently being dragged on Tattle Life by some of her fans & supporters. Or, her haters? And trolls? Well. . . According to most of the people on Tattle Life, Clancy Burke sucks! She's becoming so cringe and getting on their nerves. And did we mention, a lot of people on Tattle Life have an opinion that Clancy needs to change career, at this rate? Or, stop repeating herself all over in every new video and find a better way to become more “creative.” On the flip side, Clancy fans & supporters think she is awesome. None of them are dragging or calling her out on Reddit, at least, at the time we published this article. Her fans on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter aren't dragging and calling her out as much as those on Tattle Life. And we are here wondering, WHY THE MANY HATES?! Anyway, moving on. . . Check out the Tattle Life thread where Clancy is being dragged and talked about. The Tattle Life thread is titled: Clancy Burke #3 Complaining all day keeps the fiancé away.

Clancy and her boyfriend, Zac Rogal, in a loved-up picture. Photo credit: Instagram/@clancyburke. Wikipedia, Blog, YouTube Stats, Social Media Handles Clancy does not have a Wikipedia profile, just yet. However, she has a personal blog where she shares her journey in life. According to our findings, she created her WordPress blog during her college years. Meanwhile, her blog is titled Candidly Clancy Blog with the web address Clancy Bee Blog. In other news, her social media handles and YouTube stats are as follows: Instagram ClancyTwitter ClancyYouTube Channel @ClancyBurkeXDate of Creation November 15, 2009Number of videos uploaded since the creation 817 videosNumber of subscribers 442K thousand subscribersNumber of views 54,361,196 viewsBusiness Email [email protected]

Career Timeline

Upon graduating college, Clancy did her internship in her dream sports news outlet, Madison Square Garden Networks. Subsequently, she did an internship in the investigative unit at WABC in New York City. Now Clancy Burke worked for a while at WKEF in Dayton. However, she got an offer of a job to work as a Morning TV News Reporter at Local 12 in April 2019. Needless to mention that she quit her News Reporting Job at Local 12 in Cincinnati to become a full-time YouTuber and videos creator. As a YouTuber, her most popular videos are her videos titled “iPod Touch Unboxing, Review and Demo” and “10 Simple Tricks to Eat Less (+ lose weight).” Speaking more about her YouTube stats, these are some of Clancy Burkeʼs uploaded YouTube videos:

Clancy Burke, her mom, and fiancé, Zac Rogal. Photo credit: Instagram/@clancyburke. - ‘MOVING INTO COLLEGE| DAILYCLANCY’ - ‘COMING HOME & SURPRISING MY PARENTS! | DAILYCLANCY’ - ‘WORKING AT VICTORIA’S SECRET| MY EXPERIENCE’ - ‘iPod TOUGH UNBOXING, REVIEW AND DEMO’ - ‘MY WORST TV NEWS BLOOPERS AS A REPORTER’ - ‘MY 6 P.M. BEDTIME ROUTINE (YES, REALLY) - ‘MY 2 A.M. MORNING ROUTINE (NO, THAT’S NOT A TYPO) - ‘HOW TO: CUTE/FANCY UPDO’ - ‘CHRISTMAS HAUL!’ - ‘ROOM TOUR AND TIPS/ORGANIZATION’ - ‘MALL CLOTHING HAUL’ - ‘WHAT EYE SHADOW COLORS LOOK PERFECT WITH YOUR EYE COLOR?’ — uploaded on 17th of November 2009

What is Clancy Burke Hair Color, Height & Weight, Ethnicity & Nationality

Clancyʼs hair color is dark brown. Still, she changes her hair color from dark brown to blonde, brown, and other colors. Meanwhile, she has a blue pair of eyes. Looking at her body measurements and body weight and height, her stats show that she stands five feet six inches tall. Her body weight is 56 kilograms. She has a slim & slender body type and loves hitting the gym and keeping fit. Her ethnicity is White Caucasian. Meanwhile, she has American nationality. Her skin color is white.

Clancyʼs mom, and his brother, Neal Burke. Photo credit: Instagram/@clancyburke.

What is Clancy Burkeʼs Salary? Net Worth

Information about her exact salary estimate during her years as a Morning TV News Reporter at Local 12 is unknown. However, are we more than likely earning six figures monthly, or five figures? Well, that might be the case. Meanwhile, her net worth is estimated to be anywhere around $600k and $1 million. The thing about Clancy Burke is that she doesn't love to agree, in public, that she has money, so you'd often see her complaining about spending as little as $5 on a product. Isn't it a good idea to keep your earnings to yourself? Well, our Clancy Bee does that very well, and we at Share-ask.com love her, regardless! News flash: You might want to follow up on the story of this Overly Sarcastic American Journalist, Kirk Minihane, to know more about his career journey in the field of Journalism and News Reporting. That's it on Clancy Burkes biography and wiki. If this blog post was helpful to you in any form of way, do well to leave a rating. Also, you could drop your thoughts or questions in the comments, if you have any. Wiki Source: Share-Ask.com. Read the full article

#ClancyBurke #ClancyBurkeBiography #Journalists #NewsReporters #TVNewsReporters #YouTubers

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Selena Gomez- By Giuliana S.

Selena Marie Gomez was born on July 22, 1992 in Grand Prairie, Texas. Her parents are of Mexican and Italian descent. She is the daughter of Mandy Teefey and Ricardo Gomez. Selena attended Danny Jones Middle School. She was homeschooled for highschool, and enrolled at Pacific Western University for college.

Selena began her acting career in 2002 in the show Barney & Friends. She also began her music career on a few Disney shows and theme songs. Gomez had many other small roles on tv shows and movies. Selena Gomez started singing at the age of 16. She started her own production company ‘Hollywood Records’ in 2008. She released her first album on July 9, 2013 called, ‘Stars Dance’. It became her first album as number one on the Billboard 200 chart. Some songs in her album were, Love Will Remember, Come and Get It, Birthday, Slow Down, and ,Save the Day. Gomez states, “ I drew inspiration from my favorite star, Britney Spears.” And while I'm not sure how that qualifies as “mature,” you can definitely hear a Spears influence in the pop mix, along with some Rihanna-esque shadings and quite a few beat-heavy synth and drum blends.”

Today, Selena Gomez is working on a documentary called, ‘My Mind & Me’. She is also pursuing her acting career. Gomez will start filming the Season 3 of Only Murders in the Building in January 2023. Additionally, in August, it was announced that Selena Gomez is in talks to produce a reboot of Working Girl on Hulu. In 2020, Selena Gomez came out with her own makeup brand called Rare Beauty, which has become very popular since. Gomez said, “ Be yourself, there’s no one better!” This explains the name of her makeup brand because she believes everyone is beautiful in their own way. Gomez's most recent album, Rare, was released in 2020 and featured “Look at Her Now” and “Lose You to Love Me.” Rare gave Gomez her third No. 1 album on the Billboard 200 chart.

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YALL WANNA KNOW SOME FUN FAMILY STUFF? OKAY LETS GO

so, i have an older brother. he's 5 years older than me. he's also a total fucking manbaby but thats not today's discussion. we have different fathers, my parents met after my brother was already born. (his bio dad is a piece of shit that bailed the moment he found out my mom was pregnant or something.)

that clear? okay? okay. SO

my dad's DAD. him and my dad have a HORRIBLE relationship. idk the details of it but my dad really doesn't like him and i'm lead to believe he was a shitty father. ANYWAYS, that is a small part of the reason why i NEVER had a relationship with him.

wanna know the BIG part of the reason?

apparently he wanted to meet ME, but he could not care less for my BROTHER ! (because my dad isn't his bio dad or whatever probably. i never heard that directly but, like, what else.) which my mom did NOT like at all! so she set the hard boundary of either he gives a shit about both children or he doesn't get to see any of them.

now, i'm aware that he's a shitty person (for more than one reason) and that he was a shitty father to my dad, so i do NOT mourn the loss of the relationship i never had with him or whatever, but it does however make me a little salty that my mom decided i was to not have any relationship with my grandfather at all because he did not care for my brother. i would like to note here that the only grandparent i've ever had was my mother's mom, who out of the 4 of us cousins (me and my brother, and my two cousins who are siblings) ALWAYS favored my brother (because he's the eldest). no, like, literally. my cousins lived with her when she was alive, but me and my brother would visit like almost every weekend, which was fun for about the 5 minutes i got where i wasn't bullied or abandoned. but in the morning my grandma ALWAYS brought my brother out to have breakfast just the two of them out in the town. she never brought anyone else, least of all me, just him. i'm sure she loved us ! but my brother has always been the baby and the favorite, both with my mom and my grandma. so that hurt like a motherfucker growing up ! (i do have a couple of good memories with her. she didn't completely ignore me. she just favored him.) anyways point is the only grandparent i've ever had was one grandmother who had a clear favorite. so, i dunno, having a grandpa that i could actually invite for grandparent day in elementary school would've been rad, maybe.

do you wanna know my FAVORITE memory of my dad's dad ??? (yes, i staunchly refuse to call him my grandfather. he's just some dude to me) yes you do, because that's the reason i'm making this post in the first place.

SO i have this cousin! she's way younger than me, and my uncle's daughter on my DAD's side !!! and i remember going to a birthday party of hers when i was a kid, maybe like 7 or so, fuck if i know, i was old enough that i remember it is the point. and i grew up incredibly anxious, but eventually at that party i found another little girl to play ball with! (literally just tossing the ball to each other) and i was just vibing and playing, until this old man comes up to me. and he goes "hi!" and i look at him for like a second (because remember, i was playing ball with another girl, so i had to look at the ball to know where to toss it and to avoid it smacking me in my face) and i go "...hi." he just looks at me for a moment and then he goes, "do you know who i am?" now, this was about the first time i've held a conversation with this man! BUT, somehow i had (still have) this clear memory of seeing this man at, like, a laundromat with my dad at some point when i was even smaller, and somehow i just Remember? and i go "yeah, you're my dad's dad." i shit you not i said it like that i have never referred to him as my grandpa even as a child to his face i love baby me. and he goes "yeah i am!" and i go "...ok" and i keep playing ball! and he just... stands there for a second before awkwardly shuffles off.

NOW, this is hilarious to me and a core fucking memory, but what i love to add to this is, MY DAD HAD A HELL OF A TIME TELLING ME AND MY MOM HOW THIS INTERACTION CAME TO BE. Apparently they had been talking, and he was like "can i go tell her i'm her grandpa?" and my dad, knowing me and knowing how he raised me, he was DOWN, and he went "sure go for it, she's not gonna care". and it must've been SO SATISFYING to be him and see this happen and then see the look on his fucking dad's face afterwards.

WANNA KNOW ANOTHER FUNNY THING?

so every few years or something i reconnect with that very cousin (mentally ill + age gap makes it hard for me to actually reach out, plus my mom really dislikes my uncle for Reasons), and i was just over at her place one day, and then out of nowhere WHO VISITS IF NOT MR. FUCKER HIMSELF? my cousin and uncle did give me a heads up about his arrival and i was like "i dont mind, i dont care" because i genuinely couldn't give two shits, but he had NO CLUE i'd be there. and lookie look, he actually recognizes me! and he jokes to my uncle, "she doesn't remember who i am." but like, so confidently.

and i look him straight in the eyes. emotionless.

and i go,

"i know who you are. you're my dad's dad."

he did not know how to answer that. me and my cousin proceeded to go to the yard to continue hanging out.

its so small and so petty but god i fucking loved the look on his face.

OH by the way wanna know one of the reasons i know he's a shitbag garbage of human being?

so my dad has several brothers. im not actually close with any of them, the one i've seen the most is the one i already mentioned. a few years ago, one of them died. he had cancer, it wasn't out of the blue, but it happened. i had never even met the guy so it didn't really affect me personally, but my dad (and his brothers) (understandably) were broken. the funeral wasn't in our city, so he traveled there by himself. i kinda wished i could've gone with him just to support him, but i couldn't. but anyways.

my dad and uncles talk about the will. i dont know the specifics of it, but there was like an apartment involved i believe, and they decided to legally leave everything to one specific brother to handle for everyone or something. that, though, meant that the people included in the will had to go and legally sign away their rights. and wouldn't you know it, as my dad's next of kin*, i had to go as well. because if my dad gave up the rights, they would pass over to me or something. idk. i just knew i had to go sign something. i dont know the details nor the law. this was very soon after the funeral. a couple of uncles were there.

as well as Mr. Fucker himself (along with his wife, not the biological mother of any of my uncles).

now i dont remember the exact wording, i dont think. but when talking about the will and his death, even with the notary or lawyer or whatever present (so not even the dignity of privacy), he makes a fucking joke. about the death of an uncle and brother and his son.

i shit you not the silence that fell in the room, with only his stupid little self-satisfied laughter, as everyone is in shock staring at him.

i think he burnt all his bridge a long, long time ago - but if he had any hopes of reconnecting with any of his family, he torched all of the land surrounding that bridge too.

(also less heinous. i had never met his wife. she is no one to me. and she still tried to ask me about my school, and when i mentioned i dropped out of high school, she tried to pull the 'oh but youre so smart you were doing so well!' card. i was trying to be polite up until then. i told her 'you dont know me. leave me alone.' i think i felt the silent pride of my dad and both my uncles on me at that moment.)

*note about being my dad's next of kin: HEEEEEEEEELLLL YYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

no i dont have anything to inherit or anything. he dont got shit to put on a will. but my dad is a good father. a great one, even. no, he's not perfect, he's grumpy and gruff and he has a shitty sense of humor that just irks people, i get mad at him a lot and we get into shouting matches sometimes and he has a tendency to be stubborn and to raise his voice. but he's also a huge teddy bear, he's sweet and thoughtful. he's loving and caring. and he has worked himself to the bone to give the best he could to this family.

honestly? there were times, growing up, when he didn't have solid employment, and we were dirt poor, and without complaining, he just.. went out in the morning, and he came back having found some way to earn enough money for food for the day. i will never know what it is he did. i will never know what favors he pulled, i will never know what odd jobs he did or how he even found them. i don't know if i ever want to know. but he would comb the entire city for something to do to earn just enough for us to have food in our stomachs for the day.

he's a hardworker, and he's charming as all hell, and he's a sweetheart. you can't not love him. i think i got that from him, you know? the lovability, the charm. not the 'oozing confidence' kind - the disarming, genuine, guy-next-door kind of charm. the 'i got your back' kind of charm. damn, i'm so proud of it.

he's been through a rough life. and he's grown up with ideals of toxic masculinity, of course. he's been in the military and he's been to prison (for his brother, may i add). i'm sure he's got undiagnosed unresolved trauma that's shaped him. and honestly i've got the suspicion he might have a tinge of ADD as well. point is, he's got reasons for having his flaws. well, all that, and the fact that he's a human being.

but he's always got love in his heart. and a thought for his loved ones first and foremost. yes, he might complain and drag his feet at times, but only when he knows that doing so wont actually harm us. he's been difficult when we asked him for favors in the past (even though he always ended up doing them anyways), but he's always been there when we really needed him.

and my brother pisses on all of that. my father has taken him in, and has always, always treated him like his own son even if he didn't have to. yes, he knew his existence when he started dating our mom, but he could've done the bare minimum - but he never has. he's always gone above and beyond.

and my brother constantly, over and over, throughout the years, has shat on all of it. multiple, multiple times he's called him a shitty father. absent. not really there. not putting in enough effort.

i'm sorry he was too busy trying to keep us alive to be there the way you wanted him to? which, i'm unsure of what the hell he means, anyways. he's always been there for my brother's difficult times, at least whenever my brother didn't push him the fuck away - which was often. my brother didn't see it, but it was my dad, it has always been my dad, that talked my mother down after bad arguments. when my brother had a fight with her and decided to just leave home (unprepared, without a job, out of spite), it was my dad that talked my mom back to enough calm to make her take back "don't you ever come back into this house again". and it was my dad that talked HIM down for hours until he saw reason and came back.

it's always been my dad. going above and beyond. even to the point of disregarding his own health.

my brother doesn't FUCKING understand that, and never will. no, im not surprised, because my brother is a selfish stubborn asshole, just like my mom.

i'm my dad's next of kin. and i take pride in it. i carry his last name with honor. (did i mention my brother got his last name changed from his absentee father's to my mom's? not even my dad's. just my mom's. but i guess momma's boys will be momma's boys.)

if i get married one day, i want to keep my last name.

#okay so this got LONG dont read all of this #its literally just me rambling #first abt my dad's father which is a douche #and then about my dad. which i am a carbon copy of and i am proud to be #i was supposed to just be cheeky abt my dad's father #i didnt expect to evolve into me being proud and mad and defensive of my dad #but oh well !#fr tho this is so long and for no use dont mind this #Charlie chatters

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