#Never mind on this being soon my grandma just passed away

[totallydannyfr]

Soon.

[thebestandrealestever]

~MILES HEARTBREAK!~

reader tries to help miles navigate his feelings . warns : heavy descriptions of grief, suicidal thoughts if u squint, eating problems a lil. reader granny dead not proofread! a/n: i miss my grandmother i’m projecting eat my ass .

how much better, can i show my love for you? and say i do i do i do, i do i do i do .

miles couldn’t. he just could not. he couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t process it, he couldn’t wrap his head around it, he couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t move. his dad couldn’t do any of those things so how could he? how could he exist a world where his dad ceased ? i mean how selfish is that ? laughing or eating or speaking when he wasn’t there to do it with him. so there he laid, in his bed for the fourth day straight. he hadn’t eaten or even changed his clothes since it happened only time he moved was when his eyes opened and closed from being asleep to awoke. mind flooding with memories when things were good, trying to remember every time they spoke and cursing himself in his head when he failed to remember a certain conversation or outfit he wore or when they fought, his family was ruined, he cursed his father for leaving, did he have to save that kid? did he have to be so fucking empathetic and giving that he gave his life? does he even fucking know what he did? how could he exist without him ? why should he…miles mind flickered between thoughts of wanting to up there and be with his father but knowing he couldn’t give his mother another heartbreak. oh! his mother. oh he couldn’t bare to see his mom upset, he hasn’t even seen her since . he heard her sobs at night and her footsteps in the morning, always pretending to be asleep when she entered his room. he knew he was a coward for not being able to see her, he wasn’t the new man of the house. he could never be. he could never be anything without his father. so, there he laid.

you may not know right where you’re going but i do, i do, i do. and all the times you wasn’t chosen, well i’ll make it up to you.

your pov!

you were sad, your boyfriends dad was dead. you tried texting him and calling him but to no avail, he never responded. you weren’t upset, when your grandma passed you did the same thing to miles. mr. morales was kinda like your dad in a way seeing as thought you never really had one. he drove you to school, bought you food. you thought about that one time you both had a heart to heart conversation. he had comforted you at the funeral, you teared up thinking about it. you opened miles text to see a thread of blue messages, multiple im sorry texts and good morning/night ones. you move your fingers to text him again, stopping when you realized he wasn’t gonna answer . so you got up and got ready, he needed you, so you were gonna be there. you drove all the way there just to hesitate knocking, you didn’t know why you were afraid . right before you knocked the door opened, it was mrs. morales . “oh, hello mija.” he said with a sadness that brought her tone down. you looked at her face, it was dark and the slightly purple bags under her eyes seemed to pull the rest of her face down you stared for a bit before pulling her into a big hug . you mumbled “i’m so sorry. i can’t even imagine.” she sighed at your words and just hummed “i’ll be okay, i don’t know about miles though. he hasn’t left his room since. please check on him.” she said as she pulled away from the hug keeping her hands on your shoulders, you have her a reassuring smile, “okay mrs. morales.” your eyes widened as it slipped out and she looked down. fuck. could you call her that still? she just smiled and squeezed your shoulders “im going to the store, keep my mind occupied. i’ll be back soon.” she said walking away and you looked into the house for a little walking in as if you were being drawn to miles room.

all of the feelings you’re not showing, when your rivers overflowing.

you knocked on the door, when you heard no response you opened it, revealing the look of miles lying on his bed low eyed and eye bags forming, the smell of grief and pain filled the room. the person that made the world bright was so dark now, your heart pang with guilt, why couldn’t you take this away from him ? his eyes looked at the door, when he saw you he sat up but didn’t say anything his eyes filling up with tears again just at the sight of you

“i’m sorry baby.. i’m so sorry.” you said with the softest voice you could muster up. “don’t apologize, not your fault.” his low voice croaked out, you can tell it was his first time saying anything in a while. “can i s-“. “please.” his unusually low voice interrupted you, you took your stuff off and sat on the bed. “have you eaten, or showered?” you ask miles as you turn your head to hold his hand, his silence is your answer so you get up and hold out your other hand to him, “come on, you need eat and shower.” he looked at your hand then back at you, before slowly getting up to follow you. as you stood in the shower with him, the water running on both of you as you washed his back you could hear him sighing deeply and see his back falling up and down with a faster pace than before. he was crying. you tap his shoulder and he turns around, the water from the shower hiding his tears. he pulls you in for a tight hug, like it he let go would you leave too. “thank you, i love you so much.” he softly said and you just smiled “i love you miles.”

it’s the truth, swear to you. i do i do i do i do, i do. and all that you are i do.

seeing miles so down reminded you of when you were like this, broken and in desperate need of love and miles gave it to you, the least you could do was make sure he was straight. you took out his braids and washed his hair and rio must’ve came back in the house because you could smell food cooking. “have you talked to her?” you said putting on some clothes. “no, i-i don’t know how.” “you should, you have to. if it’s one thing i know it’s that you need each other right now.” he looked out his door to see his mother with her back turned to the stove. he sighed and called out to her “mami?” he said walking up behind her and she turned to him, they hugged and you smiled at the scene. you retrieved the things you needed to do miles hair, you knew he didn’t want any braids now so you were just gonna detangle and blow dry it . miles sits on a pillow on the floor between your legs as you do his hair, rio setting down 2 plates of food for you and miles as she sits down placing the one for herself on the couch arm beside her. all three of you sit there watching whatever movie was playing, comfortable silence settled upon the three of you. after miles ate he fell asleep, just as you finished and were about to wake him up you look over your shoulder to see mrs.morales asleep too. you got up to clean up, tip toeing to not step on any cracks. you put up the food and washed the dishes making sure all the doors were locked and lights turned off. you returned to the couch and tapped mrs morales arm waking her softly. “let’s get you to your bed.” you said quietly helping her up being careful not to wake miles or fully wake mrs. morales you led her to her room and she got in falling back asleep, as you were about to leave “thank you, (name)” she said sleepily and you smiled twisting the handle to open the door “of course.” you said closing her door softly and walking back to see nobody there.

my single line of stars in noon, reflection of the very moon i do, i do i do i do.

you walk into miles room seeing him sitting up on his bed, shirt off and head in his hands. “does it get easier ?” he asks with a tone that suggest he’s afraid. your face softens and you kiss your teeth thinking about your own grief “yea i think so. the worst thing that could’ve happened already happened, the only thing you can do now is grow. it doesn’t get smaller, but you do grow bigger than it.” you say sitting down beside him rubbing his back, he lets out a breath and looks into your eyes “im so thankful for you, i really need you (name).” you softly kiss his lips then cup his face to kiss his forehead. you get into the bed and he lays on top of you rubbing his face in your neck “i love you.” he says again quieter than before and you frown at feeling his tears run down your neck “i love you too, and i’ll be here. the whole way. always.”

can i show my love for you?

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter seventy three

close to home | chapter seventy three

plot: winter passes and the reader hits her ninth month of pregnancy

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,087 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, childbirth A/N: I have no excuse for the late update 😔

An hour later, you were stitched up and on a nice dose of pain medication that left your body numb but mind mostly clear. Michonne had gone out to tell everyone the good news, and Rosita sat beside you. 

“I’m proud of you, babe.” She smiled down at you. 

You reached for her hand. “It’ll be your turn next. Thank you for being here with me.”

“You’ll be able to repay me soon.” Rosita said with a wink. 

You smiled at your friend and squeezed her hand. You glanced toward the back of the room, where Siddiq was doing all the tests he’d read about. Daryl stood next to him, and you could read his body language like a book. He was on guard. Of course, he was. You were drugged up, and protecting you and the baby was his sole job right now. 

“I’m gonna let you two have some time; you want me to bring a change of clothes later?” 

Rosita was gone after you nodded, and then finally Daryl was carrying the baby over to you. He handed her to you and then helped you sit up, so he could sit behind you. Siddiq and Dante had made themselves scarce, and it was finally just your new family.

When your back was against his chest and his arms around both of you protectively, you let out a long sigh. 

“Ya gonna tell me the name ya had picked out for months?” 

You smiled and looked down at the baby girl, who looked up at you with wide, bright blue eyes like her fathers. She had been wiped clean, and she was absolutely breathtaking. 

“Josephine,” You said, gently rocking the baby. “After my grandma who cared for me and my sisters when we were little. I was thinking Josie for short.”

Daryl kissed the back of your head. “I like it.” He kissed you three more times, and his arms squeezed your side. “Was thinkin’... maybe Beth for a middle name.”

“I love it.” You smiled down at the baby.

“How are ya feelin?”

“Good. Drugged. But good.” You said, leaning your head back. “I’m tired.”

“Ya did a real good job. Never been more proud of ya.”

***

An hour later, and with no chance to nap, you had Daryl let everyone come meet the baby. There was no use pushing it off because you knew they’d be out there until the morning if you didn’t let them in now. So soon, the room filled with your family, and you looked around with tears. 

Michonne was the first who held her new niece and Godchild, and you could see her consistently wiping away tear after tear. Then Aaron held her and gave Daryl a look that made your heart ache lovingly. You knew Daryl thought the world of his closest friend, even if he never said anything about it. 

It was an energy you hadn’t felt in a long time. The happiness and love come from everyone. The congratulations and jokes, the laughs. 

But this was different. This was a family coming together and the single happiest moment of your life. 

“What’s her name?” Gabriel asked when it was her turn. 

“Josie,” Daryl said, and you heard a proudness in his voice you’d never heard before. The proudness of a father. 

“She’s beautiful,” Gabriel smiled widely and nodded at you. “Congratulations.”

It took an hour for everyone to clear out--and you had to promise both RJ and Judith they could hold the baby once you were home. But finally, it was you, Daryl, Josie, and Siddiq. He wanted to give you a once-over before he would retire for the night. 

Once you were cleared and everything looked ‘textbook picture perfect,’ he bid the three of you goodnight.

You looked over at Daryl, who was holding the baby. She looked so tiny in his arms. And the look on his face made you wish you had a camera. 

“I should probably try and feed her.” You said. 

“Huh? Oh, right.” Daryl was too engrossed with his daughter, and it made you smile again. He came over to you and handed you Josie. 

“I think she has your eyes,” You said, getting ready to try to breastfeed. “They are like the ocean. Same as you.”

Daryl came to sit behind you again and helped hold up your shirt. “Much prettier than me,”

“Well, no arguing there, old man.” You teased. “Now hold on, I gotta focus on trying to feed her. 

***

The next morning, you and Daryl brought Josie home. There were casseroles from everyone in the community waiting for you, enough to feed the whole house for weeks. And there were homemade cards from all the kids. 

And Judith was waiting on the couch, ready to hold the baby. 

“You gotta watch her head, okay?” You said nervously to the ten-year-old. You had her arm propped up on a pillow, so there wasn’t any room for error, and you’d be right next to her. 

“I got it,” Judith smiled. “She’s my new cousin.” 

Daryl was a little bit antsy, ready to jump in if something happened. But Judith was comfortable, and she held Josie perfectly. You breathed a little easier after that. 

“Do you want me to watch her so you two can get some sleep?” Carol offered. 

You glanced at your friend. “I have to feed her again, but actually, that would be great. I don’t think I’ve slept since the night before she was born.”

“We all took turns when Judith was born helping out. No reason why we can’t do that now.” Carol smiled at you; it was the first real one you’d seen in a while. Maybe watching the baby meant more to her than you thought. 

So after feeding her, Carol was excited to take the baby from you and tell you neither of you would get her back until you slept for at least a few hours. 

You were asleep before you could realize your head hit the pillow. 

***

Teaks soaked your cheeks as you rocked Josie back and forth. She wouldn’t stop crying, and it’d been hours. You did everything you could think of. You’d fed her, burped her, and changed her. You couldn’t figure out what she wanted. 

It’s been a month since she was born, and for the most part, she was a well-tempered baby. She fussed like normal but didn’t scream bloody murder like today. 

“What’s wrong with her?” RJ yelled over the baby’s cries. 

You glanced at the young boy at the kitchen table and continued rocking the baby. “I don’t know, RJ.”

“Maybe she needs more food,” Judith said. 

You glanced at your niece and nephew before looking back at your daughter. You quietly shushed the baby and walked over to the table to fix the swaddle. Once she was wrapped up tightly and you were rocking her in your arms, she started to calm down. You breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the counter. 

“Are you two finished with your homework? Where is your mom again?”

“She went out on a run to Hilltop, remember?” Judith reminded you. 

You couldn’t remember anything much these days. “Just finish your homework. I’m going to put her down for a nap.”

You left the two kids in the kitchen and headed for the stairs just as Daryl walked into the house. You sighed with relief. “Thank God, that was the longest hunting trip of my life. Take her. She’s ready for a nap. I need a minute.”

Daryl didn’t say a word as you handed him Josie and then walked out of the house. The early May air was warm, and you could smell flowers. You could also hear the buzz of the community, and you sat down on the brick steps. 

Dog came out to sit next to you, wagging his tail as you pet him. After a few silent, peaceful minutes, you hear someone leave the house. You didn’t need to look behind you. You knew it was Daryl. 

“She’s down,” Daryl said, putting the baby monitor on the ledge and sitting beside you. “Ya okay, pretty girl?”

You gave him a look. “I’m exhausted. My back hurts from breastfeeding, and my nipples feel like shards of glass. I haven’t showered in five days. And I’m with the baby and the kids every day. Carol is basically a ghost. Michonne is always doing something--which I understand. I just feel overwhelmed. And I’m pumping so much milk I feel like a milk factory. Not to mention Lydia is sulking around, and I can’t do anything to help her.” 

“I can ice ‘em again for ya. It helped last week. And I’ll have Aaron take Judith for a sleepover. RJ goes to bed early enough. Everythin’ else, we can handle together.”

You groaned in exhaustion and leaned against him. You had no room to complain to him. He was up every night with you because he refused to let you be alone, and then he was hunting almost every day to provide for you so you could produce for your daughter. 

“I’m just tired. And postpartum isn’t what I expected. Michonne made it look so easy. And we haven’t had sex in over a month, and we can’t for at least another two weeks, maybe more, since I’m taking forever to heal.”

Daryl chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Things will get better soon, pretty girl. Why don’ I watch the kids so ya can take a shower?” 

You looked up at him, frowning slightly at his handsome face and how much you missed being with him. “I knew I married you for a reason.”

***

A month later, Rosita went into labor. You’d been on an evening walk with Daryl and Josie when Gabriel came running, and you left both of them with a kiss before running with Gabriel to the infirmary. 

She was in the same bed you were in and sighed with relief when she saw you. You were immediately by her side. “Hi babe, I didn’t know someone could make childbirth look so sexy.” 

She laughed through her pain. “I’m just trying to live up to you.”

You smiled and took her hand as you looked at Siddiq. “How is she doing?”

“She’s got a long while to go. She’s only a centimeter dilated. She’s going to be here for a while.”

Rosita was in labor for a grueling twenty-three hours. You and Gabriel sat by her side, feeding her ice chips and holding her hand through every contraction. You only took a break when Daryl brought you breakfast with Josie, and you sat with them for a few minutes. Then Rosita started screaming again, and you bid your family goodbye. 

Finally, after you passed the point of delirium, Rosita delivered a healthy baby girl. Siddiq cut the cord, and Dante helped with the cleanup. Rosita was exhausted, and you didn’t envy her in the slightest. But you knew your job was done once the baby was in her arms and Siddiq could pull off his doctor mask. 

After Rosita thanked you endlessly, you told her you would visit her in the morning. You wanted her to have the time with her own little family. You bid goodnight to Eugene and the others who were waiting outside her room and headed home. 

It was really late, and both kids were asleep. You were sure Carol and Michonne were, too. After eating dinner that Daryl must’ve saved for you, you headed all the way up to Josie’s room. She was sleeping peacefully. 

You smiled as you adjusted the blanket and ran your finger along her chubby cheek. She barely had any hair, just little wisps of brown. And with her big blue eyes, you knew she would look just like her daddy. 

The floorboard creaked, and you turned to see Daryl standing at the doorway that led to the Jack and Jill bathroom. You could see into your bedroom through the open doors, and the lamp was on. 

“How’s Rosita?” He whispered as he came over to you. 

“She’s good. She had a girl.” You stood on your toes to give him a kiss hello. “Looks like Josie is gonna have a friend.”

Daryl wrapped his arm around your waist and stared down at the baby. “I can’ believe it sometimes.”

“What?”

“That we have a baby. That ya had the baby alright.” He squeezed your waist. “Never thought I’d see the day… didn’ think I’d be any good at it.”

You carefully caressed your sleeping daughter’s cheek again before you looked back up at Daryl and nodded toward your room. After turning on the nightlight and shutting the door, you followed Daryl. 

“You’re a great father. You were before Josie came along, too. You don’t think Judith and RJ see you as a father figure?” You asked as you started to get undressed. 

Daryl shrugged and sat down at the end of the bed. “Don’ really see it that way.”

“Well, you are. Why do you think Judith’s been wanting to spend so much time with you lately?” You asked as you put on one of your old maternity shirts to sleep in. “She sees you with Josie every day and is probably a little jealous. You moved in about a year ago or so. That’s a long time for a ten-year-old.” You walked over to the bed and moved his arms so you could sit on his lap. 

“Maybe I should see ‘bout takin’ her out huntin’, then?”

You set your hands on the sides of his cheek and smiled. “I think it would mean the world to her, old man,” Daryl grunted, and your smile widened. You leaned forward to press your forehead against his lips and then wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Josie ate the whole bottle, by the way,” Daryl said against your skin. 

You nodded and looked up at him. “Good.”

His eyes closed as you pushed back his hair and gently caressed his skin. He must’ve showered while you were with Rosita because he smelt like the Hilltop soap that came in. You moved up on your knees and kissed him, taking him off guard, but he gripped you tightly. 

“I miss you,” You said against his lips. You tugged at his shirt and then slipped your hands underneath so you could touch his bare skin. 

Daryl hummed against your lips and broke away from the kiss long enough so you could pull off his shirt. You were kissing again in seconds, with your running up and down his warm skin. You then grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off so you were completely naked on his lap.

“Darlin’, I don’ wanna if ya not ready yet.” Daryl whispered. 

You shook your head and ground against him. You could feel how much he wanted you, and you didn’t want to stop. 

“I will tell you if we have to stop.” You grinded against him again. 

Daryl didn’t give you time to adjust before he had you on your back and further up on the bed. His lips moved against yours feverishly, and his hands touched every part of you they could. You moaned into his mouth through each squeeze he gave you and each time he teased your clit with his fingers. 

“Promise me if ya start to hurt, ya say somethin’?” Daryl asked against your lips. “I know how ya are.”

You nodded and pulled him closer to you to deepen the kiss. 

Daryl’s fingers finally circled around your clit, slowly, tauntingly, and it felt so good you could already feel tears in your eyes. It’d been too long without him.

“I can feel how much ya miss me,” He teased you. 

You smiled against his lips and cupped him through his bottoms. “So can I.” You slid your hand through the band and wrapped your fingers around him. 

His breathing deepened, and he shook his head. “I don’ wanna wait.”

“Then fuck me already, Dixon.”

You helped him get out of the bottoms, and then he spread your legs. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, getting yourself prepared. You weren’t sure how bad it might hurt if it would hurt, but you couldn’t wait any longer. 

“Ya okay?”

You nodded and bit your lip when you felt him rub his tip along you before he pushed into you. You gripped his biceps and dug your fingernails in.

“Are ya hurt?”

“No, it just feels like pressure.” You breathed out. “Keep going. Please.”

Daryl kissed your forehead before doing as you asked, and the pressure was gone within a minute. So you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him by the neck to kiss you. You ran your tongue along his bottom lip and sucked in, making his thrust falter for a moment. 

“Fuck.” Daryl breathed out. 

“Harder.” You whimpered, and had to bite your lip when he did exactly what you wanted. “Oh, God…”

“Open ya eyes, pretty girl.”

You did what he asked, meeting his. The way he looked at you so lovingly made you want to cry, and you cupped his face with his hands as you stifled a moan. He was hitting that one spot again, enough to drive you crazy. 

“I love ya,” He whispered to you. “I missed this.”

You moaned, his words going straight to your core. “I love you too.”

His head dropped down to your forehead, and his hips quicked their pace but half a second. His nose bumped against yours every time he thrusted.

“Harder, please.” You nearly started to beg. 

You weren’t sure how you lasted that long, but too soon you felt your orgasm hitting you like a brick, and then Daryl followed suit. He managed to pull out quick enough, and you didn’t realize it was all over your stomach until he collapsed next to you. 

The two of you were breathing deeply, and you glanced over at him. “You better get me a damn towel.”

“Just give me a damn minute, woman.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand. “You should take a few of them, actually. Because you aren’t leaving this bed until I’m through with you.”

[heluvschibi]

Day 3

Cussing, half assed relationship??

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You and Changbin were currently driving your way back to Seoul after the very... Weird encounter.

The whole world knows that yours and Changbin relationship wasn't a secret, and it's been like that for 3 1/2 years.

And for those 3 1/2 years he's never really thought about marriage...

You have of course, you wanted to marry Changbin when he first said he like you back over text. But when it came to upgrading the relationship, he looks uncomfortable, nervous, and he always changed the subject to something either irrelevant or just stupid.

So when you were going to spend a week with family, of course your grandma, aunt, and mother had to speak about it, claiming I was getting to old to just be dipping my toes into the deep waters of marriage, but I should already be swimming.

You told your family to not bring it up around Changbin, and they did the exact opposite. Not only making him uncomfortable, but the whole dinner awkward. And they never caught onto the mood, and just never felt they needed to shut the fuck up!

Going back and fourth, "When I was your age I just had your aunt. " "Your brother had has more wives than you do husband." "You know you do have 5 nieces and nephews?" "I want grand babies!"

So you decided to take everything in your hands -literally- you packed up while everyone was asleep, and dragged Changbin out of your grandma's -surprisingly big house- to drive back to Seoul.

He was passed out in the passenger seat, understandable, you did just toss him into a car in the middle of the night to escape from your family.

It doesn't matter how sleepy you were, you can't just close your eyes while your driving. The fact that you were driving though didn't keep you awake, it was that your mind kept going back to the awkward laughs and looks Changbin gave eachtime your family said anything.

"Gosh they are so stupid!" You shouted to yourself, hitting the wheel making the car honk.

Changbin jolted awake mumbling sleepless nonsense, "M.. Stupid..." Before going back to sleep.

You looked over at him, and sighed pating his head, "Yeah, so stupid..."

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You both got back to Seoul, Changbin immediately walked to the bedroom and fell asleep, while you stayed up all night, thinking back to the conversation, then it hit you. "Why doesn't he wanna get married." You soon started to feel bad for being mad at your family for just worrying about me and my relationship. You have been dating for 3 1/2 years...

So when the sun rises, and Changbin did so you asked him over breakfast.

"Hey. uh Bin?"

He looked up from his bowl and smiled at you letting you know he's listening.

"I know that your kinda uncomfortable with the topic of... Marriage... But.... Why?"

He chocked on his food making your eyebrows jump up, you slowly stood up, "Ar-are you okay?"

He chugged some water and nodded, "Uh... Sorry, I'm fine."

You calmed down and sat back down, now waiting for an answer, "Soo?"

He laughed awkwardly before rubbing the back of his neck, "Well, I just didn't think marriage, o-or kids were kinda... Needed? Yeah needed."

You tilted your head, confused, what did he mean by... Needed?

"W-well uh don't get me wrong most couples after a long time together you know... Seal it, tie the knot-"

"You... Don't wanna marry me?" You voice broke, a small tear rolled down your cheek.

He immediately stood up and walked over to you, "W-what no, no, no! I-I just think that, the first marriage should be-"

"With the one you love..." You mumbled.

He freaked out letting out a breath before hugging you, "N-no it's not that!"

"Then what is it Changbin?!"

He pulled away, not looking at your face, "I just think think that my first time marrying someone should be... Well... Uh... Y-you know what they say-"

"I don't care about what they say! Tell me what you wanna say!"

"Fine, fuck, I don't wanna marry you!"

You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed, mouth gaped open slightly, tears rolling down your face.

You looked down and bit your lip, he was pacing around head in his hands mumbling something. Those words hurt so much, you really did love him, not because you liked Changbin from Straykids, but you liked Changbin from the Seo family... You really did want to marry him, you wanted your life to go up hill with him, but now you finally understand each time you would watch a movie where the characters marry each other, how he looks away, how each time an ad for engagement rings would come up he would just turn off the TV.

"Baby... I-i'm-"

You stood up, the sound of the chair screeching against the hard wood floors made him stop, "No... There's no need to explain yourself... Even though... I-I... I wasted 3 1/2 years...just... Trying to get this relationship off the ground... 3 years... Of trying to settle down with you. Just to end up heart broken..."

You wiped your tears, "I don't know why I even bother."

"I wasted my time with you. . ."

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Day 3 completed

I kindaaaaa rushed this... I got distracted by watching Spider Man all day :]

All angst week stories will be updated by the end of angst week.

[justmeinadaze]

We're a Family Part 22 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Get ready to feel old <3. I wrote Good Neighbors a little over a year ago and I've loved how they've evolved. I'm not done with this little family yet. I still have one more chapter with Dylan and then some ideas with an older Ro but, ugh, lol I feel how the reader feels when it comes to her first born.

Warnings: Dads Steddie/ Mama Fem Reader, SMUT, edging (they are still trying new things), handcuffs, etc, FLUFF, they love each other <3 and their kiddos, ANGST, someone from the past comes back to talk to the adult Munson-Harringtons and Dylan, Steve and Eddie struggle being protective over their eldest (Eddie just hides it better), lots of talk about Dylan growing up and leaving the nest and how these three feel about it.

Word Count: 5256

An 18-year-old Dylan bounces anxiously on his toes as you sort through the mail too slow for his liking. 

“MOM! Come on! Did anything come for me or not?”

Two years had passed since you reconnected with your mother and things had been going very well. She was always extremely busy with work but when she came over Aurora insisted on showing her all the movies she missed out on. 

“Grandma! Watch how cool this is!”, the seven-year-old squeals with delight as they focus on the film in front of them. The light saber flies past Kylo-Ren into Rey’s hand and Ro breathes a sigh of excitement.

“Ok, now explain to me again how ‘the force’ works.”, yoru mom asks as she leans forward over her crossed legs on the couch. 

You grin from your spot in the kitchen as you bump Eddie’s hip with yours. 

“Definitely your daughter, nerd.”

“Takes one to know one, princess.”

James was now a toddler causing all kinds of chaos around the Munson-Harrington home. His sticky fingers got into everything even some of the cabinets that you had believed were too high for him to reach. 

“James Wayne Munson Harrington.”, you scold with your hands on your hips as you watch him lean back and laugh with a wide smile that only rivaled that of his dad. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Plopping his butt down on the counter, he dangles his legs over the side as he reaches his tiny hand into the snack box and produces a chocolate chip cookie. 

“Mama cookie…Yames.”, he coos as he points to himself while struggling to say his name correctly. 

“Mhmm. Didn’t you just eat lunch?”

“For…for mama an Rara.”

“Don’t you bribe me and your sister with sweets, you little butthead.”

“Why are you being mean to our son?”, Steve asks as he rounds the corner into the kitchen.

“Because our son parkoured up the counter for a snack.”

The three-year-old giggles as he offers his dad a cookie that he accepts before lifting him into his arms and putting the box back in the cabinet. 

“What did we say, bud?”

“Ask.”

“That’s right. You have to ask first. Now give mommy a kiss as an apology and get out of here, you butthead.”

Dylan was halfway through his senior year of high school and applied to a lot of colleges but was anxious to be accepted to a certain one because that’s where Daisy was going. The two of them had continued to date and see each other which you didn’t mind. What killed you however was that because of her family she was looking at a school that was a few states away. You had never been that far from your son and it scared you.

“I don’t know. I see bills and ads. Let me take my time to really read these though.” Dylan huffs making you smile as you give him a hug. He was so much taller than you now, your head resting against his chest as you wrapped your arms around him. “Everything’s going to be ok, weirdo. You’ll hear something soon. There’s still some time.” 

***

Steve ran his hands over his eyes exhaustedly while grading papers during his lunch. With winter break coming up, he wanted to get everything out of the way so he could take these next couple of weeks to spend some time with the kids especially Dylan. When he had mentioned going to school out of state, of course, he was proud and encouraged him to apply but he’d be lying if he didn’t say the idea of his son being so far away broke his heart.

“Stevie?”

The sound of Eddie’s voice calmed him as he smiled towards the door his husband was leaning against. 

“Hey you. What are you doing here?”

“You, uh, just started your lunch hour right?”

Steve knew that tone, something was going on that the metalhead was afraid would upset him. 

“Yeah? Everything ok?” As he turned his head towards the hall, your ex-husband stepped into view. “No. Nope. Not happening.”

“Give us a second.”, Eddie gestured towards Charlie before entering the classroom and closing the door. “Steven, calm down.”

“Calm down? Why the fuck is he here?! Whatever he wants the answer is no.”

“Baby, sit. Please? At least hear me out first.” Steve huffed as he folded his arms and pouted while Eddie sat on his desk in front of him. “I get it. Trust me I do but I felt like…for what he’s asking we should talk about it at most. He wanted to speak to us both first out of respect because we are Dylan’s dads.”

“Damn right.”

“He’s not asking to spend time with him again or anything like that. Charlie doesn’t think Dylan would even want that but… he’s asking to see him graduate.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Edward Munson?!”, Steve practically shouts as he rises to his feet.

“Shhhh.”, the metalhead tries to calm him doing the same.

“No! He hasn’t earned that fucking right. He hasn’t been here AT ALL in over 5 years. Why is that?! Oh, that’s right, he signed him over. Charlie had plenty of chances to be there for him and he failed! WE raised him and he thinks he can just waltz back in and be a part of something like that?!”

“Steve! Breathe.”, Eddie tries to sooth as he cups his face in his hands. “Breathe. I get where you are coming from. I said all of the same things to him when he came to the shop. But… I get it from Dylan’s side to. Remember when I finally graduated? I was so excited that Wayne was there but there was still a part of me… that wished my mom and dad could see me finally do it to. A lot of that was to spite them and show them I could do it.”, he chuckled making Steve smile. “But a lot of it was also the little kid in me wanting them there.”

The man in his arms heavily exhaled before tilting forward to kiss his lips and gesturing for Eddie to bring him in.

“I warned you before, Charlie, about hurting my son. If we talk to him and he wants you there and you don’t show up…I swear to God—”

“No, no. I understand. I’ll move heaven and earth to be there I swear.”

“Yeah to bad you couldn’t do that for him or Brody before.”

“Steve.”, Eddie warned.

“No, he’s right. I always said I’d never be like my stepdad yet… I’m, um, glad he’s had you two. I’m working with Vivian to be there for Brody. I’m trying…”

“You understand if he or Y/N says no, then the answer is no?”

“Yeah, I understand. Thank you for hearing me out though. I know I don’t deserve it.”

***

Your eyes constantly raked across them during dinner while they ate. Both men seemed completely distracted but especially Steve. 

“I’m done. I’m going to go play games upstairs.”, Dylan announces as he stands from the table. 

“Ah, kid, do you mind staying for a bit?”, Eddie asked throwing the two of you off guard. “Are you done to?”, he asks Ro as she beams up at him with her messy face. 

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good. Can you take this troublemaker and go watch tv please?”, he laughs as Steve blind sides her with a napkin to wipe her mouth and the other boy pulls James out of his chair, placing him on the floor. 

Aurora grabs her brother’s hand, giggling as they run to the tv in the living room. They wait until the sound of a show blares from that area before Eddie leans forward on his elbows and Steve leans back folding his arms. 

“I don’t know how to ease into this so I’m just going to say it. Charlie came to visit me and Steve today.”

Your eyes widen as your head ticks to the side while Dylan sighs mirroring Steve’s posture. 

“Whatever it is the answer is no.”

“Y/N…please. He said all he wanted was to see Dylan graduate from high school.”

“After everything he’s done?!”

“Yeah, I already went down that road, baby, but Eddie seems to think it’s worth the conversation.”, Steve exhaled heavily. 

“Do you?”, his son asked. “What did you say when he asked?”

“I told him that it was up to you and Y/N. If you two said you were fine with it—”

“But you don’t want him there?”

Steve glances towards Eddie who gives him a look of subtle warning.

“No, I don’t.”, he answers honestly causing the metalhead to huff in frustration. “I don’t feel like he’s earned that luxury after everything he’s done and put you through. But…I also feel like it’s your choice. If you want him there then he should be there. You know no matter what, kid, you’re still my son. It won’t hurt my feelings if you want him there.”

“Our feelings.”, Eddie added. “I get what Steve is saying but I’ve been on the other side. My dad was in prison when I graduated. I was ecstatic Wayne was there but…”

Dylan’s soft eyes shift towards you as he reaches for your hand. 

“Mom?”

“I just…I don’t want him to hurt you. I don’t you to get your hopes up and then he doesn’t show.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Stevie already threatened him if he didn’t show.”, Eddie grinned making your son laugh. 

“I’d, um, I’d like to talk with him before I make a decision if that’s alright.”

***

“Baby?”, Eddie cooed as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist while you leaned in the doorway of James’s room. Steve had fallen asleep in the toddler’s little racecar bed, his frame much too big for the mattress underneath as his legs hung off the side. His arm was holding the small boy to his side as he rested his sleeping head on his father’s chest. 

“Eddie, why do you think everything with Charlie affects him so much more?”

“Hm, sweetheart, it affects us both about the same but Steve here just sucks at hiding it. I love Dylan with my heart and would do anything for him. I’d be lying if I said the idea of him going to graduation doesn’t make me angry but if that’s what our son wants then I want him to be happy.” You nod at his statement, giving the man pause. “How does it make you feel? Be honest.”

“I don’t want him to go. I don’t…trust that he’ll actually show up. I feel like Steve right now where I just want to tell Dylan that we’re his parents and the answer is no so we can protect him.”

“The problem with that, my love, is you don’t know for 100% if that will be the outcome. I mean look at what happened with your mom.”

“Eddie, he’s my baby.”

“I know, babe. I know.”, he soothes as he turns you around and wraps you in his arms. 

***

“When he gets here, do you want us to leave you two alone?”, the metalhead asked as the three of them waited at a table in the nearby Hawkins Diner.

“Not like alone, alone though. We’d be a couple of tables away.”, Steve assured confidently, trying to push down all of the emotions he was feeling. 

“Can you stay, please? I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’m a little terrified.”

“Terrified how, bud? You don’t have to do this if you’re uncom—”

“Steve! Calm down, sweetheart.”, Eddie chuckles as he rubs his back comfortingly. 

Dylan reached for his father’s hand and flashed him a big smile. 

“Everything’s going to be ok, dad. No matter what you both are always going to be my real fathers.”

As they beamed over at him, a figure caught Eddie’s eye as it quickly turned to leave. 

“Hey, I’m, uh, I’m going to go smoke before he gets here. I’ll be right back.”

Throwing on his jacket, the long-haired boy hastily power walked towards the front door, opening it just in time to see Charlie heading back to his truck. 

“HEY! No. No, no, no, no.”, he shouted as he ran to block his path. “No. You are NOT doing this to him. You’re here now just get the fuck in there and talk to him.”

“I-I-I can’t. I saw him and… he looks so different now. That’s not my little boy anymore. I can’t do this. I can’t—”

Eddie abruptly shoved the man against his vehicle, cutting him off. 

“You’re right. He’s not a little boy anymore. Unfortunately, you missed that because you were too fucking selfish. Now you have a chance to be a part of his adult life if that’s what he wants but, Charlie, if you walk away now that is never going to happen. Don’t be a fucking coward. He’s a good kid.”

“Because of you two. He fucking hates me.”

“Believe it or not, he doesn’t. Dylan thinks YOU hate HIM.”

“What? No. I love him and Brody so much.”

“Then where the fuck have you been?!”, he sighs releasing him from his hold. “He’s graduating with honors and a baseball scholarship to any school he chooses. He wants to go to a school up north with his girlfriend to major in music and education so he can become a music teacher. Dylan has worked so hard to get here. Don’t ruin it with your bullshit.”

Eddie shakes his head as he saunters back inside and plops down next to Steve. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”, he grins but his husband can see right through it. 

Placing his arm around the back of his chair, he leans close to his ear. 

“You’ll tell me later?”

A throat clears startling everyone as they turn to see Charlie standing beside the table. 

“Hi. Hey.”, his voice trembles as he shakes Eddie and Steve’s hands before turning to give Dylan his attention. “Hey, um, wow. Jesus. You look so much like your mom.”

“Oh. Uh, thank you. She thinks I look like you. To be fair she thinks none of her kids look like her.”

“Yeah? How many siblings do you have now?”

“Not including Brody, two. A sister and another brother.”

Your ex nods taking a seat as Dylan folds his arms over his chest. The guys were trying their best to stay as out of the way as they could while still being present for their son.

“So, uh--”

“Why do you want to come to my graduation?”, the boy asked bluntly. “My entire life you never went to anything that I was involved in and then signed me away. Why do you care?”

“I didn’t…sign you away… I just…I was never good at being a dad.”

“Why didn’t you try? Was it because of me?”

“No. God, no. Dylan, to me you were…are… absolutely perfect. I love you with all my heart. That’s why I signed those papers. After talking with your mom, I realized these two would be a better father for you than I ever could.”

Your son nods, sighing under his breath as he collects his thoughts. 

“Mom will be there and Vivian to. Is that going to be a problem?”

“Oh, uh, no. I didn’t realize they were talking to each other.”

“They aren’t. Dylan wanted to get to know Brody and Vivian missed him so Y/N lets him go to her house on the weekends.”, Steve explained. 

“Wow. It seems a lot has changed.”

“It’s been 5 years, Charlie. What did you expect?”

Your ex flinched at the sound of Dylan using his name but unlike the incident with Steve, it didn’t bother your son. He had long since moved past feeling like Charlie was his dad and could honestly never see himself calling him that again. 

“I don’t want you to go to my graduation but, maybe, we could get together and get to know each other again. Work our way up to having a relationship… I mean if mom and my dads are okay with it.”

“Yeah, Dil. I’d like that.”

Hearing Charlie call him that again stuck a raw nerve he kept tucked away for the last five years causing him to abruptly rise from his seat. 

“Ok, I’m ready to go now.”, he announces without waiting for an answer and flying out the front door. 

“Thank you guys for this. Tell Y/N I said thank you to.”

“Oh, she didn’t approve of this either. I’m the only one that seems to be slightly on your side but that’s because I know what it’s like to have your father abandon you.”, Eddie exhales as he and Steve get up as well.

“I didn’t…I didn’t abandon him.”

“Yeah, sure. Neither did my dad. He just boosted cars and ended up in jail for the rest of his life. It’s not his fault.”, he responded sarcastically. “Step one on rebuilding your relationship with him Charlie… Own your mistakes.”

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“No Grandpa! You have to wear the crown because you’re a princess.”, Aurora giggled as she places the colorfully crown she created out of paper onto Wayne’s head. 

“I’m a princess? Not a King?”

“No.”, she laughs harder, cover her mouth with her little hand. 

Beaming over at them from your place on the floor, you and James continue to color in his little coloring book Eddie’s uncle had brought over. 

“Granpa, purty.”

“Thank you, James. I do feel beautiful.”

The alarm beeps as the front door opens and you do everything in your power not to get up to run to them anxiously. 

“Oh wow, Wayne. I must say, you make a gorgeous queen.”, Eddie teases.

“For your information, son, I’m a princess.”

The metalhead chuckles as they come to sit by you in the living room and your son immediately crawls to Steve to show him his pictures. 

“Dada, look.”

The sound of Dylan’s feet subtly bang up the stairs as he heads for his room and closes the door. 

“He’s ok, baby. Just needs some time alone.”, your husband assures. 

“What happened? Did he show up?” They gave you a recount of everything that happened including Eddie telling you both about him almost leaving. “I can’t say I’m not happy he won’t be going but who knows. Maybe in these six months Dylan may change his mind.”

The next couple of days went by with little to no fan fair as Christmas break finally came. That Friday after coming home from work, you checked the mail like you normally do except a college insignia catches your eye. Running full speed into the house, you drop everything as you scream your son’s name.

“Jesus Christ, woman. What is happening?!”, Eddie exclaims as he slides in from the kitchen.

As Dylan sprints down the stairs with Steve in tow, you present him with the envelope he had been waiting weeks for. Hastily, he yanks it from your grasp and tears it open as you dance on the balls of your feet. 

“Oh my god.”

“What? Is it good news? Bad news?”

With wide tear-filled eyes, a small grin spreads along his face. 

“I got in.”

All the adults in the room shout in excitement as you tackle hug your arms around him. 

“Baby, oh my god. I’m so proud of you!”

“Good job, Dylan.”, Eddie beams. “You’ll be the first Munson to go to college.”

“I’m proud of you to, little man.”, Steve smiles softly as he gives the boy a hug. 

“I’m going to go call Daisy. I love you guys!”, he declares as he speeds back up to his room. 

The metalhead holds up his index finger in your direction as both men tilt their head and wait for his door to close before the other boy nods. As soon as you get the go ahead, you fall into their arms and begin to cry. 

“I know, baby. He grew up too fast. We’re going to miss him to.”

***

“Ok, I finally got Aurora and James to sleep. Eddie is in the kitchen eating Santa’s cook—“, Steve froze when he finally entered the bedroom and noticed the image before him. 

You were sitting on the edge of the bed in a velvet red lingerie dress that cut off just so on your thigh barely hiding your panty less crotch with the white fluff that wrapped around the bottom. Your hair was curled and flowed down your shoulders as the Santa hat you wore sat perfectly on your head. 

“I thought you two could open this present early.”, you grin in a seductive voice as you cross your legs and lean back on your hands. 

“Eddie…”, Steve tried to call with a needy crack in his tone. “E-Ed-Eddie… EDWARD!”

“What!?”, the metalhead whisper shouts making you giggle. “Dude, lower your voice. You’re gonna wake—” While he was talking, the man pulled his collar to hurry him up and your grin grew as the other boy’s mouth fell open as well. 

“Get in here, you dorks.”, you tease as you get up, pull them both into the bedroom, and shut the door. “I was thinking we could try something Eddie has mentioned a few times.”

“Oh my god, I’m so in love with you.”, Steve sighs happily as he lifts you into his arms and spins you around before placing a kiss on your lips. “Do we get to handcuff him? Please tell me we do!”

“If you both want.”

Eddie giddily climbs into the bed, kissing your lips before a thought crosses his mind. 

“Wait, we haven’t handcuffed Steve to the bed yet and I feel like this whole edging thing would be way more fun to do to him… Mr. I’m-the-big-protector-guy.”

The pretty boy rolls his eyes as he falls on to his back, lifting off his shirt, and throwing it in his husband’s face playfully. 

Pushing some of your hair behind your ear, you restrain him to the headboard as the metalhead pulls off the boy’s sweats and boxers. 

“Should we have like a safe word or something? You both get sensitive quickly and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”, you ask in a soft, loving voice that makes him smile. 

“I’ve heard ‘Red’ is a good word.”, Eddie offers, grinning when you both nod in affirmation. 

“Say ‘Red’ if I’m uncomfortable. Got it.”, Steve repeats, smirking when you put your Santa hat on his head. “You know, you’re pretty sensitive to, fyi.” 

“I guess next time, we’ll have to test that theory.”, you tease as you run your palm through the hair on his chest and over to his side. “Ok, my love, do you want to start since you’re the sexual deviant that’s been looking up this stuff?”

The long-haired boy smiles mischievously as he leans over the other boy’s stomach to kiss your lips. 

“You…like…it.”, Eddie coos between each peck. 

As you continue to rub his chest, Steve’s breathing stutters as the man he loves take his cock in his warm hands and begins slowly stroking him. 

“How does that feel, baby?”

“G-good. Really good. I like when y-you both touch me.”

Your palm slides up his neck to his cheek and he tenderly kisses your thumb as it grazes his lips. Shifting your body, you curl up on his side as you listen to the sound of Eddie spit over his tip and smear it along his length making Steve’s mouth open in a silent O.

“Fuck, Eddie, baby.”

Trailing kisses along his side, your hands and nails continue to roam his upper torso as his back arches at the sensations. As your husband’s ringed hand pumps him faster, Steve bites his bottom lip to suppress the loud moan that wants to escape. 

“You look so handsome like this.”, you whisper as you tenderly move some of his hair away from his face. “Keep talking to us, Stevie. Please.”

“C-Can’t.”

“Why?”

“Too…too good.”

Beaming towards the other man, he winks at you as he drops another glob of spit over Steve’s tip as the boy ruts up into his hand. You both know his tells for when he’s about to let go; you’ve all studied each other very well over these past almost 12 years. Just as Steve was nearing his release…Eddie let him go and leaned back on his knees. 

“N-No. No, no, no!”

“How are we feeling now, Harrington?”

The man huffed as he tugged on his restraints before groaning with need as Eddie wrapped his lips around his cock taking him all the way down to the back of his throat. After kissing his lips, you trailed your own down his chest to his stomach and stopping just above the base of shaft. 

The metalhead came off him with a syrupy smack, stroking the man with his hand as he leaned towards you to passionately kiss your lips. The two of you played with Steve for a good long while, taking turns bringing him to the edge just before pulling back. His cock was dripping with both your saliva, angry and red from all the teasing. 

As you glanced his way, his eyes were squeezed shut as he muttered things under his breath. 

“Steve, honey? Are you ok?”

His eyes opened abruptly, meeting yours with a fire you hadn’t seen from him in a very long time.

“Eddie, let him go.”, you breathily moaned as his intense gaze never left yours. 

The moment the cuffs came off, Steve’s sweaty frame practically tackled your own as he lifted you into his arms and spun you around making you giggle at his earnestness as your head hit the pillows. His lips devoured yours as if it had been ages since he tasted your kisses. Hissing at your touch, you reached between you both and guided him into your entrance. Before he could make any kind of movement, Eddie took hold of his hips and slide into the man above you. 

Steve was anything but gentle as he slammed his lower half into you both desperately chasing his release. 

“Oh…oh my God, baby. Just like that.”, you whimpered as his head feel beside you, latching his lips to your neck. 

Glancing up to your other husband, his hair blocked his face as he grunted and clung to Steve’s waist as he met each thrust with a hard, rough one of his own. 

The bed underneath you began to shake and the metalhead quickly reached up to hold it still with his palm.

“Fuck, Steve. You feel so fucking good. I love you, baby. M-Make me cum.”

Clinging to his hair and back, he pounded into you till the coil snapped and your pussy clenched tightly around him. The sound he made in your ear drove you crazy as his body trembled on top of yours and you felt his seed release inside of you. As he aggressively thrust it deep into your cunt, Eddie fell against his back, and held his chest as he came inside of the man below him.  

“Jesus fucking Christ, that was amazing.”, the metalhead panted. “Steve, sweetheart, are you ok?”

“I think he fell asleep.”, you giggled as you petted the boy’s head. “Stevie, baby?”

“Hm?”, he grumbled as he snuggled closer to you.

“Are you alright?”

“Hmm…mmhmm…”, he nodded. 

“As much as I would love for you to fall asleep inside of me, it’s Christmas eve. You know at 7am those kids are going to burst through our door.”

Groaning, he nods as he rolls off you with Eddie immediately ready with a pair of boxers and rag to wipe him off. After making sure Steve was set, your husband grinned as he lifted you into his arms, disrobed you, and placed you in the shower as he delicately cleaned you. 

“I love you to, baby.”, you smile up at him as he kisses your forehead. 

“I love you even more. You looked really gorgeous in that outfit and I’m sure Steven will agree when he’s more coherent.”, he chuckles. 

Wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, he does the same as he rests his chin on your head. 

“You know these next few months I’m going to need you two to help me hold it together.”

“I know, sweetheart. I can’t even picture Dylan not being in this house anymore. God, and we’re both going to have to be on Steve duty because you know he’s going to be a mess to.”

################

While Eddie and Steve sip their coffee, you pat James’s back as he curled up around you after opening all his presents and went back to sleep. 

While Aurora was distracted with her morning cartoons, Dylan had gone upstairs to change and came back down just as your doorbell rang. Passing the baby to one of his fathers, you threw on your jacket and opened the front door to a fiddling Charlie. 

“Oh, um, hey Y/N. Merry…Merry Christmas.”

“Yeah, so you’re taking him to Vivian’s?”

“Um, yes, ma’am. She’s letting me spend the day with Brody so I asked Dylan if he wanted to join and he said yes.”

Turning to your son, you fixed his ski cap before kissing his cheek. 

“No detours to Daisy’s ok? I want you home straight after for dinner.”

Smiling at you, he jogs towards your ex’s truck and quickly climbs into the heat. 

“Thank you for this. I really appreciate it…after everything.”

“Don’t thank me, Charles. Thank those men in there. I still think this is a bad idea because of everything but we all just want our son to be happy. But I swear to God…I’m not the same woman I was 18 years ago. If you hurt him—”

“I know…your, uh, boyfriends threatened me already.”

“Husbands. Oh, they’ll be the first wave but I’ll be the finishing move. I’m not weak anymore.”

“You never were.” His response startles you as you hug your arms tighter around your body and he softly smiles. “I’ll have him back in a few hours.”

As you reentered the house, their eyes watched you as you sit beside them on the couch still hugging yourself. Ringed fingers threaded through your hair before turning you to face them. 

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah. It’s just weird seeing Charlie be this way.”

“I can understand that. It’s like if my dad came through that door with a smile and a Santa level of presents.”, Steve sighed. 

“Are you both ok? I told him to be home for dinner that way after we eat maybe you three can play that new game we got him.”

“It’s whatever he wants, baby. I try to remember what it was like when I was his age and I never wanted to be home.”, the pretty boy laughs. “So, the fact that he likes hanging out with us at all makes me happy.”

Eddie nods in agreement as James wiggles in his embrace. 

“Daddy. Yames…hungee…”, the boy babbles as he taps his mouth with his palm. 

“I guess it is that time to start fattening him up so we can have him plump enough to eat for dinner later.”

“No, daddy! Don’t be mean to James.”, Aurora scolds as her brother giggles. 

“Come on, you. Let’s see if Santa left us anymore cookies in our pantry.”

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Redemption Au! Eli Shane! (and I’m officially back 😭🙏)

. . .

Okay…so i usually disappear after a while after posting sometimes depending, but i kinda lost motivation with anything and been focused on other things in life and i guess i kinda lost interest in posting for a while…But im back! And determined to finish this Au storyline! If I can call it that- but! I’m planning on finishing Eli and some other info about the Au before I officially make a fanfic about it! Maybe…I’m not sure! But I will dive deeper into that as I’m thinking of maybe doing a comic instead! I thought I had made up my mind but apparently not😭 but after this I’m going to actually post fan art and other things!

Oh and I will think about doing FNAF or other fan arts for others so only time will tell I guess-

Anyways here’s Eli!

Eli is slightly different to his counterpart but there isn’t much! (Other than being a bit more stronger and better trained-)

He still is a bubbly, dorky Guy who loves puns..though sometimes twist takes that title and is more dorky than him- but Eli is still the same, but he’s doing a lot better in this Au! He’s a bit more of a thinker during his plans and because of Au Blakk’s training, he is even harder to defeat (depending on the enemy) he is very good in combat training due to Blakk and with a bit of the incredible’s master training, he’s well more experienced compared to his Cannon Counter part!

Still clumsy though sometimes, like his dad😭

LORE

Eli grew up in what he considered a happy life!

Well sort of..he had faded memories of slightly meeting blakk but they blurred since he was nearly about to become a toddler during that time. His relationship with his mom was…complicated, at times she was sweet and caring but as he grew up, he could feel her neglect towards him, and could often see her on the couch passed out from her drinking…So at age 5, he remembered his father divorcing his mom. He doesn’t remember much from that day, but he could remember his mother just not caring and leaving through the door..

He sometimes misses her..

And sometimes he doesn’t.

Growing up, he was raised pretty constantly by his father, even if there were some days he didn’t see Will, will always made sure to make up for that time, never wanting to be away for too long in his child’s life..he’d even put off weeks of being a Shane to spend time with Eli, so for most of Eli’s childhood, will Shane was never really absent or gone for too long!

And even if he was Eli always was patient.

Eli doesn’t remember much about his other family, the only other family he’s ever been around or interacted with is his uncle and aunts from his mom side, and his grandma, but never from his father’s side..expect uncle jimmo once or twice.

. . .

Already Will began to break 2 rules of the Shane code, and was beginning, in his family’s mind..Bringing shame into the family, which is also why Will cut communication with them a long time ago.

To Will’s family and the Shane code book, He broke one of the very first rules ever made, ‘never disrespect your legacy.’

A rule placed for the Shane’s of upcoming years to never not do your work, whatever you had to do was important and no distractions were allowed.

So will shane cutting off his days to spend time with his family, friends, putting the Shane work aside, broke the rule and made his uncle, mother and father and other relatives despise him more.

The second rule he broke was put at the last, and was always reminded of each Shane who would soon step up and take the Bandoleer and blaster for themselves.

‘Be loyal to your training’

By putting this rule, the Shane family for ages have always trained their children, whoever would take the place of the Shane role, would have to train hard, or everyday, and their children too.

It was a custom once the child turned 6, they would begin Shane children, it was a must, so they would be more conscious and remember things better.

. . .

Will easily broke this rule, and he didn’t feel bad, yet a bit guilty about it, but if given the choice again, he would gladly

Do it again.

Once Eli turned 6, he never trained him, he made sure he had a playful childhood, and this caused anger through the Shane family, as arguments went back and forth sometimes between some relatives.

Will Shane made SURE Eli focused on school, friends, playing, everything expect the Shane stuff, he didn’t want to make Eli feel like he needed to be successful or be proven worthy, he was only a child, he shouldn't have had to carry that burden..especially the one will carried so long ago when he was a child himself.

. . .

Eli had a fun childhood in his opinion, and the time he was told more about Slugterra finally was when he was 10 years old, since his time was nearing, but Will wanted to take a slow approach, he didn’t want to pressure Eli or make him think that ‘oh! I have to be a Shane!..I have to work had to prove myself to my dad and focus on only this..”

Will made sure to give Eli other ideas, so he didn’t think he had to be a Shane.

. . .

Eli felt comfortable enough with deciding to become a Shane, not due to over pressure, wanting to prove to his father, but because he wanted to help people.

He made the choice himself rather than being forced or the role being pushed upon him..

. . .

HOW HE IS LIKE-

Eli is bubbly and all about just like his cannon self, Loves puns, but he is more serious in a way due to blakk, not in a bad or cold way, just so he takes things with more consideration, is more quick and clever, and is a fair and well fighter.

He thinks and usually half his plans work really well due to blakk’s thinking passing onto him sometimes during training.

(He’s still his dad son though..😅)

Will slip up and be a bit clumsy at times, but he’s a pretty advanced slugslinger and fighter. Is more advanced in a way compared to his counter part. Still a dorky guy, Trixie makes sure he doesn’t do anything stupid still, while kord and Eli prank each other and go into full warzone …

He has a good heart, and it’s more motivated to grow with blakk’s training, and with his childhood, especially with the way Will raised him. Will always made sure to teach him a lot about compassion, how to give instead of take and to Procter everything in Slugterra, the slugs, the people, everyone, safe others from bad ones, still show remorse and kindness.

He cares deeply about blakk (sees him as an uncle/father figure sometimes)

He’s genuinely more brightful! Though after his dad is saved he feels a lot better, though some final battle happens kinda scars him a little but he is doing fine!

(He also got the mouth scar from some training from blakk, proud of his scar like twist, just a bit disappointed he didn’t get it from an actual slug slinging duel.💀)

Ahsuhsiahejwj SOO THATS ELI’S LORE FOR NOW- Sorry for the long disappearances, I’ll try better this month and April hopefully 🙏 alright see yall next time, peace!

[albonoooo]

thank you for the tag grandma @wanderingblindly <3

15 questions

1. are you named after anyone? no, i have a very common, basic name

2. when was the last time you cried? two days ago, i think

3. do you have kids? no and i don't plan on ever acquiring any

4. what sports do you play/have you played? i did swimming and horse riding for roughly ten years each

5. do you use sarcasm? no, never.

6. what is the first thing you notice about people? i don't think i've ever asked myself this before so i'm actually not sure. probably their facial expression and what mood they seem to be in or what energy/vibe they give off.

7. what's your eye colour? blue-grey with a hint of green. think of a puddle of rain, that's about it.

8. scary movies or happy endings? happy endings all the way. i don't enjoy scary movies and i need everything to end well.

9. any talents? no, nothing comes to mind. i'm a very average person without any remarkable, special predispositions for anything.

10. where were you born? [redacted city] in north rhine-westphalia, germany

11. what are your hobbies? i, too, enjoy being insane on the internet. any media consumption, especially reading. i love doing research on random stuff and going on walks when i have time for it and my brain lets me. i've been trying to do crosswords somewhat regularly.

12. do you have any pets? as of yesterday, my family took in an adorable cat named nala who's owner unfortunately passed away recently. she's very shy and kinda scared atm, but i hope she'll get used to us and her new home soon. the little fluff looks like toothless from how to train your dragon, she's so fucking cute.

13. how tall are you? 164cm/5'4 (i think???)

14. favourite subject in school? german and english. these subjects came the most naturally to me and were very easy to get good grades in with little effort. biology in 11th and 12th grade not because i liked it or was good at it, but because our teacher was amazing and so good she made me enjoy it.

15. dream job? no job. i wish i didn't have to work and loads of money would just appear on my bank account every month.

i'm so sorry for any double tags or if you don't wanna do this (just ignore me lol): @blueballsracing @hrhgeorgerussell @f1-giuki @borntogayz

[sonny-whorezik]

haiii ... like a week short of a month since i left everything.... i just wanted to use as Journal and catch up before i do Fully return to social media, gettin rid of the app after this post yet again:

has . been . rough. grief has been consistent the last month from my best friend and now ex leaving me, losing that new job due to being physically sick from grief and being unemployed an additional month, my best best friend my dog, sage, passed away last friday and although i left to drive to kansas i just didn't make it in time. She has wind chimes over her grave and passed listening to the sound of the wind chime my great grandma left for me. two days after her passing marked the First Full Year since my grandpa passed away, i had a dream the night before where we drove around looking at christmas lights with people no longer in my life and he just looked so so sad. i am consistently physically alone; i facetime a couple friends but i go outside alone, sleep/wake up alone, eat alone, this has been going on since i left arizona in november Most of my time is spent completely alone.

ive tried new habits. i meditate and stretch in the morning and night. i read a page a day of a stoicism book my dad got me last year with a propeller hat. i see a therapist weekly, wake up earlier, even floss now. The complete back to back to back grief has left me no choice but to just Do Something. while i would Love to share something with someone its best i reserve it to myself, yet here i am vacantly sharing my last month to who knows who...

my friend invited me to see stop making sense last night in a farther town, showed the original film not the remastered and general admission was all standing and everyone acted as if it was a real concert dancing and singing. this was my 6th time seeing it in a theater. did not cry once yet celebrated the experience i have had and although i will never have anything quite like i did with someone quite like them, at least i had it for a good portion of my life. had to devote this must be the place to myself, foreign. to be completely transparent, i do miss them every day. i do not cry like i used to, i dont let myself get consumed by thought and feeling, ive grown more desensitized as time has passed, but i still miss them of course. i consistently see things that remind me of them even when theyre not on my mind and when sage died i wanted to reach out so terribly; reminisce of the fort we built where she slept with us and i had no one to talk to but my mom who was with her til the end. i didnt. i havent reached out. it is not my place given they were the one to leave i just will not keep reaching out and chasing someone who sounded so blatantly apathetic on our last phone call. i tell myself it was just a form of self preservation to them but yknow. like. that's it, i have no choice but to experience grief with self compassion and continue on, wherever that goes.

i may be starting TMS treatment , having magnets zap my brain 5 days a week, 6 weeks. i see a cardiologist on the 30th since my chest frequently hurts and both ekgs have concerns in the pause between beats. my pulse at resting is consistently around 120 yet my blood pressure is fine; who knows. well i guess ill know actually in 10 days. im finishing a vape, got a full pack of cigarettes ive yet to touch yet plan to quit smoking here soon in hopes it helps. maybe after my pack to eliminate temptation yet not waste my money... i bought it an hour before sage passed. i barely drink coffee and dont use energy drinks anymore i do what i can for my heart now.

atticus still sleeps with me, most nights. sometimes he wanders the living room when i cant sleep. im almost halfway through galapagos. i washed my sheets for the first time since buying them in august. im very much alone and this is all fine i tell myself. the stoicism has encouraged me to alter my perspective on things more rationally as opposed to the wired self deprecating and depression-based "take everything personally" thought processes ive had for 18 years. im on my phone significantly less and i even wrote a piece on piano i may share after this post. ive been transposing it to cello, my grandma requested.

i have no interest in perusing anyone anytime soon still, whether its still too early or what i think i do just Need to do these things alone for a while. ive never found sole stability in others, i learned this at 6 with my dad, yet while outside aid would help, it is not a requirement to live however. forgive me for how long this is and for leaving once again there are a few of you i used to talk to daily and now ive just got a few contacts in my phone.

despite chronic mental illness, mourning, loneliness, you name it, ive never taken this approach before. i will typically have a suicide attempt yet here i am doing a pancake stretch and ommm-ing every morning. i keep as busy as i can, today i went through every single thing i own to sort donations and the day before i deep cleaned. there is a box wrapped in a blanket of some of the things that remind me of them. i went through it today and brought out some things like the books theyve given me, it doesnt hurt as much anymore to remember. im donating the mugs i never gave them and the one theyd use at my house when theyd come over. all their letters havent been reread yet sit in between the photo of us in the cave. it was nice to see. i am so honored they let me, of all people, share these experiences with them. i am more thankful it happened then miserable itll never happen again; at least i had it for a while. i say this yet if a year passes and i hear from them, i would love to reconnect: hear how their life has been, what they've been doing, how their family is and if they are doing better. if this has helped. while for 6 years i believed they were really it for me, whether we ever dated or not ive always considered them the only one who Really Knew who i was, how i worked, you name it. although im "moving on" by taking care of myself more, it is upsetting to admit if i ever have a chance again, id take it in a heartbeat. i say this yet still believe Even if i do never get a chance, that's okay too. While i would, i dont anticipate it, rely on it, sit in denial "theyll surely come back," its alright if they never do. i live each day as if they never will yet to my core do know that i would try again

a knee ways .. i hope you, whoever reads, is doing okay, that you feel alright and what not. you dont have to feel good every day, but at the least alright i hope ... not sure if/when ill come back maybe just once a month im unsure yet .was just in a solid enough state to do this for a moment . wish you all well ,

[kindheart525]

He wasn’t one to share his troubles with anypony, but Igneous Rock was having a very difficult year. His strength had passed its prime ages ago, but only recently did it become difficult to do even the most basic of chores. His wife and daughters had the feeling something was wrong, but so far Igneous was hiding it well enough that they didn’t think it’d be so soon.

Of course, Igneous would be a hypocrite if he tried to grind through despite his aching bones, considering how he never let his family work through their injuries. That wasn’t the case at all, he just didn’t want to worry them more than he had to.

But despite everything, there was one thing that didn’t change, and that was the Hearth’s Warming family reunion.

Igneous had managed to limp down to the crystal caves where everypony was carving their rock dolls, but that just about drained his strength for the day. He’d definitely need a wagon ride back up when they were done. In the meantime, he laid on the ground with his rock before him, shakily gripping a pickaxe between his teeth.

He wasn’t sure if he could manage this.

After what felt like an eternity, he mustered up the strength to swing the axe firmly into the stone, but that much effort only broke off a small chip. There was no way he could break through the whole thing.

Never mind it, Igneous wasn’t that concerned about a Hearth’s Warming doll. So he set down his hat and watched the rest of his family dutifully chip away at theirs.

“Howdy Grandpa!”

Mountain Peak, his youngest grandson, called out in his familiar prepubescent twang as he flittered over to where he lay. A proud smile was plastered across his face, with an object guarded tightly behind his forelegs. Igneous couldn’t make it out until he finally held it up to him.

“Look! I already finished mine!”

“Already? Good heavens.”

Igneous humored him, but he was seriously impressed at the colt’s work. It was of typical quality for a foal his age, but he had never seen anypony finish their doll this quickly.

The older stallion didn’t have to ask how he did it for Mountain to answer him anyway.

“I brought a pencil down here with me and drew my shape on the rock, then I carved around it just like one of Grandma’s sewing patterns! Made it a whole lot easier!”

Some ponies might have called this cheating, but Igneous wasn’t too concerned about that. Mountain Peak had already proven himself a hard worker. Even with what little he was able to do at his age, he did it diligently and thoroughly. It didn’t matter if he wanted to do things easier sometimes.

“Mind if I sit by you?”

Igneous shook his head no, and Mounty sat right down to watch the others with him.

“Mom’s doll is awful big, almost as tall as her! Don’t you think it’d be easier if she did a little one like the rest of us, Grandpa?”

Mounty started to commentate on the rest of the family, like the talkative little colt he was.

“She does a mighty good job on her dolls! Don’t you get me wrong! I was just thinking…”

“She has a grand personality and it shows in her labor.”

Igneous offered his own two bits.

“Yeah, you’re right! It seems everypony has a different way of doing it!”

“Mmhm.”

His grandpa mumbled in agreement, and they went back to watching the others quietly for awhile. Until Mounty noticed something.

“It looks like you haven’t finished your Hearth’s Warming doll!”

“I couldn’t do it right.”

Igneous explained as briefly as possible. Mounty was unfazed by his shortness. 

“We all have those days! Mind if I help you finish it?”

He only had to nod once before Mounty took the rock and pickaxe from him and got right to work. Igneous watched as Mounty pulled out a small pencil from under his bow tie and concentrated on sketching a shape in his likeness, just like a painter studying their subject.

The colt had an infectious joy about him and was a pleasure to be around, along with being such an eager worker. The most dedicated to the rock farm out of all his grandchildren, in fact. Igneous would be long gone by that point, but he wondered to himself what the farm would eventually look like if Limestone were to choose Mountain Peak as her heir.

In fact, Igneous’ days were already numbered. As he took part in the family’s Hearth’s Warming festivities, as he laid there and listened to his grandson, he quickly began to realize he would probably not have another moment like this. It would be nothing short of a miracle if the God Mother allowed him to see another Hearth’s Warming.

Igneous wasn’t much of a talker, but there was plenty of wisdom yet he hoped to share with his grandson before he left this world…not that Mountain seemed to know how fast he was declining, and he didn’t want to break the poor colt’s heart. But still, now was a better time than ever for once last talk with him.

“I give great thanks for thy assistance, young one. Thy work ethic is wholly admirable, and will carry thee far in thy lifetime.”

“Thanks, Grandpa!”

Mountain Peak smiled gratefully but humbly, still focused on the task before him.

“I’m always mighty glad to help out. Making Hearth’s Warming dolls is real fun to do!”

“I am glad to hear it,”

Igneous couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“But, thou shall see, I speak of thy work the whole year round. Always greatly eager to carry out the tasks of the day. For, thou knowest, everypony has an important role to fulfill on this farm. Thou, thy mother, thine aunts and cousins also. Should thou keep up thy work and care for thy kin, as do thee, the farm and family shall flourish.”

Mounty didn’t realize this would be one of his last conversations with his grandpa, but still he pondered his words. It made him feel really useful to hear from the head of the family himself that he had an important role to fill! To hear that his work ethic was admirable. He wasn’t able to do as much as his mom and aunts yet so sometimes it didn’t feel like it. 

“I’ll do my very best, Grandpa! You can count on it!”

“I have no doubt that thou shall. If Providence serves me right, thou shall be an asset to our family.”

“Ooh! By the way!”

The colt pushed something towards his grandpa, seemingly getting distracted even though he’d taken every word to heart.

“I finished your doll!”

A deep sense of pride swelled up within Igneous as he beheld his grandson’s creation. It was not unlike something he would have made in his younger years, a jagged likeness of himself carved into stone. It touched him to know that Mountain cared so much to give him this gift, that his heart was as strong as his will.

Igneous didn’t dare let his eyes mist up, but his voice was thick with emotion as he choked out,

“Good work, young one. A job very well done.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Previous: Clear Quartz Next: Bedrock

[dark9896]

AITA for going Scorched Earth against my Uncle?

So I have been going through a thing, a repeating pattern with a once-close family member. Specifically an uncle who is a year older than me. He has a history of playing nice for a short while, or doing a "favor" for me then turning into a complete dictator. And by dictator, I mean giving me an ultimatum and getting ultra pissy if I ever say 'no'.

A couple months ago, K (younger uncle, mentioned above), J(older uncle and brother of K), A (mutual friend), M (other mutual friend), C (husband), B (third mutual friend who hasn't been able to join since session 1), and I started making weekly DND sessions at my house. 2-3 hours a week after work with very few things that could stop us from meeting up.

The first few weeks were perfectly fine, then K starts bringing up things to A (who's running the sessions as DM) and me. Some of the things are reasonable like not revealing sensitive background info that the players are keeping to themselves and/or passing through notes. Others were a little less reasonable; like demanding another player be told they have to play a certain way (which A did research and follow up on, overridding K's demands). Soon K and J were being extremely quiet during sessions, causing A to pull croc teeth to get them to say what they wanted to do.

Now after some other personal family drama (completely reasonable worry) K is making demands that I put away my dog (who is kept in a crate while C and I are at work) so they can bring grandma over while we play DND (she just went through some serious medical problems and definitely need 24/7 care). I suggested both remote play (which is difficult and not nearly as fun) and going to the local park so we can all watch both grandma and the pupper.

However, both suggestions were completely shot down by K and its the last fucking straw. This is not the first time he has tried to control what I do (especially when playing DND) but it is the last. I have already made up my mind that he will no longer be allowed inside my house, he will not be welcomed to when I do any DM'ing campaigns (I will never tell someone else what to do or how to run their games outside of gentle suggestions for fair rules). And I do truly mean he is not welcomed in my house, for any reason at all. No family gatherings where he is invited will be held at my house, no game nights, nothing. To be clear, I'm not cutting him out completely, just putting my foot down about his current behavior.

TLDR; Uncle is trying to control my house for DND and I am putting my foot down, refusing to allow him inside my house.

[cursedomain]

Same vine

tw: self harm & depression

I wonder if, when you made those choices, you thought of me. It plagues my mind as of recent, and I couldn't help but ask myself. I mean honestly, maybe I do have my issues and it makes me contradict if I can even as such things.

Satoru was usually on top of the measurement. He made sure you didn't overthink a lot. As of recent, he went on a trip for a week and was being a bit different. He mentioned a new friend, and your heart dropped.

You've had past issues where you couldn't trust people and had gotten cheated on, what made this different? It disappointed him when your trust showed. But could he truly blame you? Yes, and he did.

"You should trust I wouldn't do anything. Isn't it toxic to tell me I can't be friends with her?" Your heart dropped when you heard this. You pushed it more, you felt texting back and trying to push how uncomfortable you were was important.

She flirted with him, and even asked to be his wife when he didn't set boundaries that he didn't think were needed. To this, he responded calling your relationship toxic. You laughed, out of the fact you had been disrespected and outright pushed to your limit.

It was 12 am now. You sat in your bed after he went to sleep. Still states away, what could you really do? You called your friend, Shoko, she heard you out and agreed.

"Why would he back up a girl he just met? That's so stupid. He doesn't understand how easy it will be to make a close relationship and realize he's happier with her than you but that's also because they aren't dating so it's easier to be together." Her voice was annoyed, why would Satoru do this to you?

You and Satoru have been so well, he fixed issues you didn't think you could even fix. He was a good boyfriend and always valued you and your opinion. There were no other girl best friends it was just you, and now he clicked with a new girl, learned her trauma and even told you to stand down. He didn't bother to really know you were upset. It meant nothing as he thought it was toxic.

"You can have other girl friends, but please just not this one." You said this over and over trying to hold back from the sobs. He kept fighting you. Why would he keep talking to her if he knew it bothered you. Would he even care if it was vise versa? You knew you were down for him, but your past issues made you so bothered.

You went to your car, you turned a song on that felt right. You sat there, rereading all of your texts. You were so depressed by this point. You and Satoru have fought consistently, you felt like the relationship was coming to a end. You had now cut your arm multiple times. You knew your depression couldn't handle everything going on.

Soon you texted Suguru, you knew you needed help. As of recent, your grandma had fallen ill, and your boyfriend was states away and he couldn't support you through your consistent issues. You felt alone because this was never something you had gone through.

After explaining everything to Geto, he got upset. He told you that you pissed him off when you do things like this. "You're overthink really pisses me off because it's about the dumbest shit." You were taken about by the hostility in his message. He never would have done this in the past, but as of recent he has been pushing the limits on how he would speak to you. You let it pass usually though because Satoru wanted to make sure he kept friends.

There was a drop in your heart. You couldn't do much you felt so lost. Blood slowly moved from the cuts, you turned the car on and left your home. You couldn't do anything logically now. You needed the distraction so you drove. You and Gojo came from the same vine, you felt it was meant to be, why is this happening?

You didn't trust you were enough or that at this point you would get cheated on and it would be with the new girl best friend. Satoru told you that you knew nothing about her and you shouldn't judge her. Why was he defending her, you sobbed uncontrollably, you couldn't see the road anymore. Your mind was so overwhelmed. You didn't want to even live. You let your relationship control you and now you were stuck.

"So foolish, I thought I followed the precautions and I thought I was secure enough." You said this in between sobs. You wanted to find a parking garage and really ask yourself what you were doing wrong. Your heart hurt so much, your breathing was shallow and your jaw hurt from clenching it too many times. Your friends told you that as of recently, they don't think you've even been happy.

You started feeling drowsy and knew it was best to try and drive home. You knew pulling over for a nap was risky, so you drove home and went inside to your room. The mirror reflected how disheveled you were and your eyes, swollen, showed just how unhappy you were.

You took sleeping medicine and your body reacted poorly, the anxiety was worse and you were now shaking. how could he? You had to close your eyes and ground yourself. Your brain worked against you, making you feel worse wondering how this could happen.

As your body slowly relaxed, you thought about the few times he said reassuring things like how she wasn't around when he went somewhere, but why would he even say those things, he could have removed her from his life and your mind would never feel this. You started thinking about how maybe you were toxic, but that wasn't your fault that he did this to you. It was his fault.

You should've known better. But again, how could you when he drank the poison from the same vine as you?

[heystephen]

hey ebd anon! to be honest i knew she was wacky from the first day i met her because she started yelling (at the top of her lungs) in an attempt to win a dumb argument

i was weirded out for a hot minute there until i realized she has narcissistic traits much like my dad does, and she's very similar to my grandma (dad's mom) too.

just as an example, my grandma made me swear i would never share this info with anyone until i die: she sat me down one day and told me my other grandma (mom's mom) is a whore. mind you both of these women were in their 70s at the time. but yeah apparently she was a whore because she started dating for a brief period in her 50s after becoming a widow. my best friend's boyfriend tragically passed away last year, and this woman had the audacity to tell me she wanted to set up my friend with someone not even a month after the funeral because "she's young, she's not gonna be alone forever". this is a woman who went to book a church and priest for me to get married on a date that works for her. then somehow found the phone number and called my mil and told her "the church is handled" so i got a call - while on vacation and not in the process of planning a wedding btw - from my mil who said "handle your grandmother" and hung up on me. i had no idea what had been happening, or even that the two knew each other because the families hadn't met yet. and i was on vacation. out of the country. this woman booked a church with just my name?! like am i marrying myself or something?! nope, she just wanted it to be that date because she heard her other son might be in town that day too.

anyway, given the similar traits she shares with my mil, they have sort of become very close friends since i got married. no one knows what they talk about, but they're on the phone for hours and both lie about who they've been talking with (i've caught them in these lies myself). my mil is very chatty especially after a drink or two (it's an issue) so she spills most things to my sister in law, except anything to do with my grandma. then my sil shares all the gossip with me, which is how i learned the woman thinks im a witch out to get her. i have noticed my mil has picked up some language patterns from my grandma, and some beliefs too, which is how i know they're very close these days. aside from the comments ive heard from my mil about my grandma (moms mom) being a whore (that sounds familiar doesnt it?) and then also my cousin because she dared to wear something tight that looks good on her. yeah.

meanwhile, my "whore" grandma and cousin are women i actually really look up to because they're incredibly strong. hell, my grandma was the first person to teach me about feminism when i was in elementary. she was having coffee while i was visiting her and she told me i should never feel afraid of the partner i choose in life and that we should both be equal in both similarities and in differences. it was her simple way of saying the ideal relationship is when both parties respect each other even in arguments and disagreements. and my cousin left the country at 18, as soon as she could get a passport, so she could make a better life for herself than what she had in her hometown. she found a job, accommodation and lived through god knows what (i know small bits) to make it out of this country.

anyway, my mil is convinced her sister in law is a witch and a whore and she's told me all about her. allegedly, she's seen the witchcraft books this woman owns. my first thought upon hearing that was "how did you ever find them oh innocent soul that can do no wrong without snooping" and then i learned she went snooping. so i know she's gone through my shit in the last few months we've been living together but i got nothing to offer so 🤷🏻‍♀️. oh and the witchcraft books turned out to be some eastern healing books. she told me this herself going off about "this eye" and "special points on the body" and whatever else is in books like that im not too familiar.

sorry for the long ask scout, i tried to summarize as much as possible, and now im sending loving bites to both you and ebd anon <3

.... maybe the bites are witchcraft 😂😂😂

there is So much lore to unpack from all of this i feel like im going to be ruminating on this for days

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

I know it’s been a while and I really didn’t want it to be this long, but here I am. A lot has happened in the last few weeks and, to summarize it all, it’s taken a lot out of me. I wanted to have everything done and be able to move onto the Hocus Pocus AU, but honestly, I haven’t even finished the halfway point of the final Camp Wanamaker chapter. I definitely still want to write it, but with October being halfway over already, it feels as though pushing it to next year might be the easiest option (though I would love nothing more than to jump into it right now haha). Anyway, I feel as though I should sort of explain why I’ve been so distant in everything, especially my writing, but it’s sort of taken a lot out of me to write it all out. I do apologize in advance for being sort of blunt; I haven’t really been taking the time to process my own emotions lately and it shows.

For starters, my grandma’s step-mom, my Great-Grammy Donna, passed away. At 94 years old, she was still doing fairly well health-wise and keeping things as interesting as possible. She was creative, always spoke her mind, and, although we weren’t technically blood relatives, I felt just as close to her as everyone else. Her house was home to everyone and she made sure that you never left her house hungry or wanting for anything. She always loved it when my mom and I visited and promised to one day teach me how to make proper Polish food, though we never got the chance. Honestly, she partially inspired me to write Vivien’s Nonna Dawn and I made their personalities fairly similar, which made it really hard to think about writing her character at all lately.

On top of that, my car was having some pretty serious - and rather expensive - issues. In total, I would have had to pay at least 3 grand out of pocket to get it all fixed. Due to being from a family full of mechanics, I managed to find a quick fix for some of it, but the car needs to be road-worthy by the end of November and I don’t have the money for it all right now, so it looks as though I’ll have to just bite the bullet and buy a used car before then. I’m holding out hope that something road-worthy will come along soon, but until then, I’ve at least got my old minivan.

Now, I’ve been working on seeing the good in things lately and one of the few bits of good news I have right now, is that my mom and I have been working out more to get ourselves out of depression. It’s been working pretty well so far. I’ve lost almost 30 pounds and dropped a size, which feels great. As I am pretty tall, my weight is more evenly distributed, but I’m still hoping to be down to my goal weight by my birthday, if not sooner. It’ll be a lot of work, but I’m determined and it’s helping me get into a better head space, which is a bonus, if you ask me.

Anyway, I’m hoping to finish the chapter soon and, if I feel up to it, maybe work on the Hocus Pocus AU. I am still determined to finish this last chapter, but I’m definitely ready to move on as I really want to get into the storylines I’ve been practically dangling in front of my face like a carrot. It might take me a while as I work through things, but I want to make sure I take my time and have things come out the way I would like them to. I don’t want to half-ass anything or give you a cruddy chapter! So, yeah, that’s where I’m at with everything and I hope to get back to writing/posting more soon!

In the meantime, I’ve made my Pinterest boards for Melaka Mystica (Hocus Pocus AU) and True Colors (The Last Of Us AU2) available. There may be other boards making appearances sooner or later as I try to figure out what to write next, but for now, that’s all I’ve got for you. I hope you enjoy them at least a little!

[somethinglikethatyeah83]

THETA, VERA: Tenth Doctor

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x Timelord!Fem!OC (Vera)

Warnings: None I don't think... (there is a Sontaran but he's a good guy so there's no blood-shed)

Summary: Vera was just trying to get back to her own Tardis, but it didn't go according to plan.

Word Count: 3.4K

A/N: Once again, unedited. This is set just after doomsday but before anything else I've written so keep that in mind :)

Night was always gorgeous on Gallifrey. Red skies parading over the hills that were silhouetted against the little light we got from the two suns after they set and the grass that spread for miles and miles over the fields. This was always the time I would wake up. Just gone midnight, sneaking out the window of the Academy. 

I would trek across the small distance between my dorm and his, and knock on his window. Koschei would be fast asleep as my best friend popped up from under the glass, grinning and pushing it open. I would step back as he climbed out, still in his soft sleepwear. I would hold my hand out and he would take it, then we would run.

And in our dreams, we wouldn't stop.

In our dreams, we didn't have to stop running. There was nothing for us to do but run and play and laugh and just have each other. No one else, no responsibility and no purpose. Just two people who wanted to spend time together. 

Real life wasn't like that, though. Before dawn we would have to retreat back to our dorms. I would give him a soft hug, he would press a soft kiss to my temple and we would part. Go back to bed and pretend we were there the whole night.

Eventually, we both got jobs. He moved on, I moved away. Work got the better of us and we were no longer kids with no responsibility, instead adults with gruelling time restraints. He eventually got married, had kids who had kids and worked and worked and worked. It was a little after then when it all went wrong. 

The wrong people, maybe? I didn't know. One day he just… disappeared. His wife came to me asking if I knew where he had gone, that even the police were looking for him, but I didn't even know that he had disappeared. For no apparent reason.

Not soon after, my grandma passed. She had brought me up, having lost my parents after I was born, and then she died. Too soon, everyone said. They gave me their condolences but it was never enough. I ended up burying myself into my work, never going home and never seeing any of my friends. Why else was I on this planet but to serve and make progress? That's what my job did and until I died that was surely all I could do. 

When my friends had told me I was working too hard, that soon I would find something I didn't want to find — I should have listened to them. 

Gallifrey had a lot of files. It had been a society for a long, long time and lots of files were a consequence of that. Turns out, the information about my family was in there. I hadn't even been looking for it, nor anything of the sort but there it was. My birth certificate. 

And none other than Lord High President Rassilon and his wife listed as parents. 

I didn't speak to anyone. I didn't look at anyone. I shoved the files back in where they were supposed to go and ran towards where they kept the Tardis's. Stole a Type 41 Tardis and ran to the furthest planet I could find. Well, as far as I could get. I didn't think about what I did or why I was doing but I knew that I couldn't stay on Gallifrey any longer. That was all.

A few centuries passed. A couple regenerations that made me feel odd not being able to talk to anyone about but I got a hold of it eventually. Oddly, I made my way around the galaxies and made friends and connections. Spoken to people and species that I would never have had the chance to speak to in Gallifrey. It was such a wonderful world out there, yet Timelords only studied the world once time had already passed.

This was seeing it as it happened. And, god, was it incredible. 

Until rumours spread about the Time War. That was how it started. Just small rumours that I didn't believe. But then there were stories about people being sent out and Dalek ships were seen heading towards Seraphia and then towards the edge of the galaxy, where Gallifrey hung. Normally I would be sent out to fight but instead, I was hiding away. 

I didn't want to die. That was the simplicity of it. I had a good life where I was, and going back to Gallifrey would only end in death at the hands of Daleks or death for betraying my planet. Neither of which I wanted to participate in. I stayed away from my home planet and found a temporary home on Earth. It wasn't like my old life, but until the war was over, it would have to do. 

The next time I ventured out was years later. Late 20th century it must have been, on Earth at least. I had gone to visit a few different places and discovered that Gallifrey had burned at the cold hearts of the Daleks. People were confused when I broke down sobbing in the middle of a Yousol Marketplace, but I couldn't bear it. I couldn't bear the thought of my planet being gone, even if I hated the people and ideologies. It was still my home, where I was born, and where all my friends were. And it meant all my friends were dead. Gone forever. 

To be honest, it wasn't like I had many people to lose. My best friend disappeared long ago, presumed dead and my grandmother died as well. 

Still, my home was gone.

A few more years passed. I spent a few of them travelling between different times and planets and universes. I went back to the beginning of everything and watched as the universe became itself, and on the same day, travelled to the end of it all and watched as the universe burnt, just like my home had. Everything burnt in the end. Even those that believed the universes would exist forever were wrong. That burned and died just like everything else. 

Currently, I'm fighting a Gournoraf with Stike, a Sontaran that I'd managed to change… hopefully. You could never really fully trust a Sontaran but from how long I'd known Stike and all the things he's done for me, there was a good chance I could trust him. 

The Gourns had been trying to take over Earth from a ship about 200 miles from the planet's surface. They were a shape-shifting race which meant they were hard to find but my Tardis had been tracking them for years now under the radar, and finally, we found them. The main issue was that they were better fighters than us, and the poisonous oil that coated their skin made it hard to come in contact with them to actually do any harm.

"Stike, go back to the Tardis!" I turned to face him, holding out my sonic for him to take. "It's too dangerous."

"I'm a warrior, Vera. I can handle this." 

"You're just a Sontaran, dude, you won't be able to survive what I've gotta do to all these Gourns. You have to get back to the Tardis." I tell him, not giving him a choice and pushing the device into his hand. "Put the sonic in the console, it will get you somewhere safe automatically; don’t worry about me."

He looked up at me. "How are you going to get back?" 

"I've got my Tardis key." I grinned, looking behind me and seeing a Gourn following us, sludging down the corridor. "I can just teleport over to you when I've done it, but I can't teleport the both of us." 

Stike threw his hand up in a salute. "Ma'am." 

"Shut up. Just go!" I laughed, sending him a lazy, two-fingered salute back as he ran off. 

I face the Gourn that is now getting closer and closer to me. Just before it touched me, I ducked and rolled behind it, not seeing anymore, and ran towards the centre of the ship. Many people might think I'm stupid but it's where the core was, all I had to do was throw a vial of Goufan oil into it and the ship would explode. I would have a few seconds to grab the Tardis key that hung around my neck and I'd be back on my own ship, safe. 

The hard part was avoiding the Gourns. The ship was completely taken over by their true form which consisted of a mucky green sludge that mimicked the oil they secreted whenever they weren't in their true form. Horrible creatures but it meant you could hear them coming. 

Finally, I reached the core of the ship. There was the Goufan Core, where the species was cloned from and what kept the ship running, held behind barriers taller than the eye could see. I pulled the bolt cutters that I'd sonicked earlier and cut a hole, big enough for me to get through. The vial was tucked in my pocket, so I pulled it out and threw it at the green core. 

A white, hot light erupted, but I pulled the key from around my neck and pressed it up against my lips. It took me back to the Tardis and safety. I could just about hear the explosion as I left. 

Though it wasn't my Tardis.

The desktop was murky. The console looked run down and the only lights were turned low, dust and muck everywhere. Definitely not my Tardis, at all. 

I pushed myself up from where I had fallen on the ground, feeling hard metal grates against my back, and getting a better look at wherever I had teleported. It was definitely a Tardis, because the console was covered in Gallifreyan, but… written on sticky notes? On small pieces of paper all over the console, reminders or something, of what things did. And it read circular, not linear, which was what I had my settings as. 

"Where the fuck am I?" 

Then a man came running in from the door that led to the rest of the Tardis. My Timelord senses kicked in, so I knew he must have been one but that wasn't possible. He wore a pinstriped suit, messy brown hair sticking every which way, holding a half-eaten banana. He spotted me immediately and stopped dead in his tracks, like a deer in headlights. 

"What?" 

I blinked at the man several times before being able to speak. He managed to get in a few more 'what's before I could speak, even if I couldn't answer. "Listen, shut it with the what's, because I don't know either."

"But-"

"Shut it." I stepped forward, down the metal steps to get closer to the man that was still confused. "I was just trying to get back to my Tardis, but evidently, that didn't go as planned." 

He swallowed. "Your Tardis? There's another Tardis."

"Yes, my Tardis." 

"Who are you?" He asks, putting the banana skin over what he hasn't eaten yet and rushing past me, up to the console.

I spin on the balls of my feet to face him again. "Does it matter?" 

"Yes."

"Why?"

He turns around and leans on the console with his hands, crossing his legs. His mannerisms are so familiar, as if I know him better than strangers, and yet I can't place him. I don't recognize him and there is no sense of anything timelord-like in the air, which there would be if he was one.

"Because there shouldn't be another Tardis. Mine is the last one, the most recent type, and any others made were burned when Gallifrey died. There is no possible way you could have another Tardis, which means something is wrong." He explains, looking at me like I was an anomaly. Like I shouldn't exist. 

"I'm Vera, the last timelord." 

His face dropped. Any suspicion or cockiness that he held left it immediately and his hands dropped from where they kept him up against the console. "That's not possible." 

"Well I'm here, so it must be." I shrugged, walking back up the grated steps. "I ran from Gallifrey before the war broke out. I never went back so I survived." 

“I ran. I survived.”

“What’s your name?” I ask, knowing that whatever he replied with would make it evident if he was a timelord or just posing as one, which had happened to be before in the past. It was always easy to figure it out.

He stuck his hand out. “I’m the Doctor.”

I smiled and laughed, not shaking his hand in return and watching as it dropped at his side, my own arms crossing over my chest. “I’m not an idiot. That’s not a Gallifreyan name.”

“My name burned when our planet did.”

“Ooh.” I sucked in a breath between my teeth, watching ‘The Doctor’s mannerisms as the conversation went on. “Good answer. If you’re an actual Timelord then you would want to tell me your name. Nice Tardis, by the way, it must have taken a lot of planning to nick it, props to you, for that.” As I spoke, I turned around, walking around the console, curving back around eventually.

He was silent for a little, and I could feel his gaze on me as I wandered around the stolen ship. There was a part of me that wanted to believe he was a Timelord, and that maybe I wasn’t alone, but it just wasn’t possible. Everyone died, and if he didn’t, then why hadn’t I found him sooner? Why hadn’t my Tardis picked him up on the navigator like it did every ship? It’s not like I had come into contact with every ship in existence, but normally Tardis’ are good at communicating with each other, and since they would be the last two in existence, it wouldn’t make it that difficult. 

Then his voice was hesitant when he spoke again like he was scared of the impossible, scared of feeling hopeful, even. “Are you Vera Rubato, by any chance?”

I spun around and swallowed, watching the man that had just named me. Out of the billions of people who had lived on Gallifrey, he could name me. “How did you do that?”

“Oh, my god.”

“What?” I took a daring step forward. “What? How did you know that?

“Do you really want to know my real name?” He asked, also taking a step forward. 

I tilted my head ever so slightly. “Yes.”

“Theta Sigma.”

That was when my brain emptied. No words came from my mouth as it dropped open. I stared up at this man. My best friend. It wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be possible. He was supposed to be dead, he went missing, he shou- We never found the body. He simply could have done what I did. Stolen a Tardis and flew away. He could have been travelling this whole time, just like I had been. There was no confirmation he was dead, we all just assumed it, even the police assumed it. 

“Please don’t tell me this is a sick joke.” I murmured, latching onto him as a few tears glazed over my eyes. 

He shook his head. “It’s not. Vera, my star, I promise, this isn’t a sick joke. It’s really me.” 

With the mix of my motivation and the fact his knees were probably weak from hope, I nearly pushed us both onto the floor with the momentum of the hug. I practically threw myself at him. He held onto me, latched around my waist, face buried into my shoulders. I felt the tears fall from my eyes onto his suit jacket.

I couldn’t have told you how long we stood there for. It could have been seconds, it could have been centuries, millennia, even. All that I really cared about was that I was able to hold my best friend again. Not even that; simply just that I was no longer alone. I had someone to talk to, someone that I could tell everything to and know that they would understand. 

"I thought you were dead," I spoke into his shoulder. "You just… disappeared one day and we all assumed you were dead." 

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. I wish I could have told you before I left, but I couldn't. I'll explain everything, I promise." He sighs, gripping my clothing tighter still, as if he never wanted to let go. I never wanted to let go. My best friend was alive. The person I thought was dead all these years, and he was alive. 

Finally, we let go. My hands rested on his shoulders, looking up at him, slowly moving to cup his cheeks, his eyes staring down at me, as if I was his everything. 

"I went back to Gallifrey, after a while to fight in the war." He explained, voice fragile. "I went to your grandmother's house, to see if you were still there but it was barren. It was completely forgotten like no one had ever lived there in the first place. Everyone told me you had gone, disappeared like I had, but unlike me, you never came back."

I shook my head, pushing myself into his chest again. "I couldn't have.”

“Vera, why did you leave?”

“Remember how whenever I’d ask my grandmother about my parents, she would always dismiss it all, or distract me, either way, refuse to answer it or tell me who they were?” I asked, pushing myself off him and lifting myself to sit on the edge of the console. 

Sensing some big news was going to come, Theta grabbed my hand. Maybe it was also that he didn’t want to let go of me ever again, but that wasn’t important. “Yeah?”

“Rassilon is my father. Was my father, at least.” I told him, laughing stupidly as my head fell into my hands. Theta looked at me eyebrows furrowed, a disbelieving look painted on his face. 

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“You know they resurrected him for the Time War? They literally pulled him from his tomb and resurrected him, because they thought he was the only one that could win the war.” Theta explained, leaning sideways against the console, pressed up against me ever so slightly. 

I nodded at him. “Yeah, that’s why I didn’t go back. I’ve never been good at resisting, have I? Knowing me I would have ended up storming into the council war room and confronting him. There was no way I could have gone back.”

“Now you’ll never meet him.”

“Part of me is happy about that.” I shrug, swallowing because I was finally talking to someone that would understand my thoughts and feelings, but it also meant I didn’t have an excuse for pushing all my feelings down. This was just the tip of the iceberg, there was still so much that I hadn’t even thought about, stuff I wouldn’t even know I was feeling. But at least I had Theta to talk to about it. “The rumours of what he did? I couldn’t bear for that to be my father, even if they were just rumours.”

He was silent for a moment, taking in what I had said, just staring at me. I had started fiddling with my fingers, picking at the nails and trying to decode what his stare was. What he was thinking. Though he was my best friend, it had still been centuries since I had seen him and I couldn’t account for how much he might have changed. 

But then he broke out in a large grin. A massive, toothy grin that could only possibly mean he wasn’t thinking about what I had just said. 

“I can’t believe we found each other again.”

I look up at him, a soft, slightly confused smile curved into my lips, eyes slightly narrowed at him. “Believe it.”

“I could kis-

And I probably could have kissed him, too, if he hadn’t gotten interrupted. But a bunch of particles appeared by the door of the Tardis, and a woman, clad in a gorgeous wedding dress appeared. My eyes went wide, as did Theta’s, as we stared at this woman that had just appeared in the Tardis.

“What?” Theta exclaimed. 

“Who are you?” The woman spoke.

[kawaikylian]

MOVE YA BODY•rda

RICHARLISON

Not smut, smut in second part

18+?

Wrote this at like 3am don’t bully me.

I didn’t usually wear such small,short,and tight dresses, but something felt different, I had just broken up with my boyfriend of two years and my best friend had notice my upside down mood, for the past days she had allowed me to sulk and chug ice cream in my mouth but she couldn’t help it anymore.

She called me and told me we were going out, “I don’t feel like going I feel like shit!” I stated leaving her letting out a loud scoff “I don’t care! Your coming with me! OKAY?! Now get on your sluttiest clothes and makeup” she said making a kissy noise and hanging up.

I got up to look at the mirror, “fuck” I muttered realizing my hair was in total disarray, I combed my hair until natural waves showed out, it was beautiful, I did my everyday makeup and then my clothes, that was the biggest part, and how bania had mentioned I had to make it short.

Since little I suffered with body image, which lead to me practically working out every day since I was about 10, I never want to think like that and I cannot imagine why I ever did, despite having an amazing body I worked hard for, for years, I still regardless never liked showing my body, because I still felt uncomfortable.

For some reason, that day I didn’t care.

“Are we going to the club?” I ask bania who’s chewing loudly at her gum “no, it’s just a big ass party jay is throwing” she says and I hum in approval. I don’t like clubs, because they are filled with random people, mutual friends party’s? You can at least trust in some way, the people there.

As soon as we enter, it’s cold, “fuck it’s freezing in here!” I say loudly covering my body, “I got a jacket” I nod for her to give it to me, “oh hell nah! That’s a fucking grandma sweater and just not in style with this!” I say rolling my eyes, she winks at me “I’m gonna go get us some drinks, be right back!”.

I’m sitting alone, alone, “bania fuck your finally! Here I swear you took like a fucking year!” I say rolling my eyes, “it’s busy!”. Minutes pass and I am drunk, out of my mind, bania brought practically the whole menu.

Move ya body

Starts playing, I studied dance for 2 years before quitting, but I am surprisingly amazing, I’m swaying my hips with my arms above, my motions are slow but fast, there’s body’s around me dancing together leaving me alone, leaving me as a sight for a taller figure to come up and wrap his arms around my waist.

I lay my head back on his chest making my way go down and up and I continue to dance to the music, I know he’s there but I’m practically ignoring his presence,the middle of the song hits and I decide to go for another drink, thinking he’d walk away and find another chick.

But no.

His arm reaches to tug my arm, resulting into me being pushed back into his chest, I don’t feel disgust nor initiate regret, I just go on with him as the song continues and his arms travel down to my waist this time more harsh, he turns me around, I see his face and I blush,his eyes are a deep brown and they don’t look back once.

He plays his finger on my jaw pulling it up, I whimper as he does because he does it rather harshly. “You poor thing, you’ve been broken today?!” He says, I nod, a tear comes down onto my cheek remembering everything about my ex, his face softens “I’ll make you forget about him”.

Part two?

I love this song I just had to

[compassionatereminders]

SCARY DREAMS!

It might not sound so scary to you bit today I had such scary dreams. My dad and my grandma (she already passed away a few years ago) basically already had everything ready for my wedding with some person whom I didn't even know. And in my dreams I never saw "the groom" but the whole dream I was trying to run away from home a day before the wedding and at the end I was always found and the man who I was supposed to marry found me and I was scared af.

I know I said I never seen him in the dreams and I actually haven't seen his face or I forgot how his face looked like when I woke up (sometimes when I dream I forget faces that I saw in my dreams as soon ad I wake up, and sometimes I forget the whole dream).

It was basically a force wedding and they were saying how I have to marry. Running away was actually "horror like" since I begged people for hiding places and such.

I woke up so scared. I know the description might sound silly but dreams felt so real like I lived there I was so scared while I was being forced to marry because they demanded me I had to.

I never wanted to get married. I still don't want to and I will never want to get married which is probably why my dreams were so scary.

My dad doesn't even cares if I get married or not. My grandma was sometimes annoying with "you will get married and have kids" which I always hated since I never wanted that.

But it's so odd because I haven't watched (series, movies) anything wedding related and I dreamed about this. Ugh.

I'm of the impression that dreams are just a way for our subconscious mind to process our lives and that they rarely have an obvious trigger or a deeper point, but this does sound really scary and I'm sorry you had to experience this kind of nightmare!