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blue-jisungs · 6 months ago
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author's note. idk guys this is just very self indulgent 

warnings. mention of yn having bad friends :(
genre. unestablished relationship in a meaning that it’s not said whether kai n yn are dating; comfort but may feel a bit angsty sorry
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you’ve gotten used to it. 
sure, it’s sad. but you lived enough springs to get used to the feeling of being not listened to. 
ever since you were little your parents would simply ignore your babbling or rambling. growing up, they’d ignore you because of work. then
 friends from high school would not listen just because. just because maybe they didn’t hear you, or you weren’t interesting enough
 there were many excuses that you made in your head. 
sure, it hurts every time. knowing that you’re being ignored. 
that sinking feeling when you’re talking and no one is even looking. 
it doesn’t even surprise you anymore. you just watch, sit back and observe the group. 
sometimes it’s not intentional, though. 
your new friends are just way too energetic to keep up with one topic, more often than not screaming loudly. and you’re not the one to interrupt. 
“it is literally not possible! bear for sure!” yeonjun huffed, causing taehyun to roll his eyes. 
“you’re not reasonable! look at it this way–” you giggled and wanted to share your thoughts on the topic you were just discussing ‘what would win in a fight - a gorilla or a bear’. but beomgyu groaned loudly and– 
“of course a bear!” 
“are you out of your mind? gorilla! it literally has hands and a grip” taehyun put his hand forward and moved his fingers. you felt your smile slowly disappear, realizing no one paid attention to your previous words.
“you need a grip on reality” soobin mumbled “bears are much more
” 
you sighed and felt that similar pang in your heart. sinking even deeper into the couch, you started fiddling with your fingers and looked up with a small sigh. 
that’s when you noticed kai’s soft gaze on you from across the coffee table.
“–but the gorilla can climb too!”
your cheeks warmed up. was it because of his acknowledgement or being caught – you weren’t sure. you just sent him a small smile, biting the inside of your cheek when he returned it. 
“can we hear y/n out tho? she started talking but you all act like a bunch of wild animals” kai joked and your eyes widened. 
“oh, sorry y/n! you’re
” taehyun frowned, trying to remember which side you were on. 
“team gorilla. as a reasonable person would be” the youngest grinned and taehyun leaned forward to bump your fist. 
a warm feeling, almost as if someone spilled honey, took over your heart. your gaze lingered on kai for mere moments before clearing your throat.
“yeah, gorilla. i really do love bears but come on, have you seen an angry gorilla? the chances of survival are literally zero” you huffed. 
“yeah, for a human! but a bear has claws and fangs!” beomgyu frowned dramatically. 
“you’re just biased! gorilla is much more intelligent” you rolled your eyes and taehyun nodded. 
“that’s what i’m saying! it would use the surroundings and territory, strength is not everything
” the younger one started and you caught yourself smiling again. 
just because finally someone included you in a conversation that you were a part of. 
you looked over at kai and maybe if you weren’t too shy, you’d mouth ‘thank you’. 
but he knew you like the back of his own hand and the pure happiness sparkling in your eyes spoke for itself. 
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ksilberne · 1 month ago
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Monster
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bookalicent · 4 months ago
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yeah so this was insane
#i feel like too many people reduce this interaction to jason being like ‘lol same’#but idk :/#this chapter is from jason’s pov#and leading up to it he’s like ‘people keep walking on eggshells around me bc of the the michael varus stab wound’#and he hates it so when he goes on deck to help out with the storm#everyone’s like wtf except for percy#and jason states how much he appreciated percy not treating him like a sick kid#and i feel like it’s echoed in this sentiment where jason could say so many things like#‘you should never feel that way’ ‘im here if you need anything’#but he doesn’t make percy feel alone in his desire to just
. end it all#which ik for some people that doesn’t work but you’re not a character in hoo and percy is dealing with so much guilt#and he can’t tell annabeth bc she’s a main aspect of that guilt#and he doesn’t wanna guilt her more and he feels ashamed and when he describes this he feels weird for feeling it#so having jason this tough guy be like ‘yo i understand it bc i felt the same way#that’s gotta mean a lot to percy#also insane how jason who also struggles to display vulnerability#allows it in one of few times in this moment just so percy this guy he’s supposed to be jealous about#feels comforted and not alone in his guilt and shame#and also it’s just insane how jason’s wanting to kay em ess does not get talked about AT ALL#and just seeing his mom and the pressure of new rome getting to him#like this scene is insane and i’ll never shut up about it#also ignore me i’m just finishing my reread of hoo that took all summer#jason grace#percy jackson#pjo#ashla.txt
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teshiee · 3 months ago
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apparently it was zane day on the 13th and i MISSED IT. NOOOOOO anyway have some oppo
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kaishandonmyass · 7 months ago
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KAI COME BACK🙁 KAI COME BACK😞 KAI COME BACK😿
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kindaasrikal · 5 months ago
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Do you think Cole used to help Nya with feeling comfortable in her own skin again and feeling flesh and bones, as well as acting alive again, whilst also helping her keep her form and be more conscious and sure of it after merging with the sea, simply because he gets it?
Ghost Cole you will not be forgotten.
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room-of-lies · 3 months ago
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bonk
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sunoooism · 9 months ago
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â€ș summary : what txt do when you're feeling sad ! (separately)
â€ș fluff , comfort / wc: 691
â€ș warnings : mentions of sadness, little bit of crying, a few kisses, hand holding, not proofread, gn!reader. muias writing comeback ?? 😓 literally praying this shows up in tags caused it's queued. ALSO, I WILL NOT HAVE ANY PORRIDGE SLANDER.
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choi yeonjun
→ cooks for you
you sniffle as yeonjun places a bowl of porridge in front of you, wiping your watery eyes with the ends of your knitted jumper. "thanks, 'jun."
"of course, pretty." he smiles, leaning down to dab at your damp cheeks. you let him do it for you, his touch so delicate, as though he thought you'd crack without it. he finished his ministrations with a tender kiss to your puffy cheek.
"'m gonna get some jam for your porridge."
your face lights up a little. "raspberry ?"
you can hear yeonjun chuckle as he rummages around your cupboards, fetching an unopened jar of jam before he makes his way back to you and your steaming bowl of oats.
"duh, what else." his lips quirk up as he let a dollop of the sweet spread melt into your food.
choi soobin
→ takes you on a walk
you let out a yawn, the chilly air filling your lungs as you continued strolling down the narrow road with your boyfriend. his gloved hand was tightly clutching yours, making sure to keep you on the inside of the pathway and away from moving cars.
"you look so cute, all bundled up like that." soobin chuckles, staring down at you with his scarf and earmuffs practically swallowing you whole. and a fluffy coat that fell past your knees just like he insisted.
"I really think you should have worn gloves like I said..."
"binnie, I'm fine, I promise." you smile lovingly, leaning against his side as he kept your hands warm in his. with him, you already felt better and your heart a little lighter.
choi beomgyu
→ tries to cheer you up with his jokes
"what ? you didn't think that one was funny ?"
he's grinning, and you're trying your absolute hardest not to as well. your hardest wasn't enough though, apparently.
as soon as Beomgyu sees your lips quirk up —even if it's the smallest smile to ever exist— he's wrapping you in his arms and squeezing tightly.
"ah, see ! you do think I'm funny !"
it's not even the joke itself that makes you laugh. his smile is contagious, and even if you wanted to stay sad and wallow in self pity some more you couldn't, he wouldn't let you.
"mmm, maybe a little..." your arms slip around his waist, squeezing him back as you sigh contently into his warmth.
kang taehyun
→ reads to you
you gazed up at taehyun as your head rested on his chest. just simply admiring him while he read to you. his voice was gentle and soft, adoring brown eyes flicking across the page. you had always loved when he'd read to you, especially when you were feeling down. he always managed to help.
he stole a quick glance at you, wondering if you'd maybe fallen asleep because of your stillness and silence. but when he caught you staring he let a small smile stretch out on his lips.
"do I have somethin' on my face ?" taehyun chuckles, placing a thumb in-between the pages of the book so as to not lose his place. you smile in return and brought a hand up to the hair which framed his face, tucking it away from his eyes and behind his ear.
"no. jus' wanted to look at you."
he grins, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose before continuing to read to you.
huening kai
→ doesn't let go of you
your room was blanketed with darkness, soft breaths and whispers of sweet nothings filled your head. the gentle scent of kai's cologne wafted around the cozy room. your boyfriend had you pressed against his chest, and he made sure to keep you close when he tangled his legs with yours.
"are you feeling a bit better ?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he let his thumb draw circles on your lower back. you hum at the soothing action, sighing contently into his chest.
"mhm, 'm feelin' a little better. thank you, hyuka."
kai smiles and presses a warm kiss to the top of your head, pulling you even closer until your nose was pressed into the juncture of his neck. the two of you lay there with one another in a comfortable silence, exchanging tender and chaste kisses as the melancholic feeling faded from your body.
©sunoooism
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bubblegumflavor · 5 months ago
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Snuggles♡
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Adding my favorite frame separated â˜ș
Animated version here
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binluvsu · 4 months ago
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anything.
c.bg x r
(this is kinda what i think more softer moments with him would be like idk i am so whipped for him)
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it was soft moments like these you loved to spend with your boyfriend the most. to see the soft pout on his lips as he puts his focus on a certain task. or how his soft tresses fall just over his eyes. he was comfort and warmth in a person.
to feel the gentle plump of his lips against your skin after mundane activities. to feel his soft hair tickle your cheek as he rests his body against your own. to feel his hand against your own, thumb brushing your skin gently in a way of coaxing, in a way to ease your nerves. to feel his love for you through such simple ways.
moments where his arms will wrap lazily around your waist in the morning, a silent plea for you to not go on with your day just yet, to spend those few quiet minutes with him. moments where he would gently take hold of your wounded hand when he’s noticed you’ve hurt yourself while cooking. you tell him he’s overreacting, but you’ll never know that seeing even just a scratch against your fragile being is enough to send him into panic.
because to him, you are the epitome of love itself. and everything love could ever mean, was you.
to hear the gentle strum of his guitar, or to hear the sweet, sweet drip of honey that was his voice as he sings to you.
to press your lips to his, so softly, almost not touching them at all as he is lulled to sleep, tracing your eyes over his relaxed and soft features once you pull away, feeling so much love in the moment that it makes your heart swell.
the way his gaze softens on your form as you find yourself engrossed in something you love, he feels happy because you are happy.
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an- it’s 1 am and i wrote this on a whim sry if it’s poorly written
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endereies · 3 months ago
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JUST A SHOULDER TO LEAN ON - PART 2
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Pairing: Matt x Reader
Contains: You always go to Matt whenever things get hard, but little do you know he wants you to be there by his side permanently.
Requested?: yes by several people - thanks for the love ♡
Author's notes: Sorry that this took almost 2 weeks to write, I have mock exams this week and barely any time to write this but I hope it was worth the wait. This is also my longest piece to date so that's insane. Love you angels !!
Word Count: 5783
Part 1
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It had been several months since you last went to Matt’s house to cry about your boyfriend. That’s because you two broke up. Whenever Cam stepped out of line again, all you could do was think back to that night.
"M'sorry, you don't deserve any of this, never...Please don't believe anything he says. He has no idea what he is talking about."
And he was right. You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve being treated like shit all because he wanted the luxury of alcohol. You thought it would pass, people often do things they aren’t aware of when they are drunk. You believed that lie for almost two years. Two wasted years. You hated every moment of the break-up, you both were drunk this time.
“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy here, I let you move into my apartment, I let you have whatever you wanted, I let you into a high-end life. You aren’t actually throwing all that shit away because you’re a little upset.”
You were practically seething at the point, your chest heavy with anger. Clenched fists lay by your side that held back harsh words. You weren’t crying this time. You got that out your system before your first drop of alcohol that now lingered as a lump in your throat. Small twitches of your eyelids and lips became more common with each idiotic word he spat out.
“No. Cameron, you forced me to move in, you gave me what I wanted to shut me up and I couldn’t give a shit about that ‘high-end’ life. You walk all over me! You don’t like me, you only like the idea of me”
“Oh? Really y/n. I made you into someone people actually respect. Before me did you ever actually get anywhere. Now you’re out all the time going to the opportunities I gave you. ”
“As if you actually notice that I leave the house. I leave here a lot because even subconsciously I knew I didn’t want to be around you.”
“Exactly, you are always away y/n. When was the last time we even had sex.”
Sex? Sex. That was his concern? After the time we have barely even spent as a couple, barely acting like we could be friends. Yet, his main concern is fucking me.
“You’re such a slut you must be getting it someone else.”
“You’re a piece of shit, you know that? We are done Cam. Fucking done.”
“What the fuck are you on about. Don’t say shit that you don’t mean.” He spoke sharply while clenching and unclenching his fists.
“Go on and fuck the barmaid if you’re so desperate to get laid, Cameron.”
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You were lucky enough to have your parents live close to you, ones that were willing to take you in while you sought out an apartment. You hated to admit it, but you still loved Cameron, even if you didn’t want to. You despised him and yet at the same time all you did was miss him. Feeling like a walking contradiction was hard, to yourself and everyone around you. Everyone knew how you were feeling. That doesn’t mean they had to like it.
Matt especially hated it. Hated the way you talked about cam like you did something wrong. He knew how selfish he was being, but he couldn’t help it. Not when the girl he loved kept speaking about someone that wasn’t him. He wasn’t sure if he ever would be in that position. When he heard news of your break up with Cam. He sighed in reluctant relief. He relished in the knowledge that you were single so much he almost forgot your hurt. You didn’t feel the same as Matt, you weren’t as happy for it all to be over.
Parties were the worst for both of you. The alcohol placed around the rooms just reminded you of Cameron, for all the wrong reasons. His words when he was drunk were so cruel. They ridiculed you. Even so, the way the liquid burned as it poured down your throat distracted you from the negativity. Until you threw it all up of course. That ended up being most nights no matter how much you regretted it in the morning.
“Matttt!!” Your voice yelled his name once you saw him walk through the main doors, already slurred from the shots you’d taken.
“Hey, nice to see you.” Matt shoved any hesitancy to the side and focused on your smile. It was due to the alcohol, he knew that. Doesn’t mean he couldn’t pretend it was due to his arrival. It was your smile and that’s all he cared about.
“Did Nick and uh- Chris show...?” He nodded and hinted to the pair already at the bar.
“You must have missed them, I was just parking the van. Why?” Nick smiled at you and waved once he figured out that you were looking at them. A slight nudge from him caused Chris to do the same, his hand partially covered by his jacket.
“Wait what.?” You dragged your attention back to Matt with an embarrassed smile.
“Why? Were you looking for them or..” The blare of the music along with the drink in hand made it harder to understand him. You looked up at him with curious eyes, but he shrugged it off.
“Doesn’t matter
 How many drinks have you had?” You held up your cocktail to your lips, taking a sip from the straw before shrugging. “I think this is my third.”
“Just take it easy alright, don’t want you getting shit-faced again” Matt sighed heavily as he took in your tipsy state.
“I’m not Cam, okay? I can handle my alcohol.” With another sip of your drink, you stormed off. Not before guilt could fill your mind. You hated only thinking about Cam, but you couldn’t help it.
You had left Matt standing by the main entrance of the venue, looking off to the direction you walked off in. He saw your sweet smile return to your face once you met back up with Tara. Relief filled him momentarily that someone else was at least looking after you. The way your mood switched suddenly left him slightly shocked. He knew you were taking the breakup hard, but he also knew alcohol was not going to help you in any way long term. Eventually he breathed heavily and moved along with his night.
Matt sat next to his brothers at the bar and leant against his palm while his other hand reached for his wallet. It wasn’t long before Nick slid a drink to him. “I figured you’d be here soon, so I got you a drink already.” The drink fizzed in front of him and Matt took no time in letting a big portion slip past his lips.
“What just happened back there?” He let his eyes fall to his brothers, both taking sips of their own drinks as they tried to study his expression.
“She is just drinking a lot and I’m a little concerned, the sudden switch up is making me worried about her.” Matt grabbed his glasses and swished the liquid around before placing it back on the bar mat.
“You know she isn’t over it dude, Cam I mean. After two years of that bullshit, I’m surprised she is just drinking a little more.” He knew Nick was trying to be reasonable, but it was hard to find reasons why anyone would miss a guy like that.
“But it’s him. He was, no, is, a dick. Surely, she knows that.”
“Of course she does, that’s why they broke up.” Chris leant forwards on the stool to speak over Nick’s shoulder. “She realised that he was treating her like shit. Doesn’t mean she can’t still love the idea of being with him. Y/n just needs time, she’ll get over it one day.”
“See even Chris gets it.” He smirks as Chris elbows his arm. “Just be there, that’s all anyone can do.”
Matt spent that night checking in on you every few hours and eventually was also there when you threw up in a plant pot, followed by a few tears. You knew you were being stupid as much as the next person. Yet, you just didn’t want to be in a position where you would be sober enough to message Cameron again.
But it wasn’t easy.
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A few weeks later and it was soon Tara’s birthday. With all the chaos surrounding your ex-boyfriend you quickly found yourself running out of time to get her a gift. So, you thought it would be a good distraction from Cameron if you dragged Matt out the house for a day of shopping. Living in LA meant that you could get anything, anywhere.
You found yourselves standing amongst racks of vinyls and posters which were organised by certain artists. However, neither of you could find any fitting enough as a gift.
You stumbled among some racks of some rock and metal music, which seemed more appropriate for Tara. Going down the alphabet, you came across a Foo Fighter’s record covering their greatest hits.
“Y’know, Cam used to play this album whenever he was playing poker late at night. That’s how I knew to leave him alone.” The words slip past your lips with ease, as if it’s a casual and happy memory. But it’s only making Matt clench his jaw and lick his teeth as he nods at you.
Matt nodded at your mention of Cam. “That’s
cool” he mused, his casual demeanour hiding the sting in his chest each time you brought up Cam. He hated how your ex-boyfriend still shadowed every conversation like an unwanted guest. He forced a smile at your comment, his mind was filled with a mix of annoyance and jealousy as you laughed about Cam. He hated how you could find humour in something involving the person he disliked so much. He tried to hide his true feelings, keeping his response casual. "Yeah, that sounds like him."
The record slipped back into its original position alongside other similar artists while you continued looking. The meek smile on your face lingered before it was replaced with a poignant one. You had failed to notice the way he sighed next to you.
“You think she will like some metal instead?” All Matt wanted to do was steer clear of this section, hoping it would clear both your minds of Cam.
He relaxed when you nodded and placed the vinyl back into the racks. he knew why it irked him so much, but he wasn’t ready to admit that to anyone, not even himself. He had to, he was aware but anytime he thought too much about it, it brought him back to moments like this. Where all you did was think about Cameron, whether it became vocal or not.
He hadn’t realised it, but he had zoned out, deep in thought and now found himself now standing around some posters hung up like clothes. It was the average mixture between random decoration for a room of shows or films and the tour posters for several concerts. Matt pondered for a moment before scrolling through the first section.
“Hey what abo-“ The poster he had pinched between his fingers fell through as he noticed you had already picked one up. It was just an old movie poster, released years ago. He barely even recognised it until he saw the name. “What’s that..?”
“Just an old poster, I actually got this for Christmas last year
Well it was actually January but whatever.” Your head shook lightly pushing a strand of hair back behind your ear. “I don’t think I have even seen this film, maybe as a kid?”
“Y/n. Can you stop talking about him.”
“I- uh what?” Your head whipped sideways to look at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion that slowly faded away upon noticing his stern expression.
“All you do is talk about him, I’m sick of hearing about him.”
The awkward silence hung in the air while you both stared at each other for a few moments in shock of the situation. The noise of footsteps and the general buzz of people faded into background noise as you both stood there. Neither one of you knew what to say, just looking into each other’s eyes with slight turmoil.
Matt looked away for a moment and sighed, rubbing a hand across his face before looking back at you with a kinder appearance. He didn’t want to upset you, that much was clear by the way his eyes softened.
“Listen, it’s not you,” he spoke gently, his hands shoved into his pockets. “I just can’t stand hearing you talk about him all the time. Every conversation we have, you end up bringing him into it.”
Your gaze fell to the floor as you listened to his words, guilt hitting you slowly. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right. You weren’t entirely surprised by his words, but it still stung. You knew you talked about Cam a lot, you knew you were still hung up over him. However, you couldn’t get rid of the gut feeling knowing you were irritating the only person who always listened.
Silently, you took a deep breath, your eyes wandering back to the display in front of you. Your fingers fidgeted with the edge of the folded movie poster in your hands, the paper crumpling under your fingers.
“I- I guess I do talk about him too much.” A sheepish smile crossed your face as you scoffed, the slight acceptance creeping into your voice.
“I get why you do it, it’s just frustrating when all I want to do is hang out with you.” His body leant against the edge of the rack filled with the posters. He hadn’t failed to notice the guilt in your expression, and he made his best attempt at a smile to diffuse the situation.
It was hard not to laugh at the irony of the situation. Talking about Cam with Matt was usually a source of comfort. Now, it was the reason for this tension.
“Sorry, I don-“ You were cut off with Matt’s hand covering your mouth, his cold rings hitting the sides of your lips.
“I don’t wan’ you apologizing for some dumb shit, I just-“ His head hung low as he paused to breathe. “Let’s focus on Tara and her gift, yeah?” Hesitantly, his palm lowered from your mouth, allowing you to respond.
“Mhm
” Your fingers absentmindedly fidgeted with the edges of the movie poster once more before placing it on the rack.
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Two weeks later and it was finally time for Tara’s party. They were hard to miss from the blaring music emitting out the speakers, not that you minded her music taste. The entirety of the venue was packed with people, most of which were already tipsy. Lights were shining into every corner possible, switching between every which colour. It was humid and it all hit you as soon as you entered the main doors, allowing no easy transition. However, with the amount of time that you had spent in these environments the past few weeks meant that it was a quicker process. The stench of alcohol was one almost every person you talked to, whether they had drunk themselves or not.
Despite the average chaos that spilled around you, you found slight solace in the familiar atmosphere. Parties had become more of an occurrence since your breakup with Cameron, alcohol aiding in drowning out heavy thoughts. That was enough for now, even if it was only temporary.
After you bought your usual drink order, you mingled your way through the crowd before finding a glimpse of Matt’s chain as it reflected the party’s lights. He seemed to have gravitated towards the bar, sitting with his brothers.
A quick glance over his shoulder revealed you, threading your way through the crowd. His gaze followed you, and a flicker of concern crossed his features, knowing well that alcohol was now a fixture in your system.
“Y/n, hey what’s up” He had tried to maintain his friendly advances, no matter how much slight worry seeped in.
"Hey, just thought I'd come say hi to my favourite people." You lifted your half-empty glass to your lips and took a sip, savouring the tart liquid. You managed a smile, the effects of the alcohol evident in your slightly hazy eyes and flushed face.
“You clean yourself up nicely, kid.” You looked to the side and saw Chris’s smile beaming at you.
Normally you would wear a simple black dress that accessorised your skin nicely but for this event you pulled out a high lined piece.
It was a sleek, shimmering material that her body effortlessly, hugging every contour, emphasizing your curves. A slit starts at your knee allows for a quick glimpse of skin, adding an element to its design. The silver material captures the disco light with every movement. The gown continues to flow down, stopping at a dangerously low open back that shows off your skin.
“It is a Tara Yummy party, you expect me not to go all out?” You laced your thoughts with sarcasm which you covered with a giggle.
“Fair enough, you certainly look the part.” Chris let out a quiet laugh, barely audible over the heavy music, before leaning back towards the bar to sit his drink.
As the hours of the night lengthened on, you found the liquids pouring faster into your system. Dared to do a shot turned into three and before you knew it, you were sick. The upstairs bathroom became your new best friend as you made a poor attempt at holding your hair back.
It had been about thirty minutes since Matt heard the cheering of you downing a Jager bomb without any reaction. He hadn’t wanted to ruin your fun, instead he favoured watching you occasionally and hoping to keep you out of harm. After all, with the amount you had chosen to drink recently, he wasn’t going to risk anything. He wasn’t going to let you risk your safety.
With a reliant hunch, he walked towards the upper half of the venue. It was almost reminiscent of downstairs with an identical layout. The main differences where in the wallpaper and painting designs. He couldn’t focus too much on it. You were his priority.
The sounds of gagging, followed by a harsh sound gave Matt a clear indication where you were. He raised the back of his fist to the door and knocked three time before voicing himself. “y/n..? it’s just me, okay? May I come in, I’m worried about you.
You simply hummed in approval, cut off by a dry heave that left a sting in your abdomen. It was a sight that no matter how many times he found you in this position, he never got used to it. Not that it meant he’d leave you alone on the cold tiles.
The door shut with a soft click when Matt pressed the sole of his foot against the painted wood. He was currently busy taking off his leather jacket that had been around his body all night. Luckily, the floor was smooth, so he placed the jacket loosely around your bare shoulders instead. Even sober you’d refuse to wear one, unless it followed a strict set of guidelines. More often than not you would end up leaving a venue with someone else’s clothing on you, typically Matt’s.
“Hey
” His voice was soft, making you quietly aware of his concerned kindness. “How you feeling, kid?”`
He chuckled when you met his gaze with a hard stare. It was a stupid question. Anyone could look in and would immediately know what was happening. Your dishevelled appearance was a noticeable change compared to hours before. Strands of hair pulled themselves out the hair tie and framed your face with sweat.
“Yeah, that’s my bad. Want a water or anything?”
“Nuh uh, I’ve got one ‘ere.” The water in the bottle swished around as you lifted it slightly, dropping it once you knew he saw. It was compressed by what he could only assume by the force of your hand when you threw up.
You hated throwing up, like any other person. Yet in these states only Matt ended up remembering how bad they were.
Once you heaved again, he took the hair from your clenched fist and pulled it up neater than you did. With relief, you used your now free hand to hold the toilet as the drinks came up again. The water bottle came into grip again but relaxed when you felt Matt’s hand rest on your back. Due to the low cut of your dress, he was directly soothing your skin. His touch burned into your skin, and you couldn’t tell whether it was because it was hot or the slight shock of his actions.
“Just breathe...in
and out, yeah?” Suddenly, his breathes became louder, giving you a clear example of what to mimic. They were steady and at a slow enough pace that you didn’t feel overwhelmed. “See, you’re fine.”
Matt helped you lean up properly so that you could drink some water to wash away the bitter taste in your mouth. “Bet you have sobered up a bit, huh?” You chuckled as your back slumped against the cold porcelain.
“God, m’such an idiot.”
“You know you’re not, it’s just some
unfortunate choices” His hand moved from your back to your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. He hated how you felt bad for being in this position. Of course, throwing up your guts at a party was never ideal but there was obviously more than that. He just waited until you opened up to him.
“It’s not though. Matt
I’m being so stupid by doing this to myself” The slur in your words had lightened but it was still evident through certain words.
As soon as the sides of your lips relaxed and your body drooped, he noticed almost immediately, sliding so that your shoulders were touching. His own lips pulled themselves into a tip lipped smile when he saw your eyes lose their vibrancy.
“Cam broke up with me and all I seem to do is fall back onto alcohol. It’s like I’m fucking turning into hi- “
“No.” His hand twitched by his side, unable to decide what to do. “You aren’t him, you never will be him. Don’t think like that all because of a few drinks.”
“But I- “ With a swift movement, he raised his hand to your mouth again.
“Don’t. I’m not having you lie to yourself kid. You aren’t like him, not even close. You think I’d be here if you were anything like him?” Underneath his grip you silently shake your head followed by the removal of his hand.
“Exactly. I ain’t reminding you of the obvious again.”
“But. What exactly am I doing here.” The hurt in your eyes became more prominent as tears flourished.
“Coping. No one said the method was healthy but
” Matt took his hand off your shoulder and laid it between his tucked knees. His neck turned to face you, your head already facing his.
“Am I the only one who wishes we had gravity falls playing right now.” For the first time in a few minutes you cracked a smile, wiping away tears before they fell.
“If this place didn’t have shit signal, I’d already have that loaded up.” Whilst he talked, he grabbed the toilet roll quietly and handed it to you without another word. He bumped your aim playfully, getting you to focus on anything but the tears.
“You wanna know something
?” You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you spoke. “The more I think about it, the more I see that
you actually treat me better than Cameron ever did. You’re actually the reason I broke up with him, knowing what I could have instead of him. And
I don’t mean to talk about him, I know you hate it. Frankly, I do too, but it’s difficult not talking about someone who impacted me as much as Cam did, no matter how negative it is.”
During the entirety of your ramble, Matt stays silent. His heart is pounding in his chest at your words. You were drunk, sobered a little by the throw up. But still drunk. He isn’t sure what to take to heart and he doesn’t want to get his hopes up by anything stupid. His tongue darts between his lips, wetting them before returning to his mouth which felt just as dry. Whatever feeling this was, he hated the way it tugged at every thought he’s ever had about you. He has always wanted you to speak this way to him, see that you deserve better. Hopefully deserve him. But when it came down to finally hearing those precious words. You just had to be drunk.
“y-yeah..? I didn’t know I impacted you that much. I just wanted to be a good friend to you..” God, he didn’t like the way that word rolled off his tongue.
“You’re more than just a good friend to me, Matt. You do know that, right?”
Fuck.
He hated this. Hated the way you spoke so gently to him, like a wild deer in the woods. Hated the way you let yourself look at him like that. Hated the way he wanted to pull you that little bit closer. He hated that you were drunk.
“We should get back to the party, people are probably wondering where we both are.” Matt’s body quickly pushed itself up, back onto his two feet. His hand reached out to you but his gaze didn’t meet yours anymore. “You feeling better..?”
The sudden switch hadn’t hit you yet and you simply mumbled a small ‘mhm’ and took his hand which ended up around your shoulders.
-
That night ended for you quite early. Apposed to your normal standards, you went home as soon as the clock it 12. The sky still seemed bright with the amount of light that surrounded the venue.
You hadn’t interacted with Matt after your small talk in the bathroom. He ushered the both of you out the room and left you shortly after. He didn’t seem panicked, more rushed than anything. The way the subject switched so quickly took a while to register in your head and when you finally realised it, he was no where to be seen. Whether he left the party or not was still up to debate, but you didn’t exactly try and find him as much as you should’ve.
The following morning was rough, the drinks you had taken had gone to your head and given you a headache, it wasn’t that bad compared to ones you had before. However, you still found yourself lying in your bed for hours after taking medication. The songs that you played in your headphones was a contrast to the ones that blasted last night. They were on a dim volume and were calming instrumentals. With the way your head ached, you weren’t about to risk making it worse.
A light yawn left your mouth, and you thought it was about time that you got on with your day. Taking some medication helped tremendously and you ordered yourself some fries to satiate your hunger.
One thing managed to throw you off, Matt hadn’t messaged you yet. It was almost a guarantee that he would message you, especially after a night out. Not a single message had come through. He didn’t have to message you, but he always did.
That’s when it hit you. The conversation in the bathroom before he left you for the rest of the night. Surprisingly, you remembered the majority of the dialogue you shared, your drunk self making you share more than you would ever sober.
“You’re more than just a good friend to me, Matt. You do know that, right?”
-
“Matt
Hey.”
You found yourself standing at the porch of the triplet’s house, rocking back from the heel to toe of your feet. The floor was slightly wet from a small rain shower mere hours prior. Creaks echoed when the door opened in front of you showing Matt’s familiar frame.
“Uh, hey? What’s up” You had tried not to notice the way his posture stiffening, but it was hard when he had failed to make it appear subtle. “Need anything?”
“Sorta, I need to talk to you, can I come in?” A shaky breath stood in the air between you both before he nodded and stood aside. His house was the same as ever, a constant other than him that you appreciated.
“Where are Nick and Chris?” You loved the pair to bits but frankly, you didn’t want them to stand around you and Matt while you had this conversation.
He shrugged slightly, walking into the kitchen. “They stayed with Tara last night, gonna be home in a few hours.”
“About last night
” You trailed off, looking down before you began again. “I know that I was drunk but- I do remember the conversation we had. Well, most of it and I-”
“It’s fine, you were drunk, it’s already forgotten, okay?” His hand waved in the air as if to dismiss your words, but his soft smile made your stomach and expression twist.
“No Matt... that’s not it. Look, I may have been drunk but what I said, I meant it. You do treat me better than Cam ever did, and you make me feel safer than he ever did. I mean it when I say that you’re important to me. I care about you and I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable last night. I really am but
” The sentence trailed off as you breathed deeply. He approached you slowly.
“y/n
”
“I don’t want to lie and say that you don’t mean that much to me. You’ve stood by me for years, especially recently and I don’t- I don’t want to lose you because of what I said.” Both your fists clenched somewhat as you kept talking.
“Y/n.”
“When I broke up with Cam, the only thing that went through my head was your words. The ones you said to me after a big fight we had, and I ended up crying in your room. The idea of not having you in my life-”
“Y/N.” His palms gripped the sides of your shoulders, his expression pleading with you to listen to him. His eyes search yours momentarily before drifting quickly to your lips. “I wouldn’t trade you for the world, you know that right...?”
“Y-yeah..? really?” He raised his eyebrow after you spoke, as if shocked you’d question that.
“Doubt that again and we will have problems, m’kay?” All you could do was shy away and nod silently.
He gently gripped your chin, lifting it so you faced him straight on. “I mean it
you’re so important to me
so important. You aren’t gonna lose me that easily.”
You followed his gaze and met his own lips, the silence growing longer. His eyes fluttered back up to your eyes, trying to read your emotions. Slowly but surely his hand floated from your shoulders to the tips of your fingers, always colder than his. Matt’s body grew closer to yours and it became evident when you saw his feet slide to meet the rest of his body.
“May I
?” The way he spoke was so gentle you almost missed it. You looked at him and cleared your throat softly as you nodded gently.
Even with permission from both sides it was hesitant. Both of you had been friends for years with not even a single conversation about love lives. Matt had spent the better part of two years pining after someone he couldn’t have. Yet now you were here, standing directly in front of him. Before you could change your mind, he leaned in.
It was soft, your lips barely touching each other. It was just enough for the feeling to be real. His hand grazed the side of your neck before reaching into strands of your hair, tilting you forwards. His eyes were barely open, wanting to somewhat see this moment he’s dreamed of become a reality. You pushed it a little deeper, feeling the extent both of you were willing to give. It was slow but it meant everything. You felt your breath hitch slightly and your stomach grew an unfamiliar feeling, one you never had with Cameron before. You couldn’t help but crave more, more of him. His lips pressed against yours softly, you could feel his breath against his. The hand that held your fingers moved to your waist line and snaked around the fabric that hugged your skin. His lips moved against yours for only a few more seconds before Matt broke away.
He pulled back just enough to speak gently. “God, I know its clichĂ©, but I’ve wanted to do that for a fucking while.”
You giggled at the mere thought of it. Matt couldn’t help but scoff when he heard the chuckle fall from your lips.
“I don’t think you really understand how much I hated when you talked about Cam, as if you still loved the idea of being with him.”
“I don’t. I promise you that.” You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
“You might have to prove that one to me again.” His attempt at flirting just made you giggle again as you rolled your eyes.
“You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that.” It was now his turn to roll his eyes at you. His head angled gently as he captured your lips in another but shorter kiss.
“Fucking finally, you two are actual dumbasses.”
Matt was quick to break the kiss and both your heads whipped around to see both Nick and Chris staring at you with folded arms. Their bags rested against their shins which seemed to be abandoned long ago.
“Wow matt, one night alone and you spend it with a girl. Nick, you owe me 50 bucks.” Begrudgingly, Nick pulled out his wallet and offered him the money which Chris instantly snatched.
“Wait, you two had a bet on us?” There was now some distance between you and Matt, only brought together by occasional eye contact.
“As if we wouldn’t, what do you take us for.” Chris has seemed so sure of himself, and his smug expression lingered on his face. He nudges Nick before giving him a certain look. Matt mouths a small sorry towards you, knowing this was going to be the new normal.
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bethanyeliseart · 10 months ago
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the karate kid movies warm my heart so much đŸ„č
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ksilberne · 5 months ago
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drawn over this base on twitter! it was too cute ;o;
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sleepyicon · 1 month ago
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can i even call cobra kai my comfort show anymore bc of how they handled and continue to handle the SA situation? â˜č
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very old sloppy comic i drew because I wanted to draw sibling hugs and it got out of hand ÂŽ `) i like thinkin abt em...
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skarkkk · 2 months ago
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It was fucking rape. That's my fucking point of view.
What do you mean he liked it? What do you mean it was cheating? What do you mean I like her?
It was rape, there is no other interpretation other than rape.
Robby lived with two addicts and yet he was abandoned in a bar with free access to alcohol, and that's where it started.
He got drunk for the first time, he drank for the first time and he has no resistance to alcohol because he stays away as best he can for the simple fact that his parents were addicts who never cared about him. So he wanted to forget what was happening, to repress all of this and he turned to alcohol because where else would he go when everyone didn't give a damn about him, or his situation with Tory or his emotions? Where else was he supposed to go when his example of dealing with emotions is aggression and addiction? So he drank. He drank to a level where he couldn't formulate a response, a sentence, when Kwon came to talk to him and provoke him, and we know that if he was sober he would have done something. It was obvious on his own face listening to Kwon that he was spaced out, drunk, and then Zara approached him. And took him to her room, from where he came out the next morning. No memory of the night before, a headache, and still looking out of it, as we can see when she kissed him and he didn't even react to it. The level of alcohol this requires is the level of alcohol that prevents someone from giving consent.
— I barely remember last night
— Good thing I do
Can we see the exact connotation that something happened? That she actually took advantage of the boy who couldn't speak to give consent, who couldn't think to say no, who was too drunk for this to be acceptable? The fact that she shows no remorse whatsoever for this happening and yet kisses him again.
Besides the fact that the writers themselves are treating it like it's some kind of cheating with Tory, the characters themselves acting like he's not a vulnerable person being raped by someone who knows better?
I hate her and I hate the writers for making this like it's nothing. I don't want to be that girl, but being that girl, if the roles were reversed, would this be in the show? Would this be treated that way? Or would they actually treat it like the SA situation that it is?
From the beginning, you can see her interest in Robby - starting with that scene in the captains' photo shoot where she talks to Tory. She knows he's in a relationship. All those teasing scenes with Tory. Her taking advantage of Robby. Then the fight scene.
— You chose her over me?
Like, girl, what the fuck did you expect? He doesn't know you, he doesn't like you, you raped him and you're going after his girlfriend - the person he loves? How high is your ego to even consider that he would choose you? Axel's obsession with Sam I can understand more, although I still have my doubts. She was the first person to understand and see his situation with his sensei, she was friendly and he developed a protectiveness towards her. Although his attitude towards Miguel was wrong, he didn't rape Sam or act like a bitch towards her.
Iron Dragons and their obsession with the Miyagi-Do captains.
Zara Malik and the fact that she raped Robby Keene.
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