#and now the weather is nice and cloudy with some rain on the way so i’ll be okay

[sweetgirlmelodyy]

"Hey hey Lover!" P1

BF Kinich x Fem! Reader

Content contains - Sunshine x Grumpy troupe, fluff, wholesome stuff, modern AU

Just another day of school, y/n isn't one to enjoy going to school but of course she still goes to see her friends and her cute boyfriend Kinich <3

As per usual, y/n would greet her friends and her beloved with a cheerful smile on her face everyday.

"Good morning Kinich! >:D"

You happily greeted him as he waited for you outside your house, both of you would often walk to school together or walk home together. Kinich looked tired, definitely because he was staying up late playing video games.

"Sometimes I wonder how you have this much energy every morning..."

He muttered out, he took out his hand for y/n to hold, she happily took his hand as they began walking to school. Entering the school gates, y/n immediately ran to her bestie and pounced at her as a way to greet her. (so nice ^^)

"Y/N I TOLD YOU TO STOP RANDOMLY POUNCING ON ME, YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK MY BACK-"

Citlali protested, until she looked up to see Kinich's glare. Kinich would often had that look whenever y/n's friends yelled at her or insult her even when it's just a joke. Citlali immediately became silent from his intimidating stare, although he was just usually grumpy every morning (same tho-). Not everyone knows that, except for y/n of course since they tend to hang out a lot after school or weekends.

Y/n and Kinich had been dating for nearly a year now, and till this day her friends don't know why Y/n would date him especially that he has a cold demeanor but surprisingly he was the one who confessed.

"Aww Kinich, turn that frown upside down!"

She smiled at him softly, he huffed and smiled a bit just enough to satisfy y/n ^^.

------ Time skip ------ (lazy-)

When students were getting ready to leave, y/n waited at the front of the gate waiting for Kinich, her eyes brightened when she saw Kinich. His hair was wet after swimming class, but having swimming class as a last lesson sucks to be honest.

"Oh? I guess we should just go home and go to the cafe tomorrow, incase you catch a cold-"

Y/n suggested before Kinich cut her off.

"I'll be fine."

He sounded so eager just to hang out with her, despite that she was worried he might catch a cold due to the windy weather and his hair was still wet after swimming class.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to get sick..."

She frowned in worry for his wellbeing, Kinich took her wrist as they began walking towards the nearby cafe not so far away from their school.

At the cafe, both of them sat down after ordering some drinks and food! They both chatted random stuff, Kinich suddenly sneezed it was slightly loud since there wasn't a lot of people in the cafe. Y/n frowned and spoke.

"I told you we should just go home, I don't want you to get sick tomorrow..."

Kinich constantly say that he'll be alright as a way to reassure her, y/n wasn't convinced he would be kind of stubborn at some times.

They didn't stay at the cafe for too long since the forecast on her phone said it might rain, they both walked home together looking at the condition of the weather. It was so windy and cloudy, there is absolutely no way it isn't going to rain! Y/n looked at Kinich seeing him shiver, despite him not making any sounds she noticed his hand shaking so much while holding his hot green tea. He didn't bring his jacket today and so y/n took off her jacket and placed it over his shoulders, Kinich noticed her generous gesture and spoke up to protest.

"Y/n you don't have to give up your jacket for me, I'll be fine-"

Y/n hushed him, saying he looked like he was going to freeze to death, his was completely red because of the current weather, Kinich's eyes softened and then he sneezed once again. It was a clear sign to y/n that he was going to get sick...

To be continued...

I'll probs start taking requests, I have no idea what to write sometimes- Anyways hope yall liked it :3

[bbina]

content warning: smoking & drinking lol

you don't know how long you've been walking around aimlessly inside the convenience store, debating on what you need to fill the void you feel deep inside

for the first time in a long while, you couldn't pin point what you were feeling. is it rage? is it anguish? is it longing? you don't know

after giving it much thought (though you've been going over it the whole time you were on the way to the convenience store), you take a deep breath before grabbing a couple of cans of beer before heading towards the cash register

"a pack of cigarettes too, please" you tell the cashier, putting down the cans of beer on the counter

as your items were being checked out on the cash register, you slowly start to feel a little guilty over your decision on getting a pack of cigarettes. you've made a promise to both karina and giselle that you'd stop smoking a little while ago but here you were, about to start your vice again

"have a nice night" the cashier bows, breaking your train of thought. you gave the cashier a little smile, taking your plastic bag before walking out the store

it was raining. you thought the weather couldn't be more perfect to match what you were feeling

luckily the convenience store had umbrellas on their outdoor tables.

perfect. this was all you need right now

you settled onto one of the tables before unpacking whatever you bought inside. couple of cans of beer, some junk food to snack on and of course, your cigarettes

what better way to express your emotions by pigging out on a rainy friday night alone with your thoughts

. . .ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

the sound of the rain pattering around you felt comforting in a sense. you were merely alone with your own cloudy thoughts as you try to navigate through this heartbreak of yours

you don't even know what time it was. you turned your phone off after posting on your instagram story. not wanting to be bothered for the mean time. for tonight, you just wanted some actual alone time. you forced yourself to head out because if you were in bed right now, you would've been a mess

your ex having a new partner in such short notice shouldn't affect you like this but it's affecting you greater than you expected

there was that feeling again. where it felt like your body was telling you to crave it. maybe you are craving it– no scratch that. you need it

swallowing the lump on your throat, you fish out the little red box you know all too well

you've never felt more alive when you felt the addictive substance fill your lungs for the first time in a long while. with each puff you take, the more you feel the weight on your shoulders are temporarily lifted. at some point, you felt tears prick your eyes as you let yourself be consumed with what you truly feel inside

you are starting to get exhausted of keeping up the act of being okay when you weren't fine at all

“a pretty lady like you shouldn’t be smoking”

a voice speaks up, causing you to jolt and drop your cigarette on the wet ground.

you didn't even realize you had tears running down your face til that voice breaks your deep trance. quickly, you wiped your tears before looking around to find where the voice came from

on your left, you see a man who seemed to be around your age. you couldn't really tell since he had a hat on and the fact he was wearing glasses

you take a good look at the man before spotting a cigarette on his hand

"i could say the same about you" you scoffed, turning back around to get another stick from the cigarette box but something in you stops yourself from doing so

"you're calling me pretty too?" the man jokes, walking up to your table. his hand then rests on the backrest of the chair in front of you, "may i sit with you?"

you nod your head yes. for some reason you didn't feel any sense of danger whatsoever but maybe you were just too caught up in the feels to even realize that you may or may not have invited someone you're not supposed to, to sit with you

the man hums and sits down in front of you. now that the man was up and close and personal, you then recognize who he was.

it was wonbin, in the flesh

your eyes widened upon the realization. oh my fucking god, you thought to yourself. you start to hide your face with your hair, in attempt to hide your identity from wonbin

wonbin takes a hit off his cigarette before raising an eyebrow at your odd behavior. why were you hiding all of a sudden?

"why are you hiding your face?" he asks, making small talk, "it's okay to cry, i don't judge"

you stopped rummaging your hair in attempt to hide your face when you hear his comment. did he just assume you were crying and that's why you were hiding your face from him. you tuck your hair away from your face before answering him all sassily

"i wasn't crying" you deny, "what made you say that? were you watching me?" you sass

wonbin seemed to be flustered by your sudden accusation as he suddenly started choking on his own spit, sending him into a coughing fit

as he was choking in front of you, you could only offer your half empty can of beer. wonbin quickly grabbed the can and gulps down the liquor in attempt to calm himself down

"what the fuck" wonbin grimaces, wiping his mouth with his jacket sleeve, "i wasn't! i just noticed you drinking all alone so i thought you were going through something, damn!"

now it was your turn to be flustered. wonbin didn't mean harm. he was just stating what he witnessed. besides, he wasn't wrong. you are going through something at the moment and that's why you are in fact drinking alone

"actually you know what, yeah you're right. i was crying" you admit, slumping back on the chair "and i am going through something. nice eyes you've got there"

wonbin's mouth falls open in shock. he wasn't expecting to be literally right on the dot. now feels a little embarrassed for pointing out something he shouldn't have

"oh, i'm sorry-" wonbin starts to apologize but you cut him off by shaking your hands in front of him

"no don't apologize. you didn't know" you let out a small laugh, "it's fine"

"are you sure? i didn't mean to be rude. it was just a random speculation and i didn't mean to intrude that way" wonbin rambles, feeling genuinely sorry about it

"i told you it's fine" you wave him off, "anyway enough about me. what about you? what are you doing here on a rainy night?"

now it was your turn to ask him

wonbin purses his lips and thinks for a moment before answering you

"nothing. got a lot in my mind so i just wanted to clear my head" he replies curtly. throwing his now finished cigarette on the ground before stepping on it

you nod, empathizing with him. you too also wanted to clear your head

"guess we're on the same boat here" you chuckle, "love sucks ass"

wonbin's ears perk up at the mention of love before he starts laughing too. "you're abso-fucking-lutely right"

before you know it, you and wonbin started slowly opening up about your recent problems to each other after coming to a realization that you two were in fact going through similar things

wonbin was currently ranting about how unfair his life has been at the moment, you checked your phone for the time and wow it was already almost 5 AM

"oh my god" you say outloud, unknowingly interrupting wonbin. wonbin pauses and waits for you to continue, "i'm so sorry for interrupting but i just realized it's almost 5 AM" you say, showing wonbin your phone

wonbin's eyes widened and checked his own phone. "oh shit we've been talking all night"

you let out a nervous laugh when you read through your notifications that karina, giselle and seunghan bombarded. all saying along the lines of "where are you" "reply"

you are so dead

"i'm really sorry for cutting you off but i think it's time to take my leave. my friends are looking for me" you clasp your hands together as you bow in front of wonbin, apologizing for leaving so abruptly

wonbin only laughs and agrees that it was time to leave as well

"then it looks like it's time for me to take my leave." wonbin starts to stand up but then he holds his hand out, "thanks for listening to me by the way. feels like some weight has been lifted off my shoulders" he smiles genuinely

you take a second to look between his hand and his face before gradually taking in his hand, shaking it

"well, it did seem like we both needed someone to talk to without the feeling of being judged"

wonbin laughs, "agreed."

you take your trash and disposed them properly. before you could bid goodbye, wonbin had already left

you then realized that you two forgot to introduce yourselves but you actually feel a little relieved that you didn't. if anything, being strangers to one another that had a heart to heart talk just seemed surreal and needed in that moment.

like what were the odds of you two meeting each other at this random convenience store because of a shared common factor which was love?

you don't know why, but you had a strange feeling that you'd be seeing him around more soon

alone together ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . love sucks

── taking comfort in the thought that you are together in aloneness through late night talks, heartfelt confessions, and a genuine connection. with your shared experience of recent heartbreaks, you wonder if getting together would be all worth it. in which you find solace in each other's company, that you are alone together.

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[irwinsblender]

inner demons

a/n: i’ve written this over the span of a few weeks bc my mental health has been down the drain recently and i needed an outlet. i wasn’t sure about uploading this, but here it is anyway

also used these pictures of ashton bc that’s how i imagine he’d look when listening to you rant about how you’re feeling

pairing: ashton x reader

summary: your mental health has been getting worse again and ashton is there to try and help you through it

warnings: depression, self harm, reference to suicide - and please, if you find any of these triggering, don’t read this fic

word count: 3k

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winter was one of the worst times of year for you. specifically, for your mental health. the dreary, rainy and cloudy weather, days becoming dark hours earlier than in the summer was always hard on you.

your mental health was bad already. you’d been suffering with depression for quite a long time now. it first started at school when you couldn’t deal with exams along with certain horrible people in your classes, that seemed to linger for a few years after you graduated.

just when you thought things were getting better, the pandemic hit, causing you to relapse and become worse than before. you didn’t know how to deal with all of the terrible thoughts that were constantly going around your head, including thoughts telling you to hurt yourself.

and you did, you turned to that to help you cope with feeling so exhausted. in the end, it didn’t really help. but you had nothing else to help you.

until you met ashton irwin. your now boyfriend.

you’d never met anyone as caring as him. he always listened to anything you had to say, he was there for you when you needed to rant; most of all, he didn’t leave after you told him about your struggles.

in fact, he empathised with you. telling you about his struggles and ways he tried to get through them. he promised then and there that he would always be there to support you and would never judge you for any of your thoughts or emotions.

you always appreciated ashton, but you found it hard to tell him when you were beginning to struggle more again. you felt pathetic not being able to cope on your own, you felt like a burden in his life every time you had to involve him in your problems.

this was one of those times.

it had been a long day, or at least it felt like it had been. it was raining all day, something you hated. you hadn’t been able to get out of bed, you hadn’t eaten, only had a drink of water which ashton brought to you before he left the house earlier in the day.

you’d been sitting in the bathroom for the past hour with the door locked. you’d told ashton you were going to have a shower, but, you never got that far. ashton would’ve noticed that the noise of the shower never started, but he’s always been respectful to leave you to whatever you need to do.

it was different this time though. it was too quiet. he was sat in the living room, planning on cooking you both a nice dinner. however, you’d been acting different today. you’d been quiet, not as cheerful as usual when he arrived home from being elsewhere.

you were sat on the closed toilet, leaning against the counter as tears fell down your face. deciding if you were going to do what your mind had been telling you to do. you didn’t want to hurt yourself again, but what choice did you have? nothing else helped. it was practically staring you in the face from where you’d placed the sharp object on the counter.

you looked down at your arms, marks from a couple of weeks ago that were starting to heal properly. marks you hadn’t told ashton about. ashton knew you struggled more at this time of year; he’d been busy recently with work, he hadn’t had time to notice things going even more downhill.

while you were contemplating your choices, ashton had been making his way upstairs. he decided that maybe you needed some company with showering. you told him previously that you find it comforting showering together, so that’s what he’d do.

he entered the bedroom, still hearing no movement. he tried to go into the bathroom, met with the door not budging. just the handle twisting. he couldn’t open the door. you’d locked it.

“sweetheart?” he called out, sudden worry washing over him. “you okay in there?”

you’d jumped at the sound of him trying to open the door, you don’t usually lock it, but it was necessary this time. you didn’t answer him, trying to muffle your cries.

“baby? please answer me,” you could hear the frustration and fear in his tone. “i’m here for you, i’m not going anywhere.”

“i’m fine, ash,” you sniffled. “just leave me alone.”

it came out harsher than you meant it to. your emotions playing a part. you never ask him to leave you alone. that only happened when you were in this kind of situation.

“i’m not leaving,” ashton replied. “talk to me, please, i’m here, whatever you need.”

you let out an accidental loud cry, placing your head in your hands as you couldn’t hold back your cries any longer. you were in so much pain it was hard to handle.

ashton’s heart broke hearing the way you were crying. why hadn’t he noticed you weren’t as happy as normal, why hadn’t he noticed your depression taking a toll again. he should’ve noticed.

“can you open the door, baby?” he asked, trying his luck before he’d have to figure something else out.

“no,” you said with a gasp, your crying almost uncontrollable as you moved to pick the object up from the counter.

your shaky hands weren’t helping, causing you to drop it, making a clanging noise as it hit the floor. you knew ashton would’ve heard it, he would’ve put two and two together. you couldn’t pick it up, crying even harder.

ashton was going through his nightstand already, trying to find the outside key for the bathroom door. he was panicking by now, frantically trying to find it, worried when he didn’t come upon it instantly. until, a light caught his eye on the dresser.

the light reflecting on the key, he quickly picked it up, going back to the bathroom door. he slid the key into the lock, twisting it two times until he heard it click.

he pushed it open, causing you to quickly try and turn away, rushing to pull the sleeves of your hoodie down before he could see anything. you wiped your eyes on your sleeves instead, only glancing over to him for a second.

ashton looked to you first, he couldn’t miss the way you pulled at your sleeves, he looked to the ground, seeing the razor there, but it was clean which gave him slight relief.

he moved it out of the way, walking to you slowly, crouching down beside you. he placed one hand on your knee, caressing his thumb back and fourth, the other on your waist.

“i’m here, baby, i’m here now,” he tried to reassure. “what do you need?”

you shook your head, you couldn’t even look at him. you felt pathetic, like a disgrace. you couldn’t look your own boyfriend in the eye because you were embarrassed about how badly you were handling things.

ashton saw the expression on your face, it was too familiar. the same a couple of years ago, when you were struggling, when you had been harming yourself. he knew what was going on now.

“it’s okay if you’re not doing okay, love,” he said, cupping your cheek in one of his hands, wiping away your tears.

“i’m fine,” you bluntly responded. “i’m always fine, everything is always just fine.”

your hurt started turning into slight anger. angry with yourself, angry with the way you kept going around in circles with your mental health. you got a little better, and then things always became worse. it’s the same thing over and over and over.

“baby—“

“just leave me alone,” you folded your arms, pushing his hands away from you. not thinking straight with the other thoughts clouding your mind.

“i don’t want you to be alone,” ashton softly replied, trying to keep calm in this situation. “you don’t have to go through this alone.”

“i’m handling it,” you tried to get a subtle look behind ashton, trying to find where the razor was. if you could just get him to leave—

“angel,” he got your attention. knowing that nickname would stop you from whatever else you’re thinking about. “you know it’s okay if you aren’t doing good, this isn’t something that will instantly go away, there are ups and downs and that’s okay. wherever you’re at now, i’m here to help you through it.”

you cried harder at that. everything was hurting. you were exhausted with life. you didn’t want to keep living like this.

“i’m sorry,” you cried, holding your hands over your face. “i’m so sorry.”

“hey, hey, it’s okay, why are you sorry?” ashton asked, standing himself up as he took your hands in his.

“i— i did it again,” you blubbered. taking a breath to try and control your crying. ashton didn’t know what you were talking about. “i know i said i’d talk to you if i felt that bad again, but i just— i couldn’t bring myself to tell you.”

then it clicked. he knew what you meant. locking yourself in the bathroom, the razor you’d dropped on the floor. you’d been self harming again.

“you don’t have to apologise for that, baby,” he sighed. “it’s not something easy to talk about, please don’t feel like you need to say sorry to me.”

you were quiet after he said that. trying not to keep crying the way you were while also trying to figure out what to say next. his hands were still in yours, not planning on letting go any time soon.

“i thought things were getting better,” you complained honestly. “i was happy travelling with you the last two months, and as soon as we got home everything started crashing down on me.”

“being on tour was a big distraction for you, a new city every night, seeing places you’ve never been before, you didn’t have time to think about anything else,” ashton reminded. “now we’re home, there’s days where we have nothing going on, it gives your mind time to overthink and for those bad thoughts to come back.”

you didn’t say anything after that, ashton could tell it wasn’t helping with you sitting in the bathroom, the razor behind him on the floor. he pulled at your hands softly, urging you to stand with him. thankfully you did, walking with him as he lead you through to the bedroom. he took you over to the bed, only letting go of your hands so he could sit back against the headboard.

“come here, love,” he held one arm out, waiting for you to get comfortable.

you sat down, shuffling over to him. your head resting against his shoulder, his arm around you to keep you close. he pressed a delicate kiss to your cheek, causing you to look up at him.

“i don’t know what to do,” you suddenly spoke. ashton allowing you to get your thoughts out. “this feels never ending, it feels like there’s no way out apart from—“

“baby,” he cut you off before you could finish your sentence. he knew what you were going to say, but he didn’t want to hear it come out of your mouth. “i know it’s hard, and i hate that you’re feeling like this again. you deserve so much happiness and i wish there was more i could do to take your pain away.”

“it hurts, ash,” you started to cry again, tears dropping down your cheeks continuously. “everything hurts so bad.”

he pulled you tighter against his chest, one hand on the back of your head, slowly running through your hair. he pressed soft kisses to your forehead every few moments, trying to let you know how much he loved you and that he was right there with you through this.

as your crying started to calm down, ashton took one of your hands in his, stretching out your arm slightly. you looked up at him, wondering what he was doing.

“can i see?” he asked.

you weren’t sure at first, but eventually nodded your head. he gently pulled up your sleeve, each mark, scar and any new cuts revealing themselves to him. you sighed seeing the upset look on his face.

“they’re horrible,” you sniffled. tugging your arm away from him. “i’m sorry.”

“they aren’t horrible, baby,” ashton held your hand. he ran his thumb over a couple of old scars, then he lifted your arm up, pressing kisses along the length of it. “they show strength. it shows you’ve been strong enough to fight to stay in this world.”

you didn’t know how he could see it like that. in your own head, it showed how weak you were, how bad you were at coping with life.

“you’re the strongest person i know,” ashton continued, pulling your sleeve back down as he kept your hand in his. “it takes strength to admit you aren’t doing good, so i’m proud of you for telling me.”

“i don’t know what to do, ash,” you slouched further into his grip, cheek pressed against his chest. “nothing’s getting better, i don’t know what to do to get better. this cycle is becoming too much to deal with.”

ashton could’ve cried hearing you say that. knowing the person he loved is feeling so defeated broke his heart. he would do anything it takes to make you feel better, to try and help you.

“i’m here for you, baby,” he stroked his hand softly through your hair. “anything you need me to do, just say the word, i promise i will always be here for you.”

“i don’t know what else will help,” you sniffled. “therapy didn’t work, the meds made me feel worse, there’s nothing else. i have nothing else.”

“you have me,” ashton cupped your cheek in his hand, lifting your head to look at him. “if you want me to listen, if you need advice, if you want me to distract you, or if you just want me to hold you while you cry, i'll be here. no matter what.”

he leaned down, kissing your forehead before pecking your lips a few times in a row. finally getting a small smile out of you. if he could see your smile every day, his life would be complete. that’s all he wanted. for you to be happy.

“i’m sorry for being like this again,” you sighed. not holding eye contact. “i don’t know how you put up with me.”

“i’m not putting up with this,” ashton shook his head. “i care about you, more than anything, i’ll do whatever it takes to make this a little easier for you to get through, because you can get through it.”

you shuffle down, your head resting on his stomach as you close your eyes. tired out from the chaos of your own mind.

“we could take a few trips,” ashton suggested. “you love travelling. i know you still have that list of places you want to visit.”

“i do, but…” you paused, opening your eyes as you squeezed ashton’s hand in yours. “what happens when we come home? i’ll just be like this again.”

“we’ll try and find other things for you to enjoy,” ashton was determined to stay positive in this situation. “you love to draw, you love to create art, and i’ve seen the way you watch me play the drums and guitar. i could teach you, give you something else to put your mind to.”

you thought for a moment, wiping your sleeves over your eyes one last time. you couldn’t believe ashton still wanted to bother with trying after how difficult and negative you always were in this situation.

“okay,” you mumbled. ashton was surprised to hear that you’ll do this. “i don’t know if it’ll help, but i’ll try.”

“that’s a start,” ashton smiled. “the best thing you can do is try. even if it takes time.”

you nodded. finally looking up at him. you shuffled yourself upwards, capturing his lips in a unexpected but loving kiss. placing your hand on his cheek softly as you pull away.

“how would you feel about getting a guitar?” he asked, hands on your waist pulling you to straddle him. “i know how much you love painting, we could buy some paint for it so you can make it your own.”

“i could paint little flowers on it,” you excitedly suggested. “and maybe some butterflies too, that would look pretty.”

ashton nodded in agreement, just happy that you were willing to do this to see if it’ll help having your mind preoccupied with something like learning how to play an instrument. he hoped this would help, hating seeing you hurting like this.

“well, the band has no plans on making new music just yet,” ashton tucked your hair behind your ears. “we could take a trip soon… italy maybe?”

“really? you want go to italy before going back to australia?” you asked, one of your bucket list places, knowing how much he wanted to head back to australia after tour ended.

“australia can wait, i want to make sure you’re okay first.”

you let out a long breath, leaning towards him to wrap your arms around his neck, his arms around your back as he hugged you as close to him as he could get you. he kissed your cheek, making sure you knew he would always be there for moments like this.

“i love you,” he said quietly. “remember i’ll always be here, for anything you need. you don’t have to go through this alone.”

“i don’t know what i’d do without you,” you held him tighter. “i love you, ash.”

a few more tears threatened to leave your eyes as you hugged. you truly didn’t think you’d be here anymore if ashton hadn’t come into your life when he did. and now he can be your anchor that grounds you and gives you a reason to try and live this life, no matter how tough it might be.

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[hyuuukais]

✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ anxiety mention

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CHAPTER THIRTY ☆ WAIT

You met the next day at the park by your apartment.

Not a lot of people were out, though the weather was nice. There was a light breeze, causing your hair to get caught in your mouth a few times, and making it cool enough to keep wearing the sweater/sweatpants combo you'd been wearing for the last week.

There was plenty of time for you to calm your nerves before Felix showed up; you had a habit of being early. You sit on a bench by a small pond, watching the ducks with a small smile. Though nothing could fully distract you from what was about to happen.

All night, you played it through your head: Felix would show up, and before he could say anything you'd do it. You'd break up with him. And then you'd go, leaving no room for argument or objection. The plan was far from solid, but it's what you had to do.

Sudden movement beside you breaks you away from your thoughts, looking beside you to see Felix sit down on the bench next to you. He stares straight ahead, the only acknowledgement being a small nod in your direction. Your plan dissolved the second he sat down and the two of you sat in silence for the better part of an hour until you couldn't bear it any longer.

"Felix I-"

"Wait," He holds up a hand. "Just... wait."

Taking a deep breath, he turns to look at you directly. Now you could see the dark circles under his eyes, the tired expression. Your heart broke further. This past week had been hard for you, and you didn't even stop to think how hard it might have been for him.

But why would he be? You think. He's not the one desperately in love.

"If you- if you really think we should break up, then I need to tell you something." He runs a hand through his hair nervously, turning his body on the bench to face you better. "I don't want to stay friends. No- I can't stay friends."

Your lip quivered, but you stay silent, allowing him to continue. He looks away from you again, taking a shaky breath. You could almost see an internal debate in his eyes, anticipating what he'll say next.

"Y/N, I'm in love with you," He says, voice breaking just the slightest.

There it was. Confession out in the open. Felix felt relieved to had finally said it, but all you could feel was increasing anxiety.

"You- you what?"

"I understand if you don't feel the same way, since this whole relationship was supposed to be just a ruse," He lets out a half-hearted laugh, looking down at his hands, fingers playing with his rings. "In fact, maybe it's best to leave it like this. I know you don't feel the same, but I've fallen so, so hard for you Y/N, harder than I ever thought I could. I've never felt this way about anybody before and I thought maybe, just maybe, if I was the best fake boyfriend you could've asked for, you'd fall for me too. Clearly that didn't work."

He shakes his head, his lips turned down in a frown, sniffing hard and trying to prevent tears from falling. Even now, heartbroken, he still looked so beautiful.

"So I guess this is goodbye," He hesitantly makes eye contact with you, and your chest tightens. "It was good while it lasted, I hope it was for you too."

As he stands to leave, your own tears began to fall. You hadn't even noticed them building up.

Felix was getting further away and the sky grew cloudy, mimicking the feeling in your chest. He was almost out of sight when the rain began and you made your decision.

He was in love with you.

You were in love with him.

So why in the world were you breaking up?

The next few moments felt like a movie.

You run, right down to the end of the path where you found Felix walking home, grabbing his arm. He flinches at the sudden action, eyes softening just a bit when he saw it was you. Tears streaked his cheeks, mixing with the light rain, freckles shining. Thunder rumbles in the distance, but the oncoming storm was the last thing on your mind.

"Y/N-"

"I'm in love with you too."

☆~☆~☆

notes ☆ soooo that happened!!! i hate to do this, but i'm not sure when i'll be able to update next as i'll be super busy this upcoming week! but hopefully it won't be too long until the next one. tysm for all the love and support for this smau! i can't believe it's getting so close to the end... but dw!!! i have lots of other ideas for fics after this one ❤

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[tyrellsidiot]

There's no place I'd rather be than in your arms

Summary: Charles and Max crashes during a race, Charles ends up injured but despite that, he only seems to care about the other's well-being rather than his own.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen

Warnings: Swearing, blood, injuries (nothing graphic), hospital

Word count: 2.6k

Author's note: I'm very new to F1 and writing for this fandom, so please be kind. Also I've never written car scenes at all before lol. Also, I didn't intend for this to be romantic, but read it however you want.

Even away from the circuit, people are watching the race on TV. Some want Verstappen to win again, some have their bets put on Hamilton.

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30 minutes in, and the race is only getting more interesting. The cars zoom around the track and the audience is cheering on enthusiastically. The commentators are watching and pointing out every movement of every driver closely. 

Charles has moved from fourth to second by overtaking Lando Norris and Lewis Hamilton. It's a quite cloudy day, he hopes that there won't be any rain. Rain only ever complicates things when it comes to Formula one.  It's the classic British weather, gray and all. It's quite the opposite from last week’s race and location.

The Ferrari driver is trying his hardest to reach the leading Red Bull car by every passing second, pushing himself and the car to its limits. 

When racing, it's like Max and Charles forget about any friendliness that exists outside of the track. Any of the nice moments together just vanishes. Now, their focus is solely on winning the Grand Prix and scoring points.

“Push, push.” 

A voice comes through the intercom, Charles hears the man's voice loud and clear.

“I'm trying.” 

Charles' accent is obvious, even through the slight static noises. His pressure on the gas pedal increases, and he accelerates. But everytime he seems to get a second closer to Verstappen, his rival speeds faster. 

The man at the pit wall says something else, but the words go in through one ear and out the other. Charles is too concentrated to listen. He needs to pass Max, now.

As they get closer to a turn, he can picture the commentators yelling into their microphones about how Verstappen and Charles will be fighting for position any second now.

Any second.

“ …. Overtake, now!”

Charles turns the steering wheel, so does Max. It's a smooth turn, and the Red Bull driver can feel his own heartbeat quickening upon realizing how close the Ferrari is getting. Speaking of, Hamilton is catching up to them as well.

“Don’t let Charles pass you.”

Max quickly replies with a simple and straight to the point: “Understood.”

Everything around them feels like a blur when they speed down the straight, Charles getting closer and closer while Hamilton struggles to reach the two cars at the very front.

They're fighting for position, one front wheel almost touching the other’s. Charles adjusts his grip on the steering wheel for a brief moment, his hands holding it even firmer now. 

Another sharp turn incoming.

The audience and every team member is holding their breaths at this point, just watching the scene unfold. The Ferrari team are intensely watching; praying Charles will be successful in his overtake. Meanwhile, Christian Horner and his team seem disappointed. They can't let anyone else but Max win this.

Charles swerves to the outside, keeping Max near the apex. The adrenaline is rushing through their veins, but everything comes to a sudden stop when The Red Bull car’s front wing touches the rim of the Ferrari.

Even the slightest touch can make these cars spin out of control.

There's not much Charles can do at that moment, the spinning is way too fast for him to regain control over the vehicle. As his breath catches in his throat, he accepts the fate he cannot escape.

The audience cheering comes to a sudden stop, and they collectively gasp when there's a loud crash being heard across the circuit.

Charles Leclerc has hit the barrier within seconds. 

One of the wheels has flown off and the right side is completely wrecked. There's pieces of metal all over the ground surrounding the car. It's nothing a simple pit stop will fix.

The scent of burnt rubber fills the air, and the team members are yelling on the intercoms. No response from their driver.

“Charles? Are you okay?”

There's silence again, before Charles can be heard breathing. Fast but heavy breaths. Then, he groans; slowly coming back to his senses after those eventful five seconds. Everything happened so quickly he almost couldn't register it all properly.

“Are you okay?”

It's his team principal speaking this time, sounding very worried.

Charles blinks, opening his eyes and giving it another try to properly catch his breath. His vision is blurry, and there's a pounding pain in his body.

“Charles, say something if you can hear me.”

The commentators, audience and everyone alike is in disbelief of what's just happened. Everything is still, every sound reaching Charles’ ear comes off as muffled and distant. A hiss of paint escapes even when he tries to shift his sitting position a little.

Is he imagining things or is there blood running down his back? Maybe he doesn't want to know the answer to his own question this time.

Finally, the Ferrari driver speaks, and when he does, his tone is unreadable. 

“What happened?” He sounds confused, disoriented if you will. He knows well he'd crashed, but maybe he's seeking reassurance before the whole reality of the situation settles in.

“A collision with Verstappen. I’m asking you again- are you feeling alright? … Are you injured?”

No immediate response besides from an audible ‘fuck’ coming from Charles. With a sluggish motion, he reaches his arm up to move the visor up.

“... Max? Is he- is he okay?” His own worries are making themselves clear in his voice, as if he's desperate for an answer.

The team principal sighs. “You’re not supposed to worry about him right now, Charles. The Marshalls and the medical crew are on their way over. Stay still and calm.”

The Ferrari driver lets out a strained breath, finding himself closing his eyes again at the ever growing pain. Pulsing through his muscles and bones, down his spine and his whole back.

“Is Max okay?” Charles asks again, maybe the conversation is just a distraction from the situation. Or, he really does care about Max Verstappen that much.

A moment of silence before another man at the pit wall speakers through the radio. “We’ve been told he's okay. A little shaken up, but no injuries.”

The Monegasquan doesn't get the chance to speak again, before a crew member does.

“Can you feel your legs? Your arms? Do you feel any pain?”

“.... Are you sure he's fine? He didn't get hurt?” 

He really is desperate, he needs to know how his on-track rival is doing. He'd hate himself if they both got hurt because of all this.

“This isn't about Max. But, yes, we're sure. Please tell me if you're feeling any pain.”

It's clear from the start Charles isn't in the correct headspace to cooperate with the other members of the team. Even though he refuses to admit his own situation, the pain is seeping into his tone.

The team principal is just about to break the brief silence before Charles speaks again. All while the medical crew is getting closer.  “Tell Max I’m not angry. I don't care that he crashed into me.”

“But- you're probably injured, Charles. For fuck’s sake-”

“Tell him that, it's all I want.”

“Fine, I will. Now-”

“How’s Carlos?”

“Carlos is okay too, he'll see you at the hospital once everything is over. Now, please, take a deep breath. I know you feel stressed and hurt.”

Charles gives in and he takes a deep breath, he can hear the medical team and the car in a distance now. “I want to see him, right now.”

“Who? Carlos?”

“Max.”

“That won't happen. Tell me where it hurts the most, Charles.”

It's a quick paced conversation, leaving little to no air between every exchanged sentence between the driver and the team.

“At the hospital, tell him… to come to my room.” It's getting more difficult to make the words come out with his usual ease, the pain eating away at him is getting in the way. 

“With Christian too? Or just Verstappen?”

“Fuck no- Horner doesn't give a shit that I’m hurt.” Another quiet groan slips past his lips, though this time it might be his annoyance directed at Red Bull's team principal rather than anything else. “He just wants Max to win.”

“Stop talking about him for one second. Keep calm, that's all I’m asking you to do.” 

“- Christian will find his way to blame the crash on us, even if I’m fucking bleeding.”

It all feels like a haze when the medical crew arrives by the crashed Ferrari, helping Charles out of the car as the driver struggles to stand and properly support himself. As he's being led into the ambulance, the overwhelming pain and anxiety might as well knock him out.

The helmet’s been removed along with the rest of the gear at this point; gloves, earbuds, balaclava. The medical crew is gently examining him, checking the blood and bruises at the side of his back and if he's injured anywhere else.

It was a hard crash, and it definitely left its marks on Charles. Before he knows it, he's been taken from the circuit to the nearby hospital. He’d passed out in the back of the ambulance, when he wakes up again the pain has lessened. It feels dull. He must’ve been given medications.

It's not the worst crash in the history of Formula One, but it will still be remembered.

The fluorescent lights are bright when Charles finally opens his eyes, becoming aware of his surroundings and the hospital room he finds himself in. White walls and gray boring floor. Plain looking chairs and a shelf which lacks any decorations. There’s only two books in there and a plant made out of plastic.

The room is empty, but there are distant voices coming down the hall behind the closed door. He prays that the press isn’t here, it's probably the last thing he wants right now. 

He wants it to be just him and Max.

Just Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen.

The door opens, and a nurse comes in. Dressed in the usual hospital attire. The conversation is short lived, and he's barely paying attention. 

He's injured, he was bleeding- blah, blah, blah.  Where is his promised visitor?

“- Just let me know if you need anything, there's water on the side table if you need it. You do have two visitors, but after that I'd suggest getting some more rest.”

Charles gives a brief nod in response and the nurse soon disappears through the same door. A few beats of silence before steps can be heard approaching the room again. It's Carlos… and Max.

The two seem to whisper to themselves, as if to decide who would go into the room first. Carlos ends up staying out in the hallway, and Max steps inside. Closing the door shut behind him, before slowly approaching the bed.

“I heard you were really worried for me.” Max speaks up without any proper greeting, his tone is gentle and a little quiet. Far from the blunt type he'd usually be during race weekends. The Dutch man brings a chair over and sits down, Charles watches in silence.

Charles shifts, the movement itself doesn’t hurt as much anymore, but he’d be lying if he said his current situation wasn't uncomfortable, the way he’s still somewhat lethargic and the way his change of clothes feel against his skin. 

He doesn’t want to be here, but at least Max is here… with him.

“I was- I am worried about you.” he replies, his voice coming out weak but the genuine affection doesn’t go unnoticed to the other. Max can’t help but smile; a mixture of sadness, worry and relief on his face. 

Sad to see the fellow driver injured, but relieved to know he’s okay.

Max leans back in the chair and tilts his head slightly to the left. He lets out a quiet breath before saying: “But you’re the one in pain here, not me.”

“You’re right, but… “ Charles pauses, it’s unclear if he’s trailing off intentionally or not. “It doesn’t make me any less worried about you.”

A beat of silence, Max seems to think about what to say. Contemplating his choice of words as he fiddles with his hands. “... I worried about you too, a lot. Carlos too, of course.” He almost looks like he’s about to say something else, but he keeps his mouth shut.

The Red Bull driver doesn’t ask the words aloud, but the look in his eyes as their gazes meet says it all. His blue eyes glimmer in the bright light, as if to ask ‘how are you doing?’

“I’ve been better,” Charles says, trying to play it off like no big deal. “I think I’ll be out of here soon.”

“What about next week? WIll you be able to race?” 

The questions are quite surface-levelled, but Charles can feel there’s an underlying tone to them, other worries that Max is not saying outright. 

“We’ll see about that, but if I can’t do it, you’ll have to fight Carlos for a win instead.”

“It wouldn’t be as fun to race against Carlos” Max comments, looking down at his hands for a second. “It wouldn’t be the same thing, but- don’t tell him that.”

Charles raises an eyebrow, finding what he’d said a little amusing. 

“I won’t let him know that you obviously think I’m the better Ferrari driver.” He can’t stop himself from chuckling. His laugh is more often than not contagious and Max laughs quietly too. The worries eyes and soft smile remain on Max’s expression, it don’t seem like it will disappear anytime soon

The air is light, and so is the tone of their conversation. As if it’s an unspoken rule of theirs to not get overly personal in moments like this, especially when they know someone’s standing right outside the door.

“Can I ask what Christian is saying about all of this?” Charles suddenly asks, his own facial features softening. He never takes his eyes off of Max. There are so many things left unsaid in the silence filling between them, but they never delve further into it.

“He’s pretty upset, … I don’t think you’d want more details.”

Charles slowly nods, and he doesn’t ask any more questions regarding Red Bull’s team principal.

Max speaks again: “I think Carlos wants to see you now, I’d imagine he’s still a little shaken up too.” He rises from his seat before the other man can even let the words register in his hazy mind. Max is about to turn and leave before he faces Charles again.

“I’m really glad to know you’re okay-” he cuts himself off as if to think about what to say next. “I just want you to know that.”

Charles smiles; brighter than before and shifts another time. Without a word, he reaches his arms out in a cautious manner.

“Just hug me already.” he says, but he only got half way through the sentence before he feels Max’s arms around him. 

A careful grip - not wanting to hurt the other - but still one full of affection and care. Neither of them want to let go, and if one of them weren’t injured, Max would’ve pat his back too.

Nothing more is said after that, Max slowly pulls away from the hug. Knowing he should go so Carlos can get some alone time with Charles as well. The man lying on the bed watches as Max turns around and walks out. 

From rivals on the track to close friends in a hospital room, without the constant eyes on them and the press watching their every move.

[vinylshifting]

ANSWERING THESE 70 QUESTIONS

(but my dr self!)

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Sure, they dont really care ehat i do so thats nice

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

my girlfrienddd

03: Do you regret anything?

Moving to america wahh (even though it wasnt my choice)

04: Are you insecure?

not really

05: What is your relationship status?

taken <33

06: How do you want to die?

eithee in a super cool awesome way or at my own hands /hj

07: What did you last eat?

cant remember

08: Played any sports?

i like to play hockey sometimes

09: Do you bite your nails?

nope

10: When was your last physical fight?

cant remember

11: Do you like someone?

My girlfrienndd

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Yep

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Annoying ppl at school

14: Do you miss someone?

Not really tbh

15: Have any pets?

yes! my cat elivera

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Tired

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

Wouldnt you like to know

18: Are you scared of spiders?

Nope

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Maybe

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

What does that even mean bruh

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

sleep and play elden rings

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

NO

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

snake bites would be cool

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

Anything science or music

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

nope, but maybe my friends from my hometown when i was little

26: What are you craving right now?

Some zaxbys

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

never

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

Nope, my girlfriend is my first (and only) relationship

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

i dont think so

30: What’s irritating you right now?

School 100%

31: Does somebody love you?

My girlfriend

32: What is your favourite color?

Grey, any shade of grey

33: Do you have trust issues?

A tiny bit

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

Cant remember

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My online friend

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Sometimes

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Forget

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

I cherish every year

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

13??? maybe 14

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

No, and never plan to

51: Favourite food?

SOUP 🔥🔥 any kind i love soup

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Yes

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Probably jerk off scroll instagram reels

54: Is cheating ever okay?

No never

55: Are you mean?

I wouldnt say i am

56: How many people have you fist fought?

Idfk

57: Do you believe in true love?

Yes

58: Favourite weather?

RAIN, or cloudy days. i like the cold

59: Do you like the snow?

yes 100%

60: Do you wanna get married?

To my girlfriend yes

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

Only when its my girlfriend

62: What makes you happy?

My friends, Alcohol, My girlfriend

63: Would you change your name?

No

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Nope

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Pepper spray, im locked in with my girl

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

Not really

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

My mom

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My girlfriend

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

Yes

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

My girlfriend or my friends

(feel free to take this idea too!!)

[cosymelody]

To all the LU Sky fans and my dear mutual @yourlocaltreesimp

I have provided y'all with a snack come get y'alls food and eat up

Imagine Reader being more drowsy than normal on a nice rainy day, which causes the Yan!Chain to be slightly worried and concerned about whether or not they're sick only for Reader to explain to them the strange effect that rainy weather can cause on some people.

After a good and understandable explanation on how and why rainy weather can make people more sleepy than usual, Sky thinks it's only fair to offer them a well-deserved nap with him after everything that Reader has done for them.

•♫•♬• 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 •♬•♫•.

As you and the Chain had been traveling together, you could sense that it was going to rain soon due to the humidity lingering in the air. You alerted the rest of the group to the oncoming storm as the drowsiness began to set in, which led to all of you taking shelter and setting up camp in a large cave. Everyone began settling in, starting a fire for warmth, and preparing their bed rolls as you stood near the entrance of the cave. You stared at the now cloudy sky, your mind starting to drift off, and an overwhelming urge to nap was washing over you.

You could feel yourself drifting and swaying side to side as you began to doze off until Warriors placed his hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump slightly and look over at him with wide eyes.

"Are you alright, my dear? You seemed to be dozing off a little," Warriors said in a soft and warm tone as he took notice of your startled appearance.

"Yeah, I'm alright, Wars... Just a bit tired, I suppose,", you replied. The way you spoke was not entirely like how you normally speak. It was clear to see in your eyes how tired you truly were, which only resulted in the boys becoming more worried over you. They continuously questioned you about whether you were really okay and if you were feeling sick.

Eventually, you began to explain how, in your time, the weather can sometimes affect people's behaviors and how rainy weather usually makes people more sleepy than normal. They all seemed to understand your statements before Sky spoke out in a gentle and soothing tone.

"Well, you can take a nap with me. Only if you'd like to, of course."

You honestly weren't expecting him to make such an offer, yet you somewhat did, knowing how much he liked naps. After a moment of thinking it over and not noticing the few glares Sky was being given, you made a decision to take him up on his offer.

"Sure, that actually sounds quite nice now that I think about it."

Sky's smile widened with pure joy as you replied. He moved over to his bed roll and sat down, waiting for you to come over and lay down with him as his heart began to soar. You made your way over to him and laid next to him as he laid back and opened his arms in order to hold you. You slid under the soft, warm blanket and wrapped your arms around his waist, letting out a content sigh as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest.

You began to quickly drift off into the land of sleep, and Sky followed shortly after as he listened to your relaxed breathing and steady heartbeat. Laying with him was so warm and comforting that you couldn't help it. You both embraced one another tightly as you slept, unaware of the other Links, who looked on with jealousy.

"Lucky bastard," they muttered under their breath, envious of the intimate connection you and Sky shared. As the night went on, the other Links couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for a similar bond with you, wishing they too could experience such warmth and contentment while being held in your arms. But for now, they could only watch in envy as you and Sky peacefully slept, wrapped in each other's arms.

[come-down-that-tree]

Prologue Previous

Come Down That Tree! (an aftermare story)

Chapter 12: मंद-मंद बरखा तेज हो जाई

The twins laughed and bantered all the way back to the tree. It felt like ages since last time they had fun like that together. That fact alone almost sobered him down from this joyful energy if not for his very conscious effort to keep any bad thoughts at bay for now. So he tackled his brother, made him roll right back at the start of the hill they were climbing.

He giggled at his shrieking brethren tumbling on the uneven ground, pieces of grass and earth flying everywhere. Will the former exercise his right to revenge as soon as possible? Yes. Did he regret his actions? Never.

Nightmare however decided to walk a little faster (just a notch) when Dream seemed to conclude barreling in his direction was the right thing to do in retaliation.

Help.

He only escaped after a noogie and some mean tickles. 

And soon, they started to head anew towards their very home and duty.

“What do you think Geno did of his day with us away?”, he inquired.

Dream took an instant to straighten the folds in his outfit before leaning against his side, making the duo walking a bit lopsided.

“I bet he slept the whole day away.”

Nightmare chuckled and nodded.

The rest of the path was filled with meaningless chatter and soon they arrived at their place, the last of today’s rays of sun warming their backs. Where they could see their guest lying in the grass. 

They stopped right next to him and Geno all but lazily stretched and angled himself better to look at them.

“‘sup?”

The twins shared a glance before absolutely losing it, full on snickering at the probably confused and still drowsy skeleton. It seemed their assumptions were on point. 

Nightmare was so caught up in his fit of uncontrolled happiness he didn’t notice the lopsided smile on the other’s face. After he finally somewhat calmed down, he listened to Dream inquiring of the monster's whereabouts.

He instantly sobered down at hearing he had been visited earlier for some reason.

He kept quiet as Geno commented on a potential tempest tonight and only found back his voice when a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Ah, it's already starting to rain…"

Ah, rain! Obviously, it was raining! The guardian had absolutely no reason to cry after all. 

Nightmare sighed as a quiet drizzle started to fall on the three.

"And we just finished drying…"

His complaint seemed to fall into deaf ears as his twin decided to just enjoy the weather by twirling and doing cartwheels in the grass.

Geno was for some reason encouraging the endeavor, now propped on his elbows but still very much not up.

Was there something in the water making people lose their last marbles or something?

Nightmare took a few steps back to watch the scene and discreetly change to his pants again. The skirt flopped on the ground and he carefully folded it. It went directly back into Dream’s basket and he slided down the trunk until he was sitting on the dirt. The dirt was soft under his fingers.

Then, the guardian put his head against his knees and sighed softly. Joyful noises were all around him and it was… nice…

He listened to the leaves brushing together under the wind over his head, to the few brave birds chirping up there and to the other two being dumb and dumber.

Yes, it was very nice.

He could get used to that.

He sneaked a glance at the other two and grinned at their antics. The sky was starting to get very cloudy as luminosity declined and the still gentle rain was starting to really make itself known.

Nightmare liked the noise of rain, he didn’t fear rainy nights. Those were nights where they relied on the tree to protect them. It was nice to have the roles switched once in a while. He could fall asleep against the roots and think of his mother embracing them. The leaves were thick enough to stop a good part of the potentially pouring water and while, waking up soaked did happen, it was not that bad. They never got sick that way so far, he theorized their status as energy beings made them sturdier to that kind of stuff too.

Listening to the drizzle almost lulled him to sleep. 

Until a rumbling tore through the sky.

He startled awake.

Ah.

Right.

The tempest.

He forgot about that. 

A loud screech made him turn his head back to the others only to see a slightly panicked skeleton cross his eyes. Why was Geno looking so distressed now? 

He had his eye wide and shiny and his movements jerky as he looked around, as if searching for something. Worrying about whatever it was. He was going to ask what was this fuss about but the other beat him to that.

“What was that?”

Nightmare watched Geno pointing up to the immensity of the darkened sky, still agitated but calming down by the minute.

“...thunder?”, the guardian answered cautiously.

“Oh.”

The skeleton fiddled with his scarf looking pensive.

“What did you think it was?”

“A landslide.”

What?

“Why would you think that?”

Dream was making various confused noises in the background, he did not seem to want to properly join the conversation however. Conversation he would gladly quit as well if possible.

“It happens sometimes at home, it’s dangerous.”

And he left it at that, no more explanations. He couldn’t do this to him. Did he live on a mountain or something? But he said once he didn’t see the sky much wherever he lived before. And he would recognize thunder? Where did this guy come from? A cave!???

He mulled over this new mystery, promptly ignoring how Geno was still twitchling anxiously at each grumbling from above.

Dream tapped on his shoulder, getting his attention not a minute later. He leaned close to his head and mused something quietly to him.

“Shouldn’t we ask him to take shelter for the night?”

The hand touch disappeared before he could utter a single word and he watched his twin approach their guest. He watched him smile warmly and take his hands in his own hand before suggesting that he got down to the village for the night.

Something twisted inside Nightmare.

Geno was quick to decline the offer, boastering it wasn’t some background noise that would put him down for good. Each argument was taken down with strength and an absurd amount of confidence.

It seemed impossible to deter him.  

So he would stay right there. With them. Getting soaked to the bone. Did he even know what a tempest was? 

All he could do now was to hope that the tempest was going to be mild at worst.

Water started pouring down with a fierce energy, as if to prove him wrong, the very next instant.

Drat.

End of chapter 12

Go to chapter 13?

@dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont

Geno!Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies Nightmare, Dream and dreamtale belong to @/jokublog

[thebottomfromhell]

I can't stop thinking about dating Sekido. I have a hedcanon that he likes to admire lightning, thunder and, you know, any bad weather that is associated with the hot-tempered nature of our man. So, I was curious how such a date with Sekido would go, when a human reader leads him to look at a thunderstorm, but Sekido is Sekido, you know, an attitude like "what nonsense!" and "I'm sick of your romance." Our aggressive man deserves a good rest sometimes <3

It's a really interesting hc, Sekido would be kin with thunder and lightning. I hope you like it, I haven't been in a thunderstorm in years, so this is what we got. Also, sorry for the wait.

Date with Sekido under a Thunderstorm with GN Human Reader.

Warnings: ... idk just don't bring your date under a thunderstorm in real life.

Sekido doesn't like to separate from the other clones, mostly because he knows they will have something broken or ruined by the time he comes back. For some reason you were were insistent that you had to go out today, and yes to-DAY! It's day time and he is not hiding from the sun! Then again, the sky is very cloudy, he can easily walk around without being burned to death, but still. He is afraid, not that he will admit it, of the clounds moving, since is also very windy. He just knows a storm is coming.

"I said we should head back, you stupid fuck! We both could die today and you want to be outside right now?!" He screams as you keep pulling him into heights, but he is right, the same way the sun is a threat to him, the storm is a threat to you. But Sekido just lets you guide him, he is way stronger than you, and could easily get free and leave you. It's hard to say if he actually wants to be here or if he is just afraid you will die while he is gone. Once you arrive you have the view of the mount Fuji, some trees and some houses before you. "We are here."

He growls after you said it, the view is nice, but nothing worth risking both of your lives like this. "YOU FORCED ME ALL THE WAY TO HERE FOR THIS?!" And just after he finishes speaking there is an electric light going down from the sky just in the tree you, to less than a second passes before the thunder sound resonates. This is what ge meant, he won't die from a thunder striking him, but you will. Still he can only look at the burned outside-out and cut in a half tree, still in fire from the lightning.

You turn around, to be honest you got a bit dcared right there when you felt the heat in your back, but it took you a few breaths to calm down as Sekido walkes up to the tree. There is a blink of light in the sky the second he touches it, another striking sound less than seconds later. There is no rain, bur the air is humid, dense and heavy, so you can feel as if you were wet and dry at the same time, as if you were surrounded by steam from water.

"I heard there would be a thunderstorm here as the town bearby started to prepare for it. I wanted to spend it with you." You tell Sekido as he watches the view the heights give you again, heavier hair moving by the wind, again a flash of light, and a thunder less than seconds after. Sekido is above humans, he is the apex predator with his equals, other animals don't face better than humans an encounter with demons, except most demons are not into wasting time in a flesh that will not get them stronger and is not as tasty as the human one. It's not their prey.

Because of that is hard to forget how strong nature actually is, how destructive, how lethal. Besides the sun, nature can't kill a demon, Sekido is stronger than lightning in that sense, but he can help but... respect it? He doesn't think that is the word he is looking for, but is the closest he can find right now. There is something one just must admire from this forces that seem to exist only to create destruction, just like his race. It feels like... like a call. Another lightning appears at the distance amd he can hear the thunder as a roar of anger.

"I always feared thunder and lightning when I was a kid, you know. In any other situation I would have done like the people in town amd tried to hide." Sekido doesn't even look at you, lost in the storm as you grab his hand, in takes him a while to realize you did. He sqeezes it alightly as a reflex and turns his head to look at you when he does. "It reminds me of you."

He blushes as hard as he frowns at your words, pulling his hand back to himself before walking away from you. "Quit that sappy nonsense! If you wanted to die you could just have said so! I am going back home before it starts raining or worse, the suns come out!" Another thunder sounds, this one was louder.... "Sekido! Wait for me!"

As you both walk home you can see he is still gazing the sky, face relaxed as you don't talk. That is good enough, he likes this moment. But again, you could have been a bit smarter with the date settings. Keep that in mind for the next time. "Thank you for bringing me here." He murmurs, almost as if he was talking to himself, but you manage to hear it, making you smile. It was worth it. "You're welcome."

Another lightning crashes in the tree besides you.... yeah, you still have to be smarter when choosing your date setting. "... You are an idiot...."

[boltupbitches]

Coffee Spills - Justin Herbert

The morning starting out pretty well for Justin. He got up early, spent some time in the gym at his house, cuddled with his cat Nova, and his favorite hole-in-the-wall cafe was not busy at all at 10:00am on a Wednesday. Maybe it was the cloudy weather and rain keeping people from being out in the typical sunny southern California weather. If anything, he was extremely grateful.

"A medium iced mocha for Justin!" the barista called from the bar.

Justin got up from leather couch and went to get his drink. He mumbled a thank you to the barista and slipped a $20 in the tipping jar as he turned around.

Just as he did, he collided with another person and he stumbled a bit in shock, his drink flying forward and onto the person in front of him.

"Oh my god!" A feminine voice shouted.

Justin looked up in shock to see a young woman attempting to plot away the large, dark coffee stain that spread across her white blouse. She was dressed in business casual clothing and Justin had a sinking feeling he just ruined her shirt.

"Oh shit! I am so sorry!" He stumbled over his apology, immediately grabbing handfuls of paper napkins and attempting to blot the shirt as well.

The young woman sniffled and swatted his hand away. "No, no, it's ok. I suppose this is icing on the cake of my life. I don't get the job I wanted and then get coffee spilled on me." She started to walk towards a table in the corner, quickly ducking her head into her folded arms.

Justin stood there helplessly for a minute, looking to the approaching barista with a mop, unsure of what to say or do. "I'm very sorry for the mess." He said to the barista, who just shrugged her shoulder and smiled.

"Shit happens, dude. Don't sweat it. But, if I were you, I'd offer to replace the shirt of that lady over there. It sounds like she's not having a good day." She smiled at him and started to mop up the spill.

Justin scratched his head slightly before looking at the woman again. 'Fucking great job, Herbert," he thought bitterly to himself.

------

Anya had her head pressed down into the corner of her elbow, her chai latte long forgotten in front of her as she quietly continued to cry.

Her day was absolute shit. Just the worst day she's had in a long time. She was certain she'd be moving back to Washington after this last failed interview. There was no way she was going to remain in Los Angeles after the latest fiasco.

It didn't help her feel any better to have coffee spilled on her and that she publicly freaked out on a poor guy that didn't mean too.

Honestly, the floor could open up right now and swallow her up and she'd be thankful.

"Ehem." She heard.

She wiped her eyes and looked up to a sheepish looking man smiling awkwardly at her. Her eyes trailed down to see him holding out a plate with a slice of chocolate mousse cake on it. In fact, he was holding two plates.

"Hi.. um, may I sit here?" He asked.

She blinked at him before nodding shyly.

He sat down and gently slid the slice of cake over to her. "My name is Justin and I came over to say that I am so sorry for spilling my drink on you. I didn't realize anyone was standing close behind me and I should have paid better attention to where I was going. Please tell me how much your shirt cost and I can either pay for it to get dry cleaned or give you money to replace it." He rambled, his cheeks burning red with obvious embarrassment. He was very bashful, choosing to stare down at his hands as he spoke, not once making eye contact.

Anya smiled, wiping her eyes again before speaking, "You don't have to do that. It was an honest accident and I was having a bad day. I'm sorry as well for freaking out on you. What happened wasn't intentional and I've had my equal share of moments like that too. All is forgiven." She smiled at him and held her hand out to him over the table. "My name is Anya, by the way, and it is very nice to meet you Justin."

He shook it and smiled back. "Well, for what it's worth, bad days are few and far inbetween. Hopefully the next day will be a better one - at least that's what I always hope for."

She nodded at that. "I hope so. I didn't get the job I interviewed for, even though I was plenty qualified. No reason was given either. I guess that's just how things are sometimes." She looked down at her lap. She couldn't believe she was sharing such personal information with a stranger.

"Well, if they were dumb enough to overlook you as a candidate, then they clearly weren't the ones for you. What field are you working in?" He inquired.

"Well, not working right now per se, but I'm trying to get back into data analytics, but it is a field heavily dominated by men.. and as a young woman, I am usually the ONLY woman at these interviews with men much older than me. I often think they see me as incapable and inexperienced because of my appearance and my age. Yet, I'm sure if I had applied to be there personal secretary, I probably would have been a shoo-in." She said bitterly.

"That's total bullshit. Are there any women-led companies in the city you could apply for?" Justin asked, slightly angered at the idea of it all. He didn't know Anya well, but he felt for her. No one deserved to be disrespected like that.

"I've looked, but with only a BA currently and my MA half-completed at this point, it's been hard to get interviews with really good companies." She said.

"Well, where I work we might have something like that. I can ask around if you'd like. Do you have a Linkedin?"

Anya nodded and pulled out her phone. "Yeah, could I email it or text it to you? Who do you work for?"

Justin frozed up for a brief moment before clearing his throat. He hadn't thought that part through well enough. "I.. um. I work for the LA Chargers as a quarterback.. I play football for a living." He said lowly.

Anya blinked in shock. "Really no way? For real?"

Justin nodded and quickly looked himself up, cringing internally as he held up his Wikipedia page to her on his phone. Anya's eyes widen even more at the information.

"Well.. holy shit. I've never met someone who has their own Wikipedia page!" She laughed in shock.

"Yeah.. it's not that big of a deal.. really. I just didn't want you to think I was being a creep or something for asking for your personal info.. If you'd like, I can forward information over to our HR and see what's available. I don't know how much weight I have in hiring decisions to be fair, but knowing someone in the company might help." He offered.

Anya nodded in excitement at the prospect. "No.. I mean yeah, I totally get what you're saying. I'm just shocked.. You don't even really know me and you're being more than kind. The cake, offering to pay for my shirt, and now trying to help me get a job? I'm just not used to such kindness in a city like LA. I'm from a little town in Washington who has gotten used to the lack of hospitality here."

Justin nodded. "I totally get it. I'm from Oregon and it's a very different place than where I'm from too.. and yeah, I just figured I can help where I can... and maybe you're phone number?" He asked shyly.

Anya giggled at that last part. "Well, Mr. I-Have-My-Own-Wikipedia-Page, I think I can do that."

He smiled back shyly at that. "We'll have to try somewhere where I can't spill coffee on you," he joked.

"Well, wine stains as well so I better avoid where white near you!" she joked back.

As the two continued chatting in the corner of the cafe, the barista from earlier leaned against the side of the counter, gesturing to her coworker, "You see, I'm 2 for 2 this week in my matchmaking."

Her coworker rolled his eyes and said, "If only your own love life was that exciting."

"You ain't no better!"

They started to bicker quietly as Justin and Anya continued to be in their own little world together, both of them thinking, 'coffee spills aren't so bad afterall.'

[cryptidsurveys]

Thursday, September 5th, 2024.

Who do you talk to about personal problems? Mainly my dad and my therapist. I have started opening up to my mom a little bit (not only with problems, but with things of a personal nature, the past, etc), but I'm trying to do it in small increments that way I can draw back at any time if things get too uncomfortable. And I could go to Oliver, but I prefer not to. There was a time in our friendship when I leaned on them far too heavily; it wasn't healthy and I don't want to repeat it. I know that they would be there for me if I needed them, but it's enough to simply feel their supportive presence while chatting about random whatnot, laughing over a silly video, or something like that.

Do you wear make-up? I haven't worn makeup for years. This is apparently how my brain works: I would wear it if I had any actual skill, but I'm not willing to practice in order to develop that skill. So…barefaced it is.

Do you shower daily? Not quite. There's usually one day a week when I don't bother, and today was that day. My dad and I went to the Mountain Park and aside from a brief stop at Carl's Jr. I wasn't planning on being around anyone long enough (or close enough) for it to matter.

Do you think any guys are going to take this survey? It's possible. I know of at least one guy in the survey-taking realm, but will he take (or has he taken) this survey specifically? Idk.

Do you love to shop? I actually really enjoy going grocery shopping, especially during the holiday season. I go a little bit overboard when it comes to holiday treats. When it comes to other things, it's like a potential addiction that's reasonably well-controlled. I know I don't truly need (or sometimes even want) new things. It's just my brain looking for that dopamine hit or attempting to fill a void, and I can usually catch myself before making a pointless purchase.

What is your favourite accessory? Do lip piercings count? I've had them for so long that I wouldn't feel like myself without them. I have an Italian charm bracelet that I wear all the time as well. Rings are also nice, but I only wear them occasionally.

Tampons or pads? Blah.

How old were you when you had your first boyfriend? I was just about to turn 13. I'm not even sure if I should count it because it was a middle school relationship, but we did date for a little over a year. It also raises the question of which relationships should count because it's not like there was a hard line between serious and unserious. Although, tbh, I don't think I've had one that was truly serious… I loved those people, sure, but damn - none of those relationships were mature, healthy, or sustainable.

If you were to have sex right now, would you use a condom? I don't want to have sex with anyone.

Do you think it’s bad to have sex at your age? No.

Would you cry if you got pregnant? Yeah. Definitely not happy tears. This is why I would probably refrain from sex in certain situations - I just don't trust various forms of birth control to do their job and I don't want any surprises.

Do you have real or fake fingernails? Real.

Are you content with the current weather? Yesss. It's cool and cloudy and it's been raining on and off all day. Perfect Mountain Park weather with undeniable hints of autumn.

Do you own many pairs of shorts? No.

Is there a place you’d rather be right now? I'm fine with being here for the time being, but I am serious when I say I'm going to take some extra time off here and there to get out to the mountains. At least…I hope I'm serious. Future Me, don't let me down, okay? Take some fvcking TIME for YOURSELF.

Is there an article of clothing you need to buy right now? There was an article of clothing I wanted to buy, but I ended up getting it for free thanks to Veronica (a board member at the animal shelter). She was in the other day and saw me wearing a staff shirt, so she asked, "Does that mean…or are you just…?" And I was like, "Yeah, I'm still just a volunteer, ahah." But she had me go up to the front where they have some shirts and merch and such and pick out a few things, one of which was a pine green sweater I had been eyeing. I was planning on buying it once the weather cooled off if it was still there, so…score! :')

Is there a situation you currently feel hopeless about? Kind of, yeah, which is funny because this situation is going to end come September 21st. Alex is leaving!!! My brain just can't seem to comprehend that it's going to be over sooner than I think, and then I'll never have to deal with her again. I am so excited to see how our little cattery group will develop after she's gone. I feel like it's going to be so much more supportive and chill.

Have you ever wanted to get drunk and take your mind off of everything? In the past, yeah. Nowadays, getting drunk just sounds…ugh. Fun in theory but probably regrettable in reality.

How long does it take you in the shower? 10-15 minutes.

Does your password have to do with a person? One of them does.

Do you believe that it is best to have a friendship first then love? I don't know what's "best," but I would like to take things slow in future relationships.

Do you have any fun plans for tomorrow? I'll be at the animal shelter for a full day.

Have you ever had to choose between two people? Maybe kinda sorta.

Do you think 2018 will top 2017? 2018 was an absolute dumpster fire. Probably the rock bottomiest of all my rock bottoms. The following years were a jagged climb, but THANK GOD I am so far away from that place now.

Have you ever been in a hospital? Yeah.

[suvidrache]

Can I have alex Keller for 13 please?

The valentine time event< make it easier for you to keep track of :)

Accidental Touches

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Word Count: 652 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad | Event List

You did not have to work today, and you sat on the couch, the TV playing in the background, long forgotten as you scrolled on your phone.

It was nearly time for lunch. The forecast said it would be a sunny day, but the weather wasn't as predicted. It was cloudy and looked like it just might rain.

You got up from the couch, putting your phone in your pocket as you headed into the kitchen.

You looked around, debating whether you wanted to cook or order takeout.

You opened the fridge. Nothing, you hadn't gone shopping for a while and had been needing to.

You sighed as you closed the door and got dressed for the day. Planning to get groceries and then see if you wanted to cook or get takeout. 

You got in your car and headed to the store. 

Waiting a few minutes in the parking lot before getting out.

As you sat in your car, you saw a man.

Light brown hair, a light brown jacket, and a multicolored scarf.

You couldn't help but watch as he walked between some cars and went into the store. Fortunately, he hadn't seen you staring at him.

You blinked and shook your head. "He probably has a wife or something. There's no way he's single." You said to yourself as you got out of the car and locked it behind you.

You went inside and grabbed a handbasket, not intending on buying too much.

You walked slowly through the store, looking at various items, deciding if you wanted it now or for later, moving on when you thought 'no' to both.

You picked up some hamburgers and drinks.

Heading back over to the vegetables you had passed on the way in. You didn't want them to get crushed by the bigger items and, at the time, didn't think you wanted them.

You reached your hand out and grabbed a radish, just as a man grabbed your hand.

You looked at him and he turned his head to look at you before looking down at what his hand was grabbing. Instantly, he let go and put his hand up in surrender.

"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to." He said as he lifted his hand further to rub the back of his head. "I should have been paying more attention. Sorry about that."

It was the man you had been staring at in the parking lot.

You smiled as you extended a hand to him. "It's ok, I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

"I'm Alex. Nice to meet you too." He shook your hand and had a small smile.

You picked up the radish and offered it to him. He thanked you, as you picked up another radish and put it in your basket.

"Are you from around here? I don't think I've ever seen you around."

"Yeah, I'm usually at work, unfortunately."

"Oh, I understand that," Alex said as he walked with you to the checkout.

"What do you do for a living?"

"Military. What about you?"

"Retail."

As the two of you got closer to the line, Alex took a step back and gestured toward the line. You could go in front. You smiled and thanked him, placing your basket on the conveyor belt.

You paid for your groceries and stood near the payment area as Alex put the small number of groceries he had on the belt.

Before he could get his wallet out to pay, you slid your card in and paid for his groceries.

He smiled and thanked you as the two of you headed from the store.

He stopped suddenly and looked at you. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"

You looked at him, "I'd love to."

He smiled and put your number in his phone, promising to call or text you later, before heading to his car.

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[phoenix-positivity]

22 april 2024 - have a feeling this will be venty

I have that feeling cause I just started dissociating as I opened this. Maybe I already did before. Am I forgetting why I wanted to make this post? It's getting harder to breathe? Why? What a strange feeling. Overwhelming. Fear in my arms again. Let me move my body around and come back to this. Maybe get a sour candy. Smell a scent stick.

It helped a bit. I have a little spiky ball and I grabbed a plushie to hug. The sour candy was nice. My head started hurting though. I'm still feeling triggered. I don't really know why.

I've not been able to write much on here cause I keep dissociating too much or feel too triggered. I don't remember what the last thing I wrote was..

It makes sense though. Even though I've been very lucky with lot's of rain and cloudy weather!! The plants still grow though, perhaps even more with all the water. Sometimes the rain makes them emit more scent. Like the earth itself will smell. I still don't know what the sources are for the scents that trigger me. It's likely a cocktail of many different things.

I find it hard to actually stand still and face the triggers instead of rushing and trying to get away faster. I've tried standing still and it just keeps building up and up and it makes me want to give up before it starts decreasing, though I did it today too and I focused really hard on grounding and it felt like I had at least taken the edge of. But yeah I am surely avoiding it, I guess I don't feel strong enough to bear the pain perhaps. Or well, it's normal to want to go away from pain. At least I still take my dog for walks and walk through the areas where the scents are bad.

I also said to my therapist last week I felt the trauma I wanted to process that session wasn't bad enough to warrant processing. She replied saying that if that were the case we could start the processing and if we discovered it was no big deal for me then I would be feeling fine and we could just do something else. Obviously it was a big deal for me. I did partly process some triggers during the EMDR as well.

It also makes sense because a big triggering holiday is coming up this week. I've been sensing it's approach for some weeks now. I will do exposure during it. Actually.. it might be good to process that in my next therapy session too. Let me look something up in my trauma diary.. (not the best idea, I admit)

I ended up reading the whole diary. It makes me see how far I have come in my healing. Comparing my current situation to back then. That is hopeful.

Someday, a future me will be reading these journal entries. And they will think what I think now: "wow, I've improved so much compared to the past"

Hope.

This is but a moment in time. A painful journey to travel.

On a brighter side. I purchased VIP tickets to go see a concert and get my album signed and meet the artists. This year is a good concert year for sure. Going to concerts by myself opens up a lot of fun experiences.

I have also been working on my sleeping schedule as much as I've been able to hold myself accountable. Which is why right now I need to turn off my pc and get into bed. I've purchased a white noise machine and I've been using multiple different sound options to fall asleep. It really does make me feel safer in bed. It's a noticeable difference.

I can do this. Being triggered might make it feel like the world is standing still but this is just another day among many. The sun will set and rise again.

Dissociation doesn't last forever. It comes and goes. I will feel fully grounded again. I wont feel this way forever. I wont get 'stuck in this setting'.

Even if my dreams wont be good I will wake up and get to experience a new day and my dreams can be forgotten again.

I can recharge in bed with my plushie. It's okay to feel scared. But there is no danger in bed. The music box will be there for a comforting melody. It will be okay.

[calmcoldevening]

I have a question :D can you do another chris walker headcanon? I love reading your stuff i think it is very cool. Love it ❤️🐷

Of course! I love this man so much. He's cute, pretty... The best little boy ever. Well, you didn't write anything specific, so i wrote about him as yandere. Okay?

TW: mention of yandere, gn!reader

• You have been working at the Mercoff company for about a month. It was difficult at first, but you quickly adapted and got used to both patients and staff. Outside of the work environment, all these people, well, most of them, were very nice people. Why did these people work in such a terrible place where ordinary patients were tortured? Well, you should know the answer to that. Money. An impressive salary and various privileges did their job, attracting many worthy people. However, many workers were just sadists and rejoiced in the torments of their victims.

• But not everyone was like that. For example, Chris Walker. The man did not immediately attract your attention. At first, it was a small intersection in the middle of the working day during breaks at the coffee machine or at the beginning of the day when you just came to the hospital and signed for your arrival. He was a kind, plump man with a big heart. Sometimes he would say some stupid, but very funny joke, causing you to have a bright smile, or throw a warm, trembling look in your direction. But you didn't immediately betray the significance of this. Chris was very kind and attentive to you, but you thought that he communicates like this with absolutely everyone.

• Over time, his actions have become somewhat more intrusive. He is a security guard and always watches the cameras. And it always turns out in an amazing way to be in a place where some colleague is pestering you. They will say something to him, Chris will painfully clench his teeth, but after a moment he will turn to you with a loving, excited smile on his face and gently touch your back, asking if you are okay.

• This man is very protective. But if he becomes too intrusive and you feel uncomfortable, he immediately slows down the pace. Chris is always trying to make sure that you are all right. If you are not offended, you have slept, eaten and received a daily dose of your favorite chocolate, this man will glow with happiness.

• When you start dating and living together, Chris will try to help you around the house, given his difficult work schedule. To wash the dishes, throw out the trash, go to the store, all this is a mere trifle for him. He won't tolerate you carrying heavy things. By no means.

• An evening with him is a lot of small loving kisses on your face and body.

• He is very attentive, even too attentive. And yet, I think it will be a very happy relationship for both of you.

• Did you like his pig? God, he's so glad that you, the little sun, liked his toy!

• Remembers everything about you, starting from your favorite color, and ending with the birthday of your cousin on your mother's side. Celebrating your every anniversary, huh.

• During the day, he writes all sorts of SMS messages and asks how you feel.

• When you haven't met yet, all his dreams were with your participation. Chris felt like a teenager in love!

• He has a picture in his wallet of you smiling and holding his pig.

• Sometimes he can still be too intrusive. For example, he may be against you going to spend the night with your girlfriend in such cloudy weather. What if it rains and something happens to you, and I won't be around? Honey, do you want ice cream? It's very cold now, what if you get sick after that, maybe another time?

• Chris is quite hot-tempered, but if he sees how you scare during his breakdowns, he will try to control himself better.

• If you go for a walk somewhere, Walker will hold your hand tightly. I just don't want you to fall. Or you were taken from me.

• Caring. Protective. But he's cute. Sweet boy.

I'm not sure it looks like yandere, but i tried. I'm just not very good at this topic, but it seemed interesting :) I hope, you like it!

[corinneecrivaine]

Kit and Jade Fanfiction

The Day You Healed My Soul

Queer romance

Part 1

Part 1

Kit was standing at the grave of her late beloved.

Unprotected, the rain poured down on her face and mingled with her tears. The storm rumbled as powerfully as the beating of her heart in her chest, as if it wanted to leave this battered soul and seek refuge elsewhere. Far, far away from this cursed place of sadness. She placed a final kiss with her hand on the epitaph next to her love's name, "Emma Mills beloved February 17, 2000-March 15, 2023", and left without looking back.

*******

Arriving at Lyon St Exupéry airport, Kit made her way to the check-in counter. The hostess was smiling and soft-spoken.

- Nice destination for a nice vacation.

- Thank you. (Kit replied with a smile).

After security checks, she made her way to the gate and waited. The call came over the loudspeakers:

"Passengers for Tropical Airlines flight to The Brightly Stars island, boarding now at gate 7".

A final check of papers and boarding pass, and she was off. No turning back.

She gazed out of the plane's window at the cloudy expanse, thinking of her childhood, her life, what she was leaving behind, not knowing what she would find.

Her thought for the love of her life.

She had been happy with every moment she spent with Emma. She was so sweet in her way of being and expressing herself, so smiling and soothing. Emma was a wonderful young woman, always looking for the positive side in life and in people. When Kit was in her presence, she didn't feel the need to talk; her company was enough for her. A simple glance and they understood each other. Everything about her brought her joy. She filled some of the void left by the absence of a father. Her father had abandoned her at birth. She never knew the real reason for his departure. Unaware of where he might be, somewhere in this vast world. Emma was always there, supporting her in all her decisions, even if at times they disagreed and their relationship was sometimes stormy.

When the doctors diagnosed her illness, the world collapsed, the earth cracked and the abyss swallowed her up. She was so young, only 23. Kit took care of her as best she could, but she watched her deteriorate with each passing month. Feeling completely helpless, useless, impotent, she had no power to heal her. She wasn't one of those superheroes. She was just Kit.

Life often reminds us that we are but a few things in this immensity.

A few tears rolled down her cheeks, which she wiped away with a wave of her hand. She'd grown up with the absence of a father, now she'd have to live with the absence of her Beloved, who left a gaping hole in her heart and ripped out part of her soul.

Perhaps this new place she was heading to would bring her what she'd always been looking for ? Maybe she'd find a Band-Aid for the scars not only on her body, which she hid with a bandage on her right arm, but also on her soul.

The stewardess approached her and gently asked if she wanted something to eat or drink. She declined with a smile, put on her headphones and closed her eyes, lulled by the music to escap

A total of 15 hours in the air before reaching our destination. It had been a long journey, but Kit had taken the opportunity to write his gratitude journal and his novel before falling asleep.

The captain's voice came over the loudspeakers.

"Madam, Sir, we are arriving at The Tropical Airport. In view of our imminent landing we invite you to return to your seats and fasten your seat belts. Please ensure that your hand luggage is located under the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Doors and exits must remain clear of luggage. The weather at The Brightly Stars island is sunny and the temperature is 31°. We wish you a wonderful stay."

Kit hadn't chosen this destination at random. Emma had always wanted to go to The Brightly Stars island for their wedding night, she joked. She wanted to spend a few months or more there. They'd talked about it for days, planning their stay and laughing together about the time they'd spend in this heavenly place. This was the promise they made to each other when Emma fell ill. What the young woman never knew was that Kit had every intention of proposing to her. But fate decided otherwise. She had bought the ring, which she now kept as a necklace, closest to her heart.

After his death and a long period of hesitation, Kit did some research and answered an advertisement from a restaurant owner who was looking for an employee to run the bar. She was no stranger to this kind of job, having worked as a barmaid to pay for her literary studies. Three months passed before she made her decision and the owner responded and accepted her application. Three empty, lonely months. Three long months of not hearing Emma's voice, not feeling her presence, listening to her sing and laugh. Three months of returning to this house deprived of life, warmth and love. Having had several video interviews with the manager, his wife and their daughter. Explaining to them a tiny part of the reasons why she had made this choice. The remote interviews were simple, natural and spontaneous.

Despite her suffering, she remained a jovial person, always smiling and pleasant. It was only a facade, the light that hides the darkness but cannot eternally hide the shadow that follows her.

The Tropical Airport was nothing like those huge airports where you could easily get lost if you weren't used to traveling. It had a single runway and a single terminal.

As soon as the plane landed and reached the boarding gate, Kit presented herself to an agent for a passport check and headed for the baggage carousel. Once she'd retrieved her suitcase, she headed for the exit, where a young girl with tousled red hair was waiting for her with her name on a sign. She greeted her with a beautiful, expressive smile.

- Hi, I'm Jade.

- Hello, Kit.

- Did you have a good trip? Not too long?

- It was fine. I've been busy.

Jade spoke with a benevolence in her voice, soothing and serene that she could reassure anyone beside her. So majestic in her light outfit, an orange T-shirt and white shorts. And those deep, kindly eyes that Kit could lose herself in. Enchanted by her fine face, with its tanned complexion and freckles that gave her a little charm, her long, autumn-colored hair embellished her natural beauty.

- I'll take you to your lodgings. You can get some rest.

Jade's parents had left her an apartment. Of course, Kit paid rent, a modest sum, so as not to owe them anything. That was her choice. She'd grown up fending for herself. Asking for and accepting help was not part of her life skills.

When the young girl saw the car in which Jade was going to take her home, she couldn't hide her amazement.

Jade: What!

Kit: Nothing.

A 1964 Beetle, rainbow-blue convertible, the body all painted with multicolored flowers, on the doors the letters "Love" inscribed in pink, on the hood the yellow peace logo, above the inscriptions, "Flowers" in pink, below, "Power" in red. The letters O in the shape of daisies. Inside, everything was original: white cloth seats, no electric windows, no Bluetooth or GPS, a vintage steering wheel and gearbox. Only the car radio had been modified.

Jade took the luggage and placed it in the trunk at the front of the vehicle.

- You'll see, you don't need technology here to be happy.

Jade spoke jovially, with that wonderful infectious smile that gave her such charm. She picked up her USB key.

- One of my buddies adapted the car radio. I'm not that obsolete. Kit smiled.

And off they went to Kit's new home to the music of Bob Marley.

« One Love. One Heart. Let's get together and feel all right.  »

Joyful and smiling, Jade began to hum.

Arriving at the apartment, Kit took the keys, which Jade handed her.

- Here. You're home. I hope you settle in well. I'll pick you up around 7pm. We'll eat out with my parents. See you then.

- See you then.

Getting ready to leave, Jade turned around : By the way, the WIFI codes are on the coffee table. And if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me.

Kit smiled at her : Thank you.

The girl looked around quickly and sighed.

The apartment was pleasant, with a large living room, very bright thanks to the balcony overlooking the ocean, a kitchenette, separated by a charcoal worktop which also served as a dining table, a bedroom and the bathroom. The apartment was furnished and decorated simply enough. A brown sofa on top of which were two paintings, one a sketch of a wolf and the other a black panther. A wooden coffee table, a wood-colored wall unit, the TV in the middle and various black knick-knacks depicting dolphins, French bulldogs and artificial plants.

The first thing she did, once alone, was to pick up her computer and turn it on. The photo on the welcome screen was magnificent. A portrait of Emma, a beautiful woman with long, wavy chestnut hair, a radiant smile and a gaze like an ember, radiant with sincerity and kindness of spirit.

- Here we are, my sweet. I promise you, I'm going to enjoy every moment this place brings me, I'm going to do the planning we decided on together. I don't know if I made the right choice or not. But I'll always be able to come home, I've kept our apartment. I miss you terribly. I love you.

She placed a kiss on the photo with her hand and closed the computer. Before getting ready, she called her mother on Face Time to reassure her.

- Hello daughter, how are you ?

- I'm fine, Mom. I'm all settled in. The place is nice. I've got an ocean view. Take a look. (She took a tour of the apartment by video). Tonight I'm having dinner with her parents and I think I'll start work tomorrow.

- It's a nice little place you've got here.

- You'll come and see me.

- Yes, I will. Take care my girl. I love you, honey.

- I love you, Mom. I'll call you tomorrow.

Sorsha was a woman of strong character but great tenderness for her daughter. She raised her daughter as best she could, coping with an absent husband. She made mistakes, but always tried to be there, to protect her at all costs, to support her in her choices, even if she sometimes disagreed with her decisions. When Emma died, Sorsha felt completely devastated by the loss of this wonderful young woman and the terrible suffering of her daughter. She felt helpless and didn't know how to help. So, when Kit decided to go away for a while, she accepted her choice, even though it tore at her heart. If that was the way to ease the pain.

The night fell fairly quickly in the Caribbean between 5:30 and 6:30 pm. When Jade rang the doorbell at 7pm, it was already dark outside. The girl had changed into a pair of black canvas pants with a white belt and a matching crop top, which made her look rather sexy. As for Kit, she was dressed in a pair of light-blue bootcut jeans tied at the waist with a wide black belt and a white crop top that didn't leave Jade indifferent.

- Are you ready ?

- Ready.

- Okay. Let's go.

The temperature was quite mild and pleasant.

The moon's rays were forming thousands of pearls that glistened on the ocean's surface and drifted along the water's edge. Kit was filled with wonder, and paused for a moment to admire this image straight out of a fantasy tale. - Is it beautiful? asked Jade.

- It is indeed. Is that why this place is called Pearl Beach?

Jade smiled.

- Yes and no.

When their eyes met, Jade's intense stare unnerved her. Kit turned her eyes back to the ocean.

- There's a legend that in ancient times, when sailors were about to set sail for long months or even years, the day before, the ocean would give birth to a unique pearl for each sailor. They would offer this pearl to their suitors. In exchange, each would promise to wait for her lover's return and marry him.

- What if he doesn't come back ?

- I don't know. She'd probably keep the pearl and find herself another suitor. Jade was amused by this answer.

The restaurant was about a 10-minute walk from Kit's home. Jade lived nearby, as did her parents. When she arrived, the young woman was seduced by the magical, sumptuous setting. The decor perfectly reflected the restaurant's name: The Shinning Sun, and created a unique atmosphere that took her back to a fairytale world. A ceiling of orange-colored hanging lights created a hypnotic sunny sky, accentuating the contrast between the brightness of the restaurant's interior and the natural lighting of the moon. Jade watched her, silent, and saw in her eyes the fascination she felt for this enchanting place. She let her gaze soak up the splendor that warmed her heart and soul.

Emma would have loved this place, as would the legend of the pearls, which would have made her laugh. A great dreamer and believer in magic, she would have given one of those famous pearls to Kit and asked her if she would have waited for her. Oh yes, she would have waited for her. She would have treasured the pearl until she returned. She felt a twinge of regret.

- Hello, young lady.

- Hello, Mr. Claymore.

- Forget "sir." Call me Kael.

It was incredible, Jade had the same physical features as her father. Tangled, red hair, intense eyes. He was so striking with his imposing build and the way he looked at her. So deeply that she felt he was peering into her soul. It was both unsettling and awe-inspiring.

Would her father have been like this man? Prestigious, charismatic, clear-voiced, poised, a pleasure to listen to ? He fascinated her as much as he impressed her.

Mrs. Claymore arrived from the kitchen, carrying a cast-iron pot and placing it on the table. - I've prepared a typical local dish for you: shrimp dombrés. These are little flour dumplings cooked in a spicy sauce of tomatoes and chillies, served with rice.

The spice mixture smelled wonderful. Those culinary smells that Kit relished.

Melissa Claymore invited her to sit down, and the young girl found herself seated next to Jade and facing the father.

When she tasted it, an explosion of flavors intoxicated her taste buds. It was delicious.

- It's really good. Kit raved.

- Mom is the best cook.

- My daughter exaggerates all the time.

- I'd say she's right. Kit replied with a smile.

Jade's mom was a lovely woman with long, straight black hair and matte skin. The tenderness in her voice, her beautiful smile and her gentle gaze were qualities that Emma possessed and that she found in Jade.

Kael said nothing, but kept looking at Kit intently. Her eyes fell on the bandage on her right arm.

- I hope, young lady, that this little corner of paradise brings you what you came for.

Kit was so embarrassed by Jade's father's words that she didn't know what to say. Melissa came to her aid.

- Come on, Kael, don't start bothering her. If you were talking about the hours.

- Service starts at 11:30 a.m. and runs until 2 p.m., and in the evenings from 6:30 p.m. to 10:30 p.m. or even 11 p.m., depending. We're closed on Sundays and Mondays. So you've got tomorrow off. If you need anything, don't hesitate.

- I need to rent a car and do some shopping.

Jade offered to accompany her.

- Oh, I'll drive you to the races tomorrow.

- We can lend you a car we're not using.

Melissa turned to her husband, who agreed, but Kit didn't want to overstay her welcome.

Kael insisted.

- Do you plan to visit our island during your stay ?

The young girl hesitated before answering Mrs. Claymore.

She refused to reveal the real reasons that had brought her to The Brightly Stars island. - In fact, I've made myself an itinerary that I've promised to follow in memory of... someone I've lost.

Melissa didn't hide her sadness at these words.

Jade's father spoke calmly but firmly.

- Bring your itinerary tomorrow, we'll see together. I'll give you some advice.

Their kindness and welcome touched her deeply. Seeing Jade's parents so united, she would have loved to have grown up in such a family environment. She had no idea why her father had abandoned them. Her mother refused to discuss this painful subject. Whenever she tried, the discussion ended in an argument. She was desperate for answers to her questions. Had he left because of her ? Was she a child he didn't want ?

The meal was drawing to a close. Before leaving, Kit thanked her hosts. Melissa called out to her.

- Come and have breakfast with us tomorrow morning, at first light. It's a wonderful sight to see.

Jade saw her off.

- Your parents are very attentive.

- Oh, they have their own character: my mother is sweet and my father can be a bit abrupt, but you'll see, he's a real Teddy bear.

Arriving at her lodgings, Jade left her.

- By the way, the sun rises at 5 o'clock.

Kit was stunned. Jade was amused.

When she closed the front door, she leaned against the wall and sighed.

- 5 o'clock... What did I get myself into, Emma ?

At the restaurant, Kael spoke to his wife.

- That little girl needs help.

- I'm sure she does.

[hammertarot]

@ultimatelifefcrm

Palm extending past the cover of an umbrella, raindrop after raindrop splashes down as Amy looks up to cloudy sky, frowning.

Why does it have to be so dreary? Trying to find her way around here was hard enough, but the universe just had to rain (literally) on her parade while it was at it. Can't she catch a break?

At least finding an umbrella wasn't too difficult. Though it doesn't help matters regarding finding where exactly she's supposedly meant to stay. If there's even is such a place. ...A condo, huh... It sure would be nice to be inside right about now.

Walking down the streets, she--wait, is that Shadow? ...That's definitely Shadow, off to the side near the buildings. ...Well, this weather certainly doesn't do any favors to help make Shadow look any less dour. Maybe a friend in the rain is just to thing to cheer someone up! At least Amy thinks so. Already grumpy in this situation, it's not hard to imagine how Shadow's (probably) feeling.

"Heya, Shadow!" Skipping over to him, she twirls the umbrella and ends with a little flourish. "Looks like you could use some help, hehe,"

Don't get her wrong, Amy does not expect for Shadow to ever agree to share an umbrella with someone, let alone her. It's a good thing she bought an extra one for such an occasion like this...just in case. Call it a hunch, or another good call as a result of her girlish intuition. Revealing another arm from behind her back, she extends a similar umbrella his way.

"Ta-da~! Here, it's for you!"