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hischierswhore · 9 months

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clingy

pairing: Lando Norris x gf!Reader

tw: none

a/n: me? writing fluff for once? well it's semi fluff. kinda like a comfort fic?? maybe? i don't really know tbh

You and Lando enjoyed hanging out with friends. Whether it was his friends or yours, you both had a great time regardless. There were also times when you would hang out with your friends alone and he would hang out with his friends alone, which of course you had no problem with. You’ve been together for 8 months now, so you had plenty of security in your relationship.

Lando currently had a few of the other drivers over at his house. All the drivers were on holiday so you were able to spend some time with Lando before he had to go back to his hectic race schedule. Unbeknownst to everyone except your boyfriend, you were upstairs watching “The Summer I Turned Pretty” on your TV.

Midway through the first two episodes, you got hungry so you went downstairs to get a snack. Just as you approached the bottom, you heard someone mention your name.

“Is anyone elses girlfriend super clingy?” Charles asked

“Kika and I just spend a lot of time together” Pierre added

“Y/n is sometimes clingy. It can be a bit overwhelming at times” Lando answered. You heard your name and frowned as you took in his words. You were overwhelmingly clingy? You barely ever saw him.

Hearing that, you turned around and made your way back up the stairs, your appetite suddenly gone as you rushed to pack your bag and leave.

“Oh shut up, mate. Y/n is not clingy from what I’ve seen. Usually it’s you jumping on her for comfort, not the other way around. You’re absolutely whipped” George threw a bouncy ball at Lando’s head.

“Yeah I know, I’m only joking. She’s just so perfect. I love her” Lando blushed as he grabbed the bouncy ball and threw it back at George.

Just then you quietly made your way down the stairs and brushed past the group of guys without a single word as you crossed through the living room to get to the front door.

“Where are you going, love?” Lando stood up from his seat and walked towards you, grabbing your wrist to halt your movements. You turned around to face him.

“I uhm- forgot I have to go walk my sister’s turtle. Bye” You said the first lie you could come up with as you pulled your wrist out of his hold and turned around. You opened the front door and shut it behind you, praying that Lando wouldn’t follow.

Lando turned around and went back to his spot on the couch.

“Is that a thing people do here? Walking turtles?” Pierre asked, confusion written all over his face as he looked around the group for an answer.

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Ever since that night, you hadn’t been over to Lando’s house. He would call and text you to make plans, but you would come up with excuses to not be able to go. You didn’t want to seem any clingier than you supposedly were, according to Lando’s words.

After nearly a week of avoiding Lando, he’d had enough of it. You were in the process of making yourself some pancakes when your doorbell rang. You turned the stove off as your grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders, since you were lounging around in a sports bra and shorts. You couldn’t see anything through the little peep hole so you opened the door, shocked to see Lando standing there with flowers in hand.

The smile that was once on Lando’s face turned into a frown when he saw the blanket wrapped around your body.

“Oh baby, are you feeling ill?” He was genuinely concerned. He thought you had the blanket around you because you were sick, and you still weren’t fully up to seeing him, so you joined in on his misconception.

“Yeah, I’ve got a massive cold. I don’t want to get you sick too” You made your voice sound as scratchy as possible before pretending to cough.

“I don’t care if I get sick. Let me take care of you” He said as he pushed himself into your flat. He grabbed one of your arms and dragged you to the couch, where he grabbed both of your shoulders and pushed you into a sitting position. He ran across your flat to your bathroom to get the thermometer so he could check your temperature. You knew you’d be screwed if he actually checked.

He came back moments later, the little green thermometer in hand as he took the clear cover off.

“So uhm… I don’t exactly know how to work this” Lando held the tool in his hand, trying to figure out how to use it.

“No worries. I’m just not feeling great” You fake coughed again. Lando placed the thermometer on the coffee table in front of the couch and placed his hand on your forehead. All you could think was ‘shit’.

“You feel normal. What’s going on, love?” He asked as he slowly sat down next to you.

“What do you mean?” Your voice was back to normal, yet it was quieter than it usually was.

“You’re being all distant and shutting me out. We haven’t seen each other much. I just…did I do something?” He asked, the hurt in his voice evident as he spoke.

“I’m giving you a break” You answered and he just stared at you.

“Wh—what? A break?” He asked.

“ Yeah, a break. I heard what you and the other drivers were saying the other night, Lando. I didn’t-” you took a moment to breathe.

“I didn’t know that I was somehow clingy and that it bothered you” Your voice cracked as a tear streamed down your face.

He wrapped you in his arms and held you as you cried into his shirt.

“Oh my god. Let me explain everything, okay love?” He said as he slowly let go of you.

“I did say that but what you probably didn’t hear is that I said it was a joke. You wanna know what I told them?” He said and you nodded your head.

“I told them that I love you and that you’re perfect, because I truly do love you. You’re my girl forever. And if anyone’s clingy in this relationship, it’s quite obvious that it’s me” He joked, hoping to get a smile out of you. You laughed at his words, which resulted in a smile erupting on both your face and his. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before engulfing you in a hug.

“I love you. I can’t stand seeing you so upset like this. Plus the house was so lonely without you. Let’s go home?” He asked.

Home.

You always thought home was a physical place, a location. It turns out you’d found you home eight months ago.

“Home is wherever you are” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips before resting your head on his shoulder.

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BONUS

“By the way, you’ve made Pierre question whether or not walking a turtle is a real thing”

“If Pierre was confused, I know for a fact that Charles was just as confused. Plus I’ve seen people do it on TikTok, so I guess it’s a real thing”

“I also feel like they would be the type of people to actually walk around Monaco with a turtle on a leash”

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side note: rip to the pancake Y/n was making before Lando showed up

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@firehazardxx @judesgfirl @celestialams @xjval @chelseagirl98

#✎ natalie writes #lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris angst #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine

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loveackermannn · 2 years

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Omg omg omggg!,

When I saw your vamp Levi fic i geeked lmao

But I did some research and found out that vampires have mates…like one for the rest of their lives🥺.

So i was wondering if you can do headcanons about vamp Levi x vamp reader and them just being that one old married couple lol, also mates can feed off of each other instead of hunting which is wayyyyy more powerful since there’s love involved

Sorry lol I’m being a nerd

a/n; my lovely anon! don't apologize for this ask, i loved reading every bit of it. thank you for indulging more vamp!levi into my brain and for the extra info! it'll really help me capture these headcanons better. anyways, i hope you enjoy <;3 im such a whore for vamp!levi ugh he's so hot okay bye

warnings; suggestive content! (17+ audience please !!) levi and reader feeding off each other YWBWHAJHWR (they're both switches btw :0) + mentions of blood

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im gonna go with the scenario in which both of you are vamps, destined to be mates for all eternity. now one would think that it's a hell of a long time to be committed to one person, but when it comes to a lover like levi – he NEVER gets tired of you, as the same with you. he practically worships the ground you walk on, the air in which you exist with him. he just can't get enough of you.

by that, it was from the start that sparked what you two are now. "love at first sight" was a stupid idea that levi couldn't even bring himself to come to terms with when he first met you upon the forest. but he quickly realized that he felt like a love sick teenager again. the way you could just be existing in his presence and he'd still feel like he's falling in love all over again.

as time passed and humans continued to grow old, you and levi were stuck in your own little world with nothing else being of importance except the exchange of love and passion towards one another.

every kiss felt needier, every touch felt exhilarating, every breath felt warmer to the point where you couldn't tell if it was levi's or yours. all that mattered was that in this moment, he was yours as you were his.

levi began his intimate ministrations from your temple to your cheek to your jaw and down to your exposed and sensitive neck. your soft skin welcomed his lips with every kiss that he could manage, savoring you, worshipping you – he felt honored to be able to have the rest of his days spent with you.

lips continuing to suck and nip at your now marked neck, levi took the time to gently graze the points of his fangs and upon doing this, the reaction you gave him was just where he wanted you– breathless, speechless.

you looked absolutely divine to him and he couldn't wait to savor the rest of what he still had to get to. but for now, he wanted to specifically take his time on your neck – you knew what was to happen next and your body anticipating his touch, jerked slightly in his hold. upon noticing this, he grips you tighter and his hot breath tickles the lobe of your ear.

"you're so fucking perfect mon amour. think you could stay still for me yeah? if anything gets too much, you know our safe word. ill stop immediately, promise."

you nod against him, smiling as your fingers meet the side of his face and he pecks your cheek in return. you trusted levi with your whole life, he'd never forgive himself if ever you got hurt, let alone get hurt because of him.

he started slow, letting you get used to the feel of his fangs dancing up along the side of your neck. and as time went on, you were craving for him to finally sink his teeth into you with just the right amount of pressure.

and with that, 2 holes punctured into you, leaving you a whimpering and mewling mess in levi's arms. levi groaned into you, eyes practically rolling back at your taste in disbelief. god he could be here with you forever, in every universe.

he made sure to keep his eyes on you, gauging any discomfort from your reactions, but from what he could see – you were thoroughly enjoying this just as he is. with your head completely thrown back in pleasure, the sight alone could make him faint right then and there, but he keeps it together.

as it all comes to an end, levi pulls away to relieve any sort of tension in your neck as he soothes the holes with a kiss and leaving no waste of what you had just offered to him.

nothing was said for some time, not that there needed to be anyway. panting and short breaths were the only thing that was coherent from your semi-dried lips. from this, levi knew you needed a few minutes to regain your composure.

slicking back your disheveled hair with a gentle caress of his hand, he smiles at you as if you were the purest gem in the world – you were his treasure.

pressing a kiss to your forehead, he asks quietly as to not suddenly startle you from your peaceful trance, "i wasn't too rough on you was i? does anything hurt?"

you shake your head, looking back at him with an expression that reassured him further. but what surprised him, was the fact that you were quick in continuing from where you two had left off.

the stamina of vampires. he should've known.

and soon, a reverse of cards had him melting like putty in your hands as your face crept up slowly from his chest to his ear.

"it's my turn now. you'll be good for me right levi?"

#chaloveslevi #levi ackerman #shitrambles #aot #vamp!levi #captain levi #levi heichou #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #vampire au!#levi ackerman x reader #suggestive content!!#french vamp!levi? my god.#so obsessed with him i cant #what's it with me writing only at night?#1 am rn lmfao #anyways VAMP!LEVI YEAHHHG #asks!

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kellbellsparkles · 2 years

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A continuation/set in the same setting as Breathe (.https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/kellbellsparkles/689897379494789120?source=share) I call this one Burdened. Zack suffers from excessive hunger and is willing to do anything to get it under control, but it causes a rift between him and Cloud, so when Cloud falls ill from pneumonia and can't be seen by anyone, Zack sets out to prove he can take care of himself.

This is embarrassing to admit: I'm not allowed to be left alone anywhere anymore.

One morning, I got a call from Tifa that Cloud collapsed while out on a delivery five towns over. He had caught a bad bout of pneumonia that was going around and even taking lives. What was worse is that it was too contagious for the doctors to allow visitors. Not knowing whether he'd live or die... I thought we were past all that.

"Are you sure you don't want to come, Zack?" Tifa asked me. She made plans to book a hotel with Denzel so they could be there for his recovery.

"I think I'm better off holding down the fort," I said. "Working on self-care and all..."

"If you change your mind... If you're feeling off in any way, call us."

"Will do."

I put on a happy face and waved them good-bye. Best case scenario, standard pneumonia recovery takes a week. I could handle one week on my own no problem, I thought. I sat at the table, grabbed a pen and paper and went to town with what I could do and what needed to be done.

Meal prep.

A load of Cloud's laundry.

Plant decorating since I've heard they can be therapeutic.

Meal prep.

I wrote that twice, dammit. My stomach had taken over my writing for me. Fucking insatiable hunger. It's felt like I've been eating for two or three ever since I first woke up and saw Cloud again; a side effect from being subject to mako and Jenova cells again according to Tseng.

GRRRRURRRLLRR

"Okay, okay!" I shouted.

I stood up, clasping my hand over my monster of a black hole. It practically feels like an earthquake with each rumble. I rummaged through the fridge for my protein shake stash. Three of them do the trick for a solid hour and a half. Five for an extra thirty minutes. However, groceries weren't getting any cheaper. I try to stick with three and direct my attention elsewhere to distract my stomach until when people normally eat, but God damn, if I wait too long, my body will get tremors and scare Cloud.

It had to have been my fault his working so hard was catching up to him. Regular thyroid and insulin medication had no effect on me, so The Turks wanted to try a pill they just manufactured, but Cloud didn't like the idea of me undergoing any more experiments. We had a heated argument I prefer not to reflect on.

"We don't know what potential side effects there are. What if they make you worse?"

"Isn't it still my decision? If it saves our pantry, then it's worth it."

"No it's not!! Do you get a good look in the mirror?? The incisions and injection marks??"

"Thanks for the body-shaming. I really needed that..."

"Just listen and use your head for once! Don't go headlong on your own like this!"

"Great. Now I'm a freeloader AND an idiot."

"That's-- You're not-- I just can't. I just can't with you today."

He stormed off and went out about his delivery business; that was our last interaction. I chugged the protein shakes and made a b-line for the shower; I read that was another good way to calm down.

I ran the water and just stood under the nozzle, bowing my head to let the warmth trickle down my back. I couldn't stop thinking about him. What would I do with myself if he died and our last words to each other were filled with anger? Anger. I was just so angry. With myself. I should've been more aware and sensitive to Cloud's feelings. So stupid. Stupid body. What are you even doing? Stop being so selfish!

BAM

I had rammed my fist into my left eye without thinking about it. The knock back made the back of my head whack the wall pretty good. Then, gravity pulled me hard enough for my ass to sting upon impact. I just sat there; I couldn't believe I had done that. As the shower pierced my ear, I was taken back to when I was back flat on the ground just outside of Midgar. Cloud had woken up and made his way to me. Those sad, worried eyes... I needed to find a way to get my shit together and fast.

Since showering was a bust, I hobbled out of the tub. I could feel a head sized bump forming already, but nothing an ice pack couldn't fix. Yeowch, though, especially when getting into my clothes was a catalyst for my old wounds to show face.

My right knee in particular. While on the run with Cloud, a group of Tonberrys tried to rob us. One of them drove a knife deep clean into the kneecap, making it protrud to the other side. I probably didn't heal it right if it's still bothering me. I settled for sitting down to get dressed. Standing back up though, my knee felt ready to snap off, but hell, if I could survive Malboro breath, I could survive this. I opened that door and walked the mvp of the year walk.

Until my right foot touched the first stair.

It spun and flung me backward. All my weight went onto my right shoulder.

CRACK

I bit my tongue so hard to keep from crying out in pain, I drew blood. It sounded like a fracture for sure. As I sat up, my arm dangled in a way that it really looked like it shouldn't. Now what was I supposed to do for a whole week? Since getting up again would lead to more accident prone disaster, I figured the best thing to do was to nap on it.

So this is where things get confusing as hell: either my stomach turns into a pack of Hellhounds or it turns into battering rams ready to pound my meals out of me. My head ached and raced with the thoughts of the two possible realities: suffering here or suffering waiting in closer proximity to Cloud. I pressed my good hand against my mouth to keep the protein shakes down, but the taste of blood wasn't helping.

Water.

I SOLDIER crawled back to the kitchen. This was my last shot for today. All my training, all my fighting, all my devotion and survival into this one, final push. I let out a bellowing war cry, thrust my feet onto the floor, and rose triumphantly. Screw you, knee! But wow, was this what being high felt like? I felt great and all my pain disappeared at once. I opened my eyes and reached for the fridge handle.

"Huh?"

Something was DEFINITELY not right. Everything was in every possible shade of green. There were little light specks in the air, too. Suddenly, a little girl popped up next to me, putting dishes in the sink. She looked eerily similar to Marlene.

"Marlene? What are you doing here?"

She didn't answer me; she hummed and made her way to the dining room. I looked over and I saw the father and a mother with two other kids, one older and one just a baby.

"What...?"

They acted like I wasn't there at all, but that was the only thing unsettling. Their attire looked outdated by at least two hundred years.

"Wait..."

I ran to go outside. I opened the door and sure enough, not only was everything still green, but I had completely gone back in time: chocobos and chariots and colonial architecture.

"Where the heck am I?"

Any sensible person would stay put and wait to wake up from this pain and hunger induced dream, but I was not a sensible person. And besides, if the people were anything like the family inside the house, they wouldn't give a crap.

I walked around and realized that I had been to somewhere similar before: floating in and out of the lifestream with Aerith and Angeal as my guides. The lifestream: the planet's life force containing the memories of events and everyone who's ever lived. But why was I here again now? Was I dying again? How do I get back to the present?

"Hey Aerith?" I called out. "Angeal? I could really use your help again! What's going on?"

No answer.

"Yoohoooooo!"

I squatted to release my nervous energy; it's always done the trick before.

"If you can hear me, say Awooooooo!! Yeah! Like a puppy! Right, Angeal??"

Still nothing. I thought, maybe I'd have a better chance with a body of water. As though the planet answered my prayers, from the corner of my eye, there was an old well. My energy spurt compelled me to hop over.

"Hold on, Timmy. I'm comin' in to join ya."

I threw my legs over the hole and down I went in a streamline position.

SPLASH

I made it. I kept sinking and sinking. This well was more bottomless than my stomach, but my God, it was beautiful down there. The specks looked more like crystals and stars. Finally, I saw them. I swam as though the entire world depended on it.

"Aerith!! Angeal!! Hey!!"

They turned to greet me. I stopped and merrily waded in place; just to see and speak to them again would make this wild trip worth it.

However, their faces and bangs were the same as Jenova's. That red gleam in their eye. I suddenly felt cold, and my stomach clumped into knots that didn't even hurt. They were a weight that just sat there. I couldn't even move my limbs. Suddenly, something wetter than the water was touching me and spinning me around. It was the real Jenova, staring directly and even smiling at me. She or they... were never human. And Sephiroth called this thing his mother?

Clamp. Squish.

Something grabbed my feet and anchored them down. I looked down... Was that a heart? I looked back up and there were more Jenovas, enveloping the entire space in rows, all looking into my soul. There it all was: flashes of my mom feeding me sliced ham lathered in butter with fresh pomegranate juice, me riding on my dad's shoulders as we picked apples from the orchard, me promising to return home one day when I left to join SOLDIER...

"Ahh!!"

My arms tensed and moved behind my back on their own.

"What's--"

Jenova was smiling, her/their teeth were showing. My body became a freezer for my bones to turn into icicles. This was not normal; this was pure evil.

Crank

Above me. I looked up and saw a helmet descending towards me. I heard the same sound coming from below, too... A tube...Like an umbilical cord.

"No!! Get that thing away from me!!"

Click

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Everything went black, then white, then black again, the type of thing that needs a strobe light seizure warning. I must've been blinded because I couldn't seen anything after that. In fact, I couldn't feel my limbs, my anything at all. Was I floating or on a flat surface? All that was left was dread and regret. I had failed. I couldn't do the one thing that every human being should be able to do. I should never have fought with Cloud, then this never would've happened.

Rain.

My sense of hearing came back. I opened my eyes and I was there again; I could feel where I was, too, the Buster Sword in my hand. Something always pulled me back here. Perhaps this was a bridge between the living and the lifestream, where I was stuck for a long time. I wanted to let go as I had accepted my fate because Cloud was safe and on his way. I wanted to stay with Aerith when it was her time, but remnants of Shinra had other plans and had me deadlocked in limbo. Because Aerith had more power in the lifestream, she could send me back when I saw how bad Cloud wanted me back when I was found. Was it really okay though? Am I okay? The way I am? The way I was made?

Speak of the devil. There he was, having woken up and made his way to me.

"Zack..."

His voice was soft; his eyes were especially pleading. I know, bud. I screwed up big time. I wish I could make it up to you. I always have.

"Zack, wake up..."

"Nnnnn...?"

It had stopped raining; the sky became a ceiling. Cloud was in his present attire, looking relieved and smiling warmly.

"It's me, Zack," he said. "I'm right here."

I felt his thumbs press against my cheeks, stroking beneath my eyes. I guess I had been crying?

"Huh?" I croaked. "Cloud...? But aren't you sick?"

"Was sick," he corrected.

"But you had us worried sick for two whole weeks."

Barret was there, too.

"I should've made you come along."

And Tifa.

"I'm so sorry," she said sorrowfully.

"Why?" I mumbled, still kind of coming to. "What happened?"

"You were found blabbering and fish flopping like an overdosed drug addict."

And Yuffie. Did the whole gang really come for me?

"And your eyes turned into rave night lights," she added. "Your good eye, anyway. Your black eye emitted more like a laser."

"Do you remember who did this to you?" Cloud asked gently. Ah, geez.

"About that," I said hesitantly. "Could I talk to you alone?"

"Sure."

At the time, I didn't know if there were more people. My vision was skill kind of blah. I did hear footsteps and a door close. Cloud took my hands into his, cupping them carefully.

"So..." My voice trailed off. I had so much I wanted to say, but how to go about it without mouthing off? "I was kind of fighting... myself... My body... I hate that it's making me leech off you... That's why you got pneumonia in the first place, isn't it? You could've died..."

"You could have, too..." He sighed. "I shouldn't have snapped at you before I left. None of this is your fault. It breaks my heart when you put yourself down." He held my hands a bit tighter.

"I've had visions of you struggling to feed yourself while I was out; of you fending off the enemy all by yourself... Did you even sleep?"

"Hell," I huffed. "I don't even remember. Sure, I was hungry, but the mako and added Jenova cells kept me on my feet. I was a real beast." I let out a cackle. "Maybe I still am. I could eat everything and everyone for all we know."

Cloud shook his head.

"You would have already if that were true."

"You don't think I'll turn into a monster? That monster?"

"Absolutely not."

"You say that with such confidence."

"Because I believe in you and want to take care of you."

Did either of the party accidentally turn the heat on when they left? My cheeks were burning hot iron.

"Huh??"

Cloud chuckled and patted my head.

"You deserve to be cared for," he said.

I writhed and shuffled in the bed sheets.

"N-now wait just a minute!" I protested. "Any kind of relationship is supposed to be a two-way street!"

"I know, you dork," Cloud said playfully. "The best thing you can do for me is be careful and let us help you. Tseng, myself, and the others decided that you need at least one person nearby at all times."

"... At all times?" I repeated back. Cloud nodded, confirming I heard right.

"But falling in the shower and down the stairs weren't on purpose!"

Cloud blinked and stared dumbfoundedly.

"Wait, so that's how you hit your head and broke your elbow?"

Shit. I hid myself under the covers.

"Well, yeah... I have this old knee injury that acted up, too... It happened during that time... I used healing materia on it, but it wasn't strong enough."

Cloud moved his hands to that spot.

"Right here?"

"Yeah. On both sides. Right through the bone and skin."

"Hmmmm."

His gaze was so focused and serious. He brought his hands back to mine.

"I'll let the doctors know and I'll help you work on it when we get home," he told me.

"You really don't mind...?"

"It won't be just me; you've got an entire team behind you. If it'll really help, we can give the pill a try."

"Sweet," I said, getting some of my pep back. It looked like things were back on the upswing.

Or so I thought. After I was discharged, I wound up having an allergic reaction that made me look like I had chicken pox all over again after the first dose.

"Aw, rats," I moaned as Cloud was giving me an oatmeal back. "Back to square one."

"Even if we stay there," he said as he scrubbed my arms. "We'll make it work. Cid is working with Red XIII to ship over shares of his game. Yuffie is taking up bounty hunting on the side and sells some materia to pay for shipping and handling of groceries. She's found a crew, so she'll be okay."

"That's good..."

"Whatever Barret and Marlene don't finish, they're donating to you, and Tifa is collecting coupons for your protein drinks. Denzel is even taking up growing fruits and vegetables. Oh yeah, and the Turks package is arriving tomorrow morning including three more fridges."

Grrrrrrrglegrrrrrrrr

My stomach, ladies and gentlemen, right on cue. Cloud came prepared, popping a protein shake with a straw in my mouth.

"Exciting, isn't it, Raven?" he teased.

He even named it after 'ravenous'. An internal organ, a third wheel. Who was I? Mother Mary?

"But you'll have to be patient a while longer, for Zack's sake. You make it hard for him to sleep at night. Whether you like it or not, you're stuck together, so you have to learn to live with one another so you both can be happy."

He washed Raven next and gave it a pat. Cloud was oddly fond of giving belly rubs. I could hear Angeal laughing and cooing at me, Zack the puppy.

I'm not allowed to be left alone anywhere anymore; Cloud and I even share a bed for my safety. Granted, I kept him close by at night during the dark ages, but I never had to worry about him kicking me or punching me in his sleep. He promised me that chamomile would calm my nerves and knock me right out. After finishing, we'd laid on our sides facing each other. He'd pet me and sing me a lullaby he remembered from his mom.

Little moogle, look yonder

In the midst of the misty woods.

There be a party of Nibelungs

Offering a trade.

For your tuff of cotton,

They would part with a map and key

To trot through their gates

And bring them business gleefully.

And that was it. Lights out. Works every time. There was more to the cute little folk song of the first settlers of Nibelheim, but it was never needed. He had a lovely, velvety tenor voice.

#ffvii #cloud strife #zack fair #zakkura #zack lives au

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harrison-abbott · 1 year

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TICK TOCK

“Come forward, sir,” the woman called.

I went through the scanners and they started screaming.

No need to panic. This had happened before, many times. I looked at the woman for further directions and she ordered me into this box with see through walls. Told me to hold my hands up. I felt stupid, being observed. I’ve never been a natural thespian and didn’t know how to posture my arms.

And next to this woman was a man who was looking at a screen which I couldn’t see. He frowned.

Time tick-tocked by. There was still this reassuring voice in my skull advising no need for worry, but it was soft versus the pops and bangs of the wide arena, filled with three hundred other strangers.

The woman came towards me and said,

“Come out,” and I couldn’t read her expression. She passed me on to the man who had been at the computer, and I couldn’t tell what his face told either.

“I’m going to search you,” he murmured. His hands were red and there were these bristles choked at the end of his shirt sleeves, and he padded my biceps and then moved down my torso, then crouched down and he felt my pockets. “What’s that?” he said, noticing something in my right pocket. I pulled it out. “Receipt,” I said. He snatched it off my and chucked it in the nearby bin. And felt down the length of my jeans. Then he put his fingers under my belt and they were horribly close to the groin.

“Oh,” I said. “It’s the belt. I just forgot to take it off.”

“No problem, sir. Can you do that for me now?”

I took the belt off and he took that and then he told me to go through the first scanner again. As I retreated, this marble sweat yomped down my temple. And my head jerked. Twitched. (This was no good and I didn’t want my tick coming back again. Not now: at the age of 30. Thought that was left behind in my schooldays. It used to attract all kinds of nicknames, contagious to the boys and girls alike, hahahahaha.)

But I thought that this would be the end of the film. Just walk through the scanner thing again and we can be on my way back to my own nation.

I went through it and it screamed. Again. I flinched.

The man who searched me turned around and he clicked his fingers at these two men who were standing thirty yards away. Navy blue uniforms and badges. They saw him and then they walked over to us. Searcher man then spoke to the men in their fast spidery language and they analysed me with keen pupils.

Twitch, twitch, went my head.

“Where does that come from?” my father used to say to me when I was smaller. Noticing the tic. I opened my mouth in a hesitant hole, and never answered him, and he just smiled. My father was always embarrassed of me in social situations and when he said that line, it was at a festive family table with eight other people there.

When I was a little bit younger my mother took me to see a doctor.

I didn’t get why I was going to see one, because I wasn’t physically ill. The doctor got me to fill out these forms with a pencil and I ticked boxes on a graph. Mother and this doctor person – this huge guy with moviestar eyebrows – disappeared into a room and they talked about me for a while and I wanted to sneak up to the door and hear what they were saying but was too scared to get caught. When my mother reappeared she was furiously silent. But she smiled when she said bye to the doctor. And she took me home. Without a single word on the bus ride … and I never asked her about what happened and still don’t know what the story was.

“Where is your bag?” one of the policeman said to me.

“On the belt,” I said, “I think.”

“Has it come through yet?”

“Oh. I don’t know,” I looked around at the conveyer belt with the grey trays, and – there! – saw my tray. “There it is.”

It had gone in the B pile to be checked by security.

“We will check what’s in your bag.” the policeman said. And he nudged me forward with a palm and we all went over to the B security bit.

Where there was this plump woman who took up my tray. She opened my bag. The policemen hovered behind me. The fat lady’s fingers chubbily inspected the toiletry bag. Then she took out my pencil case. There was a pair of toy scissors in it with this purple plastic handle, and she measured the blades of them against a ruler she had. The tip of the blades came very close to the danger mark on the ruler.

“Bloo blah bip bleep blam doo dah,” she said to the policemen.

I gulped. And focused on trying to keep my head still. I interjected, taking a chance:

“Oh, those scissors can be thrown out. I don’t mind. I only use them for cutting stuff out of newspapers. In a scrapbook. I just forgot they were in the pencil case. Sorry about that. Ho ho.”

They blinked.

The policeman came far closer to me this time and he took hold of my right arm too. He smelled of sharp aftershave.

“We need to speak to you a moment, sir.”

“Why?”

“You need to speak with us in private.”

“Okay. But why is that? What’s wrong?”

“On. This way.”

“What about my bag? My flight is in an hour.”

The other man came to my left. He was a yard taller and his height gave me the vibe to head forward.

In my bag was my laptop with all of my stories in it. And my books, too, with a further fleet of fables in them. My diary. Underwear. All precious things.

“Will my bag be kept here for when I come back?” I said to the men.

No answer.

They led me to a new gate and then we dipped out of the mass moving space. The shorted one still held my arm and I wanted to tug off of his grasp. But this wasn’t a good time to be macho and prove I wasn’t a coward.

Tick. Tock. Their boots slapped on the sheeny floor. I only wore these tired trainers. When you wish time to speed up it never does so; it slows down, just to goad you for being human.

Then they led me to these big doors with a small sign with two words in their language, in stark capitals, and the policeman let go of my arm and then took out some keys, unlocked the door, and beckoned me to go through it. After door was locked behind me I was in a new corridor. With new, antiseptic light.

I stopped. And turned to them.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Go,” the short cop said. He had this knife-like nose with these hollow nostrils.

“I don’t want to go. Unless I know what’s happening. This isn’t correct.”

“Go, go.”

My face jerked. I swallowed and then tried to disguise it. Pretend that it didn’t happen. It’s like when you’re trying not to hiccup. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Then it jerked again, with this spasmodic urge. And I stepped back from the men. Too quickly, and my back hit the wall. When my head continued to twitch, they paused, and watched. Eyes. I hate them. They judge and slash.

“Sorry,” I spluttered, “I just have this thing. This old condition-type thing; it’s hard for me to control. But I didn’t do anything! There’s nothing in my bag, or on me. I don’t know why the scanners went off.”

I thought this small monologue would be impressive. But the civilian voice only sent my head into spasms and the back of the skull whacked off the wall and I clenched my cheeks to try and stop it and I bent down on the knees. The kneecaps popped. And the lemon lighting of the corridor filled up the eyes with giddy citric.

“What are you doing?” a police person said above me.

“I don’t know.”

“Are you ill?”

“Yes. But not in a biological way. Do you understand?”

“Are you on medication?”

“No.”

“Have you been drinking?”

“No.”

“Or taken any other narcotics?”

“Nah, it’s nothing like that.”

There was this baffled windy concern in their faces, like watching a disturbed painting.

“People have picked me out my whole life. For being a bit of a freak. But there’s nothing with me really. I’m not a threat. Just have this thing with my head when things are a bit tense. Do you get bothered by memory? It’s like that. But, with me: memories always whizz about my mind in the present day. And I get these tics. I wish they could stop, but I find it too hard. That’s all that’s up with me.”

I hoped they would get some knack of this speech.

They just stood there, eyelids plopping up and down bemusedly.

Then the taller one raised this cuboid machine from his belt. A radio. Held it under his mouth.

And spoke into it with those pattering, arachnid words. Leaving me there on the floor. Still a timid, misunderstood monster, after three decades of being on the planet.

#short story #fiction #prose #creative writing

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Voicebox: A Ticci Tobi Love Story: Chapter 11

by Absolon-Resonance

The story is long enough to require spliting it in chapters

CW// sexual assault, incest, sexual harrasement, domestic violence, bullying, gore, cannibalism, implied pedophilia, fraticide, homicide, mutation, cheating, torture, eye trauma, improper teen behaviour, nudity, mental illness misrepresentation, cringe memes, Slendermansion

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Chapter 11

AN: Hi this is WhiteSiren. I would like to apologize for the long wait. It has been a hectic few months for me, but I'm hoping to have time to write the next chapter this weekend. Thank you my dear pasta lovers, for your patience and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Have a great day and a happy Fourth of July for any other Americans who are reading this. I woke up the next morning to the sound of yelling and things breaking. I ran downstairs to see Toby and Tsume fighting in the living room. Tsume dragged himself out of the wrecked coffee table and stood with his fists clenched.“TOBY, CALM DOWN OKAY!” Tsume had to yell to be heard over Toby’s ranting.“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! YOU STOLE MY TRUE LOVE FROM ME AND NOW YOU TRY TO ACT LIKE WE’RE FRIENDS! HOW DARE YOU!” Toby punched Tsume in the gut sending him crashing into the wall. I snapped. I had had enough. After just getting back from that hell hole Toby had to start crap again!“TOBY STOP BEING A LITTLE GIRL! YOU CHEATED ON ME! IF I WAS YOUR TURE LOVE YOU WOULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT!” I screamed everyone was staring at me if ran over to Toby and grabbed him by his hair and slammed him into the floor and allowed my tendrils to beat his body like a doll that a little girl no longer wanted.“Voice.” I heard Benna whimper. I threw Toby to the floor and walked out the door and took my anger out on a tree.“Voice you need to calm down.” I looked over to see Clocky. I growled.“What do you want?!” “Toby didn’t cheat. I forced him to kiss me. He was trying to push me away, but I was a little stronger than he was. I wanted him for myself.” She looked down her voice sounded like it was filled with sorrow and misery. I slammed my fist into the tree again before I attacked her. I slammed her into a tree and pinned her there.“Why Clocky?” I was on the verge of tears.“I love Toby and I still do, but I can tell he loves you more.” she stared at the ground. I was pissed and with one last shove I left before I lost control and killed her. I stormed over to Benna’s garden and found the tree that I adored and climbed up into its branches to think. I couldn’t stay here, there were too many memories and I didn’t want to see Toby. I didn’t care about Clockworks confession; he could have pushed her away if he really wanted too. It didn’t change the fact that he let Clockworks stick her hand down his pants. I decided what I was going to leave. I was going to try and live a normal life away from here. I transported to my room and put in my contacts. Then I changed into my skinny jeans, my brand new gray hoodie and my converse. I grabbed my skateboard and packed up most of my things in to my bag. I wrote a note for Father, Dark, Benna and Tsume so they wouldn’t worry about me. With one last look around my room I turned and climbed out the window. “Good bye friends. Dark, please don’t get hurt. Tsume, take care of Benna. As for Toby, you can go rot in hell.” I whispered as I wiped the tears from my eyes. I turned away from the best home I had ever known and ran to the portal, leaving Slender Woods and the Creepypasta dimension behind. (Time skip brought to you by Benna’s garden there’s no garden like a garden of arms.) A few months later I had learned a spell to make myself appear human again. I had found a nice little house and bought it with the money I had taken from my victims. I only killed once or twice a month now and never in my town. I spent a lot of my time riding the rails at a skate park in the human realm.

I loved the skate park. Although I was usually the only girl there, the boys seemed jelly that I better than them on a skateboard. I had just finished with my normal routine and decided to take a break. I flipped my skateboard up, took a quick sip of water from my water bottle and leaned back on my bench. I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and light one. I sighed, man my life still seems like hell.“Hey Shayne, I think it was right.” A teenager with dyed black hair and green eyes walked up to me as I sat there smoking my cigarette. “It’s Shay and what do you want?” I sighed. I felt that this kids gonna want to fight or have me beat him at skateboarding. If so he would just be one more in a long line of losers who had their asses handed to them by me. “Okay Shay, well me and the guys over there,” he pointed to the group of guys that always were at the skate park. “We wanted to know if you would like to come over to their place with us right now and party with us.” I thought about it for a second. There were five guys including the kid. They weren’t part of the usual group of idiots who challenged me and from what I had seen of them they seemed like alright guys. Plus I’m a killer so they wouldn’t live long if they do try anything.“Sure why not. Sounds like fun.” (Time skip brought to us by chicken livers, because I can.) I sighed as I looked at the bloody mess of bodies. They really shouldn’t have touched my hat. Man that was a fun party. I giggled as I ran out the door and hid in the woods. I had called the cops pretending to be a concerned citizen who had just heard some screams.“My god, I thought you were dead.” I turned around and saw Toby standing not ten feet away looking shocked and relieved. He looked like he had lost weight and there were dark circles under his eyes that even his goggles couldn’t hide. “Voice, what Clocky told you was the truth.”As he walked towards me I backed away until my back hit a tree. I cursed under my breath. Toby grabbed my chin and lifted my face up towards him. I tore my head away from his grasp I started twitching uncontrollably.“Voice, you know that I love you. Why won’t you believe me? I could prove it to you.” I felt Toby start to rub my tendrils. I tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. It was like trying to move a wall. I felt him grab my ass and as he leaned in to kiss me I punched in the nose, duck under his arm and ran. I ducked into the first building I came across and found myself in an abandoned looking house. I quickly hid in a small room under the stairs as I heard Toby run into the house.“Where are you Voice?” I heard him running in a different direction. I sighed and sat there for 5 minutes before I heard Toby storm out of the house cussing. I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave the room when I heard someone crying. “Hello, if you’re scared or alone you can come out I won’t hurt you.” I whispered in a soft comforting tone. The sound of the crying reminded me of Benna when she would cry. I heard a little hiccup and saw a little boy covered in blood holding a bloody kusarigama crawl out from behind some boxes. “Mommy, I killed daddy. Then baby sitter and big brother and little sister and our kittens.

I’m sorry Mommy, please don’t hate me.” “Sorry sweetie, I’m not your mommy.” I dropped the illusion and smiled down at the little boy. “But I will take you to my home. The people who live there will accept you and not judge you. Would you like that?” The little boy smiled, nodded and showed me to his room. We packed a bag of clothes for him and gathered his red and black teddy bear. Then headed out of the house. I smiled as I gave him a piggy back ride like I used to with Benna.“I’m Voicebox, by the way. What’s your name and how old are you?”“My names Link and I’m seven years old.” I was impressed he was only seven yet he managed to kill four people and some pets. It took me a few seconds before I realized we would have a problem with names…Dark Link and Link. Great two Links, that isn’t going to work. Two Jacks in one house was confusing enough. I smiled as the perfect solution came to me.“Hey since you use a kusarigama, which means Karma, why don’t we call you Karma?” “Okay Mommy.” Karma said. I smiled as Karma called me mommy again. I liked the sound of that. I realized that it was time for me to stop running. Since Toby had found me anyway I would rather be back with my family than alone. I had really missed Father, Benna and Dark. I ran to the portal and Karma giggled as we went through. I laughed with him as I kept running the rest of the way home. I called out to Father and Dark that I was back and told them about Karma. Father said he would set up another room in the family wing, and that since Karma thought of me as his mom that I would be his main care giver. As I walked through the door I could see Dark Phoenix waiting in the living room. “Karma you see that girl with the teal hair, that’s Mommy’s sister, your new aunt Dark Phoenix. Go hang out with her alright. I got to go do some stuff.”“Ok Mommy.” I watched Karma walk over to Dark. She smiled over at me as she picked Karma up and started playing with him and his bear, Coda. The guys all came over and welcomed me back saying how they had missed me and how things weren’t the same since I had left. Benna ran up and hugged me tightly and I laughed as she told me about how she had put red food coloring in Uncle Offender’s rose scented body wash, which had turned him pink for three days. He had blamed BEN and had chased him around the mansion until Benna had fessed up to it. After about fifteen minutes Tsume walked in and immediately hugged me. I wasn’t comfortable with that so I pushed Tsume away and walked over to Karma.“Hey, let’s go introduce you to your new grandpa alright little buddy?”“Okay Mommy.” Karma said as I picked him up and carried him upstairs to Father’s office. I didn’t even have the chance to knock before the door opened. Karma and I were swept into Father’s arms and I felt safe and happy for the first time in months. “I have missed you baby girl.”“I missed you to Daddy.” He chuckled and brushed my hair out of my face.“So this is my new grandson. Hello child, I am Slenderman.”“Hi, I’m Karma and I’m seven years old.” He smiled as he looked up at his new grandfather. “Can I call you Grampa?”“That is fine Karma. Welcome to the family, now I will show you to your new room. It is getting late and I know you are tired.”“Ok Grampa.” Karma yawned as his eyes drooped and he snuggled into Father’s arms. Father carried both of us to Karma’s room, which had been decorated in a Japanese theme and had a weapon rack for his kusarigama. There were a lot of little boy toys in a toy box by the closet and a few stuffed animals on the bed.

We tucked Karma in for the night and as soon as he fell asleep we left the room, leaving a nightlight on for him.“I see Uncle Trender was here when I told you I was coming home with Karma.”“Yes, as a matter of fact Trender and Splendor are planning a welcome home party for you. We have all missed you.” Father walked with me to my room and hugged me. “Get some sleep Shayla. We will talk more in the morning after you have rested.”“Alright Father.” Father kissed my forehead and tucked me into bed.“I do not mind if you want to call me Daddy. I love you my daughter. Goodnight.”“Night Daddy, love you too.” I was sound asleep before Father even got to the door.

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#jeff the killer #jtk #creepypasta #fanfiction #horror #story #romance #ticci toby

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The potential of two people on one electric scooter has, as far as I know, not been used enough. Standing close together like that. Not enough fic about this

#fic prompts #jily #hinny #will anyone please write this?#i know im not that active and only reblog but the POTENTIAL!#lily with james #harry with ginny #this would be very fitting for older teenagers #fanfic #please tag me if anyone does this or sees a fic with it #ill just go back to my hole now bye!

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Okay sorry, it's me again but I just noticed you reblogged clip of Punz talking about being teamed with George and his MCC team and it's such a sweet clip, I can't wait to see pnf especially after seeing more of their dynamic from battle box training, them playing fortnite and Punz at some point saying 'you said George is going to be here' and 'I got mesmerized by George' in last MCC lmao and I laughed a little at the tiny shade towards dreamnap in that clip too cause obviously they are friends so there is no way Punz didn't say that before to their faces but also there is some truth in it cause dreamnap are tryhards and they care a lot about winning and placements. Sapnap especially I feel as a lot of people noticed him getting better and he wants to keep up his tier climb so to speak, he didn't want to be a sand boy and such as example. I recommend watching Hbomb stream when you have time where he was reviewing George's sot and battle box pov, it has pretty privileged resorting to violence, Antfrost and Scott in the chat adding their own tidbits on battle box and Hbomb commenting in his own amused way and lightheartedly making fun of their teamwork and dreamnap's behaviour. They are the allstars ones the 2 hours one and around 40 minutes one. I ended up rambling again and I realised that this might not come across as good-natured amusement as I hoped for so don't feel obligated to post this ask if you feel it might stir up discourse!

Anon same as I'm looking forward to it. Seeing Punz be so reassuring and aware of what environment would help out George makes me feel so confident for this MCC tbh. Not confidence in the "omg they're winning 100%" but confidence in the fact it'll be an easy and enjoyable team dynamic to watch. Honestly Pnf have been friends for years (which I think was showcased well in his understanding of George in that clip) and lately as you referenced we've had a few Fortnite Fridays from them alongside just a bunch more interactions than usual (thinking about George screen sharing his fyp to punz and quackity for an hour). Definitely a good time for their pairing.

Without doubt anything Punz says on stream he's definitely brought up in private to their faces considering how close of friends they seem. I don't think he's wrong either honestly, the dream team as a whole do care about the outcome of MCC but I think Dreamnap are much more outwardly expressive of that during the competition in comparison with George. Dreamnap are definitely living and breathing the competition and I'd watch their POV if I was purely in it for the competitiveness of it all (they have a lot of eyes on them in terms of performance so this isn't surprising, as you mentioned Sapnap is getting more recognized and Dream of course is going to have the attention of an S-tier player). Yet, George as much as he too tries his best, his commentary isn't solely surrounding MCC or the serious aspects of it. It's a more lighthearted approach despite him still caring for his results which I appreciate as a viewer who watches MCC purely for the fun of the event.

Pairing these two different playstyles together and the fact the means of communication is more often than not through insults, makes a team that doesn't mesh as well as you'd want (at least as of right now), which Punz directly addressed. George instead worked very well in the Yellow Yaks team of HBomb, Ponk, and Captain Sparklez which I think comes down to the more supportive atmosphere. Be it because Ponk was a new player joining or Hbomb's very team orientated strategy style (build battle springs to mind) which catered to everyone. Punz definitely seems intent on creating a team dynamic as encouraging tonight, so I think we're in for a good MCC.

Anon I adore Hbombs reviews of Gnf in MCC I'm so glad you watch them too. It was actually healing after watching Red Rabbits to see someone call out, albeit jokingly, how off the walls the battle box was. Ngl Scott shading dream and Sapnap with his comments but tagging on "Lol!" at the end to lessen the blow was so funny to me. Obviously there's nothing wrong with being competitive but I think the way it's shown is sometimes a bit too intensely(?) considering it doesn't always encourage the team depending on its expression.

#cw critcal? maybe but not intended #not maintaining for the sake of world peace anyway #we're going on our pnf enjoyer arc anon #we're gonna go so far down the rabbit hole that when george goes to america we'll be like YES finally! 😍 now him and punz can meet #begging on my knees for a win tonight because we may see irl q+g celebration #but i feel like we'll see them celebrating anyway even if George logged off after game one #the way this isnt even the first ask you sent but it got priority before the event acc happened later bye im so behind #hopefully i can respond to ur other asks soon!! my exams finish in literally a week :heart eyes: so ill at the very most see you then #don't ever worry about potentially causing discourse i do it every three months anyway #side note but #punz reminds me so much of that one texan? from how to minecraft whos name i think was kenny?? anyway idk if you ever saw that series #but from what i remember they had the same laid back just straight up chill vibe #i also remember anytime i watched his streams (kenny) that him and his girlfriend would be pure yelling at each other across the house #in my curiosity i found him on Instagram and their still together holy shit #love is real i guess damn happy for them

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PAUL MCCARTNEY and ROBERT FRASER photographed in 1981, in London.

Some old friendships were renewed. Paul and Robert Fraser met again in 1978 and began seeing each other again. Linda got on particularly well with Robert as they both shared an interest in fine-art photography. There was a period when Robert stopped drinking, which made him more likeable and easier to be around, but then, on a trip to New York, a boyfriend got him started again.

PAUL: He was very clean, very sober, but I think he started to think, maybe I'm clean, maybe I'm sober, but I'm boring now. We would still buy the odd Magritte through him and he was very good to run things by, he always had a good opinion. Our kids didn't like him. He would come down to our house and he'd say, 'Put a log on the fire, will you?' and our kids would gesture behind his back as if to say, 'Who does he think we are?' But Robert just expected kids to do that. My kids don't do that, they're modem children - 'Get it yourself, mush.' They didn't like him. The last time I saw him was outside Cecconi's, a posh Italian restaurant opposite the Burlington Arcade which has very good food. It's a bit of a watering hole. We'd had lunch with Robert and we were leaving. We were standing outside and he looked like he had little things on his skin, not pimples but dark marks on his face. I remember Linda touching and saying, 'What's that?' 'Oh! Thank God someone's finally mentioned it, it's uh, Kaposi's sarcoma…' I remember Linda kissing him, and this was the very early days of the AIDS epidemic and you didn't know whether you ought to. But Linda kissed him and we said, 'Okay, see you around.' He walked from Cecconi's down Burlington Gardens to Cork Street, and we just went, 'Bye!' I knew he wouldn't turn round to wave, and I got a feeling that might be the last time I'd see him. A strange, eerie feeling. So the last thing I remember is just his dark suit, rear view, turning the corner, right, into Cork Street.

Paul and Linda's friend, the painter Brian Clarke, remembered the incident: Robert was really relieved, because Linda's very open and it meant a lot to him that Linda felt close enough to him to say, ‘What is this?' He said it so many times to me afterwards. Robert knew they loved him, and that was what was important, that his friends loved him. It supported and encouraged him at the end. Paul was incredibly kind to Robert. He bailed Robert out on many occasions and when he was ill, they provided Robert with a car and a driver to get him around, wherever he needed to go. They were very very supportive of him indeed.

Robert first got sick in 1985 in New York and on returning to London he gave up his flat and moved in with his mother Cynthia.

PAUL: There was a question of whether he wanted us to visit him. He was staying with his mother at that time, and I don't know whether she acknowledged the fact that he had AIDS or whether it would be appropriate, but we'd get reports from our friend Brian Clarke. I remember sending him a photograph of a piece of pottery I'd done which was like a flat Duke of Edinburgh: Giacometti visits the Duke of Edinburgh. Linda had taken a photograph of it so we sent him some photos. And for the first time in my life I said, 'Cheers, Bob’. I'd never called him Bob. He wrote back: 'Bob? Bob? Who are you talking to?' Actually there was a joke going around then that he was going to open a gallery called Bob's Art Shop, so that's where it came from. He eventually died at his mum's place. The lovely thing was that he eventually went home to mummy; which for a public-school boy was nice because he'd been separated from mummy aged six to go to prep school, then he went on to Eton. I thought that was good for him and Brian said, "He's quite enjoying it, actually. He's enjoying being spoiled.' His mum was pampering him. And so he went from the cradle to the grave, as it were. And then suddenly he was just gone.

Robert died of AIDS-related pneumonia and meningitis in January 1986.

— paul mccartney: many years from now, by barry miles (1997)

#paul mccartney #80s paul #robert fraser #*m #q #myfn #lyrics: book #❤️

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Camilo's Mistaken Memory

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Bruno Madrigal nodded his head along to the tune that his beloved family was singing. Even if they were telling little Mirabel mistaken memories and tales, the beat was good, and little Dolores was really good at singing. He'd known that she could hear him for years, of course, and he appreciated that she wasn't doing him dirty like his beloved sister, but she was rather vague at times. Then Camilo took over the song and Bruno paused, halfway back into the walls. "Seven foot frame, rats along his back! When he calls your name, it all fades to black! He sees your dreams and feasts on your screams, hey!" Bruno snorted. Where did he get these ideas? They'd only met once, and that was an accident. Bruno paused as he remembered the meeting in it's entirety.

It was over ten years ago. Bruno had thought that everyone was finally asleep, and had left the walls to sneak some food out of the kitchen. Some of the rats had come along with him, clinging to various parts of his shabby wardrobe. Bruno had just grabbed a quesadilla when a small gasp brought his heart to a stop. He spun around in fear, looking for the source of the sound. Slowly, he looked down, and saw his nephew, Camilo. The little one was obviously terrified at seeing a stranger standing in the kitchen of the unbroachable Casita, so Bruno tried to calm him down. "Hola, Camilo," Bruno whispered. The small child swayed, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed. "Oh, Díos mio," Bruno swore, catching Camilo before he hit his head. Ideally, if Bruno hadn't cared so much, he would have left the kitchen and returned to the walls then, leaving Camilo to think it was just a bad dream. Speaking of dreams, Camilo was one of those sleep talkers, and apparently his current, fear induced dream was of a large rat chasing him through a broken Casita. Bruno sighed, and squatted down next to the young boy. If he remembered correctly, Camilo had recently gotten his gift, which meant that he had his own bedroom now. He didn't want to leave the young boy in the kitchen, so he stuffed his ill-gotten gains into his poncho, and carefully lifted the boy up. "Casita," Bruno whispered, looking around. "Where is his room?" Casita rearranged the tiles on the floor to give Bruno a guide. Bruno whispered his thanks, and started following the line in the tiles. He reached the door to Camilo's room and found himself with a dilemma. If Casita couldn't do much of anything in his room, than it probably couldn't help him out by opening this door. Bruno sighed, and shifted Camilo to one arm, nice and gentle. He reached for the doorknob, pausing to shift the boy higher up so he wouldn't fall, then hastily opened the door. He found himself in a large room, with not much decoration aside from drawings and pictures of different people, and a full length mirror by the door. He walked towards the center of the room, and found a decent sized bed. He put Camilo down, and pulled the covers over him, then sighed in relief. Hopefully the boy would pass this event off as a weird dream. He looked back at the boy to see him staring back, eyes wide. Bruno panicked as he started to open his mouth to scream. "Hey, hey, hey, it's all good, little Camilo! It's just Tío Bruno! No giant rat to chase you here!" Camilo did not look relieved, but even more terrified. He opened his mouth again, and let out a shriek. Bruno jumped and started running to the door. He didn't know if Pepa, or anyone else, could hear Camilo's yelling, but he didn't want to be around to find out. "Well, now that I've got my food, I'm going to go now! Bye!" Bruno ran through the house, Casita helping him get back to his hidey hole, just before Pepa and Felix burst out of their room to comfort Camilo. Bruno stifled a sob as he sunk into his chair with his quesadilla. Even the youngest members of his family feared him. Of course they did. How could they not, with Pepa and Mama having such strong feelings about him? Bruno held himself tight as the night wore on, bringing him closet to sleep. Bruno gazed around at the construction project. It was weird being with his family again, but he was enjoying it. Still, he wanted to apologize for a bunch of things. He'd already made up with his sisters, but he wanted to speak with Camilo next. He approached the teenager nervously, and cleared his throat. Camilo turned around with a grin. "Oh! Tío Bruno!" Camilo said loudly. "It's weird actually interacting with you." Bruno sighed. "I figured as much. I need to ask you something, Camilo." Camilo crossed his arms. "Is this about the time I found you in the kitchen when I was five and the song verse I wrote about it last week?" Bruno rubbed the back of his neck. "Maybe." "Don't worry about it, Tío. I was five. And pequeño brained. Clearly that isn't who you are, or who you were. Also I was

definitely not supposed to be in the kitchen so..." Camilo shrugged. "Don't worry about it." Bruno smiled in the relief of closure. "Gracias, Camilo. You should meet Hernando." Mirabel's eyes went wide behind Camilo's back and she covered the grin on her face with her hand. She then walked up. "Oh, yes, he should!" Camilo looked between them. "Who's Hernando?" "I'm Hernando, and I'm scared of nothing!" Bruno said suddenly, hood over his face. He pushed it back as he and Mirabel doubled over in laughter, while Camilo looked between them in confusion. "Weirdos." Bruno wiped a happy tear from his eye as he stood up in the warm sunshine. Everything was going to be okay.

#nyx writes stuff #encanto #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #this is about Camilo's verse in We don't talk about Bruno

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sarcasmandships · 3 years

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yellow | paul lahote

paul lahote never wanted to imprint on anyone, but especially not on the one girl he couldn’t seem to protect, not even from herself.

word count: 3.8k

angst, hurt + minimal comfort

trigger warnings: eating disorder, death, hospital/medical scene, vomit

paul imprinted on y/n nearly a year ago, it wasn’t something he ever wanted. in fact, he tried so hard to fight the imprint at first that he made himself ill.

paul was only just beginning to learn that he couldn’t fight off every problem he encountered. imprinting on y/n had been a harsh awakening for him, and he knew now that he couldn’t punch and kick his way through life.

that didn’t stop him trying though, he stared at the hole he’d just created in the dry wall of his bedroom. he was going to have to buy another poster.

“paul, are you still there?” y/n’s voice was muffled through the phone which lay face down on his bed, “i heard a bang.”

and paul could hear her concern so he snatched the phone and held it up to his ear, “yeah i’m still here don’t worry,” he sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose.

“okay...” she said uncertainly, “are you alright?”

he was clenching his fists, his jaw, and every other muscle in his body, “yeah, yeah i’m fine,” he said, trying to maintain a light and airy tone as much as possible but the words just came out flat, “i should be asking if you’re okay.”

y/n took several minutes to answer, “you don’t need to worry about me paul.”

if only she knew that his entire life now revolved around worrying about her. about wanting to protect her, from the leeches, from every creep and asshole in this town, from every bout of stress or sadness.

“i never do anything else,” he tried to say jokingly, but his voice broke mid-way through the sentence and he punched his mattress.

“look paul...” he could hear her frowning through the phone as she sighed, “i gotta go to my appointment now but I’ll see you later for the bonfire, yeah?”

tears were burning in paul’s eyes as he croaked out a response, “yeah, do you need me to pick you up?”

“it’s all good, i’m going to emily’s first to give her a hand with the food so i’ll go down with her.”

“yeah, sounds great,” he said flatly, “i’ll see you there then.”

“bye paul,” she whispered and hung up the phone.

he launched the phone at the wall, and it shattered into chunks of useless plastic. he held his head in his hands and before he knew it, his whole body was racked with dry sobs.

paul lahote never wanted to imprint on anyone, but especially not on the one girl he couldn’t seem to protect, not even from herself.

he grabbed a pair of beat-up trainers from under his bed and pulled them on. he thundered downstairs and out the front door, ignoring the protests of his drunken father.

paul ran.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul,’ y/n would tease him.

maybe not, but he couldn’t do anything else because she wouldn’t fucking let him. y/n had always been stubborn but in the last few months she’d become increasingly closed off and defensive. if paul made the slightest attempt to ‘stick his nose where it didn’t belong’ then she’d shut him out for weeks on end.

being apart from her was agonising.

he used to think sam and jared were exaggerating when they talked about the pain of not seeing their imprints. but now he knew it was all too real and he couldn’t stand it, so paul had learned to bite his tongue so she wouldn’t give him the silent treatment.

that was something that did not come easy to him, but it was easier than not seeing her, not talking to her, not being close to her.

paul knew on some level it was selfish to let y/n play out her fantasises and pretend that everything was fine, he knew it was wrong for indulging her. but whenever he tried to confront her, to help her, then she would shut him out again and he couldn’t bare that.

it was raining heavily now, the hail stones battered off his exposed skin as he dove out of sight behind the tree line.

staying calm was not something paul was good at, he had to spend so much of his energy focusing on blocking out his anger and sadness and pain and anguish just to make sure he didn’t shift at an inappropriate moment.

but right now, he could smash through that blockade and let every emotion flood through his body as his flesh ripped and his bones snapped, and he shed his human form to leave a large, grey wolf in his place.

paul relished in the release, it felt good to finally let go of every negative emotion he was holding onto and embrace the wolf inside of him. he ran through the trees, taking in the smell of the wet earth and the salty sea air.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul’

y/n told him that once after a particularly explosive fight he’d had with his father. they sat on the beach, and she stroked his hair as he laid with his head on her lap. he told her he was going to leave home, she pointed out he had no money, he told her that he’d live in the streets if he had to.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul’ she had said, her fingers entangled in his hair.

but y/n didn’t seem to adopt that mentality when it came to her own problems, and paul’s desire to protect her made her problems, his problems. and now he had an overwhelming number of problems that everyone kept telling him he couldn’t run away from, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.

he kicked up soil and dead leaves behind him as he ran through the woods, the hailstones has subsided to a light drizzle which still managed to soak his fur. he paused to shake the water off him when he hear someone else’s voice in his head, someone else had shifted.

“hey paul.”

“hey jake.”

paul tried to shut off his inner monologue so that jacob couldn’t hear what he was thinking, he thought he was doing an alright job until-

“rough day, huh?”

paul growled.

“yeah i guess, y/n’s seeing her therapist right now....”

“is she getting better?”

paul could sense the concern in jacob’s thoughts but this wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have right now.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul’

well, what the fuck else was he supposed to do? everyone kept telling him that he couldn’t run away but no one was offering any alternative solutions.

it was always ‘calm down, paul.’

‘you can’t fight your way out of everything, paul.’

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul’

well why the fuck not?

no one seemed to understand that he wasn’t running for his own sake but for everyone else’s. and most importantly, for y/n’s. it was excruciatingly difficult to keep those thoughts to himself and out of jacob’s mind, so he began running through the trees again to provide some kind of distraction.

“yeah, she’s going over to emily’s first to help out so i’m meeting her there.”

“do you think you might finally tell her tonight? it’s been nearly a year and she still has no idea....”

“she can’t handle it; she’s got enough going o,n i can’t burden her with all of this too.”

that was only part of it. paul was worried about how y/n would take the news that he, and all his friends were shapeshifting wolves that existed to protect the town from vampires. and even more concerning, how would she take the news that he had imprinted on her? y/n was too fragile right now, he had to protect her even if that meant keeping the truth from her.

but beyond that, he was worried that she wouldn’t accept him. paul had a crippling fear of rejection at the best of times, but the prospect of his own imprint rejecting him was unimaginable.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

maybe not forever, but for right now he was going to sprint as fast as he could.

***

the blazing bonfire crackled just meters in front of them and yet y/n was still shivering; paul wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close into his chest. she nuzzled into him and paul was filled with a burst of euphoria at their closeness. her eyes were barely open as she leaned into him, he tightened his grip on her frozen frame.

“are you okay?” he mumbled into her hair, it smelled like lavender.

she nodded slowly, “yeah, i’m just tired, today was pretty rough.”

paul frowned. he wished that they weren’t surrounded by so many people, they were sat a little away from the rest of the group, but they didn’t have the privacy he would’ve liked.

“do you want to talk about it?”

y/n sniffled, when paul looked down at her he saw tears slowly running down her cheeks and his heart shattered.

he pulled her in closer and wiped away the tears, “hey, hey what’s wrong?”

y/n just shook her head, “i don’t want to talk about it.”

‘you can’t run away from your problems, y/n’ he wanted to say.

“are you sure?” he asked hesitantly, desperately wanting to help but also not wanting her to clam up again.

she looked away from him; the glare from the roaring bonfire reflected in her glassy eyes. paul enveloped one of her cold, bony hand in his and squeezed it gently but her frown persisted. there was a hollowness in his chest as he stared at her miserable expression; paul knew he couldn’t punch away anyone’s problems but as it turns out, holding hands is just as ineffective.

“dr charles wants me to go to inpatient treatment,” she said bluntly, “he says my physical health is deteriorating too much.”

something twisted in his gut.

“but i thought you were…getting better?” he said cautiously.

paul knew that was a lie.

y/n knew that was a lie, but she was so good at pretending otherwise she had everyone convinced that she was getting better. everyone but him, and he didn’t want her to know that she wasn’t fooling him with the ‘i’m eating again, i’m doing great’ routine she had become so well-versed in.

“well, i’m not better,” she snapped, pushing paul off her as she leapt to her feet.

superhuman hearing or otherwise, everyone else around the bonfire heard y/n’s exclamation, and their heads snapped over to stare between her and paul. emily began to stand up but paul waved her off and she sat back down next to sam. he approached y/n slowly, tears continued to stream down her face but when he moved to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, she pushed him away.

he held up his hands, “okay, okay – i won’t touch you, why don’t we go somewhere quiet to talk-”

“no,” she snapped, “i don’t want to talk paul, all i ever do is fucking talk about my feelings and as long as i say the right things then everyone thinks i’m better, but i’m not fucking better, okay?”

“i know,” he roared back, “i know you’re not better, in fact you’re getting worse. i watch you get sicker every single day, i watch you withering away, i watch you dying and there is nothing that i can do because you won’t let me.”

y/n bit her lip and looked away from him.

tears were burning in paul’s eyes, “i can’t make you better, i can’t make you eat, i can’t look after you and it’s killing me.”

“i never asked you to look after me,” she screamed back, tears flowing freely down her face now, “i don’t know why you think it’s your job to keep me alive but it isn’t-”

“yes, it is!”

paul was shaking now, he was trying to hold onto his humanity with every fibre of his being, but the pain and anger was overwhelming. he was reaching his breaking point. he tried to focus on y/n; she was his anchor and usually the thought of her, focusing on the sound of her heartbeat was enough to calm him down. but usually, she wasn’t the focus is his anger, and now when he looked at her all he saw was how frail and weak she looked.

she was dying and she wouldn’t let him help her.

everyone was staring now; paul didn’t want to be on this beach anymore, he couldn’t deal with this right now. it was all too much; his head was spinning and his limbs were trembling.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

sam leapt to his feet, ready to jump in and tackle paul to the ground as he lurched towards y/n. but instead of shifting and attacking her, he grabbed her hand and led her away from the bonfire and the rest of the pack.

“paul what are you doing?” y/n asked through chattering teeth.

she didn’t try to fight him off but paul knew this was more likely a sign of her lack of energy, and not her willingness to go with him. they were at the edge of the beach now, where the sand bordered with the rough concrete path that led back towards the heart of la push. paul stopped in his tracks and turned to face y/n as he heard her breathing become increasingly shallow.

he studied her intently, emaciated body, pale lips, hollow cheeks. he could hear her heart beating slowly and irregularly inside her chest, he could see her struggling to catch a breath. despite her weakened body she stared back at him, with a clenched jaw and arms crossed across her chest.

“you can’t run away from your problems, y/n,” he finally said.

she snorted, “i’m not you, paul.”

“no, but you’re my impr-” he stopped himself before he revealed too much and ran a hand through his hair, “you’re my best friend y/n i-”

“no, jared is your best friend,” she said pointedly.

“for god’s sake can you stop being difficult for two damn seconds?” he snapped.

she let out a shrill laugh, “right sorry, i forget i’m just an inconvenience to everyone around here, i should just go.”

paul grabbed her hand before she could turn away from him. he towered over her, but when their eyes met it was like nothing else mattered. in every second of his existence, paul was acutely aware that gravity and the laws of nature didn’t bind him to the earth; she did. and when she looked into his eyes like that it only reminded him that she was his everything, before paul knew it, his anger was melting away and there was nothing but pure euphoria flowing through his body.

paul lahote never wanted to imprint on anyone, especially not on the one girl he couldn’t seem to protect, not even from herself. but in that moment, nothing else mattered except for the fact that y/n was standing chest to chest with him, and she was staring into his eyes. nothing else mattered; not her anger towards him, her disease, his feelings of helplessness, his fear of rejection.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

“do you believe in soulmates, y/n?” he asked breathily.

“what?” she asked; her breath billowed out of her chapped lips and hung visibly in the cool september air, thick, like cigarette smoke.

he took a deep breath; it was now or never.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

“y/n, there’s something i have to tell you-”

she was the first to break eye contact with him, her pupils dilated suddenly, and her eyes fluttered shut. she managed to grip onto his bicep lightly as she collapsed, but her hand turned limp and rolled gently onto the sand as she lay unconscious in his arms.

***

“clear!” carlisle hollered.

paul reluctantly dropped y/n’s hand as carlisle pressed the paddles to her chest and sent two hundred volts of electricity searing through her lifeless body.

he frowned at the consistent flatline on the monitor, “push ten of epi and charge again,” he ordered the nurse, resuming chest compressions as he waited for the next round of medication to be administered.

paul grabbed her hand again while he had the chance, she was already turning cold. the blood had drained from her face, and paul couldn’t focus on her heartbeat to calm him because she no longer had one.

“clear!”

they repeated the routine they had been performing for the last several minutes; paul let go of her hand, carlisle shocked her, the flatline remained.

the nurse shook her head, “asystole,” she said flatly.

“what does that mean?” paul asked frantically, he looked between carlisle and y/n, “why aren’t you helping her?”

carlisle retrieved a neuro torch from the pocket of his lab coat, peeling back y/n’s eyelids he shone the light over each of her eyes, “pupil’s are fixed and dilated,” he said to the nurse.

“why are you stopping? fix her!” paul wailed.

“i’m sorry paul, there’s nothing else we can do for her,” he said softly, “time of death, 19.08.”

the nurse nodded and made a note on y/n’s chart before exiting the trauma room, leaving just paul, sam, and carlisle in the room with y/n’s lifeless body.

paul didn’t cry, or scream, or phase into a giant wolf. he stood by y/n’s bedside, clutching her hand in his and staring straight ahead at the monitor she was attached to. it continued to let out a continuous, monotone beep. sam, who was just waiting for paul to explode, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder; paul didn’t have the energy to push him away.

“bring her back,” he croaked.

carlisle looked between paul and sam, “i am very sorry for your loss, paul, but there is nothing else i can do, she’s gone-”

“well bring her back!” he roared, falling to his knees as he continued to clutch y/n’s hand, “you fix her, you bring her back, you change her i don’t care-”

“you know i can’t do that-”

“yes, you can. you’ve done it before, change her i don’t care if she’s a vampire just bring her back,” he sobbed.

“paul, we can’t violate the treaty,” sam barked.

“i don’t give a fuck about the treaty,” he turned his head to snarl at sam, “bring her back right now doc or i swear to god i will-”

“i am very sorry paul, but even if i wanted to change her i couldn’t, it’s too late. there are some things even venom can’t fix, even if i tried the venom wouldn’t be able to circulate her body without a heartbeat.”

paul rose from his knees and dropped y/n’s hand. he was robotic as he began chest compressions, despite protests from carlisle. sam tried to pull paul’s arms away from y/n, but he shoved him off roughly and continued to rhythmically administer cpr.

“paul, you need to stop,” carlisle said, “she’s gone – that isn’t going to help her.”

he ignored him.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul’.

he wasn’t running anymore.

for once in his life paul was facing his problem head on.

he wasn’t running anymore.

he was doing what everyone always wanted, and yet sam and carlisle were trying to stop him.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

sam and carlisle winced as there was an audible crack.

“you’re breaking her ribs, paul,” carlisle said, attempting to remove paul’s hands from y/n’s body but he flinched away from the vampire’s icy touch.

carlisle looked at sam pleadingly; sam nodded briefly at him before reaching forward and attempting to drag paul away from y/n’s body. he resisted, struggling against sam’s grip as he maintained the rhythmic compressions. his vision blurred in front of him, refusing to take on the scene before him.

he never got a chance to tell her about the imprint.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

she never regained consciousness after she collapsed.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

he never got to say goodbye.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

he never got to tell her he loved her.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

sam was dragging him backwards, away from y/n; his rigid grip kept paul’s arms pinned to his sides and stopped him from reaching out to cling to y/n.

paul couldn’t breathe.

everything was spinning.

the harsh, fluorescent hospital lights burned his watery eyes; he wanted nothing more than to sink down into darkness till he could awake from this nightmare.

y/n couldn’t be dead.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

“someone will need to contact her family, they will need to make arrangements,” carlisle commented quietly, “ i will call them myself if you give me the number.”

“this is my fault,” paul choked out.

“what?”

“it’s my fault,” his voice caught in his throat, “i let her slowly kill herself because i didn’t want her shut me out.”

“y/n was sick for a long time paul-” carlisle began.

“and i could’ve fixed her, but i was too selfish to let her go and now she’s gone forever.”

his knuckles turned white as he gripped the metal pole that ran along the side of y/n’s bed, he couldn’t bring himself to look at her body.

sam placed a hand on his shoulder, “there’s nothing you could’ve done paul, you already did everything you could for her - you can’t love someone back together.”

“what if it was emily?” paul snarled, “would you be so calm and condescending if it was your imprint lying dead in front of you?”

paul’s heart pounded in his chest, he was still unable to look at her. he wanted to remember her alive and breathing, not like this.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

“if you’ll excuse me, i should get started on some paperwork,” carlisle said quietly.

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

paul lahote never wanted to imprint on anyone, but especially not on the one girl he couldn’t seem to protect, not even from herself.

“c’mon paul, you should get out of here.”

‘you can’t run away from your problems, paul.’

his eyes flickered up, and the sight of y/n’s corpse sent acidic vomit bubbling up his throat and into his mouth. he turned sharply on his heel and choked out his stomach contents into a bin in the corner.

after he composed himself paul did what he did best.

he ran.

#paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight wolf pack #sam uley #emily young #paul lahote imagine #angst #hurt and comfort

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akuutaguava · 2 years

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FUCKI I CANT POST ANYMORE SHIT ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU TIMBLR AND THE PEOPLE ON TUMBLR HAVE A GOOD REST OF UR DAY

SHIT IM ACTUALLY NOT GOING TO SURVIVE WITHOUT WRITING WEIRD THOUGHTS

Ahahahahaha im gonna have to rant on insta i hate life good bye

Better idea: type on this post and this post alone lets see how chaotic this gets

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IVE BEEN FEELING HUNGRY THE WHOLE DAY TODAY AND THE MOMENT I CAN EAT I DONT WANT TO WHAT KINDA FUCKERY IS THIS

actually sobs ive seen so much i want to reblog

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Now people will go back to this random post and can’t see my posts popping up every two minutes

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Tempted to go bald and really embrace the mental illness

My mandarin caused havoc on like seven people today lmao

It got everywhere holy shit

Actually about to fucjing cry i hate nkt being able to post shit whathefuck its only been a day but WHY

Found out one of shed eerans songs is like the most famous song in the world and i actually want to end my life oml

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Physically pained

Mentally drained

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Gender? Isn’t that a spice?

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yet another day with a substitute who hates my guts for no reason (she has a reason)

im probably going to go home i feel actually so sick rn

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dost = do

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Stopped to say hi to the ants :D

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Now is not a good time to be walking on a bridge over a highway

We made it off the bridge without commiting ded :D

I hate walking slow holy shit

Time to go die in my bed because i can’t really post on here anymore and that makes me sad and want to die

IHATEYOUIHATEYOU GO DIE IN A HOLE

AHIT AHIT SHIT AHIT SHIR MMY PARENTS WANT TO WATCH BUNGOU STRAY DOGS HOLU SHIT THEY WILL ACTUALLY HATE IT AND ME AND EVERYTHING AND MAKE ME SELL ALL MY MERCH HOMY SHIT IM ACTUALLY GOING TO DIE WHATTHEFUCK SOMEONE HELP

I need another post for that but tumblr is a bitch

ACTUALLY FUCK I SLEPT FOR LIKE FOUR HOURS I WAS SUPPOSED TO FUCKING STUDY FOR TEO TESTS HOLY SHIT AHHHHHH WHATTHEFUCK SOMEENE AHHH NI U HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO POST HERE WHATTEHECUKDS

I WOKE UP AND I ACTUALLY FEEL SO SHIT LIKE I FEEL LIKE NOTHING MATTERS AND THERES NO POINT IN LIVING SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THIS HEADSPACE

BRO THE ONLY THING THATS BEEN KEEPING ME GOING TODAY IS WAITING TILL 12 AM SO I CAN FUCKING POST SHIT I JAT THIS APP

I ALSO CANT EVEN FUCKING MAKE DRAFTS AND THAT MAKES ME WANT TO UNALIVE

dont mind those last posts, anyways three more hours until you guys get mass chaos :D goodbye for now and i’ll see you when i can actually fuckin post

#this is a threat #feel threatened #stellas gone mental

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angelmavmurdock · 3 years

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Our Little Secret: Part One - A.R.

Word count: 1541 Summary: y/n moves from New York to New Coal Creek and meets a girl that would change her life forever.

Reader POV

The drive to New Coal Creek, West Virginia was a long ride. I had no idea what house my parents had bought and had no idea what this little town was like. My family and I were coming from New York. My daddy was in real estate and he owned a lot of places in the city. But after having a really bad illness for a while, he had to stop taking on too much stress. So, they decided to move - 'they' being my parents. I had to go with them whether I liked it or not. I left my friends, my boyfriend and my school behind.

I was popular in New York; the captain of the cheerleading team with a boyfriend who was captain of the football team. Him and I had sworn we were going to get married. But he broke up with me as soon as I announced I was leaving, which I couldn't blame him for. So maybe leaving the city was good for me.

Ma reached behind from the passenger seat in the car and rubbed my knee to awaken me.

"y/n, we're nearly there." She spoke softly.

Ma was from Ohio, brought up with 3 brothers and two rich parents but she moved when she was in her twenties to New York. Daddy was also from New York and he was much the same: 2 brothers, 1 sister and two rich parents. They hadn't faced many troubles in their life and now I was just the same: an only child with two rich parents. I loved my life, but sometimes I wish you wasn't in the toxic popular group...but now, in this town, things could be different.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes as you readjusted in the leather seat of the car.

"Coal Creek, West Virginia." I read out loud on the old, rusted sign by the road.

"Are you excited?" Ma asked with a beaming smile.

She didn't live in Coal Creek when she was younger but she was happy to be back in a Southern state. Mostly because she wouldn't feel out of place by her soft Southern accent which I had inherited instead of the harsh New York dialect daddy and my peers had.

"Yeah...hopefully they have a cheerleading team I could join." I smiled weakly, looking out the window.

It was an odd place, the cars on the road weren't top end and the roads weren't either. Buildings and houses looked more like barns and cottages than huge brick fancy buildings.

"We're not livin' in one of those are we?" I asked, raising a brow as we passed through a neighbourhood which was clearly poor.

"No, we're living up state." Daddy said with a smile.

"Is the house nice?" I asked, leaning forward to rest my chin on daddy's seat.

"It's gorgeous. You'll love it." He smiled.

We continued driving through the village and we soon came to an up-winding road that was wide and smooth. You could already tell the difference between this tarmac and the pot-holed sheet on the regular streets. The car wound up the road, it felt like we were in the middle of a forest as tall trees lined the sides of the road lusciously. Soon we slowed down and we drove through two pillars which once had a gate. Then we turned a corner and the house was revealed.

It was a beautifully painted white mansion. There were four pillars at the front of the house, supporting the balcony that wrapped around the outside of the upper level. The door was painted deep blue along with the shutters covering the windows.

I gasped as the car came to a stop. We all got out and stood in front of the car, just admiring it.

"It's beautiful!" I exclaimed.

Ma smiled next to me, rubbing my back.

"Right, take your bags upstairs and start unpacking, I need to lie down after that." Daddy sighed, stretching.

I felt a pang of sadness course through me as he grabbed some bags from the trunk and began taking them inside.

Ma and I shared a look of guilt before taking our stuff inside.

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The week quickly went by and we were adjusting nicely to the new town. It was very different from New York but it was quaint and the people were nice. I felt at home, strangely. I think it was because I had the same accent as everyone and Ma felt more at ease. She didn't like New York much, but she loved Ohio.

It hit Monday and it was the first day of school for me. It was the middle of March but I had to continue school until July if I wanted to graduate this year. And I really wanted to. I had the grades; I was a straight A student. But I didn't know what Ohio schooling was like or what the people were like.

I contemplated wearing a cheer outfit but I decided against it. Instead, I wore a baby pink dress that ended just above my knee. It was an A-line dress so it complimented my figure nicely. The neckline ended just at my neck and it had short sleeves. I wore patent black shoes with little heels and my hair was in a low-ponytail, wrapped in a pink silk ribbon.

I had packed my bag with pencils and pens and notebooks and I came down the stairs, excited to start school.

"Look at you! You look gorgeous, darlin'." Ma kissed my cheek and Daddy did after.

"Remember to ask about cheerleadin'!" Ma called after me as I headed for the front door.

"I will! Bye!" I waved with a smile and left the house.

The walk from our house to anywhere in town was relatively long but I liked walking, it calmed me.

I had been to town in the car so I knew where to go, but I realised very quickly as I walked through, I was different.

Everyone stared at me like some kind of movie. I just kept a smile on my face and walked to school. School was even weirder.

As I walked nervously around the school grounds, heading for the door, I noticed boys in denim staring hungrily with toothpicks in their mouths and girls looking on in judgement.

"I wonder where she came from dressed like that." One girl sniggered.

"Daddy bought her a new dress, I think." A guy commented.

I swallowed and entered the school, ignoring everyone around me.

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People got to know me quickly in school. I was the talk of the town. Everyone knew I lived up-state, everyone knew I was from New York, everyone knew how my parents were rich and everyone knew I was powerful. Well, they thought I was. I didn't feel powerful. I felt out of place. I was thrown into the popular group once again but they got me into the cheer team without any audition which was good.

By my third week of school, I was lunching in the dining hall with the popular group. It was established that I was the 'innocent' one of the lot. I was the only one with straight A's and I was the only one who knew how to play piano and speak French...everyone was taught these things in New York, especially in the private schools. But everyone in that group had lost their virginity...I was still to have that experience. The boys made fun of me which was expected but it was all fun and games, none of them tried anything.

It was Thursday and I was studying in the library during my free time. There was no one else here apart from the old librarian who slept at her desk. But the doors to the library swung open, awakening Mrs Peters and startling me.

"I am so sorry." The girl whispered, mortified at the level of noise she just made in a library.

I smiled at her, I felt bad. She smiled back. She was pretty and she looked smart, holding multiple books in her arms as she walked towards me. She sat the books down opposite me on the table.

"Can I sit here?" She asked in a whisper.

"Of course." I smiled, moving some of my books out the way.

"Thank you so much...hey,"

I looked up at her.

"You're that new girl aren't cha'?" She asked quietly, accent panging through.

"Yes I am." I smiled.

She grinned, "Shouldn't you be hanging out with your friends?"

I sighed, "I'd rather graduate than party."

Her smile grew even wider. She seemed so kind.

She presented her hand in front of me, "I'm Lenora."

I shook it, "I'm y/n."

"Nice to meet you, y/n." She smiled.

Lenora and I ended up ditching studying all together and hung out in town until we both had to go home. We were so alike and we clicked just like that. We exchanged addresses so if we ever came over we would know where to go to. She was already my best friend and I immediately felt at ease.

A/N: This is the start of a new mini series! i hope you guys enjoy it <3

#arvin russel #arvin russel x y/n #arvin russel fluff #arvin russel smut #arvin russel x reader #arvin russel angst #arvin russel mini series #tom holland #tom holland series #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland smuts #arvin russel fic #arvin russel imagine #one shot #imagine

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amidstsaltandsmoke · 3 years

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Drabble challenge- 46 and maybe extra angsty please 🥲🥲🥲

Hiiiiiii! Ok, I don't think that I really pulled off the EXTRA angsty, but there IS angst involved!😆 Then I had to throw in the hurt/comfort/fluff. I also changed up the quote a little bit, I hope you don't mind! This is from an unnamed universe I'm currently working on 😌🥰 Hope you like!!!! Thanks for the ask! 🤗🤗🤗 ________________________________________________ 46.) “I thought you were dead!”

Jon was losing his damn mind.

Dany never went this long without responding to his texts and calls, especially when he was out of state for work and he only had technology to rely on to reach her. He wasn't possessive by nature, but ever since learning of her sometimes fragile condition - to which she insisted was not the case - he couldn't and wouldn't dare let his protectiveness be put by the wayside.

She was too important to him, and he really didn't know what he would do without her. Couldn't even begin to outline a picture of what his life would even look like without her right by his side in it.

He'd left the project early so he could return to the rental house and try her again. His boss had all but tossed him off the property by the hem of his pants because he'd been not only obsessively checking and rechecking his phone, but he was far too distracted and had already nearly drilled his thumb into a roof.

It was all in support, however - his boss knew Jon well, and understood the situation, and wouldn't sack him just because he loved his wife so hard it made him physically ill to think she might be in some form of danger. He didn't even care if she'd suffered a paper cut. He'd disinfect and bandage the shit out of that, too.

Gods, he was just as bad as her father had been, wasn't he? The very hovery, constantly-looking-over-shoulder person that Dany loathed and grew up with. He tried not to be, and most times he was successful. But he also wasn't typically eight hours away, halfway across the country, either.

He paced the living room, the other line just ringing and ringing with no answer. Her silky voice in the form of her voicemail passed through his ear again, and he sighed heavily. "Dany, I don't know what's goin' on, but you're really freaking me out. I'm sure you'll have my head when you see all the missed calls and messages...but please just let me know you're ok. You can send me the middle finger emoji for all I care. Love you more than anything. Bye."

Thumbing the red "END" button, he chewed on his lip and looked around the mostly-barren room, save for his suitcase which was still packed with his clothes. Tomorrow was the last day he needed to be here before flying back home...how crazy would it be to catch that night's red eye, anyway? And how livid would Dany be that he ditched this huge contract at the tail end?

His heart was made up before he could even try to rationalize it.

"Davos? I'm gonna take off...it's not like her to-," he chuckled nervously, while Davos commanded him to 'say no more and go get your girl'. "Thanks, mate. I'll keep you updated."

He wasn't sure Davos wanted to know any more than whether or not he found Dany safe and sound with all of the sulking he'd been doing the last several days.

Jon gathered up his toiletries from the bathroom in one hand, while his other was busy weaving around the airline website to book the soonest flight. To his relief, there was one in an hour and a half, which would give him just enough time to call for a rideshare and zoom his way over with thirty minutes to spare.

After the typical hell that was the airport and boarding process, plus the hole he burned through his credit card in just two hours alone (beyond worth it), he was in the air. Another torture was the distance; he managed to get himself a nonstop flight and shaved off two hours but still…

Naturally, he refused to sleep. His phone was clutched in his hand so the moment he landed, he could check it to see if he’d gotten any responses.

No luck.

He rushed through baggage and had already scheduled his next rideshare prior to his flight. Now that he was in his homeland and a mere twenty minutes from home, the anxiety and nausea were really setting in, the what-ifs and the endless possibilities; he wouldn’t know what he’d do if she wasn’t at the house…

When they pulled up, he was flooded with relief to see that her car was in the driveway, had he couldn’t have grabbed his luggage and get to the front door fast enough. He rifled for his keys and jammed it into the lock, Ghost’s howls instant and persistent until he got the door open and he whined upon seeing Jon walk through.

“Hey boy,” he greeted quietly, giving him a few good scruffs before haphazardly dumping his stuff on the floor and locking up behind him. He paused and strained his ears, exhaling when he heard the shower running upstairs.

Once he was in the conjoining bedroom, Ghost hot on his heels, he took his time shedding some layers and kicking off his shoes. On the nightstand sat a brown paper bag, folded shut, which was a little odd, but everything appeared to be in normal order. Their regular things skewed about as it was when they were there, Dany’s pajamas laid out on her side of the bed.

As he was going through his drawers to find some pajama pants, the bathroom door opened and he spun on his heel, just to confirm that she was there, safe and in the flesh.

A gust of air gasped into her mouth, her hand flying to her towel-clad chest as she jumped backward. “Seven hells! You scared the life out of me!” She breathed, her cheeks pink from the warm shower and damp hair tumbling about her shoulders. Even just the good-natured joke made him wince; it was the dormant worry that had been on his mind for hours now.

Then, a fond smile came over her face. “You’re home early.”

He was exhausted, and maybe that was why he couldn’t find it in him then to be playful, his brows twisting and her face falling a fraction. “You didn’t answer my texts or calls,” he said as gently as he could, but the fatigue was evident in his tone.

Dany blinked, then crossed her arms over herself, but she was still trying to keep it light. “Missi and I went on an impromptu girls’ vacation after my test and...,” she paused and stepped over to the mysterious paper bag, rustled her hand in it, then withdrew her phone and wiggled it, “dropped it into a pool.”

Jon took a moment to himself to shuck off his jeans and slip into his pajamas. He didn’t want to admit it...didn’t want to give her the ‘w’ word, but they were honest to the bone with one another. It was just how they programmed. He was still a little cowardly, avoiding her eyes when he said it. “I was worried sick about you.”

He heard her huff, and finally lifted his eyes to get a read on her. Clearly she was irritated, but not entirely furious. “There was nothing to worry about, Jon. I was stupid and dropped-”

“Not stupid,” he chided, cutting her a stern look. She was anything but.

Now she rolled her eyes. “It was only a little over a day; I didn’t think it was such a big deal if I just waited until I got home to try and fix it. All the stores were closed by the time I got in. And it was only a little over two days,” she defended.

Slowly, Jon frowned, and it grew deeper by the second. “A lot can happen in a little over two days, Dany,” he stated, tossing his jeans into the hamper in the closet.

“What did you expect had even happened?” She laughed humorlessly, getting more agitated by the second. Then she buried her phone back in the bag, which he now realized was full of rice, and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with her hair brush and began to detangle the damp knots.

He grit his teeth, fists clenching and loosening at his sides. “I don’t know, Dany, but I always get this terrible feeling in my gut after a period of time passes and I don’t hear from you,” his voice rose a hair. “I know you don’t want to hear it, and it’s bloody ridiculous on my end, but it kills me that I can’t turn it off. I worry when you’re at work, when you do a grocery run and I’m not there…,” he huffed and shook his head, running his hands down his face and briefly hiding behind them. He was overwrought with jet lag and lack of sleep and emotions on high, but he’d opened the floodgates now.

“Well, I’m not a fragile piece of glass that needs to be in a bubble day in and day out,” she returned, “or maybe I am, who knows! But I don’t want to be thought of that way. You know that. It makes me feel worse about myself and what I’m capable of and gives me heightened anxiety. I worry when you worry and it’s a vicious cycle!”

Closing his mouth, he forced himself to inhale a lungful of air through his nose, releasing it between his lips. “I do know. But it’s how I’m wired; I can’t help it sometimes.” Dropping his arms to his sides, he sighed. Gods, of course she wasn’t fragile. She was, far and away, the strongest woman, the toughest human being he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing let alone sharing a life with. He made it a point to remind her of that every single day, with all sincerity. She was the best thing that could have ever happened to him, bar none. Some days he wondered how and why he’d gotten so damn lucky, such as now. He was doing the very thing he swore he wouldn’t. Her father had been overbearing enough. And it wasn’t all-consuming always, but sometimes his nerves got the best of him.

Dany’s eyes narrowed. “Did you think I died or something?”

The dagger twisted in his stomach once more. “That’s where the worst of my thoughts went, yes.”

With a hard look and silence, she went back into the bathroom. For a while there was nothing but the sound of her trying to feed her brush through her hair.

“Dany.”

“What?” She asked through her teeth.

Maybe he ought to give her time and space to breathe for a few minutes, but gods, he needed her so, so bad. Just to physically hold her and know she was safe and whole and unhurt, but also that he had made a colossal fuck-up. He’d seen the tears welling in her eyes before she could hide them away, and it broke him. He was a blistering idiot. She had texted him that her test came back normal, and yet here he was with frazzled, totally frayed nerves.

Dany had one too many brushes with death in her young life, and he knew how she felt about that, too.

He crossed the room and stopped at the threshold, discovering that she was having a hell of a time getting the tangles out, and her face was scrunched adorably. Without a word, he reached for the brush and took it from her. A little stubbornly, her arms fell to her sides, defeated. Jon parted her hair in half and twisted it up out of the way while he gently began with the under layers first.

He could feel her eyes burning through him in the mirror. “I’m sorry,” he murmured as he looked her straight in the eyes, his voice thick and gruff.

Wordlessly she spun around and curled her arms around his shoulders, nestling her face into his neck. In return, he secured her against him, nuzzling into her half dried hair and kissing the top of her head several times.

All of the fear seemed to evaporate off of his shoulders having her gathered up in his arms, grounding him, and maybe even herself. They stayed like that for a while before Jon moved them to the bedroom and he had her sit, then crawled up behind her on the bed to finish her hair. Nobody spoke for a time, but it wasn’t a tense silence, at least.

Once he finished, she reached back to squeeze his thigh, then stood to her feet and dropped her towel. Although his body reacted as it always did, it was evident that they both needed a good rest. He scooted to the edge of the bed and after she’d pulled on her silky sleep shorts, he motioned for her to lift her arms, and he slid on the matching top.

Before he could move again, she stepped between his legs and curled her arms around his head, holding him against her abdomen while he, happily, linked his arms around her middle and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry, too,” she whispered. Softly, she hushed him when he made a sound to argue. “I wish I didn’t get so defensive. Maybe it’ll get better with time.”

Shifting his head, he planted his chin on her breast bone and peered up at her, while she gazed back down on him and raked her fingers through his hair. “I don’t want you to change, Dany. Not anything, not ever.”

She studied his face for a few beats, her other hand cradling one side before she leaned down to kiss him sweetly. Jon did not consider himself a religious man, but she was the closest thing to heaven that he could conjure up. Rolling back, he took her with him fully onto the bed as she squeaked, and situated them so he could lay beside her. There was barely any part of them that wasn’t touching, their limbs a tangled mess.

“And anyway…,” he smirked slyly, “S’kind of sexy when you put me in my place.”

She quirked one thick eyebrow, her index tracing over his facial features. He was seconds away from completely passing out, the heaviness looming over his eyes. “Is that so?”

“Mhm,” he conceded lazily, sliding his hand under her shirt to smooth over her warm back, her velvety skin a contrast against his worn hands and making her shiver under it. “How was your vacation?”

Dany pulled a face, lifting one shoulder. “Fun, but I bet I missed you more than you missed me.”

“I doubt that very much,” he croaked, blinking slowly now, but fighting it. “Has your boss ever thrown you out of your workplace for moping over your husband?”

“Jon!” She gasped, perfectly affronted and pinching his cheek.

He chuckled sleepily, then buried his face in her chest, kissing at the exposed skin there. “I think it did everyone a favor, honestly. And it was almost completed anyway, so…”

“So, you risked a job you adore and traveled eight hours unplanned, all because my arse was clumsy and let my phone go for a swim?”

“No,” he resurfaced from the warm haven of her skin, tilting his head up to see her properly, “because I love you. And don’t think I wouldn’t do it again,” he frowned in thought as an idea formed, “maybe we should get you one of those old people phones that you can wear like a necklace.”

Dany tossed her head back with a burst of laughter, and Ghost materialized on the bed to see what all the ruckus was about, until he decided he didn’t care anymore and stole Jon’s side of the bed. Jon grinned madly, rolling onto his back. Dany folded her arms over his chest while she caught her breath, her hair a silver curtain around them. “You wouldn’t dare,” she challenged quietly, leaning over to switch off the lamp, then curled herself around him completely, her breath tickling his cheek. “I love you so much,” she whispered, her hand returning to his face to caress.

The dull moonlight filtered in through the window, casting one half of her face in a faint blue. She pulled him closer and he poured all of his words and soul into his kiss, giving her a few small pecks afterwards. “I love you more than anything in this world, Daenerys.”

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agent-yolk-writes · 3 years

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You're My Dad! Boogie Woogie Woogie! (Diavolo & Reader)

Ever wanted to call Diavolo your dad? No? Well too bad, I have the perfect fic for you down below!

AO3 Version Here!

If you like my writing, please let me know! My inbox is empty and it's hungry for OM content.

Bold = Diavolo's text

Italicized and Indented = MC's text

Like every natural disaster, it came without a warning.

It started off like every other day. Wake up, go to RAD, do student council duties, go home, sleep, repeat. Of course, there would be an occasional (read: frequent) occasion outside of the standard norm, but today was not one of those times.

“Here you go!” You handed Diavolo your latest finished report. “I’ve even separated the approved and rejected request forms and sorted them alphabetically for easier reading.” You said proudly. Sure enough, the Prince quickly thumbed through one of the piles and made a noise in his throat that sounded positive.

Next thing you know, he gives you one of his iconic smiles. “Excellent work as always, MC.” He tells you. “Your help is always appreciated! Thanks to you, we’ve made a tremendous dent in all this paperwork. We couldn’t have done it without you.”

The praise he was pouring on you felt so good. You try not to visibly react to it, but your brain dumped a massive pool of serotonin from his words alone. Hell, you can even feel your cheeks warming up. It always felt good to be praised by your peers, but there was something about the way Diavolo praises you that fuels you to work hard for the next one. While you were chasing that high and not wanting to be rude you simply replied with,

“Thanks, dad.”

And all of Devildom seemed to freeze over. You could hear Lucifer’s pen dropping to the floor behind you while Mammon choked on something somewhere else in the room. There were no sounds of papers being written or even talking. All eyes landed on you as the reality of what you said started to sink in.

Oh fuck, did you call the Prince of Literal Hell your Dad? Well, he’s such a huge guy and acts almost exactly like those kind-hearted fathers you always see on social media in your realm. It doesn’t help that your actual dad kinda sucks, so maybe this is projection at work. Sadly, the damage has already been done. You could see Diavolo’s face turn from confusion to amusement in a matter of seconds.

“I...I…” Your already red face got darker when you heard the faint snickering coming from Barbatos. Fearing that your rapid heart bursting through your chest, you can only manage to squeak a “Bye!” Before dashing out of the building and out of the academy.

So here you are, holed up in your honorary room at Purgatory Hall while your D.D.D. continues to blow up on the nightstand next to the bed. You couldn’t go back to the HOL, not immediately at least. You felt so embarrassed that you called your housemates’s semi-boss your father.

At least the residents at Purgatory Hall understood your human err. Solomon did give you some shit about it, but that was a given because, well, it’s Solomon. If he wasn’t teasing you about this, then you would have bigger fish to fry in Hell. Simeon was the most sympathetic person about your current predicament while Luke was just happy that you’re hanging out for a few hours. He can complain about the demons later.

You just hope this shitshow cools down soon. Maybe a nap will calm you down.

Hours have passed. Still afraid to look at your phone, your only indicator of time passing was Simeon coming up to your room with a tray of tonight’s dinner with a side dish almost overflowing with cookies courtesy of Luke. Bless these angels, both of them.

And sure enough, your phone stopped vibrating non-stop. Before you could deduce that the battery died, a singular buzz proved otherwise. Damn it.

Still, you couldn’t avoid the brothers forever. They’ll probably kick up another storm of messages since you haven’t replied to them initially. With a defeated sigh, you grabbed your phone and unlocked it. Let's see...143 messages in the HOL+Royals group chat, 103 messages in the HOL group chat, 87 messages from Mammon, 15 messages from Asmo, 10 messages from Lucifer, 5 messages from Levi, 1 message from Satan, 2 messages from Diavolo-

...2 messages from Diavolo. Sent a minute ago. Welp, no use avoiding him either since he’s the sole reason you’re even in Hell in the first place.

MC! Are you alright? You sure ran out of the room quite fast. I didn’t know humans could reach those speeds.

I apologize if I offended you somehow.

With a big gulp, you started writing back.

im okay! Hunkering down at Purgatory atm

if anything, I should be apologizing to you lol

Five minutes passed before he texted back.

That’s good to hear! (smiling devimoji)

Hopefully the brothers haven’t bothered you too much from this.

you have no idea.

(gurgle devimoji)

I have to say, you certainly caused a stir. I couldn’t help but wonder about something.

MC, do you see me as a father figure?

uh, no? If anything, I see you as a bother figure

cuz your always bothering me

God damn you, brain! Think before you speak for fuck’s sake! Quick, do something that'll lessen the blow!

lol

Nailed it!

(hehe devimoji)

I see.

I have been called many things, good and bad, because of my position. Being called dad is a new one.

It’s certainly not...unpleasant.

He’s going to kill you at this rate. You know he will.

ill make sure not to do it again. sorry chief

tho im sure i caused a riot during the meeting

No worries!

And you left it like that. Your mind was pulling blanks on how to respond. You could figure it out as you reply to the others, but you really don’t have the mental fortitude to face them now that Diavolo is embracing his new moniker happily.

And of course, think about the demon prince and he shall appear. Again. What he sent made you groan into your pillow.

How about this weekend we can talk about what human fathers normally do over some sandwiches and tea?

...that sounds nice

Great! Looking forward to it!

(smiling devimoji)

Even though this whole ordeal was embarrassing, you couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of your future meetup. While your actual dad had no redeemable qualities about him, there were always memes.

Curling up in your bed, you begin your hunt across the Demon Web with a VPN that lets you access human websites in order to bring your A-Game this weekend.

Maybe this turned out to be a good thing, after all.

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